Tanaka Juri had his night laid out for him.
It was Tuesday, and his semi-regular met him at the ramen shop, clearly overdressed for a bowl of ramen but Juri wasn’t complaining – he much enjoyed the view.
When they sat side by side, he asked her about her day and she would tell him about the small episodes at her office job. That was what she liked about him, Tanaka Juri was always a good listener, and after being at the center of attention for most of his day, he just wanted to listen instead of talk.
And when he was done listening, the night always ended the same way they both knew it would. This was an arrangement that worked for the both of them, and whether she was into idols or not, she never asked about his work. Dinner, sex, cuddles, then she’d be dressed and out the door before he usually even logged on for his first round of games.
But as soon as they got back that night, Juri had been interrupted by a work call.
12:00 a.m.
Luckily Tanaka Juri was used to working with delays, and they worked with what they had. When all was done, she laid in his arms, scarcely clad telling him what she wanted him to do to her next time. And even though Tanaka Juri seemed perpetually tired, the efforts he made to please her were not diminished by that. He kissed her on the forehead after complimenting how good her mouth was.
It had been a particularly long day and while she respected their rules, her eyelids grew heavy and she wondered if he’d let her sleep over for the night. At least a little nap.
“Juri?”
“Hm?”
Her voice purred, while she stroked his chest with her fingertips, “Is it okay if I sleep a little?”
By principle he was against it, but he knew it was his fault they were late.
“Please? It’s your fault you made me work so hard tonight.” She said
Even though he was wary that this could lead to more like the incident with the other girl around debut, he allowed it, out of principle, since he was the cause of delay.
“Okay, but just this one time.”
He intended to stay right as he was, until she woke up and left.
But her intentions were swiftly overruled and cut short from one single text message Juri received only a few minutes later.
“Hey.” Juri gently nudged while retracting from her cuddling against him, “I’m going to have to take back what I said earlier. Do you think you can head out in the next ten minutes?”
“What?” She had barely fallen asleep when Juri woke her up again.
“Ten minutes.”
Juri had gotten out of bed and was pulling his pants up to his waist as she sat on the bed rubbing her eyes, dumb-founded. Surely, he could at least apologize. It was 1am and the man was fully intending to kick her out.
“Excuse me?”
“What?” Juri was looking for the shirt he had been wearing prior to their undressing of one another.
She thought for a minute, before opening her mouth to talk. Maybe it was the crankiness from being woken up, but the words came out differently than she normally would have said to someone she was simply sleeping with.
“What, do you have a girlfriend who’s coming home? It’s 1 in the morning…”
Juri laughed at the ridiculousness of her notion, “I’m confused, I thought we were just having sex–” But then he stopped mid-sentence, as though to re-evaluate everything.
“Let me give you some cab fare.” He started again.
By this point, she had gotten dressed since it seemed adamant that Tanaka Juri was sending her out.
She gathered her bag, pulling back on the tiny dress she had on earlier in the night and Juri walked her to the door. He kissed her goodbye, and she had seemed coaxed by his softened attitude towards the matter.
She parted from the kiss and Juri smiled, “Do me a favor. Lose my number, will you? Good night.”
The woman’s face darkened and feeling embarrassed she stomped away, only to double back around to snatch the cab fare out of his hand, her eyes indicating that she had half a mind to slap him across the face, but knew better than to cause a scene in an upscale apartment building.
Juri sighed. Back to the drawing board, he was back to the sexless life until a better woman came along.
He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, digging his phone out of his pocket and checked to see how long ago it was that he received the text.
Are you up? I need a place to crash!
Be there in 15 minutes.
Love you 🫶🏻
-Jesse
After his date stormed off, he shuffled back to his bedroom and climbed into bed. Before long, the door clicked open. Jesse had helped himself to the door code and then unlocked the door with the spare key he wrestled out of Juri last year when he moved in.
