Fic ~ Sometimes, You Just Gotta Pass The Time
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(or not) You’ll have to read it to know for sure because I hate spoilery spoilers of spoil with a burning passion. (A passion that burns like the hot-ness that is Arashi getting down and dirty together) *___*
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Chapter Specific Warning: ♪ It long, it’s wrong, it’s boy-band schlong~! ♪ >.<
Title: Recoil (Chapter Seven ~ Triune)
Series Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/Smut
Characters: Arashi
Word Count: 4,600
Type: Multi-Chapter/Series
Summary: Aiba puts his plan into motion and hopes to mend the rift between his friends. But while the three men bridge the gap between themselves, they get closer in whole new and interesting ways….
Disclaimer: I own nothing dammit!
Progress:
Prologue - Precedent - HERE
Chapter One - Duality - HERE
Chapter Two - Implications - HERE
Chapter Three - Complications - HERE
Chapter Four - Guardian - HERE
Chapter Five - Confession - HERE
Chapter Six - Stratagem - HERE
Recoil
Chapter Seven ~ Triune
There was nothing unusual about the small hotel in Kyoto; nothing to suggest that five of Japan’s most recognisable Idols were staying within its walls. The building was unassuming, the rooms modest and the service friendly. And most importantly for the group of celebrities and their handlers, the establishment was private; unknown to either fans or media.
With the first leg of Arashi’s concert tour behind them, rumours of the on-stage friction between the youngest members had begun to surface. The gossip had not yet reached the media and was limited to concerned whispers amongst fans, but it did not go entirely unnoticed. The managerial staff, who oversaw the business side of Arashi, observed the situation carefully. In order to keep the private affairs of the Idols as separate from the tour as possible, the organizers had changed the lodgings of the men at the last minute. It was hoped that his would prevent any further rumours and allow the others to die down.
Arashi themselves were - for the moment - largely unaware of the rumblings within their fan-base. The company higher-ups were doing all they could to keep it beyond their notice and were still debating whether to confront the men. They were waiting to see if the group could straighten things out alone, or if the issue would blow over on its own. The last thing the agency wanted was to have step in and possibly mar the affable image Arashi was famous for. So, for the time being, the company stood back, allowing the men a grace period in which to work things out, avoiding outside intervention.
But an intervention was exactly what Aiba Masaki was planning as he sat with his manager at the hotels’ private bar that evening. He had explained his strategy to the man briefly. He left out a lot of what little detail he knew, but Aiba trusted the businessman to do his part to help.
And Aiba’s trust was not misplaced. The middle-aged man had been looking out for Masaki’s interests for years, and practically considered the cheerful young man a part of his family. While he kept silent about the unease within the agency, the man was not overly concerned himself. He had been through many crises with Arashi over the years and he could see that his charge was trying to put things right. Experience told him that when Aiba Masaki decided to get involved with situations like this, a solution was never far behind.
“So you just want me to call for you and Sakurai-kun?” He confirmed with his client.
“At seven o’clock.” Aiba stressed the time firmly. “It has to be seven o’clock exactly.”
The man checked his wristwatch. “Masaki-kun… it’s nearly seven now.” He pointed out doubtfully.
“That’s perfect.” Aiba assured him, rising calmly to his feet and collecting his jacket. “That means I won’t have to stall for very long.” With that, the lithe Idol headed towards the corridor where the rooms of the five friends were located one after the other.
Watching the young man saunter off, the businessman rolled his eyes with a smile and took out his wallet. It was a sure sign of Masaki’s focus that he had left without even wondering about the bill for his drinks.
Once in the hallway, Aiba knocked urgently each door in quick succession. “Everyone!” He called out imperatively. “I have something important to say!” One by one the other four men emerged from their rooms at Aiba’s summons. While they each wondered what was going on, the tallest man blithely herded his friends into his own room.
Not knowing anything of his boyfriends’ ploy, Sakurai hesitated at his side. “What’s going on Aiba-chan?” He whispered suspiciously, hanging back to stand near the door.
“You’ll see~” He replied in sotto, closing the door behind himself as the others settled in curiously. “Alright!!” Clapping his hands together with gusto, he addressed the room forcefully. “This is really important, so listen carefully.”
Lounging at the solitary armchair, Matsumoto furrowed his brow. “What is it? Is it serious?”
“It is serious Jun-chan.” Aiba confirmed with a grave nod. “And, to be honest, I’m a little mad at you.”
“Huh?”
“Do you guys remember the last time all of us gathered together in one hotel room during a tour?” He asked solemnly. “It was just after Sho-chan and I got over our… rough patch-”
Ninomiya, sat on the bed, and already wary of where his childhood friend was leading this, tried to derail the man. “You mean ‘Sakurai’s Mid-Life Crisis’.” He corrected him coolly, appearing bored.
Determinedly, Masaki ignored the gamer and went on regardless. “Back then, we all decided that if we ever had any problems - as a group or of our own - then we would talk about them together. You were the one who suggested it, Matsujun. But, even though we all agreed, you guys aren’t doing it.”
“That’s stupid.” Kazunari cut in, his tone revealing a touch of defensiveness. “Why would we? We don’t have any problems.”
Nervously, Jun cleared his throat. “Aiba-chan, if this about what I told you that day-”
“It isn’t.” The nubile man told him. “Or maybe they’re connected, but I don’t know. Anyway, it’s about time all three of you got back to normal.”
“You’re not listening.” Ninomiya claimed stubbornly. “I said we’re fine. Right, Matsujun?” He prompted, forcefully meeting the eye of the youngest man. And, from his own point of view, he was speaking the truth. While he was aware that he had not been interacting with Jun as much lately, he had been doing so expressly to avoid any problems. The gamer was so wrapped up in his own efforts to keep Matsumoto from being hurt by the truth that he could not see that Jun was being just as distant with him. In his mind, the only problem Ninomiya had was with himself, and it was not a burden that could be shared.
Matsumoto also felt this way, but neither man could see their situation reflected in the other. Responding to Ninomiya’s question, Jun nodded. “We’re fine.” He repeated, wanting to believe it.
Finally, having listened in guilty silence up to that point, the oldest man stirred himself to contribute. “Uh, actually… haven’t you both been a little weird around me lately?”
The young pair turned to stare at the artist.
“Leader?”
“Oh-chan?”
They spoke at the same time, both surprised at the extent to which Ohno had misunderstood. Before things to go any further, however, there was a knock at the door. The group of men held their collective breath as Sakurai wavered for a moment before cautiously opening the door.
