{fic} White Lies - Chapter 6
Title: White Lies
Author: charcoaldonkey
Pairing: OhnoxNino (with a little JunxAiba)
Genre: Angst
Rating: R
Summary: "The rain beat down harder and Ohno looked like he’d been shot. He fell to his knees and ran his hands through his hair as tears spilled down his cheeks. “Nino…” He whispered, “Please… don’t do this.”
*A/N:
Okay! Here it tis, The R-rated chapter O.O
Now, just to warn you all, smut is definitely Not my forte >.<
So it may be a little weird, who know's, I'll let you judge ^.^
For those readers who don't want to read the smex scene, there Will be a warning right before, so please read the rest of the chappie! ^_^
Read on~
Present Day:
“Nino what the hell happened to you?!” Jun gasped in horror as Nino shrugged defensively and stepped aside, allowing Jun to enter his musty apartment. “Aoki-san gave you a week off… have you even left the house?”
Nino shrugged again and slouched down on the couch, nearly disappearing behind a pile of video games and what appeared to be dirty laundry. “Have a seat.”
“Where…” Jun swatted a floating dust-bunny away from his face in disgust and watched disapprovingly as Nino nudged an old pair of boxers and nearly twenty pop cans off one of the armchairs with his toe. “Nino. This is repulsive.”
He raised an eyebrow challengingly but otherwise didn’t comment as he resumed the game on the television. Jun watched in silence as Nino pulverized Aliens left and right, killing them in ways that made him cringe. He turned to point this out to Nino, only to find him grinning darkly at the screen.
“That’s it.” He strode forward and swiftly unplugged the television from the wall, turning to cross his arms at Nino’s outraged expression. “Nino what the heck are you doing?! You’re in a major slump, which, just so you know, ends now.”
“Jun, you’re overreacting. Again.” He sighed and dragged himself from the couch, turning and making his way to the kitchen, which seemed to be the only clean room in the house. “I have a week off, who cares what I do in that week? It’s not like I’ve been missing work…”
“Nino,” Jun said gently catching him by the shoulder and turning him around. “If it’s something to do with Ohno-” He broke off, sniffing the air like a dog. “Nino have-“ His eyes widened suspiciously. “Are you drunk?”
Nino’s jaw clenched and he shrugged Jun’s hand off, turning and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and handing it to him. “Not really.”
Jun peered around him and opened the fridge again, eyes narrowing at the mostly empty drawers. “What have you been eating for the past five days? There’s not enough food in here to feed a mouse! Not to mention half of it looks rotten!”
Nino slammed the door closed and turned to Jun with a thoroughly annoyed expression. “Jun if I wanted to be nagged at I could have just invited my mother over.”
“Yes but Nino just look at yourself! I don’t care what the fuck you’re going through, this is wrong! And how long has it been since you last showered?! You. Bath. Now. And we’re going to have a serious talk once you’re out.”
For a second Nino looked like he was about to punch him but instead he grit his teeth and turned, pulling his shirt over his head as he left the room. Jun studied with wide eyes the way Nino’s pale skin stretched over his ribs and spine, showing every bone in perfect outline; and the way his head hung and the dark circles appeared to be drawn on in ink.
He shuddered and waited until he heard the water running before he pulled his cell phone from his pocket and called for take-out.
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Nino wiped the sweat from his forehead, slinging the towel over his shoulders and grabbing his water from the bench.
“Alright take a short break and be back in twenty minutes, sound good?”
They all grunted in approval and Nino gave Jun a hand in pulling himself from the floor. “Wanna go grab a bite to eat, Nino?”
He grit his teeth but managed a strained smile, after Jun had visited him last week all he’d been doing is forcing food down his throat. “No Jun, the bento you made me eat this morning was plenty. I’m just thirsty, is that vending machine working again yet?”
He nodded and watched with a creased brow as Nino turned and left the studio, his waist just a hair’s width too thin to put Jun at ease. He heaved a sigh and flopped back onto his back, staring up blankly at the ceiling until Aiba’s face blocked his view.
“Jun-kun, what’s wrong?” He frowned upside-down and placed his cool hands against his cheeks. Jun smiled and closed his eyes, shaking his head slightly and letting Aiba massage his temples.
