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Title: The Only Reason I'd Kick You Out of Bed Would be to Fuck You on the Floor
Pairing: Sho/Nino
Rating: R
Prompt: for usermmt
“So…?”
Nino sent him a mild glare as the rapper underneath him spoke, in the process of securing the older man’s wrist to the bedpost behind his head.
“What is it, Sho-chan?” His voice sounded annoyed, to say the least.
“Uh…?” the idol was still unsure where to start with his line of questioning, but there was a light smile pulling at his lips as he watched his boyfriend work, complying completely with however Nino moved him.
“What?” the gamer asked again with a huff, pulling the piece of cloth tighter than what would be considered polite, but Sho didn’t even flinch. “I thought you wanted to spend our anniversary together, Sho-chan? Even though us going out shopping all day apparently wasn’t enough…You had to guilt me into a ‘nice evening together’ too, didn’t you? Despite that new videogame that you bought me… that I’ve been waiting… forever… to play…” The magician was almost on the verge of gritting his teeth he was so tense, but Sho was barely containing his grin despite his boyfriend’s sour attitude.
“That doesn’t explain why I’m tied to the bed,” he teased back with a light tone. Sho was really trying to keep his amusement masked, because if he didn’t, Nino was bound to only get more irritated… not that that seemed like such a bad thing right now.
“This is our nice evening together, Sho-chan. You’d better enjoy it…”
It sounded more like a threat than anything, but in reality the rapper was quite encouraged by the fact that Nino was willing to spend time in his company rather than the TV’s, even if this was the mood he was in because of it.
Sho had already been stripped of his clothes before he had been almost violently forced onto the bed ten minutes ago, and Nino had straddling him to tie the bonds. The way the crotch of his jeans rubbed against Sho’s stomach as he moved had already turned him on enough that it was noticeable.
More roughly than necessary, Nino grabbed Sho’s face with his smaller hands and squished his cheeks together, leaning over enough that their lips were inches away from touching, but it was obvious he wasn’t going to be very nice to his partner tonight, starting already. “Ready, Sho-chan?” Although it seemed like he was still in a tantrum frame of mind, he had a smirk on his lips that was making the rapper hot.
Nino jumped off of him lithely and retrieved a few items from their usual place, then held up the cock ring quite obviously for Sho to see as he made his way back to the bed; they didn’t use it very often, but sometimes Nino had a mean streak (like now, which was fucking sexy).
In the other hand was lube, which Nino used to lather Sho up and slip the toy on him, and then the younger idol turned his back to him with a hinting, sultry expression.
As slowly as possible, Nino lifted up his polo shirt to reveal his lower back first, then his shoulders, and after almost a full minute he dropped the item to the floor, unbuckling his belt in the same leisurely way. Sho was watching with full attention, and after the jeans joined the shirt, Nino turned back to his boyfriend with his hands on his hips, pushing down the top of his boxer shorts enough to show the sparse trail of hair leading lower. But they didn’t come off.
“You know I could leave you like that all night,” the gamer said with a breathy voice, leaning over Sho so that their faces were getting closer. “I could go play my new game right now.”
Swallowing, but knowing whatever fit Nino threw, he would never be that cruel (but in a worst case scenario, Sho thought he might be able to work his hands free), the rapper barely grinned and tried to reach up for a kiss, but Nino pulled away, of course.
“You’d better not,” Sho whispered back in amusement, and although Nino looked anything but convinced, he cut in before the rapper could add a threat of his own.
“What’re you going to do? Kick me out of the bed?” he asked sarcastically, ducking his head in closer and teasing Sho again, getting very near, but not quite enough that they would kiss. “I’ll sleep on the couch with my game, then.”
“The only reason I’d kick you out of bed would be to fuck you on the floor.”
Nino paused at that reply, apparently not expecting either something so witty or sexy from his boyfriend, and Sho took the chance to connect their lips in a brief kiss.
After hitting him lightly on the head, the gamer pulled back completely, but now he had a lighter smirk on his face and his eyes had subtly changed from irritated to aroused.
He finally slid off his underwear, his gaze not leaving Sho’s, and then licked his lips as he hand wrapped around his cock and he lewdly jerked himself a few times. “I’m sort of wondering how well you fuck in this position…” Nino emphasized his question with his eyes looking down Sho’s taunt body lustfully, and then back up until their eyes met again.
“It’ll be harder with that thing on,” he continued, finally pulling his fist away from his own erection to touch Sho lightly, first at the base of his cock next to the ring and then sliding his fingers up to the tip, and the rapper shivered deliciously, the same amused grin still stuck on his lips.
“You’re the one that’s going to be doing the work, though,” Sho chuckled, thinking that maybe Nino hadn’t quite thought about that beforehand.
But that was okay. Either he’d get the enjoyment of seeing his boyfriend have to work for his orgasm while Sho just contributed as much as he could, or Nino would have to undo his hands, which was almost proof that he hadn’t planned things out all the way. Sho wouldn’t tease him too badly, though. He had sweetly abandoned his game to be here after all.
Nino clicked his tongue in annoyance and glared at Sho (which almost made him laugh) and then mumbled, we’ll see.
A/N: To usermmt, that was an awesome prompt. Not as kinky as it probably should have been, but I didn't want to write out all the bondage sex afterward because it would take too long, you know? I hope everyone who reads this enjoys it too. :)
Title: All I Can See is a Future With You by My Side
Pairing: Sho/Nino
Rating: PG
Prompt: for narusaku4vr
Sho came home to a familiar pair of loafers in his doorway and smiled immediately despite his long day of work. Nino was here unannounced, and although that was always welcome news, Sho sort of wished the gamer had mentioned something to him about it earlier because then he would have hurried home faster.
After taking his own shoes off, the idol shuffled into his bedroom (since Nino wasn’t in front of the TV, where he usually would be if he wasn’t sleeping) and dropped his suitcase by the door.
“Nino,” Sho said sweetly, smiling softly as he found the other man sitting on his bed with crossed legs, a book in his lap. The newscaster began to loosen his tie and shrug off his suit jacket, and undressed until he was in only his tank top and slacks before bouncing onto the bed next to the other idol, who looked mildly embarrassed, but hadn’t said anything other than welcome home.
“What’re you looking at?” the older man asked with a tired grin, glancing at the book in Nino’s hands, which he quickly recognized was a photo album.
His tiny hands stuck on the page, Nino swiveled his head and buried it in Sho’s shoulder, trying to hide his sappy expression at being caught doing whatever he was doing, and the rapper took a moment to look at the item closer.
It was a present that Nino had given him for his birthday after Arashi’s ten year anniversary. When he’d received it, realizing it was full of all sorts of photos of them together from when they first debuted up until Sho’s birthday that year, he’d begun to cry, even with Nino standing right in front of him. Some of them had been collected from magazines or miscellaneous photoshoots, but almost half of them were from someone’s private collection, either Nino’s or Jun’s or Aiba’s or a couple from Ohno, and Sho was pretty sure some of his own were in there too.
And although most of them were of them as a group (in various states of consciousness and undress) there were a few precious ones of just him and Nino together, hugging or holding hands, or the very last one, of Nino giving him a kiss on the cheek while Sho couldn’t hold back his laughter.
This album was his treasure, even before his wisdom teeth, and the idol kept it in a spot with easy access, since he took it out more than he probably should; after a hard day of work, or if one of the Arashi members were away on a trip, or when he had gotten in a fight with Nino…
“Why’re you looking at this?” Sho asked with a warm expression, slipping his hand over the top of Nino’s resting on the covered photos.
“I was just…waiting for you… and I happened to see it…” the younger man mumbled and tried to bury him face deeper in Sho’s skin, but his grin was easily visible. “I haven’t looked at it since I gave it to you…”
“Let’s look at it together,” the rapper suggested, slowly pulling the album out of Nino’s grip and scooting into a more comfortable position against the headboard of the bed, pulling the other man back with him. The gamer snuggled up against Sho’s chest with a leg on either side of him, and Sho pulled the album into Nino’s lap so they could look at it together while being in each other’s embrace.
The first page had a photocopy of a magazine article from their debut with that generic picture of them on a yacht, following by some photos of when they were still Johnny’s Juniors, and then some of Hawaii (that Sho suspected had been taken by Aiba’s shaky hand). The precious photo here was the one that Nino had taken of a sleeping Sho, and right now the snarky idol pointed at it and mused, you were so dorky back then.
“And you were thin as a rail…” Sho started, then paused with a smirk, “oh wait, you still are.”
