Title: White World
Pairing: Sakumoto
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2392
Notes: For namtann, who asked for Sakumoto, fluff and smut, and the words 'snow', 'proposal', and 'warmth'. I think I got all of that. I certainly hope I did!



The city was slowly being blanketed in white. Sho perched on the window sill, right leg drawn up to his bare chest and right arm wrapped around it. The left leg hung down; his pajama bottoms brushed the sole of his foot gently as it swayed idly. Sho liked to watch the skies when it snowed. The city would be quiet today. Nobody liked to go out when it was snowing; only once all the white flakes had settled and could be swept away by street cleaners would they start appearing.

“Sho?”

Jun’s reflection appeared in the glass; the younger man stood wrapped in a sheet and leaning on the door frame. Sho turned around and smiled, holding out his left hand in invitation. Jun glided across the floor, more because he was being careful not to trip on the sheet than any particular grace born of being awake at six in the morning. When Jun’s hand was in his own, Sho tugged the younger man closer.

“Sorry. Did I wake you?”

Jun shook his head. “Not really. Took me a while to notice you weren’t there.”

“That memorable, am I?” Sho asked, teasingly.

There was a brief moment where Jun looked down, almost embarrassed. Sho grinned. He swivelled on the sill, dropping his right leg to the floor and standing in one motion. The momentum brought him much closer to Jun than he’d intended, to the point where they were bumping chests. Jun looked up, startled.

“Know what we should do?” Sho asked idly, catching the younger man around the waist.

Jun shook his head.

“Go out.”

“Out? Like outside out?”

“Yeah,” Sho tilted his head into Jun’s, breathing in Jun’s shampoo. “Outside out. What? No good?”

“There’s snow outside.”

Sho hummed his agreement.

“There’s cold outside.”

“Yep. Usually is, when it snows.”

Jun hit Sho’s shoulder lightly, wiggling free of the older man’s arms. The sheet slipped slowly from his shoulders, bunching around his waist. Sho slipped his fingers up Jun’s neck, lightly tickling the spots just above his jaw and just below his ears. Jun’s eyes rolled back in his head.

“Not. Fair.” he choked.

Sho scritched the spots. Jun’s whole body shuddered.

“Okay, okay!” the younger man said desperately. Sho released Jun’s face and Jun tried to summon a scowl. “I’m going to get you later.”

Sho grinned brightly at him. “I’m sure you will.” He turned Jun around and started pushing him in the direction of Jun’s own room – which Jun thought he really should protest, but it was hard to do that in the face of an excited Sho. “Go on. Get dressed; let’s go!”

“Ugh,” Jun grumbled half-heartedly, “Why are you so cheerful?”

“Why aren’t you?” Sho rejoined, slipping out of his pajama bottoms.

Sadly, Jun discovered, there were boxers beneath them. He sighed and turned to his own clothes, letting the sheet drop from his naked body. He took his time sliding into his boxers and pants, and took more time finding a suitable shirt and sweater for a pointless journey into wet snow and cold temperatures. Then there was the matter of socks.

Sho was, predictably, standing impatiently and ready to go by the time Jun decided he was finished dressing. The younger man just smiled sweetly at him, designed to tease Sho and make the older man more impatient. Sho didn’t disappoint Jun, fairly vibrating with the desire to go out.

“What – are you going to go barefoot?” Jun asked, nodding towards Sho’s still bare feet.

The older man looked down and blinked. A quick scan of the floor proffered his socks, which he snatched up and slipped in to, hopping back and forth to keep himself upright. Jun snickered at him, safely on the sidelines of the circus. When Sho was finally in his socks, he stood triumphantly and tried to shoo Jun out of the door once more. The younger man allowed himself to be moved, grabbing his coat and slipping into it with much grumbling.

“Oh, don’t be such a spoilsport. It’s not that cold, and the snow will eventually melt.”

“Yes, into my hair.”

Sho rolled his eyes, but smiled. Jun sighed, but followed Sho into the snow.

The city was indeed quiet, but not because it was lifeless. In fact, judging by the lights coming on in the windows, everyone was just home and cozy in their centrally heated rooms. The wind blew the snow into Jun’s hair and eyes, and he shifted into Sho in an effort to thwart it. Sho laughed softly at him and took hold of his hand.

