Pancakes,.?!
Title: Pancakes,.?!
Author: jamasunda
Beta: hippiefox
Pairing: Ohmiya~, barely noticable Sakuraiba
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 6117 words
Genre: Attempt at an AU, at romance, at humour and everything there between. Oh, and porn. Of course.
Summary: Ohno's a horny high school kid that has a bully fetish.
Disclaimer: I own nada. D8!
Notes: My Christmas gift to hippiefox ♥! She CONSTANTLY bullied me with this fic XD FINALLY I gave in. 8| I'm such a whore for my friends. And don't ask about the title, cuz frankly I don't know myself. XD
It was at the beginning of the term, and something about the quiet, artistic boy sitting next to him in Chemistry class tickled Nino's fancy. The boy was too quiet, too introverted to be left alone.
The boy was not much to look at: his hair went down over his ears, his glasses made his eyes look big and he kept staring blankly at the white board in front of him. The class had once witnessed the Chemistry teacher waving his hands frantically in front of the guy before he gave up.
Ninomiya Kazunari, the well-known, self-proclaimed school bully, was interested. Despite his small stature, Nino was a loudmouth that shamed most sailors. Ninomiya was described as a crafty little bastard, brown-nosing up to those who he considered his worst enemies before he robbed them of their stature, and he alone stood at the top.
He formed a small gang with two of his best friends, Matsumoto Jun and Aiba Masaki.
Aiba had been Nino‘s best friend since kindergarten. He was tall, spontaneous, awkward and the only person that knew what went on in Nino‘s head.
They both met Jun during their first years of elementary school. Jun had been an easy target for bullies: his body was tiny, his voice was high and he radiated innocence.
After being annoyed for months at how Jun never stood up for himself, Nino took him under his and Aiba‘s wing. Jun grew up pretty fast, now standing taller than Nino, and his confidence poured from his very being. He had mastered the glare, which was famous to send a few girls running, crying for a new pair of panties.
While Aiba and Jun surrounded themselves with women, mostly Jun because Aiba‘s antics usually scared the female sex off, Nino sat quietly by himself, scoffing every time someone interrupted him as he practiced his magic.
The boy next to him reminded Nino, in some way, of young Jun. Nino kept glaring out from the corner of his eye at the boy, who‘s was now beginning to doze off, his head bouncing up and down.
„Ninomiya.“
He watched as the younger boy‘s head slid further down, closer to the desk.
„NINOMIYA KAZUNARI.“
The teacher smacked his pointer hard on Nino‘s desk, successfully directing Nino‘s attention from his seatmate to his teacher. Nino played his „innocent“ act, something he had perfected over the years. The teacher‘s visible anger wavered.
„Pay attention.“
CLUNK.
The class‘ attention landed on Nino‘s seatmate, whose head had dropped hard on the desk, the arm that had been supporting his chin, still up in the air.
The teacher sighed as he tapped the student‘s head lightly, and watched as the student rubbed at his nose, groaning.
„Ohno-kun. Detention.“
„Okay.“ He mumbled.
Nino snorted audibly.
„You too, Ninomiya.“
„But--!“
„Don‘t even try to fight back, Ninomiya-kun. I swear, it‘s the first week after Christmas break and you‘re already in trouble.“ The teacher shook his head and returned back to the board, continuing his speech.
Nino slunk back in his chair, his hands fisting in his school uniform as he shot a glare at his seatmate, Ohno, who was falling back asleep.
,That Ohno kid will pay.' He thought.
--
They had been instructed to one of the art rooms after class, assigned to clean up the paint splatters and discarded brushes, papers and other stuff that lingered around the room. Nino didn‘t even want to know how paint got on to the fan.
Ohno apparently had resigned to his fate, slowly washing off a huge paint splatter on one of the windows as Nino walked around the room, kicking at one of the buckets before he slouched down in one of the chairs.
Ohno said nothing.
„I‘m not gonna help you, you know. It‘s your fault that I‘m in here.“ Nino snorted, his hands behind his head as he dozed.
„I know.“
Nino eyed him with one eye, the lack of responsive having irked him a bit.
„So you have to do everything yourself, you know.“
Ohno nodded quietly as he struggled wiping off paint.
The time passed in silence for 10 minutes, before Nino cursed out loud and stomped over to Ohno. He ripped the piece of cloth Ohno was using out of his hands, and went on furiously scrubbing the spot Ohno had been working on the last couple of minutes.
„Go clean up something else! This is mine!“
Ohno blinked at Nino‘s back before his face lighted up in a smile.
„Thank you, Ninomiya-kun.“
Nino would not admit that his heart skipped a beat when he looked back on Ohno‘s face.
„Stupid, go do something!“
„Okay!“
Ohno scrambled up, putting brushes and paper to its’ rightful place before he sat down at one of the tables. He placed a paper on the table, and picked up one of his pens as he started drawing.
Nino, who was just finished with his scrubbing, stared back at Ohno, his face scrunched up in displeasure.
„What the hell are you doing?“
Ohno didn‘t look up from his drawing: „Drawing.“
Nino scoffed, „I can see that. I‘m not blind, you know. What are you drawing?“
Ohno‘s nose twitched, and his tongue dipped out of his mouth endearingly as he concentrated.
„You.“
Nino would not admit he blushed. He briskly walked towards Ohno, and peered over his shoulder.
On the paper he saw what he had been doing earlier, staring at the mysterious paint splatter on the fan.
„How the hell do you remember my face that well to draw that?“
Ohno ignored him.
Nino huffed and pulled out a chair next to him, tipping it back and resting his feet on the table.
„My head‘s too big.“
Ohno still ignored him.
„It‘s not that good. You should stop drawing it.“
Still no response.
Nino kicked the table in his frustration, something he had hoped would startle Ohno out of his world but Ohno only continued working.
Nino crossed his arms, having resignated from his useless battle. He rubbed the sore spot on his leg, having accidentally injured himself in his attempt to arouse Ohno to action.
„Stupid...“ he mumbled as his eyelids began to feel heavier, and finally fell asleep next to the drawing artist.
--
He awoke as the teacher entered the room an hour later, checking to see if they had done what was asked of them.
Seemingly satisfied, he sent them home, admiring Ohno‘s drawing and told him he should consider joining the art club, to which Ohno refused.
Nino exited the classroom first. He spotted his friends ahead of him but didn‘t notice the blur racing in his direction until they smacked together and the blur fell on the floor, papers spilling everywhere.
Nino sneered, „Watch where you‘re going, asshole.“
Jun and Aiba, who had seen what happened, ran to them, laughing loudly.
The guy, who had unfortunately tumbled face first on the floor, rubbed at his head and began reaching for his papers.
Nino snickered as he turned around, beckoning the boys to follow him. He noticed Aiba‘s reluctance to follow him, instead standing for a while over the boy and biting his lip.
„Aiba.“
Aiba‘s head snapped towards Nino, as he began moving in his direction, away from the guy on the floor.
„Oh, Sho-kun. What happened?“
Nino could recognize Ohno‘s voice without turning around.
„Satoshi!“ Sho bellowed, „How did you get yourself into trouble. I‘ve been looking all over for you-“
Their conversation mixed in with the noises of traffic, slowly drowned as the three boys exited the school.
--
In every Chemistry class, they sat together. The seats had been fixed at first, but the teacher allowed those who wanted to sit together to move, if they would stay quiet in exchange.
Nino didn‘t move an inch, and no one requested to sit next to Ohno. It was a win-win situation. He hadn‘t wanted to move away. Ohno still fascinated him, as well as bugged the hell out of him.
Nino found himself staring at Ohno‘s hands after the teacher had paired them up and given them samples to test. The fingers were long and feminine, the nails sharp, but the hands themselves, although delicate-looking, still were the hands of a man.
Nino glanced at his own hands: short and chubby. Aiba had told him that they looked like hamburgers. Nino felt the urge to hide his hands from view.
Sometimes he disgusted himself. But he had gotten used to it.
„Ninomiya-kun?“
Ohno‘s voice brought him back to reality. He found Ohno‘s face inches away from his, the glasses making Ohno‘s eyes larger than they were.
„What do you want?“ Nino spat out.
„Could you hand me that tissue?“ Ohno pointed behind him.
Nino followed the finger‘s direction and grabbed the roll of tissues before he handed them back to Ohno.
„Thank you.“
Ohno‘s hand touching his sent sparks through Nino‘s system.
--
„Sakurai-sempai!“
The chirpy voices were painful to his ears. Sho turned around to find two giggly girls smiling sweetly, a bit too sweetly, at him and seemingly trying to show as much cleavage as womanly possible with their uniforms the way they were.
He had been hoping to catch Satoshi-kun before he left the art room.
„What do you want?“ Sho asked, trying to keep his voice level and non-threatening.
„We had been wondering,“ they giggled and Sho fought a frown, „... wondering if you could help us study for our finals.“
They puppy-eyed him, managing to look like humanized deer. And Sho could never resist deer.
Sho closed his eyes for a nano-second before he opened them and looked around frantically in search of assistance.
He spotted the tall guy from Ninomiya‘s so-called gang. He searched his brain for the boy‘s name before he disappeared around the corner.
‚Souba? No wait...‘
„AIBA-SAN!“
Aiba‘s head spun around just as he reached the stairs, and he spotted Sho looking at him, with a smile wide enough to blind. Aiba blushed. He took note of Sho‘s situation: surrounded by two girls (whose heads were turned towards him, frowning) and their attire as well as Sho‘s tense posture and pleading gaze.