Nino smacked his hand lightly, but was smiling in satisfaction, and then flipped the page, the two of them mumbling a few more comments about their younger days.
A moment later, Sho let out a mock-sigh, and mumbled, Oh God, even though he had the layout of the whole book memorized.
“Pikanchi,” Nino chuckled, looking over the images from their first movie as a group. “Wow, that was so long ago…”
“We were still trying really hard, weren’t we? To make a name for ourselves…”
Nino smiled and nodded, leaning into Sho more. “You were such a worrywart back then… Oh wait, you still are.”
Sho poked him in the side with a teasing smile and Nino laughed lightheartedly. After they had chatted about their outrageous outfits for a few minutes, they moved on to the new set of pictures.
“Wow, how nostalgic…” Nino sighed, running his fingers over pictures from their international concert tour. There were pages and pages of photos from this trip, some of them official Johnny’s, some of them taken back stage (one of Sho shrugging off his clothes behind a couch), and another clipping from a newspaper or magazine.
“That was a blast, wasn’t it?” Sho had been abroad more times that he could count anymore, but every time he traveled, he was reminded of this particular tour. Not only of the fans screaming in another language, but how close the five of them had gotten, traveling together and having to see each other every second of every day.
Nino nodded in response and they looked over the pictures carefully in silence, the emotion of this time period understood without verbal expression.
When the page was turned again, Sho laughed quietly next to Nino’s ear. “Ah, Yamada Taro. That was fun, wasn’t it? That was when we got… close.” He rubbed his nose against Nino’s neck and the younger idol giggled, turning towards him to press their lips together gently.
“Yeah, perverted Mimura…”
“H-hey! You hypnotized me, remember?”
Nino rolled his eyes before turning back to the photobook, mumbling something about a faulty memory.
Finally, a few minutes later, came the pictures from their anniversary. Not only the concerts and the tv specials, but also handfuls of Polaroids that had taken at random times to commemorate such an achievement.
Sho smiled as his eyes stuck on a picture taken by Aiba of Nino holding the rapper’s hand, both of them looking embarrassed and smiling widely while Sho looked at Nino and Nino looked at the camera. It might be his favorite picture (second to the last one, of course).
Not discussing the most recent event in too much detail, instead a feeling of wow, they had actually been in Arashi for ten years, wasn’t that amazing coursing through the air around them.
But those thoughts had been what their whole anniversary had been about, so Sho quickly flipped the pages and stopped on the last treasure, of Nino kissing him. After that, there were two blank pages, waiting for the newest additions, and Nino slowly ran his hands over the empty spots.
“I wonder what will be here in the future?” he asked sagely, and Sho tightened his arm where it had come to rest around Nino’s waist.
“All I can see is a future with you by my side.”
There was complete silence in the room, but Sho could feel Nino suddenly start to shake against him.
He kissed his cheek, then his neck, as Nino tried to scrub away the tears that suddenly poured out of his eyes, hiccupping and breathing heavily.
“W-why do you have to say… things like that?” The younger idol tried to keep his tone teasing, but Sho could tell that Nino had gotten really emotional at those words. Actually, he’d been getting a little choked up since they had begun looking through the pictures together, and although Sho was also feeling a little unsettled after reminiscing about their past, it was easier to keep a hold of himself while his lover was falling apart.
“Because I love you, Ninomiya Kazunari,” Sho said in a breathy voice and pulled Nino’s hand down to start kissing his eyes and nose, gently placing the photo album to the side so he could properly hold the smaller man.
“S-stop it,” Nino begged, although he sounded far from sincere about that wish. Air was coming to him steadier now, and although his face was a little red, the river coming out of his eyes had stopped already.
But instead of complying, Sho continued to kiss him, forgetting anything else except how lucky he was that Mimura was a pervert or that Nino liked to hypnotize him.
A/N: I'm a little unsure about this one... I rushed through the timeline because I didn't have the space... there's so many things to mention here and I only chose a few... So please forgive me...narusaku4vr, I hope this was sappy enough for you. ^.^ I think it might have been the first time I've written Sakumiya so sweetly...
Title: Did You Know It Was That Easy?
Pairing: Touma/Nino
Rating: light R
Prompt: for alexxasick
Touma had put it off long enough.
He had decided that he really needed to take care of this, for better or for worse, especially after what happened last week, and so he had gathered his courage and called Nino out for lunch at a discreet café in the busy streets of downtown Tokyo.
When Nino sauntered in, Touma stood awkwardly, and the Arashi member removed his sunglasses while giving his friend a light smile.
“How’ve you been?” the gamer asked nonchalantly, as if he didn’t remember what had happened a week ago, and took a seat before Touma had caught his breath and sat down across from him.
As they placed an order for coffee and two muffins, they made small talk about Arashi’s latest variety show and which guests were coming up, and then about Touma’s latest work, and Nino might have continued asking about the movie he was filming once the waitress left if not for Touma clearing his throat very loudly.
“Nino, there is a reason I asked you to meet me today.”
The other man smirked. “I would hope so. Although I missed you would have been sufficient.”
Instead of rising to Nino’s attempt at teasing him, Touma gave him a steady and stern look.
“Look, I’ll say this clearly. I’m in love with you.”
Nino grinned casually. “Okay.”
The nervous idol swallowed, blinked twice, wiped the sweat off of his forehead, and then tried again. “I’m in-“
“I heard you the first time. Or are you the one that’s deaf?”
“What the fuck kind of answer is okay?” Touma asked in return, getting a little upset, but only because he was so anxious and Nino wasn’t exactly being kind to him right now.
Nino leaned forward in his seat, resting his elbows on the table, and signed, as if he had to explain something to a three year old that they should already know.
“By you confessing, it means you want to date me, right?”
Touma furrowed his brows. Yeah, dating had been on the list, but a reply to his admission would have been first.
“So, okay, let’s date.”
Floundering, trying to follow the over simplified line of logic, it took Touma several minutes to realize (thinking backwards) that Nino’s reply meant he probably at least liked him back.
And the magician seemed to read his mind.
“I wouldn’t call it love, but…I’m willing to give you a chance.”
Touma looked confused again, and Nino laughed at him, almost condescendingly.
“Oh come on. You looked shocked, even after what happened last week.”
So he didn’t forget after all, Touma thought, and then turned red as he remembered Nino’s feverish lips on his own, their bodies hungrily rubbed against each other.
They had been mostly drunk, in the middle of a fierce battle with zombies, and somehow it had all ended with Nino pressing a vibrating controller against his cock. He might have been teasing, but it had only gone into the red from there, Touma drunkenly losing himself and ending up naked in Nino’s bed the next morning.
As a series of emotions crossed the younger idol’s face, the older’s softened and he gave Touma an almost sweet smile.
“Did you know it was that easy? Confessing, dating, relationships don’t have to be complicated. You’ve been in too many dramas,” Nino chuckled and Touma blushed before grinning back at him. Everything was really turning out well, better than he had expected.
“What did you think would happen? I’d say it was all a mistake and that I wasn’t gay or that I loved someone else?” he continued to harass Touma, basking in the other man’s awkward transition of emotional states. “I wouldn’t have started anything if that were the case, even if we were both dead ass drunk…” Nino lowered his voice for that tiny confession and dropped his eyes to the table momentarily, stirring his coffee and finally taking a sip of it.
Touma followed his movements with his eyes and unconsciously began stirring his own coffee with a detached attitude. They were silent while the younger idol once again tried to come to terms with the fact that Nino had easily fallen into his arms and that they could quite possibly become happy together. He really hadn’t thought it would be so easy. He had prepared a speech of reasons why Nino should at least give him the opportunity to prove himself.
“So where are you taking me on our first date? Or is this our first date? Because that might be a little too cheap.”
Letting out a genuine laugh, Touma leaned back in his chair and looked up as his eyes crinkled in joy.
Nino was grinning at him when he came back to himself and Touma impulsively reached across the table to briefly touch his friend’s wrist. The smaller fingers of the older man uncurled from his coffee cup and reached out to tangle in Touma’s longer ones.
“Well, I guess after this we can hit the arcade…or better yet, we could skip straight to going to your house to… kill zombies,” Touma suggested with one raised eyebrow in a manner he thought to be sexually suggestive.
“I might be up for… killing zombies,” Nino replied, barely holding in his laughter.
