Snowflakes
Snowflakes
Pairing: Ohmiya
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1716
Summary: Arashi go out into the cold countryside for a photoshoot.
Ohno thought he'd gotten used to Matsujun's hair, but it was still always a shock to see it in the morning before it was styled, because it lay flat on his head and made him look like he'd gotten caught in a rainstorm. "Good morning," he said, taking up a seat in the van to Jun's right, tucking his bag under the seat.
A chorus of grunts answered him, and Sho saw fit to flutter a hand at him as well from the back seat, where Aiba was half-sprawled over his lap and still asleep. The car pulled away from his house, out into the gray-skied city, and Ohno buckled his seat belt.
Nobody came alive for a while after that--Jun was busy staring out the window, tapping out the rhythm of whatever song he was listening to against his jaw. Ohno could hear the tinny sound of the drums, and guessed it might be the Beatles. (It was cheating, probably, because Jun only listened to the Beatles lately.)
"Captain," Nino finally said, and Ohno could feel Nino hovering over his shoulder, his presence entirely physical even though Ohno couldn't actually see him. "Oh, you're actually awake."
"I am?" He didn't feel awake. The cityscape meandering by outside seemed like some sort of surreal dream world. He wouldn't have been surprised if he could see the people in the next ramen shop walking upside down on the ceiling, or if he saw an elephant--he'd been dreaming of elephants lately.
"To the extent you normally are, I imagine," Nino answered.
Ohno scratched at the scruff on his chin. "I forgot where we're going," he admitted.
"Dakimachi," Jun supplied helpfully, not turning around. "It's a three hour trip."
"It looks like rain," Sho butted in.
"It won't, or they would've cancelled," Jun said with the airs of someone who was completely convinced they were right, which he probably was. Finally tiring of the persistent gray that drifted by outside the windows, he sat back into his seat and crossed his arms. "...What is it?"
Ohno realized he was staring at Jun. It was hard not to stare sometimes, because Jun was pretty, and especially so with the weirdly diffused light glowing over his cheekbones. "I like mornings."
Nino barked a laugh, and Ohno could feel his small fingers digging under the collar of his shirt, under the cashmere sweater his mother had bought him on clearance the week before. "That's news to me," he said as Ohno cringed; Nino's fingers were cold, and he was completely unapologetic about it, tracing them down further to pet over Ohno's collarbones. "You're always the sleepy bear in the mornings."
Matsujun snorted, not entirely content with the nonsensical answer, but maybe he decided he didn't want to know after all, because he let it drop. "You're making Captain squirm, Nino," he remarked instead, watching with a mixture of disgust and resignation.
"I know. He's cute when he squirms."
"Your fingers are freezing," Ohno complained, his shoulders hunched up around his ears.
"Obviously, that's why they're in your shirt," Nino said, retreating enough to pinch affectionately at Ohno's ear.
"I wasn't aware you needed a reason," Matsujun drawled.
"I don't," was Nino's flippant answer. "But sometimes they're convenient."
"You're making my nipples pucker up!" Ohno protested, but like every protest he'd ever made in the past, it did more harm than good, because Nino just hummed appreciatively.
"Is the trip going to be three hours of this?" Sho asked from the back seat, sounding mournful.
"Three hours of what?" asked a sleepy, just-woken Aiba. Ohno turned around in time to see him rubbing at his eyes, stretching like a cat and nearly banging Sho in the face with his elbow as Matsujun replied: "It's been ten years of it, you think they're stopping now?"
Sho sighed.
Nino didn't take his hands out of Ohno's shirt for another thirty minutes.
~
The site for the shoot was actually beautiful. Trees stretched up, their branches clinging to the sky, and there was a river with flashes of life and that instantly made Ohno think of trout. A small cabin, ramshackle and with a tilted smokestack, housed a kotatsu that they all climbed under thankfully. Nino's foot pushed up under his thigh under the blanket. He knew it was Nino's because the toes wriggled, and Aiba was out doing his shoot already.
"You learned something new?" Sho asked Nino, tipping down the pages of his newspaper (where did he fit them all, Ohno wondered, and how did they just appear out of nowhere like that?)
"I'm not ready to share it yet," Nino said, absorbed in studying the faces of his cards, his small hands cradling them almost lovingly.
Matsujun was carefully peeling one of the expressively bright tangerines that sat piled in a bowl by his right hand, and Ohno was fairly certain he was doing his best not to get pieces of the rind under his nails. He was asking something about the trick, but Ohno was too busy admiring the certain way that Nino's hands moved, how he flipped cards with quick, effortless motions, to listen to the words proper.
