Late Night Encounter

((Author’s Note: This is the chapter I changed the rating to NSFW for. Proceed with caution.))

Life wasn’t always good, but Minato was looking at his boyfriend and decided that it was right now. They were sitting together on a bench outside during the lunchbreak, enjoying the sunshine.

A few weeks ago, this would have felt impossible to him. Not only a relationship in general, but a relationship with a man. It wasn’t like he’d been strictly against it. He had eyes and men could be devastatingly attractive. But that didn’t matter to the fact he had been building a wall around himself both emotionally and physically. People were attractive in general, and his work brought with it a higher degree of those people. He couldn’t be swooning left and right.

And now he had sabotaged himself. Just by pretending, he had slipped up. Just by allowing Shinya close, he had exposed the gaps in his walls and the man had walked right in, all shy smiles and deep devotion. He had cursed Manager Fukuhara for days on end for making him approach Shinya in the first place, because his heart started aching in places it shouldn’t. But then… he had accepted it. This was just how it had happened—fake attention turned to real feelings.

So when Shinya leaned over to snatch a cherry tomato from Minato’s bento, all he did was laugh and wondered how he could be so lucky to find what felt like the beginning of real love in such a place.

“You’ve been quiet,” Shinya said.

“Mhm. Getting used to you sitting next to me.”

“Oh? That should be my line.”

“Thank you for being my fan,” Minato said.

Shinya blushed immediately. It was clearly visible on his fair skin, and Minato loved the way it made him look warmer.

“You don’t know the half of it. I’m still… ah… I’m still convinced you might leave me once you know how much I admire you.”

“Shinya, I know enough to see you’re not blind. If you lose your mind over the idol Minato, that’s just telling me I did my job well.”

Shinya leaned his head on Minato’s shoulder. “It’s difficult to see the difference from a distance, but the longer I spend time with you, the more I can see that the person Minato shines even more than the idol ever could.”

Minato closed his eyes as a rush of emotion threatened to overwhelm him. How could he have ever tried to deceive this man? It didn’t matter now. He was in this for real, no matter how it started. Minato turned his head and bestowed a kiss on the top of Shinya’s head.

“The filming is going faster than anticipated. The weather has been favourable and we’ve gotten almost all of the scenes around the school already.”

Shinya nodded. “The rest of the locations will take around two weeks, if I remember correctly. But I won’t be able to join all of them. I’ve got an event this weekend. Book promotion for the release of the first two episodes.”

Minato put an arm around Shinya and held him close. “Don’t worry. Even when the shoot is over, I’ll still come to see you whenever I can.”

“Mhm. Just don’t come to my place. You’ll be weirded out.”

“Oh?” Minato raised Shinya’s chin and grinned at him. “Do you have posters of my underwear collection or what?”

“Uh….”

“No. Seriously?”

“Uhm….”

Minato put his mouth next to Shinya’s ear. “If you don’t answer me, I’ll imagine all sorts of things that you get up to while lying under my half-naked posters.”

“…”

“Now would be the moment to deny that.”

“…”

“Shinya?”

“I should go.”

Minato stared at him as Shinya ran back into the building.

——

What the hell? What the hell was even happening? What did…

Shinya didn’t stop after entering the building, proceeding to the end of the hallway, where he knew were old staff rooms that the production wasn’t using. He closed the door behind himself and sank to his knees.

“What the fuck? What the actual fuck?”

Nothing. Nothing in the world could’ve prepared him for this. Minato was what the idol world considered the youthful, innocent type. He was all smiles and boyish charm. Nothing about him ever suggested something like this. Even the aforementioned underwear campaign had him in cute pastels rather than forcing a sexy look—even though he was effortlessly sexy to Shinya’s eyes anyway.

He was hard. Again.

Who wouldn’t be if the vision of every single one of his wet dreams whispered this to him? Of course he had touched himself in his room. Shinya wasn’t a saint.

He looked down.

No. He couldn’t. Not here.

Damn you, Arai Minato.

Damn you for doing exactly what I want you to do.

——

Minato didn’t see Shinya all afternoon. He wasn’t exactly worried—rather amused. The man was too cute for his own good. It still surprised him that he thought about Shinya that way, but he didn’t fight it anymore. Even if it ended after the filming was done, he enjoyed it too much in the moment. He worked through his scenes in a really good mood, and as soon as his work day ended he immediately went back to the hotel to knock on Shinya’s door.

“Oh. Hi,” Shinya said when they stood face to face.

A little bit of Minato’s good mood faded when he saw Shinya being nervous and unsure.

“Can I come in?”

“Ah… sure.”

Minato waited until Shinya had closed the door, then faced him with a serious expression.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

“That… Thank you, first of all. And… you didn’t. I thought that maybe I—”

“No. I wouldn’t have made a joke about it if it bothers me. To be frank, that’s just the reality of the job.”

“Ah. Uh.”

“I’m gonna grab a drink now, if you don’t mind.”

“Be my guest.”

It was awkward, to a degree. But the truth of the matter had been spoken. Shinya wasn’t uncomfortable and neither was Minato. They were adults, so that didn’t stand between them, but their backgrounds were still something to hesitate about, especially for Minato.

But that night he had decided to be daring.

He grabbed a can of beer from the hotel fridge and sat down in the armchair near the window, cracking it open. After taking a long sip, he let his legs fall open and looked Shinya directly in the eye.

“Then tell me, what did you do, all alone, under my poster?”

Shinya held onto the chair next to him.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously. I like you. The image of you touching yourself to the thought of me is appealing. Like you.”

“You can’t just say things like that.”

“Can’t I?” Minato took another sip from the can. “Do you really mind?”

“Your face is too… too…”

“Ah, you’re one of those fans. I see.”

Shinya bristled at that, if only a little. “What does that mean?”

“I know the type I’m casted for. Innocent, wide-eyed puppy. Isn’t that right? But I told you the idol is not the person.”

“That’s getting clearer every moment. Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I’ll tell you.”

Shinya grabbed a drink as well and sat down in the chair, which he had positioned opposite the armchair. The burn of the alcohol running down his throat distracted him momentarily.

“I have a picture of you… though it might be more appropriate to call it a painting. I had it printed on canvas. It hangs opposite my bed.”

“Oh?” Minato says and rests his head on one hand. “The underwear shoot?”

“No. It’s older. The shoot was forest themed. You look like a fairy.”

“Ah. That one. An odd choice.”

Shinya shrugged. “I like what I like.”

“Mhm. So do I,” Minato said and let his eyes roam over Shinya’s body.

Shinya feels himself twitching between his legs at his gaze alone. He takes another big gulp of the canned highball to calm his nerves.

“I don’t… I’m not exactly what you’d call an overly sexual person,” Shinya says slowly. “But I do indulge from time to time.”

“In your bed. Right under my eyes.”

“Yes.”

Minato raised his foot and put it in Shinya’s lap. Then he pressed it down. Shinya dropped the drink in his hand and it fizzed out on the wooden floor.

“Should I stop?” Minato asked.

“No.”

——

Shinya wasn’t proud of himself after it’s over, but he couldn’t even bring himself to care. He was panting on the chair, his pants soaked. Minato grinned smugly and emptied his drink.

“How’s it getting off in front of the real thing?”

“Fuck you.”

“Mhm. Later.”

Minato stood up and left the room with a smile on his face.