Arashi - aiba/nino - Winner
Title: Winner
Fandom: Arashi
Rating: NC-17...ish
Pairing: aiba/nino
Word count: 2107
Summary: Sometimes Nino underestimates Aiba.
Notes: This has been lying on my HD for ages and ages. It's the final part of this and this. (Fics I wrote TWO YEARS AGO. I'm just that fast.) It just needed a quick read-through and about two new sentences and now it's ready. *dies* I apologize for the half-hearted smut.
Silently... Carefully now.
He couldn’t wake Aiba yet. He had to get close enough...
Nino crept through the dark hotel room, carefully avoiding every trap that Aiba had laid on his path. A suitcase, a stray shoe, piles of clothes and a randomly placed chair in the middle of the room. Was there some kind of logic to this or was it just some sort of chaos that followed Aiba as easily as the fangirls followed Jun?
Aiba was sneaky. Maybe he had been expecting him to try something like this and tried to make sure that he couldn’t surprise him.
Or maybe he was just messy.
...Okay, the guy was just messy. Maybe he should just concentrate on avoiding tripping on Aiba’s stuff and leave theorizing about his motives to someone who actually got what went on in Aiba’s mind.
Nino got to Aiba’s bed without bumping into anything, which was a miracle and probably a sign that the god of vengeance was on his side. It was slightly reassuring, but did nothing about the knot in his stomach or his doubts about the situation and about his own sanity for putting himself into it.
Aiba was sleeping peacefully, lying on his back, arms and legs stretched carelessly in random directions. The sheets were crumpled and Aiba was only half-covered in them, revealing long expanses of skin, making Nino’s fingers itch. It would be so, so easy to launch a juvenile tickle-attack on Aiba right now, but it would ruin his original intention, so he kept his hands to himself. For now.
Aiba was fast asleep, his mouth slightly open and features soft, looking too young and a little bit too angelic for his own good and clearly oblivious to the world outside his dreams. For a second, Nino hesitated. Maybe he could do something else, like steal and hide all of Aiba’s clothes, so in the morning he would be forced to run around the hallways, wrapped in a sheet, cursing and embarrassed. Jumping his bandmate was kind of... questionable. Even if that said bandmate had done it to him many times before.
Nino shrugged his thoughts away. No. This would go on and on if he didn’t do something drastic. Aiba’s constant teasing had been getting on his nerves and had started to affect his behaviour even outside those situations. Having Aiba around but constantly just outside his reach was making him grumpy and frustrated. And that guy wasn’t going to help him. He thought he was so clever at playing this game. Aiba was clearly forgetting that Nino loved games. He could play this one too, it wasn’t that different. Once you knew the controls, it was pretty simple.
It was Aiba’s game, of course it was simple.
Nino pulled Aiba’s covers off the bed and climbed on top of the sleeping man, not really even trying to be subtle and sneaky about it.
"Aiba-chaaaan," he drawled, bringing his face close to Aiba’s. "Wake up."
Aiba muttered something incoherent and tried to push him off, barely opening his eyes.
"I’m sleepy. Nino, go away," Aiba said, clearly still almost asleep. His grasp of the situation at hand was obviously lacking.
"Hi, Masaki," Nino muttered, determined to remind Aiba about what had been going on between them. He placed his mouth against Aiba’s neck, letting his teeth scrape over the skin just hard enough to give Aiba a jolt.
This time Aiba woke up properly. His eyes flew open and he made a sound of surprise, making Nino chuckle while he continued a trail of kisses over Aiba’s neck and collarbone.
"What are you doing?" Aiba asked, sounding very confused. But Nino could feel Aiba’s hands on his hips, pulling him closer. Completely aware or not, Aiba wasn’t exactly objecting.
"Payback," Nino muttered, his mouth now going over Aiba’s cheek, teasing the corners of his mouth.
"Really?" Aiba’s voice held equal amounts of confusion, suspicion and something that sounded a lot like hope to Nino. It was too sweet, Nino couldn’t help himself but to tease Aiba a bit further.
"...No, actually. I’ve just developed a habit of waking up all my bandmates like this," he answered, rolling his eyes and placing a light kiss on Aiba’s lips. "It’s probably your fault."
"Yeah?" Aiba mumbled into the kiss before answering it and closing his eyes. Nino took his time, lazily deepening the kiss, forgetting to breathe for a while when he concentrated on the kiss, on Aiba, so intensely. Aiba’s hands were moving up, slowly bringing Nino’s shirt with them until it was crunched up under Nino’s arms.