"Nino," he said suddenly, "come on a walk with me?"
Matsujun stared at him comically, one fragment of fruit halfway in his lips. Nino's hands hadn't even paused. "Why?"
"C'mon," Ohno said, knowing there wasn't one good reason that would uproot Nino from the warmth of the kotatsu.
Sho's paper rustled. Ohno could only see the top of his head, flyaway hairs all carefully sprayed into place. "It is nice outside," he remarked mildly, in the way that meant he was thinking about something else entirely.
"Excuse me," Jun said, finally managing to have partially chewed his fruit. "But are you forgetting all that whining you were doing about your balls outside?"
Sho looked up, rueful. "I was talking about the scenery. And I wasn't whining."
"I thought mine were going to fall off too," Ohno supplied helpfully.
"See!" Sho seemed cheered.
"And you still want to go out in it?" Nino frowned, thumbing through his deck, straightening them all up, and then starting the process over.
"Well... yes," Ohno said as Jun lobbed a piece of tangerine peel and caught Sho on the cheek. "There was something I wanted to look at."
"So go," Nino said.
"I want you to go with me."
Sighing, Nino held his cards, staring at them almost as if they could commiserate with him, but it didn't take much more of Ohno whining to get Nino up and out the door. Of course, that meant it came with bitching, but Ohno was well prepared for Nino's acerbic remarks about his frozen knuckles.
Leaves crunched under their feet, and stones turned as they traveled a soft dirt path, taking them farther away from the cabin until only the two of them and their whitened breath existed. Ohno heard the distant caw of a raven, and then the sound of the river started to come clearer through the underbrush.
"I should have known," Nino murmured when he saw where they'd ended up. "Look, there's ice on it."
He was right: in the eddying waters at the edge of the river were delicate patterns of ice, some pieces broken from the larger bits and drifting, swirling, becoming caught on the current and floating away.
Ohno nearly jumped out of his skin. "NINO." The younger man moved back, giggling fiendishly, stepping away from Ohno's backside, where he'd just shoved his fingers. "Stop iiiiit!"
"But they're cold. And it's your fault," Nino said reasonably, holding up both his hands, which were mottled with red.
"You can stick them under your armpits," Ohno sulked, rubbing at his ass. "I can't believe you're still like an elementary school student. No wonder the Koreans say you look like you're seven."
Nino shrugged, unaffected, his lashes low and his eyelids sleek. He had that look that Ohno found both unnerving and fascinating, as if he was noticing things about Ohno that even Ohno himself didn't know. "You have a nice ass."
"I don't mind you grabbing it, but when you kancho me I almost fall on my face," Ohno said, aware that he was pouting.
"Poor Captain," Nino said, standing closer, his breath fogging against Ohno's cheek and his hands cupping to either side of his jaw. Ohno felt a shiver climb up his spine.
Nino's lips were warm where his hands were not--the gap was startling, and made Ohno seek out that warmth all the more: Nino's tongue was slick, slipping over his lips, making soft heat pool in his gut that fanned outward, like a protection against the weather that was trying to creep into the folds of his clothes. When Nino grabbed his ass again he didn't even squeak.
"Nino--" He'd felt something on his cheek. Nino pulled back, his gaze still sharp, dark, and curious, his hands winding into Ohno's back pockets as if they were his own. Ohno realized that it hadn't been Nino's lashes, because Nino was already looking up with wonder.
"Ohchan, it's snowing."
They were like little faeries, floating in uncertain, joyful trails that inevitably brought them closer to the ground. The snowflakes were so few he felt he count count them if he tried.
"Jun-kun was right," Nino murmured after a moment, as absorbed as Ohno was in watching the fluttering fall of snow. It seemed almost as if a magic spell had drifted down with the flakes. "But so was Sho-chan, wasn't he?"
Ohno nodded mutely.
Nino's smile turned on, mischief written into its corners. "If enough comes down, I am so going to put a snowball in someone's pants."
"If it's Sho-chan he'll squawk," Ohno mused.
Nino took his hand, squeezing. "They all would," Nino said decisively, "but if it was Aiba or Jun-kun they'd try to get me back."
"NINO! CAPTAIN!" Matsujun's voice floated through the the branches of the trees, disconnected. "IT'S NINO'S TURN TO SHOOT!"
"Damn right it is," Nino said, smile telling stories of snowball fights, and as they turned back to the cabin Ohno had to smile. Behind them the river droned on and the snow continued to fall, multiplying into a dizzying spell of white.
