[Oneshot] Electric Twist

Feb 06, 2011 04:22

Title: Electric Twist
Pairing(s): Ohmiya
Rating: R
Disclaimer: do not own these boys
Word count: 3000
Summary: Sometimes Nino feels like he doesn't really know Ohno at all.



A/N: This fic is both beta'd by and dedicated to r_tenou. Without her I would have never posted it anywhere, and it wouldn't make half as much sense as it does now if not for her amazingness.

Electric Twist

Nino looked at his phone dubiously, standing in the middle of who knew where, mere seconds from midnight. He was cold, cranky and confused and when he’d demanded Ohno stop playing around and just accept his invitation, this was not the kind of meeting he’d had in mind. The message displayed on his screen was from Ohno, short and concise as was his leader’s style. There was only an address, no further instructions, no time, not even any emoji to accompany it.

After using a down-the-rabbit-hole combination of Google maps and asking random people on the street if they knew where the hell he could find this place, Nino found himself staring at the sketchiest entrance he’d ever seen. Most had no idea what he was talking about, but the last person he’d encountered (a teenager with more metal in his face than Nino had ever thought possible and glittery lipstick on) gave him a knowing smirk and wordlessly drew a confusing map on the back of Nino’s hand with his eyeliner pencil. When Nino asked the kid if he could pay him to take him there, the boy scoffed and walked away. He silently wondered what kind of disease infested crack house Ohno was meeting him at.

Not a soul was around as he stood in front of the solid steel door in the dark alley way. It was completely silent, as if he’d turned the corner into another universe and was more than a little unimpressed that he’d had to dodge both vomit and blood to get to where he was standing. The address was spray painted on the door, making it look more like a gang tag than a building number, but the not-so-artistically scrawled 379 matched the digits in Ohno’s message. Nino wondered if the potential to get stabbed was higher where he stood or inside.

No, I wanted this, Nino reminded himself as he gripped the cold handle. He’d been nagging Ohno for years really, to go out for a drink with him. At first the older man’s avoidance had been cute, like a girl playing hard to get, but now it was just irritating and hurtful in a way Nino couldn’t quite describe. He was bound and determined to see this through.

He tugged the handle, expecting the door to weigh more than he did, but was surprised when it eased open easily. With its inaudible outward swing came a rush of lights and sound, tugging at his shirt tails and making the hair on his arms stand on end. There was no doorman to speak of, no one to pay a cover charge to or even prove he was of legal age, so Nino took one step in and let the door swing shut behind him, closing with a fantastic bang, spring-loaded and shocking in its force. Nino felt trapped.

Turning away from the door, Nino was immediately assaulted by a delirious thumping beat that vibrated through his veins and forced his heartbeat to trip over itself in its haste to accelerate. It knocked the wind out of him, making him breathless and he was taken by the dizzying lights, strobing and pulsing on the offbeats, blinding and fantastical. It threw the jam-packed dance floor into a slow motion tableau with every flash of white light, though the teeming rabble were moving together furiously, dancing, grinding, like sharks in a frenzy.

Nino balked as he realized that he would have to shove through the dancers to get to the bar; if anyone recognized him he would be ripped to shreds. That was until he spotted Ohno in the midst of it all, moving elegantly amongst the raunch, pulsing with the entire beat of the floor, yet dancing apart from them somehow. Head thrown back and eyes closed, the delicate curve of his neck was drenched in sweat and his body moved fluidly. Nino hesitated again, the desire that coursed through him wholly unexpected and disconcerting.

The moment he felt the confusing thrum of want pulse through him with the next beat, Ohno’s eyes snapped open and locked with his. Nino swallowed thickly when Ohno jerked his head towards the bar, parting the dancers easily as he exited the floor; Nino felt his body comply without even realizing it.

He pushed into the crowd and nobody spared him a second glance, absorbed in their partners, hands roaming more boldly than he’d ever seen in public. It was a fight to get through, as several times he felt hands on him, fisting in his hair, groping at his ass, feeling bodies flush against his back, and more than once being pulled into a group of tangled limbs, lips and groins. When he finally tumbled out the other side, he looked and felt like he’d been through a war, furious to find Ohno sitting calmly on a bar stool waiting.

“What the hell Oh-chan? This wasn’t what I meant,” he growled as he tried to cover up how flustered he was by readjusting his shirt and making sure his pants were zipped up. He fell onto the stool next to the smaller man, raking his sweaty bangs out of his eyes.

“This place is a little...” He trailed off when Ohno’s gaze slid sideways to him. His leader’s eyes were rimmed with dark charcoal and a hint of dried blood and bruising adorned the corner of his mischievous smirk. The tight white v-neck he wore was torn, with his black vest somehow turned inside out. Nino wondered if the older man had gotten in a fight, before the absurdity of the thought hit him. It occurred to him that maybe he had no idea who Ohno really was.

Wordlessly, the older man pushed a glass of unidentifiable spirit into his hand before raising his own glass to his perfect pout, albeit a bit swollen and tender from who knew what, and downed his own drink. Nino threw back his drink and choked.

