Drabble (Ficlet?) a Day #16
I'm trying not to be concerned about this and I know they're just a boyband and all, but... it's hard not worry/not to take this too seriously. Especially when they were doing so great lately and this is such bad timing, to the point it kind of makes me suspicious. Right before a Dome Tour and two new shows debuting and an album coming out? Certainly, a group like that would sell a lot of magazines....
And yet whatever the truth is or even what's provable/not provable doesn't really matter and just... *sigh* don't take my silly shiny boyband away from me, okay, Japan?
Anyway. Direct continuation from this ficlet, still wip.
Arashi. The usual warnings apply--this is fiction, I've never met them before, I have no connection--and the fic is still PG-13, but will eventually be NC-17. Aiba/Nino/Jun is the main pairing, but implications of pretty much everything.
drabble/ficlet #16:
Jun can feel Nino push up onto one arm behind him, leaning over Jun, so he keeps his expression carefully blank because sometimes the only way to deal with his bandmates is the playing possum method and if they get bored, they'll leave him alone and then he can finally sleep again.
"Eh," Nino says in a bored tone and Jun can't see the look on his face, but he can feel Nino watching him, "this is taking too long, it's no fun if he's not awake. I'm going to go rearrange the stuff in his bathroom again."
Jun can feel Nino deliberately shifting his weight and he knows that Nino knows full well that he's awake now, but he also knows that Nino really will mess up his precisely organized shelves and countertop if Jun doesn't stop him. He still doesn't bother to look at either of them.
"Neither of you really will survive if you do," he warns in deadly serious tone. "Neither of you."
Nino settles back down against him and Jun can feel Nino's grin against the back of his shoulder, twitching when Nino's arm drapes over his side as he snuggles up against Jun, but he doesn't really try to shove Nino off. Too much. (It's because he's still tired and barely awake, not at all because the two of them are warm against him or that he can still catch the scent of their freshly shampooed hair--and, he thinks, that they smell suspiciously like his own brand of shampoo, soap, and body wash, but he'll let that go because it smells good--or because Aiba's hands are softly stroking down his sides and it's a very pleasant way to wake up.)
"So you are awake," Aiba says brightly and shifts closer, too. "Ne, Jun-chan, Nino had a really good idea and--"
"No way in hell." Jun tries to burrow deeper into the covers or at least stick his head further into the pillow to block them out, but every time he tries to move, he's blocked by a tangle of arms or legs or someone else's head being in the way. "Go home, both of you."
Nino laughs against his shoulder at Jun trying to sound as stern and angry as he can, all three of them knowing that it comes out far more sleepy than scary, and his hands start to work their way under Jun's shirt. "That's not very nice, we came all the way over here for you, you know. We wanted to do something really nice for you, Jun-kun~."
And yet whatever the truth is or even what's provable/not provable doesn't really matter and just... *sigh* don't take my silly shiny boyband away from me, okay, Japan?
Anyway. Direct continuation from this ficlet, still wip.
Arashi. The usual warnings apply--this is fiction, I've never met them before, I have no connection--and the fic is still PG-13, but will eventually be NC-17. Aiba/Nino/Jun is the main pairing, but implications of pretty much everything.
drabble/ficlet #16:
Jun can feel Nino push up onto one arm behind him, leaning over Jun, so he keeps his expression carefully blank because sometimes the only way to deal with his bandmates is the playing possum method and if they get bored, they'll leave him alone and then he can finally sleep again.
"Eh," Nino says in a bored tone and Jun can't see the look on his face, but he can feel Nino watching him, "this is taking too long, it's no fun if he's not awake. I'm going to go rearrange the stuff in his bathroom again."
Jun can feel Nino deliberately shifting his weight and he knows that Nino knows full well that he's awake now, but he also knows that Nino really will mess up his precisely organized shelves and countertop if Jun doesn't stop him. He still doesn't bother to look at either of them.
"Neither of you really will survive if you do," he warns in deadly serious tone. "Neither of you."
Nino settles back down against him and Jun can feel Nino's grin against the back of his shoulder, twitching when Nino's arm drapes over his side as he snuggles up against Jun, but he doesn't really try to shove Nino off. Too much. (It's because he's still tired and barely awake, not at all because the two of them are warm against him or that he can still catch the scent of their freshly shampooed hair--and, he thinks, that they smell suspiciously like his own brand of shampoo, soap, and body wash, but he'll let that go because it smells good--or because Aiba's hands are softly stroking down his sides and it's a very pleasant way to wake up.)
"So you are awake," Aiba says brightly and shifts closer, too. "Ne, Jun-chan, Nino had a really good idea and--"
"No way in hell." Jun tries to burrow deeper into the covers or at least stick his head further into the pillow to block them out, but every time he tries to move, he's blocked by a tangle of arms or legs or someone else's head being in the way. "Go home, both of you."
Nino laughs against his shoulder at Jun trying to sound as stern and angry as he can, all three of them knowing that it comes out far more sleepy than scary, and his hands start to work their way under Jun's shirt. "That's not very nice, we came all the way over here for you, you know. We wanted to do something really nice for you, Jun-kun~."