All For the Sake of Love
Title: All For the Sake of Love
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Aiba/Nino/Jun
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: When Nino bleaches his hair for a drama, the reactions of the other members are... exactly what he expected.
Notes: kokkaii's prize for my contest! Sorry it's taking me so long! In a similar style to The Course of True Love Never Did Run Smooth.
When Nino walks into Arashi’s waiting room, the only greeting is four blank stares.
His casual, “Good morning,” is met with stunned silence, and he even goes as far as to pour himself a cup of coffee from the communal pot and sit down before anyone gives a reply.
“You surprised me,” says Ohno, and Nino laughs because their Leader doesn’t appear to be surprised at all. Instead he looks like he’s still half asleep after crawling out of bed a few minutes prior.
“I didn’t imagine this, when you said you were getting your hair done for the drama,” Sho adds with a nervous smile, glancing over at Jun, who continues to stare at Nino with an intimidating aura, narrowing his eyes in disapproval.
Aiba tries to break the tension, sending his friend a genuine carefree smile. “Don’t worry Nino, it’s not so bad! We’ll get used to it!”
Although Nino is secretly worked up-worried about Arashi’s reaction but trying not to let it show-he forces a laugh and smacks Aiba over the head. “I don’t know whether that was supposed to be a compliment or an insult! Idiot!”
While they banter back and forth, Jun finally loses his cool and jumps up out of his chair to slam his hands down on the table.
“All of your hair follicles are dead! How dare you?!” he demands passionately. As he heads out of the room in his rage, he shoves his chair so it skids a bit, and slams the door behind him.
There’s a second span of silence, all of them staring at the door this time.
“Oh God. Oh God, you didn’t tell him, did you?” Sho asks with wide eyes, panicking. It’s already evident what kind of mood Jun has fallen into because of the situation, and they have to work with him all day.
“I didn’t think it was that important,” Nino replies easily. But despite his words he had just wanted to avoid Jun’s worrying for as long as possible, waiting until the last minute to deal with it. Surprising him like this hadn’t been the best plan, but Nino still thinks it’s better this way. Jun will get over it.
Besides, it’s only a few months.
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“Masaki, I’m hungry! Feed me!” Nino whines, leaning his head back on the couch with a game controller placed comfortably in his lap. He glances over at Aiba, who’s rummaging through the kitchen, and has been for the last thirty minutes or so.
“I can’t find the rice! I knew that Jun moved it somewhere else but-“
“For God’s sake!” he sighs, giving up on food and just going back to his game. It’s Jun’s night to cook (it’s almost always Jun’s night to cook), but ever since Nino had shown up with his bleached hair, Jun has been avoiding him-punishing him for keeping such a thing completely to himself. This punishment mostly entails not hanging out with them after work, despite two solid years of their triangle relationship. But Nino knows that Jun’s actions are taking just as much of a toll on Jun as the other two. He’s probably pulling his hair out wondering what kind of disaster Aiba could make in the kitchen, or even worse-potato chips for dinner!
It annoys Nino inexpressibly, and his revenge is simply not to care about any of it. Jun will get over his fit in time, and meanwhile Nino and Aiba will continue on without him.
Besides, Aiba’s couch is too comfortable to get off of anyway.
“It doesn’t matter. Grab whatever is close and get back in here!” At least there’s still one of them to snuggle with. Nino would have a much more difficult time dealing with Jun had Aiba not been there.
“Well, there’s marshmallows-“
“That’s fine! Get in here,” Nino yells back, then sighs when he hears several questionable sounds as Aiba hurries to fulfill his request. “Don’t break anything!” On the other hand, it isn’t so easy without Jun around to help him with damage control.
“This is so much better than rice, don’t you think?” Aiba giggles as he makes his way into the living room, his arms full of random pre-packaged items. Mostly junk food. “Matsujun would kill us.”
“Indeed. We should definitely use this opportunity to stuff our faces with the unhealthiest things we can find just to get back at him,” Nino replies in a sarcastic voice, although he means the words to some degree. He helps himself to the spicy corn chips and caramel sauce while Aiba rearranges himself next to him.
Once they’re snacking-good enough for the mood Nino is in-they trade back and forth on Mario until Aiba can’t concentrate anymore. There’s a glassy look in his eyes and hints of bottled pasta sauce forgotten around his mouth.
“Nino… I miss Jun. I wish he would come back,” he says sadly, staring at the screen.
After taking the controller, Nino sighs and wipes Aiba’s face with a tissue, trying to comfort him-both of them-- by wrapping his arms around him.
“Don’t worry. Tomorrow’s our date night that Jun insisted on having, since we ‘don’t get out enough.’ It was his idea in the first place. I don’t think he has the balls to cancel it. Even after seeing my hair.”
“Oh, that’s right.”
“That place he wanted to try, right? Don’t worry, he’ll be there.”
Luckily Nino’s voice sounds more confident than he actually is.
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It all starts off rather innocent.
Aiba wants to rent an apartment to save his parents some trouble since he’s coming home late these days and sometimes not at all, and his mother worries about that. Not to mention that the life of an idol is unpredictable at best, and it’s a bit far to go by train sometimes.
So he wants to rent an apartment, but he doesn’t want to live alone.
Which means that, more often than not, Nino comes home with him. Nino has his own place, but Aiba’s is better. The TV is much larger, and Aiba has no problem buying every console that Nino could ever use to compensate for his company.
