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fic for purplepotato83!
For: purplepotato83
From: :3.
Title: Second Verse
Pairing/Focus: Ninomiya Kazunari/Matsumoto Jun, past Matsumoto Jun/Original Female Character
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 6233
Warnings: Brief mention of minor character death, explicit sexual content.
Summary: A chance encounter at his daughter’s nursery school leads to a new romance.
Notes: Dear Iza, I hope this little romance scratches your itch for Nino and Jun and kids <3 Happy NinoEx!
Jun squints in the early morning sunshine, then looks at his watch. The bus is, unbelievably, running late. It’s never late. But now, on the morning of Akari's first day at her new nursery school, the one day he really needs to be on time, and it’s late.
"Papa, look! A bug!"
Tugging at his hand, Akari points at a little caterpillar inching its way across the pavement.
"Wow! And do you remember what caterpillars turn into, Akari-chan?" Jun asks, crouching down to follow her pointing finger and smiling as the caterpillar reaches its destination and disappears into the grass.
Akari beams and touches the little red butterfly emblem stitched on her nursery school jacket. "A butterfly, like my new school."
Ruffling her hair, Jun stands up as he catches sight of the bus turning the corner, and lets out a sigh of relief. "That's right, a butterfly." He holds her hand as the bus pulls up and hands her a bus pass, also in a butterfly-shaped passcase. Jun taps his own card against the machine reader, then hoists his daughter into a seat while he stands next to her, holding on to a strap for dear life as the bus takes off.
Closing his eyes briefly for a minute, Jun takes a deep breath and exhales softly. Akari is handling shared custody remarkably well, but he’s still nervous about dropping her off. After the divorce, his ex-wife, Masako stayed in their old house in the suburbs of Tokyo while Jun moved to an apartment closer to his workplace, but she agreed to transfer their daughter to a new nursery school that was a reasonable halfway point between their respective living locations.
Jun frowns as he looks as his watch again.
"Can I press the bell button, can I please?" Akari asks, tugging at the hem of Jun's jacket.
"You sure can! Press it when the driver announces the next stop, okay?"
Akari nods solemnly, hand gripping the pole just below the button. As soon as the driver calls out the stop, she presses the button firmly.
"Good job," Jun says, straightening Akari's collar and setting her hat on her head. "Okay, hold my hand as we get off."
As they wait at the pedestrian crossing for the lights to change, Jun looks across the street to the Himawari Nursery School. Parents file through the gates with their children, waving goodbye as they hop on their bicycles or rush to the nearby subway station. Crossing the street with Akari's hand in his, they walk through the gate and along a wide paved path to the drop-off zone.
Kneeling down, Jun hugs Akari. "It's a new school, but you're my big brave girl, aren't you?" he asks, feeling his chest tighten as he looks at all the new parents he doesn’t know — mostly mothers, but with a few fathers here and there.
"All right everyone, welcome to a new term at Himawari!" comes a bright voice from the classroom. "Let's all put our bags in the cube with our name on it, grab our towels and we'll start with washing our hands."
The speaker is the teacher Jun met the previous week when he and Masako had brought Akari to tour the school and get her acquainted with the new surroundings. Aiba-sensei is in charge of the upper levels of the nursery school, and will be Akari's main teacher.
Akari nods, her lower lip trembling just a little, and Jun hugs her once more. "Remember, you're a big brave butterfly, okay? I'll see you soon. Now, go put your bag away and don't forget your towel," Jun says. Akari smiles tentatively, hugs Jun one more time, then carefully slots her bag into her cube and pulls out her towel (also covered in butterflies).
A few kids are sniffling, but most, including Akari, have scampered off to line up at the sink. Jun watches Akari dry her hands and give Aiba-sensei a high five. She waves at him from the window and Jun grins, waving back.
"Okay, give me the Nintendo. Yuuki. Give it to me. Now, Yuuki. No, not when you've finished the level. Now."
Hearing a frustrated voice from the other end of the hallway, Jun turns and sees a man, probably about Jun's own age, tugging a small boy by the wrist down the corridor.
"But Nino-jichan, I'm almost finished," the boy — presumably Yuuki — whines, reaching for the forbidden GameBoy which is promptly swept out of reach.
"I will finish the level so you don't lose your progress, and you can replay it tonight," Nino replies. "Now, we're late — put your bag away, get your towel and do not — do not kancho Aiba-sensei. Got it?"
Yuuki pokes out his tongue and pulls down one eyelid; Nino immediately scrunches his face up into something monstrous, hugs Yuuki with one arm, then straightens and pushes him gently towards the bag storage cubes.
Jun gives one final wave to Akari, who has already found the crayon table, then bends to fix his shoelace that’s come undone. Yuuki barrels past him, yelling goodbye to “Nino-jichan” and making a beeline straight for Aiba-sensei, who has his back turned.
Jun stifles a laugh as Aiba yelps, and heads back down the corridor. Turning the corner, he almost crashes into another figure.
"Oh, excuse me, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," Jun says, stepping back.
"Nah, my fault. I had to finish the damn level so I could save it for it Yuuki. Are you new to the school?" Nino asks. "I haven't seen you here before."
"Yes, my daughter, Akari, has just transferred. I'm Matsumoto Jun, nice to meet you," Jun says with a brief bow, surreptitiously eyeing the other man's slightly smirking expressing and tousled hair.
"Ninomiya Kazunari, nice to meet you too. Yuuki is my nephew," Nino explains, bowing back.
"Ah, I see. Well, I look forward to meeting you again, Ninomiya-san. Good luck with the video game," Jun replies. He picks up his satchel and turns back to look over his shoulder at Nino as he walks off.
Nino is still watching him.
Jun blinks, a sudden flush rising in his cheeks, and he almost fancies he can see Nino blushing as well.
He nods at Nino once more, then continues walking to the subway station, wondering if he'll run into Ninomiya-san again soon.
***
Jun slowly settles into the routine of his alternating weeks with Akari, now that she’s attending Himawari. When she’s with him, they catch the bus each morning and she waves goodbye, then Jun takes the subway to whichever studio he needs to be at that day. Working as a photographer for a major magazine publisher gives him decent flexibility to set his own hours, which has been a godsend with sorting out arrangements for Akari after his divorce, but with reasonably good job security by only having the one employer instead of freelancing.
It’s early in the afternoon, about a month or so after Akari started at Himawari. He’s on his way home from a busy shoot that morning for a popular cooking magazine, which involved lots of constant tiny adjustments to keep the cakes looking perfect between shots.
Because it’s Masako’s week with Akari, Jun takes his time strolling home from the subway station. He stops at the supermarket for fresh vegetables and fish to make dinner, although he has dessert well and truly covered thanks to the food stylists insisting that everyone take home some of the cakes. As he cuts through the park with the little playground that has fast become Akari’s favourite place to play, Jun spots Ninomiya sitting on a bench while Yuuki plays on the swings.
“Oh — Ninomiya, isn’t it?” Jun says as he reaches the bench.
Nino looks up in surprise. The park is empty apart from himself and Yuuki, and he evidently wasn’t expecting to be addressed by name.
“Yes, uh — oh, Matsumoto, from Himawari, right?”
Jun nods, shifting his bag of groceries to his other hand and hitching the cake box up under his arm. They’ve seen each other when dropping off and picking up their kids and exchanged brief greetings, but this is the first time they’ve spoken properly since Jun almost knocked Nino over the first time they met.
“Good to see you again. How’s Yuuki?” Jun asks politely, his lip twitching as he sees Yuuki trying to fling himself as high as he can on the swingset.
“Very well, as you can no doubt see and hear,” Nino replies with a fond smile at his nephew.
Jun can’t quite ignore the little flip of his stomach when he sees Nino’s smile.
“And how is Akari?” Nino continues, stretching his arms back and rolling his head from side to side.
“Oh, she’s great, she’s with her mother this week, though,” Jun says, deciding to bite the bullet and make his relationship status clear. While he has no idea whether Nino is even interested in men, something about the other man has piqued his interest.
“Ah, I see. Divorce is tough, isn’t it? I’m lucky I suppose, having never been married, but raising Yuuki certainly has its challenges.”
Raising a questioning eyebrow, Jun fumbles to try and find the words to ask why Nino is looking after his nephew.