He insisted that if Juri died in his apartment, someone should know and he should be the someone. Juri eventually gave up arguing and just took his own key to make a copy for his mother, who stopped by from time to time to cook for him. Juri never really stopped to think how his mother and Jesse were on equal footing in his heart, but even if that was the case it wouldn’t be terribly shocking.
“Juri?” Jesse called out to the dark hallway as he removed his shoe, neatly lining it next to Juri’s other white sneakers and shuffled down the hall, wandering into the kitchen.
Juri’s head popped from under his cover upon hearing Jesse’s voice. Cover still wrapped around his head, he tried to wipe a smile off his face.
He rolled around in bed some more until he heard a ruckus outside. When he poked his head into the kitchen, he found Jesse sitting at his kitchen table in the dark, a cold can of Red Bull pressed against his face. His eyes were shut, and Juri took the liberty to stare at him longer because of that.
The air conditioning kicked in and Juri felt a chill down his spine, and maybe it was his rattling that finally made Jesse notice his presence.
Jesse opened one eye, the other one squinting even in the dark, and he found Juri standing in the corner, draped in a long white tee and gray sweatpants, toes curled barefooted on the cold wood floor.
“Why are you standing all the way over there?” He finally asked, holding back a chuckle even though Juri wasn’t sure what was funny, especially when he was the strange man sitting in someone’s kitchen in the dark.
Juri finally tiptoed over and pulled out a chair across from Jesse. He folded his arms out in front of himself on the tabletop and yawned, “I thought you came here to sleep.”
Jesse moved the can to the other side of his neck, “I need to sober up first.”
“By pressing a can of Red Bull on your face?”
“It’s cold. And I’m hot.”
Juri sighed and laid down on his arms, “Don’t stay out so late. And don’t go drinking so often.” His words became muffled as he covered his face in his arms.
“I don’t want to hear it from the person with only Red Bulls in their fridge.”
Juri pouted but Jesse couldn’t see in the dark and neither wanted to get up to turn the lights on.
“You know Juri?” Jesse started, his eyes shut again but he’s finally warmed up the can that it was no longer cooling.
“Hmm?”
“The topic of marriage came up tonight.” He set the can down on the table. Jesse was always so sudden. Abruptly bringing up any topic in the world. But Juri was used to it.
“I’m not marrying you.” Juri immediately shot back, his tone flat and firm, “Where are you going with this?”
“I—wait, why not?” Jesse got caught up in Juri’s response, sounding offended.
Juri opened his eyes, immediately regretting his quick response upon second thought. Actually, Jesse would be quite the ideal marriage partner. He was reliable, loyal, and Juri of all people knew Jesse wasn’t half bad in bed. But most of all, Juri was a creature of habit. He was used to Jesse.
Jesse took Juri’s silence as cue to continue talking.
“Have you ever thought about marriage?”
Juri pondered Jesse’s question seriously despite seeming entirely uninterested in the topic. And in the sudden silence, Jesse dozed off for a minute.
“What is marriage anyways?” Juri finally said, after contemplating a whole slew of answers.
His final answer was another question and he heard Jesse’s grunt at Juri’s sudden answer. His brain hurt enough as is, and Juri had to talk in riddles.
Jesse scrubbed his face with one hand and attempted to answer, “If I love someone, and always want to be with someone, and I can’t imagine life without them, I think that is love worth marrying for. Marriage is a promise to commitment and responsibility.”
Juri sneezed. As if he was truly allergic to those words.
Jesse reached over to the couch, his long arm grabbed a throw blanket and he tossed it to Juri across the table.
“You sound like you want to marry someone.” Juri wrapped the blanket around his thin shoulders.
“I’ve always wanted to.”
“I don’t get the appeal.”
“Why not?” Jesse grew intrigued and he scooted his chair to the other end, until he was around the table corner from Juri.
Juri finally turned his head towards Jesse, still resting against his head on his arm. And he looked at Jesse, whose curious expression was much clearer after he had moved closer.
