[oneshot] Shutter
Title: Shutter
Fandom: Arashi
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing(s): Ohmiya. :Bv
Prompt: Ohno photographing Nino.
Notes: Written for dthnhi ages and ages ago~~ ;A; Still wonky but the more I tried to fix it, the bigger it spawned and. Well. It's as done as it'll ever be~~ m(_ _)m
Ohno's been a professional photographer for a few months now, and a pretty well-respected one at that. He works with landscape, the animals and fishes that Aiba 'liberates' during his part-time job at the zoo. Not humans, no people and the only one to date was this assignment a few years back, a Matsumoto Jun.
Except, he hasn't taken anything but the same face and the same figure and the same person since what feels like forever.
Ninomiya Kazunari.
-
It starts one hot summer day.
They’ve known each other for only a few weeks, but already his house has adapted to Nino and his sudden presence. In his living there are Nino’s game-consoles and on his kitchen counter, Nino’s new deck of cards. Nino’s clothes haphazardly mixed with his in his drawers and Nino’s guitar propped against the wall. There is even a futon in his closets, expressively for Nino’s use (even though Nino never does anyway; it’s mostly there because Sho is more at ease when he can pretend that Ohno isn’t sharing his bed with some strange man that followed him home one day.)
Right now the weather is sticky and humid, and they escape to the beach (stickier still and Nino refuses to get into the water but it’s already tons more cooling), Ohno snapping away carelessly, Nino in his viewfinder, propped up on his elbows, legs in Nino’s lap and glaring disdainfully at the sea.
“Are we done yet, Oh-chan?” Nino raises his head to stare at the sky. The clouds are many today, so thick and fluffy they look almost solid enough to walk on. To pick from the sky and melt in his mouth like cotton candy. Nino turns to tell Ohno so. “Summer Magic,” he grins, “that works, right?”
Ohno makes a face. “You just want to go home.” But Nino’s right. It's all ridiculously
pretty. The whites of the clouds clash with the clue of the sky that tinges green as it melts into the sea. Still, "not what I'm looking for!" and he flops back with a pout.
Nino grumbles under his breath and shove the camera into his face.
“Ow,” says Ohno flatly, voice nasal from the way his nose is being squashed.
“Whoops,” replies Nino, not one bit apologetic. It might have something to with that bratty little smirk. “Now don’t look away until you’ve taken something good, okay?”
“There’s nothing good here. Maybe tomorrow - “
“The new version of Dragon Quest will be released,” Nino interjects bluntly, "and we'll be in queue, bright and early." He swings his legs out to give Ohno’s ass a nudge, then a nearly-gentle kick when the older man doesn’t move. “Go take pictures of the sea or something. There might be fish.”
Effective, the fish, and Ohno is sliding down the sand, stumbling and failing his arms cheerfully as Nino watches and valiantly tries not to snicker.
When he stumbles back, camera still stuck to his face, the world is left right swinging dizzily, bright sand, flashes of palm tree green and is that Nino's -
the long graceful line of his neck as Nino tilts his head up for a drink, throat muscles shifting beneath damp skin as he takes his drink from the slim-necked bottle. Ohno watches the lint if his dark hair in the sunlight, tracks thy bead of sweat as it glides across his collarbone and down his chest; it's as if he seeing Nino for the first time; Ohno is struck by the sudden urge to touch. He wants to. Has to. Can't.
"Go ahead," says Nino suddenly and Ohno jerks his head up, breath caught in his throat, but Nino is smiling at him bright and cheerful and oblivious.
"That face you're making," he continues, tapping one short finger to the tip of his nose. "Whatever it is you want to do, don't hesitate!"
But Ohno does anyway, draws his camera up block his flustered face instead of reaching out.
The loud click of Ohno's camera. His eyes aren't even open.
(The photograph only captured the kittenish curl of Nino's lips, the mole on the point of his chin as the sky flares out behind him. This is a dreadful shame, he shall realize later on, because the secretive crinkle at the corners of Nino's eyes is terribly transparent. They could have saved so much time.)
