Fic ~ Captain, My Captain....
Ah, another Tuesday, another update. Now, I had to type this one up quite quickly do to things going on in my life at the moment, so I have literally only just finished typing it. So I haven’t been able to check for typos as much as I usually would; if you spot anything glaring, let me know, OK? In actual story related news, this chapter deals with Ohno, and gives you a bit of an insight into what he’s been thinking all this time.
Chapter Specific Warning: More of the dominating dirty stuff.
Title: Recoil (Chapter Eight ~ Trials)
Series Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/Smut
Characters: Arashi
Word Count: 4,300
Type: Multi-Chapter/Series
Summary: Just because things are back to normal doesn’t mean that things are perfect, and Ohno makes it his mission to find out how to make Arashi better than it ever was before.
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
Chapter Seven - Triune - HERE
Recoil
Chapter Eight ~ Trials
Ohno Satoshi woke up much earlier than usual that morning, feeling refreshed. Climbing over his friends to clamour out of bed, the artist washed and dressed just as dawn was breaking. The man was moving towards the door when the first rays of morning sunlight peeks through the blinds into the room and Matsumoto stirred.
Turning beneath the blankets stiffly with his eyes squinting against the light, Jun’s voice with thick with sleep as he spoke to the older man. “What the-? Why are you awake that this ridiculous hour Leader?”
“Can’t help it.” Ohno shrugged. “We did have an early night.”
The younger man yawned, scrubbing his hand over his face and trying the wake himself up. “You had an early night - Nino kept me up for ages after you passed out. Besides, there’s no point in getting up now anyway.”
“There isn’t?”
“No. The door is locked, remember? We’ll have to wait for Aiba-chan to come get us.”
“Oh.” Satoshi reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a rectangular device about the size of his palm. “I was thinking that I’d just call my manager and have him get a spare key or something.”
Suddenly Matsumoto was wide awake as he stared in disbelief at the petite man. “Ohno-kun… you’ve had your cell phone this whole time?”
“Yeah. So?”
“So we could have gotten out of here last night!”
Before Ohno could respond, Ninomiya spoke groggily into his pillow. “Too noisy~” He complained, burrowing deeper into the warmth of the quilt. “I’m trying to sleep here.”
Matsumoto sat up and pushed the covers away from himself. “But Nino, he had his phone all along and never even told us-”
“You never asked.” The oldest man defended himself.
“It should be obvious Leader.” Jun pointed out. On the face of it, it might have appeared that the men were arguing, but they both knew there was no really anger in their bickering. It was just banter disguised as snide comments and indignation and it was proof of how comfortable they were with each other once more. “I said I wanted to call the front desk, didn’t I?”
Ninomiya however, did not have the patience for such early morning silliness. “It doesn’t matter now.” He said decisively. “And it’s not like we didn’t make the most of it. Now both of you can go away and let me get some damn sleep.”
It was a further thirty minutes before Ohno’s manager arrived and the older man was able to leave. In that time, Matsumoto had gotten dressed and the pair straightened up the room somewhat. The taller man even went so far as to fold Ninomiya’s discarded clothes and placed them neatly atop the dresser. Then they left the gamer to sleep in and returned separately to their own rooms to start the day properly.
Later, when all five members of Arashi assembled in the lobby and waited for their transport to the concert venue, not one of them thought to bring up Aiba’s ill-conceived stunt. But even in the short time they spent waiting in the foyer, the improvement was self-evident anyway. With the group dynamics restored, no one felt it was necessary to acknowledge how bad it had become before.
So the mid-morning rehearsal went by smoothly, and Ohno was pleased that everyone seemed to be in high spirits. The five friends laughed and played together while they checked choreography, confirmed music cues and explored the layout backstage. It was as if the entire misunderstanding had never taken place and everything was normal.
It was then, however, that the reluctant leader became aware of something he had failed to notice before. Having recently learned of the feelings Ninomiya harboured for the tallest member, Ohno began to see the gamer in a different light. All the little gestures and mannerisms that Kazunari displayed around the bubbly man suddenly took on a whole new meaning for Satoshi as he saw the pair interact.
From this new perspective, the oldest man could see that, while everything was back to normal, the way that things had always been was not necessarily perfect either. He knew that there was nothing he could do and he had no desire to meddle, but it made him think. It made Satoshi consider the nature of the relationships within his group and question exactly what love was. And it gave him pause when he realised that he had no answer for that question.
But Ninomiya dealt with his issues privately, and would not take kindly to the artist’s limited insight anyway, so the point was moot. For now, Ohno had to content himself with the fact that his friends and colleagues were happy with the way things were - or at least coping.
And that night, the success of the concert effectively put paid to the rumours of unrest as the men clearly enjoyed being together on stage. Running high on adrenaline, the men answered so many encores that they had to be stopped from returning to the stage a sixth time by the weary production staff. They were still giddy when they went out to eat afterwards and only grew more rambunctious as the alcohol flowed and the night wore on.
By the time they returned to the hotel, it was the early hours of the morning and the Idols had to be coerced by their management to turn in for the night. As relieved as the staff were to see Arashi so close once more, the men did still have work the next day, after all. Finally, the celebrity friends gave in and bade each other goodnight as they went calmly to their rooms.
Ohno was relaxing, laid out on the floor beside his bed and staring at the ceiling, after the events of a long day. He was busy willing the room to stop spinning when there was a gentle tapping at the door. “Yeah?” He called out in greeting, too lazy to move. “It’s open.”
The door opened slowly, and Sakurai Sho peeked around the wooden panel to meet Ohno’s gaze with a careful smile. “Ohno-kun, have you got a minute?”
