More ficlets, hurray!
For an anonymous person! Shukudai AV explanation!
Share and share alike
Porn was shared around Johnny's like street crack-quietly and in every shadowy corner-and so Ohno was not surprised at all when, after dragging him into an empty dressing room, Aiba pressed a package in to his hands.
The surprising part was Aiba hissing, "Do not show this to Nino or Jun."
Ohno blinked at the green-wrapped video. Nino and Jun shared porn with them on a regular basis. "Okay?"
Aiba tossed his hair. "They're too young."
Ohno was tempted to point out that Aiba himself was only six months older than the other two, making him almost exactly as underaged as they were. "Okay?"
"It's Apartment Complex Wives," Aiba said authoritatively. "They wouldn't understand."
Ohno wasn't sure he understood. "Can I show Sho-kun?" he asked, tucking the video into his bag.
"Sure thing!" Aiba chirped. "But let's keep it a secret, okay?"
"Okay."
For maiaide (♥!) who wanted Sho and/or Ohno and this:
Take Care
It wasn't that Ohno was incapable of taking care of himself, Sho thought, shifting from foot to foot. It was more that Ohno forgot little things, like making himself food or doing the laundry or leaving his clay for things other than fishing or his mother's house. If he had somebody depending on him, though…
"Can I help you, sir?" asked a voice from just behind his left shoulder.
Sho shifted again. "I have this friend," he said, without looking away from the puppy behind the glass.
"Ah," said the sales clerk.
The puppy licked the glass and then barked.
"Whatcha lookin' at, Sho?" Ohno asked coming up to his other side.
Sho shifted. "I thought…well, because you…puppy?" he tried. Sho watched Ohno and the puppy make big eyes at each other.
"Cute," Ohno said after a moment. "But I thought your mom said you couldn't get a dog."
"For you," Sho said.
"I work too much," Ohno said. "My mom would have to check in on it a lot."
"I could check in on you," Sho said and then corrected, "It. I could look in on it."
Ohno laughed softly and Sho sighed. Then sighed again as Ohno's arm wrapped around his waist. "You wanna share a puppy with me, Sho-kun?"
"...maybe," Sho admitted.
Behind the glass the puppy wagged its tail like it knew it was going home with them.
For my beloved Pink_tofu who wanted to know how this made me feel. (The answer: Like I am a total slut for your prompt. Yay!)
Them
Gackt really hadn't intended to sleep with two-fifths of Arashi. He'd meant to with Matsumoto-there he'd been sure his advance would be accepted, was certain that Matsumoto would go lax and pliant with him-but the thing with Sakurai had been a spur-of-the-moment, seat-of-the-pants sort of thing based on the dumbest of moments (big pervert, honestly, of all the things to hook him…) and the other man's pretty mouth.
Now he found himself watching the other members with eyes that were both appraising and wary. Who knew if one of them was going to spring sex appeal at him next? And then he saw their leader wearing his ring.
Three-fifths, Gackt decided.
"You can keep it," he declared magnanimously.
…maybe he'd collect the whole set, he thought as Ohno Satoshi landed on his back and the rest of Arashi laughed so whole-heartedly that Gackt couldn't help laughing too.
And for gimmick_game. YamaTaro kittens!
As the heart does
It takes almost no time at all for Mimura to realize that something is wrong with Tarou. He knows Tarou well and now that they're living together in their own little (by Mimura's standards) place it is distressingly obvious that Tarou is not quite himself and that all the houseplants and gardens in the world will not make it better.
Tarou needs to care for something that will love him back. Tarou needs a family bigger than Mimura.
"Here cat," Mimura calls softly. He holds out a chunk of chicken to the black-and-white little stray. "Come on, cat."
The cat leaps forward, grabs the meat, and retreats to growl as it chews.
It would be easier to go to a pet shop, so much easier but not nearly as much of what Tarou needs. "You're missing a good thing, cat," Mimura tells the cat as he gets out some more chicken.
The cat licks its whiskers and eyes him warily.
"Mimura-kun?" Tarou's voice comes from behind him. "What are you doing?" he asks as he crouches down beside him.
Mimura points to the cat.
"Ahhh," says Tarou. Mimura gives him the chicken when he reaches for it. "Here," Tarou says lowly, reaching out. The cat doesn't pounce and run, it takes the food delicately and backs off, still watching them as it eats.
"I'm trying to lure it close enough to bring home," Mimura says, well aware of the fact that he probably looks like an idiot. It's Tarou and Tarou wouldn't see it that way.
Tarou stands up and smiles down at him. "It's not ready to go yet," he says. "Give it time. We can come back to visit it until it gets used to us."
Mimura sees a lot of chicken in his future as he stands, too. But Tarou joins their hands together and suddenly Mimura doesn't mind at all. It will be worth it. Somehow, he's certain of it.