Perpetual Motion Machine [Massu/Jun]
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snoozing_kittenTitle: Perpetual Motion Machine
Pairings/Groups: Masuda Takahisa/Matsumoto Jun
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, physics
Summary: Well, you hear the fish and they're making this sound saying, "We just want to go on walking around and feel what it's like to fall down" Massu learns what it’s like to fall down, down the rabbit hole, down through time and space, and most of all what it’s like to fall in love.
Notes: Shamelessly and obviously based on the idea of Dr. Who. Love for my beta here. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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jerainbowbridge. Originally posted here!
Matsumoto Jun, ‘just call me Jun’, was one of the strangest and most magnetic people Massu had ever met. From the top of his occasionally fluffy hair past his expressive eyebrows, full mouth and lanky, gangly body, he was almost gravitational in his pull, and Massu had fallen in with him like an endlessly circling comet. He was starting to burn up in this gaudy atmosphere, all swirling pinks and reds like Venus. Every bit as acidic and stormy as well. At least comets really were just shooting stars in disguise.
The first time Massu had met him he’d been wearing a long black coat over a leopard print silk shirt with wild and curly hair and wide, scared eyes, his lips a red slash across his too-pale face. Massu had been distracted by the flush of pink across his cheeks and the way it clashed with his black hair. He could remember the day like it was yesterday; he’d been walking and listening to the ambient sounds of the park minding his own business and living in his head one minute. In the next minute the rug was pulled out from under him toppling head over heels and spilling him out on his ass.
The morning had been unremarkable; he was on his way to work. He remembered trying to decide if he had time to cut through the park on his way to work or if he should take the quicker way on the street. Couldn’t remember why he’d decided to cut through the park despite being a little late already. Just knew that he’d turned and passed through the park. One minute he was passing the fountain and the next it was like time stood still. Everything stopped like god had pressed pause on his giant stopwatch, there was a pigeon mid-flight in front of his face, he’d been jerking away from it when it just stopped right there. The next thing he noticed was that the constant low-grade roar of the fountain had stopped, as well as the high wailing of an ambulance going by leaving him in a negative pressure of sound his own heart and breathing suddenly too loud.
Massu’s stomach had dropped and he tripped over his own feet in his haste to get away from the bird he’d thought was flying at his face. He spun around looking for the source of whatever the fuck was happening.
There was an old man sitting on a bench, the morning light was glinting off his watch, and Massu’s mind kept tripping and catching on that little glint of light. He stared and gaped, the fountain had frozen like the whole thing had been dipped in liquid nitrogen. It looked kind of like a chocolate dipped ice cream cone. He was still trying to understand, even had a hand cautiously extended to poke the suspended pigeon. That was when a beautiful whirlwind slammed through his life.
“Run run run, now is a good time to run.” He was faintly breathless and he grabbed at Massu’s hand shocking him into movement. Massu was all of a sudden being dragged along by a slim hand and the run through the park happened as if in fast motion considering everything else was stuck in pause.
Apparently it had been an honest to goodness Bandersnatch. It stopped time and ate the last three seconds of whatever it encountered. It didn’t like it when it couldn’t stop something, got really pissed off actually, and when it got pissed that was what the huge, yellowing, sharp teeth were for.
“Keep up!” He’d yelled, and Massu didn’t think to disobey him, just turned where he was standing and ran after the other man. Hadn’t had any idea what was going on as he ran, desperately behind the other man. Caught flashes of it over his should which only spurred him to run faster, keeping pace with the other man easily given the dump of adrenaline singing through him. The thing’s growl sounded like a fork caught in a composter, too close and too real on his heels.
They ran until they came to a secluded spot and something with lots of buttons came out from inside his long sweeping coat. “Hold your breath,” Jun said and his smile was smug, victorious.
The world exploded in lights and glitter and Massu vividly remembered that it had been so bright that it physically hurt, like turning-on-the-bathroom-light-in-the-middle-of-the-night bright. He was probably still on the ground covering his head or something when the other man nudged him with his shoe and hissed something that sounded like ’people are staring’‘.
Which was a pretty auspicious way to start a relationship all things concerned.
Later, over lattes, Massu learned that the remote thing had sort of rewound the three second rewind that it was eating, and the ensuring time loop simply exploded its mind. That was really the only way to defeat a Bandersnatch on a bend. After explaining this he wiped at the corner of his mouth with a daintily folded napkin and Massu tried to keep his own head from exploding.
“Why didn’t it work on me?” He’d been the only one not frozen, for all the good that got him. The question of what ‘is’ a Bandersnatch had gotten him three minutes of a bunch of words he had no hope of understanding all strung together and a raised eyebrow silently mocking him. It was a quantum creature that fed on the second vibration of the electron as, counter-spinning outer shells... something about string theory?
“I have no idea.” He had put the napkin down, looking for all the world like he was in a classy restaurant and not in a rather shabby coffee place where Massu was more than late for work. “I can only assume that you have, or will have come in contact with something quantum in nature and it’s already messed with the spins on your electrons.”
Massu had offered to pay for his coffee, because that was the least he could do when the other man had saved his life. Two dollars down, and he was a full hour late for work when he finally jogged the rest of the way. Massu had stuttered his way through some tall tale of the battery in his alarm clock dying, but which was more believable then the actual truth. When he went home, a quick google search of quantum physics and a ‘Quantum Chemistry for Dummies’ browse left him even more confused.
That was impossible.
He said as much when he stepped out of apartment exactly one week later to find MatsuJun standing on the corner of his street leaning against a phone booth waiting for him.
“You don’t make sense.” Massu was a grown up. Massu didn’t whine. In fact Massu was one of the most clean and rational people he knew. Massu felt almost like pouting at the unfairness of it all.
“You don’t either.” Matsujun had replied with a careful little smile. “That’s why I came back.” Probably it should have been insulting, but his hair was different now, black and feathered, shot through with streaks of white-blond. And his careless smile seemed a little less condescending, pretty even. “You’re interesting.”
To this day Massu had no idea why he didn’t run screaming. He probably should have. After all, what would a man with wild hair and too-tight pants have to offer him, except maybe a good time, because with a mouth like that he could have easily been a hooker. A quantum chemistry spouting hooker, but still. Despite many shrieking alarms in his head “‘don’t go places with strange men’ ‘he’s crazy as a loon’ ‘seriously Masuda, a Bandersnatch’“ he’d smiled, maybe a little shyly and followed.
Matsumoto was unlike anyone else in the whole world, which only made sense because there couldn’t be anyone else like him. Massu was quite certain if there were then the universe would simply explode. He once had a cat that got the same annoyed look as Matsumoto did when he was touched, pecked at his food unless Massu was there to watch him too. He’s the infuriating type of guy who’s attractive and he knows it, has enough self confidence for two people but doesn’t take kindly to unwanted advances. A sharp insulting tongue, which was every bit as sharp as his mind and often got them on the wrong side of the people they met on their travels.
He’s also some sort of inter-dimensional peace keeper with a time travelling phone booth.
He took Massu to the future and everywhere was soft colours and gleaming whiteness, the smell wasn’t so much antiseptic as it was the smell of clean and that didn’t make any sense but there was no other way to describe it. Massu had fallen in love a little at that moment. Massu hadn’t been sure where they were, when they were, but it had been so gloriously beautiful that it took his breath away. Matsumoto, for all his lack of tact and abrasive persona didn’t say anything while Massu took it all in, just hummed contentedly in his throat, obviously pleased that Massu was happy.
They went to the past and Matsumoto just laughed when Massu was beyond distressed by a cow pooping in the middle of the road. They stayed mostly in more civilized eras after that.
There was one memorable occasion where they had both fallen into the theoretical primordial soup and Massu freaked out because in movies that always led to some sort of massive mutation or maybe Planet of the Apes. Matsumoto had only laughed at his freak-out and tossed goop at his face. He’d gotten it in Matsumoto’s hair in revenge and they tussled in the mud, where Massu realized just how bony the other man was, too many blind sharp corners, like a dangerously icy road, and far too skinny.
Massu felt like it had been ages and only a few moments since he’d begun his travels with Matsumoto. How long exactly he couldn’t say, after all measures of time were relative, do you subtract 500 000 from the past from 4000 from the future? Using BC as a relative set point that is. Or do you do it the other way around?
Either a million years or a fraction of a second, it didn’t matter because it was quickly becoming apparent that he couldn’t go back. Not after he’s seen humans touch the stars, and seen a real fucking dinosaur. There was no way he’d be able to go back to a 9-5 regular life, he never asked for all this excitement but he’d also never be able to live without it again. Matusmoto too, who is more than just the guy who drove the time machine. He was prickly and neon vibrant and oddly fragile at times.
Which was all sunshine and dandy, because it felt good to be young and in love.
Except lately. Lately Jun had been different, a little more distant, preoccupied and he would drop Massu off somewhere interesting, a galactic day spa, or the unicorn breeding grounds and vanish for the whole time. He’d seen it time and time again happen to friends but wasn’t silly enough to partake in all the fuss, checking text messages ‘he’s cheating on me’, some people stalked and others just broke down and cried into their drinks on Friday nights. None of it made a whole lot of sense at the time, how could you ever feel so strongly about someone that it would make you stupid? Besides it wasn’t like this was any normal relationship or anything. Still, he’d seen the girls at work go through this, first distance, then the eventual breakup and fallout. Wouldn’t normally be freaking out so much or at all really because emotional distance was his forte after all, but his track record with relationships wasn’t all that great and Jun’s a little more than a friend and a little less than a lover and something far more precious.
