[fic] To Quit This Act (14.B/14) ~FINAL~
TITLE: To Quit This Act (14.B/14)
PAIRING: Ohmiya (Ohno SatoshixNinomiya Kazunari)
LENGTH: Multi-chaptered (14 chapters total)
BANDS: Arashi
GENRE: Drama? It's a roller-coaster, folks.
RATING: Hard R / NC-17 for this chapter.
WARNINGS: Language and sexual themes/situations.
SUMMARY: He did the things he did as a joke, and for years that was fine... but turning it into a prank changed everything entirely.
PREVIOUS PARTS: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14.A |
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“OH-CHAN!” He pounded his fist against the hotel room door, not caring if he woke everybody up in the process as long as Ohno heard him. “SATOSHI, OPEN UP!”
Several thumping knocks later, the lock clicked and the door swung open. Ohno was standing there looking alarmed, confused, and a little annoyed, dripping wet and wearing nothing but a towel around his thin waist. Nino gulped, dragging his gaze back up to Ohno’s and steeling himself mentally.
This was what he wanted. This was probably what they both wanted, deep down… So why deprive themselves any longer?...
“Nino, I was in the bath. What’s-“
Before he could continue, Nino grabbed him by his damp upper-arms, feeling his muscles tense beneath his grip, and pushed him into the room. The door swung closed behind them and when Ohno tried to pull away, Nino turned and pressed him up against it. Ohno gasped as his bare back made contact with the door’s wooden surface, his eyes wide and staring as Nino’s close body kept him trapped there.
“I’m sorry…” Nino whispered. The bedside lamp was the only light on, leaving the room in a muted orange glow. “…But I can’t keep this up any longer.”
“Nino… what are you-“
“-It’s not that I don’t want to be friends.” Nino hurried to cut in. “It’s that… this isn’t enough.” His hands settled on Ohno’s waist, half on the damp white towel and half on his smooth skin. Ohno’s breath caught slightly and he shivered, looking down in shock before raising his gaze to meet Nino’s again. He looked so lost, confused, hopeful and afraid. He seemed to want to question what was happening but couldn’t find the words to do so. Nino just watched him for a moment before sliding one hand up Ohno’s stomach, chest, and neck to cup his jaw gently. “Just friendship isn’t enough for me anymore.” He took a half step closer, pressing their bodies flush with each other.
Ohno tensed immediately, making a soft noise of protest and reaching up to catch Nino’s wrist as if only just remembering how to move his limbs. “Wait!” He gasped softly. “…W-why?”
Nino stilled before letting the corners of his lips slide into a slight smile. He stroked Ohno’s cheek with the pad of his thumb, attempting to calm him with the action. “…Because, I must be in love with you.”
Ohno’s mouth fell open slightly and he could do nothing but gape at the younger man, unsure whether to believe what he’d heard or not. His grip on Nino’s wrist slackened and his gaze flickered as though he was searching for the truth or lies in Nino’s anxious stare.
“… Oh-chan…” Nino breathed, leaning a little closer until he could feel Ohno’s short breaths hitting his chin. “… Can I kiss you?”
Ohno’s eyes widened and he inhaled sharply, a soft flush coloring his cheeks. He gave no verbal response so Nino leant in slowly, giving Ohno ample time to shove him away, and kissed him. Ohno did nothing but breathe shallowly while Nino’s lips ghosted across his, dragging and pushing, slowly and gently. Ohno seemed to soften with each gentle touch, one hand sliding up hesitantly to grip Nino’s arm while the one on his wrist slipped into Nino’s hair, angling his head to a more comfortable position. He sighed into the kiss, eyes shut as he began to kiss back.
Nino nipped lightly at his bottom lip, urging him to open so that he could slip his tongue inside. His left hand left Ohno’s hip to stroke up and down his bare side, slowly and softly. His palm and fingers slipped easily over the raised points of muscles and ribs, seeking out every dip and curve and savoring the warmth of Ohno’s body beneath his fingers.
Ohno hummed pleasantly in response, clinging a little tighter and a little closer to Nino’s slim form. He shifted his weight to slip one of his legs between Nino’s, grinding down and gasping in time with the younger man. He began repeating the movement, latching himself first to the corner of Nino’s mouth and then to his jaw and the long column of his neck while Nino bit his lip and closed his eyes to avoid releasing any noises. The room was suddenly growing uncomfortably warm, his pajamas uncomfortably tight, and Ohno to be the most comfortable thing he’d ever had in his arms.