“Nothing, just the usual stress…”
Aiba hummed softly, flopping onto his back next to him and draping one arm across his chest, massaging the opposite shoulder. “How does Kimchi and noodles sound tonight? I’ll cook…?”
Jun couldn’t help but grin, cracking an eye open to make sure the room was empty before dropping a light kiss on Aiba’s forehead. “That sounds great.”
*
Warning:
Smex scene coming up~~ >.<
Stop now or forever hold your peace, Ye be warn'ed, continue at your own risk, etc
And don't worry about missing vital information related to the plot, I'll put anything (Other than smut) related to the plot in this scene in the A/N of Chapter 7 ^.^
Everyone else, enjoy~ (But please, read at your own risk) muhaha
“Damn it…” Nino muttered, holding his now stubbed toe and hopping up and down in front of the vending machine. Several make-up girls passed and raised their eyebrows but otherwise didn’t comment; they’d gotten familiar with Arashi’s frequently odd behavior. And despite his toe he kicked the machine again, feeling tired, angry, depressed, in pain and slightly hung-over.
After a moment of glaring he decided it would get him nowhere and turned, intending to make his way back to the studio but instead running head first into what felt like a brick wall. “Oof!” He and whoever he’d just crashed into fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs and curses. “What the-”
Ohno’s eyes widened, their faces inches apart. “Nino…” He shot away from him, hitting the wall with a thud but seeming not to notice. “I’m sorry, uh… here,” He scrambled to his feet, his cheeks pink and hair a mess as he offered a hand.
Nino hesitated for just a second before taking it and letting Ohno hoist him to his feet. He rubbed indignantly at his stiff rear, which just so happened to be what broke his fall as Ohno shuffled his feet, his head down.
“Watch where you go next time! Gees, you’re lucky it was me you ran into, not Johnny-san or one of Hey! Say Jump!” Nino muttered before seeing Ohno’s grim expression and changing his tone. “It’s fine, I’m alright just… be careful!” He nudged him in the arm and Ohno looked up, his eyes dark.
He nodded and just stared at Nino, either not feeling compelled to say anything or just not having anything to say. Nino shifted under the oddly unnerving gaze and shoved his hands in his pockets, quickly mapping out another route to the studio and nodding goodbye at the older man. “See you later then…” He turned and made to walk away but Ohno’s hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, his grip like steel and stopping Nino dead in his tracks.
“Nino…” He said softly, his grip not loosening. “The whole time I’ve known you… I’ve never once said no to you, and I always went along with whatever you wanted…” He turned Nino so that they were facing each other, his eyes filled with something Nino couldn’t recognize. Loathing? Anger?
He turned away and opened the door next to them, pulling him inside and slamming it shut again. Nino looked around, recognizing one of the old dance studios they’d used as Juniors. Ohno flicked on the light and turned to him, and before Nino could react he’d been shoved roughly against the door. “Woah-”
“Just once” Ohno breathed, cutting him off and holding him by his wrists above his head. “Just once let me be the selfish one… Because I know you don’t love me… And that’s okay…?” He said it as if he was asking himself, his eyes lowered. “Because I want to be close to you, and I know you do too…” He paused. “Even if it may be for different reasons…”
Nino didn’t have time to respond because Ohno had leaned in and closed the difference between them, his familiarly smooth lips pressing against Nino’s. Softly at first, but with growing desperation and Nino’s heart was ice, despite the sudden burning of his skin. He knew that this was wrong; that the second Ohno pulled away he would have to slip back into the lie that seemed to tinge his every word. He knew he was hurting Ohno, and he knew that this was the very last thing he should ever be doing, but regardless of all his logic he found himself kissing back, quickly taking control and flipping them around so it was Ohno against the door.
He pressed his body as close as he could to the other man and tilted his head to kiss him deeper, shivering slightly as Ohno flicked his tongue across the roof of his mouth and slipped his hands under Nino’s shirt, his long fingers trailing lightly up his spine.
“Oh-chan…” Nino breathed against his lips, his nails digging into his tanned skin as Ohno let out a soft sigh, wrapping his arms firmly around Nino’s chest and holding him tight. Nino closed his eyes and struggled with the whole situation, his mind against his body, which, as it seemed, was completely out of his control as he lifted Ohno up by the waist and let him wrap his legs around his hips.
