arashi fic: spica
Spica
Pairings: Aiba/Nino, Ohno/Nino and Sho/Aiba
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,498
Nino doesn’t know what he wants. Neither does Aiba.
“Does it feel good for you?” Nino manages to grit out. Aiba’s eyes are inky, Nino’s grip on his thighs is slippery and Aiba’s answer of acquiescence is halting and has an equivocating quality about it but Nino’s orgasm is already being wrenched from him. He doesn’t bother to slip out, biting Aiba’s lips as he works his pretty, slippery cock; Aiba is jerking so hard that Nino tastes blood at the same time he feels an explosion of warmth over his fingers. Aiba mewls into Nino’s mouth as he keeps at his slightly more lubricated pace.
Aiba’s gait is stiff the next day. His dance movements are off. He doesn’t crouch on the floor of the studio the way he always does, instead, curling into his side of the couch. His lips are puffy and he looks like how he used to when he was younger, his preternatural beauty a little overwhelming. It’s a contrast to the shadows under his eyes. Nino slides into position beside him and nuzzles a little. Aiba automatically lifts his arm to let Nino tunnel against him. Nino shifts around till Aiba’s propped up by his smaller frame.
Sho is tapping away furiously at his MacBook in a corner of the room, large headphones crowning his head. Nino breathes over Aiba’s skin and watches as it ripples over in a wave of goosebumps. Ohno and Jun aren’t in the room and Sho, for once, is being mercifully quiet and won’t notice- Nino pulls down the neckband of Aiba’s worn T-shirt and licks his nape. Aiba smiles softly without opening his eyes. He knows what Nino’s trying to say. He always has. Nino closes his eyes and inhales Aiba’s scent. Aiba doesn’t really smell of anything much. He smells like warm skin, he smells clean, like very faint baby bath. They remain like that, nestled together till Jun comes to wake them, frowning a little at the sleep creases on their faces.
Ohno’s wearing a cap, his hair is getting long and fluffs around his ears. Nino falls into step behind him, casually tucking his hand into Ohno’s back pocket. Ohno laughs, quiet and low, and purposefully weaves down the hallway from side to side so that Nino has to follow his lead. Nino’s mirth bubbles over. “Oh-chan,” he says. “Oh-chan.”
Nino sits next to Ohno in their Toyota Hiace and watches the delicate traceries of light through the lace curtains play over Ohno’s face. His cards are in his hands, his heart in his throat as Ohno lists to the side and resettles comfortably against him. Jun is listening to his iPod up front and Sho is lightly snoring in front of them. Aiba is ensconced in a bundle of blanket in his seat next to Sho; all Nino can see of him is green fleece. Ohno’s hair tickles his face but Nino doesn’t move away. Instead, he draws cards at random. 2 of spades. 6 of hearts. When he gets an ace, he brushes a light kiss over Ohno’s face.
He emails Ohno a photo of their legs loosely tangled together under the seats and waits for the almost instantaneous tone of Ohno’s phone before stuffing his deck back into his pocket and allowing himself to drift off to sleep.
Water trembles silver against the window panes and the air is tangy with ozone as they get down from the van. Nino shivers. He perches a hand on Ohno’s left shoulder and Ohno looks up and lets him crowd him unquestioningly. When Ohno tugs Nino’s sleeves over his exposed wrists and fingers, Nino is charmed all over again by the beauty of Ohno’s hands.
They go for drinks after their Music Station performance, just the five of them. Nino likes to drink, sometimes. He trades easy desultory barbs with Jun as he gets progressively drunker, Sho watching benevolently as he pats Aiba soothingly. Aiba has always been a lightweight. Nino himself is practically in Ohno’s lap. Ohno’s moon face is as beatific as Nino knows it would be out on the water, while white capped swells of dark blue leap under him. Nino knocks Ohno’s hand with his own and leans back a little more.
Ohno takes Nino home. Sho is saddled with both Aiba and Jun, who is still lucid and bothering Aiba, whose limpid eyes are getting progressively huger with every flash of Jun’s rings. Sho is struggling to get a good hold on Aiba who is vibrating with breathy giggles and simultaneously swatting Jun away from Aiba as Nino and Ohno’s taxi pulls away from the curb.
Nino melds into Ohno’s side.
