Chapter Text
It was awkward with Aoi, he was dressed in a tight fitting t-shirt that was covered in faded skull designs and the collar was lined with sewn in rhinestones. He wore black baggy jeans with a million random buckles, his boxers poking out the top, and his steel toed boots poking out the bottom. A loose fitting coat was slung over his arms, halfway slid down one. Even just his white hair made him stand out, but with the whole ensemble? Junpei was out of his league.
Junpei watched girls, and sometimes men too, eye Aoi as he coolly walked down the street with Junpei in tow. He barely knew how to dress himself and here Aoi was with his nice vintage clothes he thrifted and altered himself. He even painted some band logos onto the chunky, studded, briefcase he carried with him. You could hear him walk, all belts and metal.
Junpei was wearing his usual flannel top pulled over blue jeans. He didn't even brush his hair that morning and he was sure it showed. Fashion truly was put out the back door of his mind and yet here he was, too eyeing his acquaintance who led the way to… where ever.
“Where are we headed, Aoi?”
“Record store.” he answered bluntly.
God, even the way he spoke stood out.
“What're you looking for this time? Your apartment has to be full of CDs at this point.” Junpei lightly smacked the back of Aoi’s arm and sped up a little so they could stand side-by-side.
Aoi just shrugged a shoulder and grabbed the cigarette pack out of his back pocket, “I'd like some more American music.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I lived there for a few years and it's nothing like what we've got here. Heard some Canadian music there too which was cool, not much different from American.”
And he traveled? Junpei was wiped if this was a competition. He even made smoking look cool. “Wow, that's pretty awesome. How'd you do that?”
Aoi raised an eyebrow, “I moved there?”
“Okay, man.” Junpei rolled his eyes and awkwardly took the cigarette to steal a drag. It felt worse when he saw a girl watching in the corner of his eye. “God, it's busy today,” he nervously laughed.
“What's up, man?” Aoi took the cigarette back and stopped his steps to look at him, “you're being weird.”
Junpei was caught, he scratched the back of his neck, “nothin’ just not used to so many people?” Aoi smacked his arm. “Fine, what the hell, you just look so cool. I feel weird.”
“You better not mean-”
“No! I just mean like-” Junpei groaned and fumbled for his words, “people are looking at us.”
“Good,” Aoi laughed and started walking again, flicking cigarette ash. “I didn't know you were shy,” he teased.
“I'm not shy!” Junpei scrunched his brow, “isn't it awkward though? You have to feel self conscious.”
He shrugged, “But I don't.”
“Ugh,” Junpei rolled his eyes.
“I think you'd like the band Barenaked Ladies, they're Canadian.”
“What?” Junpei paused, “Oh, I mean, sure. Is it a band of naked women? I'd like that,” he laughed.
“What? No, that's just what they're called. Cake is pretty good too, similar sound, American.”
“I'm guessing they're not a band of pastries, then?”
Aoi just stared at him, “you're an idiot.”
“Hey! It was a little funny,"Junpei knew his jokes were the worst but he'd like if Aoi at least tried to play along.
Aoi looked at him incredulously, “No, never.” He looked ahead, “we're almost there. See if you can find any of those two, or some Breeders.”
“What the hell are these band names?”
“Our band names are also pretty bad.”
Aoi took the last drag of his cigarette and stubbed it out on the bottom of his shoe like he always did, he put the butt in his pocket until they'd find a trashcan. Aoi was a pretty cleanly guy, at least way more than Junpei.
The record store was a different world from the bustling city, it was an older place, cracking foundation and empty inside except for the cashier. Aoi seemed like he knew where he was going though and Junpei was back to playing puppy dog. He put his hands in his pockets and looked over his shoulder while Aoi thumbed at CDs.
He even wore cologne, a rich, woody, yet floral scent. It smelled like fresh cut oak and lavender, Junpei backed away when he realized how creepy it was to be sniffing his guy friend's hair. “See anything good?” He stood next to him instead.
“They have some Nora Jones, No Doubt, Nine Inch Nails,” Aoi hummed and pocketed the last one, “mostly popular stuff which is good for you,” he whacked Junpei’s stomach to say ‘look for what I told you to.’
Junpei huffed and smacked away his hand, “fine, fine,” he leaned over to look at the rows of plastic cases, “b,b,b,” he mumbled aloud, more to annoy Aoi than anything.
“Oh my god,” Aoi groaned and glared at Junpei in the corner of his eye, he kept flicking through cases and moving down the alphabet.
Junpei groaned, “oookay.” He taped the boxes and flipped out a CD with a crown on it, yellow background, “this it?”
Aoi looked over, “Yeah, that's Cake, Fashion Nugget. You went too far, start with B's.”
“Fashion Nugget?” he mumbled, he set it next to Aoi’s growing pile and started looking at the tail end of A.