Ohno’s breath shook as he pulled away and Nino opened his eyes to meet his gaze; he blinked slowly, his eyes sharp with hurt and desire. And Nino nodded, not having to wait for him to ask he reached past him and locked the door, their eyes focused on each other until the loud click rang in their ears and Ohno licked his lips. Nervously he pulled his t-shirt up and over his head, Nino doing the same in half the time. He paused and leaned forward, kissing him softly, hesitantly, and a shiver went up Nino’s spine as Ohno’s fingers whispered down his chest, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
This set something off inside him and he turned, carrying Ohno with slight difficulty to the centre of the room where tumbling mats had been left on the floor. He threw him down roughly enough to cause him to bite his tongue but he reached up and pulled Nino along with him, smashing their mouths together and allowing Nino to kiss him furiously.
“Nino…” Ohno moaned softly as Nino bit down on his lip, grinding their hips together before unclasping the button of his jeans and tugging on the zipper slowly, throwing all judgment out the window and lowering his jeans along with his boxers in one go. Ohno gasped in shock, arching his back as Nino took hold of his man-hood and muffled his words with his lips, hot and rough against his. “Nino, fuck me.” He breathed, shaking at the mercy of Nino’s fingers.
He froze and looked up at the older man’s words, his sense of reasoning completely lost at this point as his dark eyes bore into him thoughtfully. He slowly undid his own jeans; his eyes still glued to Ohno’s as he kicked them aside and spread his Riida’s legs, dropping a kiss to one smooth thigh. After a pause he positioned himself at Ohno’s entrance and let his fingers slid up to his hips, holding on tightly before pushing himself in, in one quick movement.
Ohno whimpered against his own sweat glistened skin, biting down on his shoulder to hold back tears at the sudden pain. Nino reached up with one hand and rested it against his cheek, brushing his thumb across a tear that had escaped his lashes and Ohno leaned into the touch, slowly relaxing at the intrusion and his jagged breathing beginning to slow.
Nino grit his teeth and in spite of his desperate attempts he found himself crying as well, silent and almost unnoticeable sobs that he managed to pass off as strained breathing. Ohno had his eyes closed tightly, his long fingers gripping Nino’s shoulders almost painfully, so that his nails left crescent shaped marks in his pale skin. His hands trailed up absentmindedly, resting on the sides of his neck and Nino swallowed hard, forcing down the lump in his throat as Ohno’s moans increased, his skin slick with a faint coat of sweat.
Nino closed his eyes tightly as he sped up, an oddly nostalgic feeling washing over him as Ohno shuddered and gasped his name as he came, shortly followed by Nino. Ohno pulled the younger man to him in a clumsy hug; his fingers tangled tightly in his hair as the euphoria sent shivers up his spine. Nino waited until he’d stopped shaking before he pulled back slightly, dropping a light kiss to Ohno’s shoulder before sitting up and taking a deep breath. He swallowed and gazed down at Ohno, his lips were swollen slightly and his eyes were half closed, but Nino could spot the tears there; welling up of their own accord.
Ohno blinked and turned his head, a false smile flickering across his lips as he slowly sat up as well, his gaze still focused pointedly away from Nino.
“Oh-chan…” His voice was rough and he cleared it, unsure of what to say to comfort the obviously upset man. His stomach sank as Ohno scrambled to his feet and scooped up his jeans from the floor, pulling them on with slightly more force than necessary before turning to face Nino, his eyes flickering between the floor and his eyes.
“Thanks… I-we should… probably get back to rehearsal.” His smile faltered and he turned quickly, heading for the door before Nino managed to get hold of his wrist.
“Oh-chan, wait!” His voice broke but Ohno didn’t notice, he turned with surprise and pulled his hand from Nino’s grip.
“This is what you wanted… ne?” He blinked and suddenly he was desperate, both hands on Nino’s shoulders and face screwed up in an emotional agony. “It’s all you want… ne?” He smiled through his tears and let him go, stumbling back a step and laughing softly. “Just this-just this is fine… I…” He bent down and grabbed his discarded shirt, running the fabric through his fingers thoughtfully for a moment before pulling it over his head. “I just need some time.”
He turned and left the room silently, his exit leaving Nino alone and shivering; only now realizing just how big a mistake he’d made.