From the beginning Jun is worried and nick-picks Aiba about details of their nights together-if they’re eating enough, if Nino is keeping him up when he should be sleeping, if the heating is working properly-and eventually just starts staying with them to keep himself from going crazy. He cooks, he cleans, and in the end, he has more of his personal belongings there than Aiba does.
It’s just one of those nights when they’re all there together that things fall into place. Jun is worked up about something that’s happened earlier, Aiba is trying to calm him down, and as Nino watches them he realizes what they’ve become. Without a second thought, he walks up to Jun and stops his pacing steps with a firm hand on Jun’s shoulders, and just kisses him on the mouth. All emotion drains from Jun’s face as he stares at Nino, and Aiba is mirroring the expression until he jumps right in like he’s been waiting to, but holding back. He kisses Jun first, then promptly Nino-who feels his head spin a little bit despite the fact that he started it.
Jun insists on “discussing” things, although he doesn’t object to any of it.
“We’re all busy,” he says. “We need to know what our boundaries are. What are we comfortable with?”
After a short chat which Nino deems unnecessary, they have sex together. It’s a bit of work at first with who is going to fuck who and who has been waiting for what the longest, but they manage. Nino thinks it’s the best sex he’s ever had, and is glad in the morning when the other two are both still there next to him.
It works for them, he supposes. With two it would be lonely. Although they see each other often enough because of work, it’s different than what they have behind closed doors. Nino would hate having to wait up late nights for Jun by himself, but now he has Aiba who will wait with him. And when Aiba has to leave for his many location filmings, Jun is there with a hot dinner and soft smile. And as overly mushy as it may be, Nino is also comforted to know that while Jun worries about him when Nino’s filming those month-at-a-time-can’t-sleep-at-all movies, that Aiba is there to mellow Jun’s mood out.
So when Nino comes home, it’s to a hug on both sides instead of Jun’s built up anxiety or Aiba’s bitten fingernails.
But they don’t live together. Aiba is still worried about bothering someone with his mismatched schedule, and sometimes Nino just has to play videogames without interruptions. Jun has his space to entertain his friends, and they’re all content.
For the most part.
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“Uhm…” Aiba mumbles, looking down at his phone, seated opposite of Nino at a low table. “Jun is refusing to meet up for dinner.” The pair had arrived at the restaurant and been seated already.
“What the fuck,” Nino groans in annoyance, pulling the phone out of Aiba’s hand to read the message for himself. He promptly flips through the address book and raises the phone to his ear as it starts to ring.
“Stop being an ass!” he says as soon as Jun picks up on the other end. “You were the one that arranged this stupid thing! If you don’t want to look at my hair bring a goddamn blindfold!”
“How the hell am I supposed to eat with a blindfold?!” Jun shoots back in an irritated voice, matching Nino’s own. He doesn’t even try to come up with an excuse for his irresponsible attitude.
But Nino ignores the question.
“Aiba-chan is going to cry if you don’t come, Jun. I know how you hate to see Aiba cry. And my hair follicles deserve a proper celebration for their lives well given! They will also cry if you don’t come.”
“They’re dead, Nino-“
Nino hangs up before a proper retaliation can be made.
Jun shows up fifteen minutes later.
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“I refuse to have sex with you until you accept the sacrifice of my hair follicles,” Nino says, standing in Aiba’s apartment with his hands on his hips, half drunk from the alcohol that went along with dinner.
“I don’t want to have sex with you,” Jun retorts sharply, also wobbling a little as he tries to stare Nino down. With a chuckle, Aiba pushes him towards the couch, where Jun collapses awkwardly, never taking his eyes off of Nino.
“But I bet Aiba does,” Nino smiles as he shuffles forward and wraps his arms around his target. The taller man laughs again and automatically returns the embrace, but doesn’t give in when Nino nods his head to encourage him.
“That would be mean. To do it without Jun-kun, when he’s right here.”
“Don’t you dare take his side!” Nino’s voice is slightly slurred, but his actions are confident and clear. He hooks his leg around Aiba’s thigh and pulls himself up to kiss him deeply, making Aiba stagger under his weight and lose concentration on the argument.
After a little work to regain his balance, Aiba stumbles forward and manages to crash them into the couch on top of Jun-his own resolution to the whole problem.
Nino lets out a yelp of pain, then struggles to get out between the two of them. Unfortunately, Aiba is too heavy and his actions too convenient, so Nino never succeeds (though whether that is due to his lack of effort or not, he will never admit).
“I said, no sex with Jun! No way!” he argues in a breathy voice, since the air had rushed out of him upon being crushed.
“And I said I didn’t need it!” Jun argues back. But Nino can hear the distraction in Jun’s voice, and feel Jun’s cock hardening at his back as he wiggles against him.
“Well either way, we’re doing it right here,” Aiba decides, laughing again and pushing up the bottom of Nino’s t-shirt until his soft stomach is exposed.
“Pervert!” Nino complains again, but doesn’t resist when Aiba leans down to tease his nipples with his flickering tongue. He lets out a small gasp, knowing how much Jun likes those, and arches his back a little more.
“You’re hair…” Jun sighs, his breath coming out near his ear. “It stinks.”
In the position they have ended up in, Jun has no choice but to bury his face in Nino’s newly bleached hair, eliciting such a…mood-killing response.
But Nino couldn’t care any less than he does at that moment. He ignores the comment and continues to writhe as Aiba massages his sides and spread kisses across his chest, easily getting Nino worked up in the ways that Aiba knows best. And if Nino’s head turns just slightly to rub his cheek against Jun’s lips, it’s pure coincidence.