“It’s weird,” Massu said out loud and he was totally alone in the phone booth (which was bigger than your average phone booth on the inside than it was on the outside, with levels and hallways with sinister corners and one room covered in enough spider webs to have him slamming the door before he could get a look at the dog-sized aracnoid that spun that.) The inside looked reminiscent of a crash between a rainbow and some futuristic techno club. Crazy chrome colours and soft silvers with dials and knobs that each seemed to do something different, for instance the temperature control was a button, you pressed it down and thought really hard about what temperature you wanted and if it was feeling agreeable then the temperature would change. There was probably a life-time or two’s worth of nooks and crannies to explore, with everything from a map to the lost city of Atlantis to a rather large bin full of unmatched socks (confiscated from an actual gremlin, and Massu had just known there had to be one stealing only one of his socks).
Right now he was sitting on a hammock he’d set up between the lavender and orange support beams, hands pillowed behind his head and staring at the projection of earth’s stars on the ceiling. He could trace the big dipper with his eyes, and what might be Orion’s Belt but he couldn’t be sure. Once these had just been stars, balls of gas, hydrogen undergoing nuclear fusion into helium and letting off massive amounts of heat, and now they were a road map, destinations and places to go and see. He could pick a star and ask to watch its birth, the well of gravity that slowly pulled more and more gases to the core until it ignited to life in a fiery explosion of gravity and gasses giving birth to a whole new solar system. It wasn’t as much fun poking around the innards of this thing without Jun there to tell him that he couldn’t possibly understand what that did so don’t even ask.
“I never used to mind being alone.” His voice didn’t echo despite the halls and the high ceiling, something which had never bothered him until this very moment. “I also never used to talk to myself.”
There wasn’t even an echo to answer. He was tempted to call his mother again, just to see how she was doing and for someone to chat with. But time was tricky, if he called a time point in his own personal time line would be fixed and it would jump forward, this was like a paid holiday he wasn’t missing work so as long as too much time didn’t pass. It got complicated fast. Massu didn’t really understand all of it but it didn’t stop him from giving himself headaches trying to figure it out.
There was one thing to do. A niggling little thought that made him feel guilty each time it crossed his mind. But every second he was left alone he couldn’t help it. He’d managed for a week not to cave in, put it out of his mind firmly and went about doing everything to keep it away. Jun had been gone for a long time now and he couldn’t help it. Where once was peace in stillness seemed now only to be stifling loneliness and creeping paranoia. Something he hadn’t known he was missing until he’d found it.
Now he wanted to go back.
And there it was, his guilty secret. Well besides the ones where he used a lot of his alone time jerking off to the thought of Jun’s devastating lips and his long fingers. He would hiss, scratch and bite and wouldn’t yield but Massu would hold him, pet him and love him, like taming a stray cat. But he couldn’t have that and it’s like being starving next to a feast you knew you couldn’t eat. Frustrating and devastating and all of the things he should be associating with Jun already.
Rolling off the hammock and onto the balls of his feet, Massu stretched out his back and shook out his arms; his whole body felt sleepy and lazy from the gentle rocking motion. He’d gone this way many times and purposely walked past the door he stopped in front of this time. Third door on the left, the first right then a left and after a few bends. He pushed the sliding door over, and slipped inside the room. Feeling guilty all over again at the sight of it, sitting there gently beckoning him.
A perpetual motion machine, the holy grail of thermodynamics and a physical impossibility, but how did that go, six impossibilities before breakfast? It was shaped like a dome, with an impossible amount of shiny gold and silver gears inside that continued to move. It made the most curious soft ticking noise, like the sound of a heartbeat, smooth and even. What it did was it brought you to a point in your life, one point where you made a decision, anything from picking what to major in, to pizza or Chinese for dinner. Then you can make the choice all over again and the machine extrapolates what could have happened, an innocent game thought up by some twisted psychopath hell-bent on the hypothetical what-if. A virtual reality where you could torture yourself with every bad choice for at least a lifetime.
It couldn’t hurt. He just wanted to see.
He touched the machine and the crystal casing was cool under his finger tips quickly heating up. It hummed as if it could feel his wish, read the thoughts from his mind and he smiled at the small machine.
“You know what to do.”
The ticking kept its steady pace, but the gears all switched direction, whirling faster and faster and he imagined he could feel it humming to life. It hit some sort of internal terminal velocity and with a bang he was standing at a crossroads again. The park and the street. The morning was crisp and sharp and it filled his lungs with the chemical smell that all cities wore.
He was late for work.
Massu ignored the park and the glint of sunlight off mechanical pigeons and the old man who was feeding them as if everything was normal. The walk to work was uneventful, and he got there just on time dodging a lecture he knew was just waiting for the next time he was late. In the park MatsuJun ran by a frozen fountain and nothing waited for him there so he kept running to the clearing, trying to gain enough of a lead to do the minor calculation fluctuations that would counter the stolen three seconds.
He worked his shift and went home, and the silence was comforting.
Two days later, he was stumbling around in the morning, trying to feed his cat before work and it was giving an ‘I am unimpressed’ look and he found himself smiling. It looked familiar somehow, like it was an expression he should note down, engrave on his heart and keep. But it was his cat. She looked at him like that all the time. Schrödinger never seemed to be terribly impressed with him, doubly so when he was late with her food.
He got dressed and went down to the corner to wait for the bus. When he went home the solitude was welcoming. He was going out with friends tomorrow anyways; it wasn’t like he didn’t have anything to do.
On the third day he was out at the amusement park with his friends, laughing as Maru shrieked while Pi and Jin physically carried him over to a ride that rose up high and dropped suddenly, probably taking your stomach with it. Massu was mostly pleased that they had decided to spare him the same fate. He caught sight of what looked like a jewel-tone purple jacket in the crowd, doing a double take to try and catch sight of it again. What weird-o wore a jacket like that in public anyways? He couldn’t find it, and a curious feeling settled into the pit of his belly, interrupted.
“Save me!” Maru cried and Massu stood out of reach with an impish grin.
“No thanks.”
“I will get you back. I will get you all back.” Maru vowed as the line began to move and tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumb cackled in sadistic amusement.
Massu imagined that he could hear Maru’s screams, louder and more terrified then the other riders as the ride suddenly dropped towards the ground. He smiled to himself.
A few days after that he was at the cafe, working the counter and the espresso machine, great steaming cups of frothy milk, one after the other as people used the lattes to chase the encroaching chill of autumn and the bite of winter in the air. The colours of the trees in the park were stunning, a full pallet of the most brilliant yellows and reds and oranges. He’d even thought he’d seen a glint of gold off the wings of a pigeon and rubbed his eyes but it was gone and the bird was staring back at him curiously. Massu walked in a small arc to avoid it, who knew what it was thinking but he didn’t trust it.
His morning was slow, dull. Usual. Another espresso for another student and she was mildly cute but not his type. He didn’t really have a type, some of the other boys had bugged him about it in high school, there had always just been somewhat asexual in his approach to other people. It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested, it was that no one interesting had ever been around. He looked up, and his heart beat in his throat as he was dumb-struck but the beauty of the man at the counter. He was glacial cold, face blank and almost snobbish, tight pixie features, too skinny but for all his flaws all the more attractive for it. He resonated with something in Massu’s stomach and chest. Tried not to look too interested when the man turned to look at him, eyes traveling over him and away in half a heartbeat, feeling his face heat a little, embarrassed by his response to the man. He was not fourteen year old girl, he didn’t blush. Ever.
When he left with his drink Massu watched his too-skinny frame being swallowed up by the crowd with a pinched expression on his face. That had been horribly awkward and the whole reason he didn’t date.
A week later, looking over the photos from the trip to the amusement park, smiling at the four of them grinning and flashing peace signs at the camera. The obvious closeness between the three of them, Jin’s arm pulling Maru tight to his side, leaning heavily on YamaPi, Massu had been leaning against his shoulder to get in the photo too, smiling. It wasn’t anything obvious but there was something with the photo that bugged him, a glare off of something metallic in the background that lanced light blobs across his face in the photo, or the fact that he didn’t look as close or comfortable as the other three. Starting when the cat jumped off the bed in the other room and landed with a thump, realizing over his thumping heart that it was too quiet in his house. Heavy thick silence. Tegoshi was still abroad and Maru had work today. There wasn’t anyone else he was really comfortable asking over for dinner or to go out shopping or something. He’d never really noticed it before how isolated he was sometimes, and weird how it would only start to bother him now. He pushed himself up to go get dressed and go out somewhere, a movie or something. There was nothing for feeling lazy than motion and action.
The stars were out in full force, the moon too-full and hanging low, almost menacing, along the tops of the buildings. Logically Massu knew that those were not even close to all the stars, there was a whole host of smaller stars hidden by the lights of the city; he’d seen them a few times when his family had gone to visit relatives out in the country. Sometimes he wished he could name more of them, tracing the big dipper with his eyes fondly.
Something in his stomach flipped, twisting uncomfortably, that almost panicky feeling of having forgotten something drastically important. Running for an exam you had no chance of making. He was standing by the fountain and stopped dead at the feeling, wracking his brain for the source of his discomfort. He wasn’t missing any exams, he’d flunked out of his entrance exams one too many times and had given up. He had a cat and a shitty job with very little responsibility. He wasn’t missing anything but his life and it was a little late to panic over that.