Aiba’s manager stood politely on the other side. “Oh, Sakurai-kun, you’re here too?” He greeted the man naturally. “Good, I need to speak to you too. Could you and Aiba-chan step out into the hall for a moment? It won’t take long.”
Sho was just about to ask the businessman if he could come back later when Masaki bounded forward. “Sure!” He exclaimed cheerfully, pushing Sakurai through the doorway ahead of himself. “You guys wait here.” He added over his shoulder as he escaped into the hall.
While the manager stood calmly to one side, Aiba carefully and quietly took out his key and bolted the door. Shocked and confused, Sakurai gaped. “What are you doing!?” He hissed frantically.
“Now they’ll have to talk.” The younger man replied in a whisper. Turning to his manager, Aiba thanked the man for his help.
Sho spun to look at both men. “You’re in on it?”
“Sh!” Masaki put his arm at his boyfriends’ waist. “He was good, wasn’t he? He could totally be an actor.” As the middle-aged man dismissed this claim and excused himself, Aiba drew the dumbfounded man down the corridor. “C’mon Sho-chan, let’s go to your room and leave them to it.”
Mutely, Sakurai could only follow.
Within Aiba’s room, the three remaining men knew nothing of these developments and were already talking amongst themselves. Ninomiya, who had been so strict with himself to treat Ohno as normal, was the first to question the oldest man’s sentiment. “What do you mean by that? I haven’t been any different around you at all. Except doing more fan-service with you, but you asked for that.”
Matsumoto nodded, echoing the magicians’ rebuttal. “I haven’t been weird around you either.”
Ohno refuted this strenuously. “You’ve been strange for months!” He argued, pointing an accusatory finger at the youngest man. “And we haven’t even had sex since New Years.”
Jun reddened. “Leader!” He began, trying to keep the man from saying unnecessary things. He was not exactly embarrassed, and Ninomiya already knew of their trysts, but he did not feel it needed to be announced like that.
Satoshi, however, had already turned his attention to the other man. “And you Nino…. You barely talk when we’re all gathered anymore. And it all started after you and I did it at your place.”
Kazunari flinched, bowing his head and covering his face with his hands and a painful groan. “Geez… thanks.” He muttered sarcastically as he prepared himself for Matsumoto’s inevitable outburst.
But no outburst came. Instead, after a moment of silence, Jun seemed to finally understand something. “…You thought I’d be mad?”
Peeking cringingly through his fingers, Ninomiya frowned uncertainly. “Aren’t you?”
“No.” Even as he made the denial, Matsumoto was amazed to realise that it was true. Although he did not fully understand it himself, the knowledge that Ninomiya had slept with the man he cared for did not upset him. Perhaps if it had been someone else - someone unknown to him - he might have felt differently, but as it was, he did not mind.
It seemed odd that Jun would accept it so easily; especially knowing that Ninomiya knew how he felt about their leader. Yet it was precisely this reason that made Matsumoto feel that it was all right. Ninomiya was a good friend and a person he could trust. The diminutive musician would not maliciously try to keep Satoshi from him and thus, any intimacy between the men would have been purely incidental: An incident bourn of lust and an extension of their friendship rather than an expression of deeper feelings.
Ohno, of course, could see no reason why this information might have negatively impacted the tall young man in the first place. “Why would Matsujun be mad?” He questioned Ninomiya simply. “It’s not like we’re dating or anything.”
“Leaders’ right.” Jun agreed firmly, responding to Kazunari’s quick glance of sympathy with a look that told the man he was fine. “But I do understand why you might think that.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. Because I’ve been worrying about the exact same thing ever since I slept with Masaki.”
All at once, Ninomiya’s whole body tensed and his expression became grim. “I’m gonna kill you….”
Matsumoto was startled by the sudden threat. “I thought you were over him!?” He blurted defensively.
The oldest man, confused over the by-play between his friends, latched on to Jun’s statement swiftly. “Over h-? AH! Nino… you like Aiba-chan!?”
The sharp gamer whirled in exasperation. “Liked! Past tense. I’m over it, OK!?” He yelled. At the same time he shot Matsumoto a quelling glare, warning the man not to say any more lest Ninomiya bring up a few things Jun did now what known to their leader. “And that is not the point.” He addressed the younger man darkly. “If you’ve done anything to mess things up for those two-”
“It’s not your job to baby-sit their relationship, Nino.” Jun interrupted, not unkindly. “Aiba-chan is an adult and perfectly capable of making his own choices. Besides… Sho-san already knows.”
“Eh?” Kazunari’s anger seemed to deflate at the shock of this new information. “He knows? …And he’s OK with it?”
“Yeah. I was surprised too, but it appears that the two of them have decided to have an… open relationship.”
“They’re swingers now!?” Ninomiya could not help the small, disbelieving laugh that the idea brought to him.
“Not quite.” Jun smiled. “I think it only applies to us; the other members of Arashi.”
Satoshi suddenly looked speculative. “Oh? Hm… interesting~.”
The two younger men turned slowly to regard the artist. “Oh-chan… you’re not actually thinking…?” Ninomiya sneered.
“What?” Ohno asked innocently. “Doesn’t it make you curious? You can’t help wondering about it after all.”
“Well maybe you can’t.” The gamer argued. “But I can.”
“But Nino~ If you like Aiba-chan, then that means-”
“No way!” He broke in sternly. “I am not going down that road again. Anyway, Sho-chan might be OK with it when it’s just a bit of fun, but I doubt he’d like it much if he found out someone else was seriously eyeing his boyfriend.”
Matsumoto agreed with Ninomiya’s assessment and then let out a small sigh of relief. “So we’ve both been worrying ourselves sick over nothing, huh?”
“And me.” Ohno pointed out. “You both had me worried too.” He pouted indignantly.
Ninomiya laughed. “Sorry Oh-chan. I guess we didn’t even realise we were causing trouble for everyone, right Matsujun?”
“Right. We must have really upset Aiba-chan if he went so far to call us in here to talk too.”
“Ah- now that you mention it….” The mordant Idol scanned the room suspiciously. “What’s taking those two so long?” After a moment of meaningful silence spent looking between each other doubtfully, something seemed to click for the men. “I’d better go look for them.” Spurred on by a creeping sense of foreboding, Ninomiya sped across the room to the door.