“Uh-huh.” Satoshi braced himself up by his elbows as he replied. “Come in.”
“Thanks.” Barefoot, Sakurai let the door shut behind him and padded over to his friend and sat on the floor next to the man. “I just wanted to say that I’m glad you guys were able to sort everything out.” He explained sincerely, absently patting Ohno’s shoulder proudly. “Whatever the cause, it’s good to see you guys having fun again.”
Ohno brushed off the sentiment easily. “Nah, it was only a little misunderstanding.” He informed the conscientious news caster. “We cleared it up in just a few minutes. There wasn’t really any need to lock us in….”
“Sorry. That was Aiba-chan’s idea. Or mine. But Aiba-chan was the one who did it.”
“It doesn’t matter. We just spent the rest of the night being perverted.”
Sakurai chuckled, thinking that Satoshi was speaking figuratively and utterly clueless to the frank nature of his description. “A misunderstanding, huh? Isn’t that a bit of an understatement?” He asked.
“No, not really. I don’t really get it, but it was something about Matsujun doing it was Aiba-chan and ah-!” The older man stopped himself suddenly, shooting the rapper a guarded look. “Um… you know about that, right? It’s OK, right?”
“Mm… it’s fine.” Sho responded doubtfully. “…he didn’t need to jump into bed with another member quite so quickly though….” The man muttered, referring to the speed with which Aiba had acted upon their agreement.
“Wisely, Ohno chose to ignore that remark and picked up where he had left off. “Anyway, Jun-kun thought that Nino would was angry because he likes Aiba-chan, or something.”
“Wh-” Sakurai pulled up short; he had heard the artist perfectly and there was no point in asking the man to repeat himself. Besides, the smaller man would know no more beyond what he had already said. If Sakurai wanted further answers, he would have to confront Ninomiya directly at a later date. Instead, the caster changed the question smoothly. “What about you and Matsumoto-kun? How did things work out for you?”
“Eh? What do you mean?” Ohno was confused by the question. While the hesitant leader did have vague concerns regarding Matsumoto, he considered them separate from the recent trouble. “Is there something wrong with us?”
The rapper had hoped that Jun would have taken the opportunity to come clean with Ohno, but realising that that was not the case, Sho side-stepped the topic. “No, nothing. Never mind. I’m just happy that the three of you are alright now.”
“Uh, you know Sho-kun… can I ask you something?”
“Of course. Go ahead.”
Satoshi thought hard to come up with the right words to voice the problem that had been bothering him for some time. With everything that had happened lately, the question had become more important to him, and the man felt he needed the insight of his intelligent friend. “How do you do it? How do you like one member more than the rest? Even though we’ve all been together for so long….”
Sakurai was taken aback by the philosophical nature of the enquiry, but replied as honestly as he could. “I don’t think of it quite like that Satoshi-kun. When I think about everyone as members of Arashi, as my friends and colleagues, I see you all the same - even Masaki. And within that, I love you all. It’s only when I think outside of that, as a person away from work and in my private life, I think of Aiba-chan just a little bit differently. It doesn’t mean I like him any more, or that I like you guys any less. Do you understand?”
Ohno shook his head. “I’m not sure… I don’t think I even understand what ‘love’ is in the first place.”
“Haven’t you ever been in love Leader?” For some reason, Sakurai was surprised by this, yet somehow, it did make sense for Ohno to be slight naïve in these matters.
“Well, I thought I was once….” The older man admitted with a casual shrug. “But I was rejected. Ah, it was for the best though.”
“How?”
“Because I released afterwards that I was wrong.” He explained. “Besides, you were still underage anyway.”
“ME!?” The muscular young Idol spluttered in shock. He tried to say more but found it difficult to get his vocal cords around more than an incoherent gargle.
The other man continued calmly, as if he had not noticed Sakurai’s astonishment. “It wasn’t long after we debuted so I didn’t know everyone like I do now. You were the one I knew most and liked best, so I thought that meant I loved you. But then… well, everyone started to get close and I realised that I like everyone just the same. So I guess I was just confused, huh, and I’ve never actually been in love.”
Smiling slightly and reassured by Ohno’s explanation, Sho ruffled the man’s spiky hair fondly. “Either that, or you just happened to slowly fall for all four of us.” He joked lightly.
The artist, however, took his friends’ words at face value and considered them seriously. Was it possible that he had been in love and simply did not recognise it? It was hard to tell because Ohno had no frame of reference. Because he had always assumed that a person could only love one other, he would not have seen his feelings for the other members as anything other than a deep bond of friendship. More than ever, Satoshi felt like he needed to recognize the difference between love, friendship, admiration, affection and lust, or whether there was a difference at all.
But as a silence fell over the pair, Ohno showed no sigh on in inner turmoil until Sakurai shifted slightly, making ready to leave. “Sho-kun, wait.” His hand reached out quickly, holding Sakurai at the arm and keep the man in place while he sat up to regard his friend. “There’s something I want to try.” The younger man paused; looking to Ohno expectantly his silence was the only agreement that the artist needed.
Carefully, Satoshi cupped his fingers under Sho’s chin and moved in close to brush his lips over the other man’s. The gentle kiss was sweet and chaste and all too fleeting before Ohno pulled back and looked to his friend with a pleased gleam in his eyes. “You didn’t run away…?” He noted in quiet, happy wonderment.
“I’m not nineteen anymore Ohno-kun.” The rapper responded evenly, despite the fact that his heart was pumping so fast he thought it might break his chest. “And you were drunk back then - really, really drunk - I had no idea that you were serious.”
