Fic: Comfortable. (One shot.)
Title: Comfortable
Fandom: Arashi RPF
Genre: Gen-ish, romance, friendship.
Pairing: Aiba/Ohno
Rating: R on the whole.
Word count: ~ 2.000 words
Content notice: ( Skip) Slight homophobia. | Warning policy.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The characters belong to themselves, not me. I make no money from this.
Summary: Written for a rainbowfilling prompt. I chose to write Aiba/Ohno for the prompt "Moving in Together."
Author's notes: First published Arashi fanfic. Erm. Hi, new fandom?
Comfortable
Aiba can hear raised voices, going through the door to the living room, but on account of the four moving boxes he's got stacked on top of each other, he can't see a thing. The voices are familiar enough, though, that he can infer.
"I just wanted to know how the hell you want me to organize all these books..." Jun is saying, sounding rather cross. Ohno's tone, when he replies, tells Aiba that this is approximately the fifth time the question is asked or implied.
"We'll put them in shelves, Jun, we don't have a plan..."
Ohno isn't used to managing people, and while having people come over and helping them cart stuff around is great, all this choosing of where things are supposed to go is bound to make Ohno a little testy - or as testy as Ohno ever gets.
"We do have a plan," Aiba says, interrupting Satoshi neatly where Satoshi was probably planning to meaningfully trail off. "The left bookcase is for Oh-chan's books, and the right one is for mine."
Jun makes a sound like he wants to cry.
"Eh, Jun-kun," Sho says, from where he's probably standing in the doorway, coming back from the bedroom. "They won't have a book-related emergency anytime soon. Why don't you go put things in the kitchen cabinets? If you're nice, they might even let you organize the whole thing."
Aiba's gotten far enough into the room to have a side view of the action. Ohno looks like that's the best idea he's heard all week, and Aiba knows that Jun is better at organizing than both of them put together, so he nods cheerfully at Jun from behind the boxes. "That would be a great help, Jun-kun," he says, going on through to the bedroom with all the clothes boxes and personal stuff that had ended up in the guest room somehow. Stupid movers.
Sho turns to go back to the bedroom, where he's surrounded by half-unpacked boxes, most of which are Ohno's, though Aiba's making headway on getting his own in there as well. "Don't worry about Jun," he says, pulling a cardigan out of a box and looking around for a suitable item of clothing to hang it over. "He's always nervous about change, and he hasn't wrapped his mind about all of this yet."
Sho, unlike Jun, hasn't asked any questions about how they'd like their stuff organized. Instead, he's gotten creative with a roll of painter's tape, marking each door and drawer front neatly with whom it belongs to, and what they might expect to find in there.
"And you and Nino have?" Aiba asks, a little more sharply than he means to. Being outed by the press hasn't been fun, but it has had this positive side-effect of them being able to move in together, and he doesn't want to start out their cohabitation with an argument with any of their other bandmates.
Still, Sho's been ruthlessly soft-spoken and efficient ever since the story broke, and while Aiba knows he's gone to considerable effort keep him and Satoshi from getting raked over hot coals, he's been missing his friend Sho. Nino, somewhat predictably, had gone quiet, and mostly stayed that way. He'd spoken with Ohno, but Satoshi still refuses to tell Aiba what had been said, which Aiba takes as a bad sign, altogether. He's there to help them out, which Aiba had uncharitably half-not expected, but he's been keeping to himself, setting up their computers in the work room and promising to untangle the mess of TV cables before he left.
"Masaki, give us a break," Sho says tiredly. "I'm not saying you guys didn't have a good reason to keep this a secret, but the very fact that you did means that you must have thought at least a little about what this would mean. We've been so busy being on the defensive for you that we haven't had the chance to be happy for you, yet. You know as well as I do that Ohno is the leader of Arashi, but when it comes to upper management, they talk to me. Nino is doing a press tour for his new drama - ask him how many times he's been asked about you two in the past week; you bet your ass he's keeping count. And Jun hates it when he doesn't see things coming, and is trying to organize away his fears."