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‘I can see the moon
I can see the stars from here,
And to me it’s crystal clear
You’re already gone…’
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Author: charcoaldonkey
Pairing: OhnoxNino (with a little JunxAiba)
Genre: Angst
Rating: R
Summary: "The rain beat down harder and Ohno looked like he’d been shot. He fell to his knees and ran his hands through his hair as tears spilled down his cheeks. “Nino…” He whispered, “Please… don’t do this.”
*A/N:
Okay! Here it tis, The R-rated chapter O.O
Now, just to warn you all, smut is definitely Not my forte >.<
So it may be a little weird, who know's, I'll let you judge ^.^
For those readers who don't want to read the smex scene, there Will be a warning right before, so please read the rest of the chappie! ^_^
Read on~
Present Day:
“Nino what the hell happened to you?!” Jun gasped in horror as Nino shrugged defensively and stepped aside, allowing Jun to enter his musty apartment. “Aoki-san gave you a week off… have you even left the house?”
Nino shrugged again and slouched down on the couch, nearly disappearing behind a pile of video games and what appeared to be dirty laundry. “Have a seat.”
“Where…” Jun swatted a floating dust-bunny away from his face in disgust and watched disapprovingly as Nino nudged an old pair of boxers and nearly twenty pop cans off one of the armchairs with his toe. “Nino. This is repulsive.”
He raised an eyebrow challengingly but otherwise didn’t comment as he resumed the game on the television. Jun watched in silence as Nino pulverized Aliens left and right, killing them in ways that made him cringe. He turned to point this out to Nino, only to find him grinning darkly at the screen.
“That’s it.” He strode forward and swiftly unplugged the television from the wall, turning to cross his arms at Nino’s outraged expression. “Nino what the heck are you doing?! You’re in a major slump, which, just so you know, ends now.”
“Jun, you’re overreacting. Again.” He sighed and dragged himself from the couch, turning and making his way to the kitchen, which seemed to be the only clean room in the house. “I have a week off, who cares what I do in that week? It’s not like I’ve been missing work…”
“Nino,” Jun said gently catching him by the shoulder and turning him around. “If it’s something to do with Ohno-” He broke off, sniffing the air like a dog. “Nino have-“ His eyes widened suspiciously. “Are you drunk?”
Nino’s jaw clenched and he shrugged Jun’s hand off, turning and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and handing it to him. “Not really.”
Jun peered around him and opened the fridge again, eyes narrowing at the mostly empty drawers. “What have you been eating for the past five days? There’s not enough food in here to feed a mouse! Not to mention half of it looks rotten!”
Nino slammed the door closed and turned to Jun with a thoroughly annoyed expression. “Jun if I wanted to be nagged at I could have just invited my mother over.”
“Yes but Nino just look at yourself! I don’t care what the fuck you’re going through, this is wrong! And how long has it been since you last showered?! You. Bath. Now. And we’re going to have a serious talk once you’re out.”
For a second Nino looked like he was about to punch him but instead he grit his teeth and turned, pulling his shirt over his head as he left the room. Jun studied with wide eyes the way Nino’s pale skin stretched over his ribs and spine, showing every bone in perfect outline; and the way his head hung and the dark circles appeared to be drawn on in ink.
He shuddered and waited until he heard the water running before he pulled his cell phone from his pocket and called for take-out.
*
*
Nino wiped the sweat from his forehead, slinging the towel over his shoulders and grabbing his water from the bench.
“Alright take a short break and be back in twenty minutes, sound good?”
They all grunted in approval and Nino gave Jun a hand in pulling himself from the floor. “Wanna go grab a bite to eat, Nino?”
He grit his teeth but managed a strained smile, after Jun had visited him last week all he’d been doing is forcing food down his throat. “No Jun, the bento you made me eat this morning was plenty. I’m just thirsty, is that vending machine working again yet?”
He nodded and watched with a creased brow as Nino turned and left the studio, his waist just a hair’s width too thin to put Jun at ease. He heaved a sigh and flopped back onto his back, staring up blankly at the ceiling until Aiba’s face blocked his view.
“Jun-kun, what’s wrong?” He frowned upside-down and placed his cool hands against his cheeks. Jun smiled and closed his eyes, shaking his head slightly and letting Aiba massage his temples.
“Nothing, just the usual stress…”
Aiba hummed softly, flopping onto his back next to him and draping one arm across his chest, massaging the opposite shoulder. “How does Kimchi and noodles sound tonight? I’ll cook…?”
