What Happens When Nino finds out about Juntoshiba
Title: What Happens When Nino finds out about Juntoshiba, part two
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Arashi group sex. Specifically Jun/Ohno/Aiba, Jun/Ohno, Aiba/Ohno, Ohno/Nino, Jun/Nino, Sho/Nino
Genre: EPIC Porn
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: Nino discovers his friend's nighttime activities.
Sequel to What Happens When Aiba is Left in Charge of Presents
Part one
“I miss Aiba-chan’s hugs.”
Nino looked over at Ohno laying back on the couch next to him, startled at the sudden admission. Nino had a Playstation paddle in his hands and had been intently watching the television until a moment ago. Now he was staring at Oh-chan, who was looked up at the ceiling with a dazed expression. It was getting late into the night, although neither of them had really noticed the time.
And Leader was acting really weird.
Since that morning Ohno hadn’t been quite there, at least more so than usual. They hadn’t worked in the Arashi studio at all that day, so Nino didn’t have to deal with Aiba and Jun staring him down across the room, but the gamer was a little scared at how depressed Ohno was acting.
Nino wasn’t sure he could handle this. He had been feeling very stressed recently with protecting Ohno and all of that, and didn’t think he could talk any reason into his friend coherently tonight, especially since he had been staring at his video game in a daze for the last few hours.
“And Jun is such a good kisser,” Leader continued distractedly, as if he were talking to himself. “He used to kiss me right before I was going to orgasm-“
“Woah, please stop.” Nino held up a hand for emphasis. He tried to clearly make his tone sound like he absolutely was not interested in how good of a kisser Jun was and especially not during what times.
Even though he was still thinking really hard about what Sho had said, the magician hadn’t brought himself to talk to Ohno about it yet. He had been trying to come up with a decent strategy for several days.
Nino pulled out his phone when his friend paused his ramblings and typed a quick email to Sho, the only person he could think of to help him (even though he had been pretty useless on the protecting Ohno front).
Oh-chan’s acting strange… Can you come over to my place?
Ohno suddenly sat up and stared blankly at Nino, his eyes entirely clouded, like he didn’t realize what he was doing. The gamer jumped a little at the sudden action. “And Aiba-chan’s cock was-“
Nino dropped his phone on the floor and covered his ears, squinting his eyes shut so he didn’t have to hear what Ohno was saying. “STOP! STOP!” he yelled over Leader’s voice.
When he couldn’t hear the mumbling continue, Nino slowly released his ears and snuck a look at Ohno. He looked slightly more focused now, but still out of it.
“I miss Aiba-chan so much. And Jun. Jun is such a good kisser…” Ohno’s tone was flat, and it was evident he didn’t realize he had said the same thing twice. If he had, he didn’t really care.
The gamer gazed at his friend with a guilty feeling in the pit of his stomach, then back at the TV where there was a static square in the middle of the screen that read paused. He picked up his phone from the carpet as it beeped in a reply from Sho.
Sorry, I can’t. I’m still working.
Nino snapped the phone shut and tossed it back to the floor, realizing that maybe it was a good thing that Sho couldn’t come over. It forced him to take a step in resolving the situation.
“Oh-chan…?” the gamer swallowed, not really wanting to say what he was about to. “Do you… do you really like doing…that stuff? With Jun and Aiba?” As he asked, Nino turned his attention to his friend to watch his reaction.
Leader suddenly became attentive and blinked a few times before firmly answering “Yes.”
Nino glanced back at the television.
“But… I mean… What about all that relationship crap? Aren’t you supposed to date someone before…that stuff?” The gamer hoped his blush wasn’t too obvious. It was true his views of relationships were somewhat naïve, since Johnny restrained all of the idols personal lives in that area, but he still thought that there was some sort of order to the whole thing. You didn’t just jump into sex, especially with more than one person simultaneously. “I mean, shouldn’t you… you know, love them?”
Nino felt like an idiot, but of all the people he could feel that way around, Ohno was at the top of the list.
Tilting his head in a questioning way, Leader immediately replied. “I do.”
The gamer shot his friend an incredulous stare.
“What?”
Leader shrugged and looked down at his hands. “I don’t know why, but… They both make my stomach flutter, you know? Like in dramas?”
Nino raised an eyebrow. “Both of them?”
Ohno nodded sheepishly and tried to hide a smile (it wasn’t successful). “They’re both different… like, Aiba makes me feel warm inside when he smiles at me. I really want to get his attention…all the time.”
A pout formed on Nino’s face.
If this was true he’d done a really terrible thing the last month.
“But Jun…” Ohno continued. “Jun is just… he tries to be cool, but I’m happy when he casually leans on me and acts like it’s not a big deal. I love that I can see what he’s feeling even though he wants to hide it. And he’s a really good kisser-“ Ohno said earnestly, but Nino interrupted.
“You said that already.”
“Oh,” Ohno smirked sheepishly. “Well, anyway…”
There was an awkward silence.
Nino was looking at his chunky fingers and Ohno was staring at the television, still trying to repress a smile.
Satisfied that the older man had said all he wanted to and that the situation had become clear, Nino stood and retrieved his phone once again from the ground in front of him, slowly pacing around to the back of the couch. It was really a strange and screwed up situation, but the gamer couldn’t deny three of his best friends anymore. Especially when they all seemed so connected and affected by each other.
The gamer hurriedly typed out an email to Jun and Aiba and sent it.
I guess you can come see Oh-chan at my apartment if you want.
Nino snuck a look at Ohno, who was staring passively at the television, lost in his own thoughts again. The gamer shoved his cell back in his pocket and returned to his seat on the couch. He probably only had a few minutes to make it to a save point before the two perverts arrived.
The second that his data was secure, Nino’s front door slowly opened, as predicted. Aiba poked his head in, tentatively watching the two of them seated together on the couch.
Ohno immediately stiffened, his chest rising and falling quickly as his breaths increased. “Aiba… chan…” he whispered reverently.
Aiba pushed the door open and gave the idols staring at him a small smile. “Can I come in?” he asked gently, apprehensive about Nino’s change of attitude.
Still holding the paddle in his hand and turning back to the TV (he decided in order to avoid the awkwardness of making up with his friends that he would just continue to play his game), Nino shrugged and pretended to be apathetic about the whole situation.
Aiba entered the apartment and gently closed the door behind him, never taking his eyes off of Ohno.
Leader stood as the taller star gradually approached the couch. Aiba shot another look at Nino to make sure he wasn’t going to be stopped before he held out his arms and Ohno leaned into his embrace.
The gamer watched the exchange out of the corner of his eye, feeling a little relieved. He tried not to pay attention when Ohno turned back to him, his arms still around Aiba’s middle, and smiled happily, leaning his head against the taller man’s chest.
“Thank you, Kazu…” he whispered and Nino didn’t allow the warmth in his chest to show on his face. He pretended to ignore them and continued playing his game.
After a second, the pair sat down on the couch where Ohno had been a moment ago. Aiba was in the corner next to the arm rest and Leader immediately snuggled up against his front. The animal lover began running his hand up and down Ohno’s back and was giving him an endearing look.
Nino had returned his attention to the television and was fighting an oversized monster when the door opened once again, this time Jun pushing his way in, out of breath. The gamer immediately starting losing, his attention split between the virtual fight and the problem he had at hand.
Also hesitating in the entranceway for a brief moment, Jun made his way across the room without any permission from Nino, since Ohno had leaned forward on the couch and was looking at him with an excited face while Aiba’s smile widened.
The artist stood again, leaving the animal lover sitting on the couch, and embraced Jun in a similar way. The younger idol wrapped his arms around Leader and sighed happily, a content smile now gracing his face. When the hug was complete, Ohno took Jun by the hand and led him to the couch, the two of them taking up the rest of the leftover space.
Apologizing softly when he bumped Nino’s arm sitting down, Jun squeezed between the two shorter men. Ohno leaned his head on Jun’s shoulder and looked up at him with enthusiasm while Aiba took a hold of his other hand.
Nino continued to attempt to ignore the dysfunctional trio, but it wasn’t working. He had already lost one life and he wasn’t sure if it was worth trying to continue. He didn’t really want to impose on their personal moment, though (and at the same time he didn’t think he could leave them alone together). So there wasn’t really another option besides sitting here next to them and try to play a game he knew he was losing.
The gamer was distracted for a few minutes by a treasure chest on a cliff that he wasn’t sure he could reach, and by the time he came back to himself he realized that he wasn’t as squished as he was a moment ago.
Jun had moved a few inches away from him and Ohno was half lying on Aiba’s lap, one of his legs draped over Jun’s knee. The youngest idol was resting on top of him, his head in the crook of Leader’s shoulder, and he was shifting his attention between the TV and Ohno’s hand, which was covered by both of his own.
Aiba’s nose was buried in Ohno’s hair and he had both of his hands wrapped lightly around Leader’s waist. The oldest man’s free hand was laid gently on Aiba’s leg and he was looking blissful with an unconscious grin on his face.
Nino took in the entire scene unnoticed by the three men, and briefly considered that maybe they had found some way to make such a messed up relationship work. They actually looked adorable, like pink fluffy bunnies with rainbows in the background and daisies that sang songs like Love So Sweet.
Satisfied with letting his friends continue their little cuddle session, Nino turned back to the television screen, focusing on his video game again.
Just like always, Nino wasn’t sure how much later it was when he was jolted out of his reverie. It was easy to get caught up in games like he did, especially when you had some leveling to do before you could continue on to the next boss.
Just as he finished killing another nasty looking digital monster, Nino ruffled at the sounds coming from next to him.
The gamer turned just in time to see Aiba’s hands feathering over the front of Ohno’s jeans and Jun kissing him gently (as, apparently, Ohno liked). The smallest man was moaning softly into the mouth that was covering his, both of their eyes closed.
Nino was paralyzed.
After such a touching talk with Ohno a moment ago, he couldn’t just pull them apart like he had before. He hesitated, not knowing what to do, but figuring he had to interrupt them somehow.
“Mmm, Leader… It’s been a while… I want to touch you everywhere…” Aiba mumbled, his head resting against Oh-chan’s. Nino felt mildly surprised at the tone of Aiba’s voice; it was slightly lower than usual and sounded sexy, while his usual voice was peppy and full of energy.
The fingers were rubbing the front of the jeans more firmly than a moment ago and Nino felt himself shiver.
In horror, of course.