“It was the only part of that night I could even remember the next morning.” Ohno confessed with a small, self-effacing smile. “I probably shouldn’t have pounced on you like that anyway….”
“Ohno-kun-”
“But I always kind of wondered what would have happened if you hadn’t told me to stop messing around and then run back to your room.”
Sakurai swallowed, his adams-apple bobbing at his throat as he bit gently at his bottom lip and held Satoshi’s gaze steadily. “You know, Ohno-kun,” He began, his voice barely more than a murmur. “I’m not running away now.”
Although his breath caught in his chest, Ohno did not back away from the situation created by the rappers statement. Understanding his intent and grasping Sho’s tactic permission, the older man smiled slowly. Neither man spoke as Sakurai held himself still and Ohno leaned in for a second kiss.
Braver this time, Ohno slotted their mouths together perfectly; running his tongue along the inside of Sakurai’s parted lips. The caster met him and tried to draw the artist deeper, but Ohno did not comply, choosing instead to go at his own pace. He tasted the mint of Sho’s toothpaste, cool against his tongue, as their breath mingled and the flavour was washed away by the kiss. And Ohno kept up his teasing exploration until Sakurai took him by the shoulders with a groan and forced Ohno to take him seriously.
Their tongues met, sliding over one another slick and hot, in a battle for control. But it did not matter who won; they both knew the outcome would be the same - and just as satisfying - either way.
Then Sakurai moved his palms along Ohno’s strong shoulders and framed the man’s face with his hands. Running the pad of his thumb gently over Satoshi’s swollen pink lips, he felt the breathy sight the artist gave more than he heard it. In response, he met his leaders’ heated gaze and whisper lowly, every breath caressing Ohno’s skin and making him quiver. “Tell me Satoshi-kun… what would you have done back then if I had let it get this far?”
The smaller man was visibly shaken by the question and had to close his eyes for a moment at the surge of images his mind summoned. “I- I wasn’t really thinking about it at the time.” He managed at length as blood raced through his veins and settled in places that made it difficult to sit still.
“Well, now’s your chance.” Sho murmured, the deep timbre of his voice sending an additional coil of warmth along Ohno’s twitching nerves. “Tell me what you want Leader, and I’ll do it.”
Unconsciously licking his lip, the older man had to clear his throat in order to work the words past the lump that appeared there. When he did speak, however, it was gruff and too the point: “Take them off.” He commanded, gesturing vaguely towards Sakurai’s clothing. Even as the man nodded and started to undress himself, Ohno could not wait and quickly moved forward to expedite the process.
And when Sho was down to his boxers, Satoshi paused to rake his eyes hotly over the sight that the younger man presented. He watched the play of light over Sakurai’s well defined chest, following the smooth glide of muscle as the man breathed deliberately slow and deep. He mapped the sharp angles of the rapper waist and hips, tracking the line of his pelvic bone until it vanished beneath cloth.
He saw too, the casters rising excitement, and shuffled closer to his friend. Placing himself neatly in the space between Sakurai’s out-stretched legs; he smoothed his palms over his torso. Sho’s skin was like velvet draped around steel, warm under his touch and inviting further attention. He pressed his lips to the hollow of the younger man’s throat, breathing in the fragrance of soap and the scent of arousal. With the tip of his tongue he tasted the faint salt of his skin and felt Sakurai’s pulse jump with the action.
The rapper let out a thick moan; every nerve of his body seemed to burn with electricity and his muscles trembled in anticipation. Holding fast to the cotton of Ohno’s top, Sho rolled his hips to press against the older man. “Satoshi… aren’t you going to take this off?” He asked roughly, fingers bunching in the fabric of the artists’ shirt indicatively.
Ohno shook his head, skimming his hands down to the waistband of Sho’s boxers. “Don’t wanna…” He mumbled simply, hooking his fingers at the elastic and drawing the article down leisurely. “It’s fine like this.”
Even as Sakurai shifted his weight to facilitate the other man in freeing his straining flesh, the caster felt his mouth suddenly becoming dry. The thought of being completely naked and subject to Ohno’s whim stole the very air from his lungs. He wondered if Satoshi knew just how much power he would wield by claiming him this way, or if the man was acting on some suppressed need. By staying in his clothes as he stripped Sakurai of his dignity both literally and figuratively, he was enforcing his dominance.
It was an unconscious display of control, and one that Sho had only ever used on Masaki at times when his was feeling particularly possessive. Yet, despite his misgivings, Sho could not deny that that the prospect of being manipulated so thoroughly by the usually easy-going man excited him.
But Ohno was not thinking about control as he wrapped his hand around Sakurai’s full shaft. He was only thinking about how good the man felt in his palm and how he could be so hard and still feel so soft. Gliding along the flesh, Ohno handled him with the same deft skill he used when moulding clay. And he truly did treat the task like a work of art; tracing the lines and ridges carefully before thumbing the tip boldly.
“O-Ohno…” Sho felt as if his body was alight; his blood liquid fire in his veins, and he was consumed by it. “Satoshi… please, I want to touch you.” He groaned lustfully.
The older man paused, sitting back slowly and regarding the man thoughtfully. Then he unzipped his fly, stoking the flames of the rappers desire as he drew himself out. Taking Sho’s wrist he lead the younger man’s hand to his lap; allowing Sakurai to touch him, but only on his terms.