A/N: I hope that was sweet enough for you, alexxasick. I'm afraid it turned out more funny, though... But I actually had a fun time writing this one. :) I like Touma (I got into the habit of spelling it with a u... D|) and Nino as gamer buddies, so that was the kinky item. XD Also, I changed your requested line just a little so it fit in with the dialogue. I hope it turned out okay. :)
Title: Arashi's Leader
Pairing: Sho/Ohno
Rating: light R
Prompt: for yukichan_tb
“Being Arashi's Leader means that you should always be concerned about our happiness... and be ready to satisfy our needs.”
Ohno looked up at Sho with an anxious expression from where he was pressed against the studio wall by the bigger body. He didn’t understand why he had been assaulted so suddenly, just when he had been getting ready to return to his home, but the rapper was certainly keeping him pinned in place with his thigh in an area where… well, an area it probably shouldn’t be.
Sho had whispered those words against Ohno’s cheek and if he hadn’t looked so nervous himself, the older man might have gotten mad or at least pushed him away. But he stopped dead in his tracks, wondering first of all if being a leader really meant that he should be used by the other members like Sho said, and second of all, if his friend was actually being serious or just using that reason as an excuse.
“I mean… when Nino wants to take a nap on your lap you let him, right?” the taller idol asked in a low voice. His hand came up to push some of the hair out of Ohno’s face and his eyelids dropped a little, Sho obviously becoming encouraged by the fact that he hadn’t been rejected yet.
“Or if Jun wants you to go out drinking with him so he doesn’t have to go alone, you go, right?”
Ohno swallowed and tried to avert his eyes from the bearing gaze that was burning his face. Those statements were both right, and he spoiled Masaki too, so whatever Sho had to say about him would no doubt be true.
“And anything Aiba-chan cooks you eat, don’t you?”
He had guessed correctly.
“But I never ask you for anything, right?” Sho added, leaning further into Ohno, touching his brow lightly with his lips, and his thigh increased the pressure where it was tucked between the older man’s legs, and Leader let out a barely audible gasp.
“Well, I’m asking you now.”
Bending down, Sho’s mouth was now lightly caressing his neck, and, since Sho had been forced to bend his hips back to accommodate the new position, he replaced the front of his leg with his palm instead.
Ohno wiggled as the rapper rubbed him through his jeans, and although he tried to turn his head away to show that he wasn’t exactly comfortable with this sudden request, he was only attacked more because of his effort.
“W-why?” the smaller star let out in a tiny voice, creating fists with his hands, grabbing the material of the shoulder of Sho’s shirt for lack of anything else.
Pulling back to answer, Sho explained in a level voice and Ohno couldn’t help but stare into his friends eyes, wondering if the sobriety he saw there and the anxious, shaking hands were part of the same person.
“I need sex. It’s how I cope with stress.”
Ohno gave him a blank expression, totally caught off guard by that explanation. Didn’t Sho take those strange baths of his for stress relief? Although there wasn’t really any opportunity for him to do something like that at a studio, plus he was probably too busy anyway…
But weren’t there other ways to deal with stress, like exercise or shrinks or meditation or something?
Seeing the question in the older man’s eyes, Sho sighed and pressed closer, this time to hide his embarrassed expression rather than to pressure Ohno.
“I’ve masturbated three times already today,” he whispered next to his ear, and Leader barely heard him. But when he did, his eyebrows shot up into his hairline.
“Th-three?” Ohno asked with an incredulous expression, his mouth half open. He hadn’t even noticed Sho’s absence during filming and the interview that had followed.
The subtle way that the rappers hips pressed forward as he replied wasn’t disregarded by the artist. “I just finished the third…”
Images of Sho’s private activities came unbidden to Ohno’s mind, and he suddenly noticed that Sho’s lips seemed redder than usual, that he was flushed, that he did have that aura around him crying out that he’d had an orgasm. Or maybe it was all in Leader’s head.
Sho was almost thrusting against him now, his eyes half lidded again, and Ohno wondered if it was the talk of sex or the way that the rapper was touching him that made him feel warmer than he should be right now.
“As you can tell, I’m still hard. I need… sex. With you.”
“Why me?” Ohno asked in a hushed voice, this time without wavering, and then suddenly looked down the hallway to the left. No one had come by, luckily, and although he was pretty sure most of the staff was preoccupied and would brush off something like walking past two Arashi members in a more than friendly position, if they were going to do something they should probably move to another room.
Sho swallowed and closed his eyes completely, seeming uncomfortable with revealing the reason that he had picked the artist over all of the other people that would have probably been more willing. But Ohno figured the other man had had no choice but to explain at this point, because he was certainly not agreeing to do anything with Sho without one… Even if it was something about him being a responsible leader again.
“If it has to be someone, it has to be you.”
“Sho-“
“If it’s anyone else I won’t be satisfied. If it’s anyone else I’ll just be thinking of you anyway, so it has to be you.”
Ohno gulped at those words, not sure if he should take them at face value or look for some deeper meaning.
Sho backed up to give his captain a convincing look, tilting his head forward a little so that he was looking up at Leader through his bangs, which were falling in his face.
“Please,” he begged, and it was apparent that he knew he was asking for something quite excessive.
The pouty expression on Sho’s lips, combined with the sultry look his unkempt hair was creating was the tie breaker, and Ohno sighed and nodded. It wasn’t like the picture of Sho masturbating had been unwelcome, and if it would help Sho out, Ohno was more than willing…although he did wish Sho had come to him a little more kindly and explained the situation first instead of just trying to seduce him.
But then again, maybe this way was sexier.
Ohno took the newscaster’s hand lightly and led him back to the break room that had been deserted after he had left, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to the stress relieving session.
A/N: I have to admit I was tempted to write something like Sho taking advantage of Ohno, slightly non-con... but I couldn't bring myself to. Maybe if it was Nino or Jun I could, but Sho is too nice... DX I imagine him going without rather than asking for a favor, you know? So, I'm sorry, yukichan_tb. T.T Maybe it wasn't what you were hoping for? I didn't even use Sho's bangs very much... But it turned out sort of cute, and it's the first one of these that I've wanted to continue, to clarify a few things, but I don't think I will. :( As I mentioned, too much on my plate as far as periodical stories are concerned. I've been wanting to write some Yama, too, so thanks for the prompt!!
Title: Do You Want Me to Prove It?
Pairing: Sho/Nino
Rating: light R
Prompt: for mongo_o_o
“Did you guys hear that? I’m going to be a billionaire!” Nino said happily as the group walked back to their dressing room from the Utaban stage. He was running one finger over his three precious lines on his palm that promised success, with a high energy around him despite their long day of singing and dancing.
Aiba giggled, trying to push his way up next to Nino, but there wasn’t quite enough room in the hallway, and Leader was shuffling a little, looking at his own hand with a dazed expression. “Yeah, but Shimada-san said you had that gay line-Sho-chan too-“
Frowning abruptly, Nino turned his head only a fraction and interrupted his friend before he could continue, “I’m not gay, Aiba.”
They entered the dressing room one at a time, but the tallest member of Arashi wasn’t willing to give up his teasing, especially since Nino had reacted to it more seriously than expected.
“But at least you’re not gay alone, right? Sho-chan’s gay with you-“ Aiba said in a voice that was louder than necessary with a sparkle in his eyes and glanced at the newscaster, who was trying not to grin as Nino visibly ruffled.
“I’m not gay, and besides, he said that it’s a line that a lot of gay people just happen to have, not that having that line makes you gay.”
“Same thing-“
“It’s not the same thing-“ Nino turned around the room, trying to find someone to support him in his fight against the animal lover. “Sho, it’s not the same thing, right?”
Aiba and Nino turned to the rapper, obviously leaving it to him to solve their argument, and Ohno and Jun were already tearing off their shirts with only mild interest in the conversation.
With a grin Sho replied, “Well, it’s not really the same thing…” much to Nino’s relief.
“See? Now drop it.”
“Nope. From now on I’m going to start drawing rainbows by your name every time I see it on a studio door-“
“Don’t you dare-“
“I’m going to freshen up,” Jun called out across the room, grabbing a towel and leaving in only his street jeans, and Aiba perked up and began following him with a mischievous expression.
“C’mon, Oh-chan, let’s leave these two gay lovebirds alone,” Aiba said, grinning from ear to ear and completely ignoring how pissed off Nino looked right now.
“I’m not gay!” he called out as they left, but it was useless.
When the room was empty except for the pair of idols, the younger let out a sigh and turned to Sho.
“I’m not gay,” he repeated in a weaker voice, looking melancholy now instead of upset, but he shuffled across the room and leaned against the newscaster, his head resting on the taller man’s shoulder.