“Hey,” Nino was relieved to hear his voice sound clearer than he thought it would come out. “Hey!” he repeated again, louder, since none of them had turned to look at him.
The gamer huffed, realizing he would have to take action again, but not wanting to. He tugged on Jun’s shirt, pulling him backwards and away from Ohno, breaking their kiss.
“I said hey,” he said once more, his voice heavy with warning. Jun turned his gaze to Nino with a dreamy look.
“Oh, Nino,” he said blankly. “Sorry…” he looked guilty for a second, but immediately turned back to Aiba, who had now covered Ohno’s lips with his own, the older man’s head twisted to reach the idol behind him. The scientist’s hands were beginning to fumble with the front of Ohno’s pants and Leader was making some sort of growling noise, trying to pull Jun back to him through their connected hands.
The gamer didn’t prevent Jun from leaning forward again, though, or pushing up Ohno’s shirt while kissing the little of his collar bone that was exposed behind his t-shirt. Meanwhile, Aiba was trying to push the jeans down on Ohno’s hips despite the fact that he was still sitting on them. The kiss broke, but their faces stayed inches apart, breaths mingling.
“St-stop!” Nino choked, unable to tear his eyes away from Leader’s erection, which was thinly covered with his boxer shorts. He stiffened a moment later when Aiba’s slender fingers ran over its length, causing a full-fledged moan to fall from Ohno’s lips.
Jun had lifted up the shirt and was now kissing his way across Leader’s chest, eventually licking one of his hard nipples. Aiba was stroking him firmly through his underwear and Ohno was writhing in between them, trying to thrust his hips and making whining noises.
“I said STOP!” Nino basically yelled, dropping his controller to the floor and standing abruptly. The three idols finally turned their attention to him, Aiba and Jun momentarily halting their ministrations on Leader. “D-don’t make me kick you out!” he said reprimandingly, pointing his finger at Aiba.
There was silence for a second before Aiba began running his fingers over Ohno’s erection again and the older man let out a strangled gasp.
Nino became rigid, his finger still hanging in the air, and he gritted his teeth together, trying to pull together enough confidence to evacuate these two and save Ohno again.
Even though Leader certainly seemed to like it.
The artist arched his back as Aiba’s fingers found the head of his cock and rubbed the material against it.
“Jun-kun…” The animal lover had begun ignoring Nino, which really pissed him off (but not enough to spur him to action), and had instead turned his attention to the youngest member.
Jun grunted inquisitively, staring at the same spot Nino was: Aiba’s hand at Ohno’s cock.
“Why don’t you kiss Nino?” he suggested.
Nino’s head shot up and he tried to step away, but Ohno had already grabbed his wrist, although it seemed to have taken some effort, since his face was pinched in pleasure.
“Kazu…” he moaned as Aiba continued to play with him, bringing the gamer closer as Leader lay back against the bigger idol again.
Unable to pull himself away and completely unbalanced by the whole scene before him, Nino fell onto his knees in front of the couch, somewhere between Ohno and Jun.
He was a little scared, but at the same time he couldn’t pull his eyes away from Ohno’s, which were dilated with sexual tension.
“Kiss Nino?” Jun asked next to the gamer and Nino’s head jerked around to face him. By the time their eyes met, the youngest idol was already leaning towards his prey, although somewhat unsure of his actions.
“Yeah, kiss him,” Ohno encouraged, and at those words it seemed like Jun lost any inhibitions he had.
Nino tried to push him away, but Jun had already picked up the gamer and dragged him into his lap, promptly pressing their lips together.
A moan left his mouth as soon as Jun’s tongue touched his, and he felt ashamed. Even after all the lecturing to Ohno about what sex should be, Nino was excited at the prospect laid before him, even though it was so wrong.
Realizing the action that he had to take, the gamer began pushing on Jun’s arms (although it seemed like he had lost a good deal of his strength), but it almost was if the more he struggled, the harder of a hold Jun had on him. Nino’s head was sinking into the back of the couch as the younger star dominated his mouth, running his tongue anywhere it would fit. Aiba and Ohno were offering Jun quiet encouragement, although it was mostly the scientist that was voicing his arousal at the scene.
Just when Nino had become distracted enough that his hands on Jun’s arms were grabbing for stability more than in resistance, he felt another pair of hands fumbling at his waist. He had been wearing a pair of dark denim pants, despite the fact that he had done nothing more that day than sat around playing video games and picked up Ohno from his drama filming. They were comfortable because they were somewhat loose-fitted, but this also meant that whoever was pulling them down didn’t have much of a fight.
Nino tried to resist.
He really did.
“Look, Leader, he’s already hard…” Nino heard Aiba’s voice somewhere next to him and he deduced the two were watching him and Jun. A hand ran over his cock, which was only still covered because it was sort of hard and caught behind the elastic waist of his briefs. The jeans were most of the way down his hips already, and slid off his legs without resistance as whoever was doing this to him (probably Aiba) removed them.
Nino struggled to fight back again, but Jun was firmly holding him in place, still exploring his mouth.
“Leader, why don’t you touch it?”
At those words, Nino pushed on Jun’s arms harder, but with no success.
Please, not Oh-chan, he desperately thought. He’s too naïve for this sort of thing.
But it was too late.
The gamer gasped as he felt a tentatively hand on his erection and he had to refrain himself from thrusting upwards.
Leader’s touch was so light and smooth, like he was fascinated with what was presented before him. Nino stopped moving against his captors and instead concentrated on not reacting to the touch of his best friend, something that was torturous and all around not right.
After Nino had been teased for a moment, Aiba gently chided Ohno.
“You have to touch it harder.”
Apparently he felt he had to show Ohno as well, because the pressure on his cock increased and the writhing man felt two hands groping him now instead of just one.
In an attempt to push Jun, his main obstacle, away and free himself, Nino tried biting the younger’s lip, but not hard enough to really leave a mark. In fact, it probably wouldn’t be considered more than a nip, but it was all the gamer could bring himself to do to Jun.
It seemed that had been the wrong move, though, because the younger idol immediately opened his mouth wider and began working Nino’s bottom lip between his teeth, mimicking what the smaller man had done a moment again.
Nino hadn’t meant the action to be so seductive.
The gamer tried to move his arm to bat away the hands that were now fumbling with pulling his briefs down instead, but Jun was still squishing him into the couch, grabbing his biceps and leaving him completely immobile. And the bastard was still covering his mouth so he couldn’t verbally respond to the assault either.
The underwear were discarded onto the floor as well, leaving Nino’s legs bare and exposed to the rest of the group. He tried to pull his feet up to his chest to cover himself, but Aiba’s large hands were already halting his movements, pushing his thighs back to the couch.
Nino shivered when Ohno ran his hands over his erection again, this time receiving skin on skin contact. He was vaguely thankful to Aiba, despite the fact that this whole situation was fucked up, because Nino’s hips tried once again to force themselves up to meet the gentle hand of their own will. He couldn’t restrain himself this time, though, and so Aiba had to stop him.
Out of the corner of his pinched eye, past Jun’s mop of hair and the couch cushion blocking most of his view, Nino noticed Ohno’s fascinated expression.
He almost died.
Aiba was still spooned up behind him and neither of them were wearing shirts anymore. The miracle boy was kissing Leader’s neck, his hands occupied with keeping the gamer down, while the older man stared at Nino’s nether regions.
“It’s…” Ohno started to speak again, his tone curious.
Nino shut his eyes again, not believing this was happening.
“It’s…” Leader repeated, rubbing his fingers slowly over Nino, who was shaking against Aiba’s hands because of the teasing. “It’s cute.”
The gamer almost sobbed at the admission. Oh-chan was too adorable, he couldn’t believe he was functioning in this sexual situation, and not only that, but he appeared to be the main cog that turned everything.
Nino was slowly starting to understand why.
Aiba giggled as the gamer began twitching uncontrollably, and Jun finally retreated a little, allowing Nino to breathe properly.
“St-stop…” he gasped, arching his back as Jun began attacking his neck without prompting. “Stop it… Oh-chan…” Nino tried taking deep breaths to clear his fuzzy head, but he was slowly losing himself to his lust.
“Touch it at the top, Leader. It feels really good when you touch it there.” Nino held back another sob at Aiba’s obvious disregard for his plea and moaned in pleasure as Ohno followed Aiba’s direction. “See? He likes it.”
“I don’t like it,” Nino retorted, then bit his lip to stop another moan from exiting his mouth. Aiba’s hand was there too, complementing Ohno’s movements.
“Don’t listen to him, Oh-chan, it’s obvious-“ Aiba started, but stopped when Ohno whispered his own reply.
“Do you really not like it, Kazu?” he asked innocently, pushing on Jun’s shoulder lightly to let the gamer up.
At the gentle touch, Jun leaned back and joined the other two looking at Nino for an answer.
The gamer couldn’t move. He stayed pressed into the couch and squeezed his eyes shut so he didn’t have to meet Leader’s intense gaze. The older man was still slowly stroking his cock.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Ohno asked earnestly, running his fingers firmly over the head of Nino’s erection again, leaning closer.
The gamer’s eyes fluttered open at the guilty sounding voice and he couldn’t pull his gaze away from Leader afterwards.
By the time Ohno was finished moving, their faces were inches apart and Nino’s focus darted from between Leader’s eyes and his lips. The older man’s mouth was wet, half open and flushed from kissing Aiba. It looked delicious and the sense of how messed up this situation was came back to Nino full force.
But Oh-chan was asking him a question, and Nino had always had a soft spot for the older man.
“…It feels good, Leader…” the gamer whimpered, swallowing the fact that he definitely shouldn’t have said that.
Ohno smiled gently at him and took the response as permission to kiss Nino.
The lips against his now were different than Jun’s had been. Jun had been pushy and dominating and basically eating Nino. Ohno was being tenderly insistent, though, and somehow drew Nino’s conscious into the kiss, making him forget the situation he was in.
Leader’s tongue finally dipped into his mouth as he increased the touch on Nino’s cock, making the gamer moan softly.
As he realized what he did, Nino had a sudden incestuous feeling boil up in the pit of his stomach. He was kissing Ohno for God’s sake. They were like brothers.
Ohno’s tongue pressed deeper into his mouth and Nino tentatively pushed back, reveling in the excitement running through his blood. Although Jun had been a good kisser (Nino didn’t have much to compare it to, unfortunately), Nino liked Ohno so much better.