"I'm sorry," Aiba says. "How many times do we have to..."
Sho hadn't stopped unpacking throughout his entire little speech, but now he turns around sharply with a pair of jeans in his hands. Aiba notes absently that they're his own.
"Not one more time, you idiot," he says. "Every time you say you're sorry, you make it sound like you've done something wrong, when we all would have fought just as hard to keep something like that a secret. Just give us some time to get over the reeling, help us out in making a master plan for Arashi now that you two have been outed, and just wait patiently for all the ribbing you're due once the shock's worn off. Now go get another fucking box, Aiba, and stop trying to make everything be okay right now."
Aiba goes.
That night, Nino cracks a joke about their choice in sofas, and Jun makes chahan, and Aiba hopes this means things will be okay eventually.
+++
When their helpers have left and it's just the two of them and the brand-new western-style bed in their now-shared bedroom, they get oddly tentative. Ohno goes into the workroom, which has the door to the covered balcony, which was the reason they'd bought the apartment in the first place - loads of natural light, easy venting of paint fumes - and Aiba spends what feels like half an hour opening and closing the kitchen cabinets. He can't find any faults with Jun's organization, and makes a mental note to thank him later.
It'd been a rash decision, but considering their options had been to go forward decisively or take it all back, Aiba thinks they can be excused for not looking into all the potential consequences. And since they've been dating for three years, one of those options hadn't been an option, anyway.
It's just that moving in together right now is a massive, grasshopper-like longjump, in a relationship that had previously moved at a snail's pace.
He loses about twenty minutes looking out the window and trying to develop the analogy into something more elegant, but ends up making a mental note to hand it off to Nino, once Nino gets over whatever it is he's not over yet. Aiba thinks that speculation would probably lead to mean-ness, here, considering that he's always been slightly wary of the relationship between Nino and Ohno, and the topic of what Nino finds difficult to swallow about the last two weeks, in particular, can be revisited at a later date if necessary, anyway.
He comes back to the present when he feels Satoshi lean up against his back, wrapping arms around him from behind, and he's seen this position in the practice room mirrors often enough to know that Ohno is leaning his temple against Aiba's shoulder blade. The move is familiar and relaxes him, and it suddenly no longer matters that he's standing in his... their Jun-organized kitchen, after having Nino redo the wiring in practically the whole apartment, and Sho unpack their underwear.
"Hey," he says, softly.
"Hey," Ohno says, and Aiba can feel the vibration of his voice against his back.
"It's strange, ne?" he finally says.
Ohno sighs against him. "I wanted this to be a good change," he says.
Aiba remembers what Sho told him and turns around, wrapping his arms around the older man. "It won't be, just yet. But it will. Just give it time."
They stand like that a while, not moving, but then Ohno looks up at him and smiles. "I think I want to go check out that bed," he says.
"I think that is a very good idea," Aiba says seriously.
They bump into four different boxes, overturn one, and manage to get most of their clothes off before they make it to their new bedroom. It isn't until Aiba drops down onto the bed that he notices something odd. While the bed itself is new, Aiba had made it that morning with their separate blankets, from each of their apartments, picking two different blue duvet covers to at least preserve some sort of harmony. The bed Ohno is pressing him into has a coverlet.
"Wait," he gasps into Ohno's mouth, and pushes him away. Ohno doesn't ask why Aiba is getting back up and hitting the light switch, and the answer becomes obvious once he does, anyway.
Their bed is covered with a nice quilt. The night-tables still don't match, but the lamps on them are decidedly more harmonious than they were this morning. The pillows peeking up at the head of the bed are covered in matching pillowcases, and Aiba would bet that if he pulled up the quilt, the duvets would be matching as well.
"Did you...?" Ohno starts, before noticing the envelope on the near nightstand.
"I didn't..." Aiba says faintly, as Ohno goes over to pick it up and open it.
Ohno goes silent, staring at the note, and finally Aiba gives up on waiting for an explanation, going over to look over Satoshi's shoulder. It's written in Nino's untidy scrawl, although the carefully drawn kanji at the bottom is in Jun's style of calligraphy, and Aiba remembers a moment after dinner, before everyone left, when the others were availing themselves of the facilities for perhaps, in hindsight, suspiciously long.