„Oh, Sakurai-sempai! There you are!“ Aiba smiled, „I‘ve been looking all over for you!“
Sho‘s thankful grin in return, for some reason, lightened up Aiba‘s mood.
„Ah, yes! Let‘s go!“ Sho gripped Aiba‘s hand, a move that sent electric surges throughout Aiba‘s body, and dragged him away from the girls and towards the art rooms.
„Thanks.“ Sho hissed out, barely audible. Aiba‘s blush returned full force.
„I thought I would be forced into accepting their request.“
„Oh?“ Aiba questioned.
„They gave me the doe eyes.“
Aiba chose wisely not to answer.
„Damnit Satoshi-kun, where are you?“ He could hear Sho talk to himself.
„Ohno-san?“ Aiba asked. Aiba ripped his hand loose and smashed his right fist into his left palm.
„Oh, think Nino is with him?“ Aiba asked excitedly.
Sho stared at him. „Seeing how he stalks Satoshi everywhere, I‘d say yes.“
„Stalks?“
„Yeah.“ Sho stated, „Duh. He‘s as obvious as a guy in a women‘s-only bar.“
It took Aiba a second to register what Sho had just said before his eyes widened dramatically.
„Oh! Oh--!! OH!“
Aiba took off ahead of Sho.
„Hey!“ Sho called after him, „Wait up!“
--
Nino followed the sound of the melodic voice, coming from one of the drama halls.
It was after school, and most of the lights in school were out. The voice echoed in the empty hallways, lending the singing a sense of eeriness.
He had never heard a voice so beautiful and clear before. It drew him in like a light does to a moth.
He tiptoed towards the noise, plastering himself to the wall (Sincerely hoping one of the school workers wouldn‘t mistake him for a thief if spotted).
He went around the corner before he stopped clearly in his tracks. He stood frozen in the middle of the doorway before he noticed how exposed he was, and dove behind one of the pillars that surrounded the drama hall.
There were a lot of people on the wide stage, but in the spotlight was no one but Ohno. He stood, his face troubled as he sang the text written on the piece of paper in his hands. The rare times he stumbled on words, having a difficult time reading the kanji that represented them, did nothing to diminish his voice.
As he watched Ohno carefully from his hiding spot, Nino was drawn towards the way Ohno started to move across the stage in graceful steps. The movements sent a burst of heat to the bottom of Nino‘s stomach. He could feel himself harden.
„DAMNIT. Why the fuck now?“ He hissed quietly, gripping at the hem of his jacket.
Apparently he hadn‘t been all that quiet, because he spotted Ohno‘s head (and the other students‘) turn in his direction, and hurriedly ran out of the auditorium and into one of the vacant bathrooms on the same floor.
Nino slammed the door, and sat down in one of the stalls before he let his breath out.
He rested his head on the wall behind him, eyes closed in concentration as he tried to will his erection away. He took a few deep breaths and thought of the time when he caught his grandmother naked after a bath, but nothing worked.
„Damnit, I can‘t believe I‘m going to do this in a public bathroom,“ Nino thought as he shoved his hand down his pants.
Just as he gripped his erection firmly, and arched closer to contact, a loud and reverberating crash sounded.
„NINO?! I saw you run in here!!“
„FUCK,“ Nino quickly pulled his hands out of his pants, and turned sharply to face the wall just as Aiba ripped up the door to the stall.
Nino looked back to see Aiba‘s face lighten up considerably, „There you ar-!“
„What the fuck are you doing here, Aiba-chan?!“
Aiba blinked, „I just saw you run in here like you were being chased by a ghost.“
Nino stared at him blankly.
„... and I was curious.“
Nino groaned and head-butted the wall he faced. He came to the conclusion that he hated his friends.
„I have a question too!!“ Aiba happily proclaimed. Much too happily.
„Yeah. Okay, I‘ll be out in a minute, Aiba-chan.“ He began, speaking slowly as if to a child. „Just wait outsi-“
Aiba‘s giggle halted his words.
„... what‘s so funny?“
Aiba failed at looking composed; „Nothing. I‘ll be outside. Just finish..... your business.“
The lecherous look on Aiba‘s face sent shivers down Nino‘s spine.
„Just remember,“ the older man began again, „that the tighter and faster you do it, the better.“
Nino‘s face became one of mortification. „I-I-but...“
„It also helps to think of the one you like!“
„.......“
Aiba‘s face lightened up again, „Wait, I‘ll show you!“
Aiba‘s hand managed to grab at his waist and drag him forward out of the cabinet. Nino struggled against the grip and raised his leg in attempt to kick at Aiba when the door to the bathroom opened again.
And Ohno stepped in.
„Ohno-sempai!“ Aiba grinned, „Would you help me?“
Ohno blinked innocently, his hair mussed and literally oozing sweat, something that made Nino even harder.
„With what?“ Ohno innocently asked back, running a hand through his hair.
„Nino nee- oof“ The kick Nino sent to Aiba‘s stomach interrupted his suggestion. He twisted out of Aiba‘s loose grip, and ran out the door, bumping into Ohno‘s shoulder as he did.
He ran past the corner, almost bumping into Sho, who screeched like a girl when Nino appeared in front of him and threw his arms up to protect himself.
„I HATE my friends!!“ Nino growled out as he sprinted (albeit with difficulty) past him and out of the school, never noticing Ohno observing him from behind.
--
It took Nino a week before he felt confident enough to stop blushing whenever someone mentioned Ohno‘s name.
He bitched about his ex-best friend to Jun, who sat on the floor in Nino‘s bedroom and watched as the older boy paced back and forth in front of him.
Jun snorted when Nino stubbed his toe on an inconveniently placed box on the floor.
„He‘s making you weak, you know.“
Nino stopped cursing Aiba‘s name.
„Eh? Who?“ Puzzled, he raised an eyebrow. „Aiba-chan?“
Jun rolled his eyes. „No stupid, that Ohno guy.“
Nino‘s mouth pull in to a frown as he glared at the younger boy. „Why the hell do you say that?“
Jun pulled a face and averted his eyes.
Nino ignored him for the rest of the day.
--
„Want to come over?“ came the unexpected question.
„Eeeh?“ The question had startled Nino out of his daydream.
They were stuck in science class, and the teacher had left the class alone to finish their projects. Nino had been whining about his DS for the last 45 minutes, even pissing off Jun and Aiba who sat behind them, and had resulted with a shoe hitting his head.
„Want to come over?“ Ohno repeated his question, his lips set in a gentle smile and his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. „My mom makes the best cha-han!“
„Uhh, sure.“ Nino‘s lips stretched into an awkward smile, „That‘d be cool.“
He ignored Aiba sending him the thumbs up and much rather focused on the butterflies going crazy in his stomach.
--
They had walked to Ohno‘s house holding hands. Ohno had initiated it and Nino didn‘t want to seem rude by pulling his hand away (he even kinda liked his small hand enveloped in Ohno‘s warm one).
Ohno‘s house was two floors, Nino observed as they took off their shoes in Ohno´s entrance way.
„Kaa-chan, I‘m home!“ Ohno called out, practically skipping into the house, leaving Nino behind to observe his surroundings. He took note of the how warm the home looked, it wasn‘t the tidiest house he had seen but it wasn‘t clustered either.
It made him feel welcome.
He was pulled out of his thought when Ohno showed up in front of him, and pulled him into the kitchen.
„Kaa-chan, this is Ninomiya-kun!“
Nino bowed politely at the older woman setting the table. She bore a bright smile, and Nino took in how stunningly alike Ohno and his mom were.
„Ninomiya-kun. Arara, what a cute boy!“ She said kindly, making Nino‘s face flush slightly,
„Satoshi has told me a lot about you. You like cha-han, right?“
Nino nodded shyly.
„That‘s good. Now, go upstairs you two. Dinner isn‘t on just yet.“ She shooed them off and up the stairs. Ohno led Nino to his bedroom and as they settled in (Nino on Ohno‘s bed and Ohno on his chair), Nino‘s regular persona came through again.
„Nice room,“ he commented, looking around and spotting the old paint splatters on Ohno‘s floor, walls and (Nino did not want to know why) his ceiling.
Ohno grinned sheepishly.
„So,“ Nino had no idea what to say. Furthermore, Ohno was watching him carefully, his eyes glinting with something Nino had ever seen before in the quiet, older boy.
Nino instinctually moved to the side before Ohno stood up from his chair and sat down beside him. Ohno‘s left hand gripped Nino‘s right one, his thumb caressing Nino‘s softly.
Nino‘s gaze on their entwined hands was so intense he didn‘t even notice when Ohno‘s head moved closer to his and their lips met in a light kiss.
The older boy pulled away, leaving Nino sitting open-mouthed and staring into thin air. Ohno watched carefully as Nino swallowed and his teeth played with his bottom lip.
Ohno moved closer again, giving Nino time to push him away. When Nino didn‘t pull away or show any signs of protest, Ohno moved in for the kill.
Their lips met again, moving against each other shyly. Ohno‘s right hand cupped Nino‘s cheek, and his thumb stroked below Nino‘s bottom lip, pushing his mouth open lightly and Nino happily complied.
The younger boy whimpered quietly and tilted his head, allowing Ohno better access. They continued like that until Ohno‘s mom called them for dinner a few minutes later.