Leader pulled back with a small smirk and mumbled “Mmm, Kazu tastes good, too…”
Nino shivered, even though Ohno had stopped touching him altogether.
The older man suddenly twisted and fell back into the couch next to Nino and turned back to Aiba with a smile. The miracle boy was tugging down Ohno’s jeans with an impish grin, throwing Leader off balance, and then discarded them next to Nino’s on the floor.
“That’s better…” Aiba mumbled, and Nino wasn’t sure he was referring to Ohno’s nakedness or the redirected attention.
Aiba ran his hands gently up Ohno’s chest and then back down to his hips, causing the older man’s breath to grow ragged. Nino almost jumped when he felt Jun’s touch light on his side, since he had been lost in watching the other couple with fascination.
Jun’s gaze was drifting between Ohno and Nino, but he was pushing up the gamer’s shirt over his head distractedly. He looked at Nino with finality, discarded the clothing, and then swallowed.
Nino averted his eyes. “S-sorry,” he whispered, realizing that Jun really wanted to be with Ohno, but was taking care of him instead.
The younger idol smiled and shook his head, silently telling Nino he had nothing to apologize about.
“Don’t worry, it’s Aiba’s turn anyway.”
Nino flushed, thinking again about how messed up these people were. Ohno was now helping Aiba struggle out of his clothing, the two of them temporarily oblivious to the other couple.
The gamer turned back to Jun when he felt himself being pulled away from the couch and once again into the younger man’s arms. Twisting uncomfortably (Nino had pretty much consented to the whole thing, but that didn’t mean he was going to take it passively), he faced Jun instead of allowing himself to be properly held.
Jun raised his eyebrow and smirked lightly. “What?”
“Aren’t you going to…?” Nino swallowed, motioning to Jun’s fully dressed body.
His smirk only grew. “You take it off.”
The gamer frowned.
“Bastard,” he said under his breath, but started on the top button of the shirt that Jun was sporting that night. He pouted and maybe took more time sliding it off Jun’s shoulders than he needed to, but before Nino could start on his pants, a loud moan drew his attention behind him.
Nino turned his head back to Ohno and Aiba just in time to see the bigger man pushing his cock inside of Leader, who was facing Nino on his hands and knees.
The gamer’s eyes widened as another one of Ohno’s throaty moans filled Nino’s living room. Aiba’s cock was huge. How was it fitting in there?
“Aiba… chan…” Ohno met Nino’s incredulous gaze, but they fluttered shut after a minute, the man caught in ecstasy.
Although one of his eyes was pinched shut, Aiba leaned over Ohno and held out his hand to offer something to the two onlookers with a suggestive smile.
Nino barely pulled himself together enough to look down and saw the object was a pink packet with a little heart in the corner. He barely read the word lubricant before Jun took the offered gift.
“I only brought two, so use it carefully…” Aiba’s voice was eager, but deep and teasing and obviously preoccupied.
Nino’s gaze fell back onto Leader’s face as the miracle boy began thrusting slowly, his hands at Ohno’s waist for leverage. Leader’s mouth was open and he was breathing heavily, letting out a groan whenever Aiba pushed completely inside of him. The gamer shivered, realizing that this was probably going to be happening to him a few seconds as well.
There were hands at his waist, lifting him up, and Jun was whispering behind him, “Here, get on your knees.”
Without realizing what he was doing, Nino complied, pushing himself off the couch a few inches and resting his weight on his knees, still unable to tear his eyes away from Ohno’s face. In the back of his mind, the gamer felt Jun’s lips on his lower back, but most of all he noticed a slim finger sliding smoothly up his ass.
He gasped at the movement, getting Ohno’s interest.
“Ah… Kazu…” he mumbled and leaned forward, licking the erection that was directly in front of his face.
Nino immediately felt his body crumple against the warm mouth, and he bent over Ohno’s back, crying out.
He felt so hot and he couldn’t think straight. In addition to the pleasure coursing through his cock, Jun’s fingers were also playing with something torturously pleasure-filled back there that Nino didn’t even know existed. He couldn’t stop himself from thrusting forward even though he knew this was Ohno and fuck, this was so wrong.
Aiba lifted Nino’s head from Leader’s warm skin and kissed him, only touching their lips together lightly. Nino tried to focus on the face in front of him, but found he couldn’t quite bring his brain back into the proper functioning mode.
His fingers dug into the skin on Ohno’s lower back and Nino’s eyes screwed shut as he tilted his head back in pleasure.
“Wow, Nino-chan still hasn’t come, even inside Leader’s mouth…” Aiba giggled breathily, his voice slightly disrupted by his leisurely thrusts. “He must masturbate a lot…”
The gamer swallowed and forced a response, although not a very witty one. “Sh-shut up…!”
He certainly was close to coming with the way Jun was fucking him with his fingers and Ohno was moaning around his erection.
There was an unexpected strange sound, but Nino was too distracted to pay attention to it.
It wasn’t until Jun said something that the gamer’s eyes shot open.
“…Sho?”
Nino looked up, scanning the room through his daze of pleasure.
He spotted the rapper by the door.
Sho was in a mid-turn towards the exit, an expression that said he was panicking, certainly hadn’t wanted to see what he had, and that he was trying to leave before any of the rest of them noticed him.
“Sho… chan…” Nino moaned as Ohno withdrew his mouth and turned his head to the doorway as well. The gamer had meant the name to sound like please save me, when instead it sounded more like let’s have sex.
The newscaster slowly turned his head with a pained look and met Nino’s stare. His swallow was fairly obvious.
“Sho-chan,” Aiba joined in, pulling away from Leader, who was panting from the unfinished bout of sex. “Sho-chan, come here!” the miracle boy motioned for the new guest to join them.
The newscaster hesitated and squeezed his eyes shut, obviously unsure what to do.
When Aiba stood and headed across the room to get him, Sho immediately turned back to the door, trying to escape again. But he had either hesitated too long or hadn’t really meant to resist in the first place, and Aiba dragged him across the room and back to the couch.
Nino had sloppily fallen back into Jun’s lap when Ohno had released him and was now averting his gaze away from the newcomer and the instigator returning across the room. The youngest idol had accommodated him easily and was back to running his hands across Nino’s chest, softly brushing his fingers over the gamer’s nipples.
“What’re you doing to Nino?” he heard Sho whisper to Aiba, and so the gamer snuck a look at the group. They had stopped a few feet away from the couch and Ohno had stood to join the animal lover next to their guest, distractedly unzipping the hoodie that the newscaster was wearing while Sho’s attention was on Aiba.
It looked like the rapper was trying to give him a lecture despite the odd situation of Aiba being completely naked and sporting an oversized erection. Aiba was pretending to listen, nodding his head and offering a roundabout excuse, but eventually stopped allowing Sho the chance to interrupt him. Instead the miracle boy began whispering things to the newscaster and aided Ohno in slowly removing the layers of clothing he was wearing.
Nino tried to look away again, pressing his head towards the couch, but he only lasted a few seconds until his curiosity was piqued and he turned back.
Sho and Aiba were staring at him and he flushed at the attention. The miracle boy was leaning in close to Sho’s ear and the rapper had a glazed expression in his eyes; it appeared he had already been caught up in the situation by the pair surrounding him.
Ohno had slipped the jacket off Sho’s shoulders and completely unbuttoned the blue plaid shirt underneath it by the time Nino had looked back. While Aiba undid his belt, the older idol untucked the white undershirt and pulled it over Sho’s head.
Nino briefly glanced over Sho’s sculpted chest and then to where Aiba was pushing down his jeans. He swallowed, still aware of Jun’s hands now caressing the front of his hips. The younger man’s mouth was at his ear again, and Nino’s eyes fell shut, still remembering Ohno’s lips around his cock a moment ago.
God, and now they had gotten Sho caught up in this too. Nino didn’t mind getting dragged into something like this and taking punishment for Ohno or Sho, but now they were all involved.
The gamer’s head twisted to the side and into the couch cushion next to him when Jun began stroking his cock. He gasped lightly and tried to will away the image of Sho’s lustful gaze from just a second ago, but the next thing that came to mind was the scene from before the rapper had interrupted, and it was just as erotic and just as not helpful to Nino trying to control himself.
The idol sighed. He had already resigned himself to this situation; there was no way he could escape Aiba or Jun (or Ohno), especially when they had him by the cock, and now he just wanted to get the whole thing over with.
As the couch dipped by his legs, where Aiba and Ohno had been a moment ago, Nino’s eyes shot open and he immediately shifted his attention to the couch’s newest occupant. Sho was gently pushing Nino’s legs apart, completely naked and oozing sexiness.
The gamer’s eyes widened in horror and he tried to push himself back and away from the gentle assault, but he was still leaning against Jun’s chest and didn’t get anywhere. “Sho-chan, what’re you doing?” Nino asked in a shaky voice.
Sho’s hand ran over Nino’s erection, but their linked gaze never broke. The gamer shivered at the new touch and bit his lip again, trying to keep his conscience intact.
“Aiba says I should fuck you,” Sho said, leaning closer towards Nino and kneeling between his legs, one of which was now hanging off the couch. Nino only knew that Jun had moved from behind him because the gamer haphazardly fell back onto the cushions, unable to tear his attention away from the dark pools of lust that Sho’s eyes had become.
“Sho-chan…” Nino tried to reprimand him, but he was actually almost frightened by the domination of the rapper.
“He says it’ll feel really good…” Sho offered with a heavy voice, leaning over Nino and pressing him deeper into the couch. The gamer barely registered Jun shuffling across the room to where Aiba and Ohno were kissing again, a few feet away from the couch where Sho had also been previously.
Nino whimpered as the rapper’s lips brushed across his, just touching enough to tease him. Dear God, how was this happening? Sho seemed as adept as Aiba at the art of seduction.
“He says you’ll like it…” the rapper’s voice was barely above a whisper and there was a serious look resting on his face. “He says you’ll be so tight and I should fuck you hard and you’ll scream my name…” Nino began shaking as Sho continued talking and he realized why the newscaster’s attitude had changed so quickly and what he had missed from the whispered conversation a moment ago.
Nino arched his back and cried out as Sho began pressing his cock into his ass.
“Oh God…! Sho…” the gamer couldn’t hold back the gasped words, even though the rapper hadn’t even entered him a full inch. This is what the teasing from Jun and Aiba and Ohno over the last hour had been leading up to, and the sexual anticipation was killing him. He didn’t even care that this was Sho (the one that was least involved in the whole situation) leaning over him anymore, he just needed release.