Placing his hand at the handle, the lever did not budge and the gamer froze. Matsumoto saw the man halted at the door. “What’s wrong?” He asked, although he already suspected the answer, and he was not happy about it.
“It’s locked.” The man muttered darkly.
Jun tutted in annoyance. “I’ll phone the front desk.” In just a few long strides he stopped at the table that should have housed the hotels’ telephone. “It’s gone…. He took the phone?”
Kazunari growled. “That moron.”
Satoshi, the only man not currently occupied with thoughts of escape or plans to maim their tallest friend, looked around uncertainly. “Aiba-chan locked us in?”
“That’s right.” Matsumoto confirmed.
“I see…. So~ when is he coming back to let us out?”
The prankster among them gave a bark of bitter laughter. “Ha! If I know Aiba-chan; he isn’t. He probably plans to spend the night with Sho-chan tonight while the rest of us are stuck here until morning.”
Jun gaped. “You’re kidding!?”
“I wish. Gah~ I don’t even have my DS or my cards…. The idiot didn’t have to take it that far.” As he was speaking, Ohno moved and began rifling though Masaki’s luggage. Seeing this, Ninomiya paused. “Leader, what are you doing?”
The artist shrugged. “You’ll get bored, right? Doesn’t Aiba-chan usually have a whole bunch of comics in his bag?”
“That’s not a bad idea Captain.” The gamer noted, coming forward to help the man search. Matsumoto followed, standing behind the pair and peering over their heads at the contents of the duffle.
At that moment, Ohno reached deep into a side pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “Huh?”
Ninomiya snatched the item from the older man quickly. “I knew he still had these!” He exclaimed in vindication.
Jun boggled. “They’re yours?”
“Uh-huh. I lent them to Aiba-chan months and months ago and never got them back.”
“But… why do you own a pair of handcuffs?”
“They were a prop from a drama set.” Kazunari explained. “When we finished filming, there was a whole bunch of stuff the director let us take home.”
“That doesn’t explain why you would take handcuffs of all things…”
Looking at his tall friend as if Jun had asked the most foolish question in history, Ninomiya answered very slowly. “They. Were. Free.” Then, in more normal tones, he added: “I never did find the keys for them though.”
The younger man considered this for a second. “Wait. So you lent a bondage device to Aiba-chan and didn’t give him the key to go with it?”
“He just said he wanted some handcuffs, not that they needed to be working. He never said what they were for.”
“Nino, you must have had some idea of why Aiba-chan would want to borrow something like that…”
The sly magician feigned indifference to comic effect. “Wasn’t interested.”
Straitening up, Ohno Satoshi abandoned his search through Aiba’s belongings. “I am.”
“Again!?” Matsumoto was smiling indulgently and holding back laughter as he chided the older man. “Is your brain always in the gutter?”
“Not really.” He defended himself. “I’m just curious.”
“So you keep saying.” The youngest man replied, sharing a smirk with Ninomiya in the process. “Ahh~ this is kind of bad.” He continued eventually, lowering himself to sit casually on the bed.
Kazunari met his eye. “What is?”
“The three of us. Being stuck here.” Jun clarified. “A homosexual, a bisexual and a… trisexual… all locked inside a room. It’s like a bad joke.”
Ninomiya was already chuckling to himself when their leader leaned towards him and whispered: “Nino, what’s a trisexual?”
He laughed harder at seeing Ohno’s confusion. “It means you’ll try anything sexual.” He supplied helpfully when he calmed himself down enough to form a complete sentence.
“Oh. OK. Well… I guess that’s true…”
“You’re not supposed to agree Oh-chan! Sheesh!” He meant it to sound stern, but his amusement could not be contained and Ninomiya dissolved into a serious fit of laughter, rolling back onto the floor and clutching his sides. It felt good to be having fun with his friends again and the weight he had been carrying was lifted from his shoulders.
Somehow, the unselfconscious honesty they were sharing so completely was more freeing than he ever would have believed. He would never admit it aloud, but Ninomiya was beginning to feel grateful that Aiba had trapped them together. But, just as the gamer began to enjoy his captivity, Matsumoto spoke over his friends’ fading mirth, looking at the clock with a sigh.
“We may as well go to bed.”
Kazunari was not thrilled at the prospect of turning in for the night when the night had barely moved past evening. “Eeeh!? But it’s still early.”
“It’s not like there’s anything better to do.” The young man countered.
Ohno, however, had other ideas. “We could go to bed and not sleep.” He suggested.
Both younger men spluttered somewhat at Ohno’s words, But Ninomiya was the first to form a coherent sentence. “A-are you suggesting that we-? All three of us!?” Nearly, coherent, at least.
“Why not? It’ll pass the time.” The eldest man shrugged. “And it’s been ages.”
In the silence that followed, Jun’s mind raced. He had been deliberately avoiding sex with Ohno ever since Ninomiya had warned him that he was only hurting himself, but he still loved the artist, and he was not sure how to feel about the man’s apparent indifference to casual sex. But then, Ohno had already made it clear that they were not dating, and Matsumoto had hardly been faithful in that regard anyway.
Reaching a decision within himself, Jun firmly pulled Satoshi’s arm to sit beside him on the bed and arched one brow at he other friend. “Well… it’s not like it’d be the first time for any of us.” He pointed out. “And over a month is a long time Nino.”
“How you know how long it’s been?” Kazunari asked evenly, folding his arms across his chest.
“I was talking about myself.” He replied with a half-smile, snaking his arm around Ohno’s shoulder. “So it’s the same for you, huh?”
“Shut up.” Ninomiya walked over to Ohno and swatted at the man’s knees. “Move over.”
The older man shuffled to the side, bumping into Jun on his right while the other man settled at his right. “So, does that mean you’re in?” He asked coquettishly. Matsumoto’s hand had already slipped beneath the collar of his shirt and the artist slid his palm over Ninomiya thigh instinctively as Jun’s fingertips brushed his skin.
“Only if you shut up Oh-chan.” And then, in an effort to silence the man personally, Ninomiya kissed him. It was long and messy; almost animalistic in the way the younger man hungrily consumed Ohno’s hot mouth while Jun rubbed at Ohno’s lap, stroking him through the cloth and making him squirm.
When Kazunari finally broke the slick kiss, Ohno’s eyes were glazed, his breathing shallow, and there was a definite bulge growing beneath Jun’s palm. “Uhhh~ I could get used to this….”
The gamer turned to meet Matsumoto’s gaze significantly. “He’s still talking...” He noted coolly.
