Extracurricular Activities
Title:Extracurricular Activities- Part 1
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jun/Ohno/Aiba, Sho/Nino, (mention of Everyone/Sho)
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: In which Art Club goes on a school trip and studies. Very hard. Sequel to After School.
Contrary to Sho’s previous belief, every art club meeting was not made up entirely of blowjobs and raunchy threesomes. In fact, since he had joined with Nino, there had been absolutely so sex whatsoever. Kissing, yes (especially Nino because he wouldn’t leave him alone, not that Sho was complaining), but, as he overheard Aiba explaining to Nino one day, Jun was just responsible enough to only allow the opportunity when it presented itself, or when he couldn’t wait any longer.
Ogura-sensei was the supervisor for the art club (although he rarely did any supervising), so one of the obvious reasons was that he could come in at any time (even though he didn’t), plus, they actually had to make projects, such as posters for the school, and show their progression throughout the year in order to remain properly unsupervised.
So typically during their club time, Aiba explained to him, Ohno drew (of course) and did most of the actual art work that they needed to churn out. Sometimes when he needed help, he would fill in the empty spaces with small kanji to indicate a color, and Aiba would do paint by number for him.
Jun loved his camera more than Sho had initially suspected, and, unless they had a project to finish, spent his time either reviewing his photos, in the closet-turned-blackroom developing them, or sometimes actually photographing if he felt like it. (Sho did not fail to notice his muse was mostly Ohno, and sometimes Aiba.)
Aiba was basically a handy man. His main job was modeling (which was easy because he could sit around and play videogames or doodle crude stick figures) or helping either of the other members when they wanted it. But, even though he had little artistic talent, he still needed to put out a personal project occasionally, and these, as it turned out, were almost always collages. (Because apparently collaging was still considered an acceptable art form for a sixteen year old boy.)
Therefore, when Sho, who had less of an art sense than even Aiba, was added to the mixture he couldn’t do anything else but help with the collages. Even paint by number was a little questionable, and he was banned from it entirely when he accidentally colored a rainbow all black (it certainly wasn’t because he couldn’t stop looking at Ohno, who was only a few feet away from him on the other side of the table sketching a cluster of flying fish coming out of a pond).
The day after they had joined together, Nino showed up with a video camera and never went without it again, and although he didn’t use it much, he was apparently talented enough (or cunning enough was probably a better description) to have a fantastic short movie finished by the end of second semester, when their projects were due. This basically gave him enough leeway to sit around and play his video games most of the time, only helping when Sho bothered him enough (or when Sho was paying too much attention to Ohno and suddenly found a Nino in his lap).
Sho knew he had no talent whatsoever (their joint collage had come back with a barely passing mark, although Sho liked to blame this on the fact that Aiba only had a few only Jump magazines to work with), but he felt like he fit in more with art club then he ever had at any other club at any point in his previous school life.
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“Sho-chan, write me an essay on why art club is a minority in our school,” Nino casually requested, sitting a white sheet of paper down in front of him, on top of his math homework which he had been working on until then (might as well do something productive while the rest of them were goofing off, right?).
“Uh… why?” Sho replied, looking up at his kohai.
Nino silenced him with a sound kiss on the lips and said, “Just do it,” patting his cheeks once before sauntering over to see Ohno’s latest interpretation of the statue’s head in the corner. “500 words or less, please,” he called over his shoulder.
Without really thinking about it, Sho pulled out his pencil and began writing down something literary, like that they had a lot of work to do with only five of them, and that they had chosen art club because they loved art (mostly) and not because it was easy. It wasn’t exactly a lie (there really was only five of them after all, and Ohno definitely loved art).
It had been almost two months since he had written anything substantial after quitting the news paper, and although this actually wasn’t much, when Nino read over it again he was smirking the whole time, and Sho took that as praise for a job well done.
“Your pencil please,” Nino asked, leaning over Sho’s shoulder and writing in one more line.
And that’s why we should get this scholarship.
Sho’s eyebrows furrowed. “Scholarship?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Nino nonchalantly replied, then grabbed the paper and shoved it in his bag, instantly pulling out his gameboy and taking up the seat next to Sho, who, after looking at the younger boy for a full minute and a half, went back to his homework.
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The reason for the essay was revealed a few weeks later when Nino brought five copies of a schedule and handed them out the second club started. They all looked at them quizzically, but Aiba immediately got excited when he saw the location written at the top of the first sheet, an onsen hotel that Sho had seen once on TV, only about an hour drive from their school… and quite expensive, if he remembered correctly.
“As secretary of the art club, I present you with a tentative agenda for our ‘Intensive Art Submersion Camp’ taking place on the weekend two weeks from now. If you can’t come on the dates shown… well, that’s too damn bad because we’re going to have a good time,” Nino smirked, looking at the other members. Jun was too caught up in scanning over the paper to correct his self proclaimed position, and Sho didn’t really care so he didn’t either.
“Wait a second…” Aiba interrupted, suddenly losing his high, “This looks like work…”
And indeed, although there were things like meals and bathing, the bulk of the time slots were filled in with various “inspirational workshops,” and the most suspicious part was that they all knew Nino liked to do actual schoolwork even less than Aiba did.
“Me and you will discuss that later,” Nino casually brushed his concern aside, “If I didn’t make a schedule for this, they wouldn’t have given me the scholarship.”
Sho cringed at that explanation, already piecing together the hints as to what had happened. Nino had utilized their position and applied for a scholarship so that they could basically have a free stay at an amazing hotel overnight, and Sho had helped him do so, although he hadn’t realized it at the time.
He felt guilty for about thirty seconds before he realized that they would be staying overnight in an onsen hotel, and saw immediately where this was going… then he felt excited, although he tried not to show his sudden change of emotions. He didn’t care if he had to force out terrible renditions of Totoro for two days straight if that meant a chance for something to happen, like it had before. And both Ohno and Nino would be there this time.
But then again, a teacher would have to come with them, and they would probably have to present someone with something to prove that they hadn’t just been goofing off the whole time.
“I see Sho-chan has already noted the extra baggage listed at the top.”
He hadn’t, actually, but he quickly realized what Nino was referring to when he saw their supervisor’s name listed.
“I already talked to Ogura-sensei and of course he agreed when he realized where we were going,” Nino explained with a half smirk. “Don’t worry about him. All he needs is an open bar and one female employee under fifty,” he joked, but actually Sho thought that was rather close to the truth, knowing the teacher and how much of a slacker he was about art club… in fact, he doubted the man would do anything strenuous at all unless he was forced to. So, that took care of their ‘supervision’ he supposed.
“That’s all. If you have any questions let me know,” Nino finished casually, then immediately shoved his own paper into his bag without actually waiting for any comments and replaced it in his hand with his gameboy, as usual.
The rest of them seemed to follow his lead. Aiba was looking like he’d finally realized that Nino wouldn’t have gone out of his way to plan something that wasn’t completely fun, Jun like he was trying to repress his obvious satisfaction with the plan, and Ohno like he hadn’t been paying attention from the beginning. Sho was the only one who really gave the schedule a decent once over, but he couldn’t find anything suspicious about it at all, so he also put it aside after a few minutes and returned to his collage of English newspapers.