“Ready?” Ohno asked as he stood and grabbed Nino’s hand, his long slender fingers playing feather light and teasing, around Nino’s wrist; pulling invitingly.

“Ready for what?” Nino wondered out loud. He’d never been so scared, and yet he’d never been so excited. Ohno’s only response was a mysterious smile as he turned and melded into the crowd, his fingers ghosting on Nino’s palm in a come-hither motion.

As they waded ankle deep through piles of metallic confetti being kicked around to the nexus of floor, Nino was afraid of losing Ohno; but he was even more afraid of losing himself. Every once and a while his leader would turn back to make sure he was following, his dark eyes fathomless. He watched as hands belonging to strangers reached out to drag across Ohno’s lean torso, just to feel him. Nino could not blame them at all; he was embarrassingly eager to get his hands on the man. He felt as if he were suddenly fourteen again, easily excitable and wanton.

The prospect of dancing with Ohno was intimidating. Though he’d often watched Ohno’s graceful elegance in awe, even danced next to him many times during concerts and rehearsals, Nino had never once even imagined what it would be like to dance with Ohno - what it would be like to feel those talented hips rolling against his. In front of him the older man shrugged off his vest and let it fall carelessly, getting lost amongst the other unwanted articles hastily discarded by their owners. The lights strobed over his back, revealing the lithe muscles of his shoulders through his damp shirt and Nino’s anticipation peaked.

There was no way to prepare himself when they finally stopped. Fidgety and apprehensive, Nino tried to find his rhythm in the thumping electronic noise and Ohno watched him for a moment with wry amusement. There were too many people pressing in on them from all sides. Nino felt claustrophobic and whatever Ohno had fed him before was hitting him harder than he anticipated. The lights swam before his eyes and his heart threatened to leap from his chest when he suddenly found Ohno flush against his back, hands gently guiding his awkward hips in slow, languid circles.

They were moving too slowly for the music, but Nino realized by the breathy chuckle in his ear that Ohno was easing him into it, letting him get a feel for the movement, waiting for his dancers instincts to conquer his nervousness. Nino hadn’t realized how nervous he was until then. He yelped out loud when one of Ohno’s hand’s snaked up under his shirt to press against the goosebumps on his stomach before two fingers dipped playfully below the waist band of his jeans. He tensed up the minute Ohno rolled his hips and he felt an unmistakable hardness pressing into him. His reason was drowning in an intoxicating mixture of bass, confusion and desire. Still painfully slow, he felt Ohno’s damp spikes tickling his cheek and the older man nosing around his now exposed collar bones; there was no attention to spare to wonder at where his outer layer had gone.

“Are you scared, Nino?” Ohno purred in his ear and Nino let out a full body shiver. He jerked his head quickly from left to right and back, more of a twitch than denial and Ohno rewarded him with a wet, opened mouthed kiss to the hollow of his throat, sucking lightly at the skin there. Nino disguised a groan as a shaky exhale, hand flying to catch Ohno’s wrist, just for something to hold on to. The older man smiled into his neck and he could feel the quirked lips burning against his skin. “Then relax.”

It wasn’t supposed to feel like this, Nino knew, but there was nothing he could do. With Ohno it had always been easy and comfortable; it had always been platonic. The older man had certainly never given him any indication that their relationship extended beyond close friendship, and Nino had never given the matter much though either. As long as his leader allowed him to remain as close as he liked it had been enough for Nino. Now Nino wondered if he’d ever been close enough to really see the other man.

His own body was now beyond his control as he felt himself relax in Ohno’s hold, responding to his leader’s advances with more than a little enthusiasm. The tempo had sped up, if possible, and Ohno was no longer trying to calm him like he was a frightened rabbit; instead, Nino felt his lips against his ear, hot and wet and dirty, murmuring ceaselessly though this song had no words he that he could discern. While Ohno rolled and twisted, wicked in his effortlessness, he pulled Nino back into him relentlessly, unabashedly seeking friction. It didn’t occur to Nino to grind back until he shook himself out of his aroused stupor.

Any thoughts of how wrong this probably was or how awkward it would be in the morning were pounded out of him by the hard reverberations of techno and the sheer talent of Ohno’s body. Nino didn’t try to stop him when Ohno’s questing hand found his erection and squeezed through is jeans. He didn’t care who was watching, who saw them; he understood now why Ohno had called him here. No one knew them, no one cared; the patrons of this establishment were all absorbed in their own lust and didn’t give a fuck who was doing what as long as someone got them off.

He threw his head back in a gasp. Ohno’s hand didn’t stop, timed perfectly with the swirl of his hips, and the other hand soon joined the first, slyly unbuttoning Nino’s fly while he was distracted. The first feel of hot skin on skin caused his rhythm to falter momentarily and Ohno to growl before biting down on the tender skin behind his ear.

