Janakute

[krystalkatzfics]

Title: Janakute
Author: krystalkatz
Rating: PG
Length: Chaptered
Genre: Au, fluff

Pairings: Sakurai Sho/Aiba Masaki, Matsumoto Jun/Ninomiya Kazunari

Disclaimer: I only own the plot

Warning: Sakurai is a lot older than Aiba in this… Aiba is 16 and Sakurai is 32

“Masa? Where the hell have you been?!” His friend Toma shouted as soon as he walked through the front door, Aiba tried to focus his cloudy mind and push away the sensations of Sakurai’s hands and lips to look at him properly but his whole body was still buzzing with the pleasure he had been given a dull ache in his ass and hips telling him that all of it had been real.

“Um… Job interview?” He answered doubting that his friend wanted to hear the truth about him and Sakurai.

“What kind of job interview lasts all night and half a day?” Toma asked sarcastically and Aiba looked down at the floor, “besides I know for a fact Nino-san left at about 11.30… So…”

“I didn’t get the job there, Ninomiya-san guessed my age straight away” Aiba lied, though from what Sakurai had said it would have been the truth “So I carried on looking…”

“And not once did you think to ring us? My parents have been going mental with worry!” Toma hissed and Aiba suddenly started feeling guilty. He hadn’t thought that they would be worried about him

“I’m sorry, Toma” He mumbled keeping his eyes fixed on the floor. “I didn’t think”

“What else is new? I guessed you’d been found out from what I heard from the security guard… Nino-san was fuming that a 16 year old gotten into his club apparently…” Toma sighed switching on the kettle and Aiba felt another rush of guilt, he hadn’t meant to get anybody in trouble over wanting a job “Have a cup of tea, you look completely exhausted…”

“I am…” Aiba said trying not to let his cheeks flush to much or groan as he tried to sit on the wooden kitchen chair, pain shot through his lower half but his managed to stifle the noises he wanted to let out. Three times had to be impressive for a virgin, he thought, his body shaking as he remembered the way the professors had covered him, their skin rubbing together.

“So did you get a job?” Toma asked as he poured boiling water into two cups, sounding calmer now as he brought Aiba back into the kitchen with a jolt

“… Huh, y-eah…” He nodded playing with the pretty pink and white flowered table cloth.

“Doing what?”

“Assistant to a professor at light university” Aiba answered slowly not surprised when Toma almost dropped the cup he was holding,

“Seriously?!” He screeched and Aiba could understand that, even the idea of him going to university was about as possible as him becoming a bird man flying (not that he hadn’t tried to fly when he was younger, using two pieces of cardboard and his aunt’s feather boa ) “You… An assistant? How the hell did that happen?”

“He’s a friend of my drama teachers” He shrugged, trying to make it as innocent and as casual as possible. “He heard about what happened with my aunty and he wanted to help…”

“I… See…” Toma sat across from him staring into his eyes, Aiba guessed that he was trying to read his emotions so he kept his face and eyes as emotionless as possible as he sipped the green tea, using its soft fragrance to lift his tired spirit. He flicked a look at the clock seeing that it was 12pm he still had 4 and a half hours before he had to be at work and he was hoping that he could get some sleep before he did. “This is all great and everything but where did you get the new clothes from?”

“Eh? Um... My teacher…” He said shrugging at least that was the truth.

“So you spent the night with your teacher?”

“In his house yes” Again it was another honest answer and he hoped tha Toma wouldn’t press it. Toma pressed his lips together in a small thin line but thankfully he, as Aiba wished, didn’t press anything.

“So what do you have to do for your job?”

“I don’t know… He just said I would fetching stuff for him and making him drinks… I’ll mostly work the weekends so I can work around school…”

“Sounds like a good job… I hope it will be okay… When do you start?”

“This afternoon at 4:30…” Aiba answered promptly his eyes going to the clock again counting down the time until he could see Sakurai. Even though he was excited about seeing the professor again he couldn’t stop the tired yawn from starting as he rubbed his eyes.

“Before then though you should get some sleep” Toma mumbled taking their now empty cups and dumping them in the sink while Aiba nodded getting slowly to his feet “I’ll wake you up in about an hour and a half…”

“Thanks Toma” the tired student mumbled heading out of the kitchen and up the stairs into the bedroom that he shared with Toma and his younger brother. His bed was just a cheap mattress on the floor but it was comfortable and he knew he was lucky that they had taken him in. He flopped on the mattress hugging his pillow and giggling to himself his body trembling as he allowed himself to remember the touches of Sakurai’s hands and mouth all over his body. His flickered closed and he was soon lost in dreams of his memories.

As promised Toma woke him an hour and a half later, giving him plenty of time to have something to eat and then head to the university. His stomach was in knots by the time he arrived. A few of the university students looked at him in surprise and Aiba suddenly wished he was a few years older so he didn’t look so out of place.

The university was a very modern building with smooth lines and clear polished surfaces it would have looked cold and hospital like except there was a cherry tree growing in the centre of the reception. He wasn’t sure what he was meant to or where he was meant to go, he had thought that Sakurai was going to meet him. Taking a deep breath Aiba was about to ask the receptionist when a sleepy voice suddenly asked

“Are you Aiba-kun?”  Aiba’s heart jumped in his chest and he turned quickly to find somebody looking at him from a sky blue fabric and clear plastic chair with a smile on a paint splattered face. “I’m Ohno Satoshi…Professor Sakurai asked if I would show to his office because he had to go to an unexpected meeting…”

“Oh… Um… I’m Aiba Masaki…” Aiba stammered bowing quickly

“Nice to meet you” Ohno said his smile widening as he got to his feet “This way…”

He was lead in silence through the building past what must be lecture halls. The further they went the less modern the place became and it was less polished glass and more warm rich woods. The teenager decided that he liked this part more it felt warmer and safer. Ohno finally stopped against a wooden door with a brass name plate that stated proudly ‘Pro. Sakurai Sho… Archaeology Dept.’ The quiet older man knocked on the door and then pushed it open motioning him inside.

Aiba stepped into the office surprised to find himself surrounded by lots of broken pots and old yellow bones. His eyes widen unable to believe what he was seeing and Ohno gave him a soft laugh

“It always takes me by surprise too… Sho will be here soon, so make yourself comfortable, I would stay with you but I have a meeting of my own to get too…”

“Ah… O-kay” Aiba nodded nervously glancing at a skull that was resting on the desk. With another sleepy smile Ohno left closing the door and leaving him alone with the creepy collection once he had calmed down though he became amazed by what he was seeing and after taking a quick look around he inched closer to the glass case to take a better look. The bones and pots didn’t seem to be in any particular order but even Aiba could tell that they were very old. He bent over a little more so his nose was pressed against the glass looking at the tiny painted pictures on them yelping in surprise when hot hands came up under his t-shirt stroking at his stomach and chest. Aiba shivered when he felt a groin rubbing up against his ass and he was surprised to feel that he was already hardening.

“Good afternoon, sexy” Sakurai said against his ear before running his tongue up and around the shell probing at his piercing before biting gently at the lobe before letting him go and turning him around. Aiba found himself staring into Sakurai’s attractive smiling face and his cheeks flushed hotly, his eyes falling away but it wasn’t long before Sakurai captured his lips his hands going around him as he was pressed up against the glass case. “I’ve missed you…”

“It’s… Only been a few hours…”

“Hmm… I know…” Sakurai said playing about with the waist line of his jeans popping open the button and sliding down the zipper, “Let me show you how much I missed you…”

TBC

A/N: No porn! Hehe… Back in the next one though ;-)
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