Nino emitted a quiet whimper as Ohno pulled away, and wiped Nino‘s face with his hand.
„Com‘ on,“ Ohno pulled at Nino‘s hand softly, „let‘s go eat!“
Nino allowed Ohno to drag him downstairs.
--
They were greeted by Ohno-mama‘s warm smile and a feast on the table.
„Satoshi, your father has business to do so it‘s just us three.“
Ohno nodded before pulling Nino to sit on the chair beside him.
„Itadakimasu~!“ The Ohno family proclaimed before they happily stuffed their cheeks with cha-han. It took Nino a longer time to start eating, after the passionate kiss Ohno had given him , he was sure his brain had fried.
As he chewed on his cha-han silently, he couldn‘t help but blush when he stole glances at the boy besides him, smiling so wide and laughing with his mother, that food almost came back out of his mouth.
Nino thought Ohno had never looked more attractive than now. Nino furrowed his nose and moved to dig in his meal, when something stroked up his calf. The sudden touch almost sent the bowl out of Nino‘s hand, and gathered the attention of Ohno and his mother.
„You okay, Ninomiya-kun?“ Ohno‘s mother asked worriedly.
Nino swallowed awkwardly before pulling himself together, „Yes, Ohno-san. I‘m fine.“ He smiled wide as to prove his point, ignoring how the thing on his calf started to massage him.
When Ohno-mama excused herself and went into the kitchen to fetch more food, Nino took a quick look under the table.
It was Ohno‘s foot.
Nino was about to tell Ohno to „quit it or I‘ll kick you“ when Ohno-mama returned. He pulled a charming smile, glaring at Ohno from the corner of his eye when he heard Ohno‘s low chuckle.
„Stop it, Oh-chan,“ Nino hissed quietly.
Ohno didn‘t react but Nino knew he had heard him. And he definitely felt that Ohno didn‘t even listen. As a matter of fact, he seemed to move his foot higher on Nino‘s leg, stroking in slow, sensual movements.
As it climbed higher on his leg, Nino began to be creeped out by Ohno‘s flexibility. Who knew he could stuff his toes this close to Nino‘s crotch while sitting next to him? Ohno‘s toes gripped at Nino‘s inner thigh slightly, making him jump in his seat and again, attracting Ohno-mama‘s attention.
„You sure you‘re okay, Ninomiya-kun?“
Nino nodded rapidly as Ohno‘s toes began to seemingly drag their way closer to Nino‘s crotch.
Nino bit back a whimper.
„I‘m totally-“ Ohno toes rubbed him softly through his pants, „-f-f-fine.“
Ohno-mama pouted slightly and opened her mouth again slightly before she glanced at the clock and saw what time it was. „Oh my!“ she exclaimed, „It‘s late!“
The boys turned around to look at the clock as well, Ohno finally ceasing his ministrations.
It was 9 PM.
‚Why the hell are we eating dinner at 9 PM‘ Nino glared at the clock in scrutiny.
„Ninomiya-kun.“
Nino turned back around towards Ohno-mama.
„Why don‘t you sleep over tonight,“ she smiled brightly, „I‘ll call your parents.“
Nino blinked. „It‘s okay, you don‘t-“
„I insist!“
Nino glanced at Ohno, who was watching him intently.
„... alright then.“ He agreed slowly, strangely thrilled at Ohno‘s happy (and somehow promising) smile.
--
„What the hell was that downstairs?“ Nino bristled, hissing quietly as they walked back to Ohno‘s room carrying an extra futon Ohno‘s mother had handed him.
Ohno smirked slightly from behind Nino., his eyes squinting together behind his glasses. He looked irresistible. Nino swallowed.
„...Seriously, what the hell?“
Ohno placed one of his pretty fingers in front of his mouth to signal Nino‘s silence. Nino did what was asked of him reluctantly and pouted childishly as they stepped into Ohno‘s bedroom.
Nino went in ahead of Ohno and dumped his futon unceremoniously on the floor and turned around, ready to start again when Ohno shoved him harshly up against the now closed bedroom door and took his breath away with a passionate kiss.
Nino broke the kiss when his head dipped back and hit the door harshly. Ohno took advantage of Nino‘s situation and proceeded to lick and nip at Nino‘s throat, causing Nino‘s groans of displeasure turn 180.
Ohno went on marking Nino‘s neck with teeth and tongue, before he sucked hard on Nino‘s Adam‘s apple and thrust against the lither body. Nino bucked against the older boy, his hands fumbling against the door, looking for something to support himself with.
Ohno suddenly pulled Nino away from the door and dragged Nino towards his bed before he pushed him down on it. Ohno climbed over the younger boy and sat down on his stomach, looking down at Nino sensually through his glasses.
Nino‘s struggled pants, barely called breathing, were the only sounds in the bedroom.
„You...“ he managed to squeak out, „....y-you...“
He couldn‘t finish; at the exact moment, Ohno had given a slight smirk and then bucked backwards so that Nino‘s crotch came in contact with Ohno‘s rear. Nino arched his back and thrust up, causing Ohno to moan and push back harder. Their rhythm got faster as Ohno rode him through their clothing, bucking back harshly to each of Nino‘s eager thrusts.
As the stars began to appear in Nino‘s eyes, Ohno suddenly jumped off him.
Overcome, Nino lay there blinking before the loss of warmth registered in his brain. He sat up quickly and prepared to bellow, but was yet again interrupted before he could even squeak out a word.
Ohno wasn‘t there. And the door was open.
Nino gaped at the open door, his heart caught in his throat uncomfortably. He sat up quickly and desperately tried to compose himself if, by chance, Ohno‘s mother would walk past the open doorway. He willed his erection to go away, and was almost succeeding when Ohno walked (skipped in Nino‘s opinion) back in the room, with lube in hand and a bright smile capable of blinding, before swiftly turning around and shutting the door.
Ohno locked it quietly, probably as to ensure his mom hadn‘t heard him, before he let out a breath and smiled again. Nino swallowed, Ohno was just too cute.
„That was just mean, you know,“ Nino said quietly, watching as Ohno stripped his shirt and pants calmly. Nino felt himself harden again.
Ohno chuckled slightly and ran a hand through his long hair. Nino kept his eyes on Ohno‘s face, but after some time they began to trail downwards, exploring the older boy‘s chest and stomach. Nino pouted when he saw that Ohno had nicer abs than himself.
Why was everything concerning Ohno so pretty? Pretty eyes, pretty face and pretty hands. Nino looked at his own hands with a forlorn gaze.
„You okay?“ Ohno‘s voice reached his ears.
Nino fisted his hands. „Yeah.“
Ohno‘s brows furrowed before he climbed on the bed and sat facing Nino. He cocked his head to the side, before trailing a finger over Nino‘s wrist and over his clenched right fist. He opened the hand gently.
„Something wrong with your hands?“ Ohno asked, almost whispering in concern.
„They hurt?“
Nino pouted childishly. „Nah, just ugly.“
Ohno‘s brows furrowed further, before he covered Nino‘s right hand with his own.
„I like Nino‘s hands.“
Ohno brought the hand up to his lips, kissing his knuckles slightly. He placed Nino‘s hand back in the younger boy‘s lap before he moved closer and kissed Nino on the lips.
„I like all of Nino.“
Nino didn‘t have time to blush as Ohno‘s hands began moving to unbutton Nino‘s shirt. Their kiss continued as Ohno unbuttoned the shirt button by button and slid it slowly off Nino‘s narrow shoulders. His hands moved over Nino‘s chest in a fleeting manner, making the younger boy groan quietly.
Ohno moved his hand downwards, barely grazing skin, before he stilled at the hem of Nino‘s jeans. The older boy unbuttoned the single button and zipped his zipper down.
Ohno deepened their kiss, tilting his head to the side so he could gain better access of Nino‘s mouth. He gently pushed Nino back down on the mattress, straddling him and breaking their kiss, smiling gently as he began moving down Nino‘s body.
He marked the younger boy‘s chest and stomach with licks, nips and kisses, circling his bellybutton with his tongue before nipping gently on the skin just above his trousers. Nino arched against the sensation, and Ohno took the opportunity to pull Nino‘s jeans down over his butt. Ohno moved from sitting over Nino to the side.
„Raise your leg, Nino-kun,“ he commanded gently. Nino, lost in the haze of lust, complied and shakingly raised his legs, allowing Ohno to undress him.
Nino found himself buck naked on Ohno‘s bed. He hadn‘t even felt Ohno take his underwear off.
„Not fair,“ Nino managed to say, glaring at Ohno‘s pants. He pouted and moved his head to face the wall besides him. Ohno had tormented him a lot today, so returning the favor was a given!
It was the rustling of fabric that attracted Nino‘s attention and he moved to look in Ohno‘s direction. Ohno had toed away his clothing that he had stripped off earlier, and when he saw that he had gained the younger boy‘s attention, he smiled wide, showing off his slightly crooked but very cute teeth.
Then he shimmied his way out of his own underpants, standing buck naked in the middle of the room. And hard. Nino blushed hard and turned back to face the wall, trying to forget the image that was almost imprinted into his brain.
He was rudely reminded that he was naked as well when Ohno moved back to sit on his stomach again, cocking his head slightly to the side. His eyes sparkled behind his glasses.
Nino turned to watch Ohno with a cautious gaze, trying as hard as he could to avoid staring at the older boy's crotch.