Sho wrapped his arms around Nino and smiled softly. He knew that Masaki was really only teasing him, but even Sho was surprised at how avidly the gamer had argued with him.
As if he wanted to draw out the conversation that was waiting to happen, Nino suddenly leaned back and adjusted himself for a kiss from Sho, who pulled away just slightly with a small grin.
“If you’re not gay, you shouldn’t kiss other men.”
Nino immediately pouted, but looked like he had anticipated some sort of statement like that.
“I’m not gay…” he insisted, trying to lean in closer. When Sho just backed away again, a teasing expression still in place, Nino explained, “I’m just a Sakurai Sho fan.”
There was silence for a moment and the taller man stopped moving so the shorter could maneuver into his embrace again, and then Sho raised his eyebrow. “Really?”
“Do you want me to prove it?”
“That you’re not gay, just a Sakurai Sho fan?”
“Yeah.”
Sho laughed. “How exactly are you going to do that?”
Nino pressed into his chest, causing Sho to lean back against the wall directly behind him, and distractedly raised his hands to undo the black buttons of the shirt Sho had worn on air.
“Well, we can go back to my place…And I could fuck you on the couch…”
The next laugh was louder than the first, the older man’s eyes crinkling so much they were almost shut.
“On your leopard print couch? Yeah, that sounds pretty ‘not gay’.”
Nino was pouting, but his hands were wandering across Sho’s chest now, all of the buttons undone and the shirt pushed open to show his bare skin.
“Also, even if you’re on top it doesn’t change the fact that it’s two men having sex,” Sho pointed out, not visibly reacting to the touches.
Abruptly the shorter idol bonked him on the head with a frown and said, “Stop thinking so much, Mr. Big Brain.”
Sho gazed down at him with an endearing expression and pulled Nino against him so suddenly that the gamer almost lost his footing. He stared up at his lover with a cautious expression, but Sho was leaning close enough to him that it was almost difficult. Instead, he settled for staring at the necklace resting against the rapper’s collarbone.
“How about this?” the newscaster started, one of his hands slowly making its way down Nino’s back and to his ass. “We go back to your place, put a sheet over the leopard print couch,” the gamer almost objected to his, but Sho was talking too confidently to let him interrupt, “I fuck you, and then we eat the spiciest curry we can find and have a Die Hard marathon.”
Although the smaller man didn’t look quite convinced that Sho’s suggestion sounded appealing, he at least agreed to some of it-the way his hips had started to move deliciously against the other man told as much.
“And tomorrow I’ll tell Aiba that you’re definitely not gay, okay?” he added as an afterthought and kissed the corner of Nino’s mouth as the small hands came back to his chest.
He would certainly tell Aiba that, yeah, and of course follow up with explaining that Nino was a Sakurai Sho fan instead. Aiba already knew the two of them were seeing each other, although Sho wasn’t sure if Nino realized that their friend had found out a while ago. Either way, the Miracle Boy would certainly get a laugh out of Nino most likely rejecting Sho’s curry and falling asleep during Die Hard, and that would be enough for him to drop the subject.
A/N: This one was really fun to write, even though I hadn't actually seen that particular clip yet and I may have had to look at a translation. I'm not really sure why Nino doesn't want to be gay, since he has a leopard print couch and all, but this is what came out, so that's the way it will be. I hope you like it, mogo_o_o :).
Title: I’m Not Going to be Able to Touch You Without Laughing
Pairing: Touma/Ohno
Rating: PG
Prompt: for yarukizero
note: some spoilers for the drama Maou
Acting was not usually one of the activities that made Ohno nervous.
Tense, yes, attentive to his every action, yes, but the fast beating heart and the excess sweat running down his temples had long since stopped accompanying the idol to his sets, worn down by years of successes and failures, experience and closely watching his seniors.
He still made mistakes, of course, all the time, but now instead of chiding himself and promising he would try harder next time, he simply did better the next time, almost consistently pulling out that specific look the director wanted, or using his own opinion on what his character would do to make up for his initial failure.
And maybe right now he wasn’t exactly nervous because of the act of acting. No, it was rather because he was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to hold his expression long enough to finish the scene, even thought it was probably the simplest one since they had started this morbid drama. Getting that right look, the one that said I’m dead, wouldn’t be a problem, but keeping it in place while his head leaned on Touma’s shoulder, while their arms touched through their clothes, while he could hear Touma’s pulse speeding up along with his own…might be.
This hadn’t been a problem before today. Without a second thought, Ohno had posed for magazine centerfolds with murder in his eyes while he stood only inches away from his costar, scowled at Touma in front of the camera while sweat dripped down the taller man’s face, his breath erratic and evoking a sense of sex. They had messed around off air too, Touma using his height to win short wrestling matches and Ohno letting him with a scrunched up face, and sometimes they would go out for dinner or alcohol when they were finished as a sort of private celebration.
Touma had pulled him aside right before filming started a few hours ago, Ohno already dressed in his suit that fit him like a glove, and his friend in his quite fitting white shirt and army style jacket.
Ohno, how about we go drinking after this?
Sure, he had replied without thinking about it. It was only natural to celebrate the last day of filming with a few drinks, and it wasn’t like they hadn’t been out several times before now.
Just the two of us.
He’d thought that was a little weird, that Touma had to mention that detail specifically as they usually didn’t go out with anyone else, but he had smiled his usual Arashi smile and nodded. Touma looked a little anxious at that reaction and cleared his throat.
Can it be a date?
A date? he repeated, his eyebrows furrowing, although the suggestion wasn’t exactly unwelcome.
Yes, I want it to be a date.
Unable to come up with anything else, Ohno agreed, not wanting to turn down the man that he had come to be quite good friends with.
But after he started thinking about it, while they were preparing for filming and getting their hair done, the Leader of Arashi couldn’t stop a small grin from reaching his lips.
It was a date, he kept repeating in his head, and Touma caught his expression and smiled back.
But, since he was thinking of his costar quite different now, the reality of them sitting next to each other, of dying together, was making Ohno’s stomach turn in a way he imagined most people felt after being in love much longer than he had been. Now he really knew the meaning behind Touma’s light touches, playful teasing, and sudden newfound hobby of taking pictures of Ohno on set.
After the man with the plastic bottle of fake blood doused the actor until he looked like a properly stabbed Naruse, Ohno walked to the set with Touma only a few feet behind him. He stared at the spot they were supposed to sit for the death scene they were filming, and he couldn’t stop the grin from coming out as hard as he tried.
He glanced at Touma, and found that his friend had the same bright expression despite the dour mood of the set, then ducked his head shyly as he felt slightly longer fingers brush his own just barely.
God, I knew I should have waited, I can’t even look at you now.
Ohno’s expression grew brighter and he turned to look at Touma to see if what he had said was true. Although the taller idol snuck a glance at him from the corner of his eye, he turned away immediately, trying to collect himself enough to finish out their workday.
The director yelled at them, and Touma jumped to attention, kneeling down on the floor of the set to get into position, Ohno right behind him. They were adjusted to the man’s liking, Touma’s hand moved from where it was pressed against the Arashi member’s thigh to rest on top of his own, and Ohno was scooted closer, told to tilt his head down more, then nevermind, it was better in the first position.
It took all of Ohno’s willpower and several meditative techniques he had picked up over the years to calm his expression down to what it should be, and he managed to keep his mind clear as he head the direction yell a countdown to the filming.
But although Touma’s breath was inaudible to his ear (they were supposed to be dead, after all), Ohno could still feel his heartbeat somehow, even though he might have been imagining it, or mistaking his own for Touma’s with the way it was pounding its way through his forcibly emptied head.
He could feel his lips threatening to twitch and was that Touma’s arm shaking against his own? He imagined the bright smile he’d been privy to all day, the actor’s sparkling teeth and squished eyes and his rumbling chuckle that Ohno had always tried his best to draw out of him, even before they were scheduled for a date.
The director called out to indicate the end of that particular scene, and before he had even finished talking, Touma was laughing loud and heavy and Ohno was doing the same.
Once the two men calmed down (after some very incredulous looks from the man behind the camera and the hair stylist), Touma sighed and rested his head back against the machine prop they were stationed in front of.
I’m not going to be able to touch you without laughing now.
There was only a second of silence before Ohno’s lips twitched up in a smirk and he mumbled, I guess that means we need to get you used to it?
A/N:For the ever wonderful yarukizero, who I forced to give me a prompt. If you're reading this, baby: いつもと同じ、愛してるぞ。
Note: This page will be updated as I finish each prompt. Done and done.