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It certainly was paradise, and even though there was still a little bit of guilt present at taking a scholarship that could have actually done some good somewhere else, that quickly disappeared when Sho followed Nino and the others into the dressing room, heading to the public bath, the first thing listed on their schedule after settling into their shared room.
He tried not to watch Ohno as they all undressed (that wasn’t hard, though, with Jun standing in his way and Nino stepping on his foot every few seconds), but he managed to get a few glimpses of his white ass before he climbed into the water behind Aiba (and then was thoroughly distracted by Nino’s pale body, and he wasn’t even trying to get his attention this time).
As expected, Ogura had made a beeline for the traditional hotel longue, which had a full bar for the guests’ use, and in fact tonight there was a special show of a rising female idol, so it was obvious he probably wouldn’t even make it back to his own specially reserved (single occupant) VIP room. Which left them completely unsupervised, as usual (although the teacher had shrugged off the responsibility with a vague comment about Sho being dependable, which was more than he would usually do).
The men’s onsen was vacant at the moment and without Ogura, the five boys had it completely to themselves. But someone could join them at any time (and more likely so than their lonely little art classroom), so they stuck to usual teenage male activities such as splashing water, dunking each other, and a lot of ass grabbing from Nino (although his targets only seemed to be Sho and Ohno).
Sho was pretty sure he was half hard by the time they all slunk back into the hotel, but he wasn’t given any time to calm down before Nino was insisting they follow the time table and move onto their first inspirational workshop: Japanese aesthetic.
Apparently this required all of them to wear the hotel’s yukatas, which no one complained about since they were comfortable and they had another bath scheduled before bedtime anyway, and, although it was suspicious, once they were back in their room, Nino encouraged them all to pull out their supplies (this was obviously suspicious because Sho hadn’t thought they were actually going to do anything art-related, but mostly because he hadn’t actually brought anything to work with, also due to Nino’s prompting).
At Sho’s blank look (and the fact that he didn’t move to pull out his bag like the other four), Aiba eventually came over to him with a bright smile and asked, “Oh, you didn’t know? You’re the model. And I’m your assistant!”
Nino promptly hit him up the back of the head and glared at Aiba-chan while Jun adjusted his camera in the background, looking through the finder a few times while turning the knobs. Ohno was flipping through his sketch book to find where he had left off.
“That’s right, Sho-chan, so make yourself comfortable over there,” Nino said with a face that was too indifferent, pointing to a bare wall on the open half of the room.
Despite all of his time in art club (a few months) he had never modeled for anything, at least not purposefully. Of course Jun had snapped a few pictures of him here and there, and when he was filming, Nino’s video lens was on him most of the time (in fact, he wasn’t sure how Nino had made such an amazing movie without a trace of himself in it, as he must be lacking other content), but that was just him getting caught unaware. He wasn’t actually sure what to do to model properly.
“What should I do?” he asked blankly.
“Just sit there. We’ll change you as we like,” Nino replied casually, then turned away and Sho stared at the back of his head as he slid over to Ohno to double check his preparations.
So he did, feeling quite confused, and Aiba followed him like a puppy, earning another glare from Nino.
“It’s important that you hold still,” Aiba instructed with a far too enthusiastic expression as Sho turned so his back was against the wall, then pulled the bottom of his yukata tight before sitting down with his legs tucked up underneath him in the most conservative position he could think of. Aiba sat down beside him more casually and continuing chatting while Ohno was checking his angle and Nino was opening his video camera, Jun already finished and staring at the two of them in forced boredom.
“Don’t feel weird if they get too close, especially Jun he’s always right up there next to my-“
“I don’t think he needs the details, Aiba-chan,” Jun said blankly, then smirked at Sho’s nervous glance.
“Shall we start?” Nino finally cut in, but Ohno had selected his spot almost directly next to Jun and was sketching already, and Sho turned bright red at the direct attention he was getting from his secret crush.
Jun looked through the viewfinder, adjusted things for almost ten full seconds before the familiar click of his camera was heard, then he came a bit closer and repeated the same movements, and Sho couldn’t stop watching him either, not realizing how intense the younger man was when he wanted to be. Nino was just supervising with his video camera in hand, but the red light wasn’t blinking yet.
It went on like this for almost five minutes before Aiba finally said, “Sho-chan you look so stiff!” and poked his legs, shaking Sho out of his daze.
“Yeah, a change in position would be good, right Oh-chan?” Jun agreed, glancing over at the sheet of paper that Ohno was working on, and he nodded his head unconsciously, not stopping his pencil as it moved across the sketch.
“Just relax! It’s easy,” Aiba giggled, helping steady Sho as he pulled his legs forward to rest in front of him. The bottom of his yukata parted a few inches, and he tried to pull it back into place, but Aiba swatted his hands away and left it as it was, showing the bottom half of his legs.
After a moment he was pushed lightly back against the wall and Sho did his best to keep his legs together as Aiba finally retreated to view the position. He gave him a thumbs up, then snuck behind the others to check Ohno’s picture.
Meanwhile Jun came closer and took an obvious shot of the place where his yukata was parting at the bottom. Sho tried to cover himself again, but it was Jun that smacked his hand this time and it hurt a lot more than when Aiba had done it.
After another two pictures Jun slipped back again, grabbing for his bag, and now Aiba was leaning heavily on Nino, who still wasn’t doing much besides smirking, the two of them looking like partners in crime and it was only making Sho feel even more vulnerable by the second.
“Aiba-chan, I don’t think Sho-chan’s really getting the hang of this. Why don’t you help him some more?”
His face brightened past where it had already been glowing and Aiba nodded enthusiastically, but before he could come closer, Nino grabbed his arm and gave him a very obvious warning look, waiting until Aiba nodded again before allowing him to move.
“Sho-chan you look like a girl sitting that way, I think it’s better if we open your legs a little more-“ he offered, and there were obviously a lot of hidden intentions behind those words. Sho tried to resist when Aiba plopped down at his side and forced his legs apart, but Aiba was stronger than him and there wasn’t much he could do without inflicting the wrath of both Nino and Jun.
Besides, arousal was slowly taking over the thinking part of his brain and keeping him from doing anything sensible.
Just then Aiba pinned him against the wall and kissed him firmly on the lips, causing his eyes to widen (a lot) and forget about his sense of decency altogether.
Actually, Sho had only ever kissed Nino (although they’d been doing that a lot lately), so it wasn’t just the spontaneity that caught him off guard, but how much bigger Aiba’s mouth was than Nino’s and how much farther the tongue stretched into the back of his throat.
“Oh God, Sho-kun, you should see your face right now,” Jun laughed, and it was then that he realized that there were several clicking noises in a row and that the other student was literally right next to them, watching Sho be devoured.
Aiba backed off at the comment with an oversized grin at the photographer.
He took another picture before mumbling, “Beautiful as always, Masaki.”
“Thanks Jun,” Aiba giggled, then turned back to Sho as his classmate moved away to adjust his camera again, reaching over for another roll and changing the film expertly, taking only a few seconds.