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Pairing: Ohmiya
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1716
Summary: Arashi go out into the cold countryside for a photoshoot.
Ohno thought he'd gotten used to Matsujun's hair, but it was still always a shock to see it in the morning before it was styled, because it lay flat on his head and made him look like he'd gotten caught in a rainstorm. "Good morning," he said, taking up a seat in the van to Jun's right, tucking his bag under the seat.
A chorus of grunts answered him, and Sho saw fit to flutter a hand at him as well from the back seat, where Aiba was half-sprawled over his lap and still asleep. The car pulled away from his house, out into the gray-skied city, and Ohno buckled his seat belt.
Nobody came alive for a while after that--Jun was busy staring out the window, tapping out the rhythm of whatever song he was listening to against his jaw. Ohno could hear the tinny sound of the drums, and guessed it might be the Beatles. (It was cheating, probably, because Jun only listened to the Beatles lately.)
"Captain," Nino finally said, and Ohno could feel Nino hovering over his shoulder, his presence entirely physical even though Ohno couldn't actually see him. "Oh, you're actually awake."
"I am?" He didn't feel awake. The cityscape meandering by outside seemed like some sort of surreal dream world. He wouldn't have been surprised if he could see the people in the next ramen shop walking upside down on the ceiling, or if he saw an elephant--he'd been dreaming of elephants lately.
"To the extent you normally are, I imagine," Nino answered.
Ohno scratched at the scruff on his chin. "I forgot where we're going," he admitted.
"Dakimachi," Jun supplied helpfully, not turning around. "It's a three hour trip."
"It looks like rain," Sho butted in.
"It won't, or they would've cancelled," Jun said with the airs of someone who was completely convinced they were right, which he probably was. Finally tiring of the persistent gray that drifted by outside the windows, he sat back into his seat and crossed his arms. "...What is it?"
Ohno realized he was staring at Jun. It was hard not to stare sometimes, because Jun was pretty, and especially so with the weirdly diffused light glowing over his cheekbones. "I like mornings."
Nino barked a laugh, and Ohno could feel his small fingers digging under the collar of his shirt, under the cashmere sweater his mother had bought him on clearance the week before. "That's news to me," he said as Ohno cringed; Nino's fingers were cold, and he was completely unapologetic about it, tracing them down further to pet over Ohno's collarbones. "You're always the sleepy bear in the mornings."
Matsujun snorted, not entirely content with the nonsensical answer, but maybe he decided he didn't want to know after all, because he let it drop. "You're making Captain squirm, Nino," he remarked instead, watching with a mixture of disgust and resignation.
"I know. He's cute when he squirms."
"Your fingers are freezing," Ohno complained, his shoulders hunched up around his ears.
"Obviously, that's why they're in your shirt," Nino said, retreating enough to pinch affectionately at Ohno's ear.
"I wasn't aware you needed a reason," Matsujun drawled.
"I don't," was Nino's flippant answer. "But sometimes they're convenient."
"You're making my nipples pucker up!" Ohno protested, but like every protest he'd ever made in the past, it did more harm than good, because Nino just hummed appreciatively.
"Is the trip going to be three hours of this?" Sho asked from the back seat, sounding mournful.
"Three hours of what?" asked a sleepy, just-woken Aiba. Ohno turned around in time to see him rubbing at his eyes, stretching like a cat and nearly banging Sho in the face with his elbow as Matsujun replied: "It's been ten years of it, you think they're stopping now?"
Sho sighed.
Nino didn't take his hands out of Ohno's shirt for another thirty minutes.
~
The site for the shoot was actually beautiful. Trees stretched up, their branches clinging to the sky, and there was a river with flashes of life and that instantly made Ohno think of trout. A small cabin, ramshackle and with a tilted smokestack, housed a kotatsu that they all climbed under thankfully. Nino's foot pushed up under his thigh under the blanket. He knew it was Nino's because the toes wriggled, and Aiba was out doing his shoot already.
"You learned something new?" Sho asked Nino, tipping down the pages of his newspaper (where did he fit them all, Ohno wondered, and how did they just appear out of nowhere like that?)
"I'm not ready to share it yet," Nino said, absorbed in studying the faces of his cards, his small hands cradling them almost lovingly.
Matsujun was carefully peeling one of the expressively bright tangerines that sat piled in a bowl by his right hand, and Ohno was fairly certain he was doing his best not to get pieces of the rind under his nails. He was asking something about the trick, but Ohno was too busy admiring the certain way that Nino's hands moved, how he flipped cards with quick, effortless motions, to listen to the words proper.