Nino pulled his own shirt off while Ohno’s hand found its way between them and his long fingers began pushing down the waistband of Nino’s pajama pants. Nino balanced himself a little precariously to help push them off with his feet, and Ohno took the moment of distraction to push him away and in the direction of the bed. Nino stumbled, struggling to keep standing as the fabric tangled around his legs and Ohno advanced, shoving him again. Before he knew it he was toppling back onto the mattress and Ohno was over him, towel discarded and using his tight grip on Nino’s arms and weight on his midriff to keep him from moving.
“Oh-chan?” Nino asked slowly, a little disoriented and also made a little nervous by the fiery and solemn way Ohno was staring down at him.
“I’m tired of games. They’re your thing, not mine.”
“This isn’t a game.” Nino said evenly. “I don’t want to play with you, that’s not at all why I’m here.”
Ohno frowned, presumably warring with himself mentally, and Nino waited patiently while he completed his thought process. “… Then, you don’t mind this.”
Nino gasped, almost biting his tongue as Ohno’s slender fingers wrapped around him, pumping him in speeds varying from long and languid to short and fast. Ohno’s mouth was on his again, forcefully this time. He parted Nino’s lips with no hesitation and kissed him deeply, tasting and searching as though he were searching for answers. Arms made temporarily useless by Ohno’s strength, Nino could do nothing but push up helplessly into Ohno’s hand and try to keep up with the kiss as well as his distracted mind would allow him to.
“Who do you think of?” Ohno said as he broke away to nip at Nino’s earlobe. His voice was demanding, low and forceful, but Nino could hear the tremble that said he was still scared. “Is it really me you’re seeing right now?”
“It is!” Nino gasped, arching a little as Ohno’s thumb dragged over the head of his erection. “Only you! I swear, I’m just-“ He hissed in a deep breath, trying to keep himself together however much his body just wanted to give in and unravel. “-a big idiot who doesn’t know what he has until he thinks it’s- Ah!- gone!”
There was a knock on the door, Ohno stilled like he’d been frozen for a moment before releasing Nino, getting carefully to his feet, and walking slowly to the door. He picked his towel up on the way, wrapping it loosely around himself with hands that visibly shook before pulling the door open. A pause. “… Hello?”
Nino pulled some of the covers around him as he sat up, hearing the frown in Ohno’s voice and leaning forward to peek around into the room’s entranceway curiously. Ohno was alone in the doorway, but Nino could hear a faint but familiarly bubbly giggle coming from down the hall. Ohno bent down, picking something Nino couldn’t see up off the ground in the hallway. He turned around, closing the door behind him and staring at the objects in his hand with an unreadable expression. Nino couldn’t see what they were. “Oh-chan…?” Nino said carefully.
Ohno walked slowly back to the bed, tossing the objects he was holding at Nino lightly and sitting tiredly a foot or so away on the mattress while Nino examined and identified what he’d just caught. “From Aiba-chan.” The older man said simply, gesturing at the condom and small bottle of lube before reverting to staring down at his hands.
Nino didn’t know what to think about that, torn as he was about being thankful, annoyed, and a little disturbed by Aiba’s consideration. He bit his lip; his almost painful arousal was nearly forgotten as he watched Ohno’s downcast expression out of the corner of his eye. “Oh-chan… are you mad?”
Ohno stopped fidgeting with his hands, instead clenching fistfuls of the white towel. “… I don’t know. I don’t know what to think or feel right now…”
“You believe me, right?” He waited, but Ohno didn’t answer. Nino took a deep, trembling breath, running a hand through his hair and looking away. “…Should I just go?” He asked quietly.
“… Does that mean you’re giving up?” Ohno questioned softly. He raised his stare to meet Nino’s beside him before slowly laying back onto the mattress. “That’s it?”
“O-of course not!” Nino twisted around in his seated position to maintain eye contact. “But if you don’t want to hear it, then I-“
“I want to hear it.”