The stars winked at him desperately between the lights of the skyscrapers and Massu rubbed his stomach uneasily while staring at them. Something had been wrong with him for weeks now. Something he couldn’t put his finger on, slippery, greasy, oily. The shine of something gold out of the corner of his eye, exquisite tiny gold gears ticking away steadily, and half-formed memories. Dislocation, ill-fitting, and the strangest feeling of heart-break that was following him like a cloud. He was missing something, something big, something like elephant huge.
He was missing his life and he wanted it back, he wasn’t in the right place, this wasn’t him anymore. He wouldn’t be satisfied with mediocre anymore, not when he’d had the fantastical between his fingers.
“This is all wrong,” Massu muttered to himself, and it was like trying to remember a dream, but he wasn’t going to give up. This might just be one of the most important things he’d ever done. “I want to go back. Jun, I want to go back.”
The stars weren’t just pretty; they were his map, the next destination. He could know all their names and there wasn’t anything stopping him.
“I want to go back now.”
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The sound of thousands of thousands of tiny little gears all moving. Always moving. Never stopping. The Perpetual Motion Machine engaging. It was the same bang, a pop like bubblegum popping against your lips but all over, soap bubbles popping along the divide between dimensions. He was standing on the crossroads and for reasons he knew this time around he turned towards the park and kept walking. Fuck his job.
There was an old man, smiling to himself as he fed clock-work birds and Massu smiled back a little walking into the park, heart thundering in his chest as he approached the statuesque fountain and right on time, so to speak, everything froze. Everything but him, because he’d been involved in a quantum disruption before, quite a few times in fact. The pigeon was there right in his face, black eyes on a crystalline body and he jerked away from it instinctively.
Then Jun ran through, and it was every bit as jarring as the first time he’d seen him.
“Run run run, now is a good time to run.”
Massu followed him, stumbling behind him.
With a snap he was back in the phone booth and was jerking his hand away, tripping over his feet and falling on his ass onto hard flooring, scuttling backwards until he bumped into a pirate’s chest and leaned against it for a moment until his heart stopped hammering so hard. He was shaking all over, and while he may have not been the model of emotional maturity no one could ignore a slap to the face like that.
“Hypothetical my ass.” Massu muttered, pressing his hand to his face and just taking a moment to breathe, trying to sort through the enormity of what he’d almost lost. He’d almost gotten his wish, he’d never wanted anything less in his whole life.
Getting up on knees the consistency of jello, he used the pirate crate (he’d investigated earlier, real doubloons) to steady himself. And brushed off the ass of his pants (as far as he could tell there wasn’t any dust in here, but it was more reflex then anything.) He slipped out of the room slowly and crept his way back to the main area. He got there just as Jun was slipping inside, looking like he’d literally just walked through a hurricane, with his hair all matted to his head, the stray curls dripping on his white button-down shirt.
“Jun.”
“Have fun without me?” He smiled, and shook his hair, water droplets flying everywhere and one landed on Massu’s cheek as he pressed into the other man’s usually closely guarded personal space.
“No.”
Jun was probably still talking even as Massu kissed him, digging his hands deep into wet hair and cradling his skull in his palms as he pressed his lips to the other man’s plush mouth. The water tasted oddly sweet against his tongue. Then Jun’s hands were on his hips and he wasn’t pushing him away, like he’d half expected, he was holding him closer and kissing back, teeth and tongue, pressing them deeper together. They clung together near the door, warm heat dripping through him as the long kiss broke off into a series of smaller ones. The water he licked from his lips was sweet like it’d been mixed with soft sugar, and he chased the taste the best he could. Leave it to Jun to get caught in a sweet storm.
“Should I ask what that was all about?” Jun was looking at him with a single raised eyebrow, but his pale cheeks were stained pink and Massu ginned, tugging on a fist-full of hair.
“No.”
Jun rolled his eyes. “Well if you say so.”
Massu pulled him into another kiss, and he’d wanted to do this forever and the pain of Jun’s teeth on his bottom lip was sharp and bright and perfect. He pushed a little and Jun fell back against the door, trapped by the mass of Massu’s body holding him there, and his tongue in his mouth keeping him pinned. He let his hands move, tracing the lines of Jun’s face like he could read the words printed on his skin with his fingertips, the sharpness of his cheekbones, and the cute little curves of his ears, the regal slope of his forehead. Curious fingers pressed to where their lips were joined, feeling softness and the slight dampness of saliva. He shivered, being pulled that much closer by Jun’s hands on his thighs, sharp fingers digging into muscle.
“I’ve wanted this.” Massu sighed against the smoothness of Jun’s jaw, licking the skin and following with a scrape of his teeth. Jun’s hands pulling the soft confession from him.
Jun hummed, almost vibrating under his hands as he mapped the bumps and grooves of the rib cage he could feel under his shirt.
“Then take it,” he growled tugging at the bright pink and black checkers shirt he was wearing slipping cool hands under the back to push it up and run his hands up the length of his spine. The faint scratch of nails had him arching into the sensation, wanting more and more. He was more than happy to oblige, following the lines of Jun’s jaw down to his throat, the sharp curve of his throat, skin slipping under his lips, letting his teeth scrape for the soft sounds it pulled from the other man.
The moans vibrated through his throat and against his lips and Massu pressed as close as he could, while still maintaining contact between the taller man’s neck and his teeth. Couldn’t decide, he wanted to eat them right from his mouth and feel the slight purring vibration in his throat. Here he could press his tongue to the mad throbbing pulse of blood of his jugular and smiled, feeling it against his lips, proof that Jun was here and alive and with him right now. He followed the trail down his throat, down to the collar of his shirt, soaked with the sugar-water and sucked on the fabric for a better taste. It was faintly reminiscent of cotton candy.
Jun was wet all over, the wash of his jeans darker with rainwater and clinging to the long lines of his legs. Massu’s hands were smoothing down the slopes of his rib cage, pressing the fabric over one pink nipple, sharpened to a point under the translucent white material.
Jun made the softest, most delicious sounds as Massu scraped his teeth along the rough cotton, pressing his tongue against the cooled skin in the next moment, to soothe the scrape. “Oh, do that again.” Jun hissed, threading his hands in Massu’s hair and holding him close to his chest. Wrapping his arms around Jun’s waist, and worming his fingers under his shirt to feel the damp small of his back, Massu sucked the cotton into his mouth using the scrape of the material to press his tongue to the other man’s nipple. When he couldn’t taste the sweetness of the rain water any more he pulled away, Jun’s back arching under his hands to try and follow the heat of his mouth. “Don’t stop,” he muttered, running his fingers through Massu’s hair, scraping his nails lightly across the sensitive back of his neck.
“Give me a moment.” He leaned back up to steal red lips, letting his head tilt back a little and inviting Jun’s tongue into his mouth. Starting at the top he fumbled with the little black buttons of his shirt, slipping each through the eye without looking. Around the middle their fingers bumped, Jun undoing the last button while Massu’s fingers blindly traced the sharp angles of his wrist, finally catching one and pulling it off to the side, holding it tight so he could break the kiss. He pushed the folds of his shirt out of the way so he could lap at his nipple without the cotton, the thrum of blood just under his skin, beginning to swell and redden with the abuse.
Jun shifted, one of his hands slipping from Massu’s hair to run down his back and slipped under the back of his pants to tease the skin along the top of his ass, slipping a leg between his own and pressing his thigh against the building heat there. Massu groaned and bit down on the skin around his nipple, sucking a patch between his teeth to leave a bruise there.
They were going at the speed of light but time was irrelevant, and he leaned up to pull Jun closer to his chest, rubbing his t-shirt across the other man’s damp chest and pressing his face to his wet hair, curls caressing the sides of his face as he breathed in deeply. “How much do you want?”
“I told you already to just take what you want.” Jun grabbed him and kissed him, kissing with his whole body, leaning into Massu and pressing his tongue deep, wrapping him in long gangly arms and holding him close.
Massu smiled into the kiss and he felt Jun smile back, licking the curve of his lip when he had his own mouth again. “I can do that.” He pushed the damp material off his shoulders and caught it before it fell to the floor. Shirtless, Jun’s skin was the colour of countless moons on countless planets, soft and supple and stretched too tight over his boney frame. He was also damp and probably cold, if the way goose bumps followed his gaze were any indication. He reached out and touched the delicate concave of the other man’s stomach just above the belt of his pants, and the contrast of his own honeyed skin was delicious, he could just imagine what it would look like with him plastered across the other man’s back. He wanted it.
Normally adverse to skin-to-skin contact he found he couldn’t get enough of the closeness between them. The fact that this was Jun, intergalactic cock-tease only made it better. Together they pushed his t-shirt up and off, tangling arms and tongues together as they tumbled towards the stairs that led down to the bedroom. At one point Jun had him pinned to one of the support columns and was biting viciously at the muscles in his shoulders as he braced himself against it and moaned loudly into the echo-less room, Jun’s hands down the back of his pants pulling him closer. Close enough to feel how much the other man wanted him back. The solid line of his dick trapped in his pants and pressed against Massu’s hip, obvious as a freight train. He was going to have an impressive array of bruises from each sadistic sink of teeth in his skin, but it wasn’t pain, it was something hotter, brighter, made him tug on Jun’s hair for him to stop and for him to never stop because he was begging wordlessly for more and harder.
They continued, hands scratching at each other’s tummies as they worked at belts and ties and anything impeding the touch of skin.