He stared in silence for what felt like ages, and even though he was exhausted, looking at Jesse was never tiring. He’d never tire of looking at the man he called his hero. Even when Jesse had his glasses propped up pulling his hair back like a headband, and his face and neck were still flush pink from alcohol, Juri imagined Jesse’s skin was cool to the touch now. He wasn’t the one drunk, yet he had one thought relentlessly running in his mind about the man he could never say no to.
“Fine then.” Juri said, his words sticking to each other.
“Maybe I just marry you.”
Jesse lagged for one moment at Juri’s genuine tone before growing shy and his defense mechanism engaged, breaking out in laughter, “Nope. You missed your shot.” He wagged his finger in front of Juri playfully, but Juri only smiled and buried his face in his arms again.
Would Jesse have agreed if he seriously asked him to be with him forever?
“Come on, I was wr—ong.” He begged jokingly, “I’ve got no one but you.”
“Fifty bucks says you had a woman over already tonight.” Jesse said confidently.
“See, you know me so well already!” Juri played along, “ I already spend most of my waking hours with you.”
“Marry me, eh?” Juri tried again. At a strange twist of events, Juri had proposed for the first time in his life.
“My Jesse is the best.” He dragged on the last note, and his tone was sickeningly sweet. It shouldn’t work, but Jesse was always weak to Juri calling him “his Jesse”.
“Why am I your Jesse…” Jesse murmured under his breath, but secretly enjoyed the moment as he slid closer to Juri’s side of the table until he was right beside him. He may not marry Juri, but Jesse could think of one thing Juri couldn’t turn down. Not from him.
When he turned his head, he felt his heart drop at Jesse suddenly being way closer than he remembered. Jesse mirrored Juri, laying on the tabletop the same way he was, resting on his arms, his eyes softly trained on him.
Jesse was studying Juri, challenging his resolve. After playing hard to get Jesse turned onto something else. And in the dark, Juri looked more vulnerable to him than ever.
“So you want me huh?” Jesse’s voice was low, intriguing, and Juri could have sworn he heard the sentence punctuated by a tease.
Juri swallowed, realizing this has to be one of Jesse’s moves to get chicks. And by God, it works.
Juri tried to maintain eye contact, but he couldn't and stumbled backwards out of his seat, blanket sliding to the floor as he walked to the kitchen as an excuse and retrieved a glass of water.
Juri set the water down in front of Jesse, who looked up at him in a way that made him feel weird. Weird in the way that he didn’t know if he liked it. Or maybe he liked it too much. It was the time of the night, it was a dejavu of the past. Jesse’s gaze was what he’d call puppy eyes, but it was intimidating him.
When he tried to escape, Jesse easily grabbed his wrist.
“Where are you going?” His voice was quiet but he was up to no good. Juri’s stomach fluttered.
“What the fuck, Jesse…” Juri tried to sound threatening. It only came out half as he intended, like he was waiting to bend to the will of Jesse’s intentions.
Jesse stood up, pulled Juri towards himself and he easily fell into his arms. He hugged Juri from behind, and there was absolutely nothing Juri could do to help himself. Jesse outwrestles Juri any day.
“Don’t you want to know?” Jesse finally said, his voice a loud whisper. He leaned down and kissed the nape of Juri’s neck, and his knees nearly buckled at his tease. Juri lost the capacity to think, not that he had any idea what Jesse was talking about even if he could think straight.
“I—Jes…”
He was interrupted by a second kiss on his ear, still a tease but a wetter, sloppier tease. Jesse’s hand lingered around Juri’s waistband.
“You were saying?”
Juri closed his eyes and tried to even his breathing, which was embarrassing enough but a third kiss let a soft moan escape his lips.
“I wanted to tell you that I learned a few things.” Jesse breathed next to Juri’s ear.
Tanaka Juri’s final act of resistance fell short when his hand tried to pull Jesse’s hand on his waistband off. To which Jesse took both of Juri’s hands and cuffed them behind his back with his other hand.
Jesse slowly rotated Juri until his stomach was pressed against the edge of the table. He removed his own hand from Juri’s waistband, pressed it against the back of his own neck, and after he warmed it up, Jesse finally slid past the band. The tease was horrible, because it worked way too well and Juri hadn’t expected to get laid twice in one night but something told him Jesse was about to humble his ass.