He opens them to the sound of Nino's high-pitched laughter,
"Is that all, Captain?" Nino's eyes are shining with mirth and something else. "You know, if you ever want anything, all you need is to ask!"
Those words get stuck in his head, along with Nino's lilting voice and Nino's brilliant grin.
-
Or, it starts in Autumn.
Before they ever meet, Ohno's accustomed to take long walks through the city, along beaches and when he can get away with it, to the station for tickets to another prefecture. Anywhere he can get inspiration. A park, even though he doesn't really fancy the colder winds that have been blowing, but today - Ohno is on a Mission.
It's been months since the last time he sold any of his photographs, opting to play with his paints and clays that didn't really earn him any money, no matter how pretty they were. Sho-chan is not entirely pleased when Ohno tricks him into flirting with Shibata-neechan into letting him keep his apartment.
The day after that, Sho-chan shoves under his door nearly a dozen pamphlets advertising all sorts of photography contests. Ohno chooses the fanciest looking one, silver border framing royal blue with curly font offering enough rent money for the next few months.
The theme however, is 'Autumn Beauty', somewhat clichéd and completely uninspiring; Ohno doesn't want to submit another photo of goddamned crimson gold leaves to be swallowed by all the others. This is more difficult than expected; as far as the eye can see and crunching beneath his feet, there is the crispy rot of leaves and that hazy scent lingering in the air. Calm and soothing and poetic even - Ohno is immeasurably bored.
Then he spots a shock of neon, glaringly offensive where it is slumped amongst the fallen leaves. A jacket? Ohno squints through his viewfinder, zooming in and taking a shot of the man in it
"That's a hideous shade of green," Ohno tells this stranger enthusiastically. "Can I take another?"
"It used to be yellow," came the absent, raspy reply but then Nino narrows his eyes suspiciously. "No wait; why?"
And when Ohno tells him, he lights up, mostly at the mention of the stupidly generous cash prize but also at the theme that makes his face scrunch up with 'you're so weird!' almost-affection.
"I am hardly what you call beautiful," he chuckles and Ohno wants to cup his face for a better look (there is something amazingly pretty that he could somehow see, even then) just to prove him wrong but then Nino is pushing off the ground and pulling at Ohno's sleeve.
"Come on, then!" Nino tugs hard and Ohno tumbles down the path after him, camera bouncing awkwardly against his chest.
"I- what? Where are we going?"
"To your house, presumably," Nino tells him cheerfully. "I demand a hot bath and a decent meal; my services don't come cheap, you know."
Ohno screws his face up at this overly demanding stranger. Eyes him up and down with exaggerated disapproval. "You mean a shower. And a shave. And a haircut. And detergent. Maybe a new wardrobe. And -"
"Well, if you're offering all that..." Nino waggled his eyebrows at him playfully but beneath it he looks hopeful.
"It'll be my good deed of the day. You know, charity work." and Ohno tries to sneer but his face isn't made for it and Nino almost falls over himself laughing.
"Lead the way, Captain!"
-
By the time Ohno pauses to think whether letting this overly-familiar stranger into his hide is a good idea, he's already got one hand on the doorknob to his small apartment.
Nino cleans up even better than Ohno can expect.
The then-stranger is sitting bare, with only a towel slung half over his shoulders and pooling into his lap. Ohno's not sure where to look; his slender arms or the gentle pale of his chest or the cream of his thighs. Maybe his face, hair curling prettily around delicate, contemplative features and gentle shadows. The leaves from outside are scattered around him, muted in their red and golds in the dim light of his apartment.
"Oh," says Ohno softly, and when Nino turns to him, tilts his head up in curiosity, Ohno snaps a photo, just like that.
Nino blinks owlishly at the flash.
"What, that's it?"