It wasn‘t working.
Ohno moved his left hand behind himself and felt for Nino‘s half-hard erection, grabbing it and pulling when he found it. Nino‘s head slammed back down on his pillow, and Ohno released him, in favor of sucking on Nino‘s exposed throat.
Ohno moved slowly down the expanses of Nino‘s throat until he reached the younger man‘s nipples. He circled one with his tongue and he played with the other using his right hand, keeping the nub hardened, causing Nino to groan and arch up against the pleasure.
„Oh-chan,“ he choked out, attracting Ohno‘s attention. The older man looked at him through his bangs, his tongue having stilled on Nino‘s nipple. Nino groaned. „Don‘t tease.“
Ohno smiled, his tongue sneaked back past his lips and his eyes literally beaming behind his glasses before he lowered his mouth on the nipple and sucked.
Nino almost screamed, smothering his mouth with Ohno‘s pillow. He really hoped he‘d get spit on it, as a small payback. Behind the pillowcase, he felt Ohno move and his mouth travel lower, scorching hot and wet. Ohno‘s tongue licked at his navel, before it suddenly disappeared.
Nino lay still under the pillow, wondering if Ohno had left. He raised his right arm, intending to lift the pillow and take a peek, but before he even touched it, Nino‘s cock was engulfed with some warm, wet and breathing.
Nino‘s breath left his body at the sudden sensation, almost choking on the pillow.
„Damn bloody murdering device, stupid--- fuck!!“ He cursed, overwhelmed by everything. He threw the pillow on the floor as Ohno‘s hand started playing with his balls, his other hand gripping at the base of Nino‘s erection.
Ohno breathed in the musky scent of Nino‘s sex, taking in the salty taste. It wasn‘t the best thing he had tasted, but it wasn‘t bad. He took Nino in deep, almost slurping around his cock. He let him slide out until only the head was in, pushing his tongue in the slit, making the younger man grasp at the sheets and arch up.
„Aa-aaah, Oh-h-chan.“
Ohno grasped for the lube and hurriedly smeared it on his right fingers before reaching behind himself and circle his entrance. He released Nino‘s cock with a wet „pop“ sound, and supported his body with his left arm as he prepared himself with his own fingers.
The sight of Ohno, red-faced and puffing out breaths, his eyes full of lust, turned Nino even more on than he had thought. He wondered if it really felt good when he saw Ohno buck back slowly to his own ministrations, to have something in him.
Suddenly Ohno moved back up to Nino and brought their lips together in a gentle kiss.
„Condom?“ Ohno asked quietly.
Nino, too frustrated to mind, bit back; „Does it look like I care anymore?!“
„Okay.“ Ohno beamed before he settled on Nino‘s lap and engulfed Nino‘s erection in his tight heat.
Nino‘s eyes widened comically as he was being brought in up to his balls. He grasped at Ohno‘s hips, his short nails piercing through Ohno‘s skin. Ohno didn‘t seem to mind, too focused on the sensation Nino‘s cock brought him.
„Wait a sec,“ Ohno whispered, making himself comfortable before he pushed back. The pace was slow at first and Ohno clenched with each thrust, effectively bringing Nino closer to orgasm.
But Ohno‘s pace quickened, Nino felt himself grow uncomfortable, sinking lower and lower into the mattress.
„Oh-chan!“ He gasped out, one hand shooting up to grasp at the shoulder of the boy riding him. „Stop! I‘m sinking!“
Ohno blinked, his hazy eyes barely comprehending his words.
„Your mattress! It‘s eating me! I can‘t breathe!!“
Ohno stayed quiet for a while before his body quivered with quiet laughs. He eyed Nino playfully.
„Want to change?“
Nino nodded frantically, his eyes pleading and his hands grasping Ohno‘s thighs tighter. Ohno moved off him, letting the younger boy slide out.
„You need to move up.“ He commented gently, poking Nino‘s ribs. But Nino blinked up to the ceiling before he pouted.
„Is it good?“
„Is what good?“ Ohno asked innocently.
„You know. That.“ Nino averted Ohno‘s gaze, „Doing that.“
„Oh....“
„Yeah.“
Ohno‘s nose scruffed up. „Well, it hurts. At first. But then it´s good.“
Nino seemed to contemplate something for a short while before he finally met Ohno‘s gaze.
„Can- Can I try?“
Ohno‘s eyebrows shot up under his hair, before he broke out in a smile. „Of course!“
Ohno reached for the lube again, smearing a generous amount on his fingers before posing them at Nino‘s entrance.
Nino tugged at Ohno‘s ear, bringing their faces close. „If this hurts, so help me I‘ll kick you so hard your grandfather starts to bleed.“
„Okay!“ Ohno agreed, before he inserted a finger.
Nino clenched involuntarily, not used to the sensation and his brows furrowed. When Ohno inserted two fingers, he let out a small gasp. Ohno made scissor movements and thrust slowly upwards, careful of not hurting the younger man.
Nino‘s head fell back on the mattress when Ohno inserted the third finger.
He thrust slowly.
„Fuck, this is weird!“ Nino bit out, his teeth clenching. Ohno spared him a second glance, before he thrust in harder, hitting Nino‘s spot and making him clench around the delicate digits.
„I‘m fine now,“ Nino growled, „Just get in me!“
Ohno stopped his movements; „Are you su--?“
„YES. Just do --- aaaahhh!“
Ohno entered Nino in one stroke, the younger boy arching up against him, melding their chests together. Ohno buried himself up to the hilt, before he stilled to let Nino adjust.
Nino grasped at Ohno‘s biceps, his mouth open wide and his eyes staring at nothing before he settled on the older man. His mouth closed and frowned, making Ohno slightly apprehensive.
When Nino‘s right hand came at his face, Ohno snapped his eyes closed, expecting a slap. When he didn‘t feel a thing, he slowly opened them again to see Nino watching him, guilt-ridden.
Nino‘s hand traced Ohno‘s face, starting at his lips before moving upwards and gently taking off the older man‘s glasses.
Nino bit his lower lip and retracted his hand back. Ohno grabbed at the wrist, bringing it up to his lips again and kissing each knuckle.
„I‘m sor-“ Nino began, nervousness practically oozing off of him, but Ohno cut him off.
„No.“ He kissed Nino‘s lips gently, „I‘m sorry.“
Ohno began to move, going slow and allowing Nino to get used to the feeling. When Nino started to buck back with his movements and moaning for him to go harder and faster, he all but happily complied.
Ohno made sure his angle made it so he reached the spot within Nino that sent him over the brink. They moved together, Nino grasping at Ohno‘s biceps and desperately locking their mouths together in a passionate kiss. Ohno moved one hand to grasp at Nino‘s erection, but the mere touch alone sent Nino straight to orgasm and he voiced it out silently, crying into Ohno‘s mouth.
The sudden tightening of Nino around Ohno‘s cock sent him over the brink himself, spilling into the warm body beneath him. Ohno thrust lazily as he drained himself, managing to smear Nino‘s stickiness over both of their stomachs.
Ohno fell down on his side beside Nino, and brought up the crumpled sheets over them. They stayed cuddled together under the sheets in bliss, exchanging small kisses until they fell asleep.
--
Nino woke up the next morning feeling drained, sore and with a headache the size of Brazil, but even so, entirely happy. He was surrounded by warmth, and strangely, a pair of arms. He opened his eyes to face the sleepy eyes of his (boyfriend?) friend.
His face flushed red as he recalled the nights’ events, a flash of sounds and pictures moving rapidly in his head. He squirmed around, before he noticed just how clean he was.
Nino‘s eyes scrunched up and his tongue stuck out before whining; „Eeeuuuughhhh, sticky~“
Ohno‘s eyes twinkled with laughter, before the older man reached for his glasses and sat up.
„I‘m going to take a shower, wanna join?“
Nino flushed more red. „Uuuh, okay.“
--
The shower had taken only minutes. They had helped cleaning each other off, and massaging soap into each other‘s hair.
Changing clothes was awkward, Nino wouldn‘t deny that. Even though they had seen every last bit of each other the night before, it was still weird to be naked in someone else‘s house and with the person you liked in the same room.
Ohno watched endearingly as Nino faced away from him as he dressed up.
„You go downstairs first,“ He told Nino, making him turn around quizzically. „I need to put stuff in the laundry room.“
„Ohh, ok then.“
Nino rubbed his eyes as he walked downstairs and into the kitchen, only to be happily greeted by Ohno‘s mother.
„Ninomiya-kun!“ She smiled before winking, „How was the night?“
Nino stopped dead in his tracks and his face flushed beet red.
„I-uh-what-how-“ He stammered.
„Oh, boys always think they‘re quiet when in fact they‘re not,“ She smiled sweetly, before leading him to a seat. „Now let me give you some painkillers!“
Nino‘s face twitched as Ohno walked in the room.
„Oh, Satoshi, you want some too?“
Ohno blinked at his mother, then at Nino who kept sending him desperate looks, before he answered; „Yes, please.“
Ohno‘s mother happily fuzzed over the boys at breakfast, even making extra lunches for them to have.
„Ninomiya-kun!“ he heard her call from the kitchen as they got ready to walk to school.
„Uhh, yes?“
„I forgot to tell you ‚welcome to the family‘!“ She beamed at him.
Nino slammed his head on Ohno‘s back as he pushed the chuckling boy out the door ahead of him.