Title: The Only Reason I'd Kick You Out of Bed Would be to Fuck You on the Floor
Pairing: Sho/Nino
Rating: R
Prompt: for usermmt
“So…?”
Nino sent him a mild glare as the rapper underneath him spoke, in the process of securing the older man’s wrist to the bedpost behind his head.
“What is it, Sho-chan?” His voice sounded annoyed, to say the least.
“Uh…?” the idol was still unsure where to start with his line of questioning, but there was a light smile pulling at his lips as he watched his boyfriend work, complying completely with however Nino moved him.
“What?” the gamer asked again with a huff, pulling the piece of cloth tighter than what would be considered polite, but Sho didn’t even flinch. “I thought you wanted to spend our anniversary together, Sho-chan? Even though us going out shopping all day apparently wasn’t enough…You had to guilt me into a ‘nice evening together’ too, didn’t you? Despite that new videogame that you bought me… that I’ve been waiting… forever… to play…” The magician was almost on the verge of gritting his teeth he was so tense, but Sho was barely containing his grin despite his boyfriend’s sour attitude.
“That doesn’t explain why I’m tied to the bed,” he teased back with a light tone. Sho was really trying to keep his amusement masked, because if he didn’t, Nino was bound to only get more irritated… not that that seemed like such a bad thing right now.
“This is our nice evening together, Sho-chan. You’d better enjoy it…”
It sounded more like a threat than anything, but in reality the rapper was quite encouraged by the fact that Nino was willing to spend time in his company rather than the TV’s, even if this was the mood he was in because of it.
Sho had already been stripped of his clothes before he had been almost violently forced onto the bed ten minutes ago, and Nino had straddling him to tie the bonds. The way the crotch of his jeans rubbed against Sho’s stomach as he moved had already turned him on enough that it was noticeable.
More roughly than necessary, Nino grabbed Sho’s face with his smaller hands and squished his cheeks together, leaning over enough that their lips were inches away from touching, but it was obvious he wasn’t going to be very nice to his partner tonight, starting already. “Ready, Sho-chan?” Although it seemed like he was still in a tantrum frame of mind, he had a smirk on his lips that was making the rapper hot.
Nino jumped off of him lithely and retrieved a few items from their usual place, then held up the cock ring quite obviously for Sho to see as he made his way back to the bed; they didn’t use it very often, but sometimes Nino had a mean streak (like now, which was fucking sexy).
In the other hand was lube, which Nino used to lather Sho up and slip the toy on him, and then the younger idol turned his back to him with a hinting, sultry expression.
As slowly as possible, Nino lifted up his polo shirt to reveal his lower back first, then his shoulders, and after almost a full minute he dropped the item to the floor, unbuckling his belt in the same leisurely way. Sho was watching with full attention, and after the jeans joined the shirt, Nino turned back to his boyfriend with his hands on his hips, pushing down the top of his boxer shorts enough to show the sparse trail of hair leading lower. But they didn’t come off.
“You know I could leave you like that all night,” the gamer said with a breathy voice, leaning over Sho so that their faces were getting closer. “I could go play my new game right now.”
Swallowing, but knowing whatever fit Nino threw, he would never be that cruel (but in a worst case scenario, Sho thought he might be able to work his hands free), the rapper barely grinned and tried to reach up for a kiss, but Nino pulled away, of course.
“You’d better not,” Sho whispered back in amusement, and although Nino looked anything but convinced, he cut in before the rapper could add a threat of his own.
“What’re you going to do? Kick me out of the bed?” he asked sarcastically, ducking his head in closer and teasing Sho again, getting very near, but not quite enough that they would kiss. “I’ll sleep on the couch with my game, then.”
“The only reason I’d kick you out of bed would be to fuck you on the floor.”
Nino paused at that reply, apparently not expecting either something so witty or sexy from his boyfriend, and Sho took the chance to connect their lips in a brief kiss.
After hitting him lightly on the head, the gamer pulled back completely, but now he had a lighter smirk on his face and his eyes had subtly changed from irritated to aroused.
He finally slid off his underwear, his gaze not leaving Sho’s, and then licked his lips as he hand wrapped around his cock and he lewdly jerked himself a few times. “I’m sort of wondering how well you fuck in this position…” Nino emphasized his question with his eyes looking down Sho’s taunt body lustfully, and then back up until their eyes met again.
“It’ll be harder with that thing on,” he continued, finally pulling his fist away from his own erection to touch Sho lightly, first at the base of his cock next to the ring and then sliding his fingers up to the tip, and the rapper shivered deliciously, the same amused grin still stuck on his lips.
“You’re the one that’s going to be doing the work, though,” Sho chuckled, thinking that maybe Nino hadn’t quite thought about that beforehand.
But that was okay. Either he’d get the enjoyment of seeing his boyfriend have to work for his orgasm while Sho just contributed as much as he could, or Nino would have to undo his hands, which was almost proof that he hadn’t planned things out all the way. Sho wouldn’t tease him too badly, though. He had sweetly abandoned his game to be here after all.
Nino clicked his tongue in annoyance and glared at Sho (which almost made him laugh) and then mumbled, we’ll see.
A/N: To usermmt, that was an awesome prompt. Not as kinky as it probably should have been, but I didn't want to write out all the bondage sex afterward because it would take too long, you know? I hope everyone who reads this enjoys it too. :)
Title: All I Can See is a Future With You by My Side
Pairing: Sho/Nino
Rating: PG
Prompt: for narusaku4vr
Sho came home to a familiar pair of loafers in his doorway and smiled immediately despite his long day of work. Nino was here unannounced, and although that was always welcome news, Sho sort of wished the gamer had mentioned something to him about it earlier because then he would have hurried home faster.
After taking his own shoes off, the idol shuffled into his bedroom (since Nino wasn’t in front of the TV, where he usually would be if he wasn’t sleeping) and dropped his suitcase by the door.
“Nino,” Sho said sweetly, smiling softly as he found the other man sitting on his bed with crossed legs, a book in his lap. The newscaster began to loosen his tie and shrug off his suit jacket, and undressed until he was in only his tank top and slacks before bouncing onto the bed next to the other idol, who looked mildly embarrassed, but hadn’t said anything other than welcome home.
“What’re you looking at?” the older man asked with a tired grin, glancing at the book in Nino’s hands, which he quickly recognized was a photo album.
His tiny hands stuck on the page, Nino swiveled his head and buried it in Sho’s shoulder, trying to hide his sappy expression at being caught doing whatever he was doing, and the rapper took a moment to look at the item closer.
It was a present that Nino had given him for his birthday after Arashi’s ten year anniversary. When he’d received it, realizing it was full of all sorts of photos of them together from when they first debuted up until Sho’s birthday that year, he’d begun to cry, even with Nino standing right in front of him. Some of them had been collected from magazines or miscellaneous photoshoots, but almost half of them were from someone’s private collection, either Nino’s or Jun’s or Aiba’s or a couple from Ohno, and Sho was pretty sure some of his own were in there too.
And although most of them were of them as a group (in various states of consciousness and undress) there were a few precious ones of just him and Nino together, hugging or holding hands, or the very last one, of Nino giving him a kiss on the cheek while Sho couldn’t hold back his laughter.
This album was his treasure, even before his wisdom teeth, and the idol kept it in a spot with easy access, since he took it out more than he probably should; after a hard day of work, or if one of the Arashi members were away on a trip, or when he had gotten in a fight with Nino…
“Why’re you looking at this?” Sho asked with a warm expression, slipping his hand over the top of Nino’s resting on the covered photos.
“I was just…waiting for you… and I happened to see it…” the younger man mumbled and tried to bury him face deeper in Sho’s skin, but his grin was easily visible. “I haven’t looked at it since I gave it to you…”
“Let’s look at it together,” the rapper suggested, slowly pulling the album out of Nino’s grip and scooting into a more comfortable position against the headboard of the bed, pulling the other man back with him. The gamer snuggled up against Sho’s chest with a leg on either side of him, and Sho pulled the album into Nino’s lap so they could look at it together while being in each other’s embrace.
The first page had a photocopy of a magazine article from their debut with that generic picture of them on a yacht, following by some photos of when they were still Johnny’s Juniors, and then some of Hawaii (that Sho suspected had been taken by Aiba’s shaky hand). The precious photo here was the one that Nino had taken of a sleeping Sho, and right now the snarky idol pointed at it and mused, you were so dorky back then.
“And you were thin as a rail…” Sho started, then paused with a smirk, “oh wait, you still are.”
