Nino's Bicycle
Title: Nino’s Bicycle (part one)
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Jun/Nino, Aiba/Nino, Aiba/Nino/Jun, Ohno/Nino, Sho/Nino, Touma/Nino, NEWS/Nino, various other implied pairings
Warnings: promiscuity, alcohol use, group sex/threesome
Summary: Just because Nino likes sex doesn’t mean he can’t believe in love too.
Notes: Orignally written for the exchange at kitto_slutparty (last year, omg I'm sorry for not posting in forever, and nothing new at that... OTL). Original post can be found here.
Nino’s bicycle stopped with a rusty squeak, and he jumped off of it with a spurt of energy, popping out the metal stand to park it with a practiced flick of his foot. Letting out an easy whistle of a nameless tune, he turned to the white freezer box strapped on the back and opened it.
Along with the invoice on top, he pulled out two glass bottles of cold milk before replacing the lid.
The path to the house was made of flat rocks fitted together, and he strode across it with familiarity, ringing the bell and bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waited for the door to be answered.
He didn’t have to wait long. Within a few seconds a middle aged woman with kind eyes opened the door and smiled at him.
“Ninomiya-kun! What good timing. Come in, come in!”
Nino grinned and let out an excuse me under his breath before promptly following her inside the small one story house.
“Would you like some lunch? I’ve just finished Satoshi’s, if you don’t mind bringing it out to him. He’s in his studio today.”
“Not fishing?” asked Nino as he set the bottles of milk down on the kitchen table. That ended the business transaction part of this trip, but he had plenty of time until he had to make his next stop.
“Not today, honey,” Mrs. Ohno replied with a sweet expression and handed him a plate of sandwiches. More than enough for two grown men. “And take one of those bottles too,” she added, pointing at the milk Nino had just been holding.
He did as he was told with a smirk, taking the lunch out the back door, where there was a fantastic view of the ocean-although, to be fair, there weren’t many places on this island that didn’t boast a similar sight. Wandering through the well kept garden, he pushed open the wooden gate with his hip and walked the rest of the way to a small stand-alone pavilion, which had been fitted with walls on this side. The privacy wasn’t for much more than keeping the sun off of Ohno’s archive of works, but it was just enough protection that the artist could sleep there most nights if he wanted to, even in the rainy season.
“Sato-yan,” Nino called out playfully as he rounded the side of the building and peeked into the pavilion, the sea breeze ruffling his hair a bit. There in the middle of floor was his friend, sitting on top of a blanket with a small canvas in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, various oil paints and pallets surrounding him haphazardly.
“Nino.” Ohno turned his dazed face towards him and smiled sleepily. “You’re here.”
“I’m here,” Nino laughed, slipping off his sandals and stepping up onto the wooden platform. “I brought you lunch.”
“Thank you,” Ohno replied, but didn’t move to take the food, so Nino set it on the floor, already seeing where things were going. His eyes met Ohno’s and Ohno smiled once he saw the recognition reflected back. “Will you model for me?” he asked innocently.
“Of course.” As Nino slowly stepped closer, he pulled his t-shirt over his head and dropped it onto the ground.
Ohno grinned at him, and quickly put down his work in progress canvas to pull out another.
By the time he had found a blank one in several piles of finished pieces, Nino had discarded the rest of his clothes and had made himself comfortable on the floor. His position was right in front of Ohno’s space, with the ocean as a beautiful backdrop, but Nino knew the finished product probably wouldn’t reflect that.
More often than not it didn’t get finished at all.
+++
His second delivery of the day was at the local sports center, and when he walked in with four bottles of milk (it took all of his strength to lift the box onto the reception counter) he was met with a huge grin from the yoga instructor, Okura.
“Nino! Welcome! We’re not very busy today, so how about coming into the back and I’ll give you a private lesson?” he offered quickly with a wide grin that showed all of his teeth, but Nino smirked at him and resisted when Okura slipped his arm around his shoulder to pull him towards the back of the gym room.
“Ah, my milk! Nino?”
Okura stopped dead and cringed a little while Nino continued to smirk at him, having already predicted the situation, since this happened almost every week.
Sho came into view through the door leading to the offices and he zoned in on the two of them immediately, his mouth forming a pout with his eyebrows furrowed.
“Okura! Get back to work!” he said harshly. Okura rolled his eyes and mouthed next time to Nino before he sulked to the back of the gym, and Nino turned to Sho, watching Sho’s gaze immediately soften again. “Right on time as usual.”
“Only because you’re a stickler for that stuff,” Nino teased. Leaning against the counter, he picked out the crumbled invoice from between the bottles of milk and handed it over to Sho, who looked down at it briefly before dropping it into his pile out of view.
“Come on back while I put these in the fridge,” Sho suggested, gently pulling Nino’s hand into his and picking up the four pack of milk in the other-without even flinching. It took all of Nino’s strength to deliver those four heavy bottles each week, and he took a second to appreciate Sho’s curvy muscles. Well, he’d have a lot more time to appreciate them in a few minutes.
Nino swung their hands back and forth as they walked the short span of Sho’s office and into the break room. In order to use only one hand while the other was occupied, Sho set the milk down on the small table for a second before opening the fridge and putting them inside. Nino was pretty positive it was Sho’s willpower alone that made him drink all of that milk each week, since only one bottle was enough to keep Nino coming back. He probably thought he was showing Nino his love or something by ordering that many, and he could picture Sho devotedly drinking from them every chance he could.
“Now,” Sho sighed as he closed the fridge, looking over at Nino enthusiastically. “How have you been?” he asked, just like he did every week, pulling Nino to the worn-but clean-couch with him. Snuggling right into Sho’s side the second he sat down, Nino ran his open hand over Sho’s chest, checking how big the muscles were today. Sometimes they were bulging with a morning exercise, but today Sho must have had office work because they were pretty normal. Not that Nino was complaining.
“Oh, the same. Regular orders, regular rounds, trying to get things taken care of before the summer rush.” Nino’s voice was light, but he knew that Sho liked to talk in general, and would get fidgety if they went right to the sex part. It was better to wait for Sho, who was pretty predictable for someone who knew him as long as Nino had.
“Yes, things have been slow around here, but we’re preparing for the summer classes…” Sho replied distractedly as he watched Nino’s face. Nino smiled at him, and shifted into a better position when Sho ran his hand up his arm to his neck.
“Mm, yeah, summer,” Nino mumbled back in a lower voice, his mouth parting when Sho touched his lips.
“Things’ll get busy,” Sho commented wistfully, and Nino realized it would be awhile until the next time Sho would be free like this. But, it was fine, they had right now anyway and Nino had plenty of other people he was distracted with.
“Do you have a condom?” Nino decided to cut the small talk short. He could already see how much Sho wanted him, so it was probably fine.
“Yes, I have twenty today, God I’m so sorry about last week,” Sho panted back, and Nino laughed at him openly because Sho had always amused him in ways like that.
“Not my problem. You already know my policy.” Nino felt Sho’s slight nudge to push him back onto the couch and he did so slowly, allowing for time to let Sho follow him, which he did.
“I know, I know,” Sho shot back, getting plenty worked up, and finally he leaned down for a kiss, pressing his lips hard against Nino’s.
And Sho was always really, really good with his mouth.
+++
“Delivery for Mr. Kamenashi,” Nino called out in a joking tone, then pulled open the screen door without waiting for an answer.
He strode into the kitchen of the bar without a second thought, putting the bottles into the fridge and sticking the invoice to the front with his usual magnet. No one had come out to greet him yet, so he headed to the store front, which wouldn’t be opened for business for several more hours.
“Hey, thanks!” Kame smiled at him as soon as Nino stepped into the dimly lit bar, and Nino saluted before stepping up to the counter and taking a seat across from Kame. “Wanna drink?”