Within a minute Aiba has gotten Nino’s pants off and focuses his tongue on his cock instead, his familiar touch letting Nino know exactly what is in store tonight. Sometimes Aiba just needs to get his energy out (by fucking for hours-Nino and Jun have already figured out how to make that work, mostly by using a cock ring and vibrator). Sometimes it is about showing affection and making love (part of that’s there now, in the way Aiba’s fingers massages his pelvis as he licks down the shaft of Nino’s cock). Sometimes it’s about making things better too (like after a bad day, or weeks of not seeing each other). Tonight it’s mostly the last genre.
Nino feels Jun suddenly jerk underneath him and looks down to watch Aiba’s other hand moving between Jun’s thighs. As much as he can see, anyway. A second later he feels it, though, Aiba’s fingers wiggling their way between their bodies, palm against Jun’s crotch, trapped there with Nino’s ass cheeks on the other side.
As Jun gasps right next to his ear, Nino can sense his own lips twitch in satisfaction. “Masaki,” he whines, trying to cover up his real emotions, “You’re fucking me, not him.” To emphasize his point, Nino wiggles his hips a bit, pressing down and forcing Aiba to hold him steady.
“This is a group effort!” Aiba retorts, looking up with an affectionate smile on his glossy lips. “Now cooperate while I take Jun’s pants off.”
“Only if you fuck me soon!” comes the impatient reply, followed by an annoyed click of his tongue. But Nino finds footing on the couch and lifts himself up enough that Aiba’s hands can work properly, jerking the fitted clothing off of Jun’s legs. It takes much more time than usual due to the position, but Aiba keeps at it and Jun doesn’t shoot out any warnings-which does more than enough to express how he’s feeling.
Nino’s harder now that he can feel Jun’s skin against his own, flushed with liquor and lust. Once they’re resettled, Aiba magically produces the lube from somewhere (a pocket most likely, since he always carries it around ‘just in case’), he sheds his own clothes much more accurately, and rejoins them. After climbing between Nino’s legs, Aiba pushes both sets of thighs wider with his own before pouring lube on his fingers and going to work opening Nino up.
“You’re both… fucking teases,” Jun gasps with heavy breaths, adjusting his body slightly under Nino to accommodate the position. There’s enough lube that Nino can imagine the way it’s dripping off of him onto Jun’s delicate skin, painting his thighs and getting his cock even wetter.
“You were the one to refuse sex,” Nino shoots back, his own voice only wavering slightly.
“Because you killed all of your hair! And you didn’t even tell me you were going to!” Jun whines in a very uncharacteristic fashion, and Nino arches his back a little as he feels Aiba’s long fingers beginning to stretch him properly.
“Is that what this is about?” He has to pause to take in some air because his heart is hammering far too quickly and he has no control over it. “It’s because… I knew you would-Ah.” When Aiba touches that spot-on purpose, Nino’s sure of that-he jerks unintentionally, which in turn causes a surprised moan from Jun.
“Sorry to interrupt your moment,” Aiba chuckles as he watches them, although he seems pleased that they’re at least talking about it, despite the timing. Nino hasn’t noticed until then, but Jun’s hands are gripping his hips firmly enough to keep the two of them stable in the small space they have to work with.
“It wasn’t a moment-“ they say together, and it takes all of Nino’s effort not to laugh. Even though they’re fighting, they’re back on the same wavelength.
His thoughts become quickly distracted though, when Aiba starts moving his fingers in an out of him rather roughly, finishing the process of stretching him open in preparation. He can feel his impatience rising, now that Jun is back here with them and he knows that they’ll be able to work things out eventually, even if it takes a few days and a bit more arguing. The important thing is that Jun isn’t ignoring the subject anymore.
“Masaki… Come on, fuck me,” Nino begs in his sexiest voice, and sees the immediate effect. Aiba’s eyes zone in on his and they become suddenly focused, although the fingers inside of him don’t stop moving, even as Aiba replies to egg him on.
“Is that what you want, Kazu?” asks Aiba in a tone just as deadly, almost a whisper, and he doesn’t even wait before he’s ripping the condom open and sliding it on, barely looking away from Nino at all through the motions.
As Aiba positions himself and slowly pushes inside, Nino can’t help but let out a low noise of satisfaction. Sometimes they have sex in pairs, but there’s no arguing that the moments in which Nino gets the most aroused is right here between the two of them.
“Fucking teases,” Jun whispers in his ear, and Nino can feel his lips moving as he talks. It sends a shiver down his spine, and he lifts his legs willingly when Aiba slides his palms under his knees.
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Nino is close with Aiba thrusting into him so haphazardly like he’s only looking for his own pleasure. Jun’s molded against him as if they’re both being fucked together, and Nino can feel want radiating off of Jun’s body. That validates Nino’s ego completely.
A string of profanities fall out of Nino’s mouth in his state of bliss, and they only increase when he sees the way Aiba tenses up. Just like every time he comes, Aiba bites his bottom lip and groans smoothly, pausing his breath before gasping like he’s just run an entire marathon by himself.
“Fuck no, you didn’t! Let me come!” Nino snaps back to reality, knowing that Aiba didn’t lose himself simply because he had no choice. That only happens when Nino and Jun team up together, and only after a bit of work. A drunken party and watching your two boyfriends make up did not elicit such negligence.