Nino smacked his hand lightly, but was smiling in satisfaction, and then flipped the page, the two of them mumbling a few more comments about their younger days.
A moment later, Sho let out a mock-sigh, and mumbled, Oh God, even though he had the layout of the whole book memorized.
“Pikanchi,” Nino chuckled, looking over the images from their first movie as a group. “Wow, that was so long ago…”
“We were still trying really hard, weren’t we? To make a name for ourselves…”
Nino smiled and nodded, leaning into Sho more. “You were such a worrywart back then… Oh wait, you still are.”
Sho poked him in the side with a teasing smile and Nino laughed lightheartedly. After they had chatted about their outrageous outfits for a few minutes, they moved on to the new set of pictures.
“Wow, how nostalgic…” Nino sighed, running his fingers over pictures from their international concert tour. There were pages and pages of photos from this trip, some of them official Johnny’s, some of them taken back stage (one of Sho shrugging off his clothes behind a couch), and another clipping from a newspaper or magazine.
“That was a blast, wasn’t it?” Sho had been abroad more times that he could count anymore, but every time he traveled, he was reminded of this particular tour. Not only of the fans screaming in another language, but how close the five of them had gotten, traveling together and having to see each other every second of every day.
Nino nodded in response and they looked over the pictures carefully in silence, the emotion of this time period understood without verbal expression.
When the page was turned again, Sho laughed quietly next to Nino’s ear. “Ah, Yamada Taro. That was fun, wasn’t it? That was when we got… close.” He rubbed his nose against Nino’s neck and the younger idol giggled, turning towards him to press their lips together gently.
“Yeah, perverted Mimura…”
“H-hey! You hypnotized me, remember?”
Nino rolled his eyes before turning back to the photobook, mumbling something about a faulty memory.
Finally, a few minutes later, came the pictures from their anniversary. Not only the concerts and the tv specials, but also handfuls of Polaroids that had taken at random times to commemorate such an achievement.
Sho smiled as his eyes stuck on a picture taken by Aiba of Nino holding the rapper’s hand, both of them looking embarrassed and smiling widely while Sho looked at Nino and Nino looked at the camera. It might be his favorite picture (second to the last one, of course).
Not discussing the most recent event in too much detail, instead a feeling of wow, they had actually been in Arashi for ten years, wasn’t that amazing coursing through the air around them.
But those thoughts had been what their whole anniversary had been about, so Sho quickly flipped the pages and stopped on the last treasure, of Nino kissing him. After that, there were two blank pages, waiting for the newest additions, and Nino slowly ran his hands over the empty spots.
“I wonder what will be here in the future?” he asked sagely, and Sho tightened his arm where it had come to rest around Nino’s waist.
“All I can see is a future with you by my side.”
There was complete silence in the room, but Sho could feel Nino suddenly start to shake against him.
He kissed his cheek, then his neck, as Nino tried to scrub away the tears that suddenly poured out of his eyes, hiccupping and breathing heavily.
“W-why do you have to say… things like that?” The younger idol tried to keep his tone teasing, but Sho could tell that Nino had gotten really emotional at those words. Actually, he’d been getting a little choked up since they had begun looking through the pictures together, and although Sho was also feeling a little unsettled after reminiscing about their past, it was easier to keep a hold of himself while his lover was falling apart.
“Because I love you, Ninomiya Kazunari,” Sho said in a breathy voice and pulled Nino’s hand down to start kissing his eyes and nose, gently placing the photo album to the side so he could properly hold the smaller man.
“S-stop it,” Nino begged, although he sounded far from sincere about that wish. Air was coming to him steadier now, and although his face was a little red, the river coming out of his eyes had stopped already.
But instead of complying, Sho continued to kiss him, forgetting anything else except how lucky he was that Mimura was a pervert or that Nino liked to hypnotize him.
A/N: I'm a little unsure about this one... I rushed through the timeline because I didn't have the space... there's so many things to mention here and I only chose a few... So please forgive me...narusaku4vr, I hope this was sappy enough for you. ^.^ I think it might have been the first time I've written Sakumiya so sweetly...
Title: Did You Know It Was That Easy?
Pairing: Touma/Nino
Rating: light R
Prompt: for alexxasick
Touma had put it off long enough.
He had decided that he really needed to take care of this, for better or for worse, especially after what happened last week, and so he had gathered his courage and called Nino out for lunch at a discreet café in the busy streets of downtown Tokyo.
When Nino sauntered in, Touma stood awkwardly, and the Arashi member removed his sunglasses while giving his friend a light smile.
“How’ve you been?” the gamer asked nonchalantly, as if he didn’t remember what had happened a week ago, and took a seat before Touma had caught his breath and sat down across from him.
As they placed an order for coffee and two muffins, they made small talk about Arashi’s latest variety show and which guests were coming up, and then about Touma’s latest work, and Nino might have continued asking about the movie he was filming once the waitress left if not for Touma clearing his throat very loudly.
“Nino, there is a reason I asked you to meet me today.”
The other man smirked. “I would hope so. Although I missed you would have been sufficient.”
Instead of rising to Nino’s attempt at teasing him, Touma gave him a steady and stern look.
“Look, I’ll say this clearly. I’m in love with you.”
Nino grinned casually. “Okay.”
The nervous idol swallowed, blinked twice, wiped the sweat off of his forehead, and then tried again. “I’m in-“
“I heard you the first time. Or are you the one that’s deaf?”
“What the fuck kind of answer is okay?” Touma asked in return, getting a little upset, but only because he was so anxious and Nino wasn’t exactly being kind to him right now.
Nino leaned forward in his seat, resting his elbows on the table, and signed, as if he had to explain something to a three year old that they should already know.
“By you confessing, it means you want to date me, right?”
Touma furrowed his brows. Yeah, dating had been on the list, but a reply to his admission would have been first.
“So, okay, let’s date.”
Floundering, trying to follow the over simplified line of logic, it took Touma several minutes to realize (thinking backwards) that Nino’s reply meant he probably at least liked him back.
And the magician seemed to read his mind.
“I wouldn’t call it love, but…I’m willing to give you a chance.”
Touma looked confused again, and Nino laughed at him, almost condescendingly.
“Oh come on. You looked shocked, even after what happened last week.”
So he didn’t forget after all, Touma thought, and then turned red as he remembered Nino’s feverish lips on his own, their bodies hungrily rubbed against each other.
They had been mostly drunk, in the middle of a fierce battle with zombies, and somehow it had all ended with Nino pressing a vibrating controller against his cock. He might have been teasing, but it had only gone into the red from there, Touma drunkenly losing himself and ending up naked in Nino’s bed the next morning.
As a series of emotions crossed the younger idol’s face, the older’s softened and he gave Touma an almost sweet smile.
“Did you know it was that easy? Confessing, dating, relationships don’t have to be complicated. You’ve been in too many dramas,” Nino chuckled and Touma blushed before grinning back at him. Everything was really turning out well, better than he had expected.
“What did you think would happen? I’d say it was all a mistake and that I wasn’t gay or that I loved someone else?” he continued to harass Touma, basking in the other man’s awkward transition of emotional states. “I wouldn’t have started anything if that were the case, even if we were both dead ass drunk…” Nino lowered his voice for that tiny confession and dropped his eyes to the table momentarily, stirring his coffee and finally taking a sip of it.
Touma followed his movements with his eyes and unconsciously began stirring his own coffee with a detached attitude. They were silent while the younger idol once again tried to come to terms with the fact that Nino had easily fallen into his arms and that they could quite possibly become happy together. He really hadn’t thought it would be so easy. He had prepared a speech of reasons why Nino should at least give him the opportunity to prove himself.
“So where are you taking me on our first date? Or is this our first date? Because that might be a little too cheap.”
Letting out a genuine laugh, Touma leaned back in his chair and looked up as his eyes crinkled in joy.
Nino was grinning at him when he came back to himself and Touma impulsively reached across the table to briefly touch his friend’s wrist. The smaller fingers of the older man uncurled from his coffee cup and reached out to tangle in Touma’s longer ones.
“Well, I guess after this we can hit the arcade…or better yet, we could skip straight to going to your house to… kill zombies,” Touma suggested with one raised eyebrow in a manner he thought to be sexually suggestive.
“I might be up for… killing zombies,” Nino replied, barely holding in his laughter.