With a smirk, Nino feigned indifference even though he loved getting free stuff. But if Kame thought he was getting greedy he’d back off, which was a quirk that Nino put to good use more than once.
“It’s pretty hot today,” Kame commented with a wink, and, not waiting for Nino to say anything, pulled a bottle of alcohol off the shelf behind him and started mixing something together.
“Yeah, the beach should be pulling in some tourists pretty soon,” Nino replied with small talk, leaning his elbows on the bar and slouching as he watched the other man at work.
“Good thing! I could use some extra business,” Kame said pointedly as he handed over the drink, and Nino just smirked at him before taking a sip right away. “Lucky the rain ended early this year.”
“Mm.” Nino nodded, just watching Kame watch him back. The thoughts going through Kame’s head were already clear.
“Nino, please tell me Jun’s busy tonight and that you’ll go home with me instead,” he whined, although it seemed like Kame had already guessed the answer from Nino’s demeanor. “It’s been like a month!”
“Sorry.” Nino shrugged, taking a deeper drink. At this point he’d rather finish quickly, since Kame would just start sulking. It wasn’t his fault-Nino had his hierarchy and Jun just happened to be at the top, along with someone else. But Nino loved sex and attention, and had kept up his promiscuous habits since graduation. Besides, he wasn’t the only one from Johnny’s School for Boys with a similar reputation. It was only the last year or so that any of their group had changed their relationship status to exclusive, although it was becoming more and more popular.
“At least call me? When you’re going to go out with someone else?”
Nino downed the rest of the drink and stood up to stretch.
“If it’s convenient,” he dodged the promise. He liked Kame as a friend, but he had gotten a bit too clingy ever since Jin had left for Tokyo. And Nino could give him credit for being good in bed, it was just that… Jun was better. Jun fit Nino better.
“Ugh,” Kame sighed and followed Nino as he headed back towards the kitchen. “Asshole,” he mumbled, but Nino just turned to him and smiled. Kame softened immediately, and Nino leaned in for a quick peck on the lips, so at least he wouldn’t leave things hanging between them.
“See you again next week.”
Nino darted outside and hopped on his bike. He waved at Kame, who was leaning against the doorframe casually watching him, then took off down the street.
+++
The night air was cool, but it was probably the last day it would be. The heat was setting in, and although that meant tourists and business for just about every person in this tiny little town, for Nino it just meant hot.
He had finished with work and was on his way home now, his freezer box full of groceries instead of milk. The lights were already on when he arrived, streaming out of the opened windows, and Nino smiled to himself as he parked in the mostly empty driveway.
Their house was a small two story building, barely the size of a regular apartment, with a worn wooden porch on front that squeaked under Nino’s feet. They were nestled on a secluded part of the beach, although close enough to the boardwalk that Nino could ride his bicycle, and Nino could feel the spray from the ocean on his nape as he reached for the door.
“Hey I’m home,” he called out as he went inside, the sack of groceries in his right hand, and he immediately spotted his housemate in the kitchen. Jun turned to him and offered a warm smile.
“Welcome back.”
Nino felt warm at the words, and averted his eyes as he slipped his shoes off, embarrassed at getting worked up so easily.
“I had some leftover salmon, so I hope that’s good enough for dinner,” Jun said as he turned back to the stove, and Nino immediately came over to lean on the short counter between them, placing his sack on top of it.
“Sounds lovely. I have beer too.”
Jun turned to look at him with a quirk to his lips, amused but apologetic.
“Nino, I told you earlier than I’m tired today, right? My allergies are acting up and-“
“This is not let’s-get-smashed-and-have-sex-all-night beer,” Nino clarified with a smirk. “Just to help you relax. Although, sex is relaxing in my opinion.” Nino stepped around the counter and crowded right into Jun’s personal space. Jun didn’t flinch, and in fact placed a hand on Nino’s waist.
“I’m sorry, not tonight.” Jun kissed him lightly on the forehead, and Nino snuggled into his arm, watching the fish sizzling in the pan in front of them.
There was a moment of hesitation before Jun added, “Besides, you saw Ohno-kun this morning, right?”
Nino was relieved he didn’t have to see the expression on Jun’s face. For the last few months Jun had been getting defensive about Nino’s “other” partners… although maybe it had been longer than that, and Jun just hadn’t shown it.
“I did.” Nino wasn’t going to lie, and this had already been agreed upon between them, or as good as. Back in high school when it had all started, Jun had been his first best friend, and first sex friend. Nothing had changed since then, except Nino had continued to make sex friends, and Jun had continued to stay by his side.
Jun had had his select sex friends too (like Aiba and Ohno), but it had been a while since Nino had seen him with any of them. And it was only last year when they had moved in together that Jun had begun to show his distaste with Nino’s habits.
Jun didn’t reply right away, but it was obvious he wasn’t going to push it any farther tonight.
“His mom gave me some fresh eggs. They’re in the bag,” Nino commented lightly, pressing his body completely against Jun’s and rubbing his head under his chin.
“Hey,” Jun chuckled. “It’s hot. And I can’t cook like this!”
“Then stop cooking,” Nino demanded with a smile this time. “We don’t need dinner.”
“You’re already thin enough!” Jun argued back without missing a beat. “If I don’t feed you, you’ll never eat properly.”
“Oh, I’ll be fine!” Nino had to have the last word, but he backed away and went to unpacking his bag, placing the beers and eggs in the fridge, and leaving the vegetables out on the counter.
“I forgot to ask,” Jun turned to him. “Could you bring some milk by the restaurant in the morning? I ran out faster than I thought.”
With an exaggerated whine and his hands thrown up in the air, Nino complained, “Tomorrow? Why do you always make me wake up so early? Don’t you know that my first delivery isn’t until ten? Your restaurant opens at nine, which means I need to be there by eight!”
“Seven thirty, please,” Jun teased with a sparkle in his eyes. “Well, if you’re just going to leave me high and dry without milk…”
But he was grinning and they both knew that Nino would have done it no matter the circumstances.
As long as it was Jun.
+++
Jun had left the house before seven to open up his shop, which was just down the beach from their place. It was a café that Jun basically ran alone, except for in the height of summer when Nino helped him wait tables or organize the waiting list.
Nagase, his boss, was surprised when Nino showed up several hours early for his deliveries, but sent him away with a toothy grin and a bright wave.
The other downside about deliveries for Jun was that he had to park on the boardwalk and walk through sand to get there, since his bicycle was useless on the beach. Nino hated sand, but had come to get used to it, as he had no other choice but to move to Tokyo and that wasn’t happening.
“Delivery for Mr. Matsumoto,” Nino panted as he set the bottles of milk heavily on the first table he saw, and slumped against the counter, which separated the sparse table seating from the kitchen. Everything was open here, more like a pavilion than an actual building, so Nino could easily watch Jun organizing things, as well as the ocean and beach as far as the eye could see. It was empty now since it was so early, but Jun would no doubt have customers the second he opened.
“Thanks,” Jun grinned over at him cutely, and Nino managed to push himself up, and dart behind the counter to be closer to the other man.
“That will be five kisses and a blow job, please,” he said as seriously as he could, but his expression broke when Jun raised an eyebrow at him.
“How about one kiss and an omelet?”
Jun didn’t even give him time to consider negotiating because he pulled Nino against him and kissed him hotly, his mouth half open, and Nino melted.
When Jun broke the kiss, Nino slumped, making the other man hold him up a little, and begged, “Just a little more.” Without waiting, Nino took another kiss from him, darting his tongue out to lick around Jun’s plump lips.
“Okay,” Jun chuckled in a baritone, but forced Nino back a little. “That’s enough, I need to finish opening up here.”
“Fine.” Nino pretended to pout, and left the kitchen to sit down at one of the tables. They were on a raised platform covered in tatami, and he spread out across it, making himself comfortable in a position that he could still watch Jun. “How about my omelet?”