"What did the others... what did Sho think of your new method of waking him up?" Aiba giggled, pulling Nino’s shirt over his head and dropping it on the floor next to the bed.
"He died from sheer shock by the time I did this," Nino grinned, moving their hips together and pushing closer to Aiba. "I think we might need a new rapper for Arashi. Sorry about that."
Aiba giggled some more, pressing wet kisses on Nino’s neck and fiddling with the waistband of Nino’s pants. It occurred to Nino that Aiba was feeling nervous. He seemed to be unsure of what to do next, a lot more like himself than the suave Aiba he had been in the other times. It was reassuring. This time Aiba had stopped playing his game, stopped planning his every move long before he did anything. This time he wouldn’t pull back on the last possible moment. He couldn’t. He didn’t have control of the situation now.
The realization gave Nino more confidence and more determination to bring this to an end. Aiba had given his control to Nino so easily. Maybe it meant that Aiba wasn’t so sure about what he wanted. Maybe Nino had always been the one who knew more about their game.
It was pretty straightforward with Aiba, it had always been. There was no point in trying to find hidden meanings behind Aiba’s actions. It wasn’t like Aiba to hide things from Nino.
Nino kissed Aiba again, running his hands down his sides. He arched up against Nino, wrapping his arms around Nino’s waist. Nino realized too late what was happening. He let out a small yelp when Aiba pushed him over, reversing their positions, pinning Nino down against the mattress.
"Hey! Who gave you permission to do that?" he protested, trying to push Aiba off of him. Of course he couldn’t move him. Aiba was taller and heavier and suddenly very, very determined.
Nino just didn’t understand Aiba. One minute the man was unsure of everything and the next he seemed to know exactly what he wanted. Aiba was laying quick kisses randomly all over his upper body while holding Nino’s wrists so that he couldn’t move. His movements were urgent. It hadn’t taken long for him to catch on.
"I don’t need permission," he muttered, his mouth against Nino’s neck. "It’s not like you’d do anything to stop me anyway." Nino felt Aiba’s tongue running over his skin, leaving trails of warmth and wetness, making him shiver and tying the knot in the pit of his stomach even tighter.
Aiba wouldn’t stop this time, would he? Nino hoped that his initiation had been enough. Aiba wouldn’t, not when they both moved together this urgently, not when he could feel Aiba’s arousement, not when his arms were locked behind Aiba’s neck. And he didn’t even remember Aiba letting go of his wrists.
They were still there, the awkward moments, when they got rid of the rest of their clothes, when they stopped pretending that this was only kissing and touching and when Aiba’s mouth strayed lower for the first time. No amount of urgency or honesty would wipe them away. Nino still felt weird, even though he felt like he was watching everything through a haze. He felt like it wasn’t really him there. But Aiba was warm against him and he wasn’t playing a game now. It was new and still familiar and Nino clung to Aiba, not even protesting when Aiba slipped into him, not even when it hurt. It was Aiba and he was eager and enthusiastic and his straightforward way of dealing with the new situation made Nino smile despite of himself.
"Are you okay?" Aiba asked, whispering into his ear, voice breathless, concentration on somewhere else, but still sounding concerned.
Nino didn’t answer. He had pinned his eyes shut, trying to feel it all, trying to forget himself. It was so easy to get caught up in his thoughts, to let his mind wander. He didn’t want his thoughts to get in the way now, he didn’t want to feel like an outsider in someone else’s bedroom. He wanted to make the lines of the hotel room fade, erase all the generic, ordinary things around them out of the situation. And Aiba was inside him, moving, making it really easy to forget everything else. Even if it hurt, even if he felt uncomfortable and awkward. It didn’t matter that much anymore. Aiba wasn’t going to stop.
It was Aiba’s hands that grounded him in to the moment. They were strong around Nino’s waist, keeping him there, keeping him just right. It was amazing, how Aiba felt so solid, like Nino could actually trust Aiba with this, trust Aiba with his life if he needed. He had never thought about it before. Could he, really? He had never given much thought to their friendship or anything that was happening between them. It had always been such an easy thing - because it was Aiba, of course it was easy. But he had never thought why it was like that.
Maybe he should have.
Aiba’s mouth was against his cheek, mumbling something, and Aiba was letting out shallow breaths and they tickled on Nino’s skin. It was too much, too many things happening to him at once, he couldn’t keep up with it anymore.