Ohno lets themselves into Nino’s apartment after a little fumbling with the keys. Nino flops down and turns on his Nintendo Wii as Ohno pours water into cups in the kitchen. When Ohno brings the lip of the cup to Nino’s mouth, he obediently opens (Ohno knows not to block his view of the television screen). Nino’s reflexes are sluggish though, and he abandons playing after a while, getting up to wander into his bedroom. Ohno shuffles in after him. Nino can feel the concern radiating from him even if his face is as impassive as ever. It’s in the way Ohno turns in his foot as he looks at Nino, properly looks at Nino, gilded in moonlight.
“Let’s sleep, Satoshi,” Nino murmurs and Ohno’s tiny nod of assent has Nino’s heart swelling a little. Nino falls into bed fully clothed.
Nino slides his hands under Ohno’s shirt and reposes them on his stomach, below his bellybutton.
Ohno makes “Kazu” sound like a benediction spilling from his lips.
They walk into their dressing room together the next day. Nino ruffles Aiba’s hair affectionately as Jun growls a greeting when he enters, still wearing a pair of obnoxious shades and then sidles up to peer over Sho’s shoulder to see what he’s reading.
The tip of Nino’s cigarette glows cherry red as he inhales deeply. Ohno is flipping through an adult magazine. Nino practises being a card sharp and makes denigrating comments when Ohno points to certain bits in the magazine. Ohno smiles and Nino does, too.
*
Ohno is away, fishing, for three days.
Nino is slowly thrusting into Aiba. He reaches for Aiba’s hands and curls his own over them.
“Why, if it doesn’t feel good?”
He knows Aiba hears.
Aiba opens his eyes. His face is mantled.
“I’d rather you do this with me than anyone else.”
Nino doesn’t understand, not quite. He groans; Aiba is always so tight.
“Because you like me like that?”
“No, because I love you.”
Nino can barely think.
“I’ll let you fuck me,” he offers.
Aiba’s eyes spark with interest. Nino knows how much Aiba likes to lead too.
Their come commingles like so much pearly essence.
Nino wakes Aiba up in the morning with his mouth on his cock. When Aiba’s making helpless sounds and moving his hips, Nino turns Aiba over and, with exquisite care, pushes a finger inside. He takes his time. Aiba is shaking. Nino has never seen Aiba’s cock this wet before. He wants to suck the glistening precome off but he has something more important to do.
When he finds it, Aiba screams, high and thin. Nino replaces his fingers with his cock and Aiba comes apart underneath him, almost sobbing.
Nino is panting when he pulls out, he hasn’t managed to come yet. When Aiba lazily touches a fingertip to the head of his erection and puts it into his mouth curiously, Nino jerks and comes, spurting on Aiba’s face.
Nino laughs when Aiba solemnly tells him it felt amazing. He grabs Aiba and kisses him, slow and warm. Aiba opens his mouth easily for his tongue.
*
Nino is playing with Ohno’s spiky hair. “Taka,” he whines. “I was scared to bend down while singing in those tight purple pants!”
Ohno’s lips curve up. “Yuuji,” he says. “I like them.”
*
Jun has been a little reticent the past few days, which is why Nino is surprised when he looks up to the sound of somebody clearing his throat and sees Jun standing in front of him. He has his arms crossed and looks distinctly uneasy.
“What is it?” Nino asks, genuinely curious.
Jun hesitates for a second before he says, “You and Captain.”
Nino is confused.
“What about us?”
“I know you like him. It’s not fair.”
Nino is horribly disconcerted.
“Jun-kun,” he tries. Jun’s already speaking, the words tripping over each other in his hurry to get them out.
“Why don’t you think about how it must be for him? And us? Are you really as indifferent as all that?”
Nino feels himself closing off but he valiantly tries to stem Jun’s tirade.
“I don’t do anything, I’m happy just being around him. What’s so wrong about that? We’re not hiding anything, I’m not making any demands of him, and I am not affecting the group in any way.”
“He cares for you and you’re taking advantage of it! He hasn’t been seeing anybody else for the past five months.”
Nino is getting wildly indignant. His anger turns him cold.
“Exactly how am I doing what you think I’ve been doing? I don’t have to own people in order to love them, Matsumoto. And Satoshi has been going out with that girl, you know that.”
Jun’s mouth flattens into a horizontal slash.
“Yes. But then again, I wasn’t talking about Ohno-kun.”
Nino blanches.
Aiba.
“We’ve always been together,” Nino says. It comes out a little strangled. “You don’t know anything. Shut up.”
Jun’s eyes flash dangerously.
“What’s going on here?” Sho’s voice is shaded with shock. There are flags of color standing out in relief high on Jun’s pale face as he shakes his head but it is Nino who pushes past them without saying anything.