THE END.
Author: jamasunda
Beta: hippiefox
Pairing: Ohmiya~, barely noticable Sakuraiba
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 6117 words
Genre: Attempt at an AU, at romance, at humour and everything there between. Oh, and porn. Of course.
Summary: Ohno's a horny high school kid that has a bully fetish.
Disclaimer: I own nada. D8!
Notes: My Christmas gift to hippiefox ♥! She CONSTANTLY bullied me with this fic XD FINALLY I gave in. 8| I'm such a whore for my friends. And don't ask about the title, cuz frankly I don't know myself. XD
It was at the beginning of the term, and something about the quiet, artistic boy sitting next to him in Chemistry class tickled Nino's fancy. The boy was too quiet, too introverted to be left alone.
The boy was not much to look at: his hair went down over his ears, his glasses made his eyes look big and he kept staring blankly at the white board in front of him. The class had once witnessed the Chemistry teacher waving his hands frantically in front of the guy before he gave up.
Ninomiya Kazunari, the well-known, self-proclaimed school bully, was interested. Despite his small stature, Nino was a loudmouth that shamed most sailors. Ninomiya was described as a crafty little bastard, brown-nosing up to those who he considered his worst enemies before he robbed them of their stature, and he alone stood at the top.
He formed a small gang with two of his best friends, Matsumoto Jun and Aiba Masaki.
Aiba had been Nino‘s best friend since kindergarten. He was tall, spontaneous, awkward and the only person that knew what went on in Nino‘s head.
They both met Jun during their first years of elementary school. Jun had been an easy target for bullies: his body was tiny, his voice was high and he radiated innocence.
After being annoyed for months at how Jun never stood up for himself, Nino took him under his and Aiba‘s wing. Jun grew up pretty fast, now standing taller than Nino, and his confidence poured from his very being. He had mastered the glare, which was famous to send a few girls running, crying for a new pair of panties.
While Aiba and Jun surrounded themselves with women, mostly Jun because Aiba‘s antics usually scared the female sex off, Nino sat quietly by himself, scoffing every time someone interrupted him as he practiced his magic.
The boy next to him reminded Nino, in some way, of young Jun. Nino kept glaring out from the corner of his eye at the boy, who‘s was now beginning to doze off, his head bouncing up and down.
„Ninomiya.“
He watched as the younger boy‘s head slid further down, closer to the desk.
„NINOMIYA KAZUNARI.“
The teacher smacked his pointer hard on Nino‘s desk, successfully directing Nino‘s attention from his seatmate to his teacher. Nino played his „innocent“ act, something he had perfected over the years. The teacher‘s visible anger wavered.
„Pay attention.“
CLUNK.
The class‘ attention landed on Nino‘s seatmate, whose head had dropped hard on the desk, the arm that had been supporting his chin, still up in the air.
The teacher sighed as he tapped the student‘s head lightly, and watched as the student rubbed at his nose, groaning.
„Ohno-kun. Detention.“
„Okay.“ He mumbled.
Nino snorted audibly.
„You too, Ninomiya.“
„But--!“
„Don‘t even try to fight back, Ninomiya-kun. I swear, it‘s the first week after Christmas break and you‘re already in trouble.“ The teacher shook his head and returned back to the board, continuing his speech.
Nino slunk back in his chair, his hands fisting in his school uniform as he shot a glare at his seatmate, Ohno, who was falling back asleep.
,That Ohno kid will pay.' He thought.
--
They had been instructed to one of the art rooms after class, assigned to clean up the paint splatters and discarded brushes, papers and other stuff that lingered around the room. Nino didn‘t even want to know how paint got on to the fan.
Ohno apparently had resigned to his fate, slowly washing off a huge paint splatter on one of the windows as Nino walked around the room, kicking at one of the buckets before he slouched down in one of the chairs.
Ohno said nothing.
„I‘m not gonna help you, you know. It‘s your fault that I‘m in here.“ Nino snorted, his hands behind his head as he dozed.
„I know.“
Nino eyed him with one eye, the lack of responsive having irked him a bit.
„So you have to do everything yourself, you know.“
Ohno nodded quietly as he struggled wiping off paint.
The time passed in silence for 10 minutes, before Nino cursed out loud and stomped over to Ohno. He ripped the piece of cloth Ohno was using out of his hands, and went on furiously scrubbing the spot Ohno had been working on the last couple of minutes.
„Go clean up something else! This is mine!“
Ohno blinked at Nino‘s back before his face lighted up in a smile.
„Thank you, Ninomiya-kun.“
Nino would not admit that his heart skipped a beat when he looked back on Ohno‘s face.
„Stupid, go do something!“
„Okay!“
Ohno scrambled up, putting brushes and paper to its’ rightful place before he sat down at one of the tables. He placed a paper on the table, and picked up one of his pens as he started drawing.
Nino, who was just finished with his scrubbing, stared back at Ohno, his face scrunched up in displeasure.
„What the hell are you doing?“
Ohno didn‘t look up from his drawing: „Drawing.“
Nino scoffed, „I can see that. I‘m not blind, you know. What are you drawing?“
Ohno‘s nose twitched, and his tongue dipped out of his mouth endearingly as he concentrated.
„You.“
Nino would not admit he blushed. He briskly walked towards Ohno, and peered over his shoulder.
On the paper he saw what he had been doing earlier, staring at the mysterious paint splatter on the fan.
„How the hell do you remember my face that well to draw that?“
Ohno ignored him.
Nino huffed and pulled out a chair next to him, tipping it back and resting his feet on the table.
„My head‘s too big.“
Ohno still ignored him.
„It‘s not that good. You should stop drawing it.“
Still no response.
Nino kicked the table in his frustration, something he had hoped would startle Ohno out of his world but Ohno only continued working.
Nino crossed his arms, having resignated from his useless battle. He rubbed the sore spot on his leg, having accidentally injured himself in his attempt to arouse Ohno to action.
„Stupid...“ he mumbled as his eyelids began to feel heavier, and finally fell asleep next to the drawing artist.
--
He awoke as the teacher entered the room an hour later, checking to see if they had done what was asked of them.
Seemingly satisfied, he sent them home, admiring Ohno‘s drawing and told him he should consider joining the art club, to which Ohno refused.
Nino exited the classroom first. He spotted his friends ahead of him but didn‘t notice the blur racing in his direction until they smacked together and the blur fell on the floor, papers spilling everywhere.
Nino sneered, „Watch where you‘re going, asshole.“
Jun and Aiba, who had seen what happened, ran to them, laughing loudly.
The guy, who had unfortunately tumbled face first on the floor, rubbed at his head and began reaching for his papers.
Nino snickered as he turned around, beckoning the boys to follow him. He noticed Aiba‘s reluctance to follow him, instead standing for a while over the boy and biting his lip.
„Aiba.“
Aiba‘s head snapped towards Nino, as he began moving in his direction, away from the guy on the floor.
„Oh, Sho-kun. What happened?“
Nino could recognize Ohno‘s voice without turning around.
„Satoshi!“ Sho bellowed, „How did you get yourself into trouble. I‘ve been looking all over for you-“
Their conversation mixed in with the noises of traffic, slowly drowned as the three boys exited the school.
--
In every Chemistry class, they sat together. The seats had been fixed at first, but the teacher allowed those who wanted to sit together to move, if they would stay quiet in exchange.
Nino didn‘t move an inch, and no one requested to sit next to Ohno. It was a win-win situation. He hadn‘t wanted to move away. Ohno still fascinated him, as well as bugged the hell out of him.
Nino found himself staring at Ohno‘s hands after the teacher had paired them up and given them samples to test. The fingers were long and feminine, the nails sharp, but the hands themselves, although delicate-looking, still were the hands of a man.
Nino glanced at his own hands: short and chubby. Aiba had told him that they looked like hamburgers. Nino felt the urge to hide his hands from view.
Sometimes he disgusted himself. But he had gotten used to it.
„Ninomiya-kun?“
Ohno‘s voice brought him back to reality. He found Ohno‘s face inches away from his, the glasses making Ohno‘s eyes larger than they were.
„What do you want?“ Nino spat out.
„Could you hand me that tissue?“ Ohno pointed behind him.
Nino followed the finger‘s direction and grabbed the roll of tissues before he handed them back to Ohno.
„Thank you.“
Ohno‘s hand touching his sent sparks through Nino‘s system.
--
„Sakurai-sempai!“
The chirpy voices were painful to his ears. Sho turned around to find two giggly girls smiling sweetly, a bit too sweetly, at him and seemingly trying to show as much cleavage as womanly possible with their uniforms the way they were.
He had been hoping to catch Satoshi-kun before he left the art room.
„What do you want?“ Sho asked, trying to keep his voice level and non-threatening.
„We had been wondering,“ they giggled and Sho fought a frown, „... wondering if you could help us study for our finals.“
They puppy-eyed him, managing to look like humanized deer. And Sho could never resist deer.
Sho closed his eyes for a nano-second before he opened them and looked around frantically in search of assistance.
He spotted the tall guy from Ninomiya‘s so-called gang. He searched his brain for the boy‘s name before he disappeared around the corner.
‚Souba? No wait...‘
„AIBA-SAN!“
Aiba‘s head spun around just as he reached the stairs, and he spotted Sho looking at him, with a smile wide enough to blind. Aiba blushed. He took note of Sho‘s situation: surrounded by two girls (whose heads were turned towards him, frowning) and their attire as well as Sho‘s tense posture and pleading gaze.