“So Yuuki is your nephew, are his parents…?” Jun trails off. Nino shrugs, looking down and away for a moment, then lets out a little sigh.
“It’s fine. Yuki is the son of my sister and her husband — they passed away in a car accident a couple of years ago, and I agreed to take custody, since our parents are fairly elderly and my brother-in-law didn’t have much in the way of family,” Nino says quickly, clearly used to explaining the situation.
Jun grimaces in sympathy. “I’m so sorry, that must be pretty tough for you both.” His fingers twitch, almost wanting to reach out in sympathy, before realising it would be inappropriate, given how he barely knows Nino.
“It can be sometimes,” Nino agrees. He looks down at his feet and takes a deep breath before continuing. “Makes dating a nightmare sometimes as well, my last boyfriend was definitely not able to handle it.”
Nino doesn’t meet Jun’s eyes as he casually outs himself, his shoulders seeming to slump a little, and Jun’s brain finally catches up as he parses Nino’s words. It’s not easy to be honest like that, and Jun is both surprised and humbled.
“Dating with kids when dating is definitely tough, especially in the queer scene,” Jun replies, trying to infuse his voice with as much reassuring warmth as possible. “So many of us are hopeless with kids.” He emphasises the ‘us’, hoping that Nino will catch his meaning.
Judging by the sudden blush and relaxation in Nino’s posture, it seems like he has. “For real,” Nino says, looking up at Jun and oh shit, Jun thinks, looking at the sparkle in Nino’s eyes, the afternoon sun glinting off his hair and making his skin glow. And yes, asking out someone he barely knows, someone whose child goes to the same nursery school as Akari… it’s probably a terrible idea, but it could also be amazing.
“Ninomiya — “ Jun begins, stopping when Nino interrupts to insist that Jun call him ‘Nino’.
“So, Nino… I guess you live around here?”Jun asks, scrambling to find a topic of conversation that could lead into asking for a date.
A slow smirk spreads across Nino’s face, and he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. Jun finally gives up on standing awkwardly while holding both the cake box and the bag of groceries, and sits down on the bench next to Nino.
“I do live around here, my apartment is about five minutes west of the park,” Nino says. “I assume you are close by as well?”
“Yep, I often cut through this park on the way to the subway.”
They both sit in silence for a moment, and Jun wonders how to broach the subject. The limited dating he’s done since his divorce has mostly involved meeting people via dating apps, and he’s not entirely sure how to proceed.
“I was wondering —”
“Would you like —”
They both start to speak the same time, and Jun chuckles.
“After you,” he says.
“No, you first.”
“Oh for — fine. Nino, would you like to get drink with me?” Jun says in a rush, not able to meet Nino’s eyes.
Yuuki chooses this moment to hurl himself from the swingset and run helter-skelter towards them, hollering that he wants Nino-jichan to push him so he can swing higher.
“Just a second, Yuuki,” Nino says as he stands, and Jun scrambles to his feet as well, picking up the cake and groceries and wondering if he’d badly misread the situation.
“Yes, Jun, I’d like very much to get a drink with you. How about next Thursday?”
Jun nearly drops the bag and Nino reaches out to steady Jun’s arm, the sudden touch burning like a brand.
“Nino-jichannnnnnnn, hurry up! I wanna swing HIGHER!” Yuuki says, tugging on Nino’s sleeve, and Jun bites back a laugh. He fishes in his pocket for his wallet and pulls out a business card.
“Thursday works for me,” Jun replies, unable to hide the tremble of excitement in his voice. “Here — that’s my cellphone number. Send me a message to confirm, yeah?”
Nino accepts Jun’s card, then hauls Yuuki up in his arms, much to the latter’s wriggling delight. “Come on then, little monster, let’s swing up high,” Nino says, with a wink that Jun should find embarrassing but instead makes him even more attracted to Nino than previously.
“I’ll be in touch,” Nino promises, towing his nephew towards the swingset. “See you soon!”
“Bye,” Jun replies, feeling a little hazy as he walks home. This was not what he was expecting when he ran into Nino, but he can’t say he’s disappointed with the outcome.
Later that evening, Nino texts him.
“Hi Jun, Nino here. There’s a bar I know near the subway station that’s a nice spot, it’s called Blue Fields. Thursday at 8 okay for you?”
Briefly wondering whether to play it cool and wait a while before replying, Jun dismisses that idea and texts back immediately and emphatically, yes, the time and place is perfect.
***
Early on Thursday evening, Jun’s phone vibrates and he snatches it from the table, a frisson of excitement running through him when he reads Nino’s message.
“Still good for Blue Fields at 8?”
Dithering for a minute over what to say back, Jun finally texts simply, “Yes, looking forward to it, see you soon, J”.
“Please, let this go well,” Jun mutters to himself. Heading down the hall, he ducks into Akari’s room, straightens a couple of books and puts away a Lego set, then resolutely closes the door, feeling a twinge of guilt that he tries to reason away. Being a single dad doesn’t mean he has to be a monk. He knows Masako won’t mind — she’s started dating again too, and while things are still a little tense, they’re starting to get back to the easy friendship they had before they got married.
Going into his own room, Jun surveys the space. His apartment is more functional than stylish, but Jun has done his best to make it home-like and comfortable in the few months he’s been living there, with matching pale birch furniture, a carefully-tended bonsai pine near the windowsill, and a cosy leather armchair in one corner. He pulls out clean sheets and changes the linens on his bed, hangs up his bathrobe and tosses some half-worn clothes in his laundry hamper. After a long, hot soak in the bath (where he has to get out and turn the shower on cold at the end to resist thinking too much about Nino’s sly smile), he towels off and stares at his closet. He hasn’t dated much after the divorce, being focussed on Akari and his work, but Nino seems… different. Special, somehow. He wants to look good — good enough for Nino to come home with him.
In the end he chooses a pair of black jeans, which, according to his very straight and, at the time, very drunk friend Shun, “make your ass look amazing”, a button-down shirt and his favourite worn-in leather jacket.
Jun squints at his reflection in the mirror, and frowns. He runs his hand through his hair, pushing his fringe back, then grimaces and pulls it forward again, let it flop messily over his forehead.
He put one contact in, then puts a pair of glasses on, purses his lips, and takes the glasses off again. Should he wear a beanie? Will he look cooler in a baseball cap, or too casual? With a disgusted snort at himself, Jun shakes his head, musses his hair back into its natural floppy state, takes out the contact, then puts on a pair of black, thick-rimmed square glasses that are the most comfortable he owns. Nino will realise soon enough he’s going on a date with a short-sighted, messy-haired nerd — no need to hide it.
Looking at his phone and realising he’s running late, Jun swears under his breath, grabs his wallet and steps hurriedly into a pair of half-laced boots, leaning awkwardly against the wall to tie them. He drops his keys, curses again, picks them up, elbows the door open and heads downstairs and into the cool autumn evening. Shoving his hands in his pockets, Jun turns a corner and cuts through the park with the little playground where he’d first met Nino and Yuuki for the playdate with Akari — had that only been a week ago? His heart thumps as he spots Nino’s apartment block out of the corner of his eye, and walks a little faster.
The breeze swirls fallen leaves around his feet, and Jun breathes in deeply, smiling to himself. Walking through his neighbourhood in the evening twilight is one of his favourite pastimes, both by himself and with Akari. Being on the way to meet Nino makes it even more enjoyable. He passes a pair of middle-schoolers walking their bicycles and chatting excitedly, three salarymen in identical blue suits slipping into a standing ramen joint, a woman wrapping a scarf around her neck as she steps out of a hair salon and into the chilly evening.
Crossing the street, Jun looks up and spots the sign for ‘Blue Fields’, a small basement bar below an Italian restaurant and a busy chain izakaya.
Checking his watch, Jun lets out a small sigh of relief. His brisk walking pace and shortcut through the park had got him there only a few minutes after 8pm. Clenching and unclenching his suddenly sweaty palms, Jun takes a deep breath and walks down the stairs to the bar.
He is greeted by a wash of warm air and the slightly scratchy sound of a record player. The music is something old-school, a girl group singing in English, and Jun grins — he loves old music from the fifties and sixties. Ducking his head under the lintel, Jun looks around, scanning the bar for Nino.