Sho moaned too as he slowly pushed inside the gamer and forced Nino’s mouth open with his tongue. Nino eagerly responded, running his own over Sho’s and experiencing yet another kind of kiss that night.
Nino slipped his arms around Sho’s neck and drew him closer. As the newscaster pushed all the way inside of him, the younger idol felt his lower half being lifted, Sho’s hands groping his ass. He accommodated him by wrapping his thin legs around the rapper’s waist, desperately bringing their bodies closer.
Thrusting impatiently, Sho moaned into Nino’s mouth before dragging his tongue out and across the gamer’s face to attach to his neck. Nino had to gasp a few times and swallow in order to compose himself, but the actions were mostly useless since this whole sex thing was starting to feel really good. Pleasure was coming together in his stomach and concentrating itself at his cock, which was itching to be touched, and that gamer was less capable of thinking than when Ohno had been swallowing him.
“Ahhh…” Thinking of that made Nino shiver sharply and try to push himself off the couch and closer to the body above him. “Sho…” he said, trying to convey his wants.
The rapper rubbed his nose into the gamer’s neck and chuckled as he ground his hips deeply into his partner, making Nino cry out softly. “Are you going to come, Nino?” he asked teasingly, still pressing down firmly.
Nino whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut. Jun might have been less of a tease than the man inside of him right now. He was so not going to respond to something like that.
“You are, huh?” Sho was hovering over the top of him now, his arms resting on either side of Nino’s head.
The gamer opened one eye just a little and looked up at the rapper, but still didn’t respond. He did gasp, though, when Sho began quickly thrusting again, the older man’s fast breath hot on Nino’s lips.
“Call my name when you come.” His tone was more commanding than a simple request and he smiled, panting heavily. “C’mon, say it.”
Nino mildly thought of telling Sho to fuck off, but realized that his own hands were grasped tightly behind the rapper’s neck and he wasn’t sure if he could remove them in order to stroke his own cock. It seemed he was at Sho’s mercy and therefore he would do what was needed.
“Sh-Sho…” Nino squeezed his eyes shut again, but he felt the newscaster’s breath catch a little, their mouths just a few inches apart.
The already fast thrusts sped up and became more forceful, and Sho whispered “again,” barely audibly.
“Sho…!” There was a little more force in Nino’s voice this time, and the end almost turned into a moan.
The name became a soft chant when one of the rapper’s hands finally found his cock and began rubbing him in sync with the thrusts inside of him.
“Oh God, Sho!” Nino finally cried out, curving his back upwards and leaving his mouth half open as he felt himself burst, his ass and thighs clenched tightly and shaking as he came.
Sho thrust inside of him a few more times, moaning loudly himself, and Nino sluggishly blinked open his eyes as Sho squeezed his shut, gasping and mumbling beneath his breath.
After he orgasmed, the rapper took a few deep breaths and looked at Nino, dazed. He smiled lightly and kissed the gamer again on the lips before turning his head and snuggling it into the couch, still inside of Nino and now lying on top of him, too. His eyes were shut immediately, a goofy grin still lingering on his lips.
The gamer blinked a few times and refamiliarized himself with his living room. He shoved Sho’s head closer into the cushions so that he could push himself up and see what the other three were up to, wondering if they were done already, too. Maybe he could kick them out them (although he might just let Sho stay there for another second, he must be tired after all, and Ohno could sleep in his bed if he wanted, but Jun and definitely Aiba had to go).
Said trio was where they had been a moment ago, tangled in a complicated looking position. Ohno was clinging to Jun, who still had his pants on and was holding the artist up by his bare thighs, and they were kissing heavily, Leader’s legs wrapped tightly around the youngest member’s waist. They were still standing.
Aiba was behind Ohno, grabbing his hips tightly and thrusting up into him in a way that Nino wasn’t sure was practical. The miracle boy’s legs were certainly going to hurt later (unless he was more than used to the movement already, which was something that Nino wasn’t going to think about now).
As far as Nino could tell, Aiba was mumbling something and blatantly biting Ohno’s shoulder (albeit tenderly), and Leader was moaning loudly into Jun’s mouth. The oldest member pulled back from the kiss just before he threw his head back and cried out, coming with his face pinched in draw out pleasure. Nino felt himself shiver again and distractedly looked down at Sho, who was still mostly on top of him. He heard Aiba murmur “Leader, I’m coming” and stole one last glance at the threesome, feeling goosebumps prink his skin at Aiba’s blissful face and parted lips.
A second later, Leader was gently set to the ground, his legs shaking, and he was looking up at Jun with a half conscious expression, his hands softly caressing the taller man’s cheeks.
Nino didn’t hear what Leader had to say, but he did hear Jun respond with “No, you don’t have to. I’m fine.”
Aiba was watching Ohno, too. It was a little strange--he had been running the whole thing up until then, but now it seemed like he was going to let Leader do what he wanted to do no matter what it was.
The artist said something else, in a low voice that Nino still couldn’t make out, before he touched Jun’s lips gently, then slid his hands slowly down the idol’s chest and to the top of his pants. Ohno fell to his knees as he slid down the zipper, and Jun immediately began stroking his hair, a serious look on his face and his eyes never leaving the man in front of him.
Feeling embarrassed, but unable to look away as Ohno fumbled to get Jun’s erection out, Nino couldn’t conclude whether Aiba was really the one who had started all of this or if Leader just had some sort of magic that drew you to him. The gamer could certainly see where Jun and Aiba had been unable to resist Oh-chan.
The oldest Arashi member stroked Jun’s erection a few times before he took it into his mouth, like he had with Nino earlier. Jun’s eyes immediately squeezed shut and he leaned over Leader more, his hand twisting in Ohno’s hair. The artist was relentless, immediately bobbing his head and making wet sounds around the cock, and Jun was already gasping for breath.
Then Aiba joined in, taking Jun’s head lightly between his hands and leading him into a slightly more restrained kiss than the one he had been sharing with Ohno earlier. Nino felt another jolt of strangeness: all through the night, he had seen Aiba and Ohno touch each other as did Jun and Ohno, but this was the first that he had seen Aiba and Jun interact sexually. He tilted his head, trying to figure out why it seemed out of place to him.
But the kiss was quickly broken by Jun who crumbled over the older man, moaning “Leader,” in a strained voice as he came.
Ohno pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and Jun collapsed onto his knees on the floor in front of him. The youngest member swayed even like that, and eventually just fell onto his back, looking up the ceiling and gasping for air. Leader grinned at him, then snuggled up next to his side, looking up at Jun happily, apparently pleased with himself. As Jun draped an arm around him, Ohno tucked his knees up to his chest, creating a lopsided ball with his body.
Nino frowned unconsciously, taking into inventory what extra blankets he had. Oh-chan would probably throw a fit if he said that Jun and Aiba had to leave so he might as well let them all stay, despite the lack of room in the gamer’s apartment. He had a spare futon, but all three of them wouldn’t fit in it properly and besides, there was still Sho snoring quietly next to his neck and…
The gamer looked up from the rapper, worrying his lip between his teeth, and noticed Aiba gazing at him with a small grin. Nino’s frown grew and a blush crossed his face.
Before the miracle boy could start coming towards him, Nino stared down in embarrassment and started mumbling.
“There’s a futon in my closet, and maybe some blankets, but that’s all I have…” he offered in a huffy voice. Aiba only giggled in return and darted into Nino’s room for the extra bedding.
The gamer leaned over the side of the couch and fumbled for his discarded pants, where his cell phone was. It was probably too late to kick any of his band mates out even if he wanted to, but he had to double check, in case he still had time to convince Aiba to go home.
Awkwardly, because Sho was still sprawled on top of him, Nino got the cell out and flipped it open using his mouth in place of his other hand (which was pinned to his side by a certain oversized rapper). The screen shone brightly, displaying an unread message from Sho.
The gamer nodded his head slowly. That explained it.
I just finished. I’ll head over.
Nino sighed and looked down at the man sleeping on him, repressing a smile that threatened to cross his lips. He began poking Sho firmly on the cheek.
It took three times before the rapper made any sort of movement.
“Sho-chan, are you sleeping on the couch or in my bed?” Nino asked in a matter-of-fact way, and the newscaster raised his head (the gamer noticed a line of drool had slid down to his chin on one side) and looked around sleepily. Maybe he didn’t remember where he was. “Come on,” Nino sighed and pushed Sho backwards, crinkling his eyes when he realized that his ass was sticky and it felt weird pulling the cock out of him. The gamer looked up and noticed the rapper still wearing a dazed expression, so he continued to help him get off the couch and stumble across the living room and into the bedroom.
After Sho was securely in bed (nothing broken on the way), Nino peeked back into the living room. Aiba had set up the small futon on the carpet behind the couch and was coaxing Ohno to move over to it. Jun was sitting and looked at them with a distant expression, but promptly followed Leader when he began crawling towards the bedding.
The youngest idol, being on the visual receiving end of Ohno’s assets, began running his hand over the exposed ass before they made it to the futon, and Aiba had to smack his hand away while Nino rolled his eyes.
At least Aiba is reliable enough after sex, too was all Nino thought before he turned and walked back to his bed, stifling a yawn.
The gamer looked down at Sho, who was fast asleep again (his mouth half open and snoring lightly and looking ridiculous but adorable) and scratched his nose, failing to restrain a blush.
Sharing a bed naked with a man wasn’t weird. They had just had sex for God’s sake. Besides, this was Sho and they had done stuff probably just as bad as this at some point. Yeah, of course they had, Nino just couldn’t come up with anything off the top of his head.
He took a deep breath and readjusted the linen haphazardly covering Sho’s naked, rippling, muscular, enticing-
He dropped the blankets and looked away, covering his face with his hand.
This was Aiba’s fault. And Jun’s. Obviously.
Goddamn it.
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A/N:
SEQUEL TAIM
I guess this would be considered a New Years present for yarukizero, although it's the first one I've given. After I wrote the Christmas part, I really wanted to write something that included Nino, and this is what happened. The ending was all over the place, honestly (it started out as Sho/Ohno/Nino, then morphed into Jun/Ohno/Nino/Aiba, and then resulted in a fivesome thanks to yarukizero's prompting).
And I'm so behind on arashirabu right now. T.T I want to read everything that gets posted, but it's updated so often...
On another note, I just graduated from college! Real life, here I come!