„Oh, Sakurai-sempai! There you are!“ Aiba smiled, „I‘ve been looking all over for you!“
Sho‘s thankful grin in return, for some reason, lightened up Aiba‘s mood.
„Ah, yes! Let‘s go!“ Sho gripped Aiba‘s hand, a move that sent electric surges throughout Aiba‘s body, and dragged him away from the girls and towards the art rooms.
„Thanks.“ Sho hissed out, barely audible. Aiba‘s blush returned full force.
„I thought I would be forced into accepting their request.“
„Oh?“ Aiba questioned.
„They gave me the doe eyes.“
Aiba chose wisely not to answer.
„Damnit Satoshi-kun, where are you?“ He could hear Sho talk to himself.
„Ohno-san?“ Aiba asked. Aiba ripped his hand loose and smashed his right fist into his left palm.
„Oh, think Nino is with him?“ Aiba asked excitedly.
Sho stared at him. „Seeing how he stalks Satoshi everywhere, I‘d say yes.“
„Stalks?“
„Yeah.“ Sho stated, „Duh. He‘s as obvious as a guy in a women‘s-only bar.“
It took Aiba a second to register what Sho had just said before his eyes widened dramatically.
„Oh! Oh--!! OH!“
Aiba took off ahead of Sho.
„Hey!“ Sho called after him, „Wait up!“
--
Nino followed the sound of the melodic voice, coming from one of the drama halls.
It was after school, and most of the lights in school were out. The voice echoed in the empty hallways, lending the singing a sense of eeriness.
He had never heard a voice so beautiful and clear before. It drew him in like a light does to a moth.
He tiptoed towards the noise, plastering himself to the wall (Sincerely hoping one of the school workers wouldn‘t mistake him for a thief if spotted).
He went around the corner before he stopped clearly in his tracks. He stood frozen in the middle of the doorway before he noticed how exposed he was, and dove behind one of the pillars that surrounded the drama hall.
There were a lot of people on the wide stage, but in the spotlight was no one but Ohno. He stood, his face troubled as he sang the text written on the piece of paper in his hands. The rare times he stumbled on words, having a difficult time reading the kanji that represented them, did nothing to diminish his voice.
As he watched Ohno carefully from his hiding spot, Nino was drawn towards the way Ohno started to move across the stage in graceful steps. The movements sent a burst of heat to the bottom of Nino‘s stomach. He could feel himself harden.
„DAMNIT. Why the fuck now?“ He hissed quietly, gripping at the hem of his jacket.
Apparently he hadn‘t been all that quiet, because he spotted Ohno‘s head (and the other students‘) turn in his direction, and hurriedly ran out of the auditorium and into one of the vacant bathrooms on the same floor.
Nino slammed the door, and sat down in one of the stalls before he let his breath out.
He rested his head on the wall behind him, eyes closed in concentration as he tried to will his erection away. He took a few deep breaths and thought of the time when he caught his grandmother naked after a bath, but nothing worked.
„Damnit, I can‘t believe I‘m going to do this in a public bathroom,“ Nino thought as he shoved his hand down his pants.
Just as he gripped his erection firmly, and arched closer to contact, a loud and reverberating crash sounded.
„NINO?! I saw you run in here!!“
„FUCK,“ Nino quickly pulled his hands out of his pants, and turned sharply to face the wall just as Aiba ripped up the door to the stall.
Nino looked back to see Aiba‘s face lighten up considerably, „There you ar-!“
„What the fuck are you doing here, Aiba-chan?!“
Aiba blinked, „I just saw you run in here like you were being chased by a ghost.“
Nino stared at him blankly.
„... and I was curious.“
Nino groaned and head-butted the wall he faced. He came to the conclusion that he hated his friends.
„I have a question too!!“ Aiba happily proclaimed. Much too happily.
„Yeah. Okay, I‘ll be out in a minute, Aiba-chan.“ He began, speaking slowly as if to a child. „Just wait outsi-“
Aiba‘s giggle halted his words.
„... what‘s so funny?“
Aiba failed at looking composed; „Nothing. I‘ll be outside. Just finish..... your business.“
The lecherous look on Aiba‘s face sent shivers down Nino‘s spine.
„Just remember,“ the older man began again, „that the tighter and faster you do it, the better.“
Nino‘s face became one of mortification. „I-I-but...“
„It also helps to think of the one you like!“
„.......“
Aiba‘s face lightened up again, „Wait, I‘ll show you!“
Aiba‘s hand managed to grab at his waist and drag him forward out of the cabinet. Nino struggled against the grip and raised his leg in attempt to kick at Aiba when the door to the bathroom opened again.
And Ohno stepped in.
„Ohno-sempai!“ Aiba grinned, „Would you help me?“
Ohno blinked innocently, his hair mussed and literally oozing sweat, something that made Nino even harder.
„With what?“ Ohno innocently asked back, running a hand through his hair.
„Nino nee- oof“ The kick Nino sent to Aiba‘s stomach interrupted his suggestion. He twisted out of Aiba‘s loose grip, and ran out the door, bumping into Ohno‘s shoulder as he did.
He ran past the corner, almost bumping into Sho, who screeched like a girl when Nino appeared in front of him and threw his arms up to protect himself.
„I HATE my friends!!“ Nino growled out as he sprinted (albeit with difficulty) past him and out of the school, never noticing Ohno observing him from behind.
--
It took Nino a week before he felt confident enough to stop blushing whenever someone mentioned Ohno‘s name.
He bitched about his ex-best friend to Jun, who sat on the floor in Nino‘s bedroom and watched as the older boy paced back and forth in front of him.
Jun snorted when Nino stubbed his toe on an inconveniently placed box on the floor.
„He‘s making you weak, you know.“
Nino stopped cursing Aiba‘s name.
„Eh? Who?“ Puzzled, he raised an eyebrow. „Aiba-chan?“
Jun rolled his eyes. „No stupid, that Ohno guy.“
Nino‘s mouth pull in to a frown as he glared at the younger boy. „Why the hell do you say that?“
Jun pulled a face and averted his eyes.
Nino ignored him for the rest of the day.
--
„Want to come over?“ came the unexpected question.
„Eeeh?“ The question had startled Nino out of his daydream.
They were stuck in science class, and the teacher had left the class alone to finish their projects. Nino had been whining about his DS for the last 45 minutes, even pissing off Jun and Aiba who sat behind them, and had resulted with a shoe hitting his head.
„Want to come over?“ Ohno repeated his question, his lips set in a gentle smile and his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. „My mom makes the best cha-han!“
„Uhh, sure.“ Nino‘s lips stretched into an awkward smile, „That‘d be cool.“
He ignored Aiba sending him the thumbs up and much rather focused on the butterflies going crazy in his stomach.
--
They had walked to Ohno‘s house holding hands. Ohno had initiated it and Nino didn‘t want to seem rude by pulling his hand away (he even kinda liked his small hand enveloped in Ohno‘s warm one).
Ohno‘s house was two floors, Nino observed as they took off their shoes in Ohno´s entrance way.
„Kaa-chan, I‘m home!“ Ohno called out, practically skipping into the house, leaving Nino behind to observe his surroundings. He took note of the how warm the home looked, it wasn‘t the tidiest house he had seen but it wasn‘t clustered either.
It made him feel welcome.
He was pulled out of his thought when Ohno showed up in front of him, and pulled him into the kitchen.
„Kaa-chan, this is Ninomiya-kun!“
Nino bowed politely at the older woman setting the table. She bore a bright smile, and Nino took in how stunningly alike Ohno and his mom were.
„Ninomiya-kun. Arara, what a cute boy!“ She said kindly, making Nino‘s face flush slightly,
„Satoshi has told me a lot about you. You like cha-han, right?“
Nino nodded shyly.
„That‘s good. Now, go upstairs you two. Dinner isn‘t on just yet.“ She shooed them off and up the stairs. Ohno led Nino to his bedroom and as they settled in (Nino on Ohno‘s bed and Ohno on his chair), Nino‘s regular persona came through again.
„Nice room,“ he commented, looking around and spotting the old paint splatters on Ohno‘s floor, walls and (Nino did not want to know why) his ceiling.
Ohno grinned sheepishly.
„So,“ Nino had no idea what to say. Furthermore, Ohno was watching him carefully, his eyes glinting with something Nino had ever seen before in the quiet, older boy.
Nino instinctually moved to the side before Ohno stood up from his chair and sat down beside him. Ohno‘s left hand gripped Nino‘s right one, his thumb caressing Nino‘s softly.
Nino‘s gaze on their entwined hands was so intense he didn‘t even notice when Ohno‘s head moved closer to his and their lips met in a light kiss.
The older boy pulled away, leaving Nino sitting open-mouthed and staring into thin air. Ohno watched carefully as Nino swallowed and his teeth played with his bottom lip.
Ohno moved closer again, giving Nino time to push him away. When Nino didn‘t pull away or show any signs of protest, Ohno moved in for the kill.
Their lips met again, moving against each other shyly. Ohno‘s right hand cupped Nino‘s cheek, and his thumb stroked below Nino‘s bottom lip, pushing his mouth open lightly and Nino happily complied.
The younger boy whimpered quietly and tilted his head, allowing Ohno better access. They continued like that until Ohno‘s mom called them for dinner a few minutes later.
