Shinsuke threw his head back with a sigh, closing his eyes and biting his lip as he felt himself growing harder and harder in his too-tight jeans.

"AJ, you're gonna have to stop moving like that," he pleaded through grit teeth, hands clenched at his sides.

The Phenomenal One only smiled, eyes glued on the screen in front of him. "Just give me...like, 10 more minutes," he said absently, fingers mashing the buttons of the oft-abused controller.

AJ had invited Shinsuke over to his house to play...which, of course, meant play video games, just to spite the Japanese superstar.

Seeing Nakamura's face when he turned on the Xbox was well worth the risk of being fucked into the floor later.

Until now, neither man had made a move on the other beyond general flirting (and that one incident of groping in Shinsuke's apartment), so AJ decided to take things up a notch this time.

He had turned on the game with a smile—and while Shinsuke was still voicing his confusion, AJ hopped onto his lap, wiggling his ass as he settle in.

Nakamura's protests had fallen silent as Style's plump backside warmed his thighs.

"AJ...What are you doing?"

"Playing a game, duh."

And so it had gone for the last 15 minutes, AJ shifting and bouncing on Shinsuke's lap, and Shinsuke barely holding himself back from...everything.

But he didn't want to be the first to give in; and neither, obviously, did AJ.

The knew that they wanted each other. It was damn near getting painful. But maybe, just maybe, they had both grown and learned since their last tryst in Japan.

Maybe they were both just a little bit more careful with their hearts.

'Bullshit,' Nakamura thought, his hand coming up seemingly on its own and toying with the ends of Style's long, beautiful hair. 'We're not wiser; we're just...'

AJ hit a particularly hard enemy, and smacked Shinsuke on the side of his leg in frustration.

"Dammit!" he swore, tossing the controller to the side and leaning back into Nakamura's chest.

Shinsuke couldn't suppress a smile as he wrapped his arms around AJ's narrow waist.

"I like this," he admitted quietly, taking in the soft scent of AJ's hair. "I'm glad we're...trying again."

Though Shinsuke couldn't see it, AJ smiled to himself at the words. "Me too." He looked down at Nakamura's gentle hands. Hands that could strike to kill.

"I can't wait until we get back in the ring together..."

Shinsuke laughed. "Yeah...everyone wants it. They say we have...chemistry."

Styles barked out a chuckle. "Well, shit, we'd better after all this." He slid off of Shinsuke's laps, and sat next to the larger man on the couch, facing him. "Speaking of which...we only did it a few times in Japan...Wanna do it now?"

The King of Strong Style's eyes grew wide. "I thought you wanted to just play games?"

"Oh, don't worry your pretty little head. I still am."

Shinsuke laughed at that. "You're a bad man."

"I know."

AJ held out his hand in a fist, and Shinsuke did the same.

"Rock...paper...scissors...shoot!"

Nakamura threw out scissors at the same moment that AJ threw out paper.

"Ha!" Shinsuke jumped out of his seat, fist pumping the air before turning to AJ with a predatory grin. The Phenomenal One paled.

"Take of your clothes," Shinsuke ordered. "And get on your knees."

Style stood slowly, squaring off with Shinsuke, smile returning almost instantly.

"Whatever you say."

As if on a timer, Shinsuke's conscience kicked in. His hard-on softened and he placed a hand on AJ's shoulder.

"Wait, hold on, AJ...I really don't want to rush it this time." He bit his lip. "I mean, I really want to, but I know that we shouldn't. Besides, I have to talk to the others, first."

AJ sighed, smiling softly. "I know. You're right. I should too. It's just...you're really damn tempting."

Nakamura muttered something in Japanese to the effect of a pot calling a kettle black, and Styles threw back his head and laughed before sitting on the couch again to resume his game.

"Why don't you play with me?" he offered, nodding to the as-yet unused controller. "We can pick a fighting game, if you want... Maybe a wrestling fighting game?"

Shinsuke rolled his eyes. "I'd beat you in that, too, you know."

"Oh, really?" AJ raised an eyebrow at the challenge. "Well, why don't you put your money where your mouth is..." He smirked and pretended to pick something up off the floor, hair falling in front of his face.

"Before I put my dick there," he quietly added.

"I heard that, you ass."