Nino's Bias (Arashi)
Christmas Challenge Fic
given by; elfiepike
prompt; Ohno/Nino, Sho and mistletoe
Title: Nino's Bias
Pairing: Ohno x Nino, Sho x Nino one-sided
Rating: PG
Summary: Nino had been waiting beneath the mistletoe the entire party. (Therefore Sho was intrigued!)
Nino had been waiting beneath the mistletoe the entire party.
It was strange, and very unlike Nino, who rarely had the patience to wait for anything, be it a spot in the lunch line or the opening of a movie. He preferred to get what he wanted when he wanted it, instead of having to stand around while others got what he wanted. Mildly impatient, Nino liked to say--it was a bad habit, something to be worked on.
(Whenever he said that, everyone knew he didn't mean it, and smiled it away.)
He was waiting beneath the mistletoe with drink in hand, and guests went past him, in and out of the doorway; the room was full of loud voices, gossip and greetings, and the soft, low purr of music, seasonal and easy on the ears. Nino sighed, his back a line against the doorway, the fabric of his jacket rubbing against the paint. His eyes went down, narrow and almost annoyed, watching the carefree splash of bubbles against the circle of his champagne glass. He didn't make a sound.
Sho, on the other hand, was full of sound, live, rich laughter and hearty smiles. He careened around the room like a man who knew just what he wanted and just how to get it--the reality was he knew neither, but the constant tag battle of drinks in his hand spoke otherwise. He was full of alcohol, and therefore full of spirit; girls smiled at him, giving a shy little wave, and sometimes he would pause in his journey, offering a bit of refined conversation, a college story or two. He would try to be the life of the party. He would try not to be himself.
His eyes focused on Nino before anyone else's did: Aiba was off in one corner of the room, laughing, one hand in his pocket and the other around the shoulders of a girl, warm and protective. Jun was nowhere to be found, and no one expected otherwise: company parties irritated him, because there would come the rumors of who he had been with and who he was interested in, and really, Jun was not interested in anyone: at least not enough to be the joke of a conversation. Sho thought he'd probably be outside, lighting up a cigarette or having a drink, alone. It was sad, but Sho was too buzzed to think to retrieve him, and he didn't want to be the scapegoat for Jun's irritation.
So, there was Nino.
Nino, whose body had grown slimmer and slimmer by each passing month, sporting the hard work and dedication he had put into the past months. Nino, whose mouth was wet with champagne and small, curved, delicate to sight but firm to the touch. Nino, who was waiting for someone, anyone, perhaps, to sweep him up beneath the mistletoe. Nino, who would be his prey. Nino, who would be all his.
"Hey," Sho said with a grin, lopsided and curvy, like the waves of the sea, uneven and blue. "What's a good-looking guy like you doing at a place like this?"
Nino gave him a wry smile, shifting his weight around. One foot pressed up against the door frame, the toe of his shoe falling into the polished flooring. "Very funny. Don't you have better things to do?"
"No," Sho replied, his smile growing. He lifted his arm and pressed it above Nino's head, fingertips dangling to tickle against the other's hair. Nino sniffed, trying to avoid Sho's eyes, but it didn't work.
"No," Sho said again, leaning in a bit closer. "And look at where we are."
Nino shrugged, rolling his shoulders back a little nervously, though it was obvious he didn't want it to show. His eyes were trying to wander elsewhere again, and Sho cleared his throat, catching Nino's attention.
"You owe me a kiss," He murmured, voice thick with loosened inhibitions and hazy surroundings. "It's the rule of mistletoe, you know."
Nino wrinkled his nose, ducking out from beneath Sho's arm and curving towards the inside of the room. His glass rocked a little as he escaped, liquid knocking against the sides of the glass, as if the sea of Sho's smile had transferred elsewhere, and was not so easy-going anymore: it was almost angry.
"You're too hairy to kiss me," Nino finally declared, and Sho stumbled to stand up straight again, eyes narrowing in confusion, one hand going self-conciously to stroke the stubble growing across his chin and upper lip.
"Nino," Sho said good-naturedly, and reached for him again.
Nino scampered out of his grasp, ducking between the crowd of people in the room, the buzz of noise. "Oh-chan," He called out, moving quicker and quicker towards the refreshment table. "Oh-chan, come here!"