*
The air between Nino and Jun is stilted for a week. Jun looks furious and, alternately, repentant, but Nino doesn’t give him any chance at making conciliatory moves. Ohno takes to asking Nino to show him some magic tricks and Nino messes up every time. He blames Jun for this too.
*
They are practising their routine again. It’s easy for Nino to get caught up in the motions of it all, he’s grateful for the instructors who tell them precisely what to do. He finds it easier that way; his mind is blank of everything else but the bracing of his body against the beat of the music. He’s never had a problem with dancing, it comes easily to him. He acts in accordance to others’ wishes, and everything falls into place.
Sho comes in clutching a bottle of water. “Aiba-chan will be sitting this one out. He’s not feeling well.” The cadence of irresoluteness is unmistakable beneath the mild words.
Nino pauses momentarily. Aiba doesn’t like telling people when he’s sick, he never has. It is the one area in which his stubbornness rivals Nino’s.
Nino doesn’t realize the instructor’s calling his name till she’s in his face. He’s startled to find that he hasn’t been in sync with the rest for some time. His neck feels hot. Twenty minutes later, he’s frustrated and trying not to show it. He hasn’t been so off the mark in forever. When he stops abruptly, he surprises even himself.
“I’m stepping out for a little while,” he says tersely and leaves before he has to meet anyone’s gaze or even get a response.
He fingers the pack and lighter in his pocket but takes a different route instead, ending up outside a particular room. It’s wreathed in dusk inside, the curtains have been drawn. Nino’d known that he’d be inside. Aiba pushes himself up on an elbow as Nino eases himself onto the couch. His eyes are very bright above the face mask.
It’s muffled but Nino can clearly make out what he’s saying.
The lie rolls off his tongue easily. “I’ve got all of it down already.”
Aiba relaxes a little.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”
Aiba hums under the mask and waves a hand around limply.
“Come here,” Nino says. “And take off that mask. You’re the only one in this room, idiot.”
Aiba crawls into his lap without hesitation and dangles the mask over the couch. He fits perfectly, even now. Nino’s known Aiba since he was smaller than Nino. Aiba presses closer and deepens the kiss when Nino bends to him and skates his bottom lip across Aiba’s pink, chapped ones. Nino can feel the flutter of his eyelashes.
When the door opens again, Aiba is snagged on Nino’s shirt, Nino’s arm around his torso. Nino’s DSii is open and lying in his left hand, its dull empty eye reflecting Sho’s profile.
*
“Dance with me, Oh-chan.”
Ohno has never refused Nino anything. When Ohno holds Nino’s hand in his and remarks, as he is wont to do, “Nino has such cute hands”, Nino tastes the burst of bittersweet in his mouth. He feels Ohno’s eyes on the back of his neck, and smooths out his expression like water.
*
Nino’s standing in the doorway, watching, as Aiba closes his mouth on Sho’s. Sho holds very still. There are tears in Aiba’s eyes when he opens them. Sho traps Aiba’s wrists when Aiba tries to get up.
“Sho-chan, I’m sorry, Sho-chan. I wanted to see if it was the same.”
Nino’s voice comes out devoid of any inflection. It still blooms in the room, impenetrable.
“Was it?”
Aiba spins around. There is absolute misery in his eyes. Nino feels a little sick to his stomach.
Aiba’s shaking his head. He’s slumped in front of Sho and covering his face. Sho’s hands are still tight on Aiba as he looks directly at Nino. Sho is angry.
When Nino steps forward, Sho’s stance turns protective. It’s so absurd Nino wants to laugh hollowly.
Sho drops a kiss on Aiba’s mouth as he straightens. “Masaki.” There is no levity at all to be found in Sho’s speech.
“I liked it, Masaki. It’s okay. I love you too. It’s okay.”
*
Nino thinks Sho has always been indulgent of Aiba. He took advantage of it. I would never do that to Ohno. He stops there. The epiphany is numbing and, oddly enough, burns.
*
By the time Nino slips the shirt off Aiba’s shoulders, Aiba is trembling. Nino’s fingers are cool against Aiba’s heated skin.
He gasps Aiba’s name as he slowly opens himself up, sliding his fingers inside and pushing down on them.
Aiba is on top of him. Nino fists his hands into cool strands and brings his head down to whisper into his ear.
Aiba’s eyes fly open and he comes with a guttural sound.
Nino follows him over the edge.
*
“Junnosuke,” Nino says.
Jun’s expression is guarded and, at the same time, hopeful.
