Persona 3, Junpei -> Akihiko, getting caught - 1/2
Sequel to This one. Read it first or risk confusion!
It became almost like a game.
Some nights there was Tartarus, and Junpei came back too exhausted and too vaguely worried about staying awake in school the next day to do anything other than sleep. I mean, he wasn't above putting his head down and getting a few winks during some of those interminable lectures, but those were always the days the teacher chose to call on him and he wound up looking like an idiot or asking Minato to give him the answer.
But other nights they weren't so tired, and Junpei pressed his ear to the wall and listened with every bit of his attention, listening for a moan or a little gasp. And either Akihiko had learned to be quieter, or he just wasn't nearly as friendly with his right hand as Junpei was, because he never heard a thing.
Until one night in June, when the dorm was too warm and they were all dreamy and stupid from the heat. Yukari wasn't feeling well again, and even though Mitsuru could fill in now, Minato spent the night at the karaoke bar and headed to bed without a word to anyone. Junpei stumbled upstairs with vague ideas of studying, but wound up lying in sheets moist with sweat, just hoping for a stray breeze to come in through the window and relieve some of the torture.
And that was when he heard it again. That moan that was music to his ears.
He shot up in bed, instantly hard, and strained to listen again. No way, no way man... but there it was, so soft it was like a dream.
A really, really fucking hot dream.
Junpei was out of his bed like a shot and had his hand down his boxers even before he reached the door. He eased it open and tiptoed down the hall - and damned if the door wasn't open again! That cracked door and the band of streetlight spilling into the hall called to him and he went.
I really gotta be fucking dreaming.
He dropped to his knees and pressed his eye to the crack eagerly, searching for a glimpse of Akihiko's head tilted back towards the ceiling - or even better, the glint of light off of the Evoker. His hand was already moving, pulling on a dick hard with anticipation.
But before he could make the shifting shadows and light resolve into what he was looking for, the door was yanked open and he spilled with a yelp into the room. He rolled onto his back, looking up wide-eyed at Akihiko's angry expression and only belatedly realizing that his hand was still in his boxers.
He pulled it out guiltily and wiggled his fingers up at him. "Uh, hi Aki. Man, it's fucking hot tonight, isn't it? I just thought I'd go for a walk and you just happened to open your door just as I passed by--"
"I knew it," Akihiko hissed.
"Um, knew what?"
Akihiko was strong. Really strong. Strong enough to grab Junpei by the arms and haul him to his feet, and then push him hard enough that he stumbled and nearly fell again, catching himself on the mattress of his bed.
"That you were watching me! I thought I heard something that night, and I looked, but I wasn't quick enough to catch you. But I just kept thinking about it, and I figured this time, the pervert would come again," Akihiko snarled.
Coming was kinda what I had in mind, yeah, Junpei's mind babbled as he pushed himself up and turned around.
"Hey, hey listen--"
"Only think I wasn't sure of," Akihiko growled. "Was whether it was you or Minato. I should have known it had to be you - Minato's not a pervert."
"Who're you calling a pervert--"
"Shut up." Akihiko shoved him again and Junpei sat down hard on the bed. Akihiko was on the boxing team, not the wrestling team, but Junpei was more of a sword kinda guy and it wasn't tough for Akihiko to straddle him and pin his hands to the mattress.
"What did you see?" Akihiko hissed from inches away.
"Um. Nothing, really..." Junpei stammered.
"Liar."
"I..." Junpei swallowed. Why was he so pissed? So he caught him jerking off and making out with his Evoker like a long-lost lover. So what? "I just saw you jerking off, Aki. And...and it was hot. Sorry," he gulped.
Akihiko searched his gaze, and Junpei made it as earnest as he could.