“I’ll make it,” Jun feigned irritation, which was useless since he looked rather happy otherwise. “Will you bring that milk over here and put the signs out front?”
“You are so…! Impossible!” Nino huffed, pushing himself up from where he had barely laid down, but did everything Jun asked of him in record time.
Without any more prompting, he also wiped down the tables and bar counter and swept the sand off of the front steps, because otherwise Jun wouldn’t have time to actually sit down and eat breakfast together with him.
“Thank you!” Jun called out when Nino finally sat down again, and Nino really wished there was more time. Even if it was him giving the blow job to Jun, he didn’t mind. His body was thrumming with energy, and he wanted Jun now.
A moment later, Jun was walking towards him with two steaming plates, and he set them down on the table before going back for two cups of iced coffee. Nino slipped his sandals off and scooted up to the table, and Jun followed to sit opposite him.
“Perfect. Just enough time,” Jun smiled as he handed Nino a pair of chopsticks.
“Thanks for breakfast,” Nino said less enthusiastically, stretching his leg out so that it rested against Jun’s thigh. Jun laid his free hand on Nino’s calf, but didn’t do anything else, even when Nino poked him with his toe.
“So what are your plans for today?”
The topic may have been just small talk, but Nino knew where it was headed, and that Jun must have known that too.
“I have a couple deliveries here around town…” he started half-heartedly, but he hated feeling like he was hiding things from Jun. “I’m meeting Aiba for lunch, and tonight I have a delivery at Riisa’s hotel.”
“I see,” Jun said neutrally, but Nino could read the displeasure on his face.
With a sigh Nino set down his chopsticks, his omelet barely touched, and he looked at Jun with meaningful eyes. “Don’t be mad at me.”
“Is it so much to ask,” Jun shot back at him, then bit his tongue and curbed his tone into something softer. “Is it so much to ask to have you all to myself?”
“You’ll have me all to yourself tomorrow. All day,” Nino reminded him. Jun was closing the shop once before the rush of summer, and Nino had requested a day off of work specifically so they could spend some time together.
Either Jun was actually appeased by that promise, or he was giving up on fighting because he replied, “Yeah, you’re right.”
Nino dug right back into his omelet, because otherwise Jun would chide him for that too, and he didn’t even leave one small piece behind.
+++
“Thank you, Matsuko,” Nino said forcefully, pulling himself away from the large woman and escaping out the open front door. When he was far enough away, he waved his hand in greeting and bowed. “Please give Hina my regards!”
“How dare you! You said last time you’d spend some quality time with me!” she cried out behind him, but Nino had already started running through the sand and back to his bicycle.
Unfortunately, he’d had to park it on the board walk again, and he was already sweating before he’d run five minutes away from Matsuko’s villa, which was one of the more isolated ones on the island.
There was water waiting for him in his ice box, but that seemed like an eternity from now.
“Hey! Nino!”
He turned to see Touma waving at him, and a grin broke out on Nino’s face. He headed towards the small life guard’s box and greeted his long-time friend.
“You look hot! Want to come inside for a second? I have some frozen water bottles.”
“Yes, please, my savior,” Nino gasped back dramatically, and followed Touma into the small shack. It wasn’t that much cooler than outside, but at least it was shaded from the sun. With a toothy smile Touma handed him the frozen bottle, pulled out of a small cooler, and Nino immediately pressed it against his own neck.
“Ah, thank you!” he moaned, his mouth half open in pleasure.
“Have some water too, or you’ll get dehydrated.” Touma handed him a cup this time, filled to the brim with water which Nino gulped down quickly before passing the cup back. Touma was watching him carefully, and not in a way that Nino disliked.
“Are you on duty already? Tourist season really did start early,” Nino commented, but made sure to pull back the collar of his t-shirt as he moved the frozen bottle down his chest.
“As you can see there’s no one here, though,” Touma laughed. “Pretty boring,” he added pointedly, looking down at Nino’s sweat soaked shirt. “How about taking a break and having some fun with me?”
“Aren’t you Mr. Raunchy?” Nino teased, pointedly looking down at Touma’s swimming briefs which were skin tight and already showing his excitement at catching Nino on the beach.
Nino wasn’t going to turn him down, especially after not getting any relief with Jun that morning, but it would be fun to tease him a little.
“I don’t know, I’m supposed to be working right now,” he explained in a slightly lower voice, sliding the frozen water bottle over his chest, and hovering over one of his nipples so it perked up. His shirt was half see-through by now anyway, and after that his nipple was obvious… and Touma was staring at it.
“They’re pretty easy on you right?” Touma commented, licking a line of sweat off his lips, and palming his cock through his swimsuit. “I promise I won’t keep you long.”
“Better not,” Nino smirked back at him, and stumbled backwards when Touma immediately jumped him.
+++
In all honestly, Nino didn’t have another delivery until that night, but it was the truth that he couldn’t stay with Touma too long, because he had a lunch date with Aiba-chan.
The walk back to his bike wasn’t as bad this time, his body thrumming with pleasure, and although he was still sweaty, Touma had given him more water for the road.
His bicycle was in the same spot he’d left it, and as Touma’d said, there hadn’t been another person on the beach at all. He got on and began riding towards where he was supposed to meet Aiba, and that run down white van was waiting for him when he arrived.
“Nino! You’re early!”
“You’re early,” Nino panted as his bicycle stopped with a slight squeak. He parked it against a nearby tree and turned to Aiba just in time to be pulled into a tight hug.
“I was excited to see you!” Aiba chuckled and planted a wet kiss on Nino’s mouth.
“Idiot!” Nino hit him on the head, but let out a genuinely pleased laugh. “I saw you two days ago.”
“I missed you! Come on, let’s go!” Aiba pulled him to the van, and opened the passenger’s door for him before going around to the other side.
It wasn’t even a ten minute drive until they had reached Aiba’s secret secluded spot. The engine had barely died by the time Aiba was out of his door, pulling out a blanket and a picnic basket, and Nino followed behind him more leisurely, letting Aiba set things up himself.
Their spot was a little ways off the side of the road, through the trees, a little clearing on a cliff that overlooked the vast ocean. The grass was short and perfect for Aiba’s worn blanket, which Nino immediately sat down on, laying back to look up at the sky.
“Are you hungry yet? I brought fried rice and chicken sandwiches!”
“Not hungry,” Nino mumbled, pretending to fall asleep since he knew exactly what Aiba’s reaction would be.
And his prediction was right on target.
“Nino,” Aiba whined, falling on his knees next to his side and leaning over him, resting his weight on his arms, which were on either side of Nino’s head.
“What?” Nino mumbled back, turning his head away as if annoyed Aiba was keeping him from his rest.
But he couldn’t keep up the farce when Aiba started nuzzling his neck, tickling him and making him laugh.
“Nino,” Aiba whined again, licking his skin this time, sucking, although not quite hard enough to leave a mark.
“Masaki,” Nino replied, already worked up again. There were only two people that did that so easily.
“So it’s okay if I have Nino before lunch?” Aiba laughed in an airy voice, and didn’t wait for a reply before pulling Nino’s cargo pants down. They were isolated enough, and it wasn’t the first time that they’d had sex here-Aiba seemed to have a thing for doing it outside.
“I guess so,” Nino replied lightly, but his actions spoke differently. He pulled Aiba’s head up for a deep kiss, circling his tongue around the other one, and moaned when Aiba’s hands pulled at his half hard cock.
“Nino,” Aiba spoke tentatively, slipping his hand from his cock to between his legs. Nino wiggled against him, but his pants weren’t off all the way, so there wasn’t much he could do to accommodate Aiba’s searching fingers.
“Did someone just fuck you?” he asked softly, with a hard edge to his voice, and Nino shivered. He should have known it would be obvious, even to Aiba and his air-headed personality. There was a bit of lube clinging to his skin despite the quick clean up, and his ass was still loose.