As always, any comments or criticisms are welcome. Particularly, does the yellow color change on italics detract from the story? They seem too bright to me...
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Arashi group sex. Specifically Jun/Ohno/Aiba, Jun/Ohno, Aiba/Ohno, Ohno/Nino, Jun/Nino, Sho/Nino
Genre: EPIC Porn
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: Nino discovers his friend's nighttime activities.
Sequel to What Happens When Aiba is Left in Charge of Presents
Part one
“I miss Aiba-chan’s hugs.”
Nino looked over at Ohno laying back on the couch next to him, startled at the sudden admission. Nino had a Playstation paddle in his hands and had been intently watching the television until a moment ago. Now he was staring at Oh-chan, who was looked up at the ceiling with a dazed expression. It was getting late into the night, although neither of them had really noticed the time.
And Leader was acting really weird.
Since that morning Ohno hadn’t been quite there, at least more so than usual. They hadn’t worked in the Arashi studio at all that day, so Nino didn’t have to deal with Aiba and Jun staring him down across the room, but the gamer was a little scared at how depressed Ohno was acting.
Nino wasn’t sure he could handle this. He had been feeling very stressed recently with protecting Ohno and all of that, and didn’t think he could talk any reason into his friend coherently tonight, especially since he had been staring at his video game in a daze for the last few hours.
“And Jun is such a good kisser,” Leader continued distractedly, as if he were talking to himself. “He used to kiss me right before I was going to orgasm-“
“Woah, please stop.” Nino held up a hand for emphasis. He tried to clearly make his tone sound like he absolutely was not interested in how good of a kisser Jun was and especially not during what times.
Even though he was still thinking really hard about what Sho had said, the magician hadn’t brought himself to talk to Ohno about it yet. He had been trying to come up with a decent strategy for several days.
Nino pulled out his phone when his friend paused his ramblings and typed a quick email to Sho, the only person he could think of to help him (even though he had been pretty useless on the protecting Ohno front).
Oh-chan’s acting strange… Can you come over to my place?
Ohno suddenly sat up and stared blankly at Nino, his eyes entirely clouded, like he didn’t realize what he was doing. The gamer jumped a little at the sudden action. “And Aiba-chan’s cock was-“
Nino dropped his phone on the floor and covered his ears, squinting his eyes shut so he didn’t have to hear what Ohno was saying. “STOP! STOP!” he yelled over Leader’s voice.
When he couldn’t hear the mumbling continue, Nino slowly released his ears and snuck a look at Ohno. He looked slightly more focused now, but still out of it.
“I miss Aiba-chan so much. And Jun. Jun is such a good kisser…” Ohno’s tone was flat, and it was evident he didn’t realize he had said the same thing twice. If he had, he didn’t really care.
The gamer gazed at his friend with a guilty feeling in the pit of his stomach, then back at the TV where there was a static square in the middle of the screen that read paused. He picked up his phone from the carpet as it beeped in a reply from Sho.
Sorry, I can’t. I’m still working.
Nino snapped the phone shut and tossed it back to the floor, realizing that maybe it was a good thing that Sho couldn’t come over. It forced him to take a step in resolving the situation.
“Oh-chan…?” the gamer swallowed, not really wanting to say what he was about to. “Do you… do you really like doing…that stuff? With Jun and Aiba?” As he asked, Nino turned his attention to his friend to watch his reaction.
Leader suddenly became attentive and blinked a few times before firmly answering “Yes.”
Nino glanced back at the television.
“But… I mean… What about all that relationship crap? Aren’t you supposed to date someone before…that stuff?” The gamer hoped his blush wasn’t too obvious. It was true his views of relationships were somewhat naïve, since Johnny restrained all of the idols personal lives in that area, but he still thought that there was some sort of order to the whole thing. You didn’t just jump into sex, especially with more than one person simultaneously. “I mean, shouldn’t you… you know, love them?”
Nino felt like an idiot, but of all the people he could feel that way around, Ohno was at the top of the list.
Tilting his head in a questioning way, Leader immediately replied. “I do.”
The gamer shot his friend an incredulous stare.
“What?”
Leader shrugged and looked down at his hands. “I don’t know why, but… They both make my stomach flutter, you know? Like in dramas?”
Nino raised an eyebrow. “Both of them?”
Ohno nodded sheepishly and tried to hide a smile (it wasn’t successful). “They’re both different… like, Aiba makes me feel warm inside when he smiles at me. I really want to get his attention…all the time.”
A pout formed on Nino’s face.
If this was true he’d done a really terrible thing the last month.
“But Jun…” Ohno continued. “Jun is just… he tries to be cool, but I’m happy when he casually leans on me and acts like it’s not a big deal. I love that I can see what he’s feeling even though he wants to hide it. And he’s a really good kisser-“ Ohno said earnestly, but Nino interrupted.
“You said that already.”
“Oh,” Ohno smirked sheepishly. “Well, anyway…”
There was an awkward silence.
Nino was looking at his chunky fingers and Ohno was staring at the television, still trying to repress a smile.
Satisfied that the older man had said all he wanted to and that the situation had become clear, Nino stood and retrieved his phone once again from the ground in front of him, slowly pacing around to the back of the couch. It was really a strange and screwed up situation, but the gamer couldn’t deny three of his best friends anymore. Especially when they all seemed so connected and affected by each other.
The gamer hurriedly typed out an email to Jun and Aiba and sent it.
I guess you can come see Oh-chan at my apartment if you want.
Nino snuck a look at Ohno, who was staring passively at the television, lost in his own thoughts again. The gamer shoved his cell back in his pocket and returned to his seat on the couch. He probably only had a few minutes to make it to a save point before the two perverts arrived.
The second that his data was secure, Nino’s front door slowly opened, as predicted. Aiba poked his head in, tentatively watching the two of them seated together on the couch.
Ohno immediately stiffened, his chest rising and falling quickly as his breaths increased. “Aiba… chan…” he whispered reverently.
Aiba pushed the door open and gave the idols staring at him a small smile. “Can I come in?” he asked gently, apprehensive about Nino’s change of attitude.
Still holding the paddle in his hand and turning back to the TV (he decided in order to avoid the awkwardness of making up with his friends that he would just continue to play his game), Nino shrugged and pretended to be apathetic about the whole situation.
Aiba entered the apartment and gently closed the door behind him, never taking his eyes off of Ohno.
Leader stood as the taller star gradually approached the couch. Aiba shot another look at Nino to make sure he wasn’t going to be stopped before he held out his arms and Ohno leaned into his embrace.
The gamer watched the exchange out of the corner of his eye, feeling a little relieved. He tried not to pay attention when Ohno turned back to him, his arms still around Aiba’s middle, and smiled happily, leaning his head against the taller man’s chest.
“Thank you, Kazu…” he whispered and Nino didn’t allow the warmth in his chest to show on his face. He pretended to ignore them and continued playing his game.
After a second, the pair sat down on the couch where Ohno had been a moment ago. Aiba was in the corner next to the arm rest and Leader immediately snuggled up against his front. The animal lover began running his hand up and down Ohno’s back and was giving him an endearing look.
Nino had returned his attention to the television and was fighting an oversized monster when the door opened once again, this time Jun pushing his way in, out of breath. The gamer immediately starting losing, his attention split between the virtual fight and the problem he had at hand.
Also hesitating in the entranceway for a brief moment, Jun made his way across the room without any permission from Nino, since Ohno had leaned forward on the couch and was looking at him with an excited face while Aiba’s smile widened.
The artist stood again, leaving the animal lover sitting on the couch, and embraced Jun in a similar way. The younger idol wrapped his arms around Leader and sighed happily, a content smile now gracing his face. When the hug was complete, Ohno took Jun by the hand and led him to the couch, the two of them taking up the rest of the leftover space.
Apologizing softly when he bumped Nino’s arm sitting down, Jun squeezed between the two shorter men. Ohno leaned his head on Jun’s shoulder and looked up at him with enthusiasm while Aiba took a hold of his other hand.
Nino continued to attempt to ignore the dysfunctional trio, but it wasn’t working. He had already lost one life and he wasn’t sure if it was worth trying to continue. He didn’t really want to impose on their personal moment, though (and at the same time he didn’t think he could leave them alone together). So there wasn’t really another option besides sitting here next to them and try to play a game he knew he was losing.
The gamer was distracted for a few minutes by a treasure chest on a cliff that he wasn’t sure he could reach, and by the time he came back to himself he realized that he wasn’t as squished as he was a moment ago.
Jun had moved a few inches away from him and Ohno was half lying on Aiba’s lap, one of his legs draped over Jun’s knee. The youngest idol was resting on top of him, his head in the crook of Leader’s shoulder, and he was shifting his attention between the TV and Ohno’s hand, which was covered by both of his own.
Aiba’s nose was buried in Ohno’s hair and he had both of his hands wrapped lightly around Leader’s waist. The oldest man’s free hand was laid gently on Aiba’s leg and he was looking blissful with an unconscious grin on his face.
Nino took in the entire scene unnoticed by the three men, and briefly considered that maybe they had found some way to make such a messed up relationship work. They actually looked adorable, like pink fluffy bunnies with rainbows in the background and daisies that sang songs like Love So Sweet.
Satisfied with letting his friends continue their little cuddle session, Nino turned back to the television screen, focusing on his video game again.
Just like always, Nino wasn’t sure how much later it was when he was jolted out of his reverie. It was easy to get caught up in games like he did, especially when you had some leveling to do before you could continue on to the next boss.
Just as he finished killing another nasty looking digital monster, Nino ruffled at the sounds coming from next to him.
The gamer turned just in time to see Aiba’s hands feathering over the front of Ohno’s jeans and Jun kissing him gently (as, apparently, Ohno liked). The smallest man was moaning softly into the mouth that was covering his, both of their eyes closed.
Nino was paralyzed.
After such a touching talk with Ohno a moment ago, he couldn’t just pull them apart like he had before. He hesitated, not knowing what to do, but figuring he had to interrupt them somehow.
“Mmm, Leader… It’s been a while… I want to touch you everywhere…” Aiba mumbled, his head resting against Oh-chan’s. Nino felt mildly surprised at the tone of Aiba’s voice; it was slightly lower than usual and sounded sexy, while his usual voice was peppy and full of energy.
The fingers were rubbing the front of the jeans more firmly than a moment ago and Nino felt himself shiver.
In horror, of course.
“Hey,” Nino was relieved to hear his voice sound clearer than he thought it would come out. “Hey!” he repeated again, louder, since none of them had turned to look at him.