“Back to work please,” Nino interrupted in an irritated voice, and as soon as Sho was exposed to the rest of the room again, Aiba sitting patiently about a foot away, he realized that his obi had been loosened and his yukata was now open almost all of the way, revealing his briefs and growing cock underneath.
Before he could do anything to fix it Jun mumbled, “That’s good, Sho-kun,” sliding back into his original position next to Ohno as the artist flipped a page, drawing furiously, looking between his sketch book and Sho’s body every few seconds.
Flustered, he tried to pull himself back together, but his “assistant” was back to leaning over him and holding his wrists in place, chiding, “You’re not supposed to move unless they say so, Sho-chan!”
Only too late did he realize where this was going, and he should have known with how innocent Nino had been acting all day. And although Sho sort of did want their activities to head in this direction (he’d been preparing for it from the beginning after all) he hadn’t really expected at all to be the focus of everything.
“Laying on the floor would be good,” Ohno suddenly suggested with an casual look, and Aiba made a sound that meant you heard him he’s the boss before encouraging Sho with a gentle pull. But how could Sho reject that suggestion when it was from Ohno and sounded so nice? He was probably the only one that wasn’t treating him like a raw piece of meat… Well, maybe he was, but in a strictly artistic way.
“Fuck,” Sho whispered under his breath, drawing an airy giggle from Nino, who had finally started filming with his red blinking light, and Aiba continued to restrict his hands as he struggled to slid onto his back while still keeping himself somewhat covered by the yukata (it wasn’t working).
Even after he was in position, though, Aiba hovered over him, eyes roaming his body obviously, still holding his hands so Sho couldn’t do much else but squeeze his thighs together, but that only succeeded in the fabric falling open a few more centimeters. Aiba licked his lips and pulled his arms over his head to pin them on the floor together in one of his own hands, and Sho didn’t resist very much, even when Aiba’s freed hand pulled the yukata open all the way, leaving the obi loose around his waist.
And then suddenly the other three students were surrounding them, Nino filming Sho over the top of Jun’s head while he took one shot after another, and even Ohno was there with alert eyes, his pencil moving faster than Sho could process.
“Those are in the way,” Nino commented, pointing at Sho’s briefs, and Aiba immediately began to pull them down, although he ended up needing some help from Jun, and this was the last chance that Sho had to be responsible and stop this before it got too far.
He didn’t.
Now he was exposed to all of them, the first time it had ever happened, actually, because even though he had had sex with Nino that one time, the five of them hadn’t gotten remotely close to removing each others’ clothes since the pair had joined art club, simply because there had been no opportunity.
A blush spread all the way up his neck and to his face from his collar as he watched the boys watching him back. It wasn’t necessarily that Sho was shy, it was more that... he was completely unprepared and he didn’t understand why this was him and not Ohno, or even Nino.
It was Jun that touched him first, a smooth hand gripping his erection as he snapped pictures with the other, and Sho moaned, feeling Aiba lean down and begin kissing his neck as he continued to stretch his arms tauntly over his head.
“You’re so handsome, Sho-chan,” he giggled breathily, nuzzling his ear in the process, and Sho felt a shiver run down his body, his heart beating so quickly with arousal that he was surprised he hadn’t come right away with all the blood that was headed straight to his cock. Especially when Aiba’s fingers pushed back the fabric of his robe the rest of the way and found his nipple, pulling at it and causing a surprised jerk of his hips. Sho took in a series of quick breaths, but he didn’t say anything, unable to formulate a single word, either in resistance or encouragement.
Turning back to the group of spectators, Aiba said, “Someone pass me the lube,” and that brought Sho back to himself a bit, knowing exactly what that would be used for and feeling a little apprehensive about the whole thing.
“And the vibrator.”
He was sure his eyes widened enough to be comical because Nino snickered, but Jun interrupted first (obviously not noticing Sho’s discomfort), with slightly parted lips, his own yukata loose enough to hang off of one of his shoulders. “That can wait a second, I want you to suck his cock first Aiba-chan. He’s not going anywhere so you don’t have to hold him any longer.”
His face blushed in shame (or was that anticipation?), but just as Jun predicted, Sho didn’t move at all when Aiba let him go to look down at him once with open want, before promptly shifting his position to get his mouth around his cock.
“Beautiful, fuck,” Jun let out unconsciously as he frantically worked his camera, Aiba’s full lips stretched around Sho as the object in his viewfinder, and Aiba gave him quite a show, although his victim didn’t see much of it because he was trying too hard to stifle his moans and keep from thrusting upwards and ruining Jun’s pictures. (God, why was he worried about Jun’s pictures?!)
Obviously skilled in this particular art (Sho somehow remembered that first day when he’d seen Aiba doing this to Ohno), Aiba’s touches were firm and always right on, a hard suck followed by a few licks to allow Sho a second to gasp for breath, and he was using everything he could, his tongue, the roof of his mouth, his teeth. He took Sho’s length all the way to the back of his throat twice, drawing a pathetic whimper out of him each time.
With a final series of licks to his cock’s throbbing head, Aiba finally let him go and Sho melted even though heat was still thrumming through his entire body as he closed his eyes, his head swimming but still somehow able to process all of the others watching him.
“The lube please,” Aiba asked Jun once more in a smug voice, and after taking one more picture he relented and slipped over to his bag, as if to return the favor. When Sho opened his eyes again, his breathing heavy, it was because Nino was leaning over him with his camera in one hand, the other gently stroking his flushed face.
“You planned this didn’t you?” Sho whispered, looking at the boy rather than the lens. Nino didn’t respond verbally, but slid his hand down Sho’s sweaty skin to pull at his nipple, filming his reaction, which was a soft moan and half lidded eyes, the numb pleasure still jolting through him.
And then someone was spreading his legs and Jun’s clicking was back, but Sho couldn’t pull his eyes away from Nino, who stayed in place. He could already see himself on that tiny screen, only visible from his collar bone up but his expressions alluding to everything that was happening right now, a shiver here, a half repressed noise there. His mouth was mostly open by now, and there were three hands caressing his lower body, one on his inner thigh, one on his hip, and another wet one sliding from the bottom of his cock towards his ass.
“Ah,” he let out, closing his eyes all the way this time, now worried about making a good video for Nino, so much so that he totally gave himself over to the stimulations, moaning when he felt like it and gasping fuck at least once.
Shit, that was a finger inside of him. Inside of him.
“Ohno, tell him how hot this is,” Jun encouraged even as another click was heard, and although it took a few seconds and a lot of mumbling, Ohno finally got out, “Sho-kun is really sexy like this.”
He swallowed at the soft, obviously preoccupied voice and shuddered as another finger slid inside of him, and the fact that Nino was still completely focused on him did nothing to help his lack of control.
“Fuck, pause, I need another roll-“ Jun cursed, diving for the neat pile he had made before they started, but Aiba didn’t listen to him and started moving his fingers just a little, pulling his legs wider, enough that Sho could feel the stretch all the way in his hips.
Finally Sho couldn’t meet Nino’s piercing gaze any more as he got worked up, and instead glanced down through heavy eyelashes at where Ohno was sketching Aiba leaning over him, intent on his job. They were both staring at his ass, his yukata pooled underneath him, and Sho vaguely wondered what kind of art piece would come from this.