Ohno jerked at the sound of his name, turning his chin in towards his shoulder--one delicate hand stopped moving toward a plate of finger sandwiches, his other occupied with a paper cup of seltzer water. He looked like he had been caught stealing, though the food was all for free, and welcome to anyone. He looked slightly panicked--maybe it was because of the expression of mischief on Nino's face.
"Oh-chan, I've been waiting for you," Nino growled, exasperated, hooking elbows with Ohno and yanking him away from the table. Ohno looked back at it wistfully, feet dragging along the floor, making little black scuff marks which told the route of his journey. Sho was still standing next to the doorway, now oddly amused, his arms crossed and face contorted into a strange mixture of fondness and jealousy.
"You said I was too hairy," Sho reprimanded, nodding his chin towards Ohno as the two approached. "What about him?"
Ohno looked panicked again, eyes darting between Sho and Nino, catching a glimpse of red and green and a cute, lacy bow that adorned the mistletoe. He reached a hand up to touch his own face--then realized it still had crumbs on it from those dumb sandwiches. He hurriedly wiped his fingers along the black, mid-thigh seam of his dress pants.
"I'm too hairy?" Ohno asked, mildly put off by the thought that Sho had been approached by Nino first, or in any case, that Sho had been in the position to kiss Nino while he had been intrigued by the chocolate tartes and stacks of vanilla wafers primly decorated across the silver tablecloth.
"No," Nino said easily, and Sho danced back a step or two as Nino's arms went around Ohno's neck, nudging him backwards, rubbing his nose against the light fuzz that grew against Ohno's pointed chin. Ohno swallowed, closing his eyes, and Nino kissed him, lips warm and eager with the relief of finally getting what he was waiting for.
"I like it," Nino murmured against his lips, and Ohno almost laughed, but was afraid of pushing Nino away with the movement. His hand glanced up Nino's arm, cupping his cheek fondly.
That was the cue--Sho turned away, one hand against his forehead, sighing.
"MatsuJun's right," He said, as he caught a waiter by the arm and stole two glasses of wine from his tray, "These parties suck."
given by; elfiepike
prompt; Ohno/Nino, Sho and mistletoe
Title: Nino's Bias
Pairing: Ohno x Nino, Sho x Nino one-sided
Rating: PG
Summary: Nino had been waiting beneath the mistletoe the entire party. (Therefore Sho was intrigued!)
Nino had been waiting beneath the mistletoe the entire party.
It was strange, and very unlike Nino, who rarely had the patience to wait for anything, be it a spot in the lunch line or the opening of a movie. He preferred to get what he wanted when he wanted it, instead of having to stand around while others got what he wanted. Mildly impatient, Nino liked to say--it was a bad habit, something to be worked on.
(Whenever he said that, everyone knew he didn't mean it, and smiled it away.)
He was waiting beneath the mistletoe with drink in hand, and guests went past him, in and out of the doorway; the room was full of loud voices, gossip and greetings, and the soft, low purr of music, seasonal and easy on the ears. Nino sighed, his back a line against the doorway, the fabric of his jacket rubbing against the paint. His eyes went down, narrow and almost annoyed, watching the carefree splash of bubbles against the circle of his champagne glass. He didn't make a sound.
Sho, on the other hand, was full of sound, live, rich laughter and hearty smiles. He careened around the room like a man who knew just what he wanted and just how to get it--the reality was he knew neither, but the constant tag battle of drinks in his hand spoke otherwise. He was full of alcohol, and therefore full of spirit; girls smiled at him, giving a shy little wave, and sometimes he would pause in his journey, offering a bit of refined conversation, a college story or two. He would try to be the life of the party. He would try not to be himself.
His eyes focused on Nino before anyone else's did: Aiba was off in one corner of the room, laughing, one hand in his pocket and the other around the shoulders of a girl, warm and protective. Jun was nowhere to be found, and no one expected otherwise: company parties irritated him, because there would come the rumors of who he had been with and who he was interested in, and really, Jun was not interested in anyone: at least not enough to be the joke of a conversation. Sho thought he'd probably be outside, lighting up a cigarette or having a drink, alone. It was sad, but Sho was too buzzed to think to retrieve him, and he didn't want to be the scapegoat for Jun's irritation.