“Let’s go somewhere.”

“Eh? Where?” Jun asked.

“You’ll see. We’ll go on the train. You can melt.”

“And sit wetly.”

“Please?”

“... You’re paying for the tickets.”

Sho pulled Jun into the JR stop and bought the tickets, a smile on his face that Jun saw only sometimes. It was the smile he made when he was plotting. Jun felt only a little worried – this was Sho after all. He was far less prone to suggesting they go sky diving in snow than, say, Aiba.

Even the JR was deserted but for a few brave salary men heading off to work. Most everyone else was preparing for New Year’s Eve with their families. Sho took advantage of that to sit closer to Jun than he might have otherwise done. Jun didn’t try to push him away, or unlink their hands. Sho’s hand was too pleasant a warmth in his own for him to want it gone.

They were silent as they walked towards Shiba Park. Jun only realized they were heading there when they got off the train at the Shiba Park station; and even then hadn’t looked for the station sign until they were almost out into the streets again.

“Are we going to Momijidani?” he asked.

Sho nodded. Jun accepted it with a shrug. The older man led the way to the gorge, walking slowly and ... not really looking at Jun. The younger man wondered what was going on. Sho was acting a little strangely. A while later, they stopped at one of the artificial waterfalls and stood in silence, watching the water bubble down.

“This is where I’d make a proposal,” Sho said suddenly.

“Eh? What?” Jun asked, blinking rapidly.

“I was thinking about it. If I proposed. I’d want to do it here.”

“A proposal? Like for marriage?” the younger man asked, feeling a little hurt and trying not to let it show. The hurt must have colored his voice, and Sho must have noticed how he pulled his hand away.

But Sho just nodded.

“I’d bring them here, when there weren’t any people. It would have to be very early or very late. I’d like it to be snowing. Then I could just be with them, so if there were other people, they wouldn’t be able to see us very well.”

“That’s nice,” Jun said tightly.

Sho stepped closer and threaded his arm through Jun’s, grabbing the younger man’s hand.

“The problem is, you already wear too many rings.”

“I do not! I only – ” Jun stopped, hardly daring to breathe. “What?”

“You wear too many rings,” Sho repeated. He brought Jun’s hand up in front of their eyes. “I wouldn’t be able to give you a new one.”

Jun blushed bright red. “What are you talking about? Did you just – you can’t – ”

Sho kissed Jun deeply, not giving the younger man time to babble on, or really to think. He swiped his tongue over Jun’s bottom lip. Jun’s lips parted for him, his hand squeezing Sho’s tightly as the older man slid his tongue into Jun’s mouth, languidly exploring familiar territory. Sho broke the kiss slowly, his tongue retreating before he pulled away from Jun completely. Jun followed him, and Sho smiled against the younger man’s lips as he was kissed. He didn’t let Jun kiss him for long.

“What do you think?”

“About what?” Jun asked, only slightly pouty.

“My proposal. Shall I try it on Shukudai-kun?”

“No!” Jun said sharply, blushing even as he continued, “That one’s mine.”

“So it’s good?”

“It’s ... ah ...” the younger man looked away, “It’s good enough.”

Sho tipped his head to the side, a teasing grin making his eyes sparkle. “Is that a yes?”

“ ... Maybe.”

“I’ve got another one.”

“What, proposal?”

Sho hummed and nodded.

Jun sighed. “What is it?”

“Shall we go home?”

The younger man grinned, not a little ferally. “Now that is a good proposal.”

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They were kissing almost before they got through the front door. Neither paused to take off their shoes by the entrance, too busy trying to rid each other of jackets and sweaters and shirts. Sho made a vain attempt at toeing at his shoes, which Jun thwarted by sticking his thigh between Sho’s legs and rubbing firmly. The older man moaned and stumbled backwards, towards Jun’s room instead.

Jun grinned against Sho’s mouth, guiding Sho around walls and to his bed. He stopped Sho before they fell onto the bed, stripping the older man of his t-shirt and opening his fly. Sho, with a slightly pained noise, kicked his shoes to one side of Jun’s room. He shucked his pants and boxers without being asked to, giving Jun time to get out of his own shoes and clothes.