Aiba looks down at him with his best carefree, self-satisfied smile as he secures the condom and pulls out. “Ah, too bad. Guess Jun’ll have to finish you off.”
“I can’t believe you’re starting on this shitty game too,” Nino complains in a breathy voice, but even if he wants to get up and stomp out of the room, Jun’s holding onto him firmly, waiting for a little more urging before he gives in and just takes the excuse.
“He’s hard as a rock. So are you,” Aiba points out happily. “I don’t see the problem.” He moves out of position between their legs and helps Jun prop his knees up for better access. After pulling out a second condom, he pushes Nino over so that he can get it on Jun properly, and Nino sighs but complies. He wants to come, and there’s no way he’s going to refuse getting off, especially if it’s Jun. No one honestly refuses sex with Jun. Ever.
“This doesn’t mean-“ Jun pauses to gasp unexpectedly, but forces himself to continue, “That I forgive you. It’s just-“
As Jun starts the penetration with the guide of Aiba’s hand, Nino lets out a loud moan to shut him up and allows Aiba to pull him up a little to make the position easier. He’s still close, and he knows Jun’s not going to last long either.
Jun’s hips thrust up and their two bodies shift into place perfectly as Nino grasps onto Aiba’s upper arms for balance. Something about the way Jun has a bit of bite tonight is making Nino hot, since Jun is usually so tender and sweet during and after sex. The fact that he still hasn’t given up on the argument makes Nino want to provoke him even more-if only he had the thinking power to do so.
“That’s it, Kazu,” mumbles Aiba, leaning forward to spread kisses over his face. His hands have found their way to Nino’s hips, and they force him up a little before letting him back down. Jun takes immediate action and, grabbing his waist hard, thrusts with all of his energy, making Nino’s cock spasm a bit.
“Holy fuck, Jun, please,” he gasps with all four hands on him, closing his eyes to hold back the emotion, but it doesn’t work. After the next thrust Aiba is pulling on his dick hard, and he comes in a second, dragging Jun behind him.
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“I didn’t want you to worry about it,” Nino finally says honestly, once they’re all freshened up and lying in bed and the tipsiness comes back. Aiba’s made sure Jun and Nino are next to each other, and for one reason or another Jun’s the one that ends up in the middle. Maybe it’s to make sure he doesn’t run away in the dead of night. “You already worry enough.”
“Worry about your hair follicles?” Jun scoffs. But he shifts a little and that gives him away. “I wouldn’t worry about something stupid like that.”
“Yes you would,” Nino replied without thinking, then corrects himself. “You are.”
“You are,” Aiba repeats unhelpfully.
“Whatever. Go to bed Ninomiya.”
“After you, Matsumoto.”
“Hey, I thought you guys were making up,” Aiba interrupts in disappointment, and Jun and Nino sigh in unison.
“I knew this would happen,” Nino starts again, then yawns, and even though Jun argues back-they continue arguing for a while-the next day he won’t remember what either of them said.
+++
Aiba arrives back to his apartment after a long day of traveling to be pleasantly surprised by Nino and Jun in his living room doing… things.
Nino is casually sitting on the floor between Jun’s legs with a towel around his neck, and Jun is running his hands through Nino’s wet hair.
“It’s heavier than before, don’t you think?” Nino is saying before they both turn towards the door to greet a suddenly-much-happier Aiba.
“Hey guys! I’m home!”
“Welcome home,” Jun replies immediately, going out of his way to avoid explaining what’s happening despite the fact there are five different bottles of beauty products on the table next to him.
“Welcome home,” Nino echoes, and his smile is on the edge of conceited. Aiba sheds his jacket and socks near the entry-way, and immediately shuffles over to the couch to watch the pair. Now that he’s closer he can tell that there is some sort of shiny goop on Jun’s hands, which he is massaging into Nino’s scalp and it certainly looks very relaxing. Maybe Jun will do him next when Nino is finished.
After a moment of silence, Nino explains, “Jun’s trying to bring my hair back to life. I’m going to have zombie hair.”
Aiba thinks that sounds cool, and he says as much.
“We’ll see if it works,” Nino chuckles with a twinkle in his eye and Aiba sits down on the floor, tired despite his enthusiasm for experimenting with Nino’s hair. “Once it’s reanimated it might try to take over the world or something,” he teases, rolling his eyes back to attempt to look at Jun without moving his head too much.
But Jun doesn’t rise to the bait and continues his work with stiff and courteous movements.
“Then we can train Jun’s hair to combat it, Nino,” Aiba takes up the conversation with ease. “It can wear sexy outfits, and his eyebrows will be the sidekicks-“
“You’re both idiots,” Jun finally interrupts, and Aiba can’t help but smile at his obvious affection for them both.
“And you love us, don’t you Jun-pon,” Nino replies with his own smirk. Although his hair is wet and covered in gel, he leans back against Jun’s leg and Jun doesn’t even get mad at him (yet).
“I’m glad you’re back, Jun,” Aiba adds for good measure and snuggles into all the crevices between the other two before wondering what’s for dinner.
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A/N: For kokkaii who requested about Nino's bleached hair, but it's late now. T__T I'm sorry. It's still slightly blond!! Also, this was supposed to be funnier than it turned out, but I hope it's okay.
Several of my kinks came out in this story: Matsumiya arguing, Nino always on bottom (several times), and peace-maker!Aiba. :3 I keep saying this, but I'll post the last parts of the ninja story soon! If I don't get it back from yarukizero by next weekend I'll post it anyway.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Aiba/Nino/Jun
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: When Nino bleaches his hair for a drama, the reactions of the other members are... exactly what he expected.