“Hey, Sho-kun?” He began his voice deceptively normal. Unable - and unwilling - to break the spell he was under, Sakurai could only meet his eyes and wait for the man to finish speaking. And as Ohno continued and breathed his next words, his expression was impossible to read. “I’m… Leader… right?” He asked, the question spilling from his lips in a challenging whisper.
Deep down, the younger man knew that Ohno was asking his permission to do as he pleased, but Sakurai had had enough. Hanging onto his restraint by a thread, Sho pressed his torso flush against the column of Ohno’s body. “You’re Leader-” He confirmed, stressing the title hoarsely, rocking into the man, and his erection bumping low at Satoshi’s abdomen, tacky against the small strip of bare skin there. “But if you don’t do something about this soon, I’ll take over and do it myself.” He growled warningly as he reached the end of his patience.
The artist instinctively moved with Sakurai’s swaying rhythm, even as he replied evenly. “Don’t rush me…”
“Ohno-kun~!” Sakurai cried out in a plaintive moan. He knew that the other man did not mean to be cruel but the pressure building at Sho’s thighs was almost painful in its intensity. Desperate and craving relief, he needed his leader in that moment in a way that had nothing to do with pop music and everything to do with the rising crescendo of his passion.
And it was disconcerting to realise that he was being affected by the situation much more than his older friend. It was not that Ohno was completely unmoved, just that he seemed perfectly content to drive Sakurai to insanity before he took care of himself.
But that was not what the academic Idol wanted. If he was losing his mind to lust then he did not want to be alone in his madness - he wanted Ohno to experience the same intoxicating mindlessness that he did. He wanted Ohno to understand what he had meant when he had talked about loving everyone equally: That it also meant Sakurai would do anything to make sure it stayed that way. And if the only way to show that man was to rob Satoshi of his composure as the caster his been robed of his, then so be it.
Sho pushed away from the man and jumped to his feet so swiftly that Ohno reeled. While the young man took a second to put a bit of distance between them and calm himself down, Ohno rose slowly, looking lost. “…Sho-kun, is somethi-”
He never got to finish as Sakurai acted in that instant. He closed the gap between then, knocking into Ohno’s body and driving he backwards to the bed. Roughly, he pushed the other man to the mattress and followed him down to press a crushing kiss to his lips. He kissed the man hard, so that Ohno was too busy to complain even had he wanted to, and was not satisfied until the smaller man groaned shamelessly into his mouth. Then Sho slid down the man to settle at his lap and, nosing away obstructing fabric, he tasted Satoshi’s taut length.
The artist gasped; the sound changing into a low moan as he laced his fingers through Sakurai’s thick hair and the man took him deeper. As the younger man worked over his shaft, hot and wet, Ohno willed his eyes to stay open. As much as he wanted to close them and surrender himself to the sensations coursing through him, he also did not was to look away for a second. It was the sight - as much as the action - of Sakurai resting between his legs and swallowing him, that Ohno found unexpectedly erotic.
For Ohno, sex had always been a simple matter, it was fun, or hot, or both; he had never felt anything more complicated than basic human desire in the pursuit of pleasure before. And although he knew it was not the same with everyone else, it had never concerned him to care who his partner was, as long as both parties had a good time.
But as Sakurai drew on his throbbing shaft and the rush of blood made him dizzy, the older man reconsidered. Something that the caster had said earlier resonated within him, along with his arousal, and made him reassess his values. Could it be that it might feel even better if he allowed himself to think beyond his instinctive carnal needs?
When he did think about the fact that it was Sakurai - his friend, his colleague and the most respectable man he knew - who was currently sucking at his rigid flesh, Ohno nearly lost it. Gasping and feeling himself tighten further, he twisted slightly, pushing the younger man from his lap. “Sho… come here…” He panted, drawing the man up and slanting his mouth to the other man’s. Ohno kissed his friend thoroughly, until he could no longer taste himself on Sakurai’s tongue, and stroked the man’s excited length purposefully.
Hands fumbling, the rapper returned the favour, fisting Ohno’s saliva slicked erection as they moved against one another. While their need grew and both men struggled towards completion, they lost all sense of rhythm or finesse; bucking blindly, clinging wildly to each other and the last vestiges of their strength.
Sakurai thrust into Ohno’s palm and rested his forehead on the man’s shoulder, eyes screwed shut in concentration. “Sa- Satoshi… you ah- you….” He gave up; unsure what he was trying to say but needing to speak his leaders’ name for some reason anyway.
Then the artist tensed, Sho’s name spilling from his own lips and his released spilled over them both. “Uhn! Sho~” His muscles tightened and his breath hitched in his chest as Sakurai jerked the last dregs of pleasure from the man.
Eventually, Ohno sank back to reality with Sho murmuring close to his ear. “I’m nearly… just- ah, a little… more.”
“Sho-kun,” Shrugging back to force the rapper to look at him, Satoshi adjusted his grip and tugged at the flesh determinedly. “I want to see.” He explained huskily, holding the man’s gaze.
It did not take long - with the older man pulling fast and firm on his shaft and staring right through to his soul - and Sakurai shook with his own orgasm. Clutching at Ohno’s shoulders, he let the older man lead him through the storm of raging sensations. And while the artist stoked him gently, bringing him back to himself slowly, Sho sighed.
Disregarding the mess of fluid rapidly cooling against his skin, Sakurai curled his arms about Satoshi’s neck, dropping a lingering kiss to the man’s lips. “Ohno-kun…?”
Ohno smiled, placing his hands naturally at Sakurai’s hips and holding his friend there. “I think I understand something now.” He stated without further explanation. Sakurai, however, did not need the man to elaborate; he knew.