Nino pursed his lips, meeting Ohno’s gaze as long as he could before swallowing the lump in his throat. This was important and he knew it. If he messed this up, there would probably be no second chances. The look in Ohno’s eyes was enough to tell him that. “I’ve messed things up so many times…” He began, trying to keep the waver out of his voice. “I’m really stupid, I’ve made so many mistakes… Trying to play that joke on you in the first place, i-ignoring the way you kept making me feel… then agreeing that we should just be friends… Oh-chan, Satoshi, I- I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t figure this out earlier.” He paused, inhaling shakily and praying that he wouldn’t start to cry. Ohno swallowed, turning his gaze away to stare at the ceiling, and Nino could see wet tear tracks running down from the corners of his eyes. “…I can’t stop thinking about you.” He whispered, and Ohno closed his eyes like hearing the words made him ache. Maybe they did. “I want you to be happy, but I can’t stop wanting to be near you, wanting to- to touch you for real, not just for show… I don’t want to pretend that I’m content when I can’t hold you, or when I can’t properly tell you how I feel.”
“… How you feel?” Ohno managed, and his voice sounded strained.
Nino looked away to face the wall in front of him. Tentatively he reached out, placing his hand just above Ohno’s knee and feeling the older man tense and tremble at the touch. “I mean it, really mean it this time, when I say that I love you. Even if you don’t feel that way for me anymore…” He bowed his head and for a moment there was nothing but his words hanging in the air.
After a long pause, he felt the warmth of Ohno’s hand on his shoulder, pulling him gently to turn him around. Nino followed, only to be pulled down into a tight embrace against Ohno’s bare chest. He sniffled and choked a little, trying to bite back a quiet sob as he listened to Ohno’s heartbeat and felt the rise and fall of his ribcage beneath him. “…I can’t quit you.” Ohno said softly, and Nino felt the wavering notes of his speech reverberate through his body. “But I’ll quit pretending that I can.”
Nino felt like he was holding his breath, hardly daring to hope that meant forgiveness. Ohno rolled them onto their sides, facing each other, and when Nino met his gaze he just knew. There was vulnerability there, scars left from past mistakes, but there was also trust, and there was also affection. Ohno kissed him slowly, conveying all that was in his eyes in the way he cupped Nino’s jaw carefully, as though he were fragile, and the way he held him close to his body with an arm around his middle, as though he were afraid to be left behind or to let go of the moment.
Pressed up against each other like they were, things changed quickly. The covers and towel fell away as their pace picked up and each pressed closer, deeper. Nino took the lead, lifting himself up on his elbow and guiding Ohno back onto his back while their kiss took on an almost frenzied air. His right hand dragged down Ohno’s side, leaving light scratches in the wake of his nails and settling firmly on the jut of his hipbone. Ohno pulled him tighter, arching up to try and create more friction between them while he whimpered for the contact not being quite enough. “Nino… please…” He breathed, fumbling around in the tangled bedcovers while Nino shifted to address his mouth’s attention to Ohno’s collarbones and chest. Ohno’s hand closed around the objects he was looking for and he slipped the condom into Nino’s hand.
Nino pulled back to stare at the little package nervously. “I don’t really have any experience with…” He trailed off awkwardly, watching Ohno pop the cap on the lube and squeeze some out onto his fingers. The brunette bent his legs and shifted a little awkwardly so that he could reach down between them and find his own entrance. Nino watched with wide eyes, feeling his own aroused self twitch as he watched Ohno stretch himself with flushed cheeks, head thrown back, eyes closed tight, and swollen lips parted. Small gasps and whimpers escaped him, and Nino couldn’t tell if he was enjoying it or in pain. “Are- are you okay…?” Nino asked tentatively, feeling a little useless where he was kneeling.
“I’ve… to myself… before.” Ohno panted, looking at him from beneath his lashes and gasping particularly loud as his fingers brushed something that made his toes curl and his eyes roll back. “Nino… ‘m almost ready…” He grit out, and Nino hurried to tear open the condom wrapper, grab the lubricant, and prepare himself for what was to come.
Nino screwed his face up into one of intense concentration as he entered the older man slowly, struggling not to lose control of his movements in that heat that was near painfully tight around him. As he reached the limit to how far he could go, Nino stayed positively still, afraid any actions he made would injure the shallowly breathing man beneath him. Ohno had to urge him to move, and when he did he couldn’t help letting out a low groan. Ohno’s legs were wrapped around him, pulling their bodies flush as he built gradually up to a steady rhythm, his thrusts slow and deep.