The gamer huffed, realizing he would have to take action again, but not wanting to. He tugged on Jun’s shirt, pulling him backwards and away from Ohno, breaking their kiss.
“I said hey,” he said once more, his voice heavy with warning. Jun turned his gaze to Nino with a dreamy look.
“Oh, Nino,” he said blankly. “Sorry…” he looked guilty for a second, but immediately turned back to Aiba, who had now covered Ohno’s lips with his own, the older man’s head twisted to reach the idol behind him. The scientist’s hands were beginning to fumble with the front of Ohno’s pants and Leader was making some sort of growling noise, trying to pull Jun back to him through their connected hands.
The gamer didn’t prevent Jun from leaning forward again, though, or pushing up Ohno’s shirt while kissing the little of his collar bone that was exposed behind his t-shirt. Meanwhile, Aiba was trying to push the jeans down on Ohno’s hips despite the fact that he was still sitting on them. The kiss broke, but their faces stayed inches apart, breaths mingling.
“St-stop!” Nino choked, unable to tear his eyes away from Leader’s erection, which was thinly covered with his boxer shorts. He stiffened a moment later when Aiba’s slender fingers ran over its length, causing a full-fledged moan to fall from Ohno’s lips.
Jun had lifted up the shirt and was now kissing his way across Leader’s chest, eventually licking one of his hard nipples. Aiba was stroking him firmly through his underwear and Ohno was writhing in between them, trying to thrust his hips and making whining noises.
“I said STOP!” Nino basically yelled, dropping his controller to the floor and standing abruptly. The three idols finally turned their attention to him, Aiba and Jun momentarily halting their ministrations on Leader. “D-don’t make me kick you out!” he said reprimandingly, pointing his finger at Aiba.
There was silence for a second before Aiba began running his fingers over Ohno’s erection again and the older man let out a strangled gasp.
Nino became rigid, his finger still hanging in the air, and he gritted his teeth together, trying to pull together enough confidence to evacuate these two and save Ohno again.
Even though Leader certainly seemed to like it.
The artist arched his back as Aiba’s fingers found the head of his cock and rubbed the material against it.
“Jun-kun…” The animal lover had begun ignoring Nino, which really pissed him off (but not enough to spur him to action), and had instead turned his attention to the youngest member.
Jun grunted inquisitively, staring at the same spot Nino was: Aiba’s hand at Ohno’s cock.
“Why don’t you kiss Nino?” he suggested.
Nino’s head shot up and he tried to step away, but Ohno had already grabbed his wrist, although it seemed to have taken some effort, since his face was pinched in pleasure.
“Kazu…” he moaned as Aiba continued to play with him, bringing the gamer closer as Leader lay back against the bigger idol again.
Unable to pull himself away and completely unbalanced by the whole scene before him, Nino fell onto his knees in front of the couch, somewhere between Ohno and Jun.
He was a little scared, but at the same time he couldn’t pull his eyes away from Ohno’s, which were dilated with sexual tension.
“Kiss Nino?” Jun asked next to the gamer and Nino’s head jerked around to face him. By the time their eyes met, the youngest idol was already leaning towards his prey, although somewhat unsure of his actions.
“Yeah, kiss him,” Ohno encouraged, and at those words it seemed like Jun lost any inhibitions he had.
Nino tried to push him away, but Jun had already picked up the gamer and dragged him into his lap, promptly pressing their lips together.
A moan left his mouth as soon as Jun’s tongue touched his, and he felt ashamed. Even after all the lecturing to Ohno about what sex should be, Nino was excited at the prospect laid before him, even though it was so wrong.
Realizing the action that he had to take, the gamer began pushing on Jun’s arms (although it seemed like he had lost a good deal of his strength), but it almost was if the more he struggled, the harder of a hold Jun had on him. Nino’s head was sinking into the back of the couch as the younger star dominated his mouth, running his tongue anywhere it would fit. Aiba and Ohno were offering Jun quiet encouragement, although it was mostly the scientist that was voicing his arousal at the scene.
Just when Nino had become distracted enough that his hands on Jun’s arms were grabbing for stability more than in resistance, he felt another pair of hands fumbling at his waist. He had been wearing a pair of dark denim pants, despite the fact that he had done nothing more that day than sat around playing video games and picked up Ohno from his drama filming. They were comfortable because they were somewhat loose-fitted, but this also meant that whoever was pulling them down didn’t have much of a fight.
Nino tried to resist.
He really did.
“Look, Leader, he’s already hard…” Nino heard Aiba’s voice somewhere next to him and he deduced the two were watching him and Jun. A hand ran over his cock, which was only still covered because it was sort of hard and caught behind the elastic waist of his briefs. The jeans were most of the way down his hips already, and slid off his legs without resistance as whoever was doing this to him (probably Aiba) removed them.
Nino struggled to fight back again, but Jun was firmly holding him in place, still exploring his mouth.
“Leader, why don’t you touch it?”
At those words, Nino pushed on Jun’s arms harder, but with no success.
Please, not Oh-chan, he desperately thought. He’s too naïve for this sort of thing.
But it was too late.
The gamer gasped as he felt a tentatively hand on his erection and he had to refrain himself from thrusting upwards.
Leader’s touch was so light and smooth, like he was fascinated with what was presented before him. Nino stopped moving against his captors and instead concentrated on not reacting to the touch of his best friend, something that was torturous and all around not right.
After Nino had been teased for a moment, Aiba gently chided Ohno.
“You have to touch it harder.”
Apparently he felt he had to show Ohno as well, because the pressure on his cock increased and the writhing man felt two hands groping him now instead of just one.
In an attempt to push Jun, his main obstacle, away and free himself, Nino tried biting the younger’s lip, but not hard enough to really leave a mark. In fact, it probably wouldn’t be considered more than a nip, but it was all the gamer could bring himself to do to Jun.
It seemed that had been the wrong move, though, because the younger idol immediately opened his mouth wider and began working Nino’s bottom lip between his teeth, mimicking what the smaller man had done a moment again.
Nino hadn’t meant the action to be so seductive.
The gamer tried to move his arm to bat away the hands that were now fumbling with pulling his briefs down instead, but Jun was still squishing him into the couch, grabbing his biceps and leaving him completely immobile. And the bastard was still covering his mouth so he couldn’t verbally respond to the assault either.
The underwear were discarded onto the floor as well, leaving Nino’s legs bare and exposed to the rest of the group. He tried to pull his feet up to his chest to cover himself, but Aiba’s large hands were already halting his movements, pushing his thighs back to the couch.
Nino shivered when Ohno ran his hands over his erection again, this time receiving skin on skin contact. He was vaguely thankful to Aiba, despite the fact that this whole situation was fucked up, because Nino’s hips tried once again to force themselves up to meet the gentle hand of their own will. He couldn’t restrain himself this time, though, and so Aiba had to stop him.
Out of the corner of his pinched eye, past Jun’s mop of hair and the couch cushion blocking most of his view, Nino noticed Ohno’s fascinated expression.
He almost died.
Aiba was still spooned up behind him and neither of them were wearing shirts anymore. The miracle boy was kissing Leader’s neck, his hands occupied with keeping the gamer down, while the older man stared at Nino’s nether regions.
“It’s…” Ohno started to speak again, his tone curious.
Nino shut his eyes again, not believing this was happening.
“It’s…” Leader repeated, rubbing his fingers slowly over Nino, who was shaking against Aiba’s hands because of the teasing. “It’s cute.”
The gamer almost sobbed at the admission. Oh-chan was too adorable, he couldn’t believe he was functioning in this sexual situation, and not only that, but he appeared to be the main cog that turned everything.
Nino was slowly starting to understand why.
Aiba giggled as the gamer began twitching uncontrollably, and Jun finally retreated a little, allowing Nino to breathe properly.
“St-stop…” he gasped, arching his back as Jun began attacking his neck without prompting. “Stop it… Oh-chan…” Nino tried taking deep breaths to clear his fuzzy head, but he was slowly losing himself to his lust.
“Touch it at the top, Leader. It feels really good when you touch it there.” Nino held back another sob at Aiba’s obvious disregard for his plea and moaned in pleasure as Ohno followed Aiba’s direction. “See? He likes it.”
“I don’t like it,” Nino retorted, then bit his lip to stop another moan from exiting his mouth. Aiba’s hand was there too, complementing Ohno’s movements.
“Don’t listen to him, Oh-chan, it’s obvious-“ Aiba started, but stopped when Ohno whispered his own reply.
“Do you really not like it, Kazu?” he asked innocently, pushing on Jun’s shoulder lightly to let the gamer up.
At the gentle touch, Jun leaned back and joined the other two looking at Nino for an answer.
The gamer couldn’t move. He stayed pressed into the couch and squeezed his eyes shut so he didn’t have to meet Leader’s intense gaze. The older man was still slowly stroking his cock.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Ohno asked earnestly, running his fingers firmly over the head of Nino’s erection again, leaning closer.
The gamer’s eyes fluttered open at the guilty sounding voice and he couldn’t pull his gaze away from Leader afterwards.
By the time Ohno was finished moving, their faces were inches apart and Nino’s focus darted from between Leader’s eyes and his lips. The older man’s mouth was wet, half open and flushed from kissing Aiba. It looked delicious and the sense of how messed up this situation was came back to Nino full force.
But Oh-chan was asking him a question, and Nino had always had a soft spot for the older man.
“…It feels good, Leader…” the gamer whimpered, swallowing the fact that he definitely shouldn’t have said that.
Ohno smiled gently at him and took the response as permission to kiss Nino.
The lips against his now were different than Jun’s had been. Jun had been pushy and dominating and basically eating Nino. Ohno was being tenderly insistent, though, and somehow drew Nino’s conscious into the kiss, making him forget the situation he was in.
Leader’s tongue finally dipped into his mouth as he increased the touch on Nino’s cock, making the gamer moan softly.
As he realized what he did, Nino had a sudden incestuous feeling boil up in the pit of his stomach. He was kissing Ohno for God’s sake. They were like brothers.
Ohno’s tongue pressed deeper into his mouth and Nino tentatively pushed back, reveling in the excitement running through his blood. Although Jun had been a good kisser (Nino didn’t have much to compare it to, unfortunately), Nino liked Ohno so much better.
Leader pulled back with a small smirk and mumbled “Mmm, Kazu tastes good, too…”
Nino shivered, even though Ohno had stopped touching him altogether.