But the second Aiba began fumbling with his own pants as he closely watched his fingers sink in and out of him, Nino was jarred from his position in a second, with almost a sixth sense about what was happening out of his sight. Suddenly he reached over to grab his friends shirt, not paying attention to where his camera was redirected, which was somewhere around Sho’s stomach, where the obi was still lying loosely around him.
“I told you already, Aiba, you’re not going to fuck him.”
“Please, please, Nino, look at how much he likes it,” Aiba begged, but had retracted his hand (both of them actually; Sho’s whole body went limp and he gasped in air while he had the chance).
“No. He’s mine,” Nino affirmed once again, and Sho couldn’t quite bring himself to argue. “I already let you kiss him for God’s sake! Besides, that’s what that vibrator is for.”
“Nino’s no fun,” Aiba pouted, turning his watery eyes on him in an attempt to get him to change his mind.
Meanwhile Jun had returned to his previous position right between Sho’s open legs, and without warning he felt something being pushed inside of him where Aiba’s fingers had been, making him sit up halfway and let out a startled gasp.
“Shit, ah, shit,” he couldn’t really get a grasp on his voice and the thing buzzing inside of him was sending all of his sensors off unexpectedly, making his toes curl and his eyes squeeze shut. He felt like a fire had been lit in his stomach and was spreading throughout the rest of him like a pile of dried leaves doused in kerosene.
In the mist of his sensation overload he felt a gentle hand on his hip, stroking a small circle, and he managed to pry his eyes open enough to see Ohno leaning over him with a consoling look.
“They did this to me too before,” he whispered quietly, leaning closer to Sho’s face as Aiba and Nino continued to argue, not quite realizing that the decision had already been made by Jun. Actually, the image of Ohno writhing in pleasure much as he himself was doing didn’t do much to help calm Sho down. “They like to watch and they like to tease, but they’ll always take care of you in the end. If you want to stop you just have to say so,” he continued as Jun snapped a picture of them and Sho managed a quick nod.
Staring into the vibrant eyes that were hidden underneath Ohno’s usual calm exterior, Sho realized that he was so close right now, distracted from his sketch pad and staring at Sho’s lips that were no doubt flushed and plump. “Satoshi-kun…” he got out in a dreamy tone, reaching up to pull him closer, not thinking of anything but this and the way his hips were still twitching uncontrollably.
And then the vibrator was pushed in even farther and Sho yelped, his ass coming all the way off the ground in surprise as his body jerked automatically. When he was finally able to do so, he looked down to find himself staring into Jun’s camera lens.
“Guess that’s my cue,” Nino chuckled, finally letting Aiba go and gingerly handing his friend his video camera. Aiba sighed, but it was obvious he wasn’t completely disappointed in being left out of the fun in order to continue on as the cameraman.
Nino stood and promptly reached for his own obi to undo it, letting his yukata drop simply to the ground around him, revealing his supple body. He wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath his traditional clothing, and was almost as hard as Sho was. After retrieving the lube and slicking his own fingers, he reached behind himself to prepare, climbing halfway on top of Sho in the process and allowing Ohno to be pulled back into his original position by Jun. Without a second thought Ohno picked up his pencil again and stared at Nino’s back as he began on his next piece.
“Do you like that, Sho-chan? You like that thing inside of you?” he asked as he wiggled against his stomach, the movement of his fingers at his ass felt through Sho’s skin, and the younger boy had his full attention now, Sho’s hands automatically resting on his spread thighs and sliding upward to his angled hips. “I’m gonna ride you now, Sho-chan, and Jun’s going to take pictures. Aiba’s going to film me fucking myself on your cock.”
Those dirty words drew a strangled moan from lips and he gripped onto Nino harder, hoping that he would finish his preparations soon.
And he did, probably just as impatient as Sho was, removing his hand to help balance himself with the help of the floor on one side as he slid backwards, the other one grasping for Sho’s cock and leading it to his ass.
There wasn’t any noise heard in the room as Nino lowered himself, with the exception of his gasping breaths and the constant click of Jun’s camera.
“Fuck, Nino-chan,” Aiba finally let out when he was only about halfway down, watching them through the video camera with a half open mouth, the three of them seated around Sho’s feet so that they could properly see the show that had been so carefully put on for them.
As if the first time he’d had sex wasn’t mind blowing enough, with that thing buzzing inside of him and the additional audience, this time was enough for Sho to forget completely that they were in a hotel on a supposed school trip supposedly making art.
(Well, if this was making art, Sho’s occupational goals just rearranged themselves.)
He grabbed onto Nino’s hips tightly as he finished taking all of Sho in and then paused when he heard Jun’s breathy voice saying, “That’s it, that’s it, right there,” followed by more pictures being taken. Nino’s face was stretched with emotion, his lips displaying his pleasure, but his closed eyes must have also held some pain from going too quickly. Just like he had been before, though, Nino was demanding and willing to take a little punishment to sate his impatience.
When a few seconds had passed, Nino’s body seemed to relax and he immediately pushed himself up a bit, the need for stimulation over taking possible retribution from Jun, but Sho responded after just two weak attempts at that, holding Nino where he wanted him and thrusting up sharply.
Nino let out a high pitched sound that was mostly caused by his sudden intake of breath and moved one hand to balance on Sho’s waist while the other one started jerking himself off, drawing the attention of the other three, all of whom moved in almost perfect unison to shift to the other side of the room in order to see Nino’s expressions as he forgot all about them and worked as hard as he could to bring out his own orgasm.
“Sho-chan! Fuck you’re so hot!” he gasped with half lidded eyes, sweat sliding down his neck and making his hair stick to his forehead as he bounced up and down in time with Sho’s thrusts, trying to move with the actions while still keeping enough balance to jerk off.
Pleasure was overwhelming him, from the perverted actions of being watched (by Ohno) to the gratification from Nino’s lips, not to mention that beautiful body doing all sorts of wonderful things to him, leaving him completely with no brain and all natural instincts, gritting his teeth as he strengthened his movements, his ass clenching together with the physical strain and making that goddamn thing go inside of him even farther and press against something that made him see white.
“Fuck, fuck I’m coming,” Sho shouted, unable to take the teasing buzz inside of him coupled with Nino’s eroticism anymore. As he released he let out a strangled moan between his teeth and brought Nino down to meet him for the final time, automatically tensing as heaven overtook him, his cock twitching inside of Nino as his stomach muscles spasmed from the continuous vibration inside of him, not stopping even though he had come.
Pleasure continued thrumming through him, only this time it was intensified by his orgasm and almost hurt. God, he needed that thing out of him.
After he was filled completely, no condom used this time (Sho would feel irresponsible later, but it wasn’t like they needed to worry about someone finding traces of their activities here), Nino moaned out another pleasure filled sound and spilled partly on his own hand and partly on Sho’s twitching stomach and obi, clenching around his spent cock and making the post-sex stimulation that much worse. It felt like all of the blood in his body had been pulled out of him through his dick and left him dehydrated and malnutritioned, and that whatever was left was still trying to escape.