Notes: kokkaii's prize for my contest! Sorry it's taking me so long! In a similar style to The Course of True Love Never Did Run Smooth.
When Nino walks into Arashi’s waiting room, the only greeting is four blank stares.
His casual, “Good morning,” is met with stunned silence, and he even goes as far as to pour himself a cup of coffee from the communal pot and sit down before anyone gives a reply.
“You surprised me,” says Ohno, and Nino laughs because their Leader doesn’t appear to be surprised at all. Instead he looks like he’s still half asleep after crawling out of bed a few minutes prior.
“I didn’t imagine this, when you said you were getting your hair done for the drama,” Sho adds with a nervous smile, glancing over at Jun, who continues to stare at Nino with an intimidating aura, narrowing his eyes in disapproval.
Aiba tries to break the tension, sending his friend a genuine carefree smile. “Don’t worry Nino, it’s not so bad! We’ll get used to it!”
Although Nino is secretly worked up-worried about Arashi’s reaction but trying not to let it show-he forces a laugh and smacks Aiba over the head. “I don’t know whether that was supposed to be a compliment or an insult! Idiot!”
While they banter back and forth, Jun finally loses his cool and jumps up out of his chair to slam his hands down on the table.
“All of your hair follicles are dead! How dare you?!” he demands passionately. As he heads out of the room in his rage, he shoves his chair so it skids a bit, and slams the door behind him.
There’s a second span of silence, all of them staring at the door this time.
“Oh God. Oh God, you didn’t tell him, did you?” Sho asks with wide eyes, panicking. It’s already evident what kind of mood Jun has fallen into because of the situation, and they have to work with him all day.
“I didn’t think it was that important,” Nino replies easily. But despite his words he had just wanted to avoid Jun’s worrying for as long as possible, waiting until the last minute to deal with it. Surprising him like this hadn’t been the best plan, but Nino still thinks it’s better this way. Jun will get over it.
Besides, it’s only a few months.
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“Masaki, I’m hungry! Feed me!” Nino whines, leaning his head back on the couch with a game controller placed comfortably in his lap. He glances over at Aiba, who’s rummaging through the kitchen, and has been for the last thirty minutes or so.
“I can’t find the rice! I knew that Jun moved it somewhere else but-“
“For God’s sake!” he sighs, giving up on food and just going back to his game. It’s Jun’s night to cook (it’s almost always Jun’s night to cook), but ever since Nino had shown up with his bleached hair, Jun has been avoiding him-punishing him for keeping such a thing completely to himself. This punishment mostly entails not hanging out with them after work, despite two solid years of their triangle relationship. But Nino knows that Jun’s actions are taking just as much of a toll on Jun as the other two. He’s probably pulling his hair out wondering what kind of disaster Aiba could make in the kitchen, or even worse-potato chips for dinner!
It annoys Nino inexpressibly, and his revenge is simply not to care about any of it. Jun will get over his fit in time, and meanwhile Nino and Aiba will continue on without him.
Besides, Aiba’s couch is too comfortable to get off of anyway.
“It doesn’t matter. Grab whatever is close and get back in here!” At least there’s still one of them to snuggle with. Nino would have a much more difficult time dealing with Jun had Aiba not been there.
“Well, there’s marshmallows-“
“That’s fine! Get in here,” Nino yells back, then sighs when he hears several questionable sounds as Aiba hurries to fulfill his request. “Don’t break anything!” On the other hand, it isn’t so easy without Jun around to help him with damage control.
“This is so much better than rice, don’t you think?” Aiba giggles as he makes his way into the living room, his arms full of random pre-packaged items. Mostly junk food. “Matsujun would kill us.”
“Indeed. We should definitely use this opportunity to stuff our faces with the unhealthiest things we can find just to get back at him,” Nino replies in a sarcastic voice, although he means the words to some degree. He helps himself to the spicy corn chips and caramel sauce while Aiba rearranges himself next to him.
Once they’re snacking-good enough for the mood Nino is in-they trade back and forth on Mario until Aiba can’t concentrate anymore. There’s a glassy look in his eyes and hints of bottled pasta sauce forgotten around his mouth.
“Nino… I miss Jun. I wish he would come back,” he says sadly, staring at the screen.
After taking the controller, Nino sighs and wipes Aiba’s face with a tissue, trying to comfort him-both of them-- by wrapping his arms around him.
“Don’t worry. Tomorrow’s our date night that Jun insisted on having, since we ‘don’t get out enough.’ It was his idea in the first place. I don’t think he has the balls to cancel it. Even after seeing my hair.”
“Oh, that’s right.”
“That place he wanted to try, right? Don’t worry, he’ll be there.”
Luckily Nino’s voice sounds more confident than he actually is.
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It all starts off rather innocent.
Aiba wants to rent an apartment to save his parents some trouble since he’s coming home late these days and sometimes not at all, and his mother worries about that. Not to mention that the life of an idol is unpredictable at best, and it’s a bit far to go by train sometimes.
So he wants to rent an apartment, but he doesn’t want to live alone.
Which means that, more often than not, Nino comes home with him. Nino has his own place, but Aiba’s is better. The TV is much larger, and Aiba has no problem buying every console that Nino could ever use to compensate for his company.