“Hm~ he’s still dressed too. Maybe we should take care of that first?”
“Good idea.”
With perfect teamwork and timing the two younger men soon had their leader unclothed and right where they wanted him. In sort order, all three men were a naked, heaving tangle of limbs upon the bed.
Matsumoto was at the bottom of the sweaty heap, with Ohno pinned atop him by the weight of Ninomiya leaning over the artists’ back to fist the man’s cock. Even as Ohno swapped spit with the youngest man, he moved against the hand at his flesh, grinding into Jun’s hip as the same time.
Tugging at the short hairs at the back of Ohno’s neck, Matsumoto pulled the man away from his lips. “Fuck Leader, I need to breathe!” He reminded him sharply.
Ohno was just as breathless as he ducked his head in silent apology and slid down the length of Jun’s torso. The action put his mouth mere millimetres away from Jun’s cock and backed himself more firmly against the curve of Ninomiya’s body. While Satoshi wrapped his lips around Jun’s foreskin, Nino took he lube that he had stolen from Aiba’s luggage earlier and entered the older man with one blunt finger.
Instinctively, Ohno locked his jaw against the initial intrusion and Matsumoto bit back a curse. Ninomiya curled his finger in Ohno’s tight ass and managed a snide laugh as he peered over Ohno’s back at the other man. “Oops… did he bite?” He asked, with a touch of smugness.
Jun’s eyes held a dangerous gleam as he stared the man down. “He wouldn’t dare.” He countered darkly; the effect spoiled somewhat by the hoarse edge to his voice. “…He knows I’d make him suffer for it la-later.” He stumbled on the last word as Ohno took more of his cock into his mouth and drew hard on the susceptible flesh.
Kazunari smirked. Pressing inside their leader with more force, he used his other hand to part the cheeks of Ohno’s ass to slip a second finger inside and thrust faster. Ohno moaned around Matsumoto’s erection, his breath hot even against Jun’s moist skin, and both men shuddered for separate, but related, reasons. Then the artist was back to devouring Jun’s meat like a rare delicacy and backing into Ninomiya’s probing thrusts roughly.
Matsumoto could not have looked away from the sight before him for anything. Watching the smooth cheeks of his leader hollow as the man sucked on his dick and seeing Ninomiya bite down on Ohno’s shoulder as he braced himself to enter the artist fully, Jun’s whole body teemed with lust. Base, carnal need had him driving into the hot well of Ohno’s mouth and raking his fingers at the man’s back.
The gamer too, was fighting to keep himself under control. As he slipped, hot and heavy, into the tight grip of Ohno’s ass, and a bead of sweat ran into his eye, making his squint, he watched Jun closely. Matsumoto’s head fell back against the pillows and his breath hitched in his chest, his body tense and trembling, and Ninomiya abandoned all hope of holding back. Palming Ohno’s hip he sunk deep into the man with fevered desperation.
With Ninomiya pounding into him and Jun’s thick shaft throbbing under his tongue, Ohno was not far from his limit either. But, wanting to see both his friends satisfied, he held back - working Jun faster and deliberately clamping down around Kazunari’s straining flesh.
That was when Ninomiya lost it. His blood thundered in his ears and sparks flashed behind his eyes as his climax tore through him. He cried out in a broken shudder as he spilled his seed inside his leader. “Oh- Oh…~” It might have been an attempt at Ohno’s name, or it might have been something else entirely, but for a few tense seconds, it was the only sound that Ninomiya could force from his throat.
Then it was over and the sharp-witted Idol could breathe again. “Shit Oh-chan, take it easy next time.” His voice was harsh, but he had already begun to fist Satoshi’s erection in earnest as he scolded the man. “You nearly fucking broke something.”
Too occupied with other matters to do much else, Ohno just gave a small shrug, and Matsumoto would have laughed had he not been so close to the edge himself. As it was, Ninomiya got his revenge soon after by sending their leader into spasms of release. The quiet Idol was forced to break away from the youngest man with a surprised grunt as his muscles tightened and quivered and Ninomiya milked the fluid from his body.
But even as the aftershocks still shook over him, the older man returned to his place at Matsumoto’s thighs to give the man the final push. It did not take much; Jun was more than ready to explode with desire. And explode he did - shooting a hot arch of viscous white liquid into Ohno’s mouth. Ohno did not gag when the fluid hit the back of his throat; he simply drew out every last drop that he could, and swallowed.
It was all Matsumoto could do burn the image into his mind as vision went dark and he fell limp upon the mattress with a drawn out groan. “…I think I just lost to Ohno-kun.” He remarked dryly to Ninomiya.
“Don’t feel bad Jun-chan,” The gamer responded in kind. “At least it kept him quiet.” Satoshi sat up then, looking tired but smug, and opened his mouth to speak. Before he could utter a sound, however, Ninomiya forestalled him swiftly. “And if you even think about saying ‘yum’, I will beat you.”
The older man closed his mouth so quickly his teeth actually clicked. “Spoilsport.” He pouted.
* * *
Later that night, the three men were squashed together in the bed, but only one of their number actually slept. With the slumbering form of their leader laid between them, Ninomiya and Matsumoto conversed quietly. They kept their voices low but neither man was overly concerned about waking their friend; Ohno was dead to the world.
“Hey, Matsujun?” Ninomiya whispered. “Not that I’m complaining or anything, but what were you thinking when you agreed to this?”
“That it would be easier.” Jun answered seriously. “I don’t know… Whenever it’s just me and Leader….. Deep down, I think I’m always hoping that he’ll tell me he loves me or something. With you here though, I wasn’t thinking about it - I just wanted a good time without feeling like shit afterwards…. Pretty stupid, huh?”
“Yeah it is.” He concurred, but not without a measure of understanding. “So, did it work?”
Matsumoto smiled in the dark. “Yeah. It did.”
“Good.” Then, smirking to himself, he added snidely: “Jun-chan, I love you.”
Without missing a beat, the younger man replied: “Nino, are you planning to sleep at any point tonight?”
“Probably not. Why?”
“Too bad. It’s a lot harder to smother a person while they’re awake.”
Ninomiya just chuckled, deep and low.
To be continued…
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Yeah… This got reeeally long.
Oh well.