Part 2
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jun/Ohno/Aiba, Sho/Nino, (mention of Everyone/Sho)
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: In which Art Club goes on a school trip and studies. Very hard. Sequel to After School.
Contrary to Sho’s previous belief, every art club meeting was not made up entirely of blowjobs and raunchy threesomes. In fact, since he had joined with Nino, there had been absolutely so sex whatsoever. Kissing, yes (especially Nino because he wouldn’t leave him alone, not that Sho was complaining), but, as he overheard Aiba explaining to Nino one day, Jun was just responsible enough to only allow the opportunity when it presented itself, or when he couldn’t wait any longer.
Ogura-sensei was the supervisor for the art club (although he rarely did any supervising), so one of the obvious reasons was that he could come in at any time (even though he didn’t), plus, they actually had to make projects, such as posters for the school, and show their progression throughout the year in order to remain properly unsupervised.
So typically during their club time, Aiba explained to him, Ohno drew (of course) and did most of the actual art work that they needed to churn out. Sometimes when he needed help, he would fill in the empty spaces with small kanji to indicate a color, and Aiba would do paint by number for him.
Jun loved his camera more than Sho had initially suspected, and, unless they had a project to finish, spent his time either reviewing his photos, in the closet-turned-blackroom developing them, or sometimes actually photographing if he felt like it. (Sho did not fail to notice his muse was mostly Ohno, and sometimes Aiba.)
Aiba was basically a handy man. His main job was modeling (which was easy because he could sit around and play videogames or doodle crude stick figures) or helping either of the other members when they wanted it. But, even though he had little artistic talent, he still needed to put out a personal project occasionally, and these, as it turned out, were almost always collages. (Because apparently collaging was still considered an acceptable art form for a sixteen year old boy.)
Therefore, when Sho, who had less of an art sense than even Aiba, was added to the mixture he couldn’t do anything else but help with the collages. Even paint by number was a little questionable, and he was banned from it entirely when he accidentally colored a rainbow all black (it certainly wasn’t because he couldn’t stop looking at Ohno, who was only a few feet away from him on the other side of the table sketching a cluster of flying fish coming out of a pond).
The day after they had joined together, Nino showed up with a video camera and never went without it again, and although he didn’t use it much, he was apparently talented enough (or cunning enough was probably a better description) to have a fantastic short movie finished by the end of second semester, when their projects were due. This basically gave him enough leeway to sit around and play his video games most of the time, only helping when Sho bothered him enough (or when Sho was paying too much attention to Ohno and suddenly found a Nino in his lap).
Sho knew he had no talent whatsoever (their joint collage had come back with a barely passing mark, although Sho liked to blame this on the fact that Aiba only had a few only Jump magazines to work with), but he felt like he fit in more with art club then he ever had at any other club at any point in his previous school life.
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“Sho-chan, write me an essay on why art club is a minority in our school,” Nino casually requested, sitting a white sheet of paper down in front of him, on top of his math homework which he had been working on until then (might as well do something productive while the rest of them were goofing off, right?).
“Uh… why?” Sho replied, looking up at his kohai.
Nino silenced him with a sound kiss on the lips and said, “Just do it,” patting his cheeks once before sauntering over to see Ohno’s latest interpretation of the statue’s head in the corner. “500 words or less, please,” he called over his shoulder.
Without really thinking about it, Sho pulled out his pencil and began writing down something literary, like that they had a lot of work to do with only five of them, and that they had chosen art club because they loved art (mostly) and not because it was easy. It wasn’t exactly a lie (there really was only five of them after all, and Ohno definitely loved art).
It had been almost two months since he had written anything substantial after quitting the news paper, and although this actually wasn’t much, when Nino read over it again he was smirking the whole time, and Sho took that as praise for a job well done.
“Your pencil please,” Nino asked, leaning over Sho’s shoulder and writing in one more line.
And that’s why we should get this scholarship.
Sho’s eyebrows furrowed. “Scholarship?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Nino nonchalantly replied, then grabbed the paper and shoved it in his bag, instantly pulling out his gameboy and taking up the seat next to Sho, who, after looking at the younger boy for a full minute and a half, went back to his homework.
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The reason for the essay was revealed a few weeks later when Nino brought five copies of a schedule and handed them out the second club started. They all looked at them quizzically, but Aiba immediately got excited when he saw the location written at the top of the first sheet, an onsen hotel that Sho had seen once on TV, only about an hour drive from their school… and quite expensive, if he remembered correctly.
“As secretary of the art club, I present you with a tentative agenda for our ‘Intensive Art Submersion Camp’ taking place on the weekend two weeks from now. If you can’t come on the dates shown… well, that’s too damn bad because we’re going to have a good time,” Nino smirked, looking at the other members. Jun was too caught up in scanning over the paper to correct his self proclaimed position, and Sho didn’t really care so he didn’t either.
“Wait a second…” Aiba interrupted, suddenly losing his high, “This looks like work…”
And indeed, although there were things like meals and bathing, the bulk of the time slots were filled in with various “inspirational workshops,” and the most suspicious part was that they all knew Nino liked to do actual schoolwork even less than Aiba did.
“Me and you will discuss that later,” Nino casually brushed his concern aside, “If I didn’t make a schedule for this, they wouldn’t have given me the scholarship.”
Sho cringed at that explanation, already piecing together the hints as to what had happened. Nino had utilized their position and applied for a scholarship so that they could basically have a free stay at an amazing hotel overnight, and Sho had helped him do so, although he hadn’t realized it at the time.
He felt guilty for about thirty seconds before he realized that they would be staying overnight in an onsen hotel, and saw immediately where this was going… then he felt excited, although he tried not to show his sudden change of emotions. He didn’t care if he had to force out terrible renditions of Totoro for two days straight if that meant a chance for something to happen, like it had before. And both Ohno and Nino would be there this time.
But then again, a teacher would have to come with them, and they would probably have to present someone with something to prove that they hadn’t just been goofing off the whole time.
“I see Sho-chan has already noted the extra baggage listed at the top.”
He hadn’t, actually, but he quickly realized what Nino was referring to when he saw their supervisor’s name listed.
“I already talked to Ogura-sensei and of course he agreed when he realized where we were going,” Nino explained with a half smirk. “Don’t worry about him. All he needs is an open bar and one female employee under fifty,” he joked, but actually Sho thought that was rather close to the truth, knowing the teacher and how much of a slacker he was about art club… in fact, he doubted the man would do anything strenuous at all unless he was forced to. So, that took care of their ‘supervision’ he supposed.
“That’s all. If you have any questions let me know,” Nino finished casually, then immediately shoved his own paper into his bag without actually waiting for any comments and replaced it in his hand with his gameboy, as usual.
The rest of them seemed to follow his lead. Aiba was looking like he’d finally realized that Nino wouldn’t have gone out of his way to plan something that wasn’t completely fun, Jun like he was trying to repress his obvious satisfaction with the plan, and Ohno like he hadn’t been paying attention from the beginning. Sho was the only one who really gave the schedule a decent once over, but he couldn’t find anything suspicious about it at all, so he also put it aside after a few minutes and returned to his collage of English newspapers.
