KILL JOHNNY

Broken

"Where's Jun?" Nino asked.

"Goddamnit. I bet he's with the sempai again," Sho said, looking around.

"Why?" Nino asked earnestly.

Aiba laughed. "You're better off not knowing. Not looking, not asking."
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Morita was sitting on a high window sill, leg pulled up, listless, as always. Cool, but threateningly sullen. It meant nothing, Jun knew. He got down casually on the floor beneath Morita's feet.

"... The hell are you doing here?" Morita wondered.

"Chillin' with sempai," Jun said.

"What the hell for?"

"Because I admire you."

"Yeah right," Morita said, and snorted.

Jun understood he found the idea preposterous. Morita was one of the talents with JE who just... who was just there. Not terrible popular, not terribly good-looking, and every time he was on a show, he looked as if he would rather be somewhere else. As if he wanted to creep into a hole and die.

His singing was terrible, he could dance really well, but only because he used to practice sixteen hours a day, and the only thing he didn't look terribly awkward doing was playing a side character in a dorama. He never got any serious roles, and looked for all the world as if he could care less. Whatever he did, his heart wasn't in it.

There were a lot of rumors floating around about him, most of them untrue, some of them true, and Jun had developed a knack for figuring out which were bullshit and which were the real thing. The casual affairs with girls were true, the carsex in the middle of Shinjuku with the idol who looked like a chipmunk was true, and that Morita treated his girlfriends like crap was probably true too.

There were darker rumors that went a long way back, since Morita was already twenty-eight. Unsavory rumors rather than dark perhaps. Jun had never suffered from Johnny's criminally charged attentions himself, and he knew why. He was too pretty, too profitable. He wasn't Johnny's type.

Johnny's types, as in victims, were the boys who were only cute while they were little, and especially those from poor, single parent families. Because they had no choice, and if they, young, bright-eyed and still full of hope didn't know that, Johnny and his entourage were quick to inform them.

Morita's band members still joked about how he used to cry all the time when he was younger, but they would never say why.

He no longer cried, but he wasn't exactly a star either. And as long as he kept his mouth shut and otherwise scandal-free, JE would continue to find work for him, and pay him.

But to Jun, he was special. And a challenge, and maybe impossible. Jun wanted to find , and touch, Morita's heart.

"Sempai?"

"What?"

"Can I stay in your room tonight?"

"What for? Some sort of surprise?" Morita asked, staring outside uninterestedly.

"Yes."

Jun knew Morita assumed they'd be invaded by a camera team in the middle of the night, wanting shots of their sleep drunk faces, that it was a set-up. It was none of those things, but it was, for now, the only way to talk him into it.

Jun went to their room first after he had a bath, and the first thing he did when he got there was pull their futons together. The next was getting into his and pretending to be asleep when he heard the sliding door open and Morita come in.

Morita sighed, got into the futon next to Jun's, and put out the light.

"Sempai?"

"What?"

"Are you awake?"

"I want to sleep. Good night."

"Good night," Jun said, allowing Morita to give him the cold shoulder. For now.

He slept too, and didn't wake up until Morita's groaning and swearing made him remember where he was, and that he had a purpose. In the light of the moon, he saw Morita's angry expression. He was mumbling something, but still asleep, dreaming, having a nightmare.

Jun looked him over. Morita had kicked off his futon, and was still moving his legs. His yukata crept up, fell open when he kicked the air, and revealed his erection. Whatever he was dreaming of, he was not just mad, he was also excited.

Jun moved closer, until they were almost touching. Rolling over on his belly, he pulled his own Yukata up to his waist, kicked his futon away, and hugged his pillow.

He closed his eyes, and waited.

As he had hoped, Morita was not done raging in his sleep, and he woke up when he bumped into Jun.

"Matsumoto? Oy, Matsumoto, what are you doing in my futon?" he asked, sleepdrunk.

Jun opened his eyes slowly, and acted disorientated. "Wh--what?"

He opened his eyes just a little, and was aware his mouth was open a little too, and that his hair obscured part of his face.

"You really look like a girl," Morita remarked. "Even without the lights and make-up."

"But I'm not, sempai," Jun whispered, and arched his back more, until Morita looked down.

"But I can help you with that," Jun continued, looking unabashedly at Morita's cock, "and I'm better than any girl."

"Is this part of the surprise?" Morita asked.

Jun laughed. "No. They can't air this. No one's going to come. I lied."

"Why?" Morita asked, sitting up, trying to pull his yukata back to where it belonged.

Jun sat up too, but let the yukata fall off one shoulder. "I wanted time with you alone, like this."

"Too bad. I don't do guys."

"I know."

"You thought you'd try anyway? Little jerk."

"Sempai, I promise I'm better than any girl you've ever been with."

"You've got a lot of nerve."

"Just let me show you."

Morita didn't say anything. Maybe he was waiting, or maybe he was just exasperated. Or maybe he was about to get really angry and would hit Jun next.

But Jun decided to risk it. He stripped the yukata down over his arms until it was bunched up around his waist, and got down on his knees. Then he bent over until his head was in Morita's lap, his butt up, looking terribly lewd and extremely submissive.
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Tbc