To be continued…
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Whew~ I don’t even know what to say anymore….
Yama-pair are and interesting duo to write. XD I feel like I should be apologising for the lack of penetration though. LOL. Oh well, you guys don’t mind, do you?
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Chapter Specific Warning: More of the dominating dirty stuff.
Title: Recoil (Chapter Eight ~ Trials)
Series Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/Smut
Characters: Arashi
Word Count: 4,300
Type: Multi-Chapter/Series
Summary: Just because things are back to normal doesn’t mean that things are perfect, and Ohno makes it his mission to find out how to make Arashi better than it ever was before.
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
Chapter Seven - Triune - HERE
Recoil
Chapter Eight ~ Trials
Ohno Satoshi woke up much earlier than usual that morning, feeling refreshed. Climbing over his friends to clamour out of bed, the artist washed and dressed just as dawn was breaking. The man was moving towards the door when the first rays of morning sunlight peeks through the blinds into the room and Matsumoto stirred.
Turning beneath the blankets stiffly with his eyes squinting against the light, Jun’s voice with thick with sleep as he spoke to the older man. “What the-? Why are you awake that this ridiculous hour Leader?”
“Can’t help it.” Ohno shrugged. “We did have an early night.”
The younger man yawned, scrubbing his hand over his face and trying the wake himself up. “You had an early night - Nino kept me up for ages after you passed out. Besides, there’s no point in getting up now anyway.”
“There isn’t?”
“No. The door is locked, remember? We’ll have to wait for Aiba-chan to come get us.”
“Oh.” Satoshi reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a rectangular device about the size of his palm. “I was thinking that I’d just call my manager and have him get a spare key or something.”
Suddenly Matsumoto was wide awake as he stared in disbelief at the petite man. “Ohno-kun… you’ve had your cell phone this whole time?”
“Yeah. So?”
“So we could have gotten out of here last night!”
Before Ohno could respond, Ninomiya spoke groggily into his pillow. “Too noisy~” He complained, burrowing deeper into the warmth of the quilt. “I’m trying to sleep here.”
Matsumoto sat up and pushed the covers away from himself. “But Nino, he had his phone all along and never even told us-”
“You never asked.” The oldest man defended himself.
“It should be obvious Leader.” Jun pointed out. On the face of it, it might have appeared that the men were arguing, but they both knew there was no really anger in their bickering. It was just banter disguised as snide comments and indignation and it was proof of how comfortable they were with each other once more. “I said I wanted to call the front desk, didn’t I?”
Ninomiya however, did not have the patience for such early morning silliness. “It doesn’t matter now.” He said decisively. “And it’s not like we didn’t make the most of it. Now both of you can go away and let me get some damn sleep.”
It was a further thirty minutes before Ohno’s manager arrived and the older man was able to leave. In that time, Matsumoto had gotten dressed and the pair straightened up the room somewhat. The taller man even went so far as to fold Ninomiya’s discarded clothes and placed them neatly atop the dresser. Then they left the gamer to sleep in and returned separately to their own rooms to start the day properly.
Later, when all five members of Arashi assembled in the lobby and waited for their transport to the concert venue, not one of them thought to bring up Aiba’s ill-conceived stunt. But even in the short time they spent waiting in the foyer, the improvement was self-evident anyway. With the group dynamics restored, no one felt it was necessary to acknowledge how bad it had become before.
So the mid-morning rehearsal went by smoothly, and Ohno was pleased that everyone seemed to be in high spirits. The five friends laughed and played together while they checked choreography, confirmed music cues and explored the layout backstage. It was as if the entire misunderstanding had never taken place and everything was normal.
It was then, however, that the reluctant leader became aware of something he had failed to notice before. Having recently learned of the feelings Ninomiya harboured for the tallest member, Ohno began to see the gamer in a different light. All the little gestures and mannerisms that Kazunari displayed around the bubbly man suddenly took on a whole new meaning for Satoshi as he saw the pair interact.
From this new perspective, the oldest man could see that, while everything was back to normal, the way that things had always been was not necessarily perfect either. He knew that there was nothing he could do and he had no desire to meddle, but it made him think. It made Satoshi consider the nature of the relationships within his group and question exactly what love was. And it gave him pause when he realised that he had no answer for that question.
But Ninomiya dealt with his issues privately, and would not take kindly to the artist’s limited insight anyway, so the point was moot. For now, Ohno had to content himself with the fact that his friends and colleagues were happy with the way things were - or at least coping.
And that night, the success of the concert effectively put paid to the rumours of unrest as the men clearly enjoyed being together on stage. Running high on adrenaline, the men answered so many encores that they had to be stopped from returning to the stage a sixth time by the weary production staff. They were still giddy when they went out to eat afterwards and only grew more rambunctious as the alcohol flowed and the night wore on.
By the time they returned to the hotel, it was the early hours of the morning and the Idols had to be coerced by their management to turn in for the night. As relieved as the staff were to see Arashi so close once more, the men did still have work the next day, after all. Finally, the celebrity friends gave in and bade each other goodnight as they went calmly to their rooms.
Ohno was relaxing, laid out on the floor beside his bed and staring at the ceiling, after the events of a long day. He was busy willing the room to stop spinning when there was a gentle tapping at the door. “Yeah?” He called out in greeting, too lazy to move. “It’s open.”
The door opened slowly, and Sakurai Sho peeked around the wooden panel to meet Ohno’s gaze with a careful smile. “Ohno-kun, have you got a minute?”
“Uh-huh.” Satoshi braced himself up by his elbows as he replied. “Come in.”