"Yup! It'll turn out great," he assures the man. Nino's expression flickers, split second, and then he is grinning again, all teeth.
“Well, that was quick,” he laughs, reaching for his backpack. Unzips it and out spills a mound of gaming systems and controllers and wires. Before Ohno can do anything, he's already groping around in front of the TV. “Let me stay until you get your prize money; you're not going to kick me back out on the streets, right?” It isn't actually a question.
Ohno blinks, Is this what you're doing, dear stranger?, then laughs as he drops down next to him and picks up an electric blue controller. “Eh, sure - “ beat. “ - you might want to put on some clothes though.”
Relief spreads across Nino's face in a kittenish smile. “Clothes are for wusses!” he declares, tugging the towel more securely into his lap, “Now, let's play!”
It is only after little pixellated Ohno is annihilated that Nino says, “Oh, I'm Nino, by the way. What's your name again?”
And Ohno has to laugh.
-
Ohno wins first prize.
He tells Nino as the latter comes out of the kitchen with their dinner in hand, Ohno's fishy apron around his waist. Nino grins, like last time but maybe less teeth, and says, “You have to give me at least half that cash if you want to kick me out.”
Ohno gives him exactly half minus one yen, and Nino's smiling too sweet and thankful to mind when Ohno snaps a photograph of his blushing face for the fridge.
Nino divides his share, keeps one half under his pillow and chucks the other back at Ohno. Then he declares himself a paying resident of Ohno's home.
Ohno doesn't mind, just tries to find ways of sneaking that money back under Nino's pillow.
-
On a cold day in winter, he focuses on Nino's ears; the way they peek out from the scarves he buried himself in, how his tousled black hair curls around them. Or his small, cute hands even though Nino's taken to wearing oversized sweaters and only his fingers peek out. He's been using up filming at a ridiculously fast pace but there is so much of Nino and Nino's face and Nino's everything that
This will be - this is, Ohno reminds himself because it’s been months since he started, the most uselessly useful thing he’s embarked on in a while. Nino is a complex, hidden twists and turns along every inch of his existence; no matter how desperate Ohno tries to capture the outside him, inside Nino's always been curiously hidden from him.
Nino starts to drift and maybe Ohno doesn't notice but he takes advantage of it anyway. It's easier for his camera to focus, not too up-close and fuzzy.
"Captain," says Nino one day, absently swinging his bare legs, "there are things beyond your camera, you know that, right?"
And Ohno raises his head from where he was watching him through the lens, slight figure against the wide window and the stormy backdrop. Nino is dressed only in a too big t-shirt that hangs of his sharp frame like a tent, and boxers that actually belong to Ohno. His face is blank, perhaps tinted with pain or guilt or everything else that runs off as soon as Nino turns to look at him. Ohno stares back. Wide-eyed confusion.
Nino sighs softly and the camera clicks after him.
(Ohno thinks it might be both the prettiest and ugliest photograph he's ever taken.)
-
Later, Nino slips into his futon as he always does - but 'like he always does' normally has him flopping all over Ohno, bony angles and juts somehow comfortable, or forcing his way, head butting at Ohno's chin until he has no choice but to tuck Nino against him.
Instead tonight, Nino rolls stubbornly away from him, near falling to the floor, leaving Ohno to stare at his small thin shoulders and wonder what he's done wrong - or right, he realises absently, because like this they're finally acting normally, and who's ever heard of two grown men sharing a futon anyway? It's been like this since, but Ohno thinks maybe, maybe
“You're an idiot,” mumbled near inaudible and Nino glares balefully at his pillow but Ohno suspects it's directed at him. He inches closer, close enough to catch “but I won't give up yet, Captain,” determinedly whispered.
“Won't - what?”
“Exactly,” and Ohno thinks he can feel a smug little smile when Ohno takes his hand and drags it over him, brushed against his lips as he hauls him closer and secures Ohno's arm around his waist.
Ohno falls asleep before he can comprehend what's happened.