Aiba thrusted again, his fingers digging into Nino’s hip. And that was it, that was what brought Nino over and he came, just like that, just from having Aiba there, having Aiba inside him, finally.
Aiba stopped for a moment and Nino could feel the smile on Aiba’s lips on his skin. For a moment, he panicked. Was this just some kind of new rule? Was it possible for Aiba to be still playing?
But then Aiba continued, more urgent than before and the panic went away.
Did he really trust Aiba?
Of course not, not with everything, but it wasn’t what was important.
Aiba came, gasping Nino’s name into his ear, and the sweetness of it all overwhelmed Nino. He hadn’t expected this to happen, not like this, but he was happy it did.
The important thing was that he had won the game - and that it didn’t matter at all. Aiba was smiling to him, wrapping Nino into his arms, snuggling close. It was such an easy thing to smile back to him, like he was slipping into his old pattern again, only with more information, only with an understanding of how things really were.
It was such an easy thing to smile... and then to smack Aiba on the head, just to remind him of what Nino really thought of him.
"What was this all about anyway?" Nino asked. Aiba was still smiling to him, seemingly unfazed.
"What all?" Aiba asked, chuckling quietly, running his fingers along Nino’s side.
The touching was probably a distraction technique. Nino didn’t let himself to be that easily dismissed. He wanted answers, damn it, even if he also wanted to snuggle closer and fall asleep.
"You know. All the teasing and... you know."
Aiba’s hand had moved from his side to stroking his thigh. Nino inched a little closer to Aiba, trying to keep his scowl still on his face.
"Hm? Well, I thought it would be fun."
"What?" Nino stared at Aiba, who was smiling but seemed to be completely serious. "You can’t just say that and expect me to be satisfied. You have to give me a proper answer, I don’t buy that crap."
For a moment, Aiba was silent, staring at Nino in a way that made him squirm, but in a good way. "Nino likes games," Aiba said, like it explained everything.
Well, it sort of did, making Nino feel a lurch in his stomach, making him edge even closer to Aiba, making him feel peculiarly happy about everything.
"Oh, yes. And I won," he grinned and - despite Aiba’s loud protests - went to sleep.
Fandom: Arashi
Rating: NC-17...ish
Pairing: aiba/nino
Word count: 2107
Summary: Sometimes Nino underestimates Aiba.
Notes: This has been lying on my HD for ages and ages. It's the final part of this and this. (Fics I wrote TWO YEARS AGO. I'm just that fast.) It just needed a quick read-through and about two new sentences and now it's ready. *dies* I apologize for the half-hearted smut.
Silently... Carefully now.
He couldn’t wake Aiba yet. He had to get close enough...
Nino crept through the dark hotel room, carefully avoiding every trap that Aiba had laid on his path. A suitcase, a stray shoe, piles of clothes and a randomly placed chair in the middle of the room. Was there some kind of logic to this or was it just some sort of chaos that followed Aiba as easily as the fangirls followed Jun?
Aiba was sneaky. Maybe he had been expecting him to try something like this and tried to make sure that he couldn’t surprise him.
Or maybe he was just messy.
...Okay, the guy was just messy. Maybe he should just concentrate on avoiding tripping on Aiba’s stuff and leave theorizing about his motives to someone who actually got what went on in Aiba’s mind.
Nino got to Aiba’s bed without bumping into anything, which was a miracle and probably a sign that the god of vengeance was on his side. It was slightly reassuring, but did nothing about the knot in his stomach or his doubts about the situation and about his own sanity for putting himself into it.
Aiba was sleeping peacefully, lying on his back, arms and legs stretched carelessly in random directions. The sheets were crumpled and Aiba was only half-covered in them, revealing long expanses of skin, making Nino’s fingers itch. It would be so, so easy to launch a juvenile tickle-attack on Aiba right now, but it would ruin his original intention, so he kept his hands to himself. For now.
Aiba was fast asleep, his mouth slightly open and features soft, looking too young and a little bit too angelic for his own good and clearly oblivious to the world outside his dreams. For a second, Nino hesitated. Maybe he could do something else, like steal and hide all of Aiba’s clothes, so in the morning he would be forced to run around the hallways, wrapped in a sheet, cursing and embarrassed. Jumping his bandmate was kind of... questionable. Even if that said bandmate had done it to him many times before.