The bedroom was mostly cream and red and not quite as bright as the rest; Jun only slept here so it was more of an afterthought (like the very idea of sleeping to Jun) a closet with a bed where he could crash face first and Massu would sneak in to tuck the covers up around his shoulders. The decor wasn’t really of any consequence at the moment, but the low mood lighting was a nice touch, painting shadows in the hollows of his face and chest and he was stunningly beautiful. He couldn’t help himself, leaning in for a quick kiss.
He needed to bend over to undo the laces on his boots, fingers tripping over the yellow laces and hands cupped his ass, kneading the muscles there. Hot mouth on his spine licking the sharpness of shoulder blades, he shuddered. Doubling his efforts to get his shoes off. Warm skin, rubbing against his, spreading his ass apart and ripping a moan from his throat. His cotton pants hit the floor as soon as he could shimmy out of them and Jun was down to jewel-tone purple silk boxers, a darker, obviously wet, patch where the material was stretched over the rise of his dick. It looked delicious enough to eat.
It was smooth and too-hot under his tongue, musky and salty at the same time, completely organic. Jun’s long fingers carding through his hair and tugging him back to his feet with a sharp nip to Massu’s bottom lip. “Go slow later.”
“We’ve got all the time in the world?” Massu muttered against his cheek and Jun’s chuckle resonated in all the places their chests touch.
“I was going to say something like that.” Jun laughed and Massu shoved his shoulder so that he fell back on the bed with a soft exhale, arms spread wide and a small smile curving his bitten and bruised lips. Hair made almost ink black with water, matching eyes gone wide and hazy with lust, Jun looked quite the vision.
“You are so cheesy.” He fell onto the bed next to him, careful to avoid falling on one of his thin arms and curled against his side pressing his cheek to the smoothness of his breastbone, running his palm down the center of the other man’s chest and hooking his fingers into the band of his boxers and tugging on them teasingly. Jun’s arms wrapped around his torso, palms sliding across his shoulders and down his flanks, anywhere and everywhere he could touch now that Massu was completely naked. He tugged on the band again, pulling the material taught and letting it snap against his tummy with a hollow sound.
“Stop playing.” He tugged on Massu’s hair and he let his head tip back, Jun pulling them together for another kiss. Thick and wet and succulent, the silken insides of his lips contrasting with the sharpness of his even, white teeth. So many different textures, the velvet of his tongue slipping against his own and the sweet slide-friction of skin rubbing together.
“Hm?” Massu wormed his fingers under the waist band and let his nails scratch over the thin skin pulled taught over one bony hip bone. Traced the dips as they lead downward, nails scraping through wiry hair and Jun’s hips pushing up and against his hand, the heat of his dick all but searing the back of his hand. He was hard, dick jerking in his hand when he ran his palm up the underside to trace the tips of his fingers over the sensitive head. Jun arched and wiggled and kicked his boxers off leaving him just as bare-ass naked as Massu and allowed him to see the pale pink lines his nails had left on his hips.
Before he really even thought about it, he was tonguing the pink welts, drawing the tip of his tongue along the pale skin and feeling heat with his lips. Sucked some of the skin between his teeth to leave another bruise, not entirely sure where this almost possessive streak was coming from. He cradled the other man’s narrow hips with his hands as he pressed his face to his stomach and tried to get the wild beat of his heart under control. He desperately wanted more, more in his mouth, more all around him, he wanted everything and for it to go on forever.
The head filled his mouth so perfectly, stretching his jaw and his lips just to the point of discomfort. He let his tongue slide along the underside as he bobbed his head down a little, experimenting with the range of his movement. It filled his mouth, dragging across his already bruised lips, salty and hot.
“Massu,” Jun moaned, running his hands through his hair, holding his skull tenderly.
He lost himself a little in the repetitive motion, in experimenting with the seal of his lips and the suction, gauging his progress by the hitches in breathing and wordless little whimpers that spilled from Jun. Long legs to either side of his body, caging him here.
“Massu Massu Massu, stop.” He pulled his chin up and Massu didn’t want to stop. He wanted to find out how many licks it took to get to the center of the tootsie-pop. “Here.” He passed a small vial, and it was warm in his palm, he looked at it, looked at Jun and arched a single eyebrow.
“Do you mean?”
“Yes.” Jun snapped, flopping back down into the pillows and spreading his thighs a little more in invitation. While Massu may not have had a whole lot of hands-on experience, he could do this. Dipped his fingers in the slick and took the head back in his mouth, pressing against the slit with the flat of his tongue to listen to the hiss of pleasure the other man let out. This was the part he was nervous about, the slick made his hands slide along his skin, pressing between his cheeks for the unknown.
When the tip of his finger pressed against the furled skin Jun jerked up into his mouth, and the heat splashed against his tongue, just a taste. He smiled around it the best he could, using his free hand to push Jun’s leg up and out of the way to make more room for his hand. Massu took Jun deeper into his mouth, flirting with his gag reflex as he gently pushed to test the give of muscles. With a little more pressure it gave and the oil slicked the way the tip of his finger sinking into the most incredible heat and friction. His stomach tightened just imagining what it would be like to fuck that tightness.
Jun breathed out, breath breaking and hitching with these mind blowing little gasps each time Massu shifted inside him. Pressing deeper when it seemed like Jun could take it. And take it he did, moaning and arching away from the sensation before falling back on it and pressing the palm of his hand flat against his ass.
“Yes.” He tossed his head on the sheets and rocked his hips as best he could with Massu holding him in place with one of his hands. “More.”
Two fingers was a tight squeeze, and he had to pull off for a moment to just watch the way his fingers were disappearing in him. Closed his eyes against the visual, Jun flushed and panting, fingers curling in the sheets and tugging on it, too damn pretty.
“Enough. Do it already.”
“Jun.” He kissed the inside of his thigh.
“It’s okay, just do it.”
It wasn’t like he could say no to that. Slithered up his body and hovered over his chest pressing against Jun’s and feeling the wild pulse of his heart in every place they were touching.
“Really?”
Jun growled at him, teeth sinking into his bottom lip almost painfully and he could take a hint. Managed to sit back on his heels and press Jun’s legs apart, and he hadn’t noticed how hot his face got until Jun was smirking at him, stretching out against the sheets. Long limbs, too thin, but fitting into the curve of his palm where it was needed. Nervous, he’d never fucked a man, but more exhilarated because this was new and exciting and he was so hard that it was making his whole body thrum with it. Desperation and affection all tangled and too-eager.
Tight and hot and everything he felt with his fingers but along the length of his cock, and more than that, the expression of pleasure and pain mixed on Jun’s face. Eyes pressed closed and mouth opened just a little as he whined low in his chest. The image of Jun’s body taking and taking him, deeper, and deeper still, until he was kneeling with Jun’s hips in his lap, legs to either side of his hips.
“That’s good, now move.” Jun hissed at him, wrapping his legs around his waist and using that to twist his hips.
They were actually having sex; Massu groaned, leaning forward with one palm curled around his chest holding him and feeling the beat of his heart the other braced on his hip so he could hold him there as he set up a smooth rhythm. He was hot all over, coming apart already, all the stitching at the seams suddenly unimportant, tearing. Jun was hissing and cursing under him, twisting as he tossed his head, black hair against white sheets and a red flush on his pale skin. Not begging with his mouth, never, but with his body.
Massu shifted so he could balance better and hold onto both of his hips with his palms, fingers digging into the sparse fat of his ass to pull him in a sharp counter motion. Jun’s voice cracked, sharp little cries with every jarring thrust. Massu couldn’t help the smug little smile, leaned down to press his lips to the hard plane of the other man’s chest and licked up a little bit of salty sweat.
Words caught on his tongue, mixing with the tang of salt and the faint sweetness that seemed to be left over from before. Before he could say anything, Jun was shoving him out of the way so he could touch himself. They couldn’t go on for very long like that, sprinting towards the finish line like it was a race neither one of them wanted to win. When Jun came it was with the most beautiful choked sound and the most unguarded expression. Oddly pretty despite the way his mouth went all slack and he shivered his way through pulses of it, thighs jerking against Massu’s hips.
He was also taut with tension and Massu fucked him through it, probably a little too hard, but it felt divine and all he needed was one last little push to shove him over. He chased it, friction singing in his veins and feeding the aneurism he could feel building in his forehead. Stress, worry, and something that was probably love building and building and ready to pop like a soda all shaken up. It tipped, one moment he was racing desperately and the next his mind was light, a moment of euphoria followed by waves and waves of tingling pleasure that spread from his balls and shot out his dick making him shake from the sudden force of it.
Hadn’t even realized he was starting to sweat until Jun was smoothing his hair from his face and his fingertips slid in it.
“You did good.” He kissed his lips lightly. Well of course he did. Next time he would be better because, as corny as it was, they really did have all the time in the universe.
Jun pulled Massu closer to his chest, the other man’s warmth was strangely addicting, and even if the universe was going to end tomorrow he could say with confidence (because there was very little he did without confidence) that he was, for the first time in his life, happy. He’d given Massu a chance to leave, to never come back without even remembering that he was even missing something.
And he’d come back.
Pairings/Groups: Masuda Takahisa/Matsumoto Jun
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, physics
Summary: Well, you hear the fish and they're making this sound saying, "We just want to go on walking around and feel what it's like to fall down" Massu learns what it’s like to fall down, down the rabbit hole, down through time and space, and most of all what it’s like to fall in love.
