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Title<\/b>: Futari no Uta (Our Song) [Junta\/Akito]
\nRating\/Warnings<\/b>: PG-13 for Junta’s wild side.
\nSummary<\/b>: Akito’s favorite song answer gets him a pretty good reward.
\nAN<\/b>: I watched the Jan Shokura’s finally, and the favorite song episode was really good, but my favorite part was indeed Akito picking a B.A.D. song as his favorite in all of JE, even though everybody was plainly supposed to pick senpai songs. I hope he really did get something good from Junta after that. <\/p>\n
Futari no Uta (Our Song)<\/b><\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153All clear!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d the cameraman yelled, and all the Kansai juniors on the stage gave a whoop, immediately letting out all the fidgeting and chatter that they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d been holding inside while the Kansai ni Q segment had been filmed. Other juniors trotted out from where they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d been eavesdropping in the wings, somebody was shouting directions for the rest of the morning\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s practice, and the scrape of chairs being moved drowned out everything important anyhow. <\/p>\n
In the midst of the insanity, Junta leaned over, unnoticed by anyone else, and kissed Akito on the cheek. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What was that for?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Akito asked, cheeks turning pink and reaching up to touch his cheek with a goofy smile. <\/p>\n
Junta shrugged a shoulder. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You picked us.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153For my favorite song?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Akito asked, and Junta nodded. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Of course I did. What else would I pick?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t matter.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Junta stood up and grabbed Akito\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand to pull him up as well. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You picked us. Come with me.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Sure,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Akito said, following Junta off the stage without hesitation. He had no idea what Junta was up to, or where they were actually supposed to be next, but it didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t matter really. So long as Junta was going, Akito would definitely be along for the ride. <\/p>\n
Not that he was terribly shocked when Junta shoved him inside a dressing room and shut the door behind them. Akito flopped on the battered couch inside the small room and grinned even harder when he heard the click of the door locking. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Whose dressing room are we defiling?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Akito asked as Junta took the half a dozen steps to drop into his lap. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Veterans,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Junta answered with a sharp grin, and Akito chuckled even as heat raced through his veins at the appearance of Junta\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s elusive wild side. Junta settled more firmly in Akito\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s lap and wrapped arms around Akito\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s neck as he leaned down for a kiss. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re gonna be late,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Akito murmured in between kisses. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m gonna get blamed.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What are you, the voice of reason?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Junta rolled his hips against Akito\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s, and both of them gave breathless snickers. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll make it up to you, partner.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Akito slid hands into the back pockets of Junta\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s jeans, pulling him closer and wishing they had more time to do this slow. He wanted to stay right where he was and enjoy the feel of Junta warm in his arms, Junta\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth sweet and coaxing over his, Junta\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hands stroking and tugging in his hair. When Junta moved as if to slide down off Akito\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s lap, Akito tightened his grip and held Junta right where he was. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hey,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Junta broke the kiss to tease. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m trying to make it up to you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re doing it fine right there,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Akito said, the smile in Junta\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes making him warm the whole way to his toes. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Kiss me?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re gonna be really, really<\/i> late if I let you have your way,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Junta wrinkled his nose, but Akito gave Junta the puppy eyes and Junta obliged him, just like he always did. And even if they were really, really<\/i> late (which they were) and Akito was wrongly blamed (which he was), and they had to do a punishment game in front of all the other juniors to make up for holding practice up and for defiling the Veterans’ dressing room (which they did), none of that mattered. <\/p>\n
Because really, at heart, Junta would always pick them as his favorite, too.<\/p>\n