“Thank you.”
Pairings: Aiba/Nino, Ohno/Nino and Sho/Aiba
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,498
Nino doesn’t know what he wants. Neither does Aiba.
“Does it feel good for you?” Nino manages to grit out. Aiba’s eyes are inky, Nino’s grip on his thighs is slippery and Aiba’s answer of acquiescence is halting and has an equivocating quality about it but Nino’s orgasm is already being wrenched from him. He doesn’t bother to slip out, biting Aiba’s lips as he works his pretty, slippery cock; Aiba is jerking so hard that Nino tastes blood at the same time he feels an explosion of warmth over his fingers. Aiba mewls into Nino’s mouth as he keeps at his slightly more lubricated pace.
Aiba’s gait is stiff the next day. His dance movements are off. He doesn’t crouch on the floor of the studio the way he always does, instead, curling into his side of the couch. His lips are puffy and he looks like how he used to when he was younger, his preternatural beauty a little overwhelming. It’s a contrast to the shadows under his eyes. Nino slides into position beside him and nuzzles a little. Aiba automatically lifts his arm to let Nino tunnel against him. Nino shifts around till Aiba’s propped up by his smaller frame.
Sho is tapping away furiously at his MacBook in a corner of the room, large headphones crowning his head. Nino breathes over Aiba’s skin and watches as it ripples over in a wave of goosebumps. Ohno and Jun aren’t in the room and Sho, for once, is being mercifully quiet and won’t notice- Nino pulls down the neckband of Aiba’s worn T-shirt and licks his nape. Aiba smiles softly without opening his eyes. He knows what Nino’s trying to say. He always has. Nino closes his eyes and inhales Aiba’s scent. Aiba doesn’t really smell of anything much. He smells like warm skin, he smells clean, like very faint baby bath. They remain like that, nestled together till Jun comes to wake them, frowning a little at the sleep creases on their faces.
Ohno’s wearing a cap, his hair is getting long and fluffs around his ears. Nino falls into step behind him, casually tucking his hand into Ohno’s back pocket. Ohno laughs, quiet and low, and purposefully weaves down the hallway from side to side so that Nino has to follow his lead. Nino’s mirth bubbles over. “Oh-chan,” he says. “Oh-chan.”
Nino sits next to Ohno in their Toyota Hiace and watches the delicate traceries of light through the lace curtains play over Ohno’s face. His cards are in his hands, his heart in his throat as Ohno lists to the side and resettles comfortably against him. Jun is listening to his iPod up front and Sho is lightly snoring in front of them. Aiba is ensconced in a bundle of blanket in his seat next to Sho; all Nino can see of him is green fleece. Ohno’s hair tickles his face but Nino doesn’t move away. Instead, he draws cards at random. 2 of spades. 6 of hearts. When he gets an ace, he brushes a light kiss over Ohno’s face.
He emails Ohno a photo of their legs loosely tangled together under the seats and waits for the almost instantaneous tone of Ohno’s phone before stuffing his deck back into his pocket and allowing himself to drift off to sleep.
Water trembles silver against the window panes and the air is tangy with ozone as they get down from the van. Nino shivers. He perches a hand on Ohno’s left shoulder and Ohno looks up and lets him crowd him unquestioningly. When Ohno tugs Nino’s sleeves over his exposed wrists and fingers, Nino is charmed all over again by the beauty of Ohno’s hands.
They go for drinks after their Music Station performance, just the five of them. Nino likes to drink, sometimes. He trades easy desultory barbs with Jun as he gets progressively drunker, Sho watching benevolently as he pats Aiba soothingly. Aiba has always been a lightweight. Nino himself is practically in Ohno’s lap. Ohno’s moon face is as beatific as Nino knows it would be out on the water, while white capped swells of dark blue leap under him. Nino knocks Ohno’s hand with his own and leans back a little more.
Ohno takes Nino home. Sho is saddled with both Aiba and Jun, who is still lucid and bothering Aiba, whose limpid eyes are getting progressively huger with every flash of Jun’s rings. Sho is struggling to get a good hold on Aiba who is vibrating with breathy giggles and simultaneously swatting Jun away from Aiba as Nino and Ohno’s taxi pulls away from the curb.
Nino melds into Ohno’s side.