The older man suddenly twisted and fell back into the couch next to Nino and turned back to Aiba with a smile. The miracle boy was tugging down Ohno’s jeans with an impish grin, throwing Leader off balance, and then discarded them next to Nino’s on the floor.
“That’s better…” Aiba mumbled, and Nino wasn’t sure he was referring to Ohno’s nakedness or the redirected attention.
Aiba ran his hands gently up Ohno’s chest and then back down to his hips, causing the older man’s breath to grow ragged. Nino almost jumped when he felt Jun’s touch light on his side, since he had been lost in watching the other couple with fascination.
Jun’s gaze was drifting between Ohno and Nino, but he was pushing up the gamer’s shirt over his head distractedly. He looked at Nino with finality, discarded the clothing, and then swallowed.
Nino averted his eyes. “S-sorry,” he whispered, realizing that Jun really wanted to be with Ohno, but was taking care of him instead.
The younger idol smiled and shook his head, silently telling Nino he had nothing to apologize about.
“Don’t worry, it’s Aiba’s turn anyway.”
Nino flushed, thinking again about how messed up these people were. Ohno was now helping Aiba struggle out of his clothing, the two of them temporarily oblivious to the other couple.
The gamer turned back to Jun when he felt himself being pulled away from the couch and once again into the younger man’s arms. Twisting uncomfortably (Nino had pretty much consented to the whole thing, but that didn’t mean he was going to take it passively), he faced Jun instead of allowing himself to be properly held.
Jun raised his eyebrow and smirked lightly. “What?”
“Aren’t you going to…?” Nino swallowed, motioning to Jun’s fully dressed body.
His smirk only grew. “You take it off.”
The gamer frowned.
“Bastard,” he said under his breath, but started on the top button of the shirt that Jun was sporting that night. He pouted and maybe took more time sliding it off Jun’s shoulders than he needed to, but before Nino could start on his pants, a loud moan drew his attention behind him.
Nino turned his head back to Ohno and Aiba just in time to see the bigger man pushing his cock inside of Leader, who was facing Nino on his hands and knees.
The gamer’s eyes widened as another one of Ohno’s throaty moans filled Nino’s living room. Aiba’s cock was huge. How was it fitting in there?
“Aiba… chan…” Ohno met Nino’s incredulous gaze, but they fluttered shut after a minute, the man caught in ecstasy.
Although one of his eyes was pinched shut, Aiba leaned over Ohno and held out his hand to offer something to the two onlookers with a suggestive smile.
Nino barely pulled himself together enough to look down and saw the object was a pink packet with a little heart in the corner. He barely read the word lubricant before Jun took the offered gift.
“I only brought two, so use it carefully…” Aiba’s voice was eager, but deep and teasing and obviously preoccupied.
Nino’s gaze fell back onto Leader’s face as the miracle boy began thrusting slowly, his hands at Ohno’s waist for leverage. Leader’s mouth was open and he was breathing heavily, letting out a groan whenever Aiba pushed completely inside of him. The gamer shivered, realizing that this was probably going to be happening to him a few seconds as well.
There were hands at his waist, lifting him up, and Jun was whispering behind him, “Here, get on your knees.”
Without realizing what he was doing, Nino complied, pushing himself off the couch a few inches and resting his weight on his knees, still unable to tear his eyes away from Ohno’s face. In the back of his mind, the gamer felt Jun’s lips on his lower back, but most of all he noticed a slim finger sliding smoothly up his ass.
He gasped at the movement, getting Ohno’s interest.
“Ah… Kazu…” he mumbled and leaned forward, licking the erection that was directly in front of his face.
Nino immediately felt his body crumple against the warm mouth, and he bent over Ohno’s back, crying out.
He felt so hot and he couldn’t think straight. In addition to the pleasure coursing through his cock, Jun’s fingers were also playing with something torturously pleasure-filled back there that Nino didn’t even know existed. He couldn’t stop himself from thrusting forward even though he knew this was Ohno and fuck, this was so wrong.
Aiba lifted Nino’s head from Leader’s warm skin and kissed him, only touching their lips together lightly. Nino tried to focus on the face in front of him, but found he couldn’t quite bring his brain back into the proper functioning mode.
His fingers dug into the skin on Ohno’s lower back and Nino’s eyes screwed shut as he tilted his head back in pleasure.
“Wow, Nino-chan still hasn’t come, even inside Leader’s mouth…” Aiba giggled breathily, his voice slightly disrupted by his leisurely thrusts. “He must masturbate a lot…”
The gamer swallowed and forced a response, although not a very witty one. “Sh-shut up…!”
He certainly was close to coming with the way Jun was fucking him with his fingers and Ohno was moaning around his erection.
There was an unexpected strange sound, but Nino was too distracted to pay attention to it.
It wasn’t until Jun said something that the gamer’s eyes shot open.
“…Sho?”
Nino looked up, scanning the room through his daze of pleasure.
He spotted the rapper by the door.
Sho was in a mid-turn towards the exit, an expression that said he was panicking, certainly hadn’t wanted to see what he had, and that he was trying to leave before any of the rest of them noticed him.
“Sho… chan…” Nino moaned as Ohno withdrew his mouth and turned his head to the doorway as well. The gamer had meant the name to sound like please save me, when instead it sounded more like let’s have sex.
The newscaster slowly turned his head with a pained look and met Nino’s stare. His swallow was fairly obvious.
“Sho-chan,” Aiba joined in, pulling away from Leader, who was panting from the unfinished bout of sex. “Sho-chan, come here!” the miracle boy motioned for the new guest to join them.
The newscaster hesitated and squeezed his eyes shut, obviously unsure what to do.
When Aiba stood and headed across the room to get him, Sho immediately turned back to the door, trying to escape again. But he had either hesitated too long or hadn’t really meant to resist in the first place, and Aiba dragged him across the room and back to the couch.
Nino had sloppily fallen back into Jun’s lap when Ohno had released him and was now averting his gaze away from the newcomer and the instigator returning across the room. The youngest idol had accommodated him easily and was back to running his hands across Nino’s chest, softly brushing his fingers over the gamer’s nipples.
“What’re you doing to Nino?” he heard Sho whisper to Aiba, and so the gamer snuck a look at the group. They had stopped a few feet away from the couch and Ohno had stood to join the animal lover next to their guest, distractedly unzipping the hoodie that the newscaster was wearing while Sho’s attention was on Aiba.
It looked like the rapper was trying to give him a lecture despite the odd situation of Aiba being completely naked and sporting an oversized erection. Aiba was pretending to listen, nodding his head and offering a roundabout excuse, but eventually stopped allowing Sho the chance to interrupt him. Instead the miracle boy began whispering things to the newscaster and aided Ohno in slowly removing the layers of clothing he was wearing.
Nino tried to look away again, pressing his head towards the couch, but he only lasted a few seconds until his curiosity was piqued and he turned back.
Sho and Aiba were staring at him and he flushed at the attention. The miracle boy was leaning in close to Sho’s ear and the rapper had a glazed expression in his eyes; it appeared he had already been caught up in the situation by the pair surrounding him.
Ohno had slipped the jacket off Sho’s shoulders and completely unbuttoned the blue plaid shirt underneath it by the time Nino had looked back. While Aiba undid his belt, the older idol untucked the white undershirt and pulled it over Sho’s head.
Nino briefly glanced over Sho’s sculpted chest and then to where Aiba was pushing down his jeans. He swallowed, still aware of Jun’s hands now caressing the front of his hips. The younger man’s mouth was at his ear again, and Nino’s eyes fell shut, still remembering Ohno’s lips around his cock a moment ago.
God, and now they had gotten Sho caught up in this too. Nino didn’t mind getting dragged into something like this and taking punishment for Ohno or Sho, but now they were all involved.
The gamer’s head twisted to the side and into the couch cushion next to him when Jun began stroking his cock. He gasped lightly and tried to will away the image of Sho’s lustful gaze from just a second ago, but the next thing that came to mind was the scene from before the rapper had interrupted, and it was just as erotic and just as not helpful to Nino trying to control himself.
The idol sighed. He had already resigned himself to this situation; there was no way he could escape Aiba or Jun (or Ohno), especially when they had him by the cock, and now he just wanted to get the whole thing over with.
As the couch dipped by his legs, where Aiba and Ohno had been a moment ago, Nino’s eyes shot open and he immediately shifted his attention to the couch’s newest occupant. Sho was gently pushing Nino’s legs apart, completely naked and oozing sexiness.
The gamer’s eyes widened in horror and he tried to push himself back and away from the gentle assault, but he was still leaning against Jun’s chest and didn’t get anywhere. “Sho-chan, what’re you doing?” Nino asked in a shaky voice.
Sho’s hand ran over Nino’s erection, but their linked gaze never broke. The gamer shivered at the new touch and bit his lip again, trying to keep his conscience intact.
“Aiba says I should fuck you,” Sho said, leaning closer towards Nino and kneeling between his legs, one of which was now hanging off the couch. Nino only knew that Jun had moved from behind him because the gamer haphazardly fell back onto the cushions, unable to tear his attention away from the dark pools of lust that Sho’s eyes had become.
“Sho-chan…” Nino tried to reprimand him, but he was actually almost frightened by the domination of the rapper.
“He says it’ll feel really good…” Sho offered with a heavy voice, leaning over Nino and pressing him deeper into the couch. The gamer barely registered Jun shuffling across the room to where Aiba and Ohno were kissing again, a few feet away from the couch where Sho had also been previously.
Nino whimpered as the rapper’s lips brushed across his, just touching enough to tease him. Dear God, how was this happening? Sho seemed as adept as Aiba at the art of seduction.
“He says you’ll like it…” the rapper’s voice was barely above a whisper and there was a serious look resting on his face. “He says you’ll be so tight and I should fuck you hard and you’ll scream my name…” Nino began shaking as Sho continued talking and he realized why the newscaster’s attitude had changed so quickly and what he had missed from the whispered conversation a moment ago.
Nino arched his back and cried out as Sho began pressing his cock into his ass.
“Oh God…! Sho…” the gamer couldn’t hold back the gasped words, even though the rapper hadn’t even entered him a full inch. This is what the teasing from Jun and Aiba and Ohno over the last hour had been leading up to, and the sexual anticipation was killing him. He didn’t even care that this was Sho (the one that was least involved in the whole situation) leaning over him anymore, he just needed release.