“Y-yeah,” Nino managed to get out as Aiba’s fingers easily slipped inside of him, despite the tight space between his thighs. “Touma…”
Just knowing who it was, Aiba would probably figure out the situation; he’d been friends with Touma since school too, and was on the beach more often than Nino was.
“Right before you met with me,” Aiba grumbled, stretching his fingers widely, and it hurt a little, but Nino arched his back in anticipation. During sex Aiba was rarely anything but sweet and caring, but when he got jealous, he didn’t bother hiding it. The only person Aiba never got jealous of was Jun, because he understood things between them.
“I didn’t plan it-“ Nino argued, just for the sake of arguing, but Aiba made a noise in the back of his throat and pressed his fingers in as far as they would go, and Nino tensed, grabbing onto Aiba’s arm with both hands.
The fingers pressed against his prostate, sending a shiver through his body. It was almost painful, since he’d had sex less than an hour ago, but not enough for Nino to tell him to stop. He just held on as Aiba pressed there again and again.
“Ma-k-kun,” he stammered out, his hips thrusting a bit unwillingly in response to the teasing, but Aiba held him in place with his other hand.
“You know I hate it,” Aiba warned him. “Why won’t you just be mine?” he added more wistfully, pulling his fingers out in one go and leaving Nino to go limp against the blanket, panting for breath.
It wasn’t long ago that he’d heard similar words from a different person.
“I’m not going to use a condom,” Aiba warned before tugging Nino’s pants the rest of the way off and pushing down his own. “I’m going to come inside you.”
Nino pulled him close and held him there until they were finished.
+++
It hadn’t been a hard day as far as his deliveries were concerned, but Nino’s ass was a little sore. He’d taken a nap in the break room at the tiny milk plant before heading out on his last delivery. When that was finished he’d go straight home and into Jun’s waiting arms.
He checked the address for the third time, but it still hadn’t changed, so he made his way to one of the less popular motels on the old end of the strip. These days most people stayed at the huge resort that had been built on the beach, but some of them knew about the world class hot-pot dinner that was served at this one, especially the locals.
Nino greeted the woman manning the reception desk--Riisa, the owner--and headed up to the room with his one bottle of milk delivery.
The door was answered promptly when he knocked on it, and Nino’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Nino-Nino-yan!” Tegoshi greeted him with a wide smile, obviously tipsy if not already dead-drunk.
“Tego-tan,” Nino replied incredulously, “I should have known, with a delivery to a shady place like this.” In fact, Nino had made deliveries to hotels more than once, and they almost always turned out the same. “What are you doing back here?”
“We’re visiting!” Tegoshi smiled, backing away so that Nino could see into the hotel room, where three other men waved at him happily, sending a chorus of hey Nino! towards him.
“All of you?!” Nino replied incredulously, and couldn’t resist when Tegoshi grabbed him by the arm and pulled him inside the hotel room.
“Yeah, we got a break after that TV marathon last week, and decided it’d be the perfect timing for a trip home!” Masuda explained, right before Shige cut in with a smirk.
“And who better to call than Ninomiya-sempai?”
Tegoshi had already pulled the milk out of his hand and had replaced it with a beer, nudging Nino towards the couch, where Koyama was eyeing the two of them with a sharp grin.
“Your fans would have a fit if they saw the four of you shoved into a little shitty place like this,” Nino laughed incredulously, taking a sip of the beer. He would just stay until it was gone and then he’d leave. Jun was waiting for him, but at the same time it had been years since he’d seen any of these guys.
“They’d probably imagine something raunchy like a four-some,” Tegoshi teased, squishing Nino between him and Koyama, and Koyama automatically wrapped his arm around Nino’s waist.
Shifting a little, Nino drank half of his beer in one go. “So how’s Tokyo? I keep seeing you guys on the news, and Aiba-chan bought your concert DVD from last year.”
“That’s a good friend right there,” Koyama cheered happily, and in the heat of the moment they all made a toast with their drinks, dragging Nino along with them.
“He’s memorized all the songs too,” Nino told them with a huge grin, thinking about how much of a dork his Aiba could be. “Said that you guys need all the support from the locals here that you can get.”
“Ah, we should have called Aiba-chan too!” Masuda whined, throwing his head back to look up at the ceiling before promptly darting forward again. “We’ll call him up tomorrow before we leave?” he asked, looking around at the other guys, and they all nodded.
“But Nino’s here now,” Shige pointed out, finishing his drink in one gulp before setting the glass on the table and pulling off his tank top.
He’d had a feeling that’s where this was going. But there were four of them-Nino cleared his throat and raised his hand in a casual goodbye, but before he could even stand up, Tegoshi was kissing him and pushing him back into Koyama.
Nino hesitated, but he’d never had a five-some before, not even back in school, which was a much crazier time than now.
Someone pinched his nipple through his shirt and Nino moaned in appreciation.
“Just one round, okay?” he conceded, looking into Tegoshi’s eyes when he pulled away.
“Someone get this man another beer!” Tegoshi laughed happily, and Masuda didn’t hesitate to do so.
+++
When his phone started ringing, Nino had no idea what time it was, how drunk he was, or how many time he’d been fucked. They’d all had him at least once, although he was sure Masu had hit three times.
The rest of them were just as far gone, Shige tripping over Koyama to get to the cell phone and falling flat onto the floor. In retrospect, Shige probably hadn’t even realized it wasn’t his own phone.
“Heeeey,” he answered, and Koyama began giggling uncontrollably.
Nino let out a weak moan and managed to turn his head to pay attention. But Tegoshi was inside of him, thrusting completely haphazardly, and Nino wasn’t sure he was going to remain conscious for much longer.
“Nino?” Shige answered, turning his unfocused eyes to the small table, which Nino was sprawled across. Suddenly Shige smiled as if things had finally made sense in his head. “Yes! Nino is here. Definitely here.”
Just as distractedly, Shige turned to Koyama as if just barely realizing they were pressed against each other and still naked, and began stroking his sweat-soaked chest.
“Ah, yeah, that’s it,” Tegoshi moaned, speeding up, and Nino gasped, his eyes fluttering shut. He seriously wasn’t going to make it.
“Sorry,” Shige chuckled in a low voice, leaning closer to Koyama, “He’s indisposed right now, please try again later.”
Jun, Nino realized. Jun was waiting for him.
That was the last thought he had before he passed out.
+++
He was jostled awake, but his conscious took a while to collect itself. His body was being lifted and it hurt through the drunken haze, his arms from where they had been pressed against the table, and his hips for obvious reasons.
Finally, when Nino felt his hands being shoved through a button up shirt, he managed to open his eyes in slits and smiled.
“Jun-kun,” he mumbled with a cottony mouth. “It’s Jun-kun.”
But Jun didn’t smile back, just continued to dress him with furrowed brows. Nino looked around, but the only other person awake was Koyama, who was watching them with confusion, his hand still on the handle of the open door.
“Jun-kun’s here,” Nino told him firmly, believing he was saying something important, and Koyama laughed as if he had made a joke.
Jun grabbed his legs, forcing Nino to fall back onto the couch, which he did unceremoniously. Without any underwear, Jun shoved his cargo shorts up his legs until they were secure around his waist, and then roughly pulled him to stand up.
Even with Jun basically holding up all his weight Nino wobbled, but they managed to make it to the door together, and Nino waved at Koyama as they left.
“Bye Bye,” Koyama giggled drunkenly as they passed, and then closed the door behind them.
Luckily enough there were no stairs, but Nino only made it a few steps down the hallway before Jun had to tuck an arm under his shoulder and basically drag him along.
“Sorry for all the trouble, I appreciate it.” Jun nodded to Riisa, who was still at the reception desk, and she watched them struggle through the lobby with worried eyes.
Nino waved at her too before they were out the front door.
A taxi was waiting for them, and Jun shoved Nino inside first without another word said.