Ohno lets themselves into Nino’s apartment after a little fumbling with the keys. Nino flops down and turns on his Nintendo Wii as Ohno pours water into cups in the kitchen. When Ohno brings the lip of the cup to Nino’s mouth, he obediently opens (Ohno knows not to block his view of the television screen). Nino’s reflexes are sluggish though, and he abandons playing after a while, getting up to wander into his bedroom. Ohno shuffles in after him. Nino can feel the concern radiating from him even if his face is as impassive as ever. It’s in the way Ohno turns in his foot as he looks at Nino, properly looks at Nino, gilded in moonlight.
“Let’s sleep, Satoshi,” Nino murmurs and Ohno’s tiny nod of assent has Nino’s heart swelling a little. Nino falls into bed fully clothed.
Nino slides his hands under Ohno’s shirt and reposes them on his stomach, below his bellybutton.
Ohno makes “Kazu” sound like a benediction spilling from his lips.
They walk into their dressing room together the next day. Nino ruffles Aiba’s hair affectionately as Jun growls a greeting when he enters, still wearing a pair of obnoxious shades and then sidles up to peer over Sho’s shoulder to see what he’s reading.
The tip of Nino’s cigarette glows cherry red as he inhales deeply. Ohno is flipping through an adult magazine. Nino practises being a card sharp and makes denigrating comments when Ohno points to certain bits in the magazine. Ohno smiles and Nino does, too.
*
Ohno is away, fishing, for three days.
Nino is slowly thrusting into Aiba. He reaches for Aiba’s hands and curls his own over them.
“Why, if it doesn’t feel good?”
He knows Aiba hears.
Aiba opens his eyes. His face is mantled.
“I’d rather you do this with me than anyone else.”
Nino doesn’t understand, not quite. He groans; Aiba is always so tight.
“Because you like me like that?”
“No, because I love you.”
Nino can barely think.
“I’ll let you fuck me,” he offers.
Aiba’s eyes spark with interest. Nino knows how much Aiba likes to lead too.
Their come commingles like so much pearly essence.
Nino wakes Aiba up in the morning with his mouth on his cock. When Aiba’s making helpless sounds and moving his hips, Nino turns Aiba over and, with exquisite care, pushes a finger inside. He takes his time. Aiba is shaking. Nino has never seen Aiba’s cock this wet before. He wants to suck the glistening precome off but he has something more important to do.
When he finds it, Aiba screams, high and thin. Nino replaces his fingers with his cock and Aiba comes apart underneath him, almost sobbing.
Nino is panting when he pulls out, he hasn’t managed to come yet. When Aiba lazily touches a fingertip to the head of his erection and puts it into his mouth curiously, Nino jerks and comes, spurting on Aiba’s face.
Nino laughs when Aiba solemnly tells him it felt amazing. He grabs Aiba and kisses him, slow and warm. Aiba opens his mouth easily for his tongue.
*
Nino is playing with Ohno’s spiky hair. “Taka,” he whines. “I was scared to bend down while singing in those tight purple pants!”
Ohno’s lips curve up. “Yuuji,” he says. “I like them.”
*
Jun has been a little reticent the past few days, which is why Nino is surprised when he looks up to the sound of somebody clearing his throat and sees Jun standing in front of him. He has his arms crossed and looks distinctly uneasy.
“What is it?” Nino asks, genuinely curious.
Jun hesitates for a second before he says, “You and Captain.”
Nino is confused.
“What about us?”
“I know you like him. It’s not fair.”
Nino is horribly disconcerted.
“Jun-kun,” he tries. Jun’s already speaking, the words tripping over each other in his hurry to get them out.
“Why don’t you think about how it must be for him? And us? Are you really as indifferent as all that?”
Nino feels himself closing off but he valiantly tries to stem Jun’s tirade.
“I don’t do anything, I’m happy just being around him. What’s so wrong about that? We’re not hiding anything, I’m not making any demands of him, and I am not affecting the group in any way.”
“He cares for you and you’re taking advantage of it! He hasn’t been seeing anybody else for the past five months.”
Nino is getting wildly indignant. His anger turns him cold.
“Exactly how am I doing what you think I’ve been doing? I don’t have to own people in order to love them, Matsumoto. And Satoshi has been going out with that girl, you know that.”
Jun’s mouth flattens into a horizontal slash.
“Yes. But then again, I wasn’t talking about Ohno-kun.”
Nino blanches.
Aiba.
“We’ve always been together,” Nino says. It comes out a little strangled. “You don’t know anything. Shut up.”
Jun’s eyes flash dangerously.
“What’s going on here?” Sho’s voice is shaded with shock. There are flags of color standing out in relief high on Jun’s pale face as he shakes his head but it is Nino who pushes past them without saying anything.