“Thanks.” Barefoot, Sakurai let the door shut behind him and padded over to his friend and sat on the floor next to the man. “I just wanted to say that I’m glad you guys were able to sort everything out.” He explained sincerely, absently patting Ohno’s shoulder proudly. “Whatever the cause, it’s good to see you guys having fun again.”
Ohno brushed off the sentiment easily. “Nah, it was only a little misunderstanding.” He informed the conscientious news caster. “We cleared it up in just a few minutes. There wasn’t really any need to lock us in….”
“Sorry. That was Aiba-chan’s idea. Or mine. But Aiba-chan was the one who did it.”
“It doesn’t matter. We just spent the rest of the night being perverted.”
Sakurai chuckled, thinking that Satoshi was speaking figuratively and utterly clueless to the frank nature of his description. “A misunderstanding, huh? Isn’t that a bit of an understatement?” He asked.
“No, not really. I don’t really get it, but it was something about Matsujun doing it was Aiba-chan and ah-!” The older man stopped himself suddenly, shooting the rapper a guarded look. “Um… you know about that, right? It’s OK, right?”
“Mm… it’s fine.” Sho responded doubtfully. “…he didn’t need to jump into bed with another member quite so quickly though….” The man muttered, referring to the speed with which Aiba had acted upon their agreement.
“Wisely, Ohno chose to ignore that remark and picked up where he had left off. “Anyway, Jun-kun thought that Nino would was angry because he likes Aiba-chan, or something.”
“Wh-” Sakurai pulled up short; he had heard the artist perfectly and there was no point in asking the man to repeat himself. Besides, the smaller man would know no more beyond what he had already said. If Sakurai wanted further answers, he would have to confront Ninomiya directly at a later date. Instead, the caster changed the question smoothly. “What about you and Matsumoto-kun? How did things work out for you?”
“Eh? What do you mean?” Ohno was confused by the question. While the hesitant leader did have vague concerns regarding Matsumoto, he considered them separate from the recent trouble. “Is there something wrong with us?”
The rapper had hoped that Jun would have taken the opportunity to come clean with Ohno, but realising that that was not the case, Sho side-stepped the topic. “No, nothing. Never mind. I’m just happy that the three of you are alright now.”
“Uh, you know Sho-kun… can I ask you something?”
“Of course. Go ahead.”
Satoshi thought hard to come up with the right words to voice the problem that had been bothering him for some time. With everything that had happened lately, the question had become more important to him, and the man felt he needed the insight of his intelligent friend. “How do you do it? How do you like one member more than the rest? Even though we’ve all been together for so long….”
Sakurai was taken aback by the philosophical nature of the enquiry, but replied as honestly as he could. “I don’t think of it quite like that Satoshi-kun. When I think about everyone as members of Arashi, as my friends and colleagues, I see you all the same - even Masaki. And within that, I love you all. It’s only when I think outside of that, as a person away from work and in my private life, I think of Aiba-chan just a little bit differently. It doesn’t mean I like him any more, or that I like you guys any less. Do you understand?”
Ohno shook his head. “I’m not sure… I don’t think I even understand what ‘love’ is in the first place.”
“Haven’t you ever been in love Leader?” For some reason, Sakurai was surprised by this, yet somehow, it did make sense for Ohno to be slight naïve in these matters.
“Well, I thought I was once….” The older man admitted with a casual shrug. “But I was rejected. Ah, it was for the best though.”
“How?”
“Because I released afterwards that I was wrong.” He explained. “Besides, you were still underage anyway.”
“ME!?” The muscular young Idol spluttered in shock. He tried to say more but found it difficult to get his vocal cords around more than an incoherent gargle.
The other man continued calmly, as if he had not noticed Sakurai’s astonishment. “It wasn’t long after we debuted so I didn’t know everyone like I do now. You were the one I knew most and liked best, so I thought that meant I loved you. But then… well, everyone started to get close and I realised that I like everyone just the same. So I guess I was just confused, huh, and I’ve never actually been in love.”
Smiling slightly and reassured by Ohno’s explanation, Sho ruffled the man’s spiky hair fondly. “Either that, or you just happened to slowly fall for all four of us.” He joked lightly.
The artist, however, took his friends’ words at face value and considered them seriously. Was it possible that he had been in love and simply did not recognise it? It was hard to tell because Ohno had no frame of reference. Because he had always assumed that a person could only love one other, he would not have seen his feelings for the other members as anything other than a deep bond of friendship. More than ever, Satoshi felt like he needed to recognize the difference between love, friendship, admiration, affection and lust, or whether there was a difference at all.
But as a silence fell over the pair, Ohno showed no sigh on in inner turmoil until Sakurai shifted slightly, making ready to leave. “Sho-kun, wait.” His hand reached out quickly, holding Sakurai at the arm and keep the man in place while he sat up to regard his friend. “There’s something I want to try.” The younger man paused; looking to Ohno expectantly his silence was the only agreement that the artist needed.
Carefully, Satoshi cupped his fingers under Sho’s chin and moved in close to brush his lips over the other man’s. The gentle kiss was sweet and chaste and all too fleeting before Ohno pulled back and looked to his friend with a pleased gleam in his eyes. “You didn’t run away…?” He noted in quiet, happy wonderment.
“I’m not nineteen anymore Ohno-kun.” The rapper responded evenly, despite the fact that his heart was pumping so fast he thought it might break his chest. “And you were drunk back then - really, really drunk - I had no idea that you were serious.”
“It was the only part of that night I could even remember the next morning.” Ohno confessed with a small, self-effacing smile. “I probably shouldn’t have pounced on you like that anyway….”