Nino emitted a quiet whimper as Ohno pulled away, and wiped Nino‘s face with his hand.
„Com‘ on,“ Ohno pulled at Nino‘s hand softly, „let‘s go eat!“
Nino allowed Ohno to drag him downstairs.
--
They were greeted by Ohno-mama‘s warm smile and a feast on the table.
„Satoshi, your father has business to do so it‘s just us three.“
Ohno nodded before pulling Nino to sit on the chair beside him.
„Itadakimasu~!“ The Ohno family proclaimed before they happily stuffed their cheeks with cha-han. It took Nino a longer time to start eating, after the passionate kiss Ohno had given him , he was sure his brain had fried.
As he chewed on his cha-han silently, he couldn‘t help but blush when he stole glances at the boy besides him, smiling so wide and laughing with his mother, that food almost came back out of his mouth.
Nino thought Ohno had never looked more attractive than now. Nino furrowed his nose and moved to dig in his meal, when something stroked up his calf. The sudden touch almost sent the bowl out of Nino‘s hand, and gathered the attention of Ohno and his mother.
„You okay, Ninomiya-kun?“ Ohno‘s mother asked worriedly.
Nino swallowed awkwardly before pulling himself together, „Yes, Ohno-san. I‘m fine.“ He smiled wide as to prove his point, ignoring how the thing on his calf started to massage him.
When Ohno-mama excused herself and went into the kitchen to fetch more food, Nino took a quick look under the table.
It was Ohno‘s foot.
Nino was about to tell Ohno to „quit it or I‘ll kick you“ when Ohno-mama returned. He pulled a charming smile, glaring at Ohno from the corner of his eye when he heard Ohno‘s low chuckle.
„Stop it, Oh-chan,“ Nino hissed quietly.
Ohno didn‘t react but Nino knew he had heard him. And he definitely felt that Ohno didn‘t even listen. As a matter of fact, he seemed to move his foot higher on Nino‘s leg, stroking in slow, sensual movements.
As it climbed higher on his leg, Nino began to be creeped out by Ohno‘s flexibility. Who knew he could stuff his toes this close to Nino‘s crotch while sitting next to him? Ohno‘s toes gripped at Nino‘s inner thigh slightly, making him jump in his seat and again, attracting Ohno-mama‘s attention.
„You sure you‘re okay, Ninomiya-kun?“
Nino nodded rapidly as Ohno‘s toes began to seemingly drag their way closer to Nino‘s crotch.
Nino bit back a whimper.
„I‘m totally-“ Ohno toes rubbed him softly through his pants, „-f-f-fine.“
Ohno-mama pouted slightly and opened her mouth again slightly before she glanced at the clock and saw what time it was. „Oh my!“ she exclaimed, „It‘s late!“
The boys turned around to look at the clock as well, Ohno finally ceasing his ministrations.
It was 9 PM.
‚Why the hell are we eating dinner at 9 PM‘ Nino glared at the clock in scrutiny.
„Ninomiya-kun.“
Nino turned back around towards Ohno-mama.
„Why don‘t you sleep over tonight,“ she smiled brightly, „I‘ll call your parents.“
Nino blinked. „It‘s okay, you don‘t-“
„I insist!“
Nino glanced at Ohno, who was watching him intently.
„... alright then.“ He agreed slowly, strangely thrilled at Ohno‘s happy (and somehow promising) smile.
--
„What the hell was that downstairs?“ Nino bristled, hissing quietly as they walked back to Ohno‘s room carrying an extra futon Ohno‘s mother had handed him.
Ohno smirked slightly from behind Nino., his eyes squinting together behind his glasses. He looked irresistible. Nino swallowed.
„...Seriously, what the hell?“
Ohno placed one of his pretty fingers in front of his mouth to signal Nino‘s silence. Nino did what was asked of him reluctantly and pouted childishly as they stepped into Ohno‘s bedroom.
Nino went in ahead of Ohno and dumped his futon unceremoniously on the floor and turned around, ready to start again when Ohno shoved him harshly up against the now closed bedroom door and took his breath away with a passionate kiss.
Nino broke the kiss when his head dipped back and hit the door harshly. Ohno took advantage of Nino‘s situation and proceeded to lick and nip at Nino‘s throat, causing Nino‘s groans of displeasure turn 180.
Ohno went on marking Nino‘s neck with teeth and tongue, before he sucked hard on Nino‘s Adam‘s apple and thrust against the lither body. Nino bucked against the older boy, his hands fumbling against the door, looking for something to support himself with.
Ohno suddenly pulled Nino away from the door and dragged Nino towards his bed before he pushed him down on it. Ohno climbed over the younger boy and sat down on his stomach, looking down at Nino sensually through his glasses.
Nino‘s struggled pants, barely called breathing, were the only sounds in the bedroom.
„You...“ he managed to squeak out, „....y-you...“
He couldn‘t finish; at the exact moment, Ohno had given a slight smirk and then bucked backwards so that Nino‘s crotch came in contact with Ohno‘s rear. Nino arched his back and thrust up, causing Ohno to moan and push back harder. Their rhythm got faster as Ohno rode him through their clothing, bucking back harshly to each of Nino‘s eager thrusts.
As the stars began to appear in Nino‘s eyes, Ohno suddenly jumped off him.
Overcome, Nino lay there blinking before the loss of warmth registered in his brain. He sat up quickly and prepared to bellow, but was yet again interrupted before he could even squeak out a word.
Ohno wasn‘t there. And the door was open.
Nino gaped at the open door, his heart caught in his throat uncomfortably. He sat up quickly and desperately tried to compose himself if, by chance, Ohno‘s mother would walk past the open doorway. He willed his erection to go away, and was almost succeeding when Ohno walked (skipped in Nino‘s opinion) back in the room, with lube in hand and a bright smile capable of blinding, before swiftly turning around and shutting the door.
Ohno locked it quietly, probably as to ensure his mom hadn‘t heard him, before he let out a breath and smiled again. Nino swallowed, Ohno was just too cute.
„That was just mean, you know,“ Nino said quietly, watching as Ohno stripped his shirt and pants calmly. Nino felt himself harden again.
Ohno chuckled slightly and ran a hand through his long hair. Nino kept his eyes on Ohno‘s face, but after some time they began to trail downwards, exploring the older boy‘s chest and stomach. Nino pouted when he saw that Ohno had nicer abs than himself.
Why was everything concerning Ohno so pretty? Pretty eyes, pretty face and pretty hands. Nino looked at his own hands with a forlorn gaze.
„You okay?“ Ohno‘s voice reached his ears.
Nino fisted his hands. „Yeah.“
Ohno‘s brows furrowed before he climbed on the bed and sat facing Nino. He cocked his head to the side, before trailing a finger over Nino‘s wrist and over his clenched right fist. He opened the hand gently.
„Something wrong with your hands?“ Ohno asked, almost whispering in concern.
„They hurt?“
Nino pouted childishly. „Nah, just ugly.“
Ohno‘s brows furrowed further, before he covered Nino‘s right hand with his own.
„I like Nino‘s hands.“
Ohno brought the hand up to his lips, kissing his knuckles slightly. He placed Nino‘s hand back in the younger boy‘s lap before he moved closer and kissed Nino on the lips.
„I like all of Nino.“
Nino didn‘t have time to blush as Ohno‘s hands began moving to unbutton Nino‘s shirt. Their kiss continued as Ohno unbuttoned the shirt button by button and slid it slowly off Nino‘s narrow shoulders. His hands moved over Nino‘s chest in a fleeting manner, making the younger boy groan quietly.
Ohno moved his hand downwards, barely grazing skin, before he stilled at the hem of Nino‘s jeans. The older boy unbuttoned the single button and zipped his zipper down.
Ohno deepened their kiss, tilting his head to the side so he could gain better access of Nino‘s mouth. He gently pushed Nino back down on the mattress, straddling him and breaking their kiss, smiling gently as he began moving down Nino‘s body.
He marked the younger boy‘s chest and stomach with licks, nips and kisses, circling his bellybutton with his tongue before nipping gently on the skin just above his trousers. Nino arched against the sensation, and Ohno took the opportunity to pull Nino‘s jeans down over his butt. Ohno moved from sitting over Nino to the side.
„Raise your leg, Nino-kun,“ he commanded gently. Nino, lost in the haze of lust, complied and shakingly raised his legs, allowing Ohno to undress him.
Nino found himself buck naked on Ohno‘s bed. He hadn‘t even felt Ohno take his underwear off.
„Not fair,“ Nino managed to say, glaring at Ohno‘s pants. He pouted and moved his head to face the wall besides him. Ohno had tormented him a lot today, so returning the favor was a given!
It was the rustling of fabric that attracted Nino‘s attention and he moved to look in Ohno‘s direction. Ohno had toed away his clothing that he had stripped off earlier, and when he saw that he had gained the younger boy‘s attention, he smiled wide, showing off his slightly crooked but very cute teeth.
Then he shimmied his way out of his own underpants, standing buck naked in the middle of the room. And hard. Nino blushed hard and turned back to face the wall, trying to forget the image that was almost imprinted into his brain.
He was rudely reminded that he was naked as well when Ohno moved back to sit on his stomach again, cocking his head slightly to the side. His eyes sparkled behind his glasses.
Nino turned to watch Ohno with a cautious gaze, trying as hard as he could to avoid staring at the older boy's crotch.