A/N: I hope that was sweet enough for you, alexxasick. I'm afraid it turned out more funny, though... But I actually had a fun time writing this one. :) I like Touma (I got into the habit of spelling it with a u... D|) and Nino as gamer buddies, so that was the kinky item. XD Also, I changed your requested line just a little so it fit in with the dialogue. I hope it turned out okay. :)
Title: Arashi's Leader
Pairing: Sho/Ohno
Rating: light R
Prompt: for yukichan_tb
“Being Arashi's Leader means that you should always be concerned about our happiness... and be ready to satisfy our needs.”
Ohno looked up at Sho with an anxious expression from where he was pressed against the studio wall by the bigger body. He didn’t understand why he had been assaulted so suddenly, just when he had been getting ready to return to his home, but the rapper was certainly keeping him pinned in place with his thigh in an area where… well, an area it probably shouldn’t be.
Sho had whispered those words against Ohno’s cheek and if he hadn’t looked so nervous himself, the older man might have gotten mad or at least pushed him away. But he stopped dead in his tracks, wondering first of all if being a leader really meant that he should be used by the other members like Sho said, and second of all, if his friend was actually being serious or just using that reason as an excuse.
“I mean… when Nino wants to take a nap on your lap you let him, right?” the taller idol asked in a low voice. His hand came up to push some of the hair out of Ohno’s face and his eyelids dropped a little, Sho obviously becoming encouraged by the fact that he hadn’t been rejected yet.
“Or if Jun wants you to go out drinking with him so he doesn’t have to go alone, you go, right?”
Ohno swallowed and tried to avert his eyes from the bearing gaze that was burning his face. Those statements were both right, and he spoiled Masaki too, so whatever Sho had to say about him would no doubt be true.
“And anything Aiba-chan cooks you eat, don’t you?”
He had guessed correctly.
“But I never ask you for anything, right?” Sho added, leaning further into Ohno, touching his brow lightly with his lips, and his thigh increased the pressure where it was tucked between the older man’s legs, and Leader let out a barely audible gasp.
“Well, I’m asking you now.”
Bending down, Sho’s mouth was now lightly caressing his neck, and, since Sho had been forced to bend his hips back to accommodate the new position, he replaced the front of his leg with his palm instead.
Ohno wiggled as the rapper rubbed him through his jeans, and although he tried to turn his head away to show that he wasn’t exactly comfortable with this sudden request, he was only attacked more because of his effort.
“W-why?” the smaller star let out in a tiny voice, creating fists with his hands, grabbing the material of the shoulder of Sho’s shirt for lack of anything else.
Pulling back to answer, Sho explained in a level voice and Ohno couldn’t help but stare into his friends eyes, wondering if the sobriety he saw there and the anxious, shaking hands were part of the same person.
“I need sex. It’s how I cope with stress.”
Ohno gave him a blank expression, totally caught off guard by that explanation. Didn’t Sho take those strange baths of his for stress relief? Although there wasn’t really any opportunity for him to do something like that at a studio, plus he was probably too busy anyway…
But weren’t there other ways to deal with stress, like exercise or shrinks or meditation or something?
Seeing the question in the older man’s eyes, Sho sighed and pressed closer, this time to hide his embarrassed expression rather than to pressure Ohno.
“I’ve masturbated three times already today,” he whispered next to his ear, and Leader barely heard him. But when he did, his eyebrows shot up into his hairline.
“Th-three?” Ohno asked with an incredulous expression, his mouth half open. He hadn’t even noticed Sho’s absence during filming and the interview that had followed.
The subtle way that the rappers hips pressed forward as he replied wasn’t disregarded by the artist. “I just finished the third…”
Images of Sho’s private activities came unbidden to Ohno’s mind, and he suddenly noticed that Sho’s lips seemed redder than usual, that he was flushed, that he did have that aura around him crying out that he’d had an orgasm. Or maybe it was all in Leader’s head.
Sho was almost thrusting against him now, his eyes half lidded again, and Ohno wondered if it was the talk of sex or the way that the rapper was touching him that made him feel warmer than he should be right now.
“As you can tell, I’m still hard. I need… sex. With you.”
“Why me?” Ohno asked in a hushed voice, this time without wavering, and then suddenly looked down the hallway to the left. No one had come by, luckily, and although he was pretty sure most of the staff was preoccupied and would brush off something like walking past two Arashi members in a more than friendly position, if they were going to do something they should probably move to another room.
Sho swallowed and closed his eyes completely, seeming uncomfortable with revealing the reason that he had picked the artist over all of the other people that would have probably been more willing. But Ohno figured the other man had had no choice but to explain at this point, because he was certainly not agreeing to do anything with Sho without one… Even if it was something about him being a responsible leader again.
“If it has to be someone, it has to be you.”
“Sho-“
“If it’s anyone else I won’t be satisfied. If it’s anyone else I’ll just be thinking of you anyway, so it has to be you.”
Ohno gulped at those words, not sure if he should take them at face value or look for some deeper meaning.
Sho backed up to give his captain a convincing look, tilting his head forward a little so that he was looking up at Leader through his bangs, which were falling in his face.
“Please,” he begged, and it was apparent that he knew he was asking for something quite excessive.
The pouty expression on Sho’s lips, combined with the sultry look his unkempt hair was creating was the tie breaker, and Ohno sighed and nodded. It wasn’t like the picture of Sho masturbating had been unwelcome, and if it would help Sho out, Ohno was more than willing…although he did wish Sho had come to him a little more kindly and explained the situation first instead of just trying to seduce him.
But then again, maybe this way was sexier.
Ohno took the newscaster’s hand lightly and led him back to the break room that had been deserted after he had left, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to the stress relieving session.
A/N: I have to admit I was tempted to write something like Sho taking advantage of Ohno, slightly non-con... but I couldn't bring myself to. Maybe if it was Nino or Jun I could, but Sho is too nice... DX I imagine him going without rather than asking for a favor, you know? So, I'm sorry, yukichan_tb. T.T Maybe it wasn't what you were hoping for? I didn't even use Sho's bangs very much... But it turned out sort of cute, and it's the first one of these that I've wanted to continue, to clarify a few things, but I don't think I will. :( As I mentioned, too much on my plate as far as periodical stories are concerned. I've been wanting to write some Yama, too, so thanks for the prompt!!
Title: Do You Want Me to Prove It?
Pairing: Sho/Nino
Rating: light R
Prompt: for mongo_o_o
“Did you guys hear that? I’m going to be a billionaire!” Nino said happily as the group walked back to their dressing room from the Utaban stage. He was running one finger over his three precious lines on his palm that promised success, with a high energy around him despite their long day of singing and dancing.
Aiba giggled, trying to push his way up next to Nino, but there wasn’t quite enough room in the hallway, and Leader was shuffling a little, looking at his own hand with a dazed expression. “Yeah, but Shimada-san said you had that gay line-Sho-chan too-“
Frowning abruptly, Nino turned his head only a fraction and interrupted his friend before he could continue, “I’m not gay, Aiba.”
They entered the dressing room one at a time, but the tallest member of Arashi wasn’t willing to give up his teasing, especially since Nino had reacted to it more seriously than expected.
“But at least you’re not gay alone, right? Sho-chan’s gay with you-“ Aiba said in a voice that was louder than necessary with a sparkle in his eyes and glanced at the newscaster, who was trying not to grin as Nino visibly ruffled.
“I’m not gay, and besides, he said that it’s a line that a lot of gay people just happen to have, not that having that line makes you gay.”
“Same thing-“
“It’s not the same thing-“ Nino turned around the room, trying to find someone to support him in his fight against the animal lover. “Sho, it’s not the same thing, right?”
Aiba and Nino turned to the rapper, obviously leaving it to him to solve their argument, and Ohno and Jun were already tearing off their shirts with only mild interest in the conversation.
With a grin Sho replied, “Well, it’s not really the same thing…” much to Nino’s relief.
“See? Now drop it.”
“Nope. From now on I’m going to start drawing rainbows by your name every time I see it on a studio door-“
“Don’t you dare-“
“I’m going to freshen up,” Jun called out across the room, grabbing a towel and leaving in only his street jeans, and Aiba perked up and began following him with a mischievous expression.
“C’mon, Oh-chan, let’s leave these two gay lovebirds alone,” Aiba said, grinning from ear to ear and completely ignoring how pissed off Nino looked right now.
“I’m not gay!” he called out as they left, but it was useless.
When the room was empty except for the pair of idols, the younger let out a sigh and turned to Sho.
“I’m not gay,” he repeated in a weaker voice, looking melancholy now instead of upset, but he shuffled across the room and leaned against the newscaster, his head resting on the taller man’s shoulder.
