Dance in the Dark

Jan 04, 2011 01:48

Title: Dance in the Dark
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Humor
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ohno Satoshi/Ninomiya Kazunari
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the lack of plot
Warning: Mentions of slight kink. So very slight.
Summary: Ohno tries some new moves on Nino and it, doesn't work...

“Oh-chan…!” he whimpered for what felt like the seventy sixth time that night. The elder idol just giggled at the sight before him while he continued his journey down the younger’s stealthier body.

Nino opened his eyes to glare at his tormentor, but met the strategically placed silken cloth instead, and collapsed within himself. There wasn’t any reasoning with Ohno once he was in one of his moods. All that was left was to surrender and reap the benefits, though Nino never was one to give up so easily.

His partner, noticing the other’s inner struggle, climbed aboard him, hovering just above the places that needed attention most. Nino graciously adjusted to the weight and heaved his manhood upward, begging for contact but was shut down when that fucking gorgeous hand pressed down on his jutting hip bone, shoving him right back into the cushions.

“Patience, young grasshopper.”

“Oh shut up, Riida. We both know this is killing you, too.”

Ohno grinned in that eerie, innocent way that only Ohno could, given the circumstances, and nodded along with the argument. The man was right, after all.

Readjusting his weight onto his right left arm, Ohno bent down over Nino and began licking his collarbones, only to hear the younger man stifle his laughter. Sighing at the immature antics, he sat back up, crossed his arms and huffed out a larger amount of air than necessary.

Nino groaned at the loss of contact and began to lose what little control he had left. “For Christ’s sake, Satoshi! Just get on with it!”

Not losing his footing for the smallest of moments, Ohno turned his head away from his masked hero as he straightened his posture. “No.”

Nino rolled his eyes at the childish tone.

“You’re the one who wanted to start out this whole,” Nino’s arms swung around in the pitch black in front of him, hoping the gesture could express what his vocabulary refused to, “thing. If you want to start being on top, fine. But don’t start tickling me with a feather or licking me like a kitten, or whatever the hell it was you were just doing. It isn’t sexy.”

Ohno’s head swivelled around in shock and dismay at the horrid accusation and he couldn’t help but squeeze out, “The book said it would work!”

Smaller, yet just as capable hands, scattered across Nino’s face as he untied the blindfold Ohno had, apparently, pulled out of his ass, and he stared at his lover in mild disgust and adoration. “Oh-chan, darling. You know not everything you read is true.” Ohno just shrugged his shoulders, looking very much confident in his kittenesque skills, and turned his head the other way again. “Where did you buy the book?”

Nino saw the artist’s shoulders tense and knew something was up. He shuffled around on the bed, pulling his leader’s clothed back onto his naked chest and started playing with his hair. “Oh-chan… Where’d the book come from?”

A blush, a shrug and the puppy dog eyes.

“Okay, now I’m really curious.”

Ohno curled up into a ball on his bandmate’s lap, opening up the younger’s palm and tracing nonsensical patterns into it. Looking up into Nino’s eyes, Ohno tried pouting the question away but got a pinch on his bottom as a response.

“Sho-kun gave it to me…”

Nino could’ve died. He’d been expecting it to be from Aiba, or maybe one of Ohno’s slacker high school buddies, but for it to be from the known prude in the group? It was all he could do to hold in his laughter