Then Sho was scrambling backwards up the bed, propped up on his elbows, and Jun slid over him languidly, keeping his body relaxed and his pace slow. Sho could deny it all he wanted to, but he liked the wait almost as much as he liked sex. He liked to be teased, he got high on the anticipation, and Jun loved to see him lose that control.

Jun took his time tracing his hand idly up the lines of Sho’s torso, watching the older man’s so-called air-muscles shiver and jump under his finger tips. He smiled gently down at Sho – that smile he knew barely showed, but always made Sho’s eyes go strangely soft, and Sho’s eyes being soft made Jun feel strangely warm. It was a good trade off.

Sho’s breathing was speeding up slowly but surely as Jun’s hand moved down and ever closer to Sho’s hardening erection. Jun pretended not to notice, leaning down to kiss the path his fingers were taking, listening to each hitched breath Sho choked out. The older man was almost completely hard by the time Jun blew a puff of hot air over the tip of Sho’s erection. Sho moaned, his head falling back. Jun smirked and licked the underside of Sho’s cock with the very tip of his tongue.

“Jun!”

The younger man felt a rush of heat to the pit of his stomach, coiling tightly at the sound of Sho’s gravelly, pleasure-filled voice. Taking pity on the older man, Jun took Sho’s erection into his mouth and hollowed his cheeks. Sho’s moaned and his hand reached down, fingers threading through Jun’s hair and holding the younger man’s head and pulling him up.

Jun moved obligingly with Sho’s hand to Sho’s lips, and planted the silently requested kiss on them. “What is it?”

“Too long. Want you now,” Sho muttered, nipping Jun’s lips.

The younger man smiled and reached for the lube in the bedside table drawer. With practiced motions he’d retrieved the tube and popped the top, and was spreading it on his fingers. A moment later he was pushing those fingers into Sho’s entrance, not overly careful as he stretched the older man.

Sho groaned and hissed in pleasure, hips rocking back to meet Jun’s fingers. He kissed up and down Jun’s neck as the younger man stretched him, nipping at the curve of Jun’s neck and up to Jun’s earlobe, which he lipped at.

“Now,” he breathed.

Jun, shuddering, removed his fingers. He coated his cock hurriedly and then had one of Sho’s legs over his shoulder and the other wrapped around his waist as he pressed into the older man. Sho sighed out in one long exhale and relaxed around Jun until the younger man was pressed in to the balls in him. Jun stopped then, panting and waiting for Sho to adjust. Sho gave Jun five seconds before he squeezed his legs and muscles around the younger man.

“And now,” Sho said, voice slightly cocky, “you move.”

Jun snapped his hips out and back into Sho. The rapper’s eyes rolled back in his head. The next time Jun moved, Sho pushed back to meet his hips. Jun moaned raggedly and shifted, changing the angle on the next few thrusts, and then he hit that spot in Sho that made the older man practically convulse.

“Ah! Jun!”

The younger man thrust back in, aiming for that same spot, grinning as Sho writhed. Then Sho tightened around him and it was Jun’s turn to see stars. His head dropped forward into the crook of Sho’s neck as he moaned. The rhythm he’d established was quickly broken after that, and he thrust in to the older man rapidly and roughly. His hand snaked between them, pumping Sho’s erection, twisting his wrist a little as he did so.

“J – Jun ...” Sho panted.

The younger man brought his mouth to Sho’s, taking Sho’s bottom lip between his teeth and sucking on it. A moment and another twist of his wrist later, Sho clenched tightly around Jun in spasms, groaning into Jun’s mouth and climaxing over Jun’s hand. Jun barely was able to thrust back into Sho before he was gone.

Jun was silent for a while after, listening to Sho control his breathing. “I’d say yes.”

“What?” the older man asked lazily.

Jun could tell Sho was craning to look at him by the way the bed moved and the sheets rustled, but he refused to look up. His face was burning, which meant he was blushing, and that was not something Sho needed to see. His hands played idly over Sho’s stomach.

“If I was proposed to like that. Like you did. I’d say yes. And replace a ring.”

Sho laughed softly and hugged his arms tightly around Jun. “I’m honored; replacing rings must be torture for you.”

Jun smacked Sho’s hip lightly, his face burning more.

Sho pulled his face up and pressed their lips together.

Jun melted a little, as he did every time they were together.