Notes: Shamelessly and obviously based on the idea of Dr. Who. Love for my beta here. Written for
nanyakanya @ jerainbowbridge. Originally posted here!Matsumoto Jun, ‘just call me Jun’, was one of the strangest and most magnetic people Massu had ever met. From the top of his occasionally fluffy hair past his expressive eyebrows, full mouth and lanky, gangly body, he was almost gravitational in his pull, and Massu had fallen in with him like an endlessly circling comet. He was starting to burn up in this gaudy atmosphere, all swirling pinks and reds like Venus. Every bit as acidic and stormy as well. At least comets really were just shooting stars in disguise.
The first time Massu had met him he’d been wearing a long black coat over a leopard print silk shirt with wild and curly hair and wide, scared eyes, his lips a red slash across his too-pale face. Massu had been distracted by the flush of pink across his cheeks and the way it clashed with his black hair. He could remember the day like it was yesterday; he’d been walking and listening to the ambient sounds of the park minding his own business and living in his head one minute. In the next minute the rug was pulled out from under him toppling head over heels and spilling him out on his ass.
The morning had been unremarkable; he was on his way to work. He remembered trying to decide if he had time to cut through the park on his way to work or if he should take the quicker way on the street. Couldn’t remember why he’d decided to cut through the park despite being a little late already. Just knew that he’d turned and passed through the park. One minute he was passing the fountain and the next it was like time stood still. Everything stopped like god had pressed pause on his giant stopwatch, there was a pigeon mid-flight in front of his face, he’d been jerking away from it when it just stopped right there. The next thing he noticed was that the constant low-grade roar of the fountain had stopped, as well as the high wailing of an ambulance going by leaving him in a negative pressure of sound his own heart and breathing suddenly too loud.
Massu’s stomach had dropped and he tripped over his own feet in his haste to get away from the bird he’d thought was flying at his face. He spun around looking for the source of whatever the fuck was happening.
There was an old man sitting on a bench, the morning light was glinting off his watch, and Massu’s mind kept tripping and catching on that little glint of light. He stared and gaped, the fountain had frozen like the whole thing had been dipped in liquid nitrogen. It looked kind of like a chocolate dipped ice cream cone. He was still trying to understand, even had a hand cautiously extended to poke the suspended pigeon. That was when a beautiful whirlwind slammed through his life.
“Run run run, now is a good time to run.” He was faintly breathless and he grabbed at Massu’s hand shocking him into movement. Massu was all of a sudden being dragged along by a slim hand and the run through the park happened as if in fast motion considering everything else was stuck in pause.
Apparently it had been an honest to goodness Bandersnatch. It stopped time and ate the last three seconds of whatever it encountered. It didn’t like it when it couldn’t stop something, got really pissed off actually, and when it got pissed that was what the huge, yellowing, sharp teeth were for.
“Keep up!” He’d yelled, and Massu didn’t think to disobey him, just turned where he was standing and ran after the other man. Hadn’t had any idea what was going on as he ran, desperately behind the other man. Caught flashes of it over his should which only spurred him to run faster, keeping pace with the other man easily given the dump of adrenaline singing through him. The thing’s growl sounded like a fork caught in a composter, too close and too real on his heels.
They ran until they came to a secluded spot and something with lots of buttons came out from inside his long sweeping coat. “Hold your breath,” Jun said and his smile was smug, victorious.
The world exploded in lights and glitter and Massu vividly remembered that it had been so bright that it physically hurt, like turning-on-the-bathroom-light-in-the-middle-of-the-night bright. He was probably still on the ground covering his head or something when the other man nudged him with his shoe and hissed something that sounded like ’people are staring’‘.
Which was a pretty auspicious way to start a relationship all things concerned.
Later, over lattes, Massu learned that the remote thing had sort of rewound the three second rewind that it was eating, and the ensuring time loop simply exploded its mind. That was really the only way to defeat a Bandersnatch on a bend. After explaining this he wiped at the corner of his mouth with a daintily folded napkin and Massu tried to keep his own head from exploding.
“Why didn’t it work on me?” He’d been the only one not frozen, for all the good that got him. The question of what ‘is’ a Bandersnatch had gotten him three minutes of a bunch of words he had no hope of understanding all strung together and a raised eyebrow silently mocking him. It was a quantum creature that fed on the second vibration of the electron as, counter-spinning outer shells... something about string theory?
“I have no idea.” He had put the napkin down, looking for all the world like he was in a classy restaurant and not in a rather shabby coffee place where Massu was more than late for work. “I can only assume that you have, or will have come in contact with something quantum in nature and it’s already messed with the spins on your electrons.”
Massu had offered to pay for his coffee, because that was the least he could do when the other man had saved his life. Two dollars down, and he was a full hour late for work when he finally jogged the rest of the way. Massu had stuttered his way through some tall tale of the battery in his alarm clock dying, but which was more believable then the actual truth. When he went home, a quick google search of quantum physics and a ‘Quantum Chemistry for Dummies’ browse left him even more confused.
That was impossible.
He said as much when he stepped out of apartment exactly one week later to find MatsuJun standing on the corner of his street leaning against a phone booth waiting for him.
“You don’t make sense.” Massu was a grown up. Massu didn’t whine. In fact Massu was one of the most clean and rational people he knew. Massu felt almost like pouting at the unfairness of it all.
“You don’t either.” Matsujun had replied with a careful little smile. “That’s why I came back.” Probably it should have been insulting, but his hair was different now, black and feathered, shot through with streaks of white-blond. And his careless smile seemed a little less condescending, pretty even. “You’re interesting.”
To this day Massu had no idea why he didn’t run screaming. He probably should have. After all, what would a man with wild hair and too-tight pants have to offer him, except maybe a good time, because with a mouth like that he could have easily been a hooker. A quantum chemistry spouting hooker, but still. Despite many shrieking alarms in his head “‘don’t go places with strange men’ ‘he’s crazy as a loon’ ‘seriously Masuda, a Bandersnatch’“ he’d smiled, maybe a little shyly and followed.
Matsumoto was unlike anyone else in the whole world, which only made sense because there couldn’t be anyone else like him. Massu was quite certain if there were then the universe would simply explode. He once had a cat that got the same annoyed look as Matsumoto did when he was touched, pecked at his food unless Massu was there to watch him too. He’s the infuriating type of guy who’s attractive and he knows it, has enough self confidence for two people but doesn’t take kindly to unwanted advances. A sharp insulting tongue, which was every bit as sharp as his mind and often got them on the wrong side of the people they met on their travels.
He’s also some sort of inter-dimensional peace keeper with a time travelling phone booth.
He took Massu to the future and everywhere was soft colours and gleaming whiteness, the smell wasn’t so much antiseptic as it was the smell of clean and that didn’t make any sense but there was no other way to describe it. Massu had fallen in love a little at that moment. Massu hadn’t been sure where they were, when they were, but it had been so gloriously beautiful that it took his breath away. Matsumoto, for all his lack of tact and abrasive persona didn’t say anything while Massu took it all in, just hummed contentedly in his throat, obviously pleased that Massu was happy.
They went to the past and Matsumoto just laughed when Massu was beyond distressed by a cow pooping in the middle of the road. They stayed mostly in more civilized eras after that.
There was one memorable occasion where they had both fallen into the theoretical primordial soup and Massu freaked out because in movies that always led to some sort of massive mutation or maybe Planet of the Apes. Matsumoto had only laughed at his freak-out and tossed goop at his face. He’d gotten it in Matsumoto’s hair in revenge and they tussled in the mud, where Massu realized just how bony the other man was, too many blind sharp corners, like a dangerously icy road, and far too skinny.
Massu felt like it had been ages and only a few moments since he’d begun his travels with Matsumoto. How long exactly he couldn’t say, after all measures of time were relative, do you subtract 500 000 from the past from 4000 from the future? Using BC as a relative set point that is. Or do you do it the other way around?
Either a million years or a fraction of a second, it didn’t matter because it was quickly becoming apparent that he couldn’t go back. Not after he’s seen humans touch the stars, and seen a real fucking dinosaur. There was no way he’d be able to go back to a 9-5 regular life, he never asked for all this excitement but he’d also never be able to live without it again. Matusmoto too, who is more than just the guy who drove the time machine. He was prickly and neon vibrant and oddly fragile at times.
Which was all sunshine and dandy, because it felt good to be young and in love.
Except lately. Lately Jun had been different, a little more distant, preoccupied and he would drop Massu off somewhere interesting, a galactic day spa, or the unicorn breeding grounds and vanish for the whole time. He’d seen it time and time again happen to friends but wasn’t silly enough to partake in all the fuss, checking text messages ‘he’s cheating on me’, some people stalked and others just broke down and cried into their drinks on Friday nights. None of it made a whole lot of sense at the time, how could you ever feel so strongly about someone that it would make you stupid? Besides it wasn’t like this was any normal relationship or anything. Still, he’d seen the girls at work go through this, first distance, then the eventual breakup and fallout. Wouldn’t normally be freaking out so much or at all really because emotional distance was his forte after all, but his track record with relationships wasn’t all that great and Jun’s a little more than a friend and a little less than a lover and something far more precious.
“It’s weird,” Massu said out loud and he was totally alone in the phone booth (which was bigger than your average phone booth on the inside than it was on the outside, with levels and hallways with sinister corners and one room covered in enough spider webs to have him slamming the door before he could get a look at the dog-sized aracnoid that spun that.) The inside looked reminiscent of a crash between a rainbow and some futuristic techno club. Crazy chrome colours and soft silvers with dials and knobs that each seemed to do something different, for instance the temperature control was a button, you pressed it down and thought really hard about what temperature you wanted and if it was feeling agreeable then the temperature would change. There was probably a life-time or two’s worth of nooks and crannies to explore, with everything from a map to the lost city of Atlantis to a rather large bin full of unmatched socks (confiscated from an actual gremlin, and Massu had just known there had to be one stealing only one of his socks).