“Oh, this is good,” He showed Junpei a case with Stone Temple Pilots written on it, “Sex Type Thing is on this one, we should fuck to that later.”
Junpei coughed and flushed, knocking the cd out of Aoi’s hand, “Dude!”
“What?” Aoi grabbed the CD and added it to his other ones.
Junpei sighed and grabbed another case, “Barenaked ladies, right?” Stunt was written at the bottom of this one.
“Hmm, yes,” he gave a thumbs up and took it from him.
The two kept taping the CDs against each other in silence, Junpei finding another Barenaked Ladies album as well as a Breeders one. Some rock sounding song Junpei couldn't make a word of filtered over the dusty speakers and Aoi pointed up towards the ceiling.
“Veruca Salt, Seether,” he grinned and pulled out the album, American Thighs, “pretty cool, I like her stuff.”
“Girl band?” Junpei listened to the song.
“Yeah, I like the Breeders more, they have a similar sort of sound I'd say.” Aoi motioned for the two to move, grabbing his stack of CDs.
Aoi checked out and exchanged little words with the cashier, he put the CDs into his clunky briefcase. He turned and looked at Junpei, “I need to use the bathroom.”
Junpei raised an eyebrow and was about to retort when Aoi grabbed his hand and pulled him along to the back of the store. He tucked himself behind a shelf and looked to see if anyone was around before kissing Junpei.
“Dude- not-” Junpei was cut off by another kiss, Aoi grabbed the back of his neck.
“You are being so annoying today,” Aoi grumbled and dropped his case to the floor, pressing his back against the wall.
“We can't do this in public,” Junpei whispered sternly and gasped when he felt Aoi’s leg slot in between his.
“Just be quiet, or we can go into the bathroom, it'll have locks.”
“Aoi,” Junpei whined and whipped his head around.
Aoi pressed his leg higher, brushing against Junpei’s crotch, “what do you think?” he whispered.
Junpei bit his lip, “fine, bathroom.”
Aoi grinned and whirled around, grabbing his case and Junpei’s hand, leading him to the unisex bathroom. They both went inside before Aoi locked the door and set his briefcase on the sink. He clicked it open and grabbed his CD player, earbuds and cracked open one of the freshly bought cases. He slotted it into the player, plugged in the ear buds, putting one side into his ear and reaching over to put the other into Junpei’s. He pressed play.
“What's this?” Junpei tucked his hair behind his ear to reposition the bud.
“Nine Inch Nails,” He grinned and pushed Junpei's back against the counter, he kissed him and got back to work grinding his knee in between his legs.
Junpei flushed and reached an arm behind his back, holding the sink, and slung the other arm around Aoi’s waist. “It sounds weird.”
“It’s popular to play in clubs back in America, I sucked a guy off to them, he only lasted the song,” Aoi mumbled, “so boring.”
Junpei could feel the blood rising in his stomach, flush rising on his neck, he really was so far behind Aoi. “How many guys have you been with?” he pulled back slightly, embarrassed.
“Don’t remember, doesn’t matter.” He leaned back into the kiss.
“I’ve really only been with you,” he nervously laughed.
“I don't care,” Aoi sighed and turned his head, “stop being insecure.”
Junpei nodded and kissed him again, moving his hand down to palm Aoi. “Better?”
“Good,” he could feel Aoi’s grin.
The air got heavier as they grinded against each other, breath mingling and spit swapping, Aoi took the lead. He put one hand behind Junpei’s head on the mirror, using his other hand to unbuckle Junpei’s belt. He panted as Aoi ran his fingers against his hardening dick. Junpei less confidently unbuckled the other and slipped his hand past his jeans to do the same. His fingers weren’t as experienced, he himself making more embarrassing noises, he reached to fondle Aoi’s balls before getting his hand smacked away.
“Just let me do it,” Aoi groaned and pulled away, he pulled his pants and boxers low enough to get his dick out and stroked himself until he was hard. Junpei just watched with a blush high on his cheeks, he swallowed dryly and hesitantly played with his tip. At least he was bigger than Aoi, but his cock was cuter, all flushed and pink, you could see the blood flow in his pale skin.
Aoi sighed softly and Junpei heard a little moan pass his lips, he felt like his stomach was in knots watching Aoi play with himself. His hand dipped past his waist band to stroke himself in time with Aoi.
“Heh,” Aoi looked at Junpei and chuckled, he pressed their legs together and grabbed Junpei’s dick. “Have you done this before?” He held their cocks in one hand and rubbed them together, his head rubbed against Junpei’s.
Junpei just shook his head and watched Aoi’s hand do all the work, “F-fuck,” he mummbled and shut his eyes, softly groaning.
“We have to stay sorta quiet, ‘kay?”