So, there was Nino.
Nino, whose body had grown slimmer and slimmer by each passing month, sporting the hard work and dedication he had put into the past months. Nino, whose mouth was wet with champagne and small, curved, delicate to sight but firm to the touch. Nino, who was waiting for someone, anyone, perhaps, to sweep him up beneath the mistletoe. Nino, who would be his prey. Nino, who would be all his.
"Hey," Sho said with a grin, lopsided and curvy, like the waves of the sea, uneven and blue. "What's a good-looking guy like you doing at a place like this?"
Nino gave him a wry smile, shifting his weight around. One foot pressed up against the door frame, the toe of his shoe falling into the polished flooring. "Very funny. Don't you have better things to do?"
"No," Sho replied, his smile growing. He lifted his arm and pressed it above Nino's head, fingertips dangling to tickle against the other's hair. Nino sniffed, trying to avoid Sho's eyes, but it didn't work.
"No," Sho said again, leaning in a bit closer. "And look at where we are."
Nino shrugged, rolling his shoulders back a little nervously, though it was obvious he didn't want it to show. His eyes were trying to wander elsewhere again, and Sho cleared his throat, catching Nino's attention.
"You owe me a kiss," He murmured, voice thick with loosened inhibitions and hazy surroundings. "It's the rule of mistletoe, you know."
Nino wrinkled his nose, ducking out from beneath Sho's arm and curving towards the inside of the room. His glass rocked a little as he escaped, liquid knocking against the sides of the glass, as if the sea of Sho's smile had transferred elsewhere, and was not so easy-going anymore: it was almost angry.
"You're too hairy to kiss me," Nino finally declared, and Sho stumbled to stand up straight again, eyes narrowing in confusion, one hand going self-conciously to stroke the stubble growing across his chin and upper lip.
"Nino," Sho said good-naturedly, and reached for him again.
Nino scampered out of his grasp, ducking between the crowd of people in the room, the buzz of noise. "Oh-chan," He called out, moving quicker and quicker towards the refreshment table. "Oh-chan, come here!"
Ohno jerked at the sound of his name, turning his chin in towards his shoulder--one delicate hand stopped moving toward a plate of finger sandwiches, his other occupied with a paper cup of seltzer water. He looked like he had been caught stealing, though the food was all for free, and welcome to anyone. He looked slightly panicked--maybe it was because of the expression of mischief on Nino's face.
"Oh-chan, I've been waiting for you," Nino growled, exasperated, hooking elbows with Ohno and yanking him away from the table. Ohno looked back at it wistfully, feet dragging along the floor, making little black scuff marks which told the route of his journey. Sho was still standing next to the doorway, now oddly amused, his arms crossed and face contorted into a strange mixture of fondness and jealousy.
"You said I was too hairy," Sho reprimanded, nodding his chin towards Ohno as the two approached. "What about him?"
Ohno looked panicked again, eyes darting between Sho and Nino, catching a glimpse of red and green and a cute, lacy bow that adorned the mistletoe. He reached a hand up to touch his own face--then realized it still had crumbs on it from those dumb sandwiches. He hurriedly wiped his fingers along the black, mid-thigh seam of his dress pants.
"I'm too hairy?" Ohno asked, mildly put off by the thought that Sho had been approached by Nino first, or in any case, that Sho had been in the position to kiss Nino while he had been intrigued by the chocolate tartes and stacks of vanilla wafers primly decorated across the silver tablecloth.
"No," Nino said easily, and Sho danced back a step or two as Nino's arms went around Ohno's neck, nudging him backwards, rubbing his nose against the light fuzz that grew against Ohno's pointed chin. Ohno swallowed, closing his eyes, and Nino kissed him, lips warm and eager with the relief of finally getting what he was waiting for.
"I like it," Nino murmured against his lips, and Ohno almost laughed, but was afraid of pushing Nino away with the movement. His hand glanced up Nino's arm, cupping his cheek fondly.
That was the cue--Sho turned away, one hand against his forehead, sighing.
"MatsuJun's right," He said, as he caught a waiter by the arm and stole two glasses of wine from his tray, "These parties suck."