And now we're back to where this story started in the first place: With Nino still keeping the truth from Aiba-chan and Jun hiding his real feelings from Ohno. But at least they’re all getting along and they’ll never be bored again. That’s Leader’s Guarantee! XDDD
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Chapter Specific Warning: ♪ It long, it’s wrong, it’s boy-band schlong~! ♪ >.<
Title: Recoil (Chapter Seven ~ Triune)
Series Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/Smut
Characters: Arashi
Word Count: 4,600
Type: Multi-Chapter/Series
Summary: Aiba puts his plan into motion and hopes to mend the rift between his friends. But while the three men bridge the gap between themselves, they get closer in whole new and interesting ways….
Disclaimer: I own nothing dammit!
Progress:
Prologue - Precedent - HERE
Chapter One - Duality - HERE
Chapter Two - Implications - HERE
Chapter Three - Complications - HERE
Chapter Four - Guardian - HERE
Chapter Five - Confession - HERE
Chapter Six - Stratagem - HERE
Recoil
Chapter Seven ~ Triune
There was nothing unusual about the small hotel in Kyoto; nothing to suggest that five of Japan’s most recognisable Idols were staying within its walls. The building was unassuming, the rooms modest and the service friendly. And most importantly for the group of celebrities and their handlers, the establishment was private; unknown to either fans or media.
With the first leg of Arashi’s concert tour behind them, rumours of the on-stage friction between the youngest members had begun to surface. The gossip had not yet reached the media and was limited to concerned whispers amongst fans, but it did not go entirely unnoticed. The managerial staff, who oversaw the business side of Arashi, observed the situation carefully. In order to keep the private affairs of the Idols as separate from the tour as possible, the organizers had changed the lodgings of the men at the last minute. It was hoped that his would prevent any further rumours and allow the others to die down.
Arashi themselves were - for the moment - largely unaware of the rumblings within their fan-base. The company higher-ups were doing all they could to keep it beyond their notice and were still debating whether to confront the men. They were waiting to see if the group could straighten things out alone, or if the issue would blow over on its own. The last thing the agency wanted was to have step in and possibly mar the affable image Arashi was famous for. So, for the time being, the company stood back, allowing the men a grace period in which to work things out, avoiding outside intervention.
But an intervention was exactly what Aiba Masaki was planning as he sat with his manager at the hotels’ private bar that evening. He had explained his strategy to the man briefly. He left out a lot of what little detail he knew, but Aiba trusted the businessman to do his part to help.
And Aiba’s trust was not misplaced. The middle-aged man had been looking out for Masaki’s interests for years, and practically considered the cheerful young man a part of his family. While he kept silent about the unease within the agency, the man was not overly concerned himself. He had been through many crises with Arashi over the years and he could see that his charge was trying to put things right. Experience told him that when Aiba Masaki decided to get involved with situations like this, a solution was never far behind.
“So you just want me to call for you and Sakurai-kun?” He confirmed with his client.
“At seven o’clock.” Aiba stressed the time firmly. “It has to be seven o’clock exactly.”
The man checked his wristwatch. “Masaki-kun… it’s nearly seven now.” He pointed out doubtfully.
“That’s perfect.” Aiba assured him, rising calmly to his feet and collecting his jacket. “That means I won’t have to stall for very long.” With that, the lithe Idol headed towards the corridor where the rooms of the five friends were located one after the other.
Watching the young man saunter off, the businessman rolled his eyes with a smile and took out his wallet. It was a sure sign of Masaki’s focus that he had left without even wondering about the bill for his drinks.
Once in the hallway, Aiba knocked urgently each door in quick succession. “Everyone!” He called out imperatively. “I have something important to say!” One by one the other four men emerged from their rooms at Aiba’s summons. While they each wondered what was going on, the tallest man blithely herded his friends into his own room.
Not knowing anything of his boyfriends’ ploy, Sakurai hesitated at his side. “What’s going on Aiba-chan?” He whispered suspiciously, hanging back to stand near the door.
“You’ll see~” He replied in sotto, closing the door behind himself as the others settled in curiously. “Alright!!” Clapping his hands together with gusto, he addressed the room forcefully. “This is really important, so listen carefully.”
Lounging at the solitary armchair, Matsumoto furrowed his brow. “What is it? Is it serious?”
“It is serious Jun-chan.” Aiba confirmed with a grave nod. “And, to be honest, I’m a little mad at you.”
“Huh?”
“Do you guys remember the last time all of us gathered together in one hotel room during a tour?” He asked solemnly. “It was just after Sho-chan and I got over our… rough patch-”
Ninomiya, sat on the bed, and already wary of where his childhood friend was leading this, tried to derail the man. “You mean ‘Sakurai’s Mid-Life Crisis’.” He corrected him coolly, appearing bored.
Determinedly, Masaki ignored the gamer and went on regardless. “Back then, we all decided that if we ever had any problems - as a group or of our own - then we would talk about them together. You were the one who suggested it, Matsujun. But, even though we all agreed, you guys aren’t doing it.”
“That’s stupid.” Kazunari cut in, his tone revealing a touch of defensiveness. “Why would we? We don’t have any problems.”
Nervously, Jun cleared his throat. “Aiba-chan, if this about what I told you that day-”
“It isn’t.” The nubile man told him. “Or maybe they’re connected, but I don’t know. Anyway, it’s about time all three of you got back to normal.”
“You’re not listening.” Ninomiya claimed stubbornly. “I said we’re fine. Right, Matsujun?” He prompted, forcefully meeting the eye of the youngest man. And, from his own point of view, he was speaking the truth. While he was aware that he had not been interacting with Jun as much lately, he had been doing so expressly to avoid any problems. The gamer was so wrapped up in his own efforts to keep Matsumoto from being hurt by the truth that he could not see that Jun was being just as distant with him. In his mind, the only problem Ninomiya had was with himself, and it was not a burden that could be shared.
Matsumoto also felt this way, but neither man could see their situation reflected in the other. Responding to Ninomiya’s question, Jun nodded. “We’re fine.” He repeated, wanting to believe it.
Finally, having listened in guilty silence up to that point, the oldest man stirred himself to contribute. “Uh, actually… haven’t you both been a little weird around me lately?”
The young pair turned to stare at the artist.
“Leader?”
“Oh-chan?”
They spoke at the same time, both surprised at the extent to which Ohno had misunderstood. Before things to go any further, however, there was a knock at the door. The group of men held their collective breath as Sakurai wavered for a moment before cautiously opening the door.
Aiba’s manager stood politely on the other side. “Oh, Sakurai-kun, you’re here too?” He greeted the man naturally. “Good, I need to speak to you too. Could you and Aiba-chan step out into the hall for a moment? It won’t take long.”