Continue to Part two
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Jun/Nino, Aiba/Nino, Aiba/Nino/Jun, Ohno/Nino, Sho/Nino, Touma/Nino, NEWS/Nino, various other implied pairings
Warnings: promiscuity, alcohol use, group sex/threesome
Summary: Just because Nino likes sex doesn’t mean he can’t believe in love too.
Notes: Orignally written for the exchange at kitto_slutparty (last year, omg I'm sorry for not posting in forever, and nothing new at that... OTL). Original post can be found here.
Nino’s bicycle stopped with a rusty squeak, and he jumped off of it with a spurt of energy, popping out the metal stand to park it with a practiced flick of his foot. Letting out an easy whistle of a nameless tune, he turned to the white freezer box strapped on the back and opened it.
Along with the invoice on top, he pulled out two glass bottles of cold milk before replacing the lid.
The path to the house was made of flat rocks fitted together, and he strode across it with familiarity, ringing the bell and bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waited for the door to be answered.
He didn’t have to wait long. Within a few seconds a middle aged woman with kind eyes opened the door and smiled at him.
“Ninomiya-kun! What good timing. Come in, come in!”
Nino grinned and let out an excuse me under his breath before promptly following her inside the small one story house.
“Would you like some lunch? I’ve just finished Satoshi’s, if you don’t mind bringing it out to him. He’s in his studio today.”
“Not fishing?” asked Nino as he set the bottles of milk down on the kitchen table. That ended the business transaction part of this trip, but he had plenty of time until he had to make his next stop.
“Not today, honey,” Mrs. Ohno replied with a sweet expression and handed him a plate of sandwiches. More than enough for two grown men. “And take one of those bottles too,” she added, pointing at the milk Nino had just been holding.
He did as he was told with a smirk, taking the lunch out the back door, where there was a fantastic view of the ocean-although, to be fair, there weren’t many places on this island that didn’t boast a similar sight. Wandering through the well kept garden, he pushed open the wooden gate with his hip and walked the rest of the way to a small stand-alone pavilion, which had been fitted with walls on this side. The privacy wasn’t for much more than keeping the sun off of Ohno’s archive of works, but it was just enough protection that the artist could sleep there most nights if he wanted to, even in the rainy season.
“Sato-yan,” Nino called out playfully as he rounded the side of the building and peeked into the pavilion, the sea breeze ruffling his hair a bit. There in the middle of floor was his friend, sitting on top of a blanket with a small canvas in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, various oil paints and pallets surrounding him haphazardly.
“Nino.” Ohno turned his dazed face towards him and smiled sleepily. “You’re here.”
“I’m here,” Nino laughed, slipping off his sandals and stepping up onto the wooden platform. “I brought you lunch.”
“Thank you,” Ohno replied, but didn’t move to take the food, so Nino set it on the floor, already seeing where things were going. His eyes met Ohno’s and Ohno smiled once he saw the recognition reflected back. “Will you model for me?” he asked innocently.
“Of course.” As Nino slowly stepped closer, he pulled his t-shirt over his head and dropped it onto the ground.
Ohno grinned at him, and quickly put down his work in progress canvas to pull out another.
By the time he had found a blank one in several piles of finished pieces, Nino had discarded the rest of his clothes and had made himself comfortable on the floor. His position was right in front of Ohno’s space, with the ocean as a beautiful backdrop, but Nino knew the finished product probably wouldn’t reflect that.
More often than not it didn’t get finished at all.
+++
His second delivery of the day was at the local sports center, and when he walked in with four bottles of milk (it took all of his strength to lift the box onto the reception counter) he was met with a huge grin from the yoga instructor, Okura.
“Nino! Welcome! We’re not very busy today, so how about coming into the back and I’ll give you a private lesson?” he offered quickly with a wide grin that showed all of his teeth, but Nino smirked at him and resisted when Okura slipped his arm around his shoulder to pull him towards the back of the gym room.
“Ah, my milk! Nino?”
Okura stopped dead and cringed a little while Nino continued to smirk at him, having already predicted the situation, since this happened almost every week.
Sho came into view through the door leading to the offices and he zoned in on the two of them immediately, his mouth forming a pout with his eyebrows furrowed.
“Okura! Get back to work!” he said harshly. Okura rolled his eyes and mouthed next time to Nino before he sulked to the back of the gym, and Nino turned to Sho, watching Sho’s gaze immediately soften again. “Right on time as usual.”
“Only because you’re a stickler for that stuff,” Nino teased. Leaning against the counter, he picked out the crumbled invoice from between the bottles of milk and handed it over to Sho, who looked down at it briefly before dropping it into his pile out of view.
“Come on back while I put these in the fridge,” Sho suggested, gently pulling Nino’s hand into his and picking up the four pack of milk in the other-without even flinching. It took all of Nino’s strength to deliver those four heavy bottles each week, and he took a second to appreciate Sho’s curvy muscles. Well, he’d have a lot more time to appreciate them in a few minutes.
Nino swung their hands back and forth as they walked the short span of Sho’s office and into the break room. In order to use only one hand while the other was occupied, Sho set the milk down on the small table for a second before opening the fridge and putting them inside. Nino was pretty positive it was Sho’s willpower alone that made him drink all of that milk each week, since only one bottle was enough to keep Nino coming back. He probably thought he was showing Nino his love or something by ordering that many, and he could picture Sho devotedly drinking from them every chance he could.
“Now,” Sho sighed as he closed the fridge, looking over at Nino enthusiastically. “How have you been?” he asked, just like he did every week, pulling Nino to the worn-but clean-couch with him. Snuggling right into Sho’s side the second he sat down, Nino ran his open hand over Sho’s chest, checking how big the muscles were today. Sometimes they were bulging with a morning exercise, but today Sho must have had office work because they were pretty normal. Not that Nino was complaining.
“Oh, the same. Regular orders, regular rounds, trying to get things taken care of before the summer rush.” Nino’s voice was light, but he knew that Sho liked to talk in general, and would get fidgety if they went right to the sex part. It was better to wait for Sho, who was pretty predictable for someone who knew him as long as Nino had.
“Yes, things have been slow around here, but we’re preparing for the summer classes…” Sho replied distractedly as he watched Nino’s face. Nino smiled at him, and shifted into a better position when Sho ran his hand up his arm to his neck.
“Mm, yeah, summer,” Nino mumbled back in a lower voice, his mouth parting when Sho touched his lips.
“Things’ll get busy,” Sho commented wistfully, and Nino realized it would be awhile until the next time Sho would be free like this. But, it was fine, they had right now anyway and Nino had plenty of other people he was distracted with.
“Do you have a condom?” Nino decided to cut the small talk short. He could already see how much Sho wanted him, so it was probably fine.
“Yes, I have twenty today, God I’m so sorry about last week,” Sho panted back, and Nino laughed at him openly because Sho had always amused him in ways like that.
“Not my problem. You already know my policy.” Nino felt Sho’s slight nudge to push him back onto the couch and he did so slowly, allowing for time to let Sho follow him, which he did.
“I know, I know,” Sho shot back, getting plenty worked up, and finally he leaned down for a kiss, pressing his lips hard against Nino’s.
And Sho was always really, really good with his mouth.
+++
“Delivery for Mr. Kamenashi,” Nino called out in a joking tone, then pulled open the screen door without waiting for an answer.
He strode into the kitchen of the bar without a second thought, putting the bottles into the fridge and sticking the invoice to the front with his usual magnet. No one had come out to greet him yet, so he headed to the store front, which wouldn’t be opened for business for several more hours.
“Hey, thanks!” Kame smiled at him as soon as Nino stepped into the dimly lit bar, and Nino saluted before stepping up to the counter and taking a seat across from Kame. “Wanna drink?”
With a smirk, Nino feigned indifference even though he loved getting free stuff. But if Kame thought he was getting greedy he’d back off, which was a quirk that Nino put to good use more than once.