“Oh-chan-” his needy gasp was overpowered by the music, but Ohno could understand each noise Nino made by the feel of the tremors shared through their closely crowded bodies, Nino’s heaving back to Ohno’s sweat slicked chest. Ohno was fisting him torturously slow and gentle; dragging his nails along the vein underside and gliding his thumb across the slit before withdrawing to loosely tease the base again. Nino could feel the vibrations from the shuddering floor through his whole body and the pulsation of all the sound waves flying thick and fast overwhelming him with sensation as Ohno drove him to the edge. He was going to come embarrassingly fast and he hadn’t even kissed Ohno yet, something he wanted, no, needed to do desperately.

Abruptly he turned in the circle of Ohno’s arms, saving himself for the time being from ending this party too soon. Though it wasn’t any less embarrassing when he suddenly found himself face to face with the man the smutty voice in his ear belonged to. Ohno’s beautiful face was lit up with harsh contrasts of multicolored lights and exaggerated shadows, looking dangerous with his blond bangs plastered to his forehead, dark eyes hooded with hunger and the bruised side of his mouth drawn up in permanent amusement. Was this really Ohno? Nino couldn’t help but wonder as he tried to figure out the enigma before him. Nino wanted more than anything to wipe that knowing look from his face.

Nino took the initiative this time (he was too far gone to stop anyway) and pressed his lips to Ohno’s almost shyly. He could tell the older man was surprised by the way it was his turn to stiffen up. Nino himself was surprised at the sweetness of the simple kiss, despite the fact that the older man had nearly made him come seconds before. Ohno’s lips were soft and when Nino dared open his eyes to peek, he found Ohno’s startled owlish gaze blinking back at him. They’d stopped moving completely when Nino had thrown his arms around Ohno’s neck and now the older man’s hands were fisted in his belt loops, torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away. Ohno was still Ohno, and Nino felt comforted to know that he had gained the upper hand momentarily.

“Are you scared, Oh-chan?” Nino echoed Ohno’s earlier words, letting his lips brush carelessly against Ohno’s soft quivering ones with every word. The older man surprised him yet again by nodding; for the first time since walking into this dingy hole in the wall, Nino could see vulnerability in the older man’s eyes; his mask was crumbling. It was starting to all make sense: the skin-ship, the avoidance, the tension, the mystery and apprehension surrounding this meeting. Maybe, Nino realized, Ohno had real feelings for him. Ohno never had been able to articulate well, after all.

He cupped Ohno’s round cheeks and brushed his thumbs over the feverish skin there with a tenderness he didn’t even know he possessed, and in the slow motion stroboscopic firing of filaments, he closed the distance between them once again, allowing himself to deepen the kiss and swallow every little whimper Ohno made. No amount of grinding could bring about the bursting feeling in his chest when Ohno sighed and melted into him, threading his fingers in Nino’s sweaty locks and kissing back with equal fervor. Maybe Nino had feelings for Ohno too.

It wasn’t long before the slick slide of their mouths tipped them back over a dizzying edge where all logic was suspended. Ohno had started to moan, and Nino to buck against the older man’s thigh. They weren’t nearly as co-ordinated as before, hips connecting clumsily out of urgency, both of them attempting to fumble a hand into the minuscule space between their bodies. Nino got there first, freeing Ohno’s erection and wrapping a hand around both of them pumping gracelessly in time to the throbbing electro beat.

Ohno’s hand joined him a second later, keeping his head long enough to force Nino to slow down even as he bit the younger’s lip and dug his long nails into his shoulder. Their fingers entwined and Ohno remembered how to move, adding the sway of his hips to the already unbearable friction. It was impossible to breathe, their lips moving as relentlessly as their bodies. Nino was dizzy, Ohno’s tongue was trailing a wet path down his neck and his wrist was adding that extra twist at the end of the steady sure strokes; stars were bursting behind his eyelids.

All it took was that voice again, smooth like velvet, panting in his ear, demanding he come with him and Nino’s name tumbling from his lips as Ohno’s whole body jerked and Nino was keening and bucking into the tight fist surrounding them. He sought soft lips again, bruising his against Ohno’s as he rode out the tremors coursing through his body.

They hadn’t bothered to decently clean themselves up, setting for tucking each other back into their pants with shivery giggles as they tried not to handle each others’ oversensitive skin too much. Nino led this time, taking Ohno’s hand in his firmly and pulling him from the dance floor and out into the chill of the night air.

Without the protective shelter the lights and the noise provided, Ohno looked sheepish next to him in the moonlight, nudging tiny rocks with his shoe as they made their way out of the alley and back to civilization. Ohno was looking at the ground, at his shoes, at the cars whizzing by ahead, at where the stars should be above in the sky if only they could see them, anywhere except at Nino. Only the firm grasp of his hand could cue Nino to not let go, maybe to never let go.

“Hey,” Nino said, dragging the older man to a halt just before their soles touched the sidewalk. He pushed Ohno’s bangs back with one hand so he could look into dark brown eyes. The older man was expecting to be reprimanded, rejected or bitched out. Instead Nino graced him with a goofy smile and swooped in to peck his pouty lips. “Next time Oh-chan, a simple confession will suffice.”

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