Junpei nodded and bit his lip, breathing hard through his nose. The music in one ear was loud, synth based and heavy, it felt like it matched his heart beat. “W-what are the lyrics?” he mumbled, English lost on him.
Aoi huffed a laugh, “This is Closer, it’s all about rough sex pretty much,” he whispered a vague translation in Junpei’s ear and moved his hand a little faster.
“O-oh, huh,” Junpei blushed and knocked his forehead against Aoi’s shoulder.
Aoi nodded and bit Junpei’s neck, pulling before kissing it and sucking the skin. It’d be a visible spot but Junpei couldn’t care, he softly moaned and put his free hand to Aoi’s waist, digging his fingers into his soft skin. He used his nails because he knew Aoi liked it.
Aoi made a mess on his throat, sucking and nibbling to his Adam’s apple, forcing his head upright. He pushed Junpei back against the mirror and lifted one leg to rest on the counter so could thrust into his hand. “Grab the lube from my case.”
Junpei nodded and reached for the small bottle, flicking it open and felt around for Aoi’s hand. He tried to pour some on their shifting dicks but definitely got some on his pants, he closed it and set it aside. Aoi was able to move faster, panting and mouthing at his bobbing throat.
“This is so hot,” Junpei mumbled and hit his head back against the mirror, squinting his eyes and groaning. Aoi hummed, he could feel it reverberate, he swallowed and moved his hand to Aoi’s hair.
Aoi softly moaned as Junpei pulled on it lightly, “D-dont mess it up too much, I swear.” He adjusted his hand to thumb at Junpei’s tip while jacking.
“A-ah,” Junpei puffed and tried to keep back any more noises, biting his lip harder. His stomach twisted and he could feel his thighs start shaking, “grab- a-a tissue.”
“M-me too,” Aoi mumbled and blindly fumbled for the toilet paper, he creased it over their heads and used that second hand to twist and palm at them. He bit harder on Junpei’s neck, “god.”
Junpei bucked up into his hand and pulled back Aoi’s hair, causing him to rock back and draw blood. He kissed him hard, tasting his own blood, “gross,” he mumbled but Aoi reveled in it, pushing his tongue into his mouth.
Aoi liked mouth stuff all around Junpei realized as he made out with him in that shabby bathroom. Industrial music in his ear, white hair tickling his face, hot breath getting under his collar.
“I'm gonna fuck you later in a different bathroom and press your face against the mirror,” Junpei mummbled, “you'd see yourself and you're stupid fucking hot face then, probably get off to it.” he huffed, not even annoyed. It was more of a challenge than anything, dirty talk.
“Keep on,” Aoi grumbled and kissed the side of his mouth, his hands slowed but Junpei didn't mind.
“It's annoying people look at you, like you're so cool, you're just- ah- an asshole.”
“Yeah?” He picked up his speed again, “you really think that?” Junpei could tell he had that stupid, wolfish, grin on his face without looking at him. It's the tone of voice.
“You've got all this- this foreign music, foreign experience, you sleep around- you know things about this stuff I don't-” Junpei softly moaned and his hips twitched into Aoi’s hand.
“C'mon,” Aoi pumped faster, making eye contact with him.
“But you- still- a-ahh- still fuck me.”
“That's right.” Aoi squinted his eyes.
“I'm better than them, huh?” Junpei panted faster, “You- you-ah. You like me huh? Like my dick? M-my stupid jokes?” He scrunched his eyes shut and moaned a little louder.
Aoi grunted, “you got a-anything else?”
“Yeah, you f-ffucking suck, Aoi.”
He laughed, thrusting into his palm more erratically, “you are h-hilarious, Junpei. You're almost r-right-” he cut off with a moan and buried his face in his shoulder.
“W-what?” Junpei looked down at him.
“You're just another means to an e-end,” he grunted and bit hard into the fabric of his shirt, muffling his gasps as he came into the tissue. He gave a few more thrusts to finish off Junpei and then quietly pulled away.
His face was red, lips swollen and glazed, his eyes looked hazy. His clothes were crumpled from the movement and the front of his shirt was sweaty. Junpei caught his breath and looked him over.
“Good?” he mumbled, Junpei plucked out the ear bud and placed it on the countertop.
Aoi nodded and turned his back to him so he could lean against the counter as well, “how was it?”
“I think I'm gonna throw up, w-we should definitely leave.” Junpei nervously laughed and wiped off any excess cum on his clothing to not much success. He tucked his dick back into his waistband, buckled his jeans and stopped when Aoi didn't do the same.
“I really wanna fuck you right now,” Aoi groaned and rolled his head to the side, “don't forget what you said, ‘kay?” He finally did the same and cleaned up the rest of their mess, shoving his CD player back into his briefcase.