Ohno pressed back to meet him, panting and crying out whenever Nino hit upon the spot that made his vision whirl. The noises leaving his full lips and meeting Nino’s ears were gradually becoming too much and their pace began to fall apart, becoming increasingly more erratic as the need to savor everything gave way to the need for release. Ohno’s hands abandoned tangling in the bedcovers in favor of reaching one between them to pump himself in time with each thrust of Nino’s hips. The other he twisted into Nino’s hair, pulling his head down into a deep, messy kiss that swallowed his moans.
Nino changed the angle of his thrusts to accommodate the kiss, holding himself up on one arm while the other joined Ohno’s between them, fingers curling tight around Ohno’s while the older man fisted himself. Ohno had to break from the kiss not a minute later, pulling Nino close as his body tensed and trembled almost violently. “K-Kazu!” He ground out next to Nino’s ear as he came between them, shooting thick, creamy fluid across their stomachs while his muscles clenched and unclenched spasmodically around the other man inside of him.
It was all too much and Nino had no reason to hold out any longer. He bit hard on his lip, almost drawing blood, as his back arched and he shook with the force of his orgasm. It took almost all of his remaining energy not to collapse the moment his body stopped convulsing on its own. Ohno let out a quiet hiss and let his legs fall when Nino pulled out. The brunette stared dazedly at the ceiling, feeling floaty and satiated as he attempted to catch his breath. Nino, meanwhile, got shakily to his feet and disposed of the condom in the bathroom trash, returning to crawl back on the bed with a warm, damp washcloth in hand.
Ohno lay there, body positively slick with sweat and soiled with the results of their lovemaking, his dark skin was adorned with small bites, his hair was a mess and sticking to his forehead, and his lips were bruised and slightly swollen. He was absolutely spent, barely able to turn his head and smile through his exhaustion, but Nino caught the brightness in his eyes and thought that this was the most beautifully alive he had seen him in all the time they’d known each other. His heart sped up, and he wished time would stop because not even a photograph would be able capture the perfection he was marveling at.
Carefully, they cleaned each other up. Nino tossed the cloth aside and Ohno crawled slowly under the covers, tugging Nino in to join him. “I’m tired…” He murmured drowsily, wincing a little and opting to lay on his stomach rather than his back, head on Nino’s chest and arm slung casually over his midriff.
Nino sighed, almost drifting off under that comfortable weight and the post-orgasmic haze still lingering over them. He was just contemplating how loud they’d been, and imagining the teasing they’d have to put up with from the other members come morning, when he felt Ohno shift and cracked his eyes open curiously.
“… Nino?” He said quietly, eyelids drooping as though he was only barely keeping himself conscious. “… What does this mean, exactly?”
Nino frowned slightly. “What does what mean?”
“This… you know, us.” Ohno bit his lip, looking away a little uncertainly. “… What are we now?”
Nino pursed his lips thoughtfully for a moment, recalling what Ohno had answered when he’d been asking the question, all those months before. “… We’re Ohmiya SK, aren’t we?”
Ohno’s brow furrowed. “But we’ve always been Ohmiya SK.”
“I know.” Nino said softly, pushing the hair away from Ohno’s eyes affectionately. “I just didn’t know what that meant before.”
Ohno considered this and then smiled, closing his eyes and relaxing completely. “….I’m happy.” He murmured, voice a little muffled.
Nino closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around the older man and not caring if he was grinning like an idiot. “Me too.”
They’d always been Ohmiya. That was exactly the point, and -as long as they were both happy- that could be exactly enough.
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NOTE:
Yay!
I can't believe it's over~ I think I'm riding on a bit of an 'omg, I actually finished something' high at the moment. xD
Comments and criticisms would be lovely guys~ I hope the ending was satisfactory?
This... might be my first time posting smut? I think it is! o_o aside from the really vaguely described stuff I did for that Maou oneshot anyway. Craaazy~
So yeah, your thoughts on the smut would be great too. Haha
**As for my next project, it's starting to come together in my head and I have the first four chapters written at the moment. So, I can either start posting relatively soon (but updates will definitely be slower than they were for this fic) or I can wait until I've got a significant bit more written... hmmm~**
ANYWAY! Thank you to everybody who stuck with me and this fic, my first big venture into the Arashi fandom :P
Commenters, you make my day. And I'm thankful to all the silent readers too, though I'd love to hear your thoughts as well!