-
Spring and Nino accompanies Ohno on his journeys.
Spot the advertisements with Nino's teasing eyes, Nino's lips at the rim of some new beverage, Nino's cute hands delicate around the latest model cell phone.
Nino's hand grasping tightly at Ohno's in real life, tugging slightly.
"Oh-chan should expand his horizons a bit," he says and Ohno wonders why his cheeks are dusted pink. Knocks their shoulders together and Nino pretends to glare at him.
"I know I'm devilishly handsome and all that," a teasing lilt that blurs into chuckles when Ohno nods back at him with absolute seriousness. "But you can’t just take pictures of me forever and ever.”
“Maybe you just need to find something better to take,” Nino suggests but Ohno can't even begin to imagine anything better than the drawer full of Nino-centric photographs at home. He says as much, and Nino swats him upside his head. “Then go do something else!”
"I want to go fishing. On a boat," Ohno replies thoughtfully and Nino cringes until he shoots him a laughing smile.
"No, if that's what Captain wants!"
"You'll get seasick," Ohno reminds him, quite unnecessary and Nino sticks his tongue out at him.
"Then make sure wherever we're going is worth it." There is a seriousness in Nino's voice and Ohno realises he isn't joking.
"We're going somewhere?" Turn to Nino, eyes wide. "Going-going? Like, new places? Somewhere far away from -"
Nino sucks in a breath. "I'll go anywhere Oh-chan goes!" It sounds like a confession. Ohno doesn't know what to think, so -
"I'm happy wherever Nino is!" This sounds like a confession too and Ohno thinks it is but somehow, Nino doesn't seem to understand.
(To be fair, Ohno's been bit getting it for far longer, Nino will complain later, and it's because of this that his caution finally caves to impatience.)
"No, like this," Nino says with a tremor in his voice, fumbles as one hand pulls away his camera, the other slotting his fingers neatly with Ohno's. Then with the camera raised above and aimed at them, Nino leans forward.
Click, flash.
Pull back, and both men are grinning shyly.
-
This strange new island they're on, Nino can't tell if it's summer or spring, just that the sun shines just short of glaring and the breeze is pleasantly cool.
He wakes up with a shiver, the sheets slipping off his bare shoulders, and realises he's alone in bed. But the camera's still on the nightstand so he couldn't have gone - oh.
The metal is cool beneath his fingers. Despite his living with a photographer for so long, Nino's still a nothing fancy, aim-and-click sort of person. Still, he thinks as he raises it to his eye, this moment is too perfect not to try and capture.
Ohno, standing in the open doorway, and outside ate the brilliant blues, yellows of the sky and sand near melting into each other. The colours soft as they wrap around his form, affectionate.
He's only wearing a loose pair of shorts, back facing Nino a glorious shade of tan from the nape of his neck down his spine. Nino follows the smooth curve with his camera, breath catching where Ohno's tan fades into pale pale skin peeking from his waistband. He wants to touch, press his mouth against that smooth warm skin to taste the sweat and sea
But for now, there is the loud click and flash of the camera.
Ohno turns towards the sound, and for a moment Nino mourns the loss of that picture-perfect scene, but then Ohno smiles at the sight of him, fondness curling at his lips. “You're awake,” he says, laughs as he shuffles back to the bed, flopping on top of Nino and pressing him down. “Your turn to play photographer now? Lemme see!”
But Nino pushes up to kiss him instead, sneaking the camera back to the stand when Ohno is thoroughly distracted. He'll show him the photo later, if it turns out well. For now, he hums sweetly into Ohno's mouth, fingers sliding down his slim shoulders, his back, slipping beneath the waistband. Ohno laughs again that reverberates down the lengths of their bodies sealed tightly together. The photo that might or might not turn out - Nino's just an aim-and-click person after all - is forgotten and anyway, Nino supposes it doesn't really matter.
There's always time to take more.