“Ohno-kun-”
“But I always kind of wondered what would have happened if you hadn’t told me to stop messing around and then run back to your room.”
Sakurai swallowed, his adams-apple bobbing at his throat as he bit gently at his bottom lip and held Satoshi’s gaze steadily. “You know, Ohno-kun,” He began, his voice barely more than a murmur. “I’m not running away now.”
Although his breath caught in his chest, Ohno did not back away from the situation created by the rappers statement. Understanding his intent and grasping Sho’s tactic permission, the older man smiled slowly. Neither man spoke as Sakurai held himself still and Ohno leaned in for a second kiss.
Braver this time, Ohno slotted their mouths together perfectly; running his tongue along the inside of Sakurai’s parted lips. The caster met him and tried to draw the artist deeper, but Ohno did not comply, choosing instead to go at his own pace. He tasted the mint of Sho’s toothpaste, cool against his tongue, as their breath mingled and the flavour was washed away by the kiss. And Ohno kept up his teasing exploration until Sakurai took him by the shoulders with a groan and forced Ohno to take him seriously.
Their tongues met, sliding over one another slick and hot, in a battle for control. But it did not matter who won; they both knew the outcome would be the same - and just as satisfying - either way.
Then Sakurai moved his palms along Ohno’s strong shoulders and framed the man’s face with his hands. Running the pad of his thumb gently over Satoshi’s swollen pink lips, he felt the breathy sight the artist gave more than he heard it. In response, he met his leaders’ heated gaze and whisper lowly, every breath caressing Ohno’s skin and making him quiver. “Tell me Satoshi-kun… what would you have done back then if I had let it get this far?”
The smaller man was visibly shaken by the question and had to close his eyes for a moment at the surge of images his mind summoned. “I- I wasn’t really thinking about it at the time.” He managed at length as blood raced through his veins and settled in places that made it difficult to sit still.
“Well, now’s your chance.” Sho murmured, the deep timbre of his voice sending an additional coil of warmth along Ohno’s twitching nerves. “Tell me what you want Leader, and I’ll do it.”
Unconsciously licking his lip, the older man had to clear his throat in order to work the words past the lump that appeared there. When he did speak, however, it was gruff and too the point: “Take them off.” He commanded, gesturing vaguely towards Sakurai’s clothing. Even as the man nodded and started to undress himself, Ohno could not wait and quickly moved forward to expedite the process.
And when Sho was down to his boxers, Satoshi paused to rake his eyes hotly over the sight that the younger man presented. He watched the play of light over Sakurai’s well defined chest, following the smooth glide of muscle as the man breathed deliberately slow and deep. He mapped the sharp angles of the rapper waist and hips, tracking the line of his pelvic bone until it vanished beneath cloth.
He saw too, the casters rising excitement, and shuffled closer to his friend. Placing himself neatly in the space between Sakurai’s out-stretched legs; he smoothed his palms over his torso. Sho’s skin was like velvet draped around steel, warm under his touch and inviting further attention. He pressed his lips to the hollow of the younger man’s throat, breathing in the fragrance of soap and the scent of arousal. With the tip of his tongue he tasted the faint salt of his skin and felt Sakurai’s pulse jump with the action.
The rapper let out a thick moan; every nerve of his body seemed to burn with electricity and his muscles trembled in anticipation. Holding fast to the cotton of Ohno’s top, Sho rolled his hips to press against the older man. “Satoshi… aren’t you going to take this off?” He asked roughly, fingers bunching in the fabric of the artists’ shirt indicatively.
Ohno shook his head, skimming his hands down to the waistband of Sho’s boxers. “Don’t wanna…” He mumbled simply, hooking his fingers at the elastic and drawing the article down leisurely. “It’s fine like this.”
Even as Sakurai shifted his weight to facilitate the other man in freeing his straining flesh, the caster felt his mouth suddenly becoming dry. The thought of being completely naked and subject to Ohno’s whim stole the very air from his lungs. He wondered if Satoshi knew just how much power he would wield by claiming him this way, or if the man was acting on some suppressed need. By staying in his clothes as he stripped Sakurai of his dignity both literally and figuratively, he was enforcing his dominance.
It was an unconscious display of control, and one that Sho had only ever used on Masaki at times when his was feeling particularly possessive. Yet, despite his misgivings, Sho could not deny that that the prospect of being manipulated so thoroughly by the usually easy-going man excited him.
But Ohno was not thinking about control as he wrapped his hand around Sakurai’s full shaft. He was only thinking about how good the man felt in his palm and how he could be so hard and still feel so soft. Gliding along the flesh, Ohno handled him with the same deft skill he used when moulding clay. And he truly did treat the task like a work of art; tracing the lines and ridges carefully before thumbing the tip boldly.
“O-Ohno…” Sho felt as if his body was alight; his blood liquid fire in his veins, and he was consumed by it. “Satoshi… please, I want to touch you.” He groaned lustfully.
The older man paused, sitting back slowly and regarding the man thoughtfully. Then he unzipped his fly, stoking the flames of the rappers desire as he drew himself out. Taking Sho’s wrist he lead the younger man’s hand to his lap; allowing Sakurai to touch him, but only on his terms.
“Hey, Sho-kun?” He began his voice deceptively normal. Unable - and unwilling - to break the spell he was under, Sakurai could only meet his eyes and wait for the man to finish speaking. And as Ohno continued and breathed his next words, his expression was impossible to read. “I’m… Leader… right?” He asked, the question spilling from his lips in a challenging whisper.