*
The air between Nino and Jun is stilted for a week. Jun looks furious and, alternately, repentant, but Nino doesn’t give him any chance at making conciliatory moves. Ohno takes to asking Nino to show him some magic tricks and Nino messes up every time. He blames Jun for this too.
*
They are practising their routine again. It’s easy for Nino to get caught up in the motions of it all, he’s grateful for the instructors who tell them precisely what to do. He finds it easier that way; his mind is blank of everything else but the bracing of his body against the beat of the music. He’s never had a problem with dancing, it comes easily to him. He acts in accordance to others’ wishes, and everything falls into place.
Sho comes in clutching a bottle of water. “Aiba-chan will be sitting this one out. He’s not feeling well.” The cadence of irresoluteness is unmistakable beneath the mild words.
Nino pauses momentarily. Aiba doesn’t like telling people when he’s sick, he never has. It is the one area in which his stubbornness rivals Nino’s.
Nino doesn’t realize the instructor’s calling his name till she’s in his face. He’s startled to find that he hasn’t been in sync with the rest for some time. His neck feels hot. Twenty minutes later, he’s frustrated and trying not to show it. He hasn’t been so off the mark in forever. When he stops abruptly, he surprises even himself.
“I’m stepping out for a little while,” he says tersely and leaves before he has to meet anyone’s gaze or even get a response.
He fingers the pack and lighter in his pocket but takes a different route instead, ending up outside a particular room. It’s wreathed in dusk inside, the curtains have been drawn. Nino’d known that he’d be inside. Aiba pushes himself up on an elbow as Nino eases himself onto the couch. His eyes are very bright above the face mask.
It’s muffled but Nino can clearly make out what he’s saying.
The lie rolls off his tongue easily. “I’ve got all of it down already.”
Aiba relaxes a little.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”
Aiba hums under the mask and waves a hand around limply.
“Come here,” Nino says. “And take off that mask. You’re the only one in this room, idiot.”
Aiba crawls into his lap without hesitation and dangles the mask over the couch. He fits perfectly, even now. Nino’s known Aiba since he was smaller than Nino. Aiba presses closer and deepens the kiss when Nino bends to him and skates his bottom lip across Aiba’s pink, chapped ones. Nino can feel the flutter of his eyelashes.
When the door opens again, Aiba is snagged on Nino’s shirt, Nino’s arm around his torso. Nino’s DSii is open and lying in his left hand, its dull empty eye reflecting Sho’s profile.
*
“Dance with me, Oh-chan.”
Ohno has never refused Nino anything. When Ohno holds Nino’s hand in his and remarks, as he is wont to do, “Nino has such cute hands”, Nino tastes the burst of bittersweet in his mouth. He feels Ohno’s eyes on the back of his neck, and smooths out his expression like water.
*
Nino’s standing in the doorway, watching, as Aiba closes his mouth on Sho’s. Sho holds very still. There are tears in Aiba’s eyes when he opens them. Sho traps Aiba’s wrists when Aiba tries to get up.
“Sho-chan, I’m sorry, Sho-chan. I wanted to see if it was the same.”
Nino’s voice comes out devoid of any inflection. It still blooms in the room, impenetrable.
“Was it?”
Aiba spins around. There is absolute misery in his eyes. Nino feels a little sick to his stomach.
Aiba’s shaking his head. He’s slumped in front of Sho and covering his face. Sho’s hands are still tight on Aiba as he looks directly at Nino. Sho is angry.
When Nino steps forward, Sho’s stance turns protective. It’s so absurd Nino wants to laugh hollowly.
Sho drops a kiss on Aiba’s mouth as he straightens. “Masaki.” There is no levity at all to be found in Sho’s speech.
“I liked it, Masaki. It’s okay. I love you too. It’s okay.”
*
Nino thinks Sho has always been indulgent of Aiba. He took advantage of it. I would never do that to Ohno. He stops there. The epiphany is numbing and, oddly enough, burns.
*
By the time Nino slips the shirt off Aiba’s shoulders, Aiba is trembling. Nino’s fingers are cool against Aiba’s heated skin.
He gasps Aiba’s name as he slowly opens himself up, sliding his fingers inside and pushing down on them.
Aiba is on top of him. Nino fists his hands into cool strands and brings his head down to whisper into his ear.
Aiba’s eyes fly open and he comes with a guttural sound.
Nino follows him over the edge.
*
“Junnosuke,” Nino says.
Jun’s expression is guarded and, at the same time, hopeful.
“Thank you.”