Sho moaned too as he slowly pushed inside the gamer and forced Nino’s mouth open with his tongue. Nino eagerly responded, running his own over Sho’s and experiencing yet another kind of kiss that night.
Nino slipped his arms around Sho’s neck and drew him closer. As the newscaster pushed all the way inside of him, the younger idol felt his lower half being lifted, Sho’s hands groping his ass. He accommodated him by wrapping his thin legs around the rapper’s waist, desperately bringing their bodies closer.
Thrusting impatiently, Sho moaned into Nino’s mouth before dragging his tongue out and across the gamer’s face to attach to his neck. Nino had to gasp a few times and swallow in order to compose himself, but the actions were mostly useless since this whole sex thing was starting to feel really good. Pleasure was coming together in his stomach and concentrating itself at his cock, which was itching to be touched, and that gamer was less capable of thinking than when Ohno had been swallowing him.
“Ahhh…” Thinking of that made Nino shiver sharply and try to push himself off the couch and closer to the body above him. “Sho…” he said, trying to convey his wants.
The rapper rubbed his nose into the gamer’s neck and chuckled as he ground his hips deeply into his partner, making Nino cry out softly. “Are you going to come, Nino?” he asked teasingly, still pressing down firmly.
Nino whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut. Jun might have been less of a tease than the man inside of him right now. He was so not going to respond to something like that.
“You are, huh?” Sho was hovering over the top of him now, his arms resting on either side of Nino’s head.
The gamer opened one eye just a little and looked up at the rapper, but still didn’t respond. He did gasp, though, when Sho began quickly thrusting again, the older man’s fast breath hot on Nino’s lips.
“Call my name when you come.” His tone was more commanding than a simple request and he smiled, panting heavily. “C’mon, say it.”
Nino mildly thought of telling Sho to fuck off, but realized that his own hands were grasped tightly behind the rapper’s neck and he wasn’t sure if he could remove them in order to stroke his own cock. It seemed he was at Sho’s mercy and therefore he would do what was needed.
“Sh-Sho…” Nino squeezed his eyes shut again, but he felt the newscaster’s breath catch a little, their mouths just a few inches apart.
The already fast thrusts sped up and became more forceful, and Sho whispered “again,” barely audibly.
“Sho…!” There was a little more force in Nino’s voice this time, and the end almost turned into a moan.
The name became a soft chant when one of the rapper’s hands finally found his cock and began rubbing him in sync with the thrusts inside of him.
“Oh God, Sho!” Nino finally cried out, curving his back upwards and leaving his mouth half open as he felt himself burst, his ass and thighs clenched tightly and shaking as he came.
Sho thrust inside of him a few more times, moaning loudly himself, and Nino sluggishly blinked open his eyes as Sho squeezed his shut, gasping and mumbling beneath his breath.
After he orgasmed, the rapper took a few deep breaths and looked at Nino, dazed. He smiled lightly and kissed the gamer again on the lips before turning his head and snuggling it into the couch, still inside of Nino and now lying on top of him, too. His eyes were shut immediately, a goofy grin still lingering on his lips.
The gamer blinked a few times and refamiliarized himself with his living room. He shoved Sho’s head closer into the cushions so that he could push himself up and see what the other three were up to, wondering if they were done already, too. Maybe he could kick them out them (although he might just let Sho stay there for another second, he must be tired after all, and Ohno could sleep in his bed if he wanted, but Jun and definitely Aiba had to go).
Said trio was where they had been a moment ago, tangled in a complicated looking position. Ohno was clinging to Jun, who still had his pants on and was holding the artist up by his bare thighs, and they were kissing heavily, Leader’s legs wrapped tightly around the youngest member’s waist. They were still standing.
Aiba was behind Ohno, grabbing his hips tightly and thrusting up into him in a way that Nino wasn’t sure was practical. The miracle boy’s legs were certainly going to hurt later (unless he was more than used to the movement already, which was something that Nino wasn’t going to think about now).
As far as Nino could tell, Aiba was mumbling something and blatantly biting Ohno’s shoulder (albeit tenderly), and Leader was moaning loudly into Jun’s mouth. The oldest member pulled back from the kiss just before he threw his head back and cried out, coming with his face pinched in draw out pleasure. Nino felt himself shiver again and distractedly looked down at Sho, who was still mostly on top of him. He heard Aiba murmur “Leader, I’m coming” and stole one last glance at the threesome, feeling goosebumps prink his skin at Aiba’s blissful face and parted lips.
A second later, Leader was gently set to the ground, his legs shaking, and he was looking up at Jun with a half conscious expression, his hands softly caressing the taller man’s cheeks.
Nino didn’t hear what Leader had to say, but he did hear Jun respond with “No, you don’t have to. I’m fine.”
Aiba was watching Ohno, too. It was a little strange--he had been running the whole thing up until then, but now it seemed like he was going to let Leader do what he wanted to do no matter what it was.
The artist said something else, in a low voice that Nino still couldn’t make out, before he touched Jun’s lips gently, then slid his hands slowly down the idol’s chest and to the top of his pants. Ohno fell to his knees as he slid down the zipper, and Jun immediately began stroking his hair, a serious look on his face and his eyes never leaving the man in front of him.
Feeling embarrassed, but unable to look away as Ohno fumbled to get Jun’s erection out, Nino couldn’t conclude whether Aiba was really the one who had started all of this or if Leader just had some sort of magic that drew you to him. The gamer could certainly see where Jun and Aiba had been unable to resist Oh-chan.
The oldest Arashi member stroked Jun’s erection a few times before he took it into his mouth, like he had with Nino earlier. Jun’s eyes immediately squeezed shut and he leaned over Leader more, his hand twisting in Ohno’s hair. The artist was relentless, immediately bobbing his head and making wet sounds around the cock, and Jun was already gasping for breath.
Then Aiba joined in, taking Jun’s head lightly between his hands and leading him into a slightly more restrained kiss than the one he had been sharing with Ohno earlier. Nino felt another jolt of strangeness: all through the night, he had seen Aiba and Ohno touch each other as did Jun and Ohno, but this was the first that he had seen Aiba and Jun interact sexually. He tilted his head, trying to figure out why it seemed out of place to him.
But the kiss was quickly broken by Jun who crumbled over the older man, moaning “Leader,” in a strained voice as he came.
Ohno pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and Jun collapsed onto his knees on the floor in front of him. The youngest member swayed even like that, and eventually just fell onto his back, looking up the ceiling and gasping for air. Leader grinned at him, then snuggled up next to his side, looking up at Jun happily, apparently pleased with himself. As Jun draped an arm around him, Ohno tucked his knees up to his chest, creating a lopsided ball with his body.
Nino frowned unconsciously, taking into inventory what extra blankets he had. Oh-chan would probably throw a fit if he said that Jun and Aiba had to leave so he might as well let them all stay, despite the lack of room in the gamer’s apartment. He had a spare futon, but all three of them wouldn’t fit in it properly and besides, there was still Sho snoring quietly next to his neck and…
The gamer looked up from the rapper, worrying his lip between his teeth, and noticed Aiba gazing at him with a small grin. Nino’s frown grew and a blush crossed his face.
Before the miracle boy could start coming towards him, Nino stared down in embarrassment and started mumbling.
“There’s a futon in my closet, and maybe some blankets, but that’s all I have…” he offered in a huffy voice. Aiba only giggled in return and darted into Nino’s room for the extra bedding.
The gamer leaned over the side of the couch and fumbled for his discarded pants, where his cell phone was. It was probably too late to kick any of his band mates out even if he wanted to, but he had to double check, in case he still had time to convince Aiba to go home.
Awkwardly, because Sho was still sprawled on top of him, Nino got the cell out and flipped it open using his mouth in place of his other hand (which was pinned to his side by a certain oversized rapper). The screen shone brightly, displaying an unread message from Sho.
The gamer nodded his head slowly. That explained it.
I just finished. I’ll head over.
Nino sighed and looked down at the man sleeping on him, repressing a smile that threatened to cross his lips. He began poking Sho firmly on the cheek.
It took three times before the rapper made any sort of movement.
“Sho-chan, are you sleeping on the couch or in my bed?” Nino asked in a matter-of-fact way, and the newscaster raised his head (the gamer noticed a line of drool had slid down to his chin on one side) and looked around sleepily. Maybe he didn’t remember where he was. “Come on,” Nino sighed and pushed Sho backwards, crinkling his eyes when he realized that his ass was sticky and it felt weird pulling the cock out of him. The gamer looked up and noticed the rapper still wearing a dazed expression, so he continued to help him get off the couch and stumble across the living room and into the bedroom.
After Sho was securely in bed (nothing broken on the way), Nino peeked back into the living room. Aiba had set up the small futon on the carpet behind the couch and was coaxing Ohno to move over to it. Jun was sitting and looked at them with a distant expression, but promptly followed Leader when he began crawling towards the bedding.
The youngest idol, being on the visual receiving end of Ohno’s assets, began running his hand over the exposed ass before they made it to the futon, and Aiba had to smack his hand away while Nino rolled his eyes.
At least Aiba is reliable enough after sex, too was all Nino thought before he turned and walked back to his bed, stifling a yawn.
The gamer looked down at Sho, who was fast asleep again (his mouth half open and snoring lightly and looking ridiculous but adorable) and scratched his nose, failing to restrain a blush.
Sharing a bed naked with a man wasn’t weird. They had just had sex for God’s sake. Besides, this was Sho and they had done stuff probably just as bad as this at some point. Yeah, of course they had, Nino just couldn’t come up with anything off the top of his head.
He took a deep breath and readjusted the linen haphazardly covering Sho’s naked, rippling, muscular, enticing-
He dropped the blankets and looked away, covering his face with his hand.
This was Aiba’s fault. And Jun’s. Obviously.
Goddamn it.
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A/N:
SEQUEL TAIM
I guess this would be considered a New Years present for yarukizero, although it's the first one I've given. After I wrote the Christmas part, I really wanted to write something that included Nino, and this is what happened. The ending was all over the place, honestly (it started out as Sho/Ohno/Nino, then morphed into Jun/Ohno/Nino/Aiba, and then resulted in a fivesome thanks to yarukizero's prompting).
And I'm so behind on arashirabu right now. T.T I want to read everything that gets posted, but it's updated so often...
On another note, I just graduated from college! Real life, here I come!
As always, any comments or criticisms are welcome. Particularly, does the yellow color change on italics detract from the story? They seem too bright to me...