Right now he was sitting on a hammock he’d set up between the lavender and orange support beams, hands pillowed behind his head and staring at the projection of earth’s stars on the ceiling. He could trace the big dipper with his eyes, and what might be Orion’s Belt but he couldn’t be sure. Once these had just been stars, balls of gas, hydrogen undergoing nuclear fusion into helium and letting off massive amounts of heat, and now they were a road map, destinations and places to go and see. He could pick a star and ask to watch its birth, the well of gravity that slowly pulled more and more gases to the core until it ignited to life in a fiery explosion of gravity and gasses giving birth to a whole new solar system. It wasn’t as much fun poking around the innards of this thing without Jun there to tell him that he couldn’t possibly understand what that did so don’t even ask.
“I never used to mind being alone.” His voice didn’t echo despite the halls and the high ceiling, something which had never bothered him until this very moment. “I also never used to talk to myself.”
There wasn’t even an echo to answer. He was tempted to call his mother again, just to see how she was doing and for someone to chat with. But time was tricky, if he called a time point in his own personal time line would be fixed and it would jump forward, this was like a paid holiday he wasn’t missing work so as long as too much time didn’t pass. It got complicated fast. Massu didn’t really understand all of it but it didn’t stop him from giving himself headaches trying to figure it out.
There was one thing to do. A niggling little thought that made him feel guilty each time it crossed his mind. But every second he was left alone he couldn’t help it. He’d managed for a week not to cave in, put it out of his mind firmly and went about doing everything to keep it away. Jun had been gone for a long time now and he couldn’t help it. Where once was peace in stillness seemed now only to be stifling loneliness and creeping paranoia. Something he hadn’t known he was missing until he’d found it.
Now he wanted to go back.
And there it was, his guilty secret. Well besides the ones where he used a lot of his alone time jerking off to the thought of Jun’s devastating lips and his long fingers. He would hiss, scratch and bite and wouldn’t yield but Massu would hold him, pet him and love him, like taming a stray cat. But he couldn’t have that and it’s like being starving next to a feast you knew you couldn’t eat. Frustrating and devastating and all of the things he should be associating with Jun already.
Rolling off the hammock and onto the balls of his feet, Massu stretched out his back and shook out his arms; his whole body felt sleepy and lazy from the gentle rocking motion. He’d gone this way many times and purposely walked past the door he stopped in front of this time. Third door on the left, the first right then a left and after a few bends. He pushed the sliding door over, and slipped inside the room. Feeling guilty all over again at the sight of it, sitting there gently beckoning him.
A perpetual motion machine, the holy grail of thermodynamics and a physical impossibility, but how did that go, six impossibilities before breakfast? It was shaped like a dome, with an impossible amount of shiny gold and silver gears inside that continued to move. It made the most curious soft ticking noise, like the sound of a heartbeat, smooth and even. What it did was it brought you to a point in your life, one point where you made a decision, anything from picking what to major in, to pizza or Chinese for dinner. Then you can make the choice all over again and the machine extrapolates what could have happened, an innocent game thought up by some twisted psychopath hell-bent on the hypothetical what-if. A virtual reality where you could torture yourself with every bad choice for at least a lifetime.
It couldn’t hurt. He just wanted to see.
He touched the machine and the crystal casing was cool under his finger tips quickly heating up. It hummed as if it could feel his wish, read the thoughts from his mind and he smiled at the small machine.
“You know what to do.”
The ticking kept its steady pace, but the gears all switched direction, whirling faster and faster and he imagined he could feel it humming to life. It hit some sort of internal terminal velocity and with a bang he was standing at a crossroads again. The park and the street. The morning was crisp and sharp and it filled his lungs with the chemical smell that all cities wore.
He was late for work.
Massu ignored the park and the glint of sunlight off mechanical pigeons and the old man who was feeding them as if everything was normal. The walk to work was uneventful, and he got there just on time dodging a lecture he knew was just waiting for the next time he was late. In the park MatsuJun ran by a frozen fountain and nothing waited for him there so he kept running to the clearing, trying to gain enough of a lead to do the minor calculation fluctuations that would counter the stolen three seconds.
He worked his shift and went home, and the silence was comforting.
Two days later, he was stumbling around in the morning, trying to feed his cat before work and it was giving an ‘I am unimpressed’ look and he found himself smiling. It looked familiar somehow, like it was an expression he should note down, engrave on his heart and keep. But it was his cat. She looked at him like that all the time. Schrödinger never seemed to be terribly impressed with him, doubly so when he was late with her food.
He got dressed and went down to the corner to wait for the bus. When he went home the solitude was welcoming. He was going out with friends tomorrow anyways; it wasn’t like he didn’t have anything to do.
On the third day he was out at the amusement park with his friends, laughing as Maru shrieked while Pi and Jin physically carried him over to a ride that rose up high and dropped suddenly, probably taking your stomach with it. Massu was mostly pleased that they had decided to spare him the same fate. He caught sight of what looked like a jewel-tone purple jacket in the crowd, doing a double take to try and catch sight of it again. What weird-o wore a jacket like that in public anyways? He couldn’t find it, and a curious feeling settled into the pit of his belly, interrupted.
“Save me!” Maru cried and Massu stood out of reach with an impish grin.
“No thanks.”
“I will get you back. I will get you all back.” Maru vowed as the line began to move and tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumb cackled in sadistic amusement.
Massu imagined that he could hear Maru’s screams, louder and more terrified then the other riders as the ride suddenly dropped towards the ground. He smiled to himself.
A few days after that he was at the cafe, working the counter and the espresso machine, great steaming cups of frothy milk, one after the other as people used the lattes to chase the encroaching chill of autumn and the bite of winter in the air. The colours of the trees in the park were stunning, a full pallet of the most brilliant yellows and reds and oranges. He’d even thought he’d seen a glint of gold off the wings of a pigeon and rubbed his eyes but it was gone and the bird was staring back at him curiously. Massu walked in a small arc to avoid it, who knew what it was thinking but he didn’t trust it.
His morning was slow, dull. Usual. Another espresso for another student and she was mildly cute but not his type. He didn’t really have a type, some of the other boys had bugged him about it in high school, there had always just been somewhat asexual in his approach to other people. It wasn’t that he wasn’t interested, it was that no one interesting had ever been around. He looked up, and his heart beat in his throat as he was dumb-struck but the beauty of the man at the counter. He was glacial cold, face blank and almost snobbish, tight pixie features, too skinny but for all his flaws all the more attractive for it. He resonated with something in Massu’s stomach and chest. Tried not to look too interested when the man turned to look at him, eyes traveling over him and away in half a heartbeat, feeling his face heat a little, embarrassed by his response to the man. He was not fourteen year old girl, he didn’t blush. Ever.
When he left with his drink Massu watched his too-skinny frame being swallowed up by the crowd with a pinched expression on his face. That had been horribly awkward and the whole reason he didn’t date.
A week later, looking over the photos from the trip to the amusement park, smiling at the four of them grinning and flashing peace signs at the camera. The obvious closeness between the three of them, Jin’s arm pulling Maru tight to his side, leaning heavily on YamaPi, Massu had been leaning against his shoulder to get in the photo too, smiling. It wasn’t anything obvious but there was something with the photo that bugged him, a glare off of something metallic in the background that lanced light blobs across his face in the photo, or the fact that he didn’t look as close or comfortable as the other three. Starting when the cat jumped off the bed in the other room and landed with a thump, realizing over his thumping heart that it was too quiet in his house. Heavy thick silence. Tegoshi was still abroad and Maru had work today. There wasn’t anyone else he was really comfortable asking over for dinner or to go out shopping or something. He’d never really noticed it before how isolated he was sometimes, and weird how it would only start to bother him now. He pushed himself up to go get dressed and go out somewhere, a movie or something. There was nothing for feeling lazy than motion and action.
The stars were out in full force, the moon too-full and hanging low, almost menacing, along the tops of the buildings. Logically Massu knew that those were not even close to all the stars, there was a whole host of smaller stars hidden by the lights of the city; he’d seen them a few times when his family had gone to visit relatives out in the country. Sometimes he wished he could name more of them, tracing the big dipper with his eyes fondly.
Something in his stomach flipped, twisting uncomfortably, that almost panicky feeling of having forgotten something drastically important. Running for an exam you had no chance of making. He was standing by the fountain and stopped dead at the feeling, wracking his brain for the source of his discomfort. He wasn’t missing any exams, he’d flunked out of his entrance exams one too many times and had given up. He had a cat and a shitty job with very little responsibility. He wasn’t missing anything but his life and it was a little late to panic over that.
The stars winked at him desperately between the lights of the skyscrapers and Massu rubbed his stomach uneasily while staring at them. Something had been wrong with him for weeks now. Something he couldn’t put his finger on, slippery, greasy, oily. The shine of something gold out of the corner of his eye, exquisite tiny gold gears ticking away steadily, and half-formed memories. Dislocation, ill-fitting, and the strangest feeling of heart-break that was following him like a cloud. He was missing something, something big, something like elephant huge.
He was missing his life and he wanted it back, he wasn’t in the right place, this wasn’t him anymore. He wouldn’t be satisfied with mediocre anymore, not when he’d had the fantastical between his fingers.
“This is all wrong,” Massu muttered to himself, and it was like trying to remember a dream, but he wasn’t going to give up. This might just be one of the most important things he’d ever done. “I want to go back. Jun, I want to go back.”