Jun couldn’t help but grin, cracking an eye open to make sure the room was empty before dropping a light kiss on Aiba’s forehead. “That sounds great.”
*
Warning:
Smex scene coming up~~ >.<
Stop now or forever hold your peace, Ye be warn'ed, continue at your own risk, etc
And don't worry about missing vital information related to the plot, I'll put anything (Other than smut) related to the plot in this scene in the A/N of Chapter 7 ^.^
Everyone else, enjoy~ (But please, read at your own risk) muhaha
“Damn it…” Nino muttered, holding his now stubbed toe and hopping up and down in front of the vending machine. Several make-up girls passed and raised their eyebrows but otherwise didn’t comment; they’d gotten familiar with Arashi’s frequently odd behavior. And despite his toe he kicked the machine again, feeling tired, angry, depressed, in pain and slightly hung-over.
After a moment of glaring he decided it would get him nowhere and turned, intending to make his way back to the studio but instead running head first into what felt like a brick wall. “Oof!” He and whoever he’d just crashed into fell to the ground in a tangle of limbs and curses. “What the-”
Ohno’s eyes widened, their faces inches apart. “Nino…” He shot away from him, hitting the wall with a thud but seeming not to notice. “I’m sorry, uh… here,” He scrambled to his feet, his cheeks pink and hair a mess as he offered a hand.
Nino hesitated for just a second before taking it and letting Ohno hoist him to his feet. He rubbed indignantly at his stiff rear, which just so happened to be what broke his fall as Ohno shuffled his feet, his head down.
“Watch where you go next time! Gees, you’re lucky it was me you ran into, not Johnny-san or one of Hey! Say Jump!” Nino muttered before seeing Ohno’s grim expression and changing his tone. “It’s fine, I’m alright just… be careful!” He nudged him in the arm and Ohno looked up, his eyes dark.
He nodded and just stared at Nino, either not feeling compelled to say anything or just not having anything to say. Nino shifted under the oddly unnerving gaze and shoved his hands in his pockets, quickly mapping out another route to the studio and nodding goodbye at the older man. “See you later then…” He turned and made to walk away but Ohno’s hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, his grip like steel and stopping Nino dead in his tracks.
“Nino…” He said softly, his grip not loosening. “The whole time I’ve known you… I’ve never once said no to you, and I always went along with whatever you wanted…” He turned Nino so that they were facing each other, his eyes filled with something Nino couldn’t recognize. Loathing? Anger?
He turned away and opened the door next to them, pulling him inside and slamming it shut again. Nino looked around, recognizing one of the old dance studios they’d used as Juniors. Ohno flicked on the light and turned to him, and before Nino could react he’d been shoved roughly against the door. “Woah-”
“Just once” Ohno breathed, cutting him off and holding him by his wrists above his head. “Just once let me be the selfish one… Because I know you don’t love me… And that’s okay…?” He said it as if he was asking himself, his eyes lowered. “Because I want to be close to you, and I know you do too…” He paused. “Even if it may be for different reasons…”
Nino didn’t have time to respond because Ohno had leaned in and closed the difference between them, his familiarly smooth lips pressing against Nino’s. Softly at first, but with growing desperation and Nino’s heart was ice, despite the sudden burning of his skin. He knew that this was wrong; that the second Ohno pulled away he would have to slip back into the lie that seemed to tinge his every word. He knew he was hurting Ohno, and he knew that this was the very last thing he should ever be doing, but regardless of all his logic he found himself kissing back, quickly taking control and flipping them around so it was Ohno against the door.
He pressed his body as close as he could to the other man and tilted his head to kiss him deeper, shivering slightly as Ohno flicked his tongue across the roof of his mouth and slipped his hands under Nino’s shirt, his long fingers trailing lightly up his spine.
“Oh-chan…” Nino breathed against his lips, his nails digging into his tanned skin as Ohno let out a soft sigh, wrapping his arms firmly around Nino’s chest and holding him tight. Nino closed his eyes and struggled with the whole situation, his mind against his body, which, as it seemed, was completely out of his control as he lifted Ohno up by the waist and let him wrap his legs around his hips.