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It certainly was paradise, and even though there was still a little bit of guilt present at taking a scholarship that could have actually done some good somewhere else, that quickly disappeared when Sho followed Nino and the others into the dressing room, heading to the public bath, the first thing listed on their schedule after settling into their shared room.
He tried not to watch Ohno as they all undressed (that wasn’t hard, though, with Jun standing in his way and Nino stepping on his foot every few seconds), but he managed to get a few glimpses of his white ass before he climbed into the water behind Aiba (and then was thoroughly distracted by Nino’s pale body, and he wasn’t even trying to get his attention this time).
As expected, Ogura had made a beeline for the traditional hotel longue, which had a full bar for the guests’ use, and in fact tonight there was a special show of a rising female idol, so it was obvious he probably wouldn’t even make it back to his own specially reserved (single occupant) VIP room. Which left them completely unsupervised, as usual (although the teacher had shrugged off the responsibility with a vague comment about Sho being dependable, which was more than he would usually do).
The men’s onsen was vacant at the moment and without Ogura, the five boys had it completely to themselves. But someone could join them at any time (and more likely so than their lonely little art classroom), so they stuck to usual teenage male activities such as splashing water, dunking each other, and a lot of ass grabbing from Nino (although his targets only seemed to be Sho and Ohno).
Sho was pretty sure he was half hard by the time they all slunk back into the hotel, but he wasn’t given any time to calm down before Nino was insisting they follow the time table and move onto their first inspirational workshop: Japanese aesthetic.
Apparently this required all of them to wear the hotel’s yukatas, which no one complained about since they were comfortable and they had another bath scheduled before bedtime anyway, and, although it was suspicious, once they were back in their room, Nino encouraged them all to pull out their supplies (this was obviously suspicious because Sho hadn’t thought they were actually going to do anything art-related, but mostly because he hadn’t actually brought anything to work with, also due to Nino’s prompting).
At Sho’s blank look (and the fact that he didn’t move to pull out his bag like the other four), Aiba eventually came over to him with a bright smile and asked, “Oh, you didn’t know? You’re the model. And I’m your assistant!”
Nino promptly hit him up the back of the head and glared at Aiba-chan while Jun adjusted his camera in the background, looking through the finder a few times while turning the knobs. Ohno was flipping through his sketch book to find where he had left off.
“That’s right, Sho-chan, so make yourself comfortable over there,” Nino said with a face that was too indifferent, pointing to a bare wall on the open half of the room.
Despite all of his time in art club (a few months) he had never modeled for anything, at least not purposefully. Of course Jun had snapped a few pictures of him here and there, and when he was filming, Nino’s video lens was on him most of the time (in fact, he wasn’t sure how Nino had made such an amazing movie without a trace of himself in it, as he must be lacking other content), but that was just him getting caught unaware. He wasn’t actually sure what to do to model properly.
“What should I do?” he asked blankly.
“Just sit there. We’ll change you as we like,” Nino replied casually, then turned away and Sho stared at the back of his head as he slid over to Ohno to double check his preparations.
So he did, feeling quite confused, and Aiba followed him like a puppy, earning another glare from Nino.
“It’s important that you hold still,” Aiba instructed with a far too enthusiastic expression as Sho turned so his back was against the wall, then pulled the bottom of his yukata tight before sitting down with his legs tucked up underneath him in the most conservative position he could think of. Aiba sat down beside him more casually and continuing chatting while Ohno was checking his angle and Nino was opening his video camera, Jun already finished and staring at the two of them in forced boredom.
“Don’t feel weird if they get too close, especially Jun he’s always right up there next to my-“
“I don’t think he needs the details, Aiba-chan,” Jun said blankly, then smirked at Sho’s nervous glance.
“Shall we start?” Nino finally cut in, but Ohno had selected his spot almost directly next to Jun and was sketching already, and Sho turned bright red at the direct attention he was getting from his secret crush.
Jun looked through the viewfinder, adjusted things for almost ten full seconds before the familiar click of his camera was heard, then he came a bit closer and repeated the same movements, and Sho couldn’t stop watching him either, not realizing how intense the younger man was when he wanted to be. Nino was just supervising with his video camera in hand, but the red light wasn’t blinking yet.
It went on like this for almost five minutes before Aiba finally said, “Sho-chan you look so stiff!” and poked his legs, shaking Sho out of his daze.
“Yeah, a change in position would be good, right Oh-chan?” Jun agreed, glancing over at the sheet of paper that Ohno was working on, and he nodded his head unconsciously, not stopping his pencil as it moved across the sketch.
“Just relax! It’s easy,” Aiba giggled, helping steady Sho as he pulled his legs forward to rest in front of him. The bottom of his yukata parted a few inches, and he tried to pull it back into place, but Aiba swatted his hands away and left it as it was, showing the bottom half of his legs.
After a moment he was pushed lightly back against the wall and Sho did his best to keep his legs together as Aiba finally retreated to view the position. He gave him a thumbs up, then snuck behind the others to check Ohno’s picture.
Meanwhile Jun came closer and took an obvious shot of the place where his yukata was parting at the bottom. Sho tried to cover himself again, but it was Jun that smacked his hand this time and it hurt a lot more than when Aiba had done it.
After another two pictures Jun slipped back again, grabbing for his bag, and now Aiba was leaning heavily on Nino, who still wasn’t doing much besides smirking, the two of them looking like partners in crime and it was only making Sho feel even more vulnerable by the second.
“Aiba-chan, I don’t think Sho-chan’s really getting the hang of this. Why don’t you help him some more?”
His face brightened past where it had already been glowing and Aiba nodded enthusiastically, but before he could come closer, Nino grabbed his arm and gave him a very obvious warning look, waiting until Aiba nodded again before allowing him to move.
“Sho-chan you look like a girl sitting that way, I think it’s better if we open your legs a little more-“ he offered, and there were obviously a lot of hidden intentions behind those words. Sho tried to resist when Aiba plopped down at his side and forced his legs apart, but Aiba was stronger than him and there wasn’t much he could do without inflicting the wrath of both Nino and Jun.
Besides, arousal was slowly taking over the thinking part of his brain and keeping him from doing anything sensible.
Just then Aiba pinned him against the wall and kissed him firmly on the lips, causing his eyes to widen (a lot) and forget about his sense of decency altogether.
Actually, Sho had only ever kissed Nino (although they’d been doing that a lot lately), so it wasn’t just the spontaneity that caught him off guard, but how much bigger Aiba’s mouth was than Nino’s and how much farther the tongue stretched into the back of his throat.
“Oh God, Sho-kun, you should see your face right now,” Jun laughed, and it was then that he realized that there were several clicking noises in a row and that the other student was literally right next to them, watching Sho be devoured.
Aiba backed off at the comment with an oversized grin at the photographer.
He took another picture before mumbling, “Beautiful as always, Masaki.”
“Thanks Jun,” Aiba giggled, then turned back to Sho as his classmate moved away to adjust his camera again, reaching over for another roll and changing the film expertly, taking only a few seconds.