"Nino," he said suddenly, "come on a walk with me?"
Matsujun stared at him comically, one fragment of fruit halfway in his lips. Nino's hands hadn't even paused. "Why?"
"C'mon," Ohno said, knowing there wasn't one good reason that would uproot Nino from the warmth of the kotatsu.
Sho's paper rustled. Ohno could only see the top of his head, flyaway hairs all carefully sprayed into place. "It is nice outside," he remarked mildly, in the way that meant he was thinking about something else entirely.
"Excuse me," Jun said, finally managing to have partially chewed his fruit. "But are you forgetting all that whining you were doing about your balls outside?"
Sho looked up, rueful. "I was talking about the scenery. And I wasn't whining."
"I thought mine were going to fall off too," Ohno supplied helpfully.
"See!" Sho seemed cheered.
"And you still want to go out in it?" Nino frowned, thumbing through his deck, straightening them all up, and then starting the process over.
"Well... yes," Ohno said as Jun lobbed a piece of tangerine peel and caught Sho on the cheek. "There was something I wanted to look at."
"So go," Nino said.
"I want you to go with me."
Sighing, Nino held his cards, staring at them almost as if they could commiserate with him, but it didn't take much more of Ohno whining to get Nino up and out the door. Of course, that meant it came with bitching, but Ohno was well prepared for Nino's acerbic remarks about his frozen knuckles.
Leaves crunched under their feet, and stones turned as they traveled a soft dirt path, taking them farther away from the cabin until only the two of them and their whitened breath existed. Ohno heard the distant caw of a raven, and then the sound of the river started to come clearer through the underbrush.
"I should have known," Nino murmured when he saw where they'd ended up. "Look, there's ice on it."
He was right: in the eddying waters at the edge of the river were delicate patterns of ice, some pieces broken from the larger bits and drifting, swirling, becoming caught on the current and floating away.
Ohno nearly jumped out of his skin. "NINO." The younger man moved back, giggling fiendishly, stepping away from Ohno's backside, where he'd just shoved his fingers. "Stop iiiiit!"
"But they're cold. And it's your fault," Nino said reasonably, holding up both his hands, which were mottled with red.
"You can stick them under your armpits," Ohno sulked, rubbing at his ass. "I can't believe you're still like an elementary school student. No wonder the Koreans say you look like you're seven."
Nino shrugged, unaffected, his lashes low and his eyelids sleek. He had that look that Ohno found both unnerving and fascinating, as if he was noticing things about Ohno that even Ohno himself didn't know. "You have a nice ass."
"I don't mind you grabbing it, but when you kancho me I almost fall on my face," Ohno said, aware that he was pouting.
"Poor Captain," Nino said, standing closer, his breath fogging against Ohno's cheek and his hands cupping to either side of his jaw. Ohno felt a shiver climb up his spine.
Nino's lips were warm where his hands were not--the gap was startling, and made Ohno seek out that warmth all the more: Nino's tongue was slick, slipping over his lips, making soft heat pool in his gut that fanned outward, like a protection against the weather that was trying to creep into the folds of his clothes. When Nino grabbed his ass again he didn't even squeak.
"Nino--" He'd felt something on his cheek. Nino pulled back, his gaze still sharp, dark, and curious, his hands winding into Ohno's back pockets as if they were his own. Ohno realized that it hadn't been Nino's lashes, because Nino was already looking up with wonder.
"Ohchan, it's snowing."
They were like little faeries, floating in uncertain, joyful trails that inevitably brought them closer to the ground. The snowflakes were so few he felt he count count them if he tried.
"Jun-kun was right," Nino murmured after a moment, as absorbed as Ohno was in watching the fluttering fall of snow. It seemed almost as if a magic spell had drifted down with the flakes. "But so was Sho-chan, wasn't he?"
Ohno nodded mutely.
Nino's smile turned on, mischief written into its corners. "If enough comes down, I am so going to put a snowball in someone's pants."
"If it's Sho-chan he'll squawk," Ohno mused.
Nino took his hand, squeezing. "They all would," Nino said decisively, "but if it was Aiba or Jun-kun they'd try to get me back."
"NINO! CAPTAIN!" Matsujun's voice floated through the the branches of the trees, disconnected. "IT'S NINO'S TURN TO SHOOT!"
"Damn right it is," Nino said, smile telling stories of snowball fights, and as they turned back to the cabin Ohno had to smile. Behind them the river droned on and the snow continued to fall, multiplying into a dizzying spell of white.
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