Thanks guys!
PAIRING: Ohmiya (Ohno SatoshixNinomiya Kazunari)
LENGTH: Multi-chaptered (14 chapters total)
BANDS: Arashi
GENRE: Drama? It's a roller-coaster, folks.
RATING: Hard R / NC-17 for this chapter.
WARNINGS: Language and sexual themes/situations.
SUMMARY: He did the things he did as a joke, and for years that was fine... but turning it into a prank changed everything entirely.
PREVIOUS PARTS: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14.A |
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“OH-CHAN!” He pounded his fist against the hotel room door, not caring if he woke everybody up in the process as long as Ohno heard him. “SATOSHI, OPEN UP!”
Several thumping knocks later, the lock clicked and the door swung open. Ohno was standing there looking alarmed, confused, and a little annoyed, dripping wet and wearing nothing but a towel around his thin waist. Nino gulped, dragging his gaze back up to Ohno’s and steeling himself mentally.
This was what he wanted. This was probably what they both wanted, deep down… So why deprive themselves any longer?...
“Nino, I was in the bath. What’s-“
Before he could continue, Nino grabbed him by his damp upper-arms, feeling his muscles tense beneath his grip, and pushed him into the room. The door swung closed behind them and when Ohno tried to pull away, Nino turned and pressed him up against it. Ohno gasped as his bare back made contact with the door’s wooden surface, his eyes wide and staring as Nino’s close body kept him trapped there.
“I’m sorry…” Nino whispered. The bedside lamp was the only light on, leaving the room in a muted orange glow. “…But I can’t keep this up any longer.”
“Nino… what are you-“
“-It’s not that I don’t want to be friends.” Nino hurried to cut in. “It’s that… this isn’t enough.” His hands settled on Ohno’s waist, half on the damp white towel and half on his smooth skin. Ohno’s breath caught slightly and he shivered, looking down in shock before raising his gaze to meet Nino’s again. He looked so lost, confused, hopeful and afraid. He seemed to want to question what was happening but couldn’t find the words to do so. Nino just watched him for a moment before sliding one hand up Ohno’s stomach, chest, and neck to cup his jaw gently. “Just friendship isn’t enough for me anymore.” He took a half step closer, pressing their bodies flush with each other.
Ohno tensed immediately, making a soft noise of protest and reaching up to catch Nino’s wrist as if only just remembering how to move his limbs. “Wait!” He gasped softly. “…W-why?”
Nino stilled before letting the corners of his lips slide into a slight smile. He stroked Ohno’s cheek with the pad of his thumb, attempting to calm him with the action. “…Because, I must be in love with you.”
Ohno’s mouth fell open slightly and he could do nothing but gape at the younger man, unsure whether to believe what he’d heard or not. His grip on Nino’s wrist slackened and his gaze flickered as though he was searching for the truth or lies in Nino’s anxious stare.
“… Oh-chan…” Nino breathed, leaning a little closer until he could feel Ohno’s short breaths hitting his chin. “… Can I kiss you?”
Ohno’s eyes widened and he inhaled sharply, a soft flush coloring his cheeks. He gave no verbal response so Nino leant in slowly, giving Ohno ample time to shove him away, and kissed him. Ohno did nothing but breathe shallowly while Nino’s lips ghosted across his, dragging and pushing, slowly and gently. Ohno seemed to soften with each gentle touch, one hand sliding up hesitantly to grip Nino’s arm while the one on his wrist slipped into Nino’s hair, angling his head to a more comfortable position. He sighed into the kiss, eyes shut as he began to kiss back.
Nino nipped lightly at his bottom lip, urging him to open so that he could slip his tongue inside. His left hand left Ohno’s hip to stroke up and down his bare side, slowly and softly. His palm and fingers slipped easily over the raised points of muscles and ribs, seeking out every dip and curve and savoring the warmth of Ohno’s body beneath his fingers.
Ohno hummed pleasantly in response, clinging a little tighter and a little closer to Nino’s slim form. He shifted his weight to slip one of his legs between Nino’s, grinding down and gasping in time with the younger man. He began repeating the movement, latching himself first to the corner of Nino’s mouth and then to his jaw and the long column of his neck while Nino bit his lip and closed his eyes to avoid releasing any noises. The room was suddenly growing uncomfortably warm, his pajamas uncomfortably tight, and Ohno to be the most comfortable thing he’d ever had in his arms.