They were gentle strokes, his hands touching the balls and then working all the way up, pressure in the places that made Juri gasp out loud, all while Jesse’s hot breath beside his ear danced on his skin. He shouldn’t be this sensitive, not after getting it on once already tonight.
But Juri couldn’t shut off the thought of Jesse. He couldn’t help but remember the first time. And then every time after. But this was not the man he taught at all. This was a man who figured him out, and Juri was both terrified and excited at the thought of Jesse growing into the man Juri always wanted.
Juri’s sweatpants never fit to begin with, and it didn’t take long before he eagerly dropped them to his ankles. Juri wanted to remove them entirely, but as soon as he bent over, Jesse had him on his knees.
He knelt obediently in front of Jesse, his eyes staring up at Jesse while his hand felt the swollen mass through Jesse’s pants. Juri knew to help him— and the people they were before — Juri would’ve had Jesse begging for it. Yet when he met Jesse’s eyes, instead his hand brushed down Juri’s jawline and he lightly lifted his chin.
“Do you want to?”
Juri nodded.
“Okay. Good.”
The power in his question made Juri crave Jesse more than ever, and he had nearly forgotten how impressive Jesse’s cock was until it was deep down his throat even with a hand on his shaft. Juri would feel himself validated, turned on further, every time he got a grunt out of Jesse. He didn’t remember ever having to work this hard before, but damn if this wasn’t all doing it for him as Jesse lightly gripped his hair, to give his head the push he probably deserved.
Jesse hadn’t intended to finish in his mouth, but he also knew how to make Juri beg for it. He pulled Juri back with the grip he had on his hair, and when Juri looked up at him with teary eyes, Jesse smirked, before getting him up and practically thrown onto the kitchen table, knocking the can of warm Red Bull onto the floor. Jesse thought about laying down the blanket first so the glass top wasn’t so cold, but he got swept up in the moment, pulling off his t-shirt in one swift motion. Even in the dark, Juri could see the full view of his figure. The muscles finely carved into perfectly shaped concavities against the scarce moonlight in the room, and while it was nothing he hadn’t seen, Juri imagined the picturesque man in front of him was possibly the best gate kept secret in the world. There was not a reason he had been fully nude for a magazine and Jesse hadn’t.
Pleased, albeit slightly embarrassed, at how distracted Juri was upon seeing his bare top, Jesse dipped two fingers in the glass of water, but then decided on a better idea as he fed the fingers to Juri, “Wet them up real good, or you’ll regret it.”
Juri was uncharacteristically quiet, obediently doing as Jesse asked. And Jesse began with one finger, then two and just the two fingers had Juri nearly whimpering. Jesse could tell it had been a while since Juri had a man, and deep down he felt immensely possessive of the fact that this body truly only belonged to him — Jesse Lewis.
“Fuck, where did…” Juri could barely get two words out, as Jesse’s finger found his button, hitting it over and over again like a new toy being abused.
He felt the need inside him building, his hand instinctively reaching down to touch himself, only for Jesse to punish him by fingering him harder and rougher, “No.”
Juri felt his back arching from pleasure, and it was building in Jesse the same as he forgot how satisfying it was watching Juri nearly lose control over and over.
Even though Juri had been willing to fuck Jesse from the start, he had been confident that nothing could get him to admit with his own mouth how much he wanted it.
But Juri hadn’t known this Jesse. Pride was off the table. He was on the table, and he was ready to beg for Jesse.
“Jes…Jes…” He panted, “Please.”
Only then did Jesse stop.
“Fuck me.” Juri could only say these words out loud in the dark, after he had gotten desperate enough from Jesse’s touch.
He needed something more, something worth regretting the next morning, "Fill me up."
Jesse didn’t miss a beat, and with Juri’s thin legs resting on his shoulders, he entered halfway then altogether, and Juri should have been careful what he wished for. He could already feel himself too sore to walk the next day.
