Tissues
Title: Tissues
Author: KantanaAmaya
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Aiba Masaki/Ninomiya Kazunari
Summary: Nino is awestruck by Aiba’s not-so-new use of a modern invention, the tissue.
Notes: For my rainbowfilling prompt “Tissues are amazing inventions”. When I read that, it just screamed Aimiya. XD Enjoy!
There was no doubt about it, Arashi never slowed down. Of course they had periods of time that were calmer than others, but in the end they were always doing something. Right now they were hosting three variety shows, each member was dealing with some kind of drama, movie, or stageplay, they were planning a nationwide tour, and preparing to release another album. All of that takes a considerable amount of time, not including all of the magazine interviews and photoshoots that go along with it. In short, there just was not much spare time left for the members individually, which was not very favorable with one member in particular.
“Geez, why are we still here? We spent an hour letting them take pictures of us, haven’t they had enough?” whined the second youngest member of Arashi. Ninomiya restlessly tapped his short fingers on the white table in front of him, the other four rolling their eyes at him. Due to the busy work schedule, they spent a lot of time together lately. That was fine, the members were notorious for how well they all got along. The only issue was that apparently Ninomiya had other things he needed to be doing, and when things did not go his way, he whined. The others were all accustomed to it, but none of them ever came up with a decidedly fool-proof way to make him stop.
“It isn’t like they didn’t feature us two issues ago, why do they need so many pictures?” the gamer grumbled, waiting with the rest for the staff to return and give them their instructions.
“Obviously they can’t use the same ones from last time, the clothes would be the same,” Matsumoto pointed out in his cool, level-headed manner. He was reading his own magazine, patiently waiting at the table in the seat across from Nino’s.
“Do you have other plans?” Ohno piped up from beside MatsuJun, wondering what the younger could possibly have in store when it was not even the end of their work day.
“He better not, we have two more photoshoots and interviews after this,” Sakurai remarked, not even lifting his eyes from the newspaper he was reading. He was at the head of the table, almost like the overseer (read: mother hen) that he acted like.
“What’s wrong, Nino, are you tired of us?” Aiba asked finally, seated next to the man in question. He was half kidding, although he out of everyone knew one of the reasons Ninomiya was so antsy. With them spending so much time together with Arashi, the couple did not have time to spend with just each other. And since they did not have time for each other, they definitely did not have time for sex. Translation: Nino was grumpy because he needed to get laid. The only problem was that the one who would have been more than willing to remedy that, also did not have time. What made it worse, was when their eyes met at the table. Kazunari’s light caramel eyes formed into a piercing glare directed straight at Aiba, and all the older male could do was pout. On the inside, though, he thought it was kind of cute. In his own way, that was how Nino showed that he missed him.
“Not really,” came the reply to Aiba’s rhetorical question, and Nino just folded his head down as far into his crossed arms as he could, wishing there was a least a couch so he could drape himself across Riida. ’Although Sakurai may not appreciate that so much right now,’ Nino thought to himself, wondering if the other pair was as frustrated as he was. Honestly, Aiba’s behavior infuriated him a little on the inside. He was exactly the same as he always was. The “middle child” of Arashi was as cheerful, energetic, ridiculous, and as ready for anything as ever. Ninomiya knew, however, that there was no way in hell Aiba was having sex because he was not having sex. They shared a bed, he should know better than anybody. Yet he was exactly the same, as if this overly busy work schedule was normal. ’We’ve always been busy, but this,’ Kazunari thought, staring at the older male in amazement as he smiled brightly at some comment Sakurai made when he was lost in thought.
“Isn’t that great, Nino?” came Aiba’s voice, and brilliant smile, again.
“Eh? What?” was all the magician could muster, honestly not having heard a word that Sho said. MatsuJun sighed as he folded up his magazine, getting up from his chair and beginning to leave the table.
“We’re done here, and the other shoots got canceled due to some complication on their end. We’ll do it later in the week, but for now, we can go home. Management just called,” Jun clarified, wondering why Ninomiya of all people did not catch such wonderful news. All of them were truly relieved. Although they enjoyed their work, some time off to relax or catch up on their sleep was always a miracle. Kazunari just stared wide-eyed as the rest began to leave. Something so miraculous did not happen often, and he planned to use that time to his advantage. They all said their goodbyes until only Aiba and Nino were left in the room.
“You go on ahead. I’m gonna go buy a game and meet you at home,” Nino said, genuinely smiling for the first time all day. He was very relieved that they could go home almost at the same time normal human beings got off of work that he was going to spend a little bit of money. But it was Nino, so even if it felt like splurging to him, it still does not amount to much. Aiba nodded in reply and left for the house.
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On the gamer’s way back home, he actually hummed to himself a little, although still trying not to attract attention to himself. Even if he was in a good mood, or about to be, he did not want to spoil it by running from tabloid photographers. He climbed the stairs to his apartment that he shared with Aiba, unlocking it and entering. It seemed surprisingly quiet for the tall man to have been home alone, so Nino treaded carefully. Perhaps the animal lover had gone ahead and taken a nap? Smirking to himself as he removed his shoes, Nino hoped that was the case; ’He’ll need the energy.’