'You two,
Sleep tight. Big days ahead.
Arashi.'
+++
"I wonder what they'd say if we told them we had sex on their nice sheets first thing," Ohno muses into Aiba's collar bone.
"Hmmm," Aiba replies. He knows the other members will never believe him, but Ohno gets positively verbose after an orgasm, and Aiba generally tends to say as little as possible, just letting Satoshi get all his words out.
"Of course, they had to have expected us to christen the bed at some point," he adds, and Aiba smiles into the other man's hair.
"Not to mention the bedroom... and we still have all the other rooms left," Ohno goes on, sounding like he's plotting. Aiba totally doesn't mind.
"Not the front hall," he reminds him, voice husky and still a little rough from the blowjob he'd given Ohno to finish him off.
"That doesn't count," Ohno says decisively, after mulling it over for a few minutes. "It wasn't our place then."
"We'd already decided," Aiba says, wondering why he's protesting. He wouldn't mind another chance to hoist Ohno up onto the shoe closet in the genkan, and the front hall was narrow enough that both of them had excellent leverage.
"We hadn't signed the lease," Ohno counters. Then he smiles, Aiba can feel it in the way his face rests against Aiba's shoulder. "It was the first time in a week since we'd been outed that we'd been alone together. I was ready to bend over any flat surface, and judging from the way we went at it, you were desperate, too. I thought the nice, obliging sales-agent deserved a nice, big commission."
Aiba can't help it; he laughs. "That's when you decided to get this place?"
Ohno smirks. "We already felt comfortable, ne?"
Aiba thinks about that. He thinks about the last two weeks, all the shouting and the stares from his bandmates, and the phone call from his mother, and Sho getting called to speak with upper management, about how it would have been easier to deny that any relationship existed between them, which eventually would have made that true.
"Yeah," he says, tightening the arm he has around Satoshi. "I guess we already did."
-END
Fandom: Arashi RPF
Genre: Gen-ish, romance, friendship.
Pairing: Aiba/Ohno
Rating: R on the whole.
Word count: ~ 2.000 words
Content notice: ( Skip) Slight homophobia. | Warning policy.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The characters belong to themselves, not me. I make no money from this.
Summary: Written for a rainbowfilling prompt. I chose to write Aiba/Ohno for the prompt "Moving in Together."
Author's notes: First published Arashi fanfic. Erm. Hi, new fandom?
Comfortable
Aiba can hear raised voices, going through the door to the living room, but on account of the four moving boxes he's got stacked on top of each other, he can't see a thing. The voices are familiar enough, though, that he can infer.
"I just wanted to know how the hell you want me to organize all these books..." Jun is saying, sounding rather cross. Ohno's tone, when he replies, tells Aiba that this is approximately the fifth time the question is asked or implied.
"We'll put them in shelves, Jun, we don't have a plan..."
Ohno isn't used to managing people, and while having people come over and helping them cart stuff around is great, all this choosing of where things are supposed to go is bound to make Ohno a little testy - or as testy as Ohno ever gets.
"We do have a plan," Aiba says, interrupting Satoshi neatly where Satoshi was probably planning to meaningfully trail off. "The left bookcase is for Oh-chan's books, and the right one is for mine."
Jun makes a sound like he wants to cry.
"Eh, Jun-kun," Sho says, from where he's probably standing in the doorway, coming back from the bedroom. "They won't have a book-related emergency anytime soon. Why don't you go put things in the kitchen cabinets? If you're nice, they might even let you organize the whole thing."
Aiba's gotten far enough into the room to have a side view of the action. Ohno looks like that's the best idea he's heard all week, and Aiba knows that Jun is better at organizing than both of them put together, so he nods cheerfully at Jun from behind the boxes. "That would be a great help, Jun-kun," he says, going on through to the bedroom with all the clothes boxes and personal stuff that had ended up in the guest room somehow. Stupid movers.