_
... Wahahaha, see, I named it after that one horror movie for a reason~~ *dead*
Fandom: Arashi
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairing(s): Ohmiya. :Bv
Prompt: Ohno photographing Nino.
Notes: Written for dthnhi ages and ages ago~~ ;A; Still wonky but the more I tried to fix it, the bigger it spawned and. Well. It's as done as it'll ever be~~ m(_ _)m
Ohno's been a professional photographer for a few months now, and a pretty well-respected one at that. He works with landscape, the animals and fishes that Aiba 'liberates' during his part-time job at the zoo. Not humans, no people and the only one to date was this assignment a few years back, a Matsumoto Jun.
Except, he hasn't taken anything but the same face and the same figure and the same person since what feels like forever.
Ninomiya Kazunari.
-
It starts one hot summer day.
They’ve known each other for only a few weeks, but already his house has adapted to Nino and his sudden presence. In his living there are Nino’s game-consoles and on his kitchen counter, Nino’s new deck of cards. Nino’s clothes haphazardly mixed with his in his drawers and Nino’s guitar propped against the wall. There is even a futon in his closets, expressively for Nino’s use (even though Nino never does anyway; it’s mostly there because Sho is more at ease when he can pretend that Ohno isn’t sharing his bed with some strange man that followed him home one day.)
Right now the weather is sticky and humid, and they escape to the beach (stickier still and Nino refuses to get into the water but it’s already tons more cooling), Ohno snapping away carelessly, Nino in his viewfinder, propped up on his elbows, legs in Nino’s lap and glaring disdainfully at the sea.
“Are we done yet, Oh-chan?” Nino raises his head to stare at the sky. The clouds are many today, so thick and fluffy they look almost solid enough to walk on. To pick from the sky and melt in his mouth like cotton candy. Nino turns to tell Ohno so. “Summer Magic,” he grins, “that works, right?”
Ohno makes a face. “You just want to go home.” But Nino’s right. It's all ridiculously
pretty. The whites of the clouds clash with the clue of the sky that tinges green as it melts into the sea. Still, "not what I'm looking for!" and he flops back with a pout.
Nino grumbles under his breath and shove the camera into his face.
“Ow,” says Ohno flatly, voice nasal from the way his nose is being squashed.
“Whoops,” replies Nino, not one bit apologetic. It might have something to with that bratty little smirk. “Now don’t look away until you’ve taken something good, okay?”
“There’s nothing good here. Maybe tomorrow - “
“The new version of Dragon Quest will be released,” Nino interjects bluntly, "and we'll be in queue, bright and early." He swings his legs out to give Ohno’s ass a nudge, then a nearly-gentle kick when the older man doesn’t move. “Go take pictures of the sea or something. There might be fish.”
Effective, the fish, and Ohno is sliding down the sand, stumbling and failing his arms cheerfully as Nino watches and valiantly tries not to snicker.
When he stumbles back, camera still stuck to his face, the world is left right swinging dizzily, bright sand, flashes of palm tree green and is that Nino's -
the long graceful line of his neck as Nino tilts his head up for a drink, throat muscles shifting beneath damp skin as he takes his drink from the slim-necked bottle. Ohno watches the lint if his dark hair in the sunlight, tracks thy bead of sweat as it glides across his collarbone and down his chest; it's as if he seeing Nino for the first time; Ohno is struck by the sudden urge to touch. He wants to. Has to. Can't.
"Go ahead," says Nino suddenly and Ohno jerks his head up, breath caught in his throat, but Nino is smiling at him bright and cheerful and oblivious.
"That face you're making," he continues, tapping one short finger to the tip of his nose. "Whatever it is you want to do, don't hesitate!"
But Ohno does anyway, draws his camera up block his flustered face instead of reaching out.
The loud click of Ohno's camera. His eyes aren't even open.
(The photograph only captured the kittenish curl of Nino's lips, the mole on the point of his chin as the sky flares out behind him. This is a dreadful shame, he shall realize later on, because the secretive crinkle at the corners of Nino's eyes is terribly transparent. They could have saved so much time.)