Sho wrapped his arms around Nino and smiled softly. He knew that Masaki was really only teasing him, but even Sho was surprised at how avidly the gamer had argued with him.
As if he wanted to draw out the conversation that was waiting to happen, Nino suddenly leaned back and adjusted himself for a kiss from Sho, who pulled away just slightly with a small grin.
“If you’re not gay, you shouldn’t kiss other men.”
Nino immediately pouted, but looked like he had anticipated some sort of statement like that.
“I’m not gay…” he insisted, trying to lean in closer. When Sho just backed away again, a teasing expression still in place, Nino explained, “I’m just a Sakurai Sho fan.”
There was silence for a moment and the taller man stopped moving so the shorter could maneuver into his embrace again, and then Sho raised his eyebrow. “Really?”
“Do you want me to prove it?”
“That you’re not gay, just a Sakurai Sho fan?”
“Yeah.”
Sho laughed. “How exactly are you going to do that?”
Nino pressed into his chest, causing Sho to lean back against the wall directly behind him, and distractedly raised his hands to undo the black buttons of the shirt Sho had worn on air.
“Well, we can go back to my place…And I could fuck you on the couch…”
The next laugh was louder than the first, the older man’s eyes crinkling so much they were almost shut.
“On your leopard print couch? Yeah, that sounds pretty ‘not gay’.”
Nino was pouting, but his hands were wandering across Sho’s chest now, all of the buttons undone and the shirt pushed open to show his bare skin.
“Also, even if you’re on top it doesn’t change the fact that it’s two men having sex,” Sho pointed out, not visibly reacting to the touches.
Abruptly the shorter idol bonked him on the head with a frown and said, “Stop thinking so much, Mr. Big Brain.”
Sho gazed down at him with an endearing expression and pulled Nino against him so suddenly that the gamer almost lost his footing. He stared up at his lover with a cautious expression, but Sho was leaning close enough to him that it was almost difficult. Instead, he settled for staring at the necklace resting against the rapper’s collarbone.
“How about this?” the newscaster started, one of his hands slowly making its way down Nino’s back and to his ass. “We go back to your place, put a sheet over the leopard print couch,” the gamer almost objected to his, but Sho was talking too confidently to let him interrupt, “I fuck you, and then we eat the spiciest curry we can find and have a Die Hard marathon.”
Although the smaller man didn’t look quite convinced that Sho’s suggestion sounded appealing, he at least agreed to some of it-the way his hips had started to move deliciously against the other man told as much.
“And tomorrow I’ll tell Aiba that you’re definitely not gay, okay?” he added as an afterthought and kissed the corner of Nino’s mouth as the small hands came back to his chest.
He would certainly tell Aiba that, yeah, and of course follow up with explaining that Nino was a Sakurai Sho fan instead. Aiba already knew the two of them were seeing each other, although Sho wasn’t sure if Nino realized that their friend had found out a while ago. Either way, the Miracle Boy would certainly get a laugh out of Nino most likely rejecting Sho’s curry and falling asleep during Die Hard, and that would be enough for him to drop the subject.
A/N: This one was really fun to write, even though I hadn't actually seen that particular clip yet and I may have had to look at a translation. I'm not really sure why Nino doesn't want to be gay, since he has a leopard print couch and all, but this is what came out, so that's the way it will be. I hope you like it, mogo_o_o :).
Title: I’m Not Going to be Able to Touch You Without Laughing
Pairing: Touma/Ohno
Rating: PG
Prompt: for yarukizero
note: some spoilers for the drama Maou
Acting was not usually one of the activities that made Ohno nervous.
Tense, yes, attentive to his every action, yes, but the fast beating heart and the excess sweat running down his temples had long since stopped accompanying the idol to his sets, worn down by years of successes and failures, experience and closely watching his seniors.
He still made mistakes, of course, all the time, but now instead of chiding himself and promising he would try harder next time, he simply did better the next time, almost consistently pulling out that specific look the director wanted, or using his own opinion on what his character would do to make up for his initial failure.
And maybe right now he wasn’t exactly nervous because of the act of acting. No, it was rather because he was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to hold his expression long enough to finish the scene, even thought it was probably the simplest one since they had started this morbid drama. Getting that right look, the one that said I’m dead, wouldn’t be a problem, but keeping it in place while his head leaned on Touma’s shoulder, while their arms touched through their clothes, while he could hear Touma’s pulse speeding up along with his own…might be.
This hadn’t been a problem before today. Without a second thought, Ohno had posed for magazine centerfolds with murder in his eyes while he stood only inches away from his costar, scowled at Touma in front of the camera while sweat dripped down the taller man’s face, his breath erratic and evoking a sense of sex. They had messed around off air too, Touma using his height to win short wrestling matches and Ohno letting him with a scrunched up face, and sometimes they would go out for dinner or alcohol when they were finished as a sort of private celebration.
Touma had pulled him aside right before filming started a few hours ago, Ohno already dressed in his suit that fit him like a glove, and his friend in his quite fitting white shirt and army style jacket.
Ohno, how about we go drinking after this?
Sure, he had replied without thinking about it. It was only natural to celebrate the last day of filming with a few drinks, and it wasn’t like they hadn’t been out several times before now.
Just the two of us.
He’d thought that was a little weird, that Touma had to mention that detail specifically as they usually didn’t go out with anyone else, but he had smiled his usual Arashi smile and nodded. Touma looked a little anxious at that reaction and cleared his throat.
Can it be a date?
A date? he repeated, his eyebrows furrowing, although the suggestion wasn’t exactly unwelcome.
Yes, I want it to be a date.
Unable to come up with anything else, Ohno agreed, not wanting to turn down the man that he had come to be quite good friends with.
But after he started thinking about it, while they were preparing for filming and getting their hair done, the Leader of Arashi couldn’t stop a small grin from reaching his lips.
It was a date, he kept repeating in his head, and Touma caught his expression and smiled back.
But, since he was thinking of his costar quite different now, the reality of them sitting next to each other, of dying together, was making Ohno’s stomach turn in a way he imagined most people felt after being in love much longer than he had been. Now he really knew the meaning behind Touma’s light touches, playful teasing, and sudden newfound hobby of taking pictures of Ohno on set.
After the man with the plastic bottle of fake blood doused the actor until he looked like a properly stabbed Naruse, Ohno walked to the set with Touma only a few feet behind him. He stared at the spot they were supposed to sit for the death scene they were filming, and he couldn’t stop the grin from coming out as hard as he tried.
He glanced at Touma, and found that his friend had the same bright expression despite the dour mood of the set, then ducked his head shyly as he felt slightly longer fingers brush his own just barely.
God, I knew I should have waited, I can’t even look at you now.
Ohno’s expression grew brighter and he turned to look at Touma to see if what he had said was true. Although the taller idol snuck a glance at him from the corner of his eye, he turned away immediately, trying to collect himself enough to finish out their workday.
The director yelled at them, and Touma jumped to attention, kneeling down on the floor of the set to get into position, Ohno right behind him. They were adjusted to the man’s liking, Touma’s hand moved from where it was pressed against the Arashi member’s thigh to rest on top of his own, and Ohno was scooted closer, told to tilt his head down more, then nevermind, it was better in the first position.
It took all of Ohno’s willpower and several meditative techniques he had picked up over the years to calm his expression down to what it should be, and he managed to keep his mind clear as he head the direction yell a countdown to the filming.
But although Touma’s breath was inaudible to his ear (they were supposed to be dead, after all), Ohno could still feel his heartbeat somehow, even though he might have been imagining it, or mistaking his own for Touma’s with the way it was pounding its way through his forcibly emptied head.
He could feel his lips threatening to twitch and was that Touma’s arm shaking against his own? He imagined the bright smile he’d been privy to all day, the actor’s sparkling teeth and squished eyes and his rumbling chuckle that Ohno had always tried his best to draw out of him, even before they were scheduled for a date.
The director called out to indicate the end of that particular scene, and before he had even finished talking, Touma was laughing loud and heavy and Ohno was doing the same.
Once the two men calmed down (after some very incredulous looks from the man behind the camera and the hair stylist), Touma sighed and rested his head back against the machine prop they were stationed in front of.
I’m not going to be able to touch you without laughing now.
There was only a second of silence before Ohno’s lips twitched up in a smirk and he mumbled, I guess that means we need to get you used to it?
A/N:For the ever wonderful yarukizero, who I forced to give me a prompt. If you're reading this, baby: いつもと同じ、愛してるぞ。