Sho turns to go back to the bedroom, where he's surrounded by half-unpacked boxes, most of which are Ohno's, though Aiba's making headway on getting his own in there as well. "Don't worry about Jun," he says, pulling a cardigan out of a box and looking around for a suitable item of clothing to hang it over. "He's always nervous about change, and he hasn't wrapped his mind about all of this yet."
Sho, unlike Jun, hasn't asked any questions about how they'd like their stuff organized. Instead, he's gotten creative with a roll of painter's tape, marking each door and drawer front neatly with whom it belongs to, and what they might expect to find in there.
"And you and Nino have?" Aiba asks, a little more sharply than he means to. Being outed by the press hasn't been fun, but it has had this positive side-effect of them being able to move in together, and he doesn't want to start out their cohabitation with an argument with any of their other bandmates.
Still, Sho's been ruthlessly soft-spoken and efficient ever since the story broke, and while Aiba knows he's gone to considerable effort keep him and Satoshi from getting raked over hot coals, he's been missing his friend Sho. Nino, somewhat predictably, had gone quiet, and mostly stayed that way. He'd spoken with Ohno, but Satoshi still refuses to tell Aiba what had been said, which Aiba takes as a bad sign, altogether. He's there to help them out, which Aiba had uncharitably half-not expected, but he's been keeping to himself, setting up their computers in the work room and promising to untangle the mess of TV cables before he left.
"Masaki, give us a break," Sho says tiredly. "I'm not saying you guys didn't have a good reason to keep this a secret, but the very fact that you did means that you must have thought at least a little about what this would mean. We've been so busy being on the defensive for you that we haven't had the chance to be happy for you, yet. You know as well as I do that Ohno is the leader of Arashi, but when it comes to upper management, they talk to me. Nino is doing a press tour for his new drama - ask him how many times he's been asked about you two in the past week; you bet your ass he's keeping count. And Jun hates it when he doesn't see things coming, and is trying to organize away his fears."
"I'm sorry," Aiba says. "How many times do we have to..."
Sho hadn't stopped unpacking throughout his entire little speech, but now he turns around sharply with a pair of jeans in his hands. Aiba notes absently that they're his own.
"Not one more time, you idiot," he says. "Every time you say you're sorry, you make it sound like you've done something wrong, when we all would have fought just as hard to keep something like that a secret. Just give us some time to get over the reeling, help us out in making a master plan for Arashi now that you two have been outed, and just wait patiently for all the ribbing you're due once the shock's worn off. Now go get another fucking box, Aiba, and stop trying to make everything be okay right now."
Aiba goes.
That night, Nino cracks a joke about their choice in sofas, and Jun makes chahan, and Aiba hopes this means things will be okay eventually.
+++
When their helpers have left and it's just the two of them and the brand-new western-style bed in their now-shared bedroom, they get oddly tentative. Ohno goes into the workroom, which has the door to the covered balcony, which was the reason they'd bought the apartment in the first place - loads of natural light, easy venting of paint fumes - and Aiba spends what feels like half an hour opening and closing the kitchen cabinets. He can't find any faults with Jun's organization, and makes a mental note to thank him later.
It'd been a rash decision, but considering their options had been to go forward decisively or take it all back, Aiba thinks they can be excused for not looking into all the potential consequences. And since they've been dating for three years, one of those options hadn't been an option, anyway.
It's just that moving in together right now is a massive, grasshopper-like longjump, in a relationship that had previously moved at a snail's pace.
He loses about twenty minutes looking out the window and trying to develop the analogy into something more elegant, but ends up making a mental note to hand it off to Nino, once Nino gets over whatever it is he's not over yet. Aiba thinks that speculation would probably lead to mean-ness, here, considering that he's always been slightly wary of the relationship between Nino and Ohno, and the topic of what Nino finds difficult to swallow about the last two weeks, in particular, can be revisited at a later date if necessary, anyway.