“It’s pretty hot today,” Kame commented with a wink, and, not waiting for Nino to say anything, pulled a bottle of alcohol off the shelf behind him and started mixing something together.
“Yeah, the beach should be pulling in some tourists pretty soon,” Nino replied with small talk, leaning his elbows on the bar and slouching as he watched the other man at work.
“Good thing! I could use some extra business,” Kame said pointedly as he handed over the drink, and Nino just smirked at him before taking a sip right away. “Lucky the rain ended early this year.”
“Mm.” Nino nodded, just watching Kame watch him back. The thoughts going through Kame’s head were already clear.
“Nino, please tell me Jun’s busy tonight and that you’ll go home with me instead,” he whined, although it seemed like Kame had already guessed the answer from Nino’s demeanor. “It’s been like a month!”
“Sorry.” Nino shrugged, taking a deeper drink. At this point he’d rather finish quickly, since Kame would just start sulking. It wasn’t his fault-Nino had his hierarchy and Jun just happened to be at the top, along with someone else. But Nino loved sex and attention, and had kept up his promiscuous habits since graduation. Besides, he wasn’t the only one from Johnny’s School for Boys with a similar reputation. It was only the last year or so that any of their group had changed their relationship status to exclusive, although it was becoming more and more popular.
“At least call me? When you’re going to go out with someone else?”
Nino downed the rest of the drink and stood up to stretch.
“If it’s convenient,” he dodged the promise. He liked Kame as a friend, but he had gotten a bit too clingy ever since Jin had left for Tokyo. And Nino could give him credit for being good in bed, it was just that… Jun was better. Jun fit Nino better.
“Ugh,” Kame sighed and followed Nino as he headed back towards the kitchen. “Asshole,” he mumbled, but Nino just turned to him and smiled. Kame softened immediately, and Nino leaned in for a quick peck on the lips, so at least he wouldn’t leave things hanging between them.
“See you again next week.”
Nino darted outside and hopped on his bike. He waved at Kame, who was leaning against the doorframe casually watching him, then took off down the street.
+++
The night air was cool, but it was probably the last day it would be. The heat was setting in, and although that meant tourists and business for just about every person in this tiny little town, for Nino it just meant hot.
He had finished with work and was on his way home now, his freezer box full of groceries instead of milk. The lights were already on when he arrived, streaming out of the opened windows, and Nino smiled to himself as he parked in the mostly empty driveway.
Their house was a small two story building, barely the size of a regular apartment, with a worn wooden porch on front that squeaked under Nino’s feet. They were nestled on a secluded part of the beach, although close enough to the boardwalk that Nino could ride his bicycle, and Nino could feel the spray from the ocean on his nape as he reached for the door.
“Hey I’m home,” he called out as he went inside, the sack of groceries in his right hand, and he immediately spotted his housemate in the kitchen. Jun turned to him and offered a warm smile.
“Welcome back.”
Nino felt warm at the words, and averted his eyes as he slipped his shoes off, embarrassed at getting worked up so easily.
“I had some leftover salmon, so I hope that’s good enough for dinner,” Jun said as he turned back to the stove, and Nino immediately came over to lean on the short counter between them, placing his sack on top of it.
“Sounds lovely. I have beer too.”
Jun turned to look at him with a quirk to his lips, amused but apologetic.
“Nino, I told you earlier than I’m tired today, right? My allergies are acting up and-“
“This is not let’s-get-smashed-and-have-sex-all-night beer,” Nino clarified with a smirk. “Just to help you relax. Although, sex is relaxing in my opinion.” Nino stepped around the counter and crowded right into Jun’s personal space. Jun didn’t flinch, and in fact placed a hand on Nino’s waist.
“I’m sorry, not tonight.” Jun kissed him lightly on the forehead, and Nino snuggled into his arm, watching the fish sizzling in the pan in front of them.
There was a moment of hesitation before Jun added, “Besides, you saw Ohno-kun this morning, right?”
Nino was relieved he didn’t have to see the expression on Jun’s face. For the last few months Jun had been getting defensive about Nino’s “other” partners… although maybe it had been longer than that, and Jun just hadn’t shown it.
“I did.” Nino wasn’t going to lie, and this had already been agreed upon between them, or as good as. Back in high school when it had all started, Jun had been his first best friend, and first sex friend. Nothing had changed since then, except Nino had continued to make sex friends, and Jun had continued to stay by his side.
Jun had had his select sex friends too (like Aiba and Ohno), but it had been a while since Nino had seen him with any of them. And it was only last year when they had moved in together that Jun had begun to show his distaste with Nino’s habits.
Jun didn’t reply right away, but it was obvious he wasn’t going to push it any farther tonight.
“His mom gave me some fresh eggs. They’re in the bag,” Nino commented lightly, pressing his body completely against Jun’s and rubbing his head under his chin.
“Hey,” Jun chuckled. “It’s hot. And I can’t cook like this!”
“Then stop cooking,” Nino demanded with a smile this time. “We don’t need dinner.”
“You’re already thin enough!” Jun argued back without missing a beat. “If I don’t feed you, you’ll never eat properly.”
“Oh, I’ll be fine!” Nino had to have the last word, but he backed away and went to unpacking his bag, placing the beers and eggs in the fridge, and leaving the vegetables out on the counter.
“I forgot to ask,” Jun turned to him. “Could you bring some milk by the restaurant in the morning? I ran out faster than I thought.”
With an exaggerated whine and his hands thrown up in the air, Nino complained, “Tomorrow? Why do you always make me wake up so early? Don’t you know that my first delivery isn’t until ten? Your restaurant opens at nine, which means I need to be there by eight!”
“Seven thirty, please,” Jun teased with a sparkle in his eyes. “Well, if you’re just going to leave me high and dry without milk…”
But he was grinning and they both knew that Nino would have done it no matter the circumstances.
As long as it was Jun.
+++
Jun had left the house before seven to open up his shop, which was just down the beach from their place. It was a café that Jun basically ran alone, except for in the height of summer when Nino helped him wait tables or organize the waiting list.
Nagase, his boss, was surprised when Nino showed up several hours early for his deliveries, but sent him away with a toothy grin and a bright wave.
The other downside about deliveries for Jun was that he had to park on the boardwalk and walk through sand to get there, since his bicycle was useless on the beach. Nino hated sand, but had come to get used to it, as he had no other choice but to move to Tokyo and that wasn’t happening.
“Delivery for Mr. Matsumoto,” Nino panted as he set the bottles of milk heavily on the first table he saw, and slumped against the counter, which separated the sparse table seating from the kitchen. Everything was open here, more like a pavilion than an actual building, so Nino could easily watch Jun organizing things, as well as the ocean and beach as far as the eye could see. It was empty now since it was so early, but Jun would no doubt have customers the second he opened.
“Thanks,” Jun grinned over at him cutely, and Nino managed to push himself up, and dart behind the counter to be closer to the other man.
“That will be five kisses and a blow job, please,” he said as seriously as he could, but his expression broke when Jun raised an eyebrow at him.
“How about one kiss and an omelet?”
Jun didn’t even give him time to consider negotiating because he pulled Nino against him and kissed him hotly, his mouth half open, and Nino melted.
When Jun broke the kiss, Nino slumped, making the other man hold him up a little, and begged, “Just a little more.” Without waiting, Nino took another kiss from him, darting his tongue out to lick around Jun’s plump lips.
“Okay,” Jun chuckled in a baritone, but forced Nino back a little. “That’s enough, I need to finish opening up here.”
“Fine.” Nino pretended to pout, and left the kitchen to sit down at one of the tables. They were on a raised platform covered in tatami, and he spread out across it, making himself comfortable in a position that he could still watch Jun. “How about my omelet?”