Blue Fields is dim and cosy, full of dark wood and dull brass fittings. The bar itself only has a few stools, but there are several small booths running down the wall parallel to the bar. Lit with a soft yellow glow from wall sconces and papered with posters of bands and album covers from the same era as the music playing, Blue Fields is definitely an intimate choice for a first date. Jun is briefly surprised, but perhaps Ninomiya is a sneaky romantic underneath the smirk.
He spots Nino in a booth at the far end of the room, tapping on his phone. As Jun makes his way to the booth, Nino looks up and catches his eye, and his sudden smile — a genuine grin, not Nino’s sardonic half-smirk — makes Jun’s stomach suddenly swoop with nerves. He doesn’t want to fuck this up.
“Hi,” Nino says simply, tapping his phone and putting it in his pocket. Resting his crossed arms on the table, Nino looks up at Jun, still smiling, as Jun slides into the seat opposite. “How are you?”
“I’m good, you?” Jun replies, mentally yelling at himself to try and be a little more of an interesting conversationalist.
“Very well,” Nino says, eyes sparkling in amusement, as if he can hear Jun’s internal monologue. “Can I get you a drink?”
“Oh, you shouldn’t —“ Jun starts, but Nino cuts him off with a shake of his head and waves at the bartender, who slips out from behind the bar and strolls over.
“The usual, Nino? And for you...?” The bartender’s voice trails off as he looks at Jun.
“Ah, Oh-chan — this is Matsumoto Jun. Yes, whisky sour, please. What about you, Jun?” Nino asks.
“Oh, uh, I’ll have the same, thanks,” Jun says. Ohno nods, and goes back behind the bar to mix their drinks. Listening to the clink of ice and sound of pouring liquid, Jun looks around, taking in their surroundings and tapping his foot, trying to calm his nerves. Only a few other people are present, speaking softly or contemplating their drinks quietly. The atmosphere is somewhat refined but without being stuffy or exclusive — just comfortable. It reminds Jun a little of Nino himself.
“How’s Yuuki?” Jun begins, just as Nino says, “How’s Akari?” And they both start to laugh.
“Even on a date, we can’t stop thinking about our kids, can we?” Jun says ruefully, scratching the back of his head. Nino shakes his head with a laugh.
“Well, Yuuki was inconsolable yesterday when I dropped him off at his grandparents’ place, because he’d forgotten his favourite action figure, but otherwise he’s well,” Nino says. “Ah, thanks, Oh-chan,” he continues as the bartender returns slides their drinks across the table.
“Thanks,” Jun echoes, taking a quick sip and enjoying the slight burn as the whisky slides down his throat. “Akari is doing pretty well too,” Jun says, eyeing the line of Nino’s throat as he sips his drink. “Her mum says she’s settling into the routine of being at two houses well, which is a relief.”
Jun frowns into his glass, thinking about his daughter, and feeling a sudden squirming tendril of guilt in his gut. Even though it’s Masako’s week with Akari, even though he knows, intellectually, that his doesn’t have to be thinking of her constantly, Jun still feels like he’s doing something almost illicit, being on a date with someone while his daughter is elsewhere.
Nino stretches out a hand, fingertips grazing Jun’s wrist, and the light touch is gentle and warm, causing Jun’s breath to catch.
“It’s okay to have some time to ourselves, as single parents, Jun,” Nino says, voice low. “We are allowed to have this.”
Juno looks down at Nino’s hand on his, feeling that sudden swoop in his stomach again.
“Maybe you’re right,” Jun concedes, although he knows that yes, Nino is absolutely 100% correct about this. Everyone, from his ex-wife to his boss has been saying it.
“Damn right I am,” Nino says with a smirk, and Jun’s shoulders shake just a little with silent laughter.
“Well, in that case —” Jun swallows a mouthful of whisky and screws up his courage, because if he doesn’t do it now, he knows he’ll spend all night just staring at Nino’s lips and going home for a pleasant but ultimately unsatisfying wank. “Do you want to spend some of our alone time together, tonight?” Jun asks, his cheeks flushing bright red.
Nino eyes him over the rim of his glass, and downs the rest of his drink in one gulp.
“Thought you’d never ask,” Nio says, voice cracking ever so slightly, and Jun exhales in a rush, the nervous butterflies in his stomach settling a little.
“Huh,” Jun replies, intelligently, and drinks down the rest of his whisky sour. “Well then, I suppose I ought to take you home,” he says, stunned at his own bravery, and is rewarded with a slow, curving smile from NIno.
“Yes, I rather think you should,” Nino says, tossing a few bills on the table for their drinks and waving to Ohno, who raises a hand in acknowledgement.
Even though it’s not a long walk — only half an hour or so — Jun hails a taxi, ignoring Nino’s grumbling about the cost. Jun crosses his arms and looks out the window, while Nino pulls out his phone and stares at it intently. They’re silent, but the the silence feels intense and heavy with potential.
Jun pays the driver when they arrive at his apartment block, and he shoves his hands in his pockets, jerking his head towards the stairs as Nino follows him. They’re still quiet, no conversation or noise save for the sound of cars driving past, the tinny voices from a tv set playing in one of the apartments, then the soft sound of Nino’s breath as he edges closer to Jun.
“This is it,” Jun mutters when they reach his apartment door, fumbling in his pocket for his keys. Nino’s right behind Jun now, his breath ghosting along Jun’s neck as he rests his chin on Jun’s shoulder.
“I’m very much looking forward to seeing your lovely apartment,” Nino says, drawing a laugh from Jun, followed by a muffled curse as he fiddles with his keys, finally getting the door open and stepping inside, pulling Nino in behind him.
Nino kicks the door shut and immediately crowds Jun up against it, the mail slot digging uncomfortably into his lower back, but Jun doesn’t care, he’s been waiting for this all week — since he’d first set eyes on Nino, if he was honest with himself — and Nino’s mouth looks so soft, lips parted and ripe for kissing.
Wrapping one arm around Nino’s waist and burying the other in Nino’s hair, Jun pulls him close, tangling his fingers in the fine strands at the nape of Nino’s neck, and groans as Nino shudders in his arms.
“Please, Jun,” Nino whispers, his mouth only millimetres from Jun’s, breath ghosting over Jun’s lips. Tightening his grip on the back of Nino’s head, Jun closes the scant distance between them and crushes Nino’s mouth against his own, revelling in the softness and heat and Nino’s tiny gasp when Jun twists his fingers firmly in Nino’s hair. He feels warmth coiling in his belly as Nino sucks on Jun’s lower lip, licks a warm stripe across his tongue and oh, it’s truly a delight to discover how much Nino loves to be kissed, if the growing hardness pushing into Jun’s hip is any indication.
Nino winds his arms around Jun’s neck, and moans low in his throat. In response, Jun kisses him deeply, mouth moving with absolute precision, doing his level best to discover what Nino likes. With a strangled gasp, Nino breaks the kiss and blinks, his eyes a little dazed. Grinning wickedly, Jun spins them, pushing Nino back against the door this time and wedging his thigh between Nino’s legs. Head falling back, Nino scrabbles at Jun’s shoulders, trying to pull him even closer as he rubs himself wantonly on Jun’s thigh, and it might just be the hottest thing Jun’s ever experienced.
He leans forward, deftly avoiding Nino’s invitingly just-kissed mouth which results in a moan from Nino, and whispers, “Nino, can I —”
Hands shifting from Jun’s shoulders to his chest, Nino grabs fistfuls of Jun’s shirt and lets out another moan that goes straight to Jun’s cock. “Jun, yes, take me, fuck me,” Nino whispers with desperation in his voice and a pointed roll of his hips against Jun’s. Jun growls as Nino tosses his head back against the door, and he grabs Nino’s wrists, pinning them above his head as Jun leans in to scrape his teeth along the shell of Nino’s ear, revelling in the breathy “Jun” that ends in a wail when Jun sucks, then bites down on his earlobe.
“Yes, I think I shall,” Jun murmurs, squeezing Nino’s wrists as he licks behind Nino’s ear, moving down to suck on his neck, and Nino thrusts up against him again, t-shirt riding up to reveal an inch of soft skin and the waistband of his underwear. Jun pushes closer, deliberately rubbing his leg against Nino’s cock, and Nino writhes in Jun’s grip, making little breathy noises of pleasure that Jun can’t resist.