He started gently at first, before working his way into a faster pace. Juri had been on his back on the tabletop, his palms pressed against the glass with nothing to dig his fingers into, as his mouth gasped Jesse’s name over and over. The sheer size made him let out a loud moan, followed by the other man’s name again.
Jes.
It rolled off his tongue in-between every pant, and Juri had trained Jesse to listen. While all of his friends called him Jes, nothing drove him insane the way it does now. Because it was never Jesse during sex. It was always just Jes. And every Jes made him one step closer to cumming. Jesse let out a low gasp, his mouth hung open and jaw protruding, eyes darkened with lust. He feared shattering the glass if he pounded harder, so without another thought he scooped up Juri, who was taken by surprise but latched on. When Jesse seated him onto the couch, Juri immediately tried to pick up where they left off. He kissed Jesse’s bare chest, and then he nearly climbed onto Jesse’s dick, but Jesse had no intentions of giving him control. Juri was sneaky like that, but he underestimated Jesse again.
“Not like this.” Jesse’s minimal commands were different from the usual Jesse. Or maybe it was the usual Jesse. He was never talkative by nature. But this Jesse gave Juri the urge to submit, and he would let Jesse treat him like a rag.
Jesse pushed him onto the couch, pinning him down, kissing him until he was a moaning mess, and then flipping him so he was on his stomach. Now there was nothing between Jesse and fucking Juri into oblivion. He found the position that gave him the best grip—one arm wrapped around Juri’s tiny waist like a seatbelt, pounding him until the very last scream of his name and white liquid dripped out of a Tanaka Juri who sprawled onto the leather, catching his breath while covered in sweat and cum.
Jesse wondered if he had done too much, and overdid his assertiveness as he left Juri like that to clean himself up. Maybe he was too eager. But maybe seeing Juri in that light brought it out in him.
After giving him some time to recover his energy and pride, Jesse returned to scoop him up and deliver him to the bathroom because there was no way Tanaka Juri could muster up the energy to find the bathroom after what he did to him.
“You did a good job.” Jesse whispered to Juri while carrying him, and Juri realized that’s exactly what he used to say to Jesse back then. A taste of his own medicine, but frankly it wasn’t all bad.
After Juri finally cleaned up, he didn’t forget to ask for what was that for, to which Jesse only shrugged. He wondered the same thing, and maybe he wanted to show Juri the man he had become, by asserting his dominance, marking his territory, and showing Juri what he was capable of now.
But why must there be a reason?
“All for saying I’d marry you?”
Jesse smiled, now sitting on Juri’s couch still topless, “Of course not, silly.”
Juri tossed Jesse a tank top, not that he was complaining about the view of his chest. He didn’t want Jesse to catch a cold.
“That definitely felt like a punishment.”
“I don't know, you seemed to like it.” Jesse retorted.
“Shut up.”
Jesse snuggled closer to Juri on the couch, holding onto his arm, and the switch in persona was quite terrifying if he didn’t know Jesse.
“Aren’t you proud of me?” And suddenly if he had a tail he’d be wagging his figurative tail, pawing for a treat. There was no one else he'd put on such a performance for.
Juri pouted, realizing he had little high ground considering the kind of noises he made earlier. He couldn’t admit to Jesse that what he did was impressive, so instead he throws him a bone and invites him to bed.
“Come on, let’s go to sleep.”
Jesse beamed and followed Juri into the bedroom, nearly skipping in each step. Juri finally couldn’t hold back his laugh seeing Jesse weirdly ecstatic at an invitation to sleep. It was nearing sunrise and they finally made it to bed, Jesse instinctively wrapping Juri in his arms, swallowing his entire body with his embrace.
Juri could’ve sworn he’d never get a dog, but if he couldn’t get Jesse to marry him and nobody else was allowed to stay after sex, a dog may be the only way to keep him warm in his bed at night.
Juri dozed off to the thought of a golden retriever, thoroughly exhausted after one hell of a Tuesday night.