Nino shrugged his thoughts away. No. This would go on and on if he didn’t do something drastic. Aiba’s constant teasing had been getting on his nerves and had started to affect his behaviour even outside those situations. Having Aiba around but constantly just outside his reach was making him grumpy and frustrated. And that guy wasn’t going to help him. He thought he was so clever at playing this game. Aiba was clearly forgetting that Nino loved games. He could play this one too, it wasn’t that different. Once you knew the controls, it was pretty simple.
It was Aiba’s game, of course it was simple.
Nino pulled Aiba’s covers off the bed and climbed on top of the sleeping man, not really even trying to be subtle and sneaky about it.
"Aiba-chaaaan," he drawled, bringing his face close to Aiba’s. "Wake up."
Aiba muttered something incoherent and tried to push him off, barely opening his eyes.
"I’m sleepy. Nino, go away," Aiba said, clearly still almost asleep. His grasp of the situation at hand was obviously lacking.
"Hi, Masaki," Nino muttered, determined to remind Aiba about what had been going on between them. He placed his mouth against Aiba’s neck, letting his teeth scrape over the skin just hard enough to give Aiba a jolt.
This time Aiba woke up properly. His eyes flew open and he made a sound of surprise, making Nino chuckle while he continued a trail of kisses over Aiba’s neck and collarbone.
"What are you doing?" Aiba asked, sounding very confused. But Nino could feel Aiba’s hands on his hips, pulling him closer. Completely aware or not, Aiba wasn’t exactly objecting.
"Payback," Nino muttered, his mouth now going over Aiba’s cheek, teasing the corners of his mouth.
"Really?" Aiba’s voice held equal amounts of confusion, suspicion and something that sounded a lot like hope to Nino. It was too sweet, Nino couldn’t help himself but to tease Aiba a bit further.
"...No, actually. I’ve just developed a habit of waking up all my bandmates like this," he answered, rolling his eyes and placing a light kiss on Aiba’s lips. "It’s probably your fault."
"Yeah?" Aiba mumbled into the kiss before answering it and closing his eyes. Nino took his time, lazily deepening the kiss, forgetting to breathe for a while when he concentrated on the kiss, on Aiba, so intensely. Aiba’s hands were moving up, slowly bringing Nino’s shirt with them until it was crunched up under Nino’s arms.
"What did the others... what did Sho think of your new method of waking him up?" Aiba giggled, pulling Nino’s shirt over his head and dropping it on the floor next to the bed.
"He died from sheer shock by the time I did this," Nino grinned, moving their hips together and pushing closer to Aiba. "I think we might need a new rapper for Arashi. Sorry about that."
Aiba giggled some more, pressing wet kisses on Nino’s neck and fiddling with the waistband of Nino’s pants. It occurred to Nino that Aiba was feeling nervous. He seemed to be unsure of what to do next, a lot more like himself than the suave Aiba he had been in the other times. It was reassuring. This time Aiba had stopped playing his game, stopped planning his every move long before he did anything. This time he wouldn’t pull back on the last possible moment. He couldn’t. He didn’t have control of the situation now.
The realization gave Nino more confidence and more determination to bring this to an end. Aiba had given his control to Nino so easily. Maybe it meant that Aiba wasn’t so sure about what he wanted. Maybe Nino had always been the one who knew more about their game.
It was pretty straightforward with Aiba, it had always been. There was no point in trying to find hidden meanings behind Aiba’s actions. It wasn’t like Aiba to hide things from Nino.
Nino kissed Aiba again, running his hands down his sides. He arched up against Nino, wrapping his arms around Nino’s waist. Nino realized too late what was happening. He let out a small yelp when Aiba pushed him over, reversing their positions, pinning Nino down against the mattress.
"Hey! Who gave you permission to do that?" he protested, trying to push Aiba off of him. Of course he couldn’t move him. Aiba was taller and heavier and suddenly very, very determined.
Nino just didn’t understand Aiba. One minute the man was unsure of everything and the next he seemed to know exactly what he wanted. Aiba was laying quick kisses randomly all over his upper body while holding Nino’s wrists so that he couldn’t move. His movements were urgent. It hadn’t taken long for him to catch on.
"I don’t need permission," he muttered, his mouth against Nino’s neck. "It’s not like you’d do anything to stop me anyway." Nino felt Aiba’s tongue running over his skin, leaving trails of warmth and wetness, making him shiver and tying the knot in the pit of his stomach even tighter.