Sho was just about to ask the businessman if he could come back later when Masaki bounded forward. “Sure!” He exclaimed cheerfully, pushing Sakurai through the doorway ahead of himself. “You guys wait here.” He added over his shoulder as he escaped into the hall.
While the manager stood calmly to one side, Aiba carefully and quietly took out his key and bolted the door. Shocked and confused, Sakurai gaped. “What are you doing!?” He hissed frantically.
“Now they’ll have to talk.” The younger man replied in a whisper. Turning to his manager, Aiba thanked the man for his help.
Sho spun to look at both men. “You’re in on it?”
“Sh!” Masaki put his arm at his boyfriends’ waist. “He was good, wasn’t he? He could totally be an actor.” As the middle-aged man dismissed this claim and excused himself, Aiba drew the dumbfounded man down the corridor. “C’mon Sho-chan, let’s go to your room and leave them to it.”
Mutely, Sakurai could only follow.
Within Aiba’s room, the three remaining men knew nothing of these developments and were already talking amongst themselves. Ninomiya, who had been so strict with himself to treat Ohno as normal, was the first to question the oldest man’s sentiment. “What do you mean by that? I haven’t been any different around you at all. Except doing more fan-service with you, but you asked for that.”
Matsumoto nodded, echoing the magicians’ rebuttal. “I haven’t been weird around you either.”
Ohno refuted this strenuously. “You’ve been strange for months!” He argued, pointing an accusatory finger at the youngest man. “And we haven’t even had sex since New Years.”
Jun reddened. “Leader!” He began, trying to keep the man from saying unnecessary things. He was not exactly embarrassed, and Ninomiya already knew of their trysts, but he did not feel it needed to be announced like that.
Satoshi, however, had already turned his attention to the other man. “And you Nino…. You barely talk when we’re all gathered anymore. And it all started after you and I did it at your place.”
Kazunari flinched, bowing his head and covering his face with his hands and a painful groan. “Geez… thanks.” He muttered sarcastically as he prepared himself for Matsumoto’s inevitable outburst.
But no outburst came. Instead, after a moment of silence, Jun seemed to finally understand something. “…You thought I’d be mad?”
Peeking cringingly through his fingers, Ninomiya frowned uncertainly. “Aren’t you?”
“No.” Even as he made the denial, Matsumoto was amazed to realise that it was true. Although he did not fully understand it himself, the knowledge that Ninomiya had slept with the man he cared for did not upset him. Perhaps if it had been someone else - someone unknown to him - he might have felt differently, but as it was, he did not mind.
It seemed odd that Jun would accept it so easily; especially knowing that Ninomiya knew how he felt about their leader. Yet it was precisely this reason that made Matsumoto feel that it was all right. Ninomiya was a good friend and a person he could trust. The diminutive musician would not maliciously try to keep Satoshi from him and thus, any intimacy between the men would have been purely incidental: An incident bourn of lust and an extension of their friendship rather than an expression of deeper feelings.
Ohno, of course, could see no reason why this information might have negatively impacted the tall young man in the first place. “Why would Matsujun be mad?” He questioned Ninomiya simply. “It’s not like we’re dating or anything.”
“Leaders’ right.” Jun agreed firmly, responding to Kazunari’s quick glance of sympathy with a look that told the man he was fine. “But I do understand why you might think that.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. Because I’ve been worrying about the exact same thing ever since I slept with Masaki.”
All at once, Ninomiya’s whole body tensed and his expression became grim. “I’m gonna kill you….”
Matsumoto was startled by the sudden threat. “I thought you were over him!?” He blurted defensively.
The oldest man, confused over the by-play between his friends, latched on to Jun’s statement swiftly. “Over h-? AH! Nino… you like Aiba-chan!?”
The sharp gamer whirled in exasperation. “Liked! Past tense. I’m over it, OK!?” He yelled. At the same time he shot Matsumoto a quelling glare, warning the man not to say any more lest Ninomiya bring up a few things Jun did now what known to their leader. “And that is not the point.” He addressed the younger man darkly. “If you’ve done anything to mess things up for those two-”
“It’s not your job to baby-sit their relationship, Nino.” Jun interrupted, not unkindly. “Aiba-chan is an adult and perfectly capable of making his own choices. Besides… Sho-san already knows.”
“Eh?” Kazunari’s anger seemed to deflate at the shock of this new information. “He knows? …And he’s OK with it?”
“Yeah. I was surprised too, but it appears that the two of them have decided to have an… open relationship.”
“They’re swingers now!?” Ninomiya could not help the small, disbelieving laugh that the idea brought to him.
“Not quite.” Jun smiled. “I think it only applies to us; the other members of Arashi.”
Satoshi suddenly looked speculative. “Oh? Hm… interesting~.”
The two younger men turned slowly to regard the artist. “Oh-chan… you’re not actually thinking…?” Ninomiya sneered.
“What?” Ohno asked innocently. “Doesn’t it make you curious? You can’t help wondering about it after all.”
“Well maybe you can’t.” The gamer argued. “But I can.”
“But Nino~ If you like Aiba-chan, then that means-”
“No way!” He broke in sternly. “I am not going down that road again. Anyway, Sho-chan might be OK with it when it’s just a bit of fun, but I doubt he’d like it much if he found out someone else was seriously eyeing his boyfriend.”
Matsumoto agreed with Ninomiya’s assessment and then let out a small sigh of relief. “So we’ve both been worrying ourselves sick over nothing, huh?”
“And me.” Ohno pointed out. “You both had me worried too.” He pouted indignantly.
Ninomiya laughed. “Sorry Oh-chan. I guess we didn’t even realise we were causing trouble for everyone, right Matsujun?”
“Right. We must have really upset Aiba-chan if he went so far to call us in here to talk too.”
“Ah- now that you mention it….” The mordant Idol scanned the room suspiciously. “What’s taking those two so long?” After a moment of meaningful silence spent looking between each other doubtfully, something seemed to click for the men. “I’d better go look for them.” Spurred on by a creeping sense of foreboding, Ninomiya sped across the room to the door.
Placing his hand at the handle, the lever did not budge and the gamer froze. Matsumoto saw the man halted at the door. “What’s wrong?” He asked, although he already suspected the answer, and he was not happy about it.
“It’s locked.” The man muttered darkly.