Nino pulled his own shirt off while Ohno’s hand found its way between them and his long fingers began pushing down the waistband of Nino’s pajama pants. Nino balanced himself a little precariously to help push them off with his feet, and Ohno took the moment of distraction to push him away and in the direction of the bed. Nino stumbled, struggling to keep standing as the fabric tangled around his legs and Ohno advanced, shoving him again. Before he knew it he was toppling back onto the mattress and Ohno was over him, towel discarded and using his tight grip on Nino’s arms and weight on his midriff to keep him from moving.
“Oh-chan?” Nino asked slowly, a little disoriented and also made a little nervous by the fiery and solemn way Ohno was staring down at him.
“I’m tired of games. They’re your thing, not mine.”
“This isn’t a game.” Nino said evenly. “I don’t want to play with you, that’s not at all why I’m here.”
Ohno frowned, presumably warring with himself mentally, and Nino waited patiently while he completed his thought process. “… Then, you don’t mind this.”
Nino gasped, almost biting his tongue as Ohno’s slender fingers wrapped around him, pumping him in speeds varying from long and languid to short and fast. Ohno’s mouth was on his again, forcefully this time. He parted Nino’s lips with no hesitation and kissed him deeply, tasting and searching as though he were searching for answers. Arms made temporarily useless by Ohno’s strength, Nino could do nothing but push up helplessly into Ohno’s hand and try to keep up with the kiss as well as his distracted mind would allow him to.
“Who do you think of?” Ohno said as he broke away to nip at Nino’s earlobe. His voice was demanding, low and forceful, but Nino could hear the tremble that said he was still scared. “Is it really me you’re seeing right now?”
“It is!” Nino gasped, arching a little as Ohno’s thumb dragged over the head of his erection. “Only you! I swear, I’m just-“ He hissed in a deep breath, trying to keep himself together however much his body just wanted to give in and unravel. “-a big idiot who doesn’t know what he has until he thinks it’s- Ah!- gone!”
There was a knock on the door, Ohno stilled like he’d been frozen for a moment before releasing Nino, getting carefully to his feet, and walking slowly to the door. He picked his towel up on the way, wrapping it loosely around himself with hands that visibly shook before pulling the door open. A pause. “… Hello?”
Nino pulled some of the covers around him as he sat up, hearing the frown in Ohno’s voice and leaning forward to peek around into the room’s entranceway curiously. Ohno was alone in the doorway, but Nino could hear a faint but familiarly bubbly giggle coming from down the hall. Ohno bent down, picking something Nino couldn’t see up off the ground in the hallway. He turned around, closing the door behind him and staring at the objects in his hand with an unreadable expression. Nino couldn’t see what they were. “Oh-chan…?” Nino said carefully.
Ohno walked slowly back to the bed, tossing the objects he was holding at Nino lightly and sitting tiredly a foot or so away on the mattress while Nino examined and identified what he’d just caught. “From Aiba-chan.” The older man said simply, gesturing at the condom and small bottle of lube before reverting to staring down at his hands.
Nino didn’t know what to think about that, torn as he was about being thankful, annoyed, and a little disturbed by Aiba’s consideration. He bit his lip; his almost painful arousal was nearly forgotten as he watched Ohno’s downcast expression out of the corner of his eye. “Oh-chan… are you mad?”
Ohno stopped fidgeting with his hands, instead clenching fistfuls of the white towel. “… I don’t know. I don’t know what to think or feel right now…”
“You believe me, right?” He waited, but Ohno didn’t answer. Nino took a deep, trembling breath, running a hand through his hair and looking away. “…Should I just go?” He asked quietly.
“… Does that mean you’re giving up?” Ohno questioned softly. He raised his stare to meet Nino’s beside him before slowly laying back onto the mattress. “That’s it?”
“O-of course not!” Nino twisted around in his seated position to maintain eye contact. “But if you don’t want to hear it, then I-“
“I want to hear it.”