The stars weren’t just pretty; they were his map, the next destination. He could know all their names and there wasn’t anything stopping him.
“I want to go back now.”
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The sound of thousands of thousands of tiny little gears all moving. Always moving. Never stopping. The Perpetual Motion Machine engaging. It was the same bang, a pop like bubblegum popping against your lips but all over, soap bubbles popping along the divide between dimensions. He was standing on the crossroads and for reasons he knew this time around he turned towards the park and kept walking. Fuck his job.
There was an old man, smiling to himself as he fed clock-work birds and Massu smiled back a little walking into the park, heart thundering in his chest as he approached the statuesque fountain and right on time, so to speak, everything froze. Everything but him, because he’d been involved in a quantum disruption before, quite a few times in fact. The pigeon was there right in his face, black eyes on a crystalline body and he jerked away from it instinctively.
Then Jun ran through, and it was every bit as jarring as the first time he’d seen him.
“Run run run, now is a good time to run.”
Massu followed him, stumbling behind him.
With a snap he was back in the phone booth and was jerking his hand away, tripping over his feet and falling on his ass onto hard flooring, scuttling backwards until he bumped into a pirate’s chest and leaned against it for a moment until his heart stopped hammering so hard. He was shaking all over, and while he may have not been the model of emotional maturity no one could ignore a slap to the face like that.
“Hypothetical my ass.” Massu muttered, pressing his hand to his face and just taking a moment to breathe, trying to sort through the enormity of what he’d almost lost. He’d almost gotten his wish, he’d never wanted anything less in his whole life.
Getting up on knees the consistency of jello, he used the pirate crate (he’d investigated earlier, real doubloons) to steady himself. And brushed off the ass of his pants (as far as he could tell there wasn’t any dust in here, but it was more reflex then anything.) He slipped out of the room slowly and crept his way back to the main area. He got there just as Jun was slipping inside, looking like he’d literally just walked through a hurricane, with his hair all matted to his head, the stray curls dripping on his white button-down shirt.
“Jun.”
“Have fun without me?” He smiled, and shook his hair, water droplets flying everywhere and one landed on Massu’s cheek as he pressed into the other man’s usually closely guarded personal space.
“No.”
Jun was probably still talking even as Massu kissed him, digging his hands deep into wet hair and cradling his skull in his palms as he pressed his lips to the other man’s plush mouth. The water tasted oddly sweet against his tongue. Then Jun’s hands were on his hips and he wasn’t pushing him away, like he’d half expected, he was holding him closer and kissing back, teeth and tongue, pressing them deeper together. They clung together near the door, warm heat dripping through him as the long kiss broke off into a series of smaller ones. The water he licked from his lips was sweet like it’d been mixed with soft sugar, and he chased the taste the best he could. Leave it to Jun to get caught in a sweet storm.
“Should I ask what that was all about?” Jun was looking at him with a single raised eyebrow, but his pale cheeks were stained pink and Massu ginned, tugging on a fist-full of hair.
“No.”
Jun rolled his eyes. “Well if you say so.”
Massu pulled him into another kiss, and he’d wanted to do this forever and the pain of Jun’s teeth on his bottom lip was sharp and bright and perfect. He pushed a little and Jun fell back against the door, trapped by the mass of Massu’s body holding him there, and his tongue in his mouth keeping him pinned. He let his hands move, tracing the lines of Jun’s face like he could read the words printed on his skin with his fingertips, the sharpness of his cheekbones, and the cute little curves of his ears, the regal slope of his forehead. Curious fingers pressed to where their lips were joined, feeling softness and the slight dampness of saliva. He shivered, being pulled that much closer by Jun’s hands on his thighs, sharp fingers digging into muscle.
“I’ve wanted this.” Massu sighed against the smoothness of Jun’s jaw, licking the skin and following with a scrape of his teeth. Jun’s hands pulling the soft confession from him.
Jun hummed, almost vibrating under his hands as he mapped the bumps and grooves of the rib cage he could feel under his shirt.
“Then take it,” he growled tugging at the bright pink and black checkers shirt he was wearing slipping cool hands under the back to push it up and run his hands up the length of his spine. The faint scratch of nails had him arching into the sensation, wanting more and more. He was more than happy to oblige, following the lines of Jun’s jaw down to his throat, the sharp curve of his throat, skin slipping under his lips, letting his teeth scrape for the soft sounds it pulled from the other man.
The moans vibrated through his throat and against his lips and Massu pressed as close as he could, while still maintaining contact between the taller man’s neck and his teeth. Couldn’t decide, he wanted to eat them right from his mouth and feel the slight purring vibration in his throat. Here he could press his tongue to the mad throbbing pulse of blood of his jugular and smiled, feeling it against his lips, proof that Jun was here and alive and with him right now. He followed the trail down his throat, down to the collar of his shirt, soaked with the sugar-water and sucked on the fabric for a better taste. It was faintly reminiscent of cotton candy.
Jun was wet all over, the wash of his jeans darker with rainwater and clinging to the long lines of his legs. Massu’s hands were smoothing down the slopes of his rib cage, pressing the fabric over one pink nipple, sharpened to a point under the translucent white material.
Jun made the softest, most delicious sounds as Massu scraped his teeth along the rough cotton, pressing his tongue against the cooled skin in the next moment, to soothe the scrape. “Oh, do that again.” Jun hissed, threading his hands in Massu’s hair and holding him close to his chest. Wrapping his arms around Jun’s waist, and worming his fingers under his shirt to feel the damp small of his back, Massu sucked the cotton into his mouth using the scrape of the material to press his tongue to the other man’s nipple. When he couldn’t taste the sweetness of the rain water any more he pulled away, Jun’s back arching under his hands to try and follow the heat of his mouth. “Don’t stop,” he muttered, running his fingers through Massu’s hair, scraping his nails lightly across the sensitive back of his neck.
“Give me a moment.” He leaned back up to steal red lips, letting his head tilt back a little and inviting Jun’s tongue into his mouth. Starting at the top he fumbled with the little black buttons of his shirt, slipping each through the eye without looking. Around the middle their fingers bumped, Jun undoing the last button while Massu’s fingers blindly traced the sharp angles of his wrist, finally catching one and pulling it off to the side, holding it tight so he could break the kiss. He pushed the folds of his shirt out of the way so he could lap at his nipple without the cotton, the thrum of blood just under his skin, beginning to swell and redden with the abuse.
Jun shifted, one of his hands slipping from Massu’s hair to run down his back and slipped under the back of his pants to tease the skin along the top of his ass, slipping a leg between his own and pressing his thigh against the building heat there. Massu groaned and bit down on the skin around his nipple, sucking a patch between his teeth to leave a bruise there.
They were going at the speed of light but time was irrelevant, and he leaned up to pull Jun closer to his chest, rubbing his t-shirt across the other man’s damp chest and pressing his face to his wet hair, curls caressing the sides of his face as he breathed in deeply. “How much do you want?”
“I told you already to just take what you want.” Jun grabbed him and kissed him, kissing with his whole body, leaning into Massu and pressing his tongue deep, wrapping him in long gangly arms and holding him close.
Massu smiled into the kiss and he felt Jun smile back, licking the curve of his lip when he had his own mouth again. “I can do that.” He pushed the damp material off his shoulders and caught it before it fell to the floor. Shirtless, Jun’s skin was the colour of countless moons on countless planets, soft and supple and stretched too tight over his boney frame. He was also damp and probably cold, if the way goose bumps followed his gaze were any indication. He reached out and touched the delicate concave of the other man’s stomach just above the belt of his pants, and the contrast of his own honeyed skin was delicious, he could just imagine what it would look like with him plastered across the other man’s back. He wanted it.
Normally adverse to skin-to-skin contact he found he couldn’t get enough of the closeness between them. The fact that this was Jun, intergalactic cock-tease only made it better. Together they pushed his t-shirt up and off, tangling arms and tongues together as they tumbled towards the stairs that led down to the bedroom. At one point Jun had him pinned to one of the support columns and was biting viciously at the muscles in his shoulders as he braced himself against it and moaned loudly into the echo-less room, Jun’s hands down the back of his pants pulling him closer. Close enough to feel how much the other man wanted him back. The solid line of his dick trapped in his pants and pressed against Massu’s hip, obvious as a freight train. He was going to have an impressive array of bruises from each sadistic sink of teeth in his skin, but it wasn’t pain, it was something hotter, brighter, made him tug on Jun’s hair for him to stop and for him to never stop because he was begging wordlessly for more and harder.
They continued, hands scratching at each other’s tummies as they worked at belts and ties and anything impeding the touch of skin.
The bedroom was mostly cream and red and not quite as bright as the rest; Jun only slept here so it was more of an afterthought (like the very idea of sleeping to Jun) a closet with a bed where he could crash face first and Massu would sneak in to tuck the covers up around his shoulders. The decor wasn’t really of any consequence at the moment, but the low mood lighting was a nice touch, painting shadows in the hollows of his face and chest and he was stunningly beautiful. He couldn’t help himself, leaning in for a quick kiss.
He needed to bend over to undo the laces on his boots, fingers tripping over the yellow laces and hands cupped his ass, kneading the muscles there. Hot mouth on his spine licking the sharpness of shoulder blades, he shuddered. Doubling his efforts to get his shoes off. Warm skin, rubbing against his, spreading his ass apart and ripping a moan from his throat. His cotton pants hit the floor as soon as he could shimmy out of them and Jun was down to jewel-tone purple silk boxers, a darker, obviously wet, patch where the material was stretched over the rise of his dick. It looked delicious enough to eat.