Jun tutted in annoyance. “I’ll phone the front desk.” In just a few long strides he stopped at the table that should have housed the hotels’ telephone. “It’s gone…. He took the phone?”
Kazunari growled. “That moron.”
Satoshi, the only man not currently occupied with thoughts of escape or plans to maim their tallest friend, looked around uncertainly. “Aiba-chan locked us in?”
“That’s right.” Matsumoto confirmed.
“I see…. So~ when is he coming back to let us out?”
The prankster among them gave a bark of bitter laughter. “Ha! If I know Aiba-chan; he isn’t. He probably plans to spend the night with Sho-chan tonight while the rest of us are stuck here until morning.”
Jun gaped. “You’re kidding!?”
“I wish. Gah~ I don’t even have my DS or my cards…. The idiot didn’t have to take it that far.” As he was speaking, Ohno moved and began rifling though Masaki’s luggage. Seeing this, Ninomiya paused. “Leader, what are you doing?”
The artist shrugged. “You’ll get bored, right? Doesn’t Aiba-chan usually have a whole bunch of comics in his bag?”
“That’s not a bad idea Captain.” The gamer noted, coming forward to help the man search. Matsumoto followed, standing behind the pair and peering over their heads at the contents of the duffle.
At that moment, Ohno reached deep into a side pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “Huh?”
Ninomiya snatched the item from the older man quickly. “I knew he still had these!” He exclaimed in vindication.
Jun boggled. “They’re yours?”
“Uh-huh. I lent them to Aiba-chan months and months ago and never got them back.”
“But… why do you own a pair of handcuffs?”
“They were a prop from a drama set.” Kazunari explained. “When we finished filming, there was a whole bunch of stuff the director let us take home.”
“That doesn’t explain why you would take handcuffs of all things…”
Looking at his tall friend as if Jun had asked the most foolish question in history, Ninomiya answered very slowly. “They. Were. Free.” Then, in more normal tones, he added: “I never did find the keys for them though.”
The younger man considered this for a second. “Wait. So you lent a bondage device to Aiba-chan and didn’t give him the key to go with it?”
“He just said he wanted some handcuffs, not that they needed to be working. He never said what they were for.”
“Nino, you must have had some idea of why Aiba-chan would want to borrow something like that…”
The sly magician feigned indifference to comic effect. “Wasn’t interested.”
Straitening up, Ohno Satoshi abandoned his search through Aiba’s belongings. “I am.”
“Again!?” Matsumoto was smiling indulgently and holding back laughter as he chided the older man. “Is your brain always in the gutter?”
“Not really.” He defended himself. “I’m just curious.”
“So you keep saying.” The youngest man replied, sharing a smirk with Ninomiya in the process. “Ahh~ this is kind of bad.” He continued eventually, lowering himself to sit casually on the bed.
Kazunari met his eye. “What is?”
“The three of us. Being stuck here.” Jun clarified. “A homosexual, a bisexual and a… trisexual… all locked inside a room. It’s like a bad joke.”
Ninomiya was already chuckling to himself when their leader leaned towards him and whispered: “Nino, what’s a trisexual?”
He laughed harder at seeing Ohno’s confusion. “It means you’ll try anything sexual.” He supplied helpfully when he calmed himself down enough to form a complete sentence.
“Oh. OK. Well… I guess that’s true…”
“You’re not supposed to agree Oh-chan! Sheesh!” He meant it to sound stern, but his amusement could not be contained and Ninomiya dissolved into a serious fit of laughter, rolling back onto the floor and clutching his sides. It felt good to be having fun with his friends again and the weight he had been carrying was lifted from his shoulders.
Somehow, the unselfconscious honesty they were sharing so completely was more freeing than he ever would have believed. He would never admit it aloud, but Ninomiya was beginning to feel grateful that Aiba had trapped them together. But, just as the gamer began to enjoy his captivity, Matsumoto spoke over his friends’ fading mirth, looking at the clock with a sigh.
“We may as well go to bed.”
Kazunari was not thrilled at the prospect of turning in for the night when the night had barely moved past evening. “Eeeh!? But it’s still early.”
“It’s not like there’s anything better to do.” The young man countered.
Ohno, however, had other ideas. “We could go to bed and not sleep.” He suggested.
Both younger men spluttered somewhat at Ohno’s words, But Ninomiya was the first to form a coherent sentence. “A-are you suggesting that we-? All three of us!?” Nearly, coherent, at least.
“Why not? It’ll pass the time.” The eldest man shrugged. “And it’s been ages.”
In the silence that followed, Jun’s mind raced. He had been deliberately avoiding sex with Ohno ever since Ninomiya had warned him that he was only hurting himself, but he still loved the artist, and he was not sure how to feel about the man’s apparent indifference to casual sex. But then, Ohno had already made it clear that they were not dating, and Matsumoto had hardly been faithful in that regard anyway.
Reaching a decision within himself, Jun firmly pulled Satoshi’s arm to sit beside him on the bed and arched one brow at he other friend. “Well… it’s not like it’d be the first time for any of us.” He pointed out. “And over a month is a long time Nino.”
“How you know how long it’s been?” Kazunari asked evenly, folding his arms across his chest.
“I was talking about myself.” He replied with a half-smile, snaking his arm around Ohno’s shoulder. “So it’s the same for you, huh?”
“Shut up.” Ninomiya walked over to Ohno and swatted at the man’s knees. “Move over.”
The older man shuffled to the side, bumping into Jun on his right while the other man settled at his right. “So, does that mean you’re in?” He asked coquettishly. Matsumoto’s hand had already slipped beneath the collar of his shirt and the artist slid his palm over Ninomiya thigh instinctively as Jun’s fingertips brushed his skin.
“Only if you shut up Oh-chan.” And then, in an effort to silence the man personally, Ninomiya kissed him. It was long and messy; almost animalistic in the way the younger man hungrily consumed Ohno’s hot mouth while Jun rubbed at Ohno’s lap, stroking him through the cloth and making him squirm.
When Kazunari finally broke the slick kiss, Ohno’s eyes were glazed, his breathing shallow, and there was a definite bulge growing beneath Jun’s palm. “Uhhh~ I could get used to this….”
The gamer turned to meet Matsumoto’s gaze significantly. “He’s still talking...” He noted coolly.
“Hm~ he’s still dressed too. Maybe we should take care of that first?”
“Good idea.”
With perfect teamwork and timing the two younger men soon had their leader unclothed and right where they wanted him. In sort order, all three men were a naked, heaving tangle of limbs upon the bed.