“I’ll make it,” Jun feigned irritation, which was useless since he looked rather happy otherwise. “Will you bring that milk over here and put the signs out front?”
“You are so…! Impossible!” Nino huffed, pushing himself up from where he had barely laid down, but did everything Jun asked of him in record time.
Without any more prompting, he also wiped down the tables and bar counter and swept the sand off of the front steps, because otherwise Jun wouldn’t have time to actually sit down and eat breakfast together with him.
“Thank you!” Jun called out when Nino finally sat down again, and Nino really wished there was more time. Even if it was him giving the blow job to Jun, he didn’t mind. His body was thrumming with energy, and he wanted Jun now.
A moment later, Jun was walking towards him with two steaming plates, and he set them down on the table before going back for two cups of iced coffee. Nino slipped his sandals off and scooted up to the table, and Jun followed to sit opposite him.
“Perfect. Just enough time,” Jun smiled as he handed Nino a pair of chopsticks.
“Thanks for breakfast,” Nino said less enthusiastically, stretching his leg out so that it rested against Jun’s thigh. Jun laid his free hand on Nino’s calf, but didn’t do anything else, even when Nino poked him with his toe.
“So what are your plans for today?”
The topic may have been just small talk, but Nino knew where it was headed, and that Jun must have known that too.
“I have a couple deliveries here around town…” he started half-heartedly, but he hated feeling like he was hiding things from Jun. “I’m meeting Aiba for lunch, and tonight I have a delivery at Riisa’s hotel.”
“I see,” Jun said neutrally, but Nino could read the displeasure on his face.
With a sigh Nino set down his chopsticks, his omelet barely touched, and he looked at Jun with meaningful eyes. “Don’t be mad at me.”
“Is it so much to ask,” Jun shot back at him, then bit his tongue and curbed his tone into something softer. “Is it so much to ask to have you all to myself?”
“You’ll have me all to yourself tomorrow. All day,” Nino reminded him. Jun was closing the shop once before the rush of summer, and Nino had requested a day off of work specifically so they could spend some time together.
Either Jun was actually appeased by that promise, or he was giving up on fighting because he replied, “Yeah, you’re right.”
Nino dug right back into his omelet, because otherwise Jun would chide him for that too, and he didn’t even leave one small piece behind.
+++
“Thank you, Matsuko,” Nino said forcefully, pulling himself away from the large woman and escaping out the open front door. When he was far enough away, he waved his hand in greeting and bowed. “Please give Hina my regards!”
“How dare you! You said last time you’d spend some quality time with me!” she cried out behind him, but Nino had already started running through the sand and back to his bicycle.
Unfortunately, he’d had to park it on the board walk again, and he was already sweating before he’d run five minutes away from Matsuko’s villa, which was one of the more isolated ones on the island.
There was water waiting for him in his ice box, but that seemed like an eternity from now.
“Hey! Nino!”
He turned to see Touma waving at him, and a grin broke out on Nino’s face. He headed towards the small life guard’s box and greeted his long-time friend.
“You look hot! Want to come inside for a second? I have some frozen water bottles.”
“Yes, please, my savior,” Nino gasped back dramatically, and followed Touma into the small shack. It wasn’t that much cooler than outside, but at least it was shaded from the sun. With a toothy smile Touma handed him the frozen bottle, pulled out of a small cooler, and Nino immediately pressed it against his own neck.
“Ah, thank you!” he moaned, his mouth half open in pleasure.
“Have some water too, or you’ll get dehydrated.” Touma handed him a cup this time, filled to the brim with water which Nino gulped down quickly before passing the cup back. Touma was watching him carefully, and not in a way that Nino disliked.
“Are you on duty already? Tourist season really did start early,” Nino commented, but made sure to pull back the collar of his t-shirt as he moved the frozen bottle down his chest.
“As you can see there’s no one here, though,” Touma laughed. “Pretty boring,” he added pointedly, looking down at Nino’s sweat soaked shirt. “How about taking a break and having some fun with me?”
“Aren’t you Mr. Raunchy?” Nino teased, pointedly looking down at Touma’s swimming briefs which were skin tight and already showing his excitement at catching Nino on the beach.
Nino wasn’t going to turn him down, especially after not getting any relief with Jun that morning, but it would be fun to tease him a little.
“I don’t know, I’m supposed to be working right now,” he explained in a slightly lower voice, sliding the frozen water bottle over his chest, and hovering over one of his nipples so it perked up. His shirt was half see-through by now anyway, and after that his nipple was obvious… and Touma was staring at it.
“They’re pretty easy on you right?” Touma commented, licking a line of sweat off his lips, and palming his cock through his swimsuit. “I promise I won’t keep you long.”
“Better not,” Nino smirked back at him, and stumbled backwards when Touma immediately jumped him.
+++
In all honestly, Nino didn’t have another delivery until that night, but it was the truth that he couldn’t stay with Touma too long, because he had a lunch date with Aiba-chan.
The walk back to his bike wasn’t as bad this time, his body thrumming with pleasure, and although he was still sweaty, Touma had given him more water for the road.
His bicycle was in the same spot he’d left it, and as Touma’d said, there hadn’t been another person on the beach at all. He got on and began riding towards where he was supposed to meet Aiba, and that run down white van was waiting for him when he arrived.
“Nino! You’re early!”
“You’re early,” Nino panted as his bicycle stopped with a slight squeak. He parked it against a nearby tree and turned to Aiba just in time to be pulled into a tight hug.
“I was excited to see you!” Aiba chuckled and planted a wet kiss on Nino’s mouth.
“Idiot!” Nino hit him on the head, but let out a genuinely pleased laugh. “I saw you two days ago.”
“I missed you! Come on, let’s go!” Aiba pulled him to the van, and opened the passenger’s door for him before going around to the other side.
It wasn’t even a ten minute drive until they had reached Aiba’s secret secluded spot. The engine had barely died by the time Aiba was out of his door, pulling out a blanket and a picnic basket, and Nino followed behind him more leisurely, letting Aiba set things up himself.
Their spot was a little ways off the side of the road, through the trees, a little clearing on a cliff that overlooked the vast ocean. The grass was short and perfect for Aiba’s worn blanket, which Nino immediately sat down on, laying back to look up at the sky.
“Are you hungry yet? I brought fried rice and chicken sandwiches!”
“Not hungry,” Nino mumbled, pretending to fall asleep since he knew exactly what Aiba’s reaction would be.
And his prediction was right on target.
“Nino,” Aiba whined, falling on his knees next to his side and leaning over him, resting his weight on his arms, which were on either side of Nino’s head.
“What?” Nino mumbled back, turning his head away as if annoyed Aiba was keeping him from his rest.
But he couldn’t keep up the farce when Aiba started nuzzling his neck, tickling him and making him laugh.
“Nino,” Aiba whined again, licking his skin this time, sucking, although not quite hard enough to leave a mark.
“Masaki,” Nino replied, already worked up again. There were only two people that did that so easily.
“So it’s okay if I have Nino before lunch?” Aiba laughed in an airy voice, and didn’t wait for a reply before pulling Nino’s cargo pants down. They were isolated enough, and it wasn’t the first time that they’d had sex here-Aiba seemed to have a thing for doing it outside.
“I guess so,” Nino replied lightly, but his actions spoke differently. He pulled Aiba’s head up for a deep kiss, circling his tongue around the other one, and moaned when Aiba’s hands pulled at his half hard cock.
“Nino,” Aiba spoke tentatively, slipping his hand from his cock to between his legs. Nino wiggled against him, but his pants weren’t off all the way, so there wasn’t much he could do to accommodate Aiba’s searching fingers.
“Did someone just fuck you?” he asked softly, with a hard edge to his voice, and Nino shivered. He should have known it would be obvious, even to Aiba and his air-headed personality. There was a bit of lube clinging to his skin despite the quick clean up, and his ass was still loose.