He comes back to the present when he feels Satoshi lean up against his back, wrapping arms around him from behind, and he's seen this position in the practice room mirrors often enough to know that Ohno is leaning his temple against Aiba's shoulder blade. The move is familiar and relaxes him, and it suddenly no longer matters that he's standing in his... their Jun-organized kitchen, after having Nino redo the wiring in practically the whole apartment, and Sho unpack their underwear.
"Hey," he says, softly.
"Hey," Ohno says, and Aiba can feel the vibration of his voice against his back.
"It's strange, ne?" he finally says.
Ohno sighs against him. "I wanted this to be a good change," he says.
Aiba remembers what Sho told him and turns around, wrapping his arms around the older man. "It won't be, just yet. But it will. Just give it time."
They stand like that a while, not moving, but then Ohno looks up at him and smiles. "I think I want to go check out that bed," he says.
"I think that is a very good idea," Aiba says seriously.
They bump into four different boxes, overturn one, and manage to get most of their clothes off before they make it to their new bedroom. It isn't until Aiba drops down onto the bed that he notices something odd. While the bed itself is new, Aiba had made it that morning with their separate blankets, from each of their apartments, picking two different blue duvet covers to at least preserve some sort of harmony. The bed Ohno is pressing him into has a coverlet.
"Wait," he gasps into Ohno's mouth, and pushes him away. Ohno doesn't ask why Aiba is getting back up and hitting the light switch, and the answer becomes obvious once he does, anyway.
Their bed is covered with a nice quilt. The night-tables still don't match, but the lamps on them are decidedly more harmonious than they were this morning. The pillows peeking up at the head of the bed are covered in matching pillowcases, and Aiba would bet that if he pulled up the quilt, the duvets would be matching as well.
"Did you...?" Ohno starts, before noticing the envelope on the near nightstand.
"I didn't..." Aiba says faintly, as Ohno goes over to pick it up and open it.
Ohno goes silent, staring at the note, and finally Aiba gives up on waiting for an explanation, going over to look over Satoshi's shoulder. It's written in Nino's untidy scrawl, although the carefully drawn kanji at the bottom is in Jun's style of calligraphy, and Aiba remembers a moment after dinner, before everyone left, when the others were availing themselves of the facilities for perhaps, in hindsight, suspiciously long.
'You two,
Sleep tight. Big days ahead.
Arashi.'
+++
"I wonder what they'd say if we told them we had sex on their nice sheets first thing," Ohno muses into Aiba's collar bone.
"Hmmm," Aiba replies. He knows the other members will never believe him, but Ohno gets positively verbose after an orgasm, and Aiba generally tends to say as little as possible, just letting Satoshi get all his words out.
"Of course, they had to have expected us to christen the bed at some point," he adds, and Aiba smiles into the other man's hair.
"Not to mention the bedroom... and we still have all the other rooms left," Ohno goes on, sounding like he's plotting. Aiba totally doesn't mind.
"Not the front hall," he reminds him, voice husky and still a little rough from the blowjob he'd given Ohno to finish him off.
"That doesn't count," Ohno says decisively, after mulling it over for a few minutes. "It wasn't our place then."
"We'd already decided," Aiba says, wondering why he's protesting. He wouldn't mind another chance to hoist Ohno up onto the shoe closet in the genkan, and the front hall was narrow enough that both of them had excellent leverage.
"We hadn't signed the lease," Ohno counters. Then he smiles, Aiba can feel it in the way his face rests against Aiba's shoulder. "It was the first time in a week since we'd been outed that we'd been alone together. I was ready to bend over any flat surface, and judging from the way we went at it, you were desperate, too. I thought the nice, obliging sales-agent deserved a nice, big commission."
Aiba can't help it; he laughs. "That's when you decided to get this place?"
Ohno smirks. "We already felt comfortable, ne?"
Aiba thinks about that. He thinks about the last two weeks, all the shouting and the stares from his bandmates, and the phone call from his mother, and Sho getting called to speak with upper management, about how it would have been easier to deny that any relationship existed between them, which eventually would have made that true.
"Yeah," he says, tightening the arm he has around Satoshi. "I guess we already did."
-END