From the beginning Jun is worried and nick-picks Aiba about details of their nights together-if they’re eating enough, if Nino is keeping him up when he should be sleeping, if the heating is working properly-and eventually just starts staying with them to keep himself from going crazy. He cooks, he cleans, and in the end, he has more of his personal belongings there than Aiba does.
It’s just one of those nights when they’re all there together that things fall into place. Jun is worked up about something that’s happened earlier, Aiba is trying to calm him down, and as Nino watches them he realizes what they’ve become. Without a second thought, he walks up to Jun and stops his pacing steps with a firm hand on Jun’s shoulders, and just kisses him on the mouth. All emotion drains from Jun’s face as he stares at Nino, and Aiba is mirroring the expression until he jumps right in like he’s been waiting to, but holding back. He kisses Jun first, then promptly Nino-who feels his head spin a little bit despite the fact that he started it.
Jun insists on “discussing” things, although he doesn’t object to any of it.
“We’re all busy,” he says. “We need to know what our boundaries are. What are we comfortable with?”
After a short chat which Nino deems unnecessary, they have sex together. It’s a bit of work at first with who is going to fuck who and who has been waiting for what the longest, but they manage. Nino thinks it’s the best sex he’s ever had, and is glad in the morning when the other two are both still there next to him.
It works for them, he supposes. With two it would be lonely. Although they see each other often enough because of work, it’s different than what they have behind closed doors. Nino would hate having to wait up late nights for Jun by himself, but now he has Aiba who will wait with him. And when Aiba has to leave for his many location filmings, Jun is there with a hot dinner and soft smile. And as overly mushy as it may be, Nino is also comforted to know that while Jun worries about him when Nino’s filming those month-at-a-time-can’t-sleep-at-all movies, that Aiba is there to mellow Jun’s mood out.
So when Nino comes home, it’s to a hug on both sides instead of Jun’s built up anxiety or Aiba’s bitten fingernails.
But they don’t live together. Aiba is still worried about bothering someone with his mismatched schedule, and sometimes Nino just has to play videogames without interruptions. Jun has his space to entertain his friends, and they’re all content.
For the most part.
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“Uhm…” Aiba mumbles, looking down at his phone, seated opposite of Nino at a low table. “Jun is refusing to meet up for dinner.” The pair had arrived at the restaurant and been seated already.
“What the fuck,” Nino groans in annoyance, pulling the phone out of Aiba’s hand to read the message for himself. He promptly flips through the address book and raises the phone to his ear as it starts to ring.
“Stop being an ass!” he says as soon as Jun picks up on the other end. “You were the one that arranged this stupid thing! If you don’t want to look at my hair bring a goddamn blindfold!”
“How the hell am I supposed to eat with a blindfold?!” Jun shoots back in an irritated voice, matching Nino’s own. He doesn’t even try to come up with an excuse for his irresponsible attitude.
But Nino ignores the question.
“Aiba-chan is going to cry if you don’t come, Jun. I know how you hate to see Aiba cry. And my hair follicles deserve a proper celebration for their lives well given! They will also cry if you don’t come.”
“They’re dead, Nino-“
Nino hangs up before a proper retaliation can be made.
Jun shows up fifteen minutes later.
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“I refuse to have sex with you until you accept the sacrifice of my hair follicles,” Nino says, standing in Aiba’s apartment with his hands on his hips, half drunk from the alcohol that went along with dinner.
“I don’t want to have sex with you,” Jun retorts sharply, also wobbling a little as he tries to stare Nino down. With a chuckle, Aiba pushes him towards the couch, where Jun collapses awkwardly, never taking his eyes off of Nino.
“But I bet Aiba does,” Nino smiles as he shuffles forward and wraps his arms around his target. The taller man laughs again and automatically returns the embrace, but doesn’t give in when Nino nods his head to encourage him.
“That would be mean. To do it without Jun-kun, when he’s right here.”
“Don’t you dare take his side!” Nino’s voice is slightly slurred, but his actions are confident and clear. He hooks his leg around Aiba’s thigh and pulls himself up to kiss him deeply, making Aiba stagger under his weight and lose concentration on the argument.
After a little work to regain his balance, Aiba stumbles forward and manages to crash them into the couch on top of Jun-his own resolution to the whole problem.
Nino lets out a yelp of pain, then struggles to get out between the two of them. Unfortunately, Aiba is too heavy and his actions too convenient, so Nino never succeeds (though whether that is due to his lack of effort or not, he will never admit).
“I said, no sex with Jun! No way!” he argues in a breathy voice, since the air had rushed out of him upon being crushed.
“And I said I didn’t need it!” Jun argues back. But Nino can hear the distraction in Jun’s voice, and feel Jun’s cock hardening at his back as he wiggles against him.
“Well either way, we’re doing it right here,” Aiba decides, laughing again and pushing up the bottom of Nino’s t-shirt until his soft stomach is exposed.
“Pervert!” Nino complains again, but doesn’t resist when Aiba leans down to tease his nipples with his flickering tongue. He lets out a small gasp, knowing how much Jun likes those, and arches his back a little more.
“You’re hair…” Jun sighs, his breath coming out near his ear. “It stinks.”
In the position they have ended up in, Jun has no choice but to bury his face in Nino’s newly bleached hair, eliciting such a…mood-killing response.
But Nino couldn’t care any less than he does at that moment. He ignores the comment and continues to writhe as Aiba massages his sides and spread kisses across his chest, easily getting Nino worked up in the ways that Aiba knows best. And if Nino’s head turns just slightly to rub his cheek against Jun’s lips, it’s pure coincidence.
