"Grasping" (Persona 3: Shinjiro/Junpei)

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Title- Grasping
Author- fireun
rating- PG13
Prompt- Persona 3, Shinjiro/Junpei: Sex against a wall - Where do we go from here? A/N- prompt was for the 3rd. sorry it's late. there was an incident involving my hand and a large knife that is making writing interesting.

It had been nothing more than a look, a glance cast sideways. What Shinjiro had seen in it, what he had interpreted, Junpei would never be brave enough to ask. Not all the affected bravado in the world could bolster him against what could be implied in Shinjiro’s assertive move forward.

Shinjiro smelled dark and wet, like his coat carried the secret places of the city with him; the smoke and muck of the back alleys and the musk and perfume of every high strung club. He was the weight of desperation and desolation pushing Junpei up against the cold, rough wall, and somehow it seemed right.

Their world was too clean, with their swanky dorm and classy technology. Shinjiro was a ghost of reality come knocking, abrasive and abrupt and unapologetic.

Junpei needed that, wanted his insecurities thrown in his face by something solid, if not stable. He could fight his demons now, face pressed against Shinjiro’s shoulder, pants around his ankles. He could breathe in the darker parts of the world as he gasped and tried so very hard not to whimper.

His pants settled in a bit of rainwater and dirt, the same mess that was currently soaking through his shoes as Shinjiro backed away, releasing Junpei to sag against the wall. Shinjiro’s face was almost reflected in the murky mirror of the puddle, but Junpei closed his eyes and concentrated on breathing.

He didn’t want to answer the question that would be hanging from the quirk of Shinjiro’s eyebrow.

He didn’t know that he had found it yet.