arashi, various. drabbles.
So basically, I was going through my computer and found a bunch of little bits of fic and stuff and idk, I figured that posting was a good way to procrastinate. I think one of these I wrote for fluttering a while back or something. (Apparently I was in a mood when I wrote the last one so, uh, hm.)
drabbles
various, g - r, 700 wds.
When Nino is far away, Ohno has a hard time concentrating. He rolls around uncomfortably in bed wrapped in his doona until he topples off onto the floor. He then caterpillars to the door and rummages around the place until he finds paper to write a letter.
Kazu I miss you, he writes, and draws a sad chipmunk next to it. Come back soon.
Delicately, he inserts it into a spare blue envelope and addresses it to the other side of the world. He giggles for a second at the thought of sealing it with a kiss, then, with a sheepish look at his surroundings, does it.
While it’s flying through the sky to Nino, Ohno sits back and pulls his knees to his chest, rocking back and forth.
Soon.
~
They’re sitting watching TV one lazy afternoon. The sun floods in through the window, warming their legs and the couch around them.
Ohno grabs the remote from Nino’s lap and turns the TV off, face scrunched in determination or discomfort, Nino can’t pick which.
“I love you,” Ohno tells him.
“I know,” Nino’s eyes focus on him, “Now turn the TV back on.”
But when Nino turns back to the TV again, his ears are tipped pink. Ohno lets a smile creep onto his face and he kisses Nino on the cheek softly. “Okay.”
~
“H-how do you feel about me?” Sho asks against his better judgement as Nino slides a finger in, slick.
Nino kisses Sho to shut him up as he slides in a second, ignoring the way Sho bites down on Nino’s lip. “You know,” Nino breathes between kisses, “you know,” he repeats.
But he never says ‘love’ and sometimes it makes Sho a little uneasy.
Nino nips at Sho’s neck lightly, revelling in the small moans that escape Sho’s lips and vibrate under his own. He places a kiss on Sho’s forehead before positioning himself and pushing in. He holds still for a moment, kisses the creases between Sho’s eyebrows, the tip of his nose, his chin. Sho gives a small nod and Nino moves.
Sho’s hands fumble uncoordinatedly for his own cock and Nino wraps a hand around Sho’s, settling into the rhythm. And for some reason, the feeling of Nino’s hand makes his heart tighten more than anything.
Sho squeezes his eyes shut, remembering the beads of sweat forming on Nino’s forehead, the line of his neck and shoulders and hips and he comes not seconds after Nino, and not so quietly either despite his best efforts. Nino pulls out and collapses on Sho, much too sticky but also much too tired to move.
The silence drags on for a while and Sho has an idea; it’s not a very bright one though and sometimes he hates himself for going with impulses:
“What about Ohno?”
Nino’s face falls and he rolls off Sho, grabbing his things and storming out.
The next day Nino ignores him.
At least sho seems to think he does, but no one else realises and Sho thinks maybe, maybe he’s just overanalysing. But their paths suspiciously never cross and Nino addresses everyone personally at lunch, minus him, and he really must be still mad, Sho frowns. He hadn't meant to- he never meant to-
At times, Nino throws around the word ‘love’ like it’s nothing with Ohno. Nino lays on the couch, resting his head in Ohno’s lap and gazing up at him, “I love you Oh-chan,” falling from his mouth, sickeningly sweet.
Sho wants to scream a little.
Instead, he keeps his composure as best he can. Some days it must be nice being Ohno, he muses. Nino looks up at him and their eyes catch for all but a millisecond before Nino casts his eyes back to Ohno.
Sho wonders if maybe he should apologise.
“What do you want me to say? That I just want you for your body?” Nino’s eyes narrow, and Sho feels sick. “Don't accuse me if you don't want to hear it.”
“I'm sorry,” Sho says pathetically, lost for any other words.
Nino shrugs and wraps his arms around Sho, but his eyes stay narrowed and Sho can’t help but realise that nothing’s changed.
drabbles
various, g - r, 700 wds.
When Nino is far away, Ohno has a hard time concentrating. He rolls around uncomfortably in bed wrapped in his doona until he topples off onto the floor. He then caterpillars to the door and rummages around the place until he finds paper to write a letter.
Kazu I miss you, he writes, and draws a sad chipmunk next to it. Come back soon.
Delicately, he inserts it into a spare blue envelope and addresses it to the other side of the world. He giggles for a second at the thought of sealing it with a kiss, then, with a sheepish look at his surroundings, does it.
While it’s flying through the sky to Nino, Ohno sits back and pulls his knees to his chest, rocking back and forth.
Soon.
~
They’re sitting watching TV one lazy afternoon. The sun floods in through the window, warming their legs and the couch around them.
Ohno grabs the remote from Nino’s lap and turns the TV off, face scrunched in determination or discomfort, Nino can’t pick which.
“I love you,” Ohno tells him.
“I know,” Nino’s eyes focus on him, “Now turn the TV back on.”
But when Nino turns back to the TV again, his ears are tipped pink. Ohno lets a smile creep onto his face and he kisses Nino on the cheek softly. “Okay.”
~
“H-how do you feel about me?” Sho asks against his better judgement as Nino slides a finger in, slick.
Nino kisses Sho to shut him up as he slides in a second, ignoring the way Sho bites down on Nino’s lip. “You know,” Nino breathes between kisses, “you know,” he repeats.
But he never says ‘love’ and sometimes it makes Sho a little uneasy.
Nino nips at Sho’s neck lightly, revelling in the small moans that escape Sho’s lips and vibrate under his own. He places a kiss on Sho’s forehead before positioning himself and pushing in. He holds still for a moment, kisses the creases between Sho’s eyebrows, the tip of his nose, his chin. Sho gives a small nod and Nino moves.
Sho’s hands fumble uncoordinatedly for his own cock and Nino wraps a hand around Sho’s, settling into the rhythm. And for some reason, the feeling of Nino’s hand makes his heart tighten more than anything.
Sho squeezes his eyes shut, remembering the beads of sweat forming on Nino’s forehead, the line of his neck and shoulders and hips and he comes not seconds after Nino, and not so quietly either despite his best efforts. Nino pulls out and collapses on Sho, much too sticky but also much too tired to move.
The silence drags on for a while and Sho has an idea; it’s not a very bright one though and sometimes he hates himself for going with impulses:
“What about Ohno?”
Nino’s face falls and he rolls off Sho, grabbing his things and storming out.
The next day Nino ignores him.
At least sho seems to think he does, but no one else realises and Sho thinks maybe, maybe he’s just overanalysing. But their paths suspiciously never cross and Nino addresses everyone personally at lunch, minus him, and he really must be still mad, Sho frowns. He hadn't meant to- he never meant to-
At times, Nino throws around the word ‘love’ like it’s nothing with Ohno. Nino lays on the couch, resting his head in Ohno’s lap and gazing up at him, “I love you Oh-chan,” falling from his mouth, sickeningly sweet.
Sho wants to scream a little.
Instead, he keeps his composure as best he can. Some days it must be nice being Ohno, he muses. Nino looks up at him and their eyes catch for all but a millisecond before Nino casts his eyes back to Ohno.
Sho wonders if maybe he should apologise.
“What do you want me to say? That I just want you for your body?” Nino’s eyes narrow, and Sho feels sick. “Don't accuse me if you don't want to hear it.”
“I'm sorry,” Sho says pathetically, lost for any other words.
Nino shrugs and wraps his arms around Sho, but his eyes stay narrowed and Sho can’t help but realise that nothing’s changed.