Deep down, the younger man knew that Ohno was asking his permission to do as he pleased, but Sakurai had had enough. Hanging onto his restraint by a thread, Sho pressed his torso flush against the column of Ohno’s body. “You’re Leader-” He confirmed, stressing the title hoarsely, rocking into the man, and his erection bumping low at Satoshi’s abdomen, tacky against the small strip of bare skin there. “But if you don’t do something about this soon, I’ll take over and do it myself.” He growled warningly as he reached the end of his patience.
The artist instinctively moved with Sakurai’s swaying rhythm, even as he replied evenly. “Don’t rush me…”
“Ohno-kun~!” Sakurai cried out in a plaintive moan. He knew that the other man did not mean to be cruel but the pressure building at Sho’s thighs was almost painful in its intensity. Desperate and craving relief, he needed his leader in that moment in a way that had nothing to do with pop music and everything to do with the rising crescendo of his passion.
And it was disconcerting to realise that he was being affected by the situation much more than his older friend. It was not that Ohno was completely unmoved, just that he seemed perfectly content to drive Sakurai to insanity before he took care of himself.
But that was not what the academic Idol wanted. If he was losing his mind to lust then he did not want to be alone in his madness - he wanted Ohno to experience the same intoxicating mindlessness that he did. He wanted Ohno to understand what he had meant when he had talked about loving everyone equally: That it also meant Sakurai would do anything to make sure it stayed that way. And if the only way to show that man was to rob Satoshi of his composure as the caster his been robed of his, then so be it.
Sho pushed away from the man and jumped to his feet so swiftly that Ohno reeled. While the young man took a second to put a bit of distance between them and calm himself down, Ohno rose slowly, looking lost. “…Sho-kun, is somethi-”
He never got to finish as Sakurai acted in that instant. He closed the gap between then, knocking into Ohno’s body and driving he backwards to the bed. Roughly, he pushed the other man to the mattress and followed him down to press a crushing kiss to his lips. He kissed the man hard, so that Ohno was too busy to complain even had he wanted to, and was not satisfied until the smaller man groaned shamelessly into his mouth. Then Sho slid down the man to settle at his lap and, nosing away obstructing fabric, he tasted Satoshi’s taut length.
The artist gasped; the sound changing into a low moan as he laced his fingers through Sakurai’s thick hair and the man took him deeper. As the younger man worked over his shaft, hot and wet, Ohno willed his eyes to stay open. As much as he wanted to close them and surrender himself to the sensations coursing through him, he also did not was to look away for a second. It was the sight - as much as the action - of Sakurai resting between his legs and swallowing him, that Ohno found unexpectedly erotic.
For Ohno, sex had always been a simple matter, it was fun, or hot, or both; he had never felt anything more complicated than basic human desire in the pursuit of pleasure before. And although he knew it was not the same with everyone else, it had never concerned him to care who his partner was, as long as both parties had a good time.
But as Sakurai drew on his throbbing shaft and the rush of blood made him dizzy, the older man reconsidered. Something that the caster had said earlier resonated within him, along with his arousal, and made him reassess his values. Could it be that it might feel even better if he allowed himself to think beyond his instinctive carnal needs?
When he did think about the fact that it was Sakurai - his friend, his colleague and the most respectable man he knew - who was currently sucking at his rigid flesh, Ohno nearly lost it. Gasping and feeling himself tighten further, he twisted slightly, pushing the younger man from his lap. “Sho… come here…” He panted, drawing the man up and slanting his mouth to the other man’s. Ohno kissed his friend thoroughly, until he could no longer taste himself on Sakurai’s tongue, and stroked the man’s excited length purposefully.
Hands fumbling, the rapper returned the favour, fisting Ohno’s saliva slicked erection as they moved against one another. While their need grew and both men struggled towards completion, they lost all sense of rhythm or finesse; bucking blindly, clinging wildly to each other and the last vestiges of their strength.
Sakurai thrust into Ohno’s palm and rested his forehead on the man’s shoulder, eyes screwed shut in concentration. “Sa- Satoshi… you ah- you….” He gave up; unsure what he was trying to say but needing to speak his leaders’ name for some reason anyway.
Then the artist tensed, Sho’s name spilling from his own lips and his released spilled over them both. “Uhn! Sho~” His muscles tightened and his breath hitched in his chest as Sakurai jerked the last dregs of pleasure from the man.
Eventually, Ohno sank back to reality with Sho murmuring close to his ear. “I’m nearly… just- ah, a little… more.”
“Sho-kun,” Shrugging back to force the rapper to look at him, Satoshi adjusted his grip and tugged at the flesh determinedly. “I want to see.” He explained huskily, holding the man’s gaze.
It did not take long - with the older man pulling fast and firm on his shaft and staring right through to his soul - and Sakurai shook with his own orgasm. Clutching at Ohno’s shoulders, he let the older man lead him through the storm of raging sensations. And while the artist stoked him gently, bringing him back to himself slowly, Sho sighed.
Disregarding the mess of fluid rapidly cooling against his skin, Sakurai curled his arms about Satoshi’s neck, dropping a lingering kiss to the man’s lips. “Ohno-kun…?”
Ohno smiled, placing his hands naturally at Sakurai’s hips and holding his friend there. “I think I understand something now.” He stated without further explanation. Sakurai, however, did not need the man to elaborate; he knew.
To be continued…
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Whew~ I don’t even know what to say anymore….
Yama-pair are and interesting duo to write. XD I feel like I should be apologising for the lack of penetration though. LOL. Oh well, you guys don’t mind, do you?
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