He walked quietly into their apartment, in case Aiba was asleep on the couch. For some reason, the man preferred to take naps there as opposed to their actual bed. Surprisingly, as he got a better look around, Aiba was nowhere to be seen. When he entered he definitely would have noticed if Masaki had been asleep in the living room. There was a dim light in the bedroom on, however, and this sparked Ninomiya’s interest. The door was mostly closed, only a slight crack was left, revealing the only light in the room shining through. It was after noticing that when Nino heard something. It sounded like a…groan? Awareness raised, Nino padded closer to the door, peaking through the barely available opening between the door and doorframe. Luckily, Aiba’s moan covered up Nino’s gasp.
Aiba was lying naked on their bed, his head thrown back and legs spread as wide apart as he could get them. Nino noticed the man’s long fingers gripped around his length, a wad of tissues blocking any direct touch. The male’s other hand was gripping the sheets beneath him, and Nino could not resist widening his visibility a little more. After carefully opening the door a bit more, he could see all of Masaki’s facial expressions, and by the looks of it he would be finished soon. Suddenly, Aiba starting moving his hand faster and faster, and Nino caught the whispering of his name from his lover’s lips.
“Kazu, Kazu, Kazu, Kazu,” was the mantra repeated on Masaki’s lips, dispersed only by a few drawn out moans. Ninomiya knew he was extremely aroused at this point, but was so entranced at the sight that he could do nothing about his own pleasure. At this moment, Masaki was his pleasure. Unable to stand the slightly obstructed view anymore, Ninomiya opened the door fully, albeit quietly, and it was the moment when Masaki noticed that he finished, climaxing into the tissues he had used to begin with. Kazunari made his way to his lover slowly, and when he reached the bedside he saw that Aiba was smiling.
“You couldn’t wait for me?” Nino muttered, noting the sincere lack of any scorn in his own voice.
“I haven’t been. You just…didn’t notice before,” Aiba said on an exhale, chest still slightly heaving.
“Don’t tell me…you’ve just been doing this by yourself this whole time,” asked Kazu incredulously, stunned that he never imagined or considered that himself.
“Tissues are amazing inventions,” Masaki said with a grin, using his clean hand to grab some out of the box on the nightstand next to him. “You should find out,” he challenged, handing the tissues to Nino before patting the space on the bed next to him. Kazunari just smirked before sitting next to the miracle boy.
“Is that so? I guess we’ll find out.”
Author: KantanaAmaya
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Aiba Masaki/Ninomiya Kazunari
Summary: Nino is awestruck by Aiba’s not-so-new use of a modern invention, the tissue.
Notes: For my rainbowfilling prompt “Tissues are amazing inventions”. When I read that, it just screamed Aimiya. XD Enjoy!
There was no doubt about it, Arashi never slowed down. Of course they had periods of time that were calmer than others, but in the end they were always doing something. Right now they were hosting three variety shows, each member was dealing with some kind of drama, movie, or stageplay, they were planning a nationwide tour, and preparing to release another album. All of that takes a considerable amount of time, not including all of the magazine interviews and photoshoots that go along with it. In short, there just was not much spare time left for the members individually, which was not very favorable with one member in particular.
“Geez, why are we still here? We spent an hour letting them take pictures of us, haven’t they had enough?” whined the second youngest member of Arashi. Ninomiya restlessly tapped his short fingers on the white table in front of him, the other four rolling their eyes at him. Due to the busy work schedule, they spent a lot of time together lately. That was fine, the members were notorious for how well they all got along. The only issue was that apparently Ninomiya had other things he needed to be doing, and when things did not go his way, he whined. The others were all accustomed to it, but none of them ever came up with a decidedly fool-proof way to make him stop.
“It isn’t like they didn’t feature us two issues ago, why do they need so many pictures?” the gamer grumbled, waiting with the rest for the staff to return and give them their instructions.
“Obviously they can’t use the same ones from last time, the clothes would be the same,” Matsumoto pointed out in his cool, level-headed manner. He was reading his own magazine, patiently waiting at the table in the seat across from Nino’s.
“Do you have other plans?” Ohno piped up from beside MatsuJun, wondering what the younger could possibly have in store when it was not even the end of their work day.
“He better not, we have two more photoshoots and interviews after this,” Sakurai remarked, not even lifting his eyes from the newspaper he was reading. He was at the head of the table, almost like the overseer (read: mother hen) that he acted like.
“What’s wrong, Nino, are you tired of us?” Aiba asked finally, seated next to the man in question. He was half kidding, although he out of everyone knew one of the reasons Ninomiya was so antsy. With them spending so much time together with Arashi, the couple did not have time to spend with just each other. And since they did not have time for each other, they definitely did not have time for sex. Translation: Nino was grumpy because he needed to get laid. The only problem was that the one who would have been more than willing to remedy that, also did not have time. What made it worse, was when their eyes met at the table. Kazunari’s light caramel eyes formed into a piercing glare directed straight at Aiba, and all the older male could do was pout. On the inside, though, he thought it was kind of cute. In his own way, that was how Nino showed that he missed him.