Nino pursed his lips, meeting Ohno’s gaze as long as he could before swallowing the lump in his throat. This was important and he knew it. If he messed this up, there would probably be no second chances. The look in Ohno’s eyes was enough to tell him that. “I’ve messed things up so many times…” He began, trying to keep the waver out of his voice. “I’m really stupid, I’ve made so many mistakes… Trying to play that joke on you in the first place, i-ignoring the way you kept making me feel… then agreeing that we should just be friends… Oh-chan, Satoshi, I- I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t figure this out earlier.” He paused, inhaling shakily and praying that he wouldn’t start to cry. Ohno swallowed, turning his gaze away to stare at the ceiling, and Nino could see wet tear tracks running down from the corners of his eyes. “…I can’t stop thinking about you.” He whispered, and Ohno closed his eyes like hearing the words made him ache. Maybe they did. “I want you to be happy, but I can’t stop wanting to be near you, wanting to- to touch you for real, not just for show… I don’t want to pretend that I’m content when I can’t hold you, or when I can’t properly tell you how I feel.”
“… How you feel?” Ohno managed, and his voice sounded strained.
Nino looked away to face the wall in front of him. Tentatively he reached out, placing his hand just above Ohno’s knee and feeling the older man tense and tremble at the touch. “I mean it, really mean it this time, when I say that I love you. Even if you don’t feel that way for me anymore…” He bowed his head and for a moment there was nothing but his words hanging in the air.
After a long pause, he felt the warmth of Ohno’s hand on his shoulder, pulling him gently to turn him around. Nino followed, only to be pulled down into a tight embrace against Ohno’s bare chest. He sniffled and choked a little, trying to bite back a quiet sob as he listened to Ohno’s heartbeat and felt the rise and fall of his ribcage beneath him. “…I can’t quit you.” Ohno said softly, and Nino felt the wavering notes of his speech reverberate through his body. “But I’ll quit pretending that I can.”
Nino felt like he was holding his breath, hardly daring to hope that meant forgiveness. Ohno rolled them onto their sides, facing each other, and when Nino met his gaze he just knew. There was vulnerability there, scars left from past mistakes, but there was also trust, and there was also affection. Ohno kissed him slowly, conveying all that was in his eyes in the way he cupped Nino’s jaw carefully, as though he were fragile, and the way he held him close to his body with an arm around his middle, as though he were afraid to be left behind or to let go of the moment.
Pressed up against each other like they were, things changed quickly. The covers and towel fell away as their pace picked up and each pressed closer, deeper. Nino took the lead, lifting himself up on his elbow and guiding Ohno back onto his back while their kiss took on an almost frenzied air. His right hand dragged down Ohno’s side, leaving light scratches in the wake of his nails and settling firmly on the jut of his hipbone. Ohno pulled him tighter, arching up to try and create more friction between them while he whimpered for the contact not being quite enough. “Nino… please…” He breathed, fumbling around in the tangled bedcovers while Nino shifted to address his mouth’s attention to Ohno’s collarbones and chest. Ohno’s hand closed around the objects he was looking for and he slipped the condom into Nino’s hand.
Nino pulled back to stare at the little package nervously. “I don’t really have any experience with…” He trailed off awkwardly, watching Ohno pop the cap on the lube and squeeze some out onto his fingers. The brunette bent his legs and shifted a little awkwardly so that he could reach down between them and find his own entrance. Nino watched with wide eyes, feeling his own aroused self twitch as he watched Ohno stretch himself with flushed cheeks, head thrown back, eyes closed tight, and swollen lips parted. Small gasps and whimpers escaped him, and Nino couldn’t tell if he was enjoying it or in pain. “Are- are you okay…?” Nino asked tentatively, feeling a little useless where he was kneeling.
“I’ve… to myself… before.” Ohno panted, looking at him from beneath his lashes and gasping particularly loud as his fingers brushed something that made his toes curl and his eyes roll back. “Nino… ‘m almost ready…” He grit out, and Nino hurried to tear open the condom wrapper, grab the lubricant, and prepare himself for what was to come.
Nino screwed his face up into one of intense concentration as he entered the older man slowly, struggling not to lose control of his movements in that heat that was near painfully tight around him. As he reached the limit to how far he could go, Nino stayed positively still, afraid any actions he made would injure the shallowly breathing man beneath him. Ohno had to urge him to move, and when he did he couldn’t help letting out a low groan. Ohno’s legs were wrapped around him, pulling their bodies flush as he built gradually up to a steady rhythm, his thrusts slow and deep.