He opens them to the sound of Nino's high-pitched laughter,
"Is that all, Captain?" Nino's eyes are shining with mirth and something else. "You know, if you ever want anything, all you need is to ask!"
Those words get stuck in his head, along with Nino's lilting voice and Nino's brilliant grin.
-
Or, it starts in Autumn.
Before they ever meet, Ohno's accustomed to take long walks through the city, along beaches and when he can get away with it, to the station for tickets to another prefecture. Anywhere he can get inspiration. A park, even though he doesn't really fancy the colder winds that have been blowing, but today - Ohno is on a Mission.
It's been months since the last time he sold any of his photographs, opting to play with his paints and clays that didn't really earn him any money, no matter how pretty they were. Sho-chan is not entirely pleased when Ohno tricks him into flirting with Shibata-neechan into letting him keep his apartment.
The day after that, Sho-chan shoves under his door nearly a dozen pamphlets advertising all sorts of photography contests. Ohno chooses the fanciest looking one, silver border framing royal blue with curly font offering enough rent money for the next few months.
The theme however, is 'Autumn Beauty', somewhat clichéd and completely uninspiring; Ohno doesn't want to submit another photo of goddamned crimson gold leaves to be swallowed by all the others. This is more difficult than expected; as far as the eye can see and crunching beneath his feet, there is the crispy rot of leaves and that hazy scent lingering in the air. Calm and soothing and poetic even - Ohno is immeasurably bored.
Then he spots a shock of neon, glaringly offensive where it is slumped amongst the fallen leaves. A jacket? Ohno squints through his viewfinder, zooming in and taking a shot of the man in it
"That's a hideous shade of green," Ohno tells this stranger enthusiastically. "Can I take another?"
"It used to be yellow," came the absent, raspy reply but then Nino narrows his eyes suspiciously. "No wait; why?"
And when Ohno tells him, he lights up, mostly at the mention of the stupidly generous cash prize but also at the theme that makes his face scrunch up with 'you're so weird!' almost-affection.
"I am hardly what you call beautiful," he chuckles and Ohno wants to cup his face for a better look (there is something amazingly pretty that he could somehow see, even then) just to prove him wrong but then Nino is pushing off the ground and pulling at Ohno's sleeve.
"Come on, then!" Nino tugs hard and Ohno tumbles down the path after him, camera bouncing awkwardly against his chest.
"I- what? Where are we going?"
"To your house, presumably," Nino tells him cheerfully. "I demand a hot bath and a decent meal; my services don't come cheap, you know."
Ohno screws his face up at this overly demanding stranger. Eyes him up and down with exaggerated disapproval. "You mean a shower. And a shave. And a haircut. And detergent. Maybe a new wardrobe. And -"
"Well, if you're offering all that..." Nino waggled his eyebrows at him playfully but beneath it he looks hopeful.
"It'll be my good deed of the day. You know, charity work." and Ohno tries to sneer but his face isn't made for it and Nino almost falls over himself laughing.
"Lead the way, Captain!"
-
By the time Ohno pauses to think whether letting this overly-familiar stranger into his hide is a good idea, he's already got one hand on the doorknob to his small apartment.
Nino cleans up even better than Ohno can expect.
The then-stranger is sitting bare, with only a towel slung half over his shoulders and pooling into his lap. Ohno's not sure where to look; his slender arms or the gentle pale of his chest or the cream of his thighs. Maybe his face, hair curling prettily around delicate, contemplative features and gentle shadows. The leaves from outside are scattered around him, muted in their red and golds in the dim light of his apartment.
"Oh," says Ohno softly, and when Nino turns to him, tilts his head up in curiosity, Ohno snaps a photo, just like that.
Nino blinks owlishly at the flash.
"What, that's it?"
"Yup! It'll turn out great," he assures the man. Nino's expression flickers, split second, and then he is grinning again, all teeth.