Ohno’s breath shook as he pulled away and Nino opened his eyes to meet his gaze; he blinked slowly, his eyes sharp with hurt and desire. And Nino nodded, not having to wait for him to ask he reached past him and locked the door, their eyes focused on each other until the loud click rang in their ears and Ohno licked his lips. Nervously he pulled his t-shirt up and over his head, Nino doing the same in half the time. He paused and leaned forward, kissing him softly, hesitantly, and a shiver went up Nino’s spine as Ohno’s fingers whispered down his chest, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
This set something off inside him and he turned, carrying Ohno with slight difficulty to the centre of the room where tumbling mats had been left on the floor. He threw him down roughly enough to cause him to bite his tongue but he reached up and pulled Nino along with him, smashing their mouths together and allowing Nino to kiss him furiously.
“Nino…” Ohno moaned softly as Nino bit down on his lip, grinding their hips together before unclasping the button of his jeans and tugging on the zipper slowly, throwing all judgment out the window and lowering his jeans along with his boxers in one go. Ohno gasped in shock, arching his back as Nino took hold of his man-hood and muffled his words with his lips, hot and rough against his. “Nino, fuck me.” He breathed, shaking at the mercy of Nino’s fingers.
He froze and looked up at the older man’s words, his sense of reasoning completely lost at this point as his dark eyes bore into him thoughtfully. He slowly undid his own jeans; his eyes still glued to Ohno’s as he kicked them aside and spread his Riida’s legs, dropping a kiss to one smooth thigh. After a pause he positioned himself at Ohno’s entrance and let his fingers slid up to his hips, holding on tightly before pushing himself in, in one quick movement.
Ohno whimpered against his own sweat glistened skin, biting down on his shoulder to hold back tears at the sudden pain. Nino reached up with one hand and rested it against his cheek, brushing his thumb across a tear that had escaped his lashes and Ohno leaned into the touch, slowly relaxing at the intrusion and his jagged breathing beginning to slow.
Nino grit his teeth and in spite of his desperate attempts he found himself crying as well, silent and almost unnoticeable sobs that he managed to pass off as strained breathing. Ohno had his eyes closed tightly, his long fingers gripping Nino’s shoulders almost painfully, so that his nails left crescent shaped marks in his pale skin. His hands trailed up absentmindedly, resting on the sides of his neck and Nino swallowed hard, forcing down the lump in his throat as Ohno’s moans increased, his skin slick with a faint coat of sweat.
Nino closed his eyes tightly as he sped up, an oddly nostalgic feeling washing over him as Ohno shuddered and gasped his name as he came, shortly followed by Nino. Ohno pulled the younger man to him in a clumsy hug; his fingers tangled tightly in his hair as the euphoria sent shivers up his spine. Nino waited until he’d stopped shaking before he pulled back slightly, dropping a light kiss to Ohno’s shoulder before sitting up and taking a deep breath. He swallowed and gazed down at Ohno, his lips were swollen slightly and his eyes were half closed, but Nino could spot the tears there; welling up of their own accord.
Ohno blinked and turned his head, a false smile flickering across his lips as he slowly sat up as well, his gaze still focused pointedly away from Nino.
“Oh-chan…” His voice was rough and he cleared it, unsure of what to say to comfort the obviously upset man. His stomach sank as Ohno scrambled to his feet and scooped up his jeans from the floor, pulling them on with slightly more force than necessary before turning to face Nino, his eyes flickering between the floor and his eyes.
“Thanks… I-we should… probably get back to rehearsal.” His smile faltered and he turned quickly, heading for the door before Nino managed to get hold of his wrist.
“Oh-chan, wait!” His voice broke but Ohno didn’t notice, he turned with surprise and pulled his hand from Nino’s grip.
“This is what you wanted… ne?” He blinked and suddenly he was desperate, both hands on Nino’s shoulders and face screwed up in an emotional agony. “It’s all you want… ne?” He smiled through his tears and let him go, stumbling back a step and laughing softly. “Just this-just this is fine… I…” He bent down and grabbed his discarded shirt, running the fabric through his fingers thoughtfully for a moment before pulling it over his head. “I just need some time.”
He turned and left the room silently, his exit leaving Nino alone and shivering; only now realizing just how big a mistake he’d made.
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‘I can see the moon
I can see the stars from here,
And to me it’s crystal clear
You’re already gone…’
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