Within a minute Aiba has gotten Nino’s pants off and focuses his tongue on his cock instead, his familiar touch letting Nino know exactly what is in store tonight. Sometimes Aiba just needs to get his energy out (by fucking for hours-Nino and Jun have already figured out how to make that work, mostly by using a cock ring and vibrator). Sometimes it is about showing affection and making love (part of that’s there now, in the way Aiba’s fingers massages his pelvis as he licks down the shaft of Nino’s cock). Sometimes it’s about making things better too (like after a bad day, or weeks of not seeing each other). Tonight it’s mostly the last genre.
Nino feels Jun suddenly jerk underneath him and looks down to watch Aiba’s other hand moving between Jun’s thighs. As much as he can see, anyway. A second later he feels it, though, Aiba’s fingers wiggling their way between their bodies, palm against Jun’s crotch, trapped there with Nino’s ass cheeks on the other side.
As Jun gasps right next to his ear, Nino can sense his own lips twitch in satisfaction. “Masaki,” he whines, trying to cover up his real emotions, “You’re fucking me, not him.” To emphasize his point, Nino wiggles his hips a bit, pressing down and forcing Aiba to hold him steady.
“This is a group effort!” Aiba retorts, looking up with an affectionate smile on his glossy lips. “Now cooperate while I take Jun’s pants off.”
“Only if you fuck me soon!” comes the impatient reply, followed by an annoyed click of his tongue. But Nino finds footing on the couch and lifts himself up enough that Aiba’s hands can work properly, jerking the fitted clothing off of Jun’s legs. It takes much more time than usual due to the position, but Aiba keeps at it and Jun doesn’t shoot out any warnings-which does more than enough to express how he’s feeling.
Nino’s harder now that he can feel Jun’s skin against his own, flushed with liquor and lust. Once they’re resettled, Aiba magically produces the lube from somewhere (a pocket most likely, since he always carries it around ‘just in case’), he sheds his own clothes much more accurately, and rejoins them. After climbing between Nino’s legs, Aiba pushes both sets of thighs wider with his own before pouring lube on his fingers and going to work opening Nino up.
“You’re both… fucking teases,” Jun gasps with heavy breaths, adjusting his body slightly under Nino to accommodate the position. There’s enough lube that Nino can imagine the way it’s dripping off of him onto Jun’s delicate skin, painting his thighs and getting his cock even wetter.
“You were the one to refuse sex,” Nino shoots back, his own voice only wavering slightly.
“Because you killed all of your hair! And you didn’t even tell me you were going to!” Jun whines in a very uncharacteristic fashion, and Nino arches his back a little as he feels Aiba’s long fingers beginning to stretch him properly.
“Is that what this is about?” He has to pause to take in some air because his heart is hammering far too quickly and he has no control over it. “It’s because… I knew you would-Ah.” When Aiba touches that spot-on purpose, Nino’s sure of that-he jerks unintentionally, which in turn causes a surprised moan from Jun.
“Sorry to interrupt your moment,” Aiba chuckles as he watches them, although he seems pleased that they’re at least talking about it, despite the timing. Nino hasn’t noticed until then, but Jun’s hands are gripping his hips firmly enough to keep the two of them stable in the small space they have to work with.
“It wasn’t a moment-“ they say together, and it takes all of Nino’s effort not to laugh. Even though they’re fighting, they’re back on the same wavelength.
His thoughts become quickly distracted though, when Aiba starts moving his fingers in an out of him rather roughly, finishing the process of stretching him open in preparation. He can feel his impatience rising, now that Jun is back here with them and he knows that they’ll be able to work things out eventually, even if it takes a few days and a bit more arguing. The important thing is that Jun isn’t ignoring the subject anymore.
“Masaki… Come on, fuck me,” Nino begs in his sexiest voice, and sees the immediate effect. Aiba’s eyes zone in on his and they become suddenly focused, although the fingers inside of him don’t stop moving, even as Aiba replies to egg him on.
“Is that what you want, Kazu?” asks Aiba in a tone just as deadly, almost a whisper, and he doesn’t even wait before he’s ripping the condom open and sliding it on, barely looking away from Nino at all through the motions.
As Aiba positions himself and slowly pushes inside, Nino can’t help but let out a low noise of satisfaction. Sometimes they have sex in pairs, but there’s no arguing that the moments in which Nino gets the most aroused is right here between the two of them.
“Fucking teases,” Jun whispers in his ear, and Nino can feel his lips moving as he talks. It sends a shiver down his spine, and he lifts his legs willingly when Aiba slides his palms under his knees.
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Nino is close with Aiba thrusting into him so haphazardly like he’s only looking for his own pleasure. Jun’s molded against him as if they’re both being fucked together, and Nino can feel want radiating off of Jun’s body. That validates Nino’s ego completely.
A string of profanities fall out of Nino’s mouth in his state of bliss, and they only increase when he sees the way Aiba tenses up. Just like every time he comes, Aiba bites his bottom lip and groans smoothly, pausing his breath before gasping like he’s just run an entire marathon by himself.
“Fuck no, you didn’t! Let me come!” Nino snaps back to reality, knowing that Aiba didn’t lose himself simply because he had no choice. That only happens when Nino and Jun team up together, and only after a bit of work. A drunken party and watching your two boyfriends make up did not elicit such negligence.