“Oh god, Jun, please,” Nino looks like he’s about to come undone just like this in Jun’s doorway, biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut. Jun shifts his grip to hold both of Nino’s wrists in one hand. Unable to resist Nino’s mouth, Jun uses his free hand to tilt Nino’s head up and kiss him again.
“As tempting as it is to fuck you right here —” Nino gasps, flexing his wrists against Jun’s grip, “I’d like to take my sweet time with you, since we have all night,” Jun says, releasing Nino and stepping back, a little unwillingly.
“I’ll allow it,” Nino says sweetly, like he wasn’t just shaking and begging under Jun’s touch, and Jun has to lean forward and kiss that sly smile.
“C’mon,” Jun says, tugging Nino’s hand as they both kick off their shoes. Jun stops to arrange them neatly, and Nino sniggers.
Squeezing Nino’s hand, Jun tows him through the living room, past Akari’s half-built dollhouse and to the doorway at the end of the hall.
“Very neat, very tasteful, so very Matsumoto,” Nino says, surveying the bedroom while Jun searches through his nightstand, dropping condoms and lube next to the bedside lamp.
“Thank you, I think,”Jun says, sitting on the edge of the bed and tossing his jacket and socks on the floor. “Now. Get over here,” he commands, and with a blush that’s just visible in the low lamplight, Nino moves closer, hips swinging with each step, til he stands right in front of Jun. The light gilds Nino’s hair, his eyes dark and intent as he reaches for Jun’s collar, tugging him forward and upward for a deep, unhurried kiss.
Jun closes his eyes, enjoying the sensation, but after a moment reluctantly pushes Nino back.
“Get undressed,” he says, unbuttoning his own shirt and discarding it while watching Nino pull off his t-shirt and shimmy out of his jeans and underwear, completely unselfconscious as he stands there naked and hard, shadows pooling in the hollow of his throat and the juncture of his hip.
“Gorgeous,” Jun murmurs, admiring, and his hand drifts down to rub briefly against the hardness pushing against his jeans.
Smiling, Nino moved close again. “May I?” he asks politely, hand covering Jun’s and rubbing firmly. Jun nods, letting his head fall back as Nino carefully slides the zip down and takes out Jun’s erection, then pulls Jun’s jeans and underwear down in one smooth action.
With a deep growl, low in his throat, Jun grips Nino’s hips and yanks him down into his lap, knees either side of Jun’s thighs, and oh god, it feels amazing, Nino’s cock pushing hard against his own, Nino panting breathily into Jun’s ear, arms twined around Jun’s neck. Jun drifts one hand down Nino’s spine, feeling the shiver and muscles jumping beneath his fingertips as he splays his hand possessively over the small of Nino’s back, and Nino moans.
“You sure?” Jun asks quietly, hand sliding to squeeze Nino’s ass.
“God, yes,” Nino replies, pushing back into Jun’s hand with a gasp, and that’s all the answer Jun needs, rolling and pinning Nino to the bed and kissing him wildly.
As Nino gasps and shivers beneath him, Jun fumbles in the direction of his nightstand, trying to grab the lube and condoms he'd retrieved earlier. Inevitably — mainly because he's distracted by Nino craning his neck to reach up and suck on Jun's nipple — Jun drops the lube with a clatter, and swears.
Nino lets out an amused snort as Jun slithers across him, hanging half off the bed to reach the floor.
"Quiet, you," Jun whispers as he hoists himself back on the bed and covers Nino's mouth with one warm hand. Nino's eyes are full of insouciant glee, but he complies, staying silent and only darting the tip of his tongue out to lick Jun's palm.
Sitting back for a moment, Jun's breath catches as admires the visual of Nino in his bed. Nino's hair is a messy halo on Jun's white pillows, his cheeks flushed and the beginning of a hickey beginning to blossom on his shoulder. In the golden lamplight, he looks up at Jun, eyes shining, and reaches for Jun's face, pulling him down for a kiss that's full of promise, for the immediate future and perhaps things yet to come.
His heart skittering in his chest, Jun opens his mouth, tongue stroking slow and soft across Nino's, the kiss turning languid and heavy. He can feel Nino's erection pressing firmly into his stomach as Nino kicks at the duvet and hooks one leg around Jun's waist, a clear invitation.
"Please, Jun," Nino murmurs. He presses another soft kiss to the corner of Jun's mouth. "I need..."
Jun grabs the lube and squeezes a generous amount on his fingers, and nudges Nino's legs further apart. Unable to resist, he leans down and licks a long, slow stripe up Nino's cock as he slides one finger in, and Nino nearly levitates off the bed.
"Fucking hell, Jun. Jun," Nino gasps, bearing down on Jun's finger, tossing his head back and forth on the pillow.
"Holy fuck, Nino," Jun says raggedly, leaning down again to swirl his tongue around the head of Nino's cock.
"More, please Jun," Nino begs, and when Jun adds a second finger, and eventually a third, Nino almost screams.
"Jun, I need you fuck me — fuck!" Nino bites his lip as Jun crooks his fingers and smiles only a little evilly, "I swear to fuck I will come right now."
"Mmmmm, maybe next time,” Jun murmurs, his own cock twitching at the inspiring image of Nino coming apart on his fingers. "Is this okay, or would you prefer to be on your front?" he asks.
"Like this, now, Jun. Oh god, oh fuck."
Nino groans as Jun grabs him by the hips and hooks one leg over his shoulder, manages to tear open the condom packet with his teeth and slides it on, hands shaking only a little.
"Fuck, Nino, you feel incredible, fuck." Jun thrusts in, slow, slow, slow, feeling the muscles in Nino's thighs twitch and jump under his hands.
Responding only with a low groan, Nino cants his hips, causing Jun to thrust in even deeper. He sees stars, the world shrinking to the feeling of only Nino, tight and hot around him, Nino chanting his name in a low litany, Nino reaching to grasp his upper arms and pull him close for a messy kiss.
"Fuck me like you mean it, Jun," Nino whispers in Jun’s ear, and even though Jun thought he was the one in control, he's quick to obey.
They find a rhythm, hard and fast at first, then slow and sweet, and back again. It’s unbelievably good, and they seem to match, wordlessly in sync as their slick bodies move as one.
Nino's eyes fall closed, so he doesn't see Jun lick his palm and insinuate a hand between them, wrapping firmly around Nino's cock.
Without warning, Nino's hips jerk and he comes almost silently, save for a shocked gasp, in contrast to his earlier noisy entreaties. Jun groans as Nino’s release stripes across Nino's own stomach and Jun's hand.
"C'mon, Jun," Nino murmurs, lazy in the afterglow but still pushing his hips up to meet Jun's thrusts, and it's a blur — Jun isn't sure if it takes seconds of years til he feels it in his toes, the tips of his fingers, his mouth where he presses it to Nino's neck, and then he's shaking, shuddering as he comes.
“Jun,” Nino whispers, burying his face in Jun’s neck, and Jun suddenly knows with sweet certainty that he could fall for Nino very, very easily.
But after a rudimentary cleanup, Jun’s content enough to stay wrapped around Nino, his lips on Nino’s hair where his head’s tucked under Jun’s chin, one hand pressed into Jun’s chest and the other curled possessively over Jun’s hip.
Yes, he’s content.
Later — years later, well after several dates, after a nervous decision to be exclusive, after Nino accepts a spare key to Jun’s flat, after they sign a joint deed of ownership on a house big enough for the two them, Yuuki, and Akari when it’s her week with them — Jun will sigh happily, thinking of those first moments together. And Nino will smile his secret smile, the little half-smirk that Jun thinks is just for him alone.
And they are happy.
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purplepotato83From: :3.
Title: Second Verse
Pairing/Focus: Ninomiya Kazunari/Matsumoto Jun, past Matsumoto Jun/Original Female Character
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 6233
Warnings: Brief mention of minor character death, explicit sexual content.
Summary: A chance encounter at his daughter’s nursery school leads to a new romance.
Notes: Dear Iza, I hope this little romance scratches your itch for Nino and Jun and kids <3 Happy NinoEx!