It wasn‘t working.
Ohno moved his left hand behind himself and felt for Nino‘s half-hard erection, grabbing it and pulling when he found it. Nino‘s head slammed back down on his pillow, and Ohno released him, in favor of sucking on Nino‘s exposed throat.
Ohno moved slowly down the expanses of Nino‘s throat until he reached the younger man‘s nipples. He circled one with his tongue and he played with the other using his right hand, keeping the nub hardened, causing Nino to groan and arch up against the pleasure.
„Oh-chan,“ he choked out, attracting Ohno‘s attention. The older man looked at him through his bangs, his tongue having stilled on Nino‘s nipple. Nino groaned. „Don‘t tease.“
Ohno smiled, his tongue sneaked back past his lips and his eyes literally beaming behind his glasses before he lowered his mouth on the nipple and sucked.
Nino almost screamed, smothering his mouth with Ohno‘s pillow. He really hoped he‘d get spit on it, as a small payback. Behind the pillowcase, he felt Ohno move and his mouth travel lower, scorching hot and wet. Ohno‘s tongue licked at his navel, before it suddenly disappeared.
Nino lay still under the pillow, wondering if Ohno had left. He raised his right arm, intending to lift the pillow and take a peek, but before he even touched it, Nino‘s cock was engulfed with some warm, wet and breathing.
Nino‘s breath left his body at the sudden sensation, almost choking on the pillow.
„Damn bloody murdering device, stupid--- fuck!!“ He cursed, overwhelmed by everything. He threw the pillow on the floor as Ohno‘s hand started playing with his balls, his other hand gripping at the base of Nino‘s erection.
Ohno breathed in the musky scent of Nino‘s sex, taking in the salty taste. It wasn‘t the best thing he had tasted, but it wasn‘t bad. He took Nino in deep, almost slurping around his cock. He let him slide out until only the head was in, pushing his tongue in the slit, making the younger man grasp at the sheets and arch up.
„Aa-aaah, Oh-h-chan.“
Ohno grasped for the lube and hurriedly smeared it on his right fingers before reaching behind himself and circle his entrance. He released Nino‘s cock with a wet „pop“ sound, and supported his body with his left arm as he prepared himself with his own fingers.
The sight of Ohno, red-faced and puffing out breaths, his eyes full of lust, turned Nino even more on than he had thought. He wondered if it really felt good when he saw Ohno buck back slowly to his own ministrations, to have something in him.
Suddenly Ohno moved back up to Nino and brought their lips together in a gentle kiss.
„Condom?“ Ohno asked quietly.
Nino, too frustrated to mind, bit back; „Does it look like I care anymore?!“
„Okay.“ Ohno beamed before he settled on Nino‘s lap and engulfed Nino‘s erection in his tight heat.
Nino‘s eyes widened comically as he was being brought in up to his balls. He grasped at Ohno‘s hips, his short nails piercing through Ohno‘s skin. Ohno didn‘t seem to mind, too focused on the sensation Nino‘s cock brought him.
„Wait a sec,“ Ohno whispered, making himself comfortable before he pushed back. The pace was slow at first and Ohno clenched with each thrust, effectively bringing Nino closer to orgasm.
But Ohno‘s pace quickened, Nino felt himself grow uncomfortable, sinking lower and lower into the mattress.
„Oh-chan!“ He gasped out, one hand shooting up to grasp at the shoulder of the boy riding him. „Stop! I‘m sinking!“
Ohno blinked, his hazy eyes barely comprehending his words.
„Your mattress! It‘s eating me! I can‘t breathe!!“
Ohno stayed quiet for a while before his body quivered with quiet laughs. He eyed Nino playfully.
„Want to change?“
Nino nodded frantically, his eyes pleading and his hands grasping Ohno‘s thighs tighter. Ohno moved off him, letting the younger boy slide out.
„You need to move up.“ He commented gently, poking Nino‘s ribs. But Nino blinked up to the ceiling before he pouted.
„Is it good?“
„Is what good?“ Ohno asked innocently.
„You know. That.“ Nino averted Ohno‘s gaze, „Doing that.“
„Oh....“
„Yeah.“
Ohno‘s nose scruffed up. „Well, it hurts. At first. But then it´s good.“
Nino seemed to contemplate something for a short while before he finally met Ohno‘s gaze.
„Can- Can I try?“
Ohno‘s eyebrows shot up under his hair, before he broke out in a smile. „Of course!“
Ohno reached for the lube again, smearing a generous amount on his fingers before posing them at Nino‘s entrance.
Nino tugged at Ohno‘s ear, bringing their faces close. „If this hurts, so help me I‘ll kick you so hard your grandfather starts to bleed.“
„Okay!“ Ohno agreed, before he inserted a finger.
Nino clenched involuntarily, not used to the sensation and his brows furrowed. When Ohno inserted two fingers, he let out a small gasp. Ohno made scissor movements and thrust slowly upwards, careful of not hurting the younger man.
Nino‘s head fell back on the mattress when Ohno inserted the third finger.
He thrust slowly.
„Fuck, this is weird!“ Nino bit out, his teeth clenching. Ohno spared him a second glance, before he thrust in harder, hitting Nino‘s spot and making him clench around the delicate digits.
„I‘m fine now,“ Nino growled, „Just get in me!“
Ohno stopped his movements; „Are you su--?“
„YES. Just do --- aaaahhh!“
Ohno entered Nino in one stroke, the younger boy arching up against him, melding their chests together. Ohno buried himself up to the hilt, before he stilled to let Nino adjust.
Nino grasped at Ohno‘s biceps, his mouth open wide and his eyes staring at nothing before he settled on the older man. His mouth closed and frowned, making Ohno slightly apprehensive.
When Nino‘s right hand came at his face, Ohno snapped his eyes closed, expecting a slap. When he didn‘t feel a thing, he slowly opened them again to see Nino watching him, guilt-ridden.
Nino‘s hand traced Ohno‘s face, starting at his lips before moving upwards and gently taking off the older man‘s glasses.
Nino bit his lower lip and retracted his hand back. Ohno grabbed at the wrist, bringing it up to his lips again and kissing each knuckle.
„I‘m sor-“ Nino began, nervousness practically oozing off of him, but Ohno cut him off.
„No.“ He kissed Nino‘s lips gently, „I‘m sorry.“
Ohno began to move, going slow and allowing Nino to get used to the feeling. When Nino started to buck back with his movements and moaning for him to go harder and faster, he all but happily complied.
Ohno made sure his angle made it so he reached the spot within Nino that sent him over the brink. They moved together, Nino grasping at Ohno‘s biceps and desperately locking their mouths together in a passionate kiss. Ohno moved one hand to grasp at Nino‘s erection, but the mere touch alone sent Nino straight to orgasm and he voiced it out silently, crying into Ohno‘s mouth.
The sudden tightening of Nino around Ohno‘s cock sent him over the brink himself, spilling into the warm body beneath him. Ohno thrust lazily as he drained himself, managing to smear Nino‘s stickiness over both of their stomachs.
Ohno fell down on his side beside Nino, and brought up the crumpled sheets over them. They stayed cuddled together under the sheets in bliss, exchanging small kisses until they fell asleep.
--
Nino woke up the next morning feeling drained, sore and with a headache the size of Brazil, but even so, entirely happy. He was surrounded by warmth, and strangely, a pair of arms. He opened his eyes to face the sleepy eyes of his (boyfriend?) friend.
His face flushed red as he recalled the nights’ events, a flash of sounds and pictures moving rapidly in his head. He squirmed around, before he noticed just how clean he was.
Nino‘s eyes scrunched up and his tongue stuck out before whining; „Eeeuuuughhhh, sticky~“
Ohno‘s eyes twinkled with laughter, before the older man reached for his glasses and sat up.
„I‘m going to take a shower, wanna join?“
Nino flushed more red. „Uuuh, okay.“
--
The shower had taken only minutes. They had helped cleaning each other off, and massaging soap into each other‘s hair.
Changing clothes was awkward, Nino wouldn‘t deny that. Even though they had seen every last bit of each other the night before, it was still weird to be naked in someone else‘s house and with the person you liked in the same room.
Ohno watched endearingly as Nino faced away from him as he dressed up.
„You go downstairs first,“ He told Nino, making him turn around quizzically. „I need to put stuff in the laundry room.“
„Ohh, ok then.“
Nino rubbed his eyes as he walked downstairs and into the kitchen, only to be happily greeted by Ohno‘s mother.
„Ninomiya-kun!“ She smiled before winking, „How was the night?“
Nino stopped dead in his tracks and his face flushed beet red.
„I-uh-what-how-“ He stammered.
„Oh, boys always think they‘re quiet when in fact they‘re not,“ She smiled sweetly, before leading him to a seat. „Now let me give you some painkillers!“
Nino‘s face twitched as Ohno walked in the room.
„Oh, Satoshi, you want some too?“
Ohno blinked at his mother, then at Nino who kept sending him desperate looks, before he answered; „Yes, please.“
Ohno‘s mother happily fuzzed over the boys at breakfast, even making extra lunches for them to have.
„Ninomiya-kun!“ he heard her call from the kitchen as they got ready to walk to school.
„Uhh, yes?“
„I forgot to tell you ‚welcome to the family‘!“ She beamed at him.
Nino slammed his head on Ohno‘s back as he pushed the chuckling boy out the door ahead of him.
THE END.