“Well, that was quick,” he laughs, reaching for his backpack. Unzips it and out spills a mound of gaming systems and controllers and wires. Before Ohno can do anything, he's already groping around in front of the TV. “Let me stay until you get your prize money; you're not going to kick me back out on the streets, right?” It isn't actually a question.
Ohno blinks, Is this what you're doing, dear stranger?, then laughs as he drops down next to him and picks up an electric blue controller. “Eh, sure - “ beat. “ - you might want to put on some clothes though.”
Relief spreads across Nino's face in a kittenish smile. “Clothes are for wusses!” he declares, tugging the towel more securely into his lap, “Now, let's play!”
It is only after little pixellated Ohno is annihilated that Nino says, “Oh, I'm Nino, by the way. What's your name again?”
And Ohno has to laugh.
-
Ohno wins first prize.
He tells Nino as the latter comes out of the kitchen with their dinner in hand, Ohno's fishy apron around his waist. Nino grins, like last time but maybe less teeth, and says, “You have to give me at least half that cash if you want to kick me out.”
Ohno gives him exactly half minus one yen, and Nino's smiling too sweet and thankful to mind when Ohno snaps a photograph of his blushing face for the fridge.
Nino divides his share, keeps one half under his pillow and chucks the other back at Ohno. Then he declares himself a paying resident of Ohno's home.
Ohno doesn't mind, just tries to find ways of sneaking that money back under Nino's pillow.
-
On a cold day in winter, he focuses on Nino's ears; the way they peek out from the scarves he buried himself in, how his tousled black hair curls around them. Or his small, cute hands even though Nino's taken to wearing oversized sweaters and only his fingers peek out. He's been using up filming at a ridiculously fast pace but there is so much of Nino and Nino's face and Nino's everything that
This will be - this is, Ohno reminds himself because it’s been months since he started, the most uselessly useful thing he’s embarked on in a while. Nino is a complex, hidden twists and turns along every inch of his existence; no matter how desperate Ohno tries to capture the outside him, inside Nino's always been curiously hidden from him.
Nino starts to drift and maybe Ohno doesn't notice but he takes advantage of it anyway. It's easier for his camera to focus, not too up-close and fuzzy.
"Captain," says Nino one day, absently swinging his bare legs, "there are things beyond your camera, you know that, right?"
And Ohno raises his head from where he was watching him through the lens, slight figure against the wide window and the stormy backdrop. Nino is dressed only in a too big t-shirt that hangs of his sharp frame like a tent, and boxers that actually belong to Ohno. His face is blank, perhaps tinted with pain or guilt or everything else that runs off as soon as Nino turns to look at him. Ohno stares back. Wide-eyed confusion.
Nino sighs softly and the camera clicks after him.
(Ohno thinks it might be both the prettiest and ugliest photograph he's ever taken.)
-
Later, Nino slips into his futon as he always does - but 'like he always does' normally has him flopping all over Ohno, bony angles and juts somehow comfortable, or forcing his way, head butting at Ohno's chin until he has no choice but to tuck Nino against him.
Instead tonight, Nino rolls stubbornly away from him, near falling to the floor, leaving Ohno to stare at his small thin shoulders and wonder what he's done wrong - or right, he realises absently, because like this they're finally acting normally, and who's ever heard of two grown men sharing a futon anyway? It's been like this since, but Ohno thinks maybe, maybe
“You're an idiot,” mumbled near inaudible and Nino glares balefully at his pillow but Ohno suspects it's directed at him. He inches closer, close enough to catch “but I won't give up yet, Captain,” determinedly whispered.
“Won't - what?”
“Exactly,” and Ohno thinks he can feel a smug little smile when Ohno takes his hand and drags it over him, brushed against his lips as he hauls him closer and secures Ohno's arm around his waist.
Ohno falls asleep before he can comprehend what's happened.
-
Spring and Nino accompanies Ohno on his journeys.