Aiba looks down at him with his best carefree, self-satisfied smile as he secures the condom and pulls out. “Ah, too bad. Guess Jun’ll have to finish you off.”
“I can’t believe you’re starting on this shitty game too,” Nino complains in a breathy voice, but even if he wants to get up and stomp out of the room, Jun’s holding onto him firmly, waiting for a little more urging before he gives in and just takes the excuse.
“He’s hard as a rock. So are you,” Aiba points out happily. “I don’t see the problem.” He moves out of position between their legs and helps Jun prop his knees up for better access. After pulling out a second condom, he pushes Nino over so that he can get it on Jun properly, and Nino sighs but complies. He wants to come, and there’s no way he’s going to refuse getting off, especially if it’s Jun. No one honestly refuses sex with Jun. Ever.
“This doesn’t mean-“ Jun pauses to gasp unexpectedly, but forces himself to continue, “That I forgive you. It’s just-“
As Jun starts the penetration with the guide of Aiba’s hand, Nino lets out a loud moan to shut him up and allows Aiba to pull him up a little to make the position easier. He’s still close, and he knows Jun’s not going to last long either.
Jun’s hips thrust up and their two bodies shift into place perfectly as Nino grasps onto Aiba’s upper arms for balance. Something about the way Jun has a bit of bite tonight is making Nino hot, since Jun is usually so tender and sweet during and after sex. The fact that he still hasn’t given up on the argument makes Nino want to provoke him even more-if only he had the thinking power to do so.
“That’s it, Kazu,” mumbles Aiba, leaning forward to spread kisses over his face. His hands have found their way to Nino’s hips, and they force him up a little before letting him back down. Jun takes immediate action and, grabbing his waist hard, thrusts with all of his energy, making Nino’s cock spasm a bit.
“Holy fuck, Jun, please,” he gasps with all four hands on him, closing his eyes to hold back the emotion, but it doesn’t work. After the next thrust Aiba is pulling on his dick hard, and he comes in a second, dragging Jun behind him.
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“I didn’t want you to worry about it,” Nino finally says honestly, once they’re all freshened up and lying in bed and the tipsiness comes back. Aiba’s made sure Jun and Nino are next to each other, and for one reason or another Jun’s the one that ends up in the middle. Maybe it’s to make sure he doesn’t run away in the dead of night. “You already worry enough.”
“Worry about your hair follicles?” Jun scoffs. But he shifts a little and that gives him away. “I wouldn’t worry about something stupid like that.”
“Yes you would,” Nino replied without thinking, then corrects himself. “You are.”
“You are,” Aiba repeats unhelpfully.
“Whatever. Go to bed Ninomiya.”
“After you, Matsumoto.”
“Hey, I thought you guys were making up,” Aiba interrupts in disappointment, and Jun and Nino sigh in unison.
“I knew this would happen,” Nino starts again, then yawns, and even though Jun argues back-they continue arguing for a while-the next day he won’t remember what either of them said.
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Aiba arrives back to his apartment after a long day of traveling to be pleasantly surprised by Nino and Jun in his living room doing… things.
Nino is casually sitting on the floor between Jun’s legs with a towel around his neck, and Jun is running his hands through Nino’s wet hair.
“It’s heavier than before, don’t you think?” Nino is saying before they both turn towards the door to greet a suddenly-much-happier Aiba.
“Hey guys! I’m home!”
“Welcome home,” Jun replies immediately, going out of his way to avoid explaining what’s happening despite the fact there are five different bottles of beauty products on the table next to him.
“Welcome home,” Nino echoes, and his smile is on the edge of conceited. Aiba sheds his jacket and socks near the entry-way, and immediately shuffles over to the couch to watch the pair. Now that he’s closer he can tell that there is some sort of shiny goop on Jun’s hands, which he is massaging into Nino’s scalp and it certainly looks very relaxing. Maybe Jun will do him next when Nino is finished.
After a moment of silence, Nino explains, “Jun’s trying to bring my hair back to life. I’m going to have zombie hair.”
Aiba thinks that sounds cool, and he says as much.
“We’ll see if it works,” Nino chuckles with a twinkle in his eye and Aiba sits down on the floor, tired despite his enthusiasm for experimenting with Nino’s hair. “Once it’s reanimated it might try to take over the world or something,” he teases, rolling his eyes back to attempt to look at Jun without moving his head too much.
But Jun doesn’t rise to the bait and continues his work with stiff and courteous movements.
“Then we can train Jun’s hair to combat it, Nino,” Aiba takes up the conversation with ease. “It can wear sexy outfits, and his eyebrows will be the sidekicks-“
“You’re both idiots,” Jun finally interrupts, and Aiba can’t help but smile at his obvious affection for them both.
“And you love us, don’t you Jun-pon,” Nino replies with his own smirk. Although his hair is wet and covered in gel, he leans back against Jun’s leg and Jun doesn’t even get mad at him (yet).
“I’m glad you’re back, Jun,” Aiba adds for good measure and snuggles into all the crevices between the other two before wondering what’s for dinner.
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A/N: For kokkaii who requested about Nino's bleached hair, but it's late now. T__T I'm sorry. It's still slightly blond!! Also, this was supposed to be funnier than it turned out, but I hope it's okay.
Several of my kinks came out in this story: Matsumiya arguing, Nino always on bottom (several times), and peace-maker!Aiba. :3 I keep saying this, but I'll post the last parts of the ninja story soon! If I don't get it back from yarukizero by next weekend I'll post it anyway.