“Back to work please,” Nino interrupted in an irritated voice, and as soon as Sho was exposed to the rest of the room again, Aiba sitting patiently about a foot away, he realized that his obi had been loosened and his yukata was now open almost all of the way, revealing his briefs and growing cock underneath.
Before he could do anything to fix it Jun mumbled, “That’s good, Sho-kun,” sliding back into his original position next to Ohno as the artist flipped a page, drawing furiously, looking between his sketch book and Sho’s body every few seconds.
Flustered, he tried to pull himself back together, but his “assistant” was back to leaning over him and holding his wrists in place, chiding, “You’re not supposed to move unless they say so, Sho-chan!”
Only too late did he realize where this was going, and he should have known with how innocent Nino had been acting all day. And although Sho sort of did want their activities to head in this direction (he’d been preparing for it from the beginning after all) he hadn’t really expected at all to be the focus of everything.
“Laying on the floor would be good,” Ohno suddenly suggested with an casual look, and Aiba made a sound that meant you heard him he’s the boss before encouraging Sho with a gentle pull. But how could Sho reject that suggestion when it was from Ohno and sounded so nice? He was probably the only one that wasn’t treating him like a raw piece of meat… Well, maybe he was, but in a strictly artistic way.
“Fuck,” Sho whispered under his breath, drawing an airy giggle from Nino, who had finally started filming with his red blinking light, and Aiba continued to restrict his hands as he struggled to slid onto his back while still keeping himself somewhat covered by the yukata (it wasn’t working).
Even after he was in position, though, Aiba hovered over him, eyes roaming his body obviously, still holding his hands so Sho couldn’t do much else but squeeze his thighs together, but that only succeeded in the fabric falling open a few more centimeters. Aiba licked his lips and pulled his arms over his head to pin them on the floor together in one of his own hands, and Sho didn’t resist very much, even when Aiba’s freed hand pulled the yukata open all the way, leaving the obi loose around his waist.
And then suddenly the other three students were surrounding them, Nino filming Sho over the top of Jun’s head while he took one shot after another, and even Ohno was there with alert eyes, his pencil moving faster than Sho could process.
“Those are in the way,” Nino commented, pointing at Sho’s briefs, and Aiba immediately began to pull them down, although he ended up needing some help from Jun, and this was the last chance that Sho had to be responsible and stop this before it got too far.
He didn’t.
Now he was exposed to all of them, the first time it had ever happened, actually, because even though he had had sex with Nino that one time, the five of them hadn’t gotten remotely close to removing each others’ clothes since the pair had joined art club, simply because there had been no opportunity.
A blush spread all the way up his neck and to his face from his collar as he watched the boys watching him back. It wasn’t necessarily that Sho was shy, it was more that... he was completely unprepared and he didn’t understand why this was him and not Ohno, or even Nino.
It was Jun that touched him first, a smooth hand gripping his erection as he snapped pictures with the other, and Sho moaned, feeling Aiba lean down and begin kissing his neck as he continued to stretch his arms tauntly over his head.
“You’re so handsome, Sho-chan,” he giggled breathily, nuzzling his ear in the process, and Sho felt a shiver run down his body, his heart beating so quickly with arousal that he was surprised he hadn’t come right away with all the blood that was headed straight to his cock. Especially when Aiba’s fingers pushed back the fabric of his robe the rest of the way and found his nipple, pulling at it and causing a surprised jerk of his hips. Sho took in a series of quick breaths, but he didn’t say anything, unable to formulate a single word, either in resistance or encouragement.
Turning back to the group of spectators, Aiba said, “Someone pass me the lube,” and that brought Sho back to himself a bit, knowing exactly what that would be used for and feeling a little apprehensive about the whole thing.
“And the vibrator.”
He was sure his eyes widened enough to be comical because Nino snickered, but Jun interrupted first (obviously not noticing Sho’s discomfort), with slightly parted lips, his own yukata loose enough to hang off of one of his shoulders. “That can wait a second, I want you to suck his cock first Aiba-chan. He’s not going anywhere so you don’t have to hold him any longer.”
His face blushed in shame (or was that anticipation?), but just as Jun predicted, Sho didn’t move at all when Aiba let him go to look down at him once with open want, before promptly shifting his position to get his mouth around his cock.
“Beautiful, fuck,” Jun let out unconsciously as he frantically worked his camera, Aiba’s full lips stretched around Sho as the object in his viewfinder, and Aiba gave him quite a show, although his victim didn’t see much of it because he was trying too hard to stifle his moans and keep from thrusting upwards and ruining Jun’s pictures. (God, why was he worried about Jun’s pictures?!)
Obviously skilled in this particular art (Sho somehow remembered that first day when he’d seen Aiba doing this to Ohno), Aiba’s touches were firm and always right on, a hard suck followed by a few licks to allow Sho a second to gasp for breath, and he was using everything he could, his tongue, the roof of his mouth, his teeth. He took Sho’s length all the way to the back of his throat twice, drawing a pathetic whimper out of him each time.
With a final series of licks to his cock’s throbbing head, Aiba finally let him go and Sho melted even though heat was still thrumming through his entire body as he closed his eyes, his head swimming but still somehow able to process all of the others watching him.
“The lube please,” Aiba asked Jun once more in a smug voice, and after taking one more picture he relented and slipped over to his bag, as if to return the favor. When Sho opened his eyes again, his breathing heavy, it was because Nino was leaning over him with his camera in one hand, the other gently stroking his flushed face.
“You planned this didn’t you?” Sho whispered, looking at the boy rather than the lens. Nino didn’t respond verbally, but slid his hand down Sho’s sweaty skin to pull at his nipple, filming his reaction, which was a soft moan and half lidded eyes, the numb pleasure still jolting through him.
And then someone was spreading his legs and Jun’s clicking was back, but Sho couldn’t pull his eyes away from Nino, who stayed in place. He could already see himself on that tiny screen, only visible from his collar bone up but his expressions alluding to everything that was happening right now, a shiver here, a half repressed noise there. His mouth was mostly open by now, and there were three hands caressing his lower body, one on his inner thigh, one on his hip, and another wet one sliding from the bottom of his cock towards his ass.
“Ah,” he let out, closing his eyes all the way this time, now worried about making a good video for Nino, so much so that he totally gave himself over to the stimulations, moaning when he felt like it and gasping fuck at least once.
Shit, that was a finger inside of him. Inside of him.
“Ohno, tell him how hot this is,” Jun encouraged even as another click was heard, and although it took a few seconds and a lot of mumbling, Ohno finally got out, “Sho-kun is really sexy like this.”
He swallowed at the soft, obviously preoccupied voice and shuddered as another finger slid inside of him, and the fact that Nino was still completely focused on him did nothing to help his lack of control.
“Fuck, pause, I need another roll-“ Jun cursed, diving for the neat pile he had made before they started, but Aiba didn’t listen to him and started moving his fingers just a little, pulling his legs wider, enough that Sho could feel the stretch all the way in his hips.
Finally Sho couldn’t meet Nino’s piercing gaze any more as he got worked up, and instead glanced down through heavy eyelashes at where Ohno was sketching Aiba leaning over him, intent on his job. They were both staring at his ass, his yukata pooled underneath him, and Sho vaguely wondered what kind of art piece would come from this.