“Not really,” came the reply to Aiba’s rhetorical question, and Nino just folded his head down as far into his crossed arms as he could, wishing there was a least a couch so he could drape himself across Riida. ’Although Sakurai may not appreciate that so much right now,’ Nino thought to himself, wondering if the other pair was as frustrated as he was. Honestly, Aiba’s behavior infuriated him a little on the inside. He was exactly the same as he always was. The “middle child” of Arashi was as cheerful, energetic, ridiculous, and as ready for anything as ever. Ninomiya knew, however, that there was no way in hell Aiba was having sex because he was not having sex. They shared a bed, he should know better than anybody. Yet he was exactly the same, as if this overly busy work schedule was normal. ’We’ve always been busy, but this,’ Kazunari thought, staring at the older male in amazement as he smiled brightly at some comment Sakurai made when he was lost in thought.
“Isn’t that great, Nino?” came Aiba’s voice, and brilliant smile, again.
“Eh? What?” was all the magician could muster, honestly not having heard a word that Sho said. MatsuJun sighed as he folded up his magazine, getting up from his chair and beginning to leave the table.
“We’re done here, and the other shoots got canceled due to some complication on their end. We’ll do it later in the week, but for now, we can go home. Management just called,” Jun clarified, wondering why Ninomiya of all people did not catch such wonderful news. All of them were truly relieved. Although they enjoyed their work, some time off to relax or catch up on their sleep was always a miracle. Kazunari just stared wide-eyed as the rest began to leave. Something so miraculous did not happen often, and he planned to use that time to his advantage. They all said their goodbyes until only Aiba and Nino were left in the room.
“You go on ahead. I’m gonna go buy a game and meet you at home,” Nino said, genuinely smiling for the first time all day. He was very relieved that they could go home almost at the same time normal human beings got off of work that he was going to spend a little bit of money. But it was Nino, so even if it felt like splurging to him, it still does not amount to much. Aiba nodded in reply and left for the house.
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On the gamer’s way back home, he actually hummed to himself a little, although still trying not to attract attention to himself. Even if he was in a good mood, or about to be, he did not want to spoil it by running from tabloid photographers. He climbed the stairs to his apartment that he shared with Aiba, unlocking it and entering. It seemed surprisingly quiet for the tall man to have been home alone, so Nino treaded carefully. Perhaps the animal lover had gone ahead and taken a nap? Smirking to himself as he removed his shoes, Nino hoped that was the case; ’He’ll need the energy.’
He walked quietly into their apartment, in case Aiba was asleep on the couch. For some reason, the man preferred to take naps there as opposed to their actual bed. Surprisingly, as he got a better look around, Aiba was nowhere to be seen. When he entered he definitely would have noticed if Masaki had been asleep in the living room. There was a dim light in the bedroom on, however, and this sparked Ninomiya’s interest. The door was mostly closed, only a slight crack was left, revealing the only light in the room shining through. It was after noticing that when Nino heard something. It sounded like a…groan? Awareness raised, Nino padded closer to the door, peaking through the barely available opening between the door and doorframe. Luckily, Aiba’s moan covered up Nino’s gasp.
Aiba was lying naked on their bed, his head thrown back and legs spread as wide apart as he could get them. Nino noticed the man’s long fingers gripped around his length, a wad of tissues blocking any direct touch. The male’s other hand was gripping the sheets beneath him, and Nino could not resist widening his visibility a little more. After carefully opening the door a bit more, he could see all of Masaki’s facial expressions, and by the looks of it he would be finished soon. Suddenly, Aiba starting moving his hand faster and faster, and Nino caught the whispering of his name from his lover’s lips.
“Kazu, Kazu, Kazu, Kazu,” was the mantra repeated on Masaki’s lips, dispersed only by a few drawn out moans. Ninomiya knew he was extremely aroused at this point, but was so entranced at the sight that he could do nothing about his own pleasure. At this moment, Masaki was his pleasure. Unable to stand the slightly obstructed view anymore, Ninomiya opened the door fully, albeit quietly, and it was the moment when Masaki noticed that he finished, climaxing into the tissues he had used to begin with. Kazunari made his way to his lover slowly, and when he reached the bedside he saw that Aiba was smiling.
“You couldn’t wait for me?” Nino muttered, noting the sincere lack of any scorn in his own voice.
“I haven’t been. You just…didn’t notice before,” Aiba said on an exhale, chest still slightly heaving.
“Don’t tell me…you’ve just been doing this by yourself this whole time,” asked Kazu incredulously, stunned that he never imagined or considered that himself.
“Tissues are amazing inventions,” Masaki said with a grin, using his clean hand to grab some out of the box on the nightstand next to him. “You should find out,” he challenged, handing the tissues to Nino before patting the space on the bed next to him. Kazunari just smirked before sitting next to the miracle boy.
“Is that so? I guess we’ll find out.”