Aiba wouldn’t stop this time, would he? Nino hoped that his initiation had been enough. Aiba wouldn’t, not when they both moved together this urgently, not when he could feel Aiba’s arousement, not when his arms were locked behind Aiba’s neck. And he didn’t even remember Aiba letting go of his wrists.
They were still there, the awkward moments, when they got rid of the rest of their clothes, when they stopped pretending that this was only kissing and touching and when Aiba’s mouth strayed lower for the first time. No amount of urgency or honesty would wipe them away. Nino still felt weird, even though he felt like he was watching everything through a haze. He felt like it wasn’t really him there. But Aiba was warm against him and he wasn’t playing a game now. It was new and still familiar and Nino clung to Aiba, not even protesting when Aiba slipped into him, not even when it hurt. It was Aiba and he was eager and enthusiastic and his straightforward way of dealing with the new situation made Nino smile despite of himself.
"Are you okay?" Aiba asked, whispering into his ear, voice breathless, concentration on somewhere else, but still sounding concerned.
Nino didn’t answer. He had pinned his eyes shut, trying to feel it all, trying to forget himself. It was so easy to get caught up in his thoughts, to let his mind wander. He didn’t want his thoughts to get in the way now, he didn’t want to feel like an outsider in someone else’s bedroom. He wanted to make the lines of the hotel room fade, erase all the generic, ordinary things around them out of the situation. And Aiba was inside him, moving, making it really easy to forget everything else. Even if it hurt, even if he felt uncomfortable and awkward. It didn’t matter that much anymore. Aiba wasn’t going to stop.
It was Aiba’s hands that grounded him in to the moment. They were strong around Nino’s waist, keeping him there, keeping him just right. It was amazing, how Aiba felt so solid, like Nino could actually trust Aiba with this, trust Aiba with his life if he needed. He had never thought about it before. Could he, really? He had never given much thought to their friendship or anything that was happening between them. It had always been such an easy thing - because it was Aiba, of course it was easy. But he had never thought why it was like that.
Maybe he should have.
Aiba’s mouth was against his cheek, mumbling something, and Aiba was letting out shallow breaths and they tickled on Nino’s skin. It was too much, too many things happening to him at once, he couldn’t keep up with it anymore.
Aiba thrusted again, his fingers digging into Nino’s hip. And that was it, that was what brought Nino over and he came, just like that, just from having Aiba there, having Aiba inside him, finally.
Aiba stopped for a moment and Nino could feel the smile on Aiba’s lips on his skin. For a moment, he panicked. Was this just some kind of new rule? Was it possible for Aiba to be still playing?
But then Aiba continued, more urgent than before and the panic went away.
Did he really trust Aiba?
Of course not, not with everything, but it wasn’t what was important.
Aiba came, gasping Nino’s name into his ear, and the sweetness of it all overwhelmed Nino. He hadn’t expected this to happen, not like this, but he was happy it did.
The important thing was that he had won the game - and that it didn’t matter at all. Aiba was smiling to him, wrapping Nino into his arms, snuggling close. It was such an easy thing to smile back to him, like he was slipping into his old pattern again, only with more information, only with an understanding of how things really were.
It was such an easy thing to smile... and then to smack Aiba on the head, just to remind him of what Nino really thought of him.
"What was this all about anyway?" Nino asked. Aiba was still smiling to him, seemingly unfazed.
"What all?" Aiba asked, chuckling quietly, running his fingers along Nino’s side.
The touching was probably a distraction technique. Nino didn’t let himself to be that easily dismissed. He wanted answers, damn it, even if he also wanted to snuggle closer and fall asleep.
"You know. All the teasing and... you know."
Aiba’s hand had moved from his side to stroking his thigh. Nino inched a little closer to Aiba, trying to keep his scowl still on his face.
"Hm? Well, I thought it would be fun."
"What?" Nino stared at Aiba, who was smiling but seemed to be completely serious. "You can’t just say that and expect me to be satisfied. You have to give me a proper answer, I don’t buy that crap."
For a moment, Aiba was silent, staring at Nino in a way that made him squirm, but in a good way. "Nino likes games," Aiba said, like it explained everything.
Well, it sort of did, making Nino feel a lurch in his stomach, making him edge even closer to Aiba, making him feel peculiarly happy about everything.
"Oh, yes. And I won," he grinned and - despite Aiba’s loud protests - went to sleep.