Jun squints in the early morning sunshine, then looks at his watch. The bus is, unbelievably, running late. It’s never late. But now, on the morning of Akari's first day at her new nursery school, the one day he really needs to be on time, and it’s late.
"Papa, look! A bug!"
Tugging at his hand, Akari points at a little caterpillar inching its way across the pavement.
"Wow! And do you remember what caterpillars turn into, Akari-chan?" Jun asks, crouching down to follow her pointing finger and smiling as the caterpillar reaches its destination and disappears into the grass.
Akari beams and touches the little red butterfly emblem stitched on her nursery school jacket. "A butterfly, like my new school."
Ruffling her hair, Jun stands up as he catches sight of the bus turning the corner, and lets out a sigh of relief. "That's right, a butterfly." He holds her hand as the bus pulls up and hands her a bus pass, also in a butterfly-shaped passcase. Jun taps his own card against the machine reader, then hoists his daughter into a seat while he stands next to her, holding on to a strap for dear life as the bus takes off.
Closing his eyes briefly for a minute, Jun takes a deep breath and exhales softly. Akari is handling shared custody remarkably well, but he’s still nervous about dropping her off. After the divorce, his ex-wife, Masako stayed in their old house in the suburbs of Tokyo while Jun moved to an apartment closer to his workplace, but she agreed to transfer their daughter to a new nursery school that was a reasonable halfway point between their respective living locations.
Jun frowns as he looks as his watch again.
"Can I press the bell button, can I please?" Akari asks, tugging at the hem of Jun's jacket.
"You sure can! Press it when the driver announces the next stop, okay?"
Akari nods solemnly, hand gripping the pole just below the button. As soon as the driver calls out the stop, she presses the button firmly.
"Good job," Jun says, straightening Akari's collar and setting her hat on her head. "Okay, hold my hand as we get off."
As they wait at the pedestrian crossing for the lights to change, Jun looks across the street to the Himawari Nursery School. Parents file through the gates with their children, waving goodbye as they hop on their bicycles or rush to the nearby subway station. Crossing the street with Akari's hand in his, they walk through the gate and along a wide paved path to the drop-off zone.
Kneeling down, Jun hugs Akari. "It's a new school, but you're my big brave girl, aren't you?" he asks, feeling his chest tighten as he looks at all the new parents he doesn’t know — mostly mothers, but with a few fathers here and there.
"All right everyone, welcome to a new term at Himawari!" comes a bright voice from the classroom. "Let's all put our bags in the cube with our name on it, grab our towels and we'll start with washing our hands."
The speaker is the teacher Jun met the previous week when he and Masako had brought Akari to tour the school and get her acquainted with the new surroundings. Aiba-sensei is in charge of the upper levels of the nursery school, and will be Akari's main teacher.
Akari nods, her lower lip trembling just a little, and Jun hugs her once more. "Remember, you're a big brave butterfly, okay? I'll see you soon. Now, go put your bag away and don't forget your towel," Jun says. Akari smiles tentatively, hugs Jun one more time, then carefully slots her bag into her cube and pulls out her towel (also covered in butterflies).
A few kids are sniffling, but most, including Akari, have scampered off to line up at the sink. Jun watches Akari dry her hands and give Aiba-sensei a high five. She waves at him from the window and Jun grins, waving back.
"Okay, give me the Nintendo. Yuuki. Give it to me. Now, Yuuki. No, not when you've finished the level. Now."
Hearing a frustrated voice from the other end of the hallway, Jun turns and sees a man, probably about Jun's own age, tugging a small boy by the wrist down the corridor.
"But Nino-jichan, I'm almost finished," the boy — presumably Yuuki — whines, reaching for the forbidden GameBoy which is promptly swept out of reach.
"I will finish the level so you don't lose your progress, and you can replay it tonight," Nino replies. "Now, we're late — put your bag away, get your towel and do not — do not kancho Aiba-sensei. Got it?"
Yuuki pokes out his tongue and pulls down one eyelid; Nino immediately scrunches his face up into something monstrous, hugs Yuuki with one arm, then straightens and pushes him gently towards the bag storage cubes.
Jun gives one final wave to Akari, who has already found the crayon table, then bends to fix his shoelace that’s come undone. Yuuki barrels past him, yelling goodbye to “Nino-jichan” and making a beeline straight for Aiba-sensei, who has his back turned.
Jun stifles a laugh as Aiba yelps, and heads back down the corridor. Turning the corner, he almost crashes into another figure.
"Oh, excuse me, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," Jun says, stepping back.
"Nah, my fault. I had to finish the damn level so I could save it for it Yuuki. Are you new to the school?" Nino asks. "I haven't seen you here before."
"Yes, my daughter, Akari, has just transferred. I'm Matsumoto Jun, nice to meet you," Jun says with a brief bow, surreptitiously eyeing the other man's slightly smirking expressing and tousled hair.
"Ninomiya Kazunari, nice to meet you too. Yuuki is my nephew," Nino explains, bowing back.
"Ah, I see. Well, I look forward to meeting you again, Ninomiya-san. Good luck with the video game," Jun replies. He picks up his satchel and turns back to look over his shoulder at Nino as he walks off.
Nino is still watching him.
Jun blinks, a sudden flush rising in his cheeks, and he almost fancies he can see Nino blushing as well.
He nods at Nino once more, then continues walking to the subway station, wondering if he'll run into Ninomiya-san again soon.
***
Jun slowly settles into the routine of his alternating weeks with Akari, now that she’s attending Himawari. When she’s with him, they catch the bus each morning and she waves goodbye, then Jun takes the subway to whichever studio he needs to be at that day. Working as a photographer for a major magazine publisher gives him decent flexibility to set his own hours, which has been a godsend with sorting out arrangements for Akari after his divorce, but with reasonably good job security by only having the one employer instead of freelancing.
It’s early in the afternoon, about a month or so after Akari started at Himawari. He’s on his way home from a busy shoot that morning for a popular cooking magazine, which involved lots of constant tiny adjustments to keep the cakes looking perfect between shots.
Because it’s Masako’s week with Akari, Jun takes his time strolling home from the subway station. He stops at the supermarket for fresh vegetables and fish to make dinner, although he has dessert well and truly covered thanks to the food stylists insisting that everyone take home some of the cakes. As he cuts through the park with the little playground that has fast become Akari’s favourite place to play, Jun spots Ninomiya sitting on a bench while Yuuki plays on the swings.
“Oh — Ninomiya, isn’t it?” Jun says as he reaches the bench.
Nino looks up in surprise. The park is empty apart from himself and Yuuki, and he evidently wasn’t expecting to be addressed by name.
“Yes, uh — oh, Matsumoto, from Himawari, right?”
Jun nods, shifting his bag of groceries to his other hand and hitching the cake box up under his arm. They’ve seen each other when dropping off and picking up their kids and exchanged brief greetings, but this is the first time they’ve spoken properly since Jun almost knocked Nino over the first time they met.
“Good to see you again. How’s Yuuki?” Jun asks politely, his lip twitching as he sees Yuuki trying to fling himself as high as he can on the swingset.
“Very well, as you can no doubt see and hear,” Nino replies with a fond smile at his nephew.
Jun can’t quite ignore the little flip of his stomach when he sees Nino’s smile.
“And how is Akari?” Nino continues, stretching his arms back and rolling his head from side to side.
“Oh, she’s great, she’s with her mother this week, though,” Jun says, deciding to bite the bullet and make his relationship status clear. While he has no idea whether Nino is even interested in men, something about the other man has piqued his interest.
“Ah, I see. Divorce is tough, isn’t it? I’m lucky I suppose, having never been married, but raising Yuuki certainly has its challenges.”
Raising a questioning eyebrow, Jun fumbles to try and find the words to ask why Nino is looking after his nephew.
“So Yuuki is your nephew, are his parents…?” Jun trails off. Nino shrugs, looking down and away for a moment, then lets out a little sigh.
“It’s fine. Yuki is the son of my sister and her husband — they passed away in a car accident a couple of years ago, and I agreed to take custody, since our parents are fairly elderly and my brother-in-law didn’t have much in the way of family,” Nino says quickly, clearly used to explaining the situation.
Jun grimaces in sympathy. “I’m so sorry, that must be pretty tough for you both.” His fingers twitch, almost wanting to reach out in sympathy, before realising it would be inappropriate, given how he barely knows Nino.
“It can be sometimes,” Nino agrees. He looks down at his feet and takes a deep breath before continuing. “Makes dating a nightmare sometimes as well, my last boyfriend was definitely not able to handle it.”
Nino doesn’t meet Jun’s eyes as he casually outs himself, his shoulders seeming to slump a little, and Jun’s brain finally catches up as he parses Nino’s words. It’s not easy to be honest like that, and Jun is both surprised and humbled.
“Dating with kids when dating is definitely tough, especially in the queer scene,” Jun replies, trying to infuse his voice with as much reassuring warmth as possible. “So many of us are hopeless with kids.” He emphasises the ‘us’, hoping that Nino will catch his meaning.
Judging by the sudden blush and relaxation in Nino’s posture, it seems like he has. “For real,” Nino says, looking up at Jun and oh shit, Jun thinks, looking at the sparkle in Nino’s eyes, the afternoon sun glinting off his hair and making his skin glow. And yes, asking out someone he barely knows, someone whose child goes to the same nursery school as Akari… it’s probably a terrible idea, but it could also be amazing.
“Ninomiya — “ Jun begins, stopping when Nino interrupts to insist that Jun call him ‘Nino’.
“So, Nino… I guess you live around here?”Jun asks, scrambling to find a topic of conversation that could lead into asking for a date.
A slow smirk spreads across Nino’s face, and he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. Jun finally gives up on standing awkwardly while holding both the cake box and the bag of groceries, and sits down on the bench next to Nino.
“I do live around here, my apartment is about five minutes west of the park,” Nino says. “I assume you are close by as well?”
“Yep, I often cut through this park on the way to the subway.”
They both sit in silence for a moment, and Jun wonders how to broach the subject. The limited dating he’s done since his divorce has mostly involved meeting people via dating apps, and he’s not entirely sure how to proceed.
“I was wondering —”
“Would you like —”
They both start to speak the same time, and Jun chuckles.
“After you,” he says.
“No, you first.”
“Oh for — fine. Nino, would you like to get drink with me?” Jun says in a rush, not able to meet Nino’s eyes.
Yuuki chooses this moment to hurl himself from the swingset and run helter-skelter towards them, hollering that he wants Nino-jichan to push him so he can swing higher.
“Just a second, Yuuki,” Nino says as he stands, and Jun scrambles to his feet as well, picking up the cake and groceries and wondering if he’d badly misread the situation.
“Yes, Jun, I’d like very much to get a drink with you. How about next Thursday?”
Jun nearly drops the bag and Nino reaches out to steady Jun’s arm, the sudden touch burning like a brand.
“Nino-jichannnnnnnn, hurry up! I wanna swing HIGHER!” Yuuki says, tugging on Nino’s sleeve, and Jun bites back a laugh. He fishes in his pocket for his wallet and pulls out a business card.
“Thursday works for me,” Jun replies, unable to hide the tremble of excitement in his voice. “Here — that’s my cellphone number. Send me a message to confirm, yeah?”
Nino accepts Jun’s card, then hauls Yuuki up in his arms, much to the latter’s wriggling delight. “Come on then, little monster, let’s swing up high,” Nino says, with a wink that Jun should find embarrassing but instead makes him even more attracted to Nino than previously.
“I’ll be in touch,” Nino promises, towing his nephew towards the swingset. “See you soon!”
“Bye,” Jun replies, feeling a little hazy as he walks home. This was not what he was expecting when he ran into Nino, but he can’t say he’s disappointed with the outcome.
Later that evening, Nino texts him.
“Hi Jun, Nino here. There’s a bar I know near the subway station that’s a nice spot, it’s called Blue Fields. Thursday at 8 okay for you?”
Briefly wondering whether to play it cool and wait a while before replying, Jun dismisses that idea and texts back immediately and emphatically, yes, the time and place is perfect.
***
Early on Thursday evening, Jun’s phone vibrates and he snatches it from the table, a frisson of excitement running through him when he reads Nino’s message.
“Still good for Blue Fields at 8?”
Dithering for a minute over what to say back, Jun finally texts simply, “Yes, looking forward to it, see you soon, J”.
“Please, let this go well,” Jun mutters to himself. Heading down the hall, he ducks into Akari’s room, straightens a couple of books and puts away a Lego set, then resolutely closes the door, feeling a twinge of guilt that he tries to reason away. Being a single dad doesn’t mean he has to be a monk. He knows Masako won’t mind — she’s started dating again too, and while things are still a little tense, they’re starting to get back to the easy friendship they had before they got married.
Going into his own room, Jun surveys the space. His apartment is more functional than stylish, but Jun has done his best to make it home-like and comfortable in the few months he’s been living there, with matching pale birch furniture, a carefully-tended bonsai pine near the windowsill, and a cosy leather armchair in one corner. He pulls out clean sheets and changes the linens on his bed, hangs up his bathrobe and tosses some half-worn clothes in his laundry hamper. After a long, hot soak in the bath (where he has to get out and turn the shower on cold at the end to resist thinking too much about Nino’s sly smile), he towels off and stares at his closet. He hasn’t dated much after the divorce, being focussed on Akari and his work, but Nino seems… different. Special, somehow. He wants to look good — good enough for Nino to come home with him.
In the end he chooses a pair of black jeans, which, according to his very straight and, at the time, very drunk friend Shun, “make your ass look amazing”, a button-down shirt and his favourite worn-in leather jacket.
Jun squints at his reflection in the mirror, and frowns. He runs his hand through his hair, pushing his fringe back, then grimaces and pulls it forward again, let it flop messily over his forehead.
He put one contact in, then puts a pair of glasses on, purses his lips, and takes the glasses off again. Should he wear a beanie? Will he look cooler in a baseball cap, or too casual? With a disgusted snort at himself, Jun shakes his head, musses his hair back into its natural floppy state, takes out the contact, then puts on a pair of black, thick-rimmed square glasses that are the most comfortable he owns. Nino will realise soon enough he’s going on a date with a short-sighted, messy-haired nerd — no need to hide it.
Looking at his phone and realising he’s running late, Jun swears under his breath, grabs his wallet and steps hurriedly into a pair of half-laced boots, leaning awkwardly against the wall to tie them. He drops his keys, curses again, picks them up, elbows the door open and heads downstairs and into the cool autumn evening. Shoving his hands in his pockets, Jun turns a corner and cuts through the park with the little playground where he’d first met Nino and Yuuki for the playdate with Akari — had that only been a week ago? His heart thumps as he spots Nino’s apartment block out of the corner of his eye, and walks a little faster.
The breeze swirls fallen leaves around his feet, and Jun breathes in deeply, smiling to himself. Walking through his neighbourhood in the evening twilight is one of his favourite pastimes, both by himself and with Akari. Being on the way to meet Nino makes it even more enjoyable. He passes a pair of middle-schoolers walking their bicycles and chatting excitedly, three salarymen in identical blue suits slipping into a standing ramen joint, a woman wrapping a scarf around her neck as she steps out of a hair salon and into the chilly evening.
Crossing the street, Jun looks up and spots the sign for ‘Blue Fields’, a small basement bar below an Italian restaurant and a busy chain izakaya.
Checking his watch, Jun lets out a small sigh of relief. His brisk walking pace and shortcut through the park had got him there only a few minutes after 8pm. Clenching and unclenching his suddenly sweaty palms, Jun takes a deep breath and walks down the stairs to the bar.
He is greeted by a wash of warm air and the slightly scratchy sound of a record player. The music is something old-school, a girl group singing in English, and Jun grins — he loves old music from the fifties and sixties. Ducking his head under the lintel, Jun looks around, scanning the bar for Nino.
Blue Fields is dim and cosy, full of dark wood and dull brass fittings. The bar itself only has a few stools, but there are several small booths running down the wall parallel to the bar. Lit with a soft yellow glow from wall sconces and papered with posters of bands and album covers from the same era as the music playing, Blue Fields is definitely an intimate choice for a first date. Jun is briefly surprised, but perhaps Ninomiya is a sneaky romantic underneath the smirk.
He spots Nino in a booth at the far end of the room, tapping on his phone. As Jun makes his way to the booth, Nino looks up and catches his eye, and his sudden smile — a genuine grin, not Nino’s sardonic half-smirk — makes Jun’s stomach suddenly swoop with nerves. He doesn’t want to fuck this up.
“Hi,” Nino says simply, tapping his phone and putting it in his pocket. Resting his crossed arms on the table, Nino looks up at Jun, still smiling, as Jun slides into the seat opposite. “How are you?”
“I’m good, you?” Jun replies, mentally yelling at himself to try and be a little more of an interesting conversationalist.
“Very well,” Nino says, eyes sparkling in amusement, as if he can hear Jun’s internal monologue. “Can I get you a drink?”
“Oh, you shouldn’t —“ Jun starts, but Nino cuts him off with a shake of his head and waves at the bartender, who slips out from behind the bar and strolls over.
“The usual, Nino? And for you...?” The bartender’s voice trails off as he looks at Jun.
“Ah, Oh-chan — this is Matsumoto Jun. Yes, whisky sour, please. What about you, Jun?” Nino asks.
“Oh, uh, I’ll have the same, thanks,” Jun says. Ohno nods, and goes back behind the bar to mix their drinks. Listening to the clink of ice and sound of pouring liquid, Jun looks around, taking in their surroundings and tapping his foot, trying to calm his nerves. Only a few other people are present, speaking softly or contemplating their drinks quietly. The atmosphere is somewhat refined but without being stuffy or exclusive — just comfortable. It reminds Jun a little of Nino himself.
“How’s Yuuki?” Jun begins, just as Nino says, “How’s Akari?” And they both start to laugh.
“Even on a date, we can’t stop thinking about our kids, can we?” Jun says ruefully, scratching the back of his head. Nino shakes his head with a laugh.
“Well, Yuuki was inconsolable yesterday when I dropped him off at his grandparents’ place, because he’d forgotten his favourite action figure, but otherwise he’s well,” Nino says. “Ah, thanks, Oh-chan,” he continues as the bartender returns slides their drinks across the table.
“Thanks,” Jun echoes, taking a quick sip and enjoying the slight burn as the whisky slides down his throat. “Akari is doing pretty well too,” Jun says, eyeing the line of Nino’s throat as he sips his drink. “Her mum says she’s settling into the routine of being at two houses well, which is a relief.”
Jun frowns into his glass, thinking about his daughter, and feeling a sudden squirming tendril of guilt in his gut. Even though it’s Masako’s week with Akari, even though he knows, intellectually, that his doesn’t have to be thinking of her constantly, Jun still feels like he’s doing something almost illicit, being on a date with someone while his daughter is elsewhere.
Nino stretches out a hand, fingertips grazing Jun’s wrist, and the light touch is gentle and warm, causing Jun’s breath to catch.
“It’s okay to have some time to ourselves, as single parents, Jun,” Nino says, voice low. “We are allowed to have this.”
Juno looks down at Nino’s hand on his, feeling that sudden swoop in his stomach again.
“Maybe you’re right,” Jun concedes, although he knows that yes, Nino is absolutely 100% correct about this. Everyone, from his ex-wife to his boss has been saying it.
“Damn right I am,” Nino says with a smirk, and Jun’s shoulders shake just a little with silent laughter.
“Well, in that case —” Jun swallows a mouthful of whisky and screws up his courage, because if he doesn’t do it now, he knows he’ll spend all night just staring at Nino’s lips and going home for a pleasant but ultimately unsatisfying wank. “Do you want to spend some of our alone time together, tonight?” Jun asks, his cheeks flushing bright red.
Nino eyes him over the rim of his glass, and downs the rest of his drink in one gulp.
“Thought you’d never ask,” Nio says, voice cracking ever so slightly, and Jun exhales in a rush, the nervous butterflies in his stomach settling a little.
“Huh,” Jun replies, intelligently, and drinks down the rest of his whisky sour. “Well then, I suppose I ought to take you home,” he says, stunned at his own bravery, and is rewarded with a slow, curving smile from NIno.
“Yes, I rather think you should,” Nino says, tossing a few bills on the table for their drinks and waving to Ohno, who raises a hand in acknowledgement.
Even though it’s not a long walk — only half an hour or so — Jun hails a taxi, ignoring Nino’s grumbling about the cost. Jun crosses his arms and looks out the window, while Nino pulls out his phone and stares at it intently. They’re silent, but the the silence feels intense and heavy with potential.
Jun pays the driver when they arrive at his apartment block, and he shoves his hands in his pockets, jerking his head towards the stairs as Nino follows him. They’re still quiet, no conversation or noise save for the sound of cars driving past, the tinny voices from a tv set playing in one of the apartments, then the soft sound of Nino’s breath as he edges closer to Jun.
“This is it,” Jun mutters when they reach his apartment door, fumbling in his pocket for his keys. Nino’s right behind Jun now, his breath ghosting along Jun’s neck as he rests his chin on Jun’s shoulder.
“I’m very much looking forward to seeing your lovely apartment,” Nino says, drawing a laugh from Jun, followed by a muffled curse as he fiddles with his keys, finally getting the door open and stepping inside, pulling Nino in behind him.
Nino kicks the door shut and immediately crowds Jun up against it, the mail slot digging uncomfortably into his lower back, but Jun doesn’t care, he’s been waiting for this all week — since he’d first set eyes on Nino, if he was honest with himself — and Nino’s mouth looks so soft, lips parted and ripe for kissing.
Wrapping one arm around Nino’s waist and burying the other in Nino’s hair, Jun pulls him close, tangling his fingers in the fine strands at the nape of Nino’s neck, and groans as Nino shudders in his arms.
“Please, Jun,” Nino whispers, his mouth only millimetres from Jun’s, breath ghosting over Jun’s lips. Tightening his grip on the back of Nino’s head, Jun closes the scant distance between them and crushes Nino’s mouth against his own, revelling in the softness and heat and Nino’s tiny gasp when Jun twists his fingers firmly in Nino’s hair. He feels warmth coiling in his belly as Nino sucks on Jun’s lower lip, licks a warm stripe across his tongue and oh, it’s truly a delight to discover how much Nino loves to be kissed, if the growing hardness pushing into Jun’s hip is any indication.
Nino winds his arms around Jun’s neck, and moans low in his throat. In response, Jun kisses him deeply, mouth moving with absolute precision, doing his level best to discover what Nino likes. With a strangled gasp, Nino breaks the kiss and blinks, his eyes a little dazed. Grinning wickedly, Jun spins them, pushing Nino back against the door this time and wedging his thigh between Nino’s legs. Head falling back, Nino scrabbles at Jun’s shoulders, trying to pull him even closer as he rubs himself wantonly on Jun’s thigh, and it might just be the hottest thing Jun’s ever experienced.
He leans forward, deftly avoiding Nino’s invitingly just-kissed mouth which results in a moan from Nino, and whispers, “Nino, can I —”
Hands shifting from Jun’s shoulders to his chest, Nino grabs fistfuls of Jun’s shirt and lets out another moan that goes straight to Jun’s cock. “Jun, yes, take me, fuck me,” Nino whispers with desperation in his voice and a pointed roll of his hips against Jun’s. Jun growls as Nino tosses his head back against the door, and he grabs Nino’s wrists, pinning them above his head as Jun leans in to scrape his teeth along the shell of Nino’s ear, revelling in the breathy “Jun” that ends in a wail when Jun sucks, then bites down on his earlobe.
“Yes, I think I shall,” Jun murmurs, squeezing Nino’s wrists as he licks behind Nino’s ear, moving down to suck on his neck, and Nino thrusts up against him again, t-shirt riding up to reveal an inch of soft skin and the waistband of his underwear. Jun pushes closer, deliberately rubbing his leg against Nino’s cock, and Nino writhes in Jun’s grip, making little breathy noises of pleasure that Jun can’t resist.
“Oh god, Jun, please,” Nino looks like he’s about to come undone just like this in Jun’s doorway, biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut. Jun shifts his grip to hold both of Nino’s wrists in one hand. Unable to resist Nino’s mouth, Jun uses his free hand to tilt Nino’s head up and kiss him again.
“As tempting as it is to fuck you right here —” Nino gasps, flexing his wrists against Jun’s grip, “I’d like to take my sweet time with you, since we have all night,” Jun says, releasing Nino and stepping back, a little unwillingly.
“I’ll allow it,” Nino says sweetly, like he wasn’t just shaking and begging under Jun’s touch, and Jun has to lean forward and kiss that sly smile.
“C’mon,” Jun says, tugging Nino’s hand as they both kick off their shoes. Jun stops to arrange them neatly, and Nino sniggers.
Squeezing Nino’s hand, Jun tows him through the living room, past Akari’s half-built dollhouse and to the doorway at the end of the hall.
“Very neat, very tasteful, so very Matsumoto,” Nino says, surveying the bedroom while Jun searches through his nightstand, dropping condoms and lube next to the bedside lamp.
“Thank you, I think,”Jun says, sitting on the edge of the bed and tossing his jacket and socks on the floor. “Now. Get over here,” he commands, and with a blush that’s just visible in the low lamplight, Nino moves closer, hips swinging with each step, til he stands right in front of Jun. The light gilds Nino’s hair, his eyes dark and intent as he reaches for Jun’s collar, tugging him forward and upward for a deep, unhurried kiss.
Jun closes his eyes, enjoying the sensation, but after a moment reluctantly pushes Nino back.
“Get undressed,” he says, unbuttoning his own shirt and discarding it while watching Nino pull off his t-shirt and shimmy out of his jeans and underwear, completely unselfconscious as he stands there naked and hard, shadows pooling in the hollow of his throat and the juncture of his hip.
“Gorgeous,” Jun murmurs, admiring, and his hand drifts down to rub briefly against the hardness pushing against his jeans.
Smiling, Nino moved close again. “May I?” he asks politely, hand covering Jun’s and rubbing firmly. Jun nods, letting his head fall back as Nino carefully slides the zip down and takes out Jun’s erection, then pulls Jun’s jeans and underwear down in one smooth action.
With a deep growl, low in his throat, Jun grips Nino’s hips and yanks him down into his lap, knees either side of Jun’s thighs, and oh god, it feels amazing, Nino’s cock pushing hard against his own, Nino panting breathily into Jun’s ear, arms twined around Jun’s neck. Jun drifts one hand down Nino’s spine, feeling the shiver and muscles jumping beneath his fingertips as he splays his hand possessively over the small of Nino’s back, and Nino moans.
“You sure?” Jun asks quietly, hand sliding to squeeze Nino’s ass.
“God, yes,” Nino replies, pushing back into Jun’s hand with a gasp, and that’s all the answer Jun needs, rolling and pinning Nino to the bed and kissing him wildly.
As Nino gasps and shivers beneath him, Jun fumbles in the direction of his nightstand, trying to grab the lube and condoms he'd retrieved earlier. Inevitably — mainly because he's distracted by Nino craning his neck to reach up and suck on Jun's nipple — Jun drops the lube with a clatter, and swears.
Nino lets out an amused snort as Jun slithers across him, hanging half off the bed to reach the floor.
"Quiet, you," Jun whispers as he hoists himself back on the bed and covers Nino's mouth with one warm hand. Nino's eyes are full of insouciant glee, but he complies, staying silent and only darting the tip of his tongue out to lick Jun's palm.
Sitting back for a moment, Jun's breath catches as admires the visual of Nino in his bed. Nino's hair is a messy halo on Jun's white pillows, his cheeks flushed and the beginning of a hickey beginning to blossom on his shoulder. In the golden lamplight, he looks up at Jun, eyes shining, and reaches for Jun's face, pulling him down for a kiss that's full of promise, for the immediate future and perhaps things yet to come.
His heart skittering in his chest, Jun opens his mouth, tongue stroking slow and soft across Nino's, the kiss turning languid and heavy. He can feel Nino's erection pressing firmly into his stomach as Nino kicks at the duvet and hooks one leg around Jun's waist, a clear invitation.
"Please, Jun," Nino murmurs. He presses another soft kiss to the corner of Jun's mouth. "I need..."
Jun grabs the lube and squeezes a generous amount on his fingers, and nudges Nino's legs further apart. Unable to resist, he leans down and licks a long, slow stripe up Nino's cock as he slides one finger in, and Nino nearly levitates off the bed.
"Fucking hell, Jun. Jun," Nino gasps, bearing down on Jun's finger, tossing his head back and forth on the pillow.
"Holy fuck, Nino," Jun says raggedly, leaning down again to swirl his tongue around the head of Nino's cock.
"More, please Jun," Nino begs, and when Jun adds a second finger, and eventually a third, Nino almost screams.
"Jun, I need you fuck me — fuck!" Nino bites his lip as Jun crooks his fingers and smiles only a little evilly, "I swear to fuck I will come right now."
"Mmmmm, maybe next time,” Jun murmurs, his own cock twitching at the inspiring image of Nino coming apart on his fingers. "Is this okay, or would you prefer to be on your front?" he asks.
"Like this, now, Jun. Oh god, oh fuck."
Nino groans as Jun grabs him by the hips and hooks one leg over his shoulder, manages to tear open the condom packet with his teeth and slides it on, hands shaking only a little.
"Fuck, Nino, you feel incredible, fuck." Jun thrusts in, slow, slow, slow, feeling the muscles in Nino's thighs twitch and jump under his hands.
Responding only with a low groan, Nino cants his hips, causing Jun to thrust in even deeper. He sees stars, the world shrinking to the feeling of only Nino, tight and hot around him, Nino chanting his name in a low litany, Nino reaching to grasp his upper arms and pull him close for a messy kiss.
"Fuck me like you mean it, Jun," Nino whispers in Jun’s ear, and even though Jun thought he was the one in control, he's quick to obey.
They find a rhythm, hard and fast at first, then slow and sweet, and back again. It’s unbelievably good, and they seem to match, wordlessly in sync as their slick bodies move as one.
Nino's eyes fall closed, so he doesn't see Jun lick his palm and insinuate a hand between them, wrapping firmly around Nino's cock.
Without warning, Nino's hips jerk and he comes almost silently, save for a shocked gasp, in contrast to his earlier noisy entreaties. Jun groans as Nino’s release stripes across Nino's own stomach and Jun's hand.
"C'mon, Jun," Nino murmurs, lazy in the afterglow but still pushing his hips up to meet Jun's thrusts, and it's a blur — Jun isn't sure if it takes seconds of years til he feels it in his toes, the tips of his fingers, his mouth where he presses it to Nino's neck, and then he's shaking, shuddering as he comes.
“Jun,” Nino whispers, burying his face in Jun’s neck, and Jun suddenly knows with sweet certainty that he could fall for Nino very, very easily.
But after a rudimentary cleanup, Jun’s content enough to stay wrapped around Nino, his lips on Nino’s hair where his head’s tucked under Jun’s chin, one hand pressed into Jun’s chest and the other curled possessively over Jun’s hip.
Yes, he’s content.
Later — years later, well after several dates, after a nervous decision to be exclusive, after Nino accepts a spare key to Jun’s flat, after they sign a joint deed of ownership on a house big enough for the two them, Yuuki, and Akari when it’s her week with them — Jun will sigh happily, thinking of those first moments together. And Nino will smile his secret smile, the little half-smirk that Jun thinks is just for him alone.
And they are happy.
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Simply wonderful✨
To be honest, I was so curious about how this fanfic was going to be, and let me tell you that it exceeds my expectations, I mean, I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT! 💜💛 Both, Jun and Nino, raising their kids, facing this world full of duties and at the same being a pair of sexy and single parents, I've fallen in love with Akari being so chatty and precious and at the same time with Yuuki being so naughty and cute... they were just perfect.
I must say that I’m impressed that you could describe Jun exactly how I like him, he being nerdy and shy (just like Jun characters in his dramas), and sexy without noticing and this Nino so nonchalant, bold and painfully sexy. They made my heart flutter so many times and I’ve enjoyed a lot reading their interactions.
Btw, do you know me? Have we spoken before? Because you’ve described Jun just as the way I like him (using glasses and leaving his hair curled) and I must confess that I’ve almost died at that part. The short date was perfect and what came after that was the cherry on the pie and what a pie! I just love it, honestly, this will be one of my favorite fanfics ever.... thanks for this wonderful story, lovely anon! 💗
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