Spot the advertisements with Nino's teasing eyes, Nino's lips at the rim of some new beverage, Nino's cute hands delicate around the latest model cell phone.
Nino's hand grasping tightly at Ohno's in real life, tugging slightly.
"Oh-chan should expand his horizons a bit," he says and Ohno wonders why his cheeks are dusted pink. Knocks their shoulders together and Nino pretends to glare at him.
"I know I'm devilishly handsome and all that," a teasing lilt that blurs into chuckles when Ohno nods back at him with absolute seriousness. "But you can’t just take pictures of me forever and ever.”
“Maybe you just need to find something better to take,” Nino suggests but Ohno can't even begin to imagine anything better than the drawer full of Nino-centric photographs at home. He says as much, and Nino swats him upside his head. “Then go do something else!”
"I want to go fishing. On a boat," Ohno replies thoughtfully and Nino cringes until he shoots him a laughing smile.
"No, if that's what Captain wants!"
"You'll get seasick," Ohno reminds him, quite unnecessary and Nino sticks his tongue out at him.
"Then make sure wherever we're going is worth it." There is a seriousness in Nino's voice and Ohno realises he isn't joking.
"We're going somewhere?" Turn to Nino, eyes wide. "Going-going? Like, new places? Somewhere far away from -"
Nino sucks in a breath. "I'll go anywhere Oh-chan goes!" It sounds like a confession. Ohno doesn't know what to think, so -
"I'm happy wherever Nino is!" This sounds like a confession too and Ohno thinks it is but somehow, Nino doesn't seem to understand.
(To be fair, Ohno's been bit getting it for far longer, Nino will complain later, and it's because of this that his caution finally caves to impatience.)
"No, like this," Nino says with a tremor in his voice, fumbles as one hand pulls away his camera, the other slotting his fingers neatly with Ohno's. Then with the camera raised above and aimed at them, Nino leans forward.
Click, flash.
Pull back, and both men are grinning shyly.
-
This strange new island they're on, Nino can't tell if it's summer or spring, just that the sun shines just short of glaring and the breeze is pleasantly cool.
He wakes up with a shiver, the sheets slipping off his bare shoulders, and realises he's alone in bed. But the camera's still on the nightstand so he couldn't have gone - oh.
The metal is cool beneath his fingers. Despite his living with a photographer for so long, Nino's still a nothing fancy, aim-and-click sort of person. Still, he thinks as he raises it to his eye, this moment is too perfect not to try and capture.
Ohno, standing in the open doorway, and outside ate the brilliant blues, yellows of the sky and sand near melting into each other. The colours soft as they wrap around his form, affectionate.
He's only wearing a loose pair of shorts, back facing Nino a glorious shade of tan from the nape of his neck down his spine. Nino follows the smooth curve with his camera, breath catching where Ohno's tan fades into pale pale skin peeking from his waistband. He wants to touch, press his mouth against that smooth warm skin to taste the sweat and sea
But for now, there is the loud click and flash of the camera.
Ohno turns towards the sound, and for a moment Nino mourns the loss of that picture-perfect scene, but then Ohno smiles at the sight of him, fondness curling at his lips. “You're awake,” he says, laughs as he shuffles back to the bed, flopping on top of Nino and pressing him down. “Your turn to play photographer now? Lemme see!”
But Nino pushes up to kiss him instead, sneaking the camera back to the stand when Ohno is thoroughly distracted. He'll show him the photo later, if it turns out well. For now, he hums sweetly into Ohno's mouth, fingers sliding down his slim shoulders, his back, slipping beneath the waistband. Ohno laughs again that reverberates down the lengths of their bodies sealed tightly together. The photo that might or might not turn out - Nino's just an aim-and-click person after all - is forgotten and anyway, Nino supposes it doesn't really matter.
There's always time to take more.
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... Wahahaha, see, I named it after that one horror movie for a reason~~ *dead*