“Y-yeah,” Nino managed to get out as Aiba’s fingers easily slipped inside of him, despite the tight space between his thighs. “Touma…”
Just knowing who it was, Aiba would probably figure out the situation; he’d been friends with Touma since school too, and was on the beach more often than Nino was.
“Right before you met with me,” Aiba grumbled, stretching his fingers widely, and it hurt a little, but Nino arched his back in anticipation. During sex Aiba was rarely anything but sweet and caring, but when he got jealous, he didn’t bother hiding it. The only person Aiba never got jealous of was Jun, because he understood things between them.
“I didn’t plan it-“ Nino argued, just for the sake of arguing, but Aiba made a noise in the back of his throat and pressed his fingers in as far as they would go, and Nino tensed, grabbing onto Aiba’s arm with both hands.
The fingers pressed against his prostate, sending a shiver through his body. It was almost painful, since he’d had sex less than an hour ago, but not enough for Nino to tell him to stop. He just held on as Aiba pressed there again and again.
“Ma-k-kun,” he stammered out, his hips thrusting a bit unwillingly in response to the teasing, but Aiba held him in place with his other hand.
“You know I hate it,” Aiba warned him. “Why won’t you just be mine?” he added more wistfully, pulling his fingers out in one go and leaving Nino to go limp against the blanket, panting for breath.
It wasn’t long ago that he’d heard similar words from a different person.
“I’m not going to use a condom,” Aiba warned before tugging Nino’s pants the rest of the way off and pushing down his own. “I’m going to come inside you.”
Nino pulled him close and held him there until they were finished.
+++
It hadn’t been a hard day as far as his deliveries were concerned, but Nino’s ass was a little sore. He’d taken a nap in the break room at the tiny milk plant before heading out on his last delivery. When that was finished he’d go straight home and into Jun’s waiting arms.
He checked the address for the third time, but it still hadn’t changed, so he made his way to one of the less popular motels on the old end of the strip. These days most people stayed at the huge resort that had been built on the beach, but some of them knew about the world class hot-pot dinner that was served at this one, especially the locals.
Nino greeted the woman manning the reception desk--Riisa, the owner--and headed up to the room with his one bottle of milk delivery.
The door was answered promptly when he knocked on it, and Nino’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Nino-Nino-yan!” Tegoshi greeted him with a wide smile, obviously tipsy if not already dead-drunk.
“Tego-tan,” Nino replied incredulously, “I should have known, with a delivery to a shady place like this.” In fact, Nino had made deliveries to hotels more than once, and they almost always turned out the same. “What are you doing back here?”
“We’re visiting!” Tegoshi smiled, backing away so that Nino could see into the hotel room, where three other men waved at him happily, sending a chorus of hey Nino! towards him.
“All of you?!” Nino replied incredulously, and couldn’t resist when Tegoshi grabbed him by the arm and pulled him inside the hotel room.
“Yeah, we got a break after that TV marathon last week, and decided it’d be the perfect timing for a trip home!” Masuda explained, right before Shige cut in with a smirk.
“And who better to call than Ninomiya-sempai?”
Tegoshi had already pulled the milk out of his hand and had replaced it with a beer, nudging Nino towards the couch, where Koyama was eyeing the two of them with a sharp grin.
“Your fans would have a fit if they saw the four of you shoved into a little shitty place like this,” Nino laughed incredulously, taking a sip of the beer. He would just stay until it was gone and then he’d leave. Jun was waiting for him, but at the same time it had been years since he’d seen any of these guys.
“They’d probably imagine something raunchy like a four-some,” Tegoshi teased, squishing Nino between him and Koyama, and Koyama automatically wrapped his arm around Nino’s waist.
Shifting a little, Nino drank half of his beer in one go. “So how’s Tokyo? I keep seeing you guys on the news, and Aiba-chan bought your concert DVD from last year.”
“That’s a good friend right there,” Koyama cheered happily, and in the heat of the moment they all made a toast with their drinks, dragging Nino along with them.
“He’s memorized all the songs too,” Nino told them with a huge grin, thinking about how much of a dork his Aiba could be. “Said that you guys need all the support from the locals here that you can get.”
“Ah, we should have called Aiba-chan too!” Masuda whined, throwing his head back to look up at the ceiling before promptly darting forward again. “We’ll call him up tomorrow before we leave?” he asked, looking around at the other guys, and they all nodded.
“But Nino’s here now,” Shige pointed out, finishing his drink in one gulp before setting the glass on the table and pulling off his tank top.
He’d had a feeling that’s where this was going. But there were four of them-Nino cleared his throat and raised his hand in a casual goodbye, but before he could even stand up, Tegoshi was kissing him and pushing him back into Koyama.
Nino hesitated, but he’d never had a five-some before, not even back in school, which was a much crazier time than now.
Someone pinched his nipple through his shirt and Nino moaned in appreciation.
“Just one round, okay?” he conceded, looking into Tegoshi’s eyes when he pulled away.
“Someone get this man another beer!” Tegoshi laughed happily, and Masuda didn’t hesitate to do so.
+++
When his phone started ringing, Nino had no idea what time it was, how drunk he was, or how many time he’d been fucked. They’d all had him at least once, although he was sure Masu had hit three times.
The rest of them were just as far gone, Shige tripping over Koyama to get to the cell phone and falling flat onto the floor. In retrospect, Shige probably hadn’t even realized it wasn’t his own phone.
“Heeeey,” he answered, and Koyama began giggling uncontrollably.
Nino let out a weak moan and managed to turn his head to pay attention. But Tegoshi was inside of him, thrusting completely haphazardly, and Nino wasn’t sure he was going to remain conscious for much longer.
“Nino?” Shige answered, turning his unfocused eyes to the small table, which Nino was sprawled across. Suddenly Shige smiled as if things had finally made sense in his head. “Yes! Nino is here. Definitely here.”
Just as distractedly, Shige turned to Koyama as if just barely realizing they were pressed against each other and still naked, and began stroking his sweat-soaked chest.
“Ah, yeah, that’s it,” Tegoshi moaned, speeding up, and Nino gasped, his eyes fluttering shut. He seriously wasn’t going to make it.
“Sorry,” Shige chuckled in a low voice, leaning closer to Koyama, “He’s indisposed right now, please try again later.”
Jun, Nino realized. Jun was waiting for him.
That was the last thought he had before he passed out.
+++
He was jostled awake, but his conscious took a while to collect itself. His body was being lifted and it hurt through the drunken haze, his arms from where they had been pressed against the table, and his hips for obvious reasons.
Finally, when Nino felt his hands being shoved through a button up shirt, he managed to open his eyes in slits and smiled.
“Jun-kun,” he mumbled with a cottony mouth. “It’s Jun-kun.”
But Jun didn’t smile back, just continued to dress him with furrowed brows. Nino looked around, but the only other person awake was Koyama, who was watching them with confusion, his hand still on the handle of the open door.
“Jun-kun’s here,” Nino told him firmly, believing he was saying something important, and Koyama laughed as if he had made a joke.
Jun grabbed his legs, forcing Nino to fall back onto the couch, which he did unceremoniously. Without any underwear, Jun shoved his cargo shorts up his legs until they were secure around his waist, and then roughly pulled him to stand up.
Even with Jun basically holding up all his weight Nino wobbled, but they managed to make it to the door together, and Nino waved at Koyama as they left.
“Bye Bye,” Koyama giggled drunkenly as they passed, and then closed the door behind them.
Luckily enough there were no stairs, but Nino only made it a few steps down the hallway before Jun had to tuck an arm under his shoulder and basically drag him along.
“Sorry for all the trouble, I appreciate it.” Jun nodded to Riisa, who was still at the reception desk, and she watched them struggle through the lobby with worried eyes.
Nino waved at her too before they were out the front door.
A taxi was waiting for them, and Jun shoved Nino inside first without another word said.
Continue to Part two