Matsumoto was at the bottom of the sweaty heap, with Ohno pinned atop him by the weight of Ninomiya leaning over the artists’ back to fist the man’s cock. Even as Ohno swapped spit with the youngest man, he moved against the hand at his flesh, grinding into Jun’s hip as the same time.
Tugging at the short hairs at the back of Ohno’s neck, Matsumoto pulled the man away from his lips. “Fuck Leader, I need to breathe!” He reminded him sharply.
Ohno was just as breathless as he ducked his head in silent apology and slid down the length of Jun’s torso. The action put his mouth mere millimetres away from Jun’s cock and backed himself more firmly against the curve of Ninomiya’s body. While Satoshi wrapped his lips around Jun’s foreskin, Nino took he lube that he had stolen from Aiba’s luggage earlier and entered the older man with one blunt finger.
Instinctively, Ohno locked his jaw against the initial intrusion and Matsumoto bit back a curse. Ninomiya curled his finger in Ohno’s tight ass and managed a snide laugh as he peered over Ohno’s back at the other man. “Oops… did he bite?” He asked, with a touch of smugness.
Jun’s eyes held a dangerous gleam as he stared the man down. “He wouldn’t dare.” He countered darkly; the effect spoiled somewhat by the hoarse edge to his voice. “…He knows I’d make him suffer for it la-later.” He stumbled on the last word as Ohno took more of his cock into his mouth and drew hard on the susceptible flesh.
Kazunari smirked. Pressing inside their leader with more force, he used his other hand to part the cheeks of Ohno’s ass to slip a second finger inside and thrust faster. Ohno moaned around Matsumoto’s erection, his breath hot even against Jun’s moist skin, and both men shuddered for separate, but related, reasons. Then the artist was back to devouring Jun’s meat like a rare delicacy and backing into Ninomiya’s probing thrusts roughly.
Matsumoto could not have looked away from the sight before him for anything. Watching the smooth cheeks of his leader hollow as the man sucked on his dick and seeing Ninomiya bite down on Ohno’s shoulder as he braced himself to enter the artist fully, Jun’s whole body teemed with lust. Base, carnal need had him driving into the hot well of Ohno’s mouth and raking his fingers at the man’s back.
The gamer too, was fighting to keep himself under control. As he slipped, hot and heavy, into the tight grip of Ohno’s ass, and a bead of sweat ran into his eye, making his squint, he watched Jun closely. Matsumoto’s head fell back against the pillows and his breath hitched in his chest, his body tense and trembling, and Ninomiya abandoned all hope of holding back. Palming Ohno’s hip he sunk deep into the man with fevered desperation.
With Ninomiya pounding into him and Jun’s thick shaft throbbing under his tongue, Ohno was not far from his limit either. But, wanting to see both his friends satisfied, he held back - working Jun faster and deliberately clamping down around Kazunari’s straining flesh.
That was when Ninomiya lost it. His blood thundered in his ears and sparks flashed behind his eyes as his climax tore through him. He cried out in a broken shudder as he spilled his seed inside his leader. “Oh- Oh…~” It might have been an attempt at Ohno’s name, or it might have been something else entirely, but for a few tense seconds, it was the only sound that Ninomiya could force from his throat.
Then it was over and the sharp-witted Idol could breathe again. “Shit Oh-chan, take it easy next time.” His voice was harsh, but he had already begun to fist Satoshi’s erection in earnest as he scolded the man. “You nearly fucking broke something.”
Too occupied with other matters to do much else, Ohno just gave a small shrug, and Matsumoto would have laughed had he not been so close to the edge himself. As it was, Ninomiya got his revenge soon after by sending their leader into spasms of release. The quiet Idol was forced to break away from the youngest man with a surprised grunt as his muscles tightened and quivered and Ninomiya milked the fluid from his body.
But even as the aftershocks still shook over him, the older man returned to his place at Matsumoto’s thighs to give the man the final push. It did not take much; Jun was more than ready to explode with desire. And explode he did - shooting a hot arch of viscous white liquid into Ohno’s mouth. Ohno did not gag when the fluid hit the back of his throat; he simply drew out every last drop that he could, and swallowed.
It was all Matsumoto could do burn the image into his mind as vision went dark and he fell limp upon the mattress with a drawn out groan. “…I think I just lost to Ohno-kun.” He remarked dryly to Ninomiya.
“Don’t feel bad Jun-chan,” The gamer responded in kind. “At least it kept him quiet.” Satoshi sat up then, looking tired but smug, and opened his mouth to speak. Before he could utter a sound, however, Ninomiya forestalled him swiftly. “And if you even think about saying ‘yum’, I will beat you.”
The older man closed his mouth so quickly his teeth actually clicked. “Spoilsport.” He pouted.
* * *
Later that night, the three men were squashed together in the bed, but only one of their number actually slept. With the slumbering form of their leader laid between them, Ninomiya and Matsumoto conversed quietly. They kept their voices low but neither man was overly concerned about waking their friend; Ohno was dead to the world.
“Hey, Matsujun?” Ninomiya whispered. “Not that I’m complaining or anything, but what were you thinking when you agreed to this?”
“That it would be easier.” Jun answered seriously. “I don’t know… Whenever it’s just me and Leader….. Deep down, I think I’m always hoping that he’ll tell me he loves me or something. With you here though, I wasn’t thinking about it - I just wanted a good time without feeling like shit afterwards…. Pretty stupid, huh?”
“Yeah it is.” He concurred, but not without a measure of understanding. “So, did it work?”
Matsumoto smiled in the dark. “Yeah. It did.”
“Good.” Then, smirking to himself, he added snidely: “Jun-chan, I love you.”
Without missing a beat, the younger man replied: “Nino, are you planning to sleep at any point tonight?”
“Probably not. Why?”
“Too bad. It’s a lot harder to smother a person while they’re awake.”
Ninomiya just chuckled, deep and low.
To be continued…
HERE
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Yeah… This got reeeally long.
Oh well.
And now we're back to where this story started in the first place: With Nino still keeping the truth from Aiba-chan and Jun hiding his real feelings from Ohno. But at least they’re all getting along and they’ll never be bored again. That’s Leader’s Guarantee! XDDD
The next chapter will be posted on: Tuesday 9th March.*UPDATED* If you want to keep track of this story (and all my other works,) check out my master post [ HERE] I’ll keep it updated with any new information.
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