To Wonder What-If

Warnings: While it does get rather hot and heavy during this scene, neither Miyagi nor Shinobu engage in anything other than frotting and heavy petting. I apologize for my cock blockage.

Hehe, this is actually in response to one of my Junjou Romantica drabbles, Drabble 16; also known as Misaki and Shinobu's Miracle. This is where Misaki and Shinobu meet in a grocery store and Shinobu begs Misaki to teach him how to cook well.

This is an afterword for what happened when Miyagi found out whom Shinobu met earlier that day.

After some debate, I decided that the second reaction, Akihiko's, will be including as a "second chapter". So, no. It will not be a separate story, just two one-shots in one.

Tensions Relieved

"So, Miyagi," Shinobu started, shrugging off his jacket, "I met someone new today."

"Oh?" Miyagi questioned, lifting his head up from the papers he was correctly grading. Some of the things these students wrote made him want to cringe. What did a panda have to do with a toilet?

"Yeah, at the grocery store. I asked him if he could teach me to cook."

Miyagi raised his eyebrows, "And who is he?"

"Takahashi Misaki."

Miyagi thought on the name until he realized why it was so familiar, "He's one of Kamijou's pupils."

Miyagi's eyes followed the teen's lithe form as Shinobu draped his jacket over the arm of another chair. Of course, even though Shinobu always interested him, the man knew that he was just procrastinating.

"Oh, really?" Shinobu sat on Miyagi's desk, carefully maneuvering in order to avoid any objects or papers; any one of them could be important. Then, he squirmed a bit until he was comfortable, leaning down a bit to look down, a few inches, at his older lover.

And as that happened, Miyagi bent over his pile of papers again, trying not to get distracted by Shinobu. This hadn't gone unnoticed by the teen, however.

"Yeah," Miyagi squinted at one of the words on the paper, and sighed, "He rooms with Usami-sensei."

"The novelist?"

"Un, Kamijou's friend."

Shinobu kept silence for a few minutes, watching Miyagi work. This paper, in particular, had numerous red marks, signaling the blatant misuse of basic Japanese.

As time ticked by, the raven-haired man suddenly sat up, stretching his muscles. He rolled his shoulders and turned his neck, trying to relieve the tension that he could feel building up.

The sandy-haired teen jumped down from his perch, placing his hands on his lover's shoulders, kneading them.

Miyagi groaned, tensing. "Shinobu, what're you doing?"

"Massage," he answered simply, "Now, relax."

Despite his initial protest, it didn't take long for the raven-haired man to lean back in his chair, surrendering to the ministrations of his young lover.

Shinobu put his hands to work, not really knowing what he was doing. He improvised with a series of rubs, squeezes, and kneads, making sure he paid attention to the especially stubborn muscles.

And throughout all of this, Miyagi sighed, groaned, and moaned. It turned out that Shinobu had a bit of a natural talent in this particular field, even if it was his first time performing a massage. Miyagi had been subjected to few massages, but this one would've surely topped all of them anyhow.

Soon after, Miyagi was nearly asleep in his chair. Shinobu's massage was working so very well that Miyagi was slumped over a bit, though trying his best to make sure he stayed awake.

Then Shinobu kissed his neck. Little kisses, here and there. It escalated quickly when tongue and teeth came into play. The older man spun around in his chair, putting a hand on the back of Shinobu's head and forcing it down, attacking his lips.

Shinobu straddled the man's lap, fighting for dominance in the kiss. Tongues entangled. When breathing became a necessity, they broke apart, a thin strand of saliva stretching between the two lovers.

Then Shinobu smirked and ground down on Miyagi's hardening cock. Miyagi retaliated, with a sharp curse, by gripping Shinobu's hips and rolling his own upwards, adding a bit of relief to Shinobu's already bulging penis. The teen gasped at the friction, whimpering in pleasure.

Then they started kissing again, tongues inside each other's mouths. Sucking, licking, and tasting.

"Right there," Shinobu moaned, grabbing a hold of the man's shirt, unbuttoning it as quickly as he could.

"Shinobu," Miyagi groaned, placing his hands on the teen's smaller ones, "You know what Kamijou will do if he sees us having sex in here again."

"I don't care," the brunet whined, forcing the buttons and his fingers to cooperate.

Then, someone cleared his throat behind them. They sprang apart as quickly as possible, thinking it was Kamijou. After all, no one should've been here.

However, instead of Kamijou, a tall man with silver hair was leaning against the wall. "Takatsuki-kun, I presume?"

Bemusedly, Shinobu lifted up a single eyebrow, "And you are...?"

"If you ever need Misaki to teach you how to cook, and he hesitates, let him know I am one hundred percent on board with it."

Then, he turned and walked out of the office, door swinging shut behind him.

"Who was that?" Shinobu questioned, still catching his breath.

"Usami Akihiko," Miyagi face-palmed. "He doesn't usually come here at this time, since Kamijou teaches a class."

"He must've forgotten," Shinobu shrugged, turning around and pinning Miyagi back down to the chair. "Now, what were we just doing?"

Miyagi just looked smug in reply, dragging the brunet down to his lap.

Author's Note:

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