Ohno pressed back to meet him, panting and crying out whenever Nino hit upon the spot that made his vision whirl. The noises leaving his full lips and meeting Nino’s ears were gradually becoming too much and their pace began to fall apart, becoming increasingly more erratic as the need to savor everything gave way to the need for release. Ohno’s hands abandoned tangling in the bedcovers in favor of reaching one between them to pump himself in time with each thrust of Nino’s hips. The other he twisted into Nino’s hair, pulling his head down into a deep, messy kiss that swallowed his moans.
Nino changed the angle of his thrusts to accommodate the kiss, holding himself up on one arm while the other joined Ohno’s between them, fingers curling tight around Ohno’s while the older man fisted himself. Ohno had to break from the kiss not a minute later, pulling Nino close as his body tensed and trembled almost violently. “K-Kazu!” He ground out next to Nino’s ear as he came between them, shooting thick, creamy fluid across their stomachs while his muscles clenched and unclenched spasmodically around the other man inside of him.
It was all too much and Nino had no reason to hold out any longer. He bit hard on his lip, almost drawing blood, as his back arched and he shook with the force of his orgasm. It took almost all of his remaining energy not to collapse the moment his body stopped convulsing on its own. Ohno let out a quiet hiss and let his legs fall when Nino pulled out. The brunette stared dazedly at the ceiling, feeling floaty and satiated as he attempted to catch his breath. Nino, meanwhile, got shakily to his feet and disposed of the condom in the bathroom trash, returning to crawl back on the bed with a warm, damp washcloth in hand.
Ohno lay there, body positively slick with sweat and soiled with the results of their lovemaking, his dark skin was adorned with small bites, his hair was a mess and sticking to his forehead, and his lips were bruised and slightly swollen. He was absolutely spent, barely able to turn his head and smile through his exhaustion, but Nino caught the brightness in his eyes and thought that this was the most beautifully alive he had seen him in all the time they’d known each other. His heart sped up, and he wished time would stop because not even a photograph would be able capture the perfection he was marveling at.
Carefully, they cleaned each other up. Nino tossed the cloth aside and Ohno crawled slowly under the covers, tugging Nino in to join him. “I’m tired…” He murmured drowsily, wincing a little and opting to lay on his stomach rather than his back, head on Nino’s chest and arm slung casually over his midriff.
Nino sighed, almost drifting off under that comfortable weight and the post-orgasmic haze still lingering over them. He was just contemplating how loud they’d been, and imagining the teasing they’d have to put up with from the other members come morning, when he felt Ohno shift and cracked his eyes open curiously.
“… Nino?” He said quietly, eyelids drooping as though he was only barely keeping himself conscious. “… What does this mean, exactly?”
Nino frowned slightly. “What does what mean?”
“This… you know, us.” Ohno bit his lip, looking away a little uncertainly. “… What are we now?”
Nino pursed his lips thoughtfully for a moment, recalling what Ohno had answered when he’d been asking the question, all those months before. “… We’re Ohmiya SK, aren’t we?”
Ohno’s brow furrowed. “But we’ve always been Ohmiya SK.”
“I know.” Nino said softly, pushing the hair away from Ohno’s eyes affectionately. “I just didn’t know what that meant before.”
Ohno considered this and then smiled, closing his eyes and relaxing completely. “….I’m happy.” He murmured, voice a little muffled.
Nino closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around the older man and not caring if he was grinning like an idiot. “Me too.”
They’d always been Ohmiya. That was exactly the point, and -as long as they were both happy- that could be exactly enough.
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NOTE:
Yay!
I can't believe it's over~ I think I'm riding on a bit of an 'omg, I actually finished something' high at the moment. xD
Comments and criticisms would be lovely guys~ I hope the ending was satisfactory?
This... might be my first time posting smut? I think it is! o_o aside from the really vaguely described stuff I did for that Maou oneshot anyway. Craaazy~
So yeah, your thoughts on the smut would be great too. Haha
**As for my next project, it's starting to come together in my head and I have the first four chapters written at the moment. So, I can either start posting relatively soon (but updates will definitely be slower than they were for this fic) or I can wait until I've got a significant bit more written... hmmm~**
ANYWAY! Thank you to everybody who stuck with me and this fic, my first big venture into the Arashi fandom :P
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