But the second Aiba began fumbling with his own pants as he closely watched his fingers sink in and out of him, Nino was jarred from his position in a second, with almost a sixth sense about what was happening out of his sight. Suddenly he reached over to grab his friends shirt, not paying attention to where his camera was redirected, which was somewhere around Sho’s stomach, where the obi was still lying loosely around him.
“I told you already, Aiba, you’re not going to fuck him.”
“Please, please, Nino, look at how much he likes it,” Aiba begged, but had retracted his hand (both of them actually; Sho’s whole body went limp and he gasped in air while he had the chance).
“No. He’s mine,” Nino affirmed once again, and Sho couldn’t quite bring himself to argue. “I already let you kiss him for God’s sake! Besides, that’s what that vibrator is for.”
“Nino’s no fun,” Aiba pouted, turning his watery eyes on him in an attempt to get him to change his mind.
Meanwhile Jun had returned to his previous position right between Sho’s open legs, and without warning he felt something being pushed inside of him where Aiba’s fingers had been, making him sit up halfway and let out a startled gasp.
“Shit, ah, shit,” he couldn’t really get a grasp on his voice and the thing buzzing inside of him was sending all of his sensors off unexpectedly, making his toes curl and his eyes squeeze shut. He felt like a fire had been lit in his stomach and was spreading throughout the rest of him like a pile of dried leaves doused in kerosene.
In the mist of his sensation overload he felt a gentle hand on his hip, stroking a small circle, and he managed to pry his eyes open enough to see Ohno leaning over him with a consoling look.
“They did this to me too before,” he whispered quietly, leaning closer to Sho’s face as Aiba and Nino continued to argue, not quite realizing that the decision had already been made by Jun. Actually, the image of Ohno writhing in pleasure much as he himself was doing didn’t do much to help calm Sho down. “They like to watch and they like to tease, but they’ll always take care of you in the end. If you want to stop you just have to say so,” he continued as Jun snapped a picture of them and Sho managed a quick nod.
Staring into the vibrant eyes that were hidden underneath Ohno’s usual calm exterior, Sho realized that he was so close right now, distracted from his sketch pad and staring at Sho’s lips that were no doubt flushed and plump. “Satoshi-kun…” he got out in a dreamy tone, reaching up to pull him closer, not thinking of anything but this and the way his hips were still twitching uncontrollably.
And then the vibrator was pushed in even farther and Sho yelped, his ass coming all the way off the ground in surprise as his body jerked automatically. When he was finally able to do so, he looked down to find himself staring into Jun’s camera lens.
“Guess that’s my cue,” Nino chuckled, finally letting Aiba go and gingerly handing his friend his video camera. Aiba sighed, but it was obvious he wasn’t completely disappointed in being left out of the fun in order to continue on as the cameraman.
Nino stood and promptly reached for his own obi to undo it, letting his yukata drop simply to the ground around him, revealing his supple body. He wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath his traditional clothing, and was almost as hard as Sho was. After retrieving the lube and slicking his own fingers, he reached behind himself to prepare, climbing halfway on top of Sho in the process and allowing Ohno to be pulled back into his original position by Jun. Without a second thought Ohno picked up his pencil again and stared at Nino’s back as he began on his next piece.
“Do you like that, Sho-chan? You like that thing inside of you?” he asked as he wiggled against his stomach, the movement of his fingers at his ass felt through Sho’s skin, and the younger boy had his full attention now, Sho’s hands automatically resting on his spread thighs and sliding upward to his angled hips. “I’m gonna ride you now, Sho-chan, and Jun’s going to take pictures. Aiba’s going to film me fucking myself on your cock.”
Those dirty words drew a strangled moan from lips and he gripped onto Nino harder, hoping that he would finish his preparations soon.
And he did, probably just as impatient as Sho was, removing his hand to help balance himself with the help of the floor on one side as he slid backwards, the other one grasping for Sho’s cock and leading it to his ass.
There wasn’t any noise heard in the room as Nino lowered himself, with the exception of his gasping breaths and the constant click of Jun’s camera.
“Fuck, Nino-chan,” Aiba finally let out when he was only about halfway down, watching them through the video camera with a half open mouth, the three of them seated around Sho’s feet so that they could properly see the show that had been so carefully put on for them.
As if the first time he’d had sex wasn’t mind blowing enough, with that thing buzzing inside of him and the additional audience, this time was enough for Sho to forget completely that they were in a hotel on a supposed school trip supposedly making art.
(Well, if this was making art, Sho’s occupational goals just rearranged themselves.)
He grabbed onto Nino’s hips tightly as he finished taking all of Sho in and then paused when he heard Jun’s breathy voice saying, “That’s it, that’s it, right there,” followed by more pictures being taken. Nino’s face was stretched with emotion, his lips displaying his pleasure, but his closed eyes must have also held some pain from going too quickly. Just like he had been before, though, Nino was demanding and willing to take a little punishment to sate his impatience.
When a few seconds had passed, Nino’s body seemed to relax and he immediately pushed himself up a bit, the need for stimulation over taking possible retribution from Jun, but Sho responded after just two weak attempts at that, holding Nino where he wanted him and thrusting up sharply.
Nino let out a high pitched sound that was mostly caused by his sudden intake of breath and moved one hand to balance on Sho’s waist while the other one started jerking himself off, drawing the attention of the other three, all of whom moved in almost perfect unison to shift to the other side of the room in order to see Nino’s expressions as he forgot all about them and worked as hard as he could to bring out his own orgasm.
“Sho-chan! Fuck you’re so hot!” he gasped with half lidded eyes, sweat sliding down his neck and making his hair stick to his forehead as he bounced up and down in time with Sho’s thrusts, trying to move with the actions while still keeping enough balance to jerk off.
Pleasure was overwhelming him, from the perverted actions of being watched (by Ohno) to the gratification from Nino’s lips, not to mention that beautiful body doing all sorts of wonderful things to him, leaving him completely with no brain and all natural instincts, gritting his teeth as he strengthened his movements, his ass clenching together with the physical strain and making that goddamn thing go inside of him even farther and press against something that made him see white.
“Fuck, fuck I’m coming,” Sho shouted, unable to take the teasing buzz inside of him coupled with Nino’s eroticism anymore. As he released he let out a strangled moan between his teeth and brought Nino down to meet him for the final time, automatically tensing as heaven overtook him, his cock twitching inside of Nino as his stomach muscles spasmed from the continuous vibration inside of him, not stopping even though he had come.
Pleasure continued thrumming through him, only this time it was intensified by his orgasm and almost hurt. God, he needed that thing out of him.
After he was filled completely, no condom used this time (Sho would feel irresponsible later, but it wasn’t like they needed to worry about someone finding traces of their activities here), Nino moaned out another pleasure filled sound and spilled partly on his own hand and partly on Sho’s twitching stomach and obi, clenching around his spent cock and making the post-sex stimulation that much worse. It felt like all of the blood in his body had been pulled out of him through his dick and left him dehydrated and malnutritioned, and that whatever was left was still trying to escape.
Part 2