It was smooth and too-hot under his tongue, musky and salty at the same time, completely organic. Jun’s long fingers carding through his hair and tugging him back to his feet with a sharp nip to Massu’s bottom lip. “Go slow later.”
“We’ve got all the time in the world?” Massu muttered against his cheek and Jun’s chuckle resonated in all the places their chests touch.
“I was going to say something like that.” Jun laughed and Massu shoved his shoulder so that he fell back on the bed with a soft exhale, arms spread wide and a small smile curving his bitten and bruised lips. Hair made almost ink black with water, matching eyes gone wide and hazy with lust, Jun looked quite the vision.
“You are so cheesy.” He fell onto the bed next to him, careful to avoid falling on one of his thin arms and curled against his side pressing his cheek to the smoothness of his breastbone, running his palm down the center of the other man’s chest and hooking his fingers into the band of his boxers and tugging on them teasingly. Jun’s arms wrapped around his torso, palms sliding across his shoulders and down his flanks, anywhere and everywhere he could touch now that Massu was completely naked. He tugged on the band again, pulling the material taught and letting it snap against his tummy with a hollow sound.
“Stop playing.” He tugged on Massu’s hair and he let his head tip back, Jun pulling them together for another kiss. Thick and wet and succulent, the silken insides of his lips contrasting with the sharpness of his even, white teeth. So many different textures, the velvet of his tongue slipping against his own and the sweet slide-friction of skin rubbing together.
“Hm?” Massu wormed his fingers under the waist band and let his nails scratch over the thin skin pulled taught over one bony hip bone. Traced the dips as they lead downward, nails scraping through wiry hair and Jun’s hips pushing up and against his hand, the heat of his dick all but searing the back of his hand. He was hard, dick jerking in his hand when he ran his palm up the underside to trace the tips of his fingers over the sensitive head. Jun arched and wiggled and kicked his boxers off leaving him just as bare-ass naked as Massu and allowed him to see the pale pink lines his nails had left on his hips.
Before he really even thought about it, he was tonguing the pink welts, drawing the tip of his tongue along the pale skin and feeling heat with his lips. Sucked some of the skin between his teeth to leave another bruise, not entirely sure where this almost possessive streak was coming from. He cradled the other man’s narrow hips with his hands as he pressed his face to his stomach and tried to get the wild beat of his heart under control. He desperately wanted more, more in his mouth, more all around him, he wanted everything and for it to go on forever.
The head filled his mouth so perfectly, stretching his jaw and his lips just to the point of discomfort. He let his tongue slide along the underside as he bobbed his head down a little, experimenting with the range of his movement. It filled his mouth, dragging across his already bruised lips, salty and hot.
“Massu,” Jun moaned, running his hands through his hair, holding his skull tenderly.
He lost himself a little in the repetitive motion, in experimenting with the seal of his lips and the suction, gauging his progress by the hitches in breathing and wordless little whimpers that spilled from Jun. Long legs to either side of his body, caging him here.
“Massu Massu Massu, stop.” He pulled his chin up and Massu didn’t want to stop. He wanted to find out how many licks it took to get to the center of the tootsie-pop. “Here.” He passed a small vial, and it was warm in his palm, he looked at it, looked at Jun and arched a single eyebrow.
“Do you mean?”
“Yes.” Jun snapped, flopping back down into the pillows and spreading his thighs a little more in invitation. While Massu may not have had a whole lot of hands-on experience, he could do this. Dipped his fingers in the slick and took the head back in his mouth, pressing against the slit with the flat of his tongue to listen to the hiss of pleasure the other man let out. This was the part he was nervous about, the slick made his hands slide along his skin, pressing between his cheeks for the unknown.
When the tip of his finger pressed against the furled skin Jun jerked up into his mouth, and the heat splashed against his tongue, just a taste. He smiled around it the best he could, using his free hand to push Jun’s leg up and out of the way to make more room for his hand. Massu took Jun deeper into his mouth, flirting with his gag reflex as he gently pushed to test the give of muscles. With a little more pressure it gave and the oil slicked the way the tip of his finger sinking into the most incredible heat and friction. His stomach tightened just imagining what it would be like to fuck that tightness.
Jun breathed out, breath breaking and hitching with these mind blowing little gasps each time Massu shifted inside him. Pressing deeper when it seemed like Jun could take it. And take it he did, moaning and arching away from the sensation before falling back on it and pressing the palm of his hand flat against his ass.
“Yes.” He tossed his head on the sheets and rocked his hips as best he could with Massu holding him in place with one of his hands. “More.”
Two fingers was a tight squeeze, and he had to pull off for a moment to just watch the way his fingers were disappearing in him. Closed his eyes against the visual, Jun flushed and panting, fingers curling in the sheets and tugging on it, too damn pretty.
“Enough. Do it already.”
“Jun.” He kissed the inside of his thigh.
“It’s okay, just do it.”
It wasn’t like he could say no to that. Slithered up his body and hovered over his chest pressing against Jun’s and feeling the wild pulse of his heart in every place they were touching.
“Really?”
Jun growled at him, teeth sinking into his bottom lip almost painfully and he could take a hint. Managed to sit back on his heels and press Jun’s legs apart, and he hadn’t noticed how hot his face got until Jun was smirking at him, stretching out against the sheets. Long limbs, too thin, but fitting into the curve of his palm where it was needed. Nervous, he’d never fucked a man, but more exhilarated because this was new and exciting and he was so hard that it was making his whole body thrum with it. Desperation and affection all tangled and too-eager.
Tight and hot and everything he felt with his fingers but along the length of his cock, and more than that, the expression of pleasure and pain mixed on Jun’s face. Eyes pressed closed and mouth opened just a little as he whined low in his chest. The image of Jun’s body taking and taking him, deeper, and deeper still, until he was kneeling with Jun’s hips in his lap, legs to either side of his hips.
“That’s good, now move.” Jun hissed at him, wrapping his legs around his waist and using that to twist his hips.
They were actually having sex; Massu groaned, leaning forward with one palm curled around his chest holding him and feeling the beat of his heart the other braced on his hip so he could hold him there as he set up a smooth rhythm. He was hot all over, coming apart already, all the stitching at the seams suddenly unimportant, tearing. Jun was hissing and cursing under him, twisting as he tossed his head, black hair against white sheets and a red flush on his pale skin. Not begging with his mouth, never, but with his body.
Massu shifted so he could balance better and hold onto both of his hips with his palms, fingers digging into the sparse fat of his ass to pull him in a sharp counter motion. Jun’s voice cracked, sharp little cries with every jarring thrust. Massu couldn’t help the smug little smile, leaned down to press his lips to the hard plane of the other man’s chest and licked up a little bit of salty sweat.
Words caught on his tongue, mixing with the tang of salt and the faint sweetness that seemed to be left over from before. Before he could say anything, Jun was shoving him out of the way so he could touch himself. They couldn’t go on for very long like that, sprinting towards the finish line like it was a race neither one of them wanted to win. When Jun came it was with the most beautiful choked sound and the most unguarded expression. Oddly pretty despite the way his mouth went all slack and he shivered his way through pulses of it, thighs jerking against Massu’s hips.
He was also taut with tension and Massu fucked him through it, probably a little too hard, but it felt divine and all he needed was one last little push to shove him over. He chased it, friction singing in his veins and feeding the aneurism he could feel building in his forehead. Stress, worry, and something that was probably love building and building and ready to pop like a soda all shaken up. It tipped, one moment he was racing desperately and the next his mind was light, a moment of euphoria followed by waves and waves of tingling pleasure that spread from his balls and shot out his dick making him shake from the sudden force of it.
Hadn’t even realized he was starting to sweat until Jun was smoothing his hair from his face and his fingertips slid in it.
“You did good.” He kissed his lips lightly. Well of course he did. Next time he would be better because, as corny as it was, they really did have all the time in the universe.
Jun pulled Massu closer to his chest, the other man’s warmth was strangely addicting, and even if the universe was going to end tomorrow he could say with confidence (because there was very little he did without confidence) that he was, for the first time in his life, happy. He’d given Massu a chance to leave, to never come back without even remembering that he was even missing something.
And he’d come back.
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Date: 2011-01-04 01:41 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-01-04 10:16 am (UTC)Delicious ♥ Thank you! :)
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Date: 2011-01-04 02:47 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading, I am pleased that you liked it.
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Date: 2011-01-05 06:09 am (UTC)The build up to the sex is just right and doesn't feel like "they're going to fuck -- and here is why." thus its like a good story with a pleasant bonus (I almost wrote that as 'boner' -- either or works. lol). With the addition that it's wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey, reading this made my night, if my tl;dr commentage doesn't express that yet. :D Thank you for a good read!
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Date: 2011-01-06 02:57 pm (UTC)I love applicable typos XD cute! Again, thanks a lot!
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Date: 2011-03-15 05:51 pm (UTC)The problem Massu had with choosing is just the reason why I have watched only few episodes of Dr. Who even though my friends have tried to get me watch more - but it's also one of the reasons I liked this quite much. It might help that I pair Massu with anyone and that Jun has entertained me trough so many doramas just by his appearance - and that the sex was hot x3 I would also say that they kind of fit together, maybe because they know each other so well in this already. + Dr. Jun can use someone as level-headed as Massu and Massu is a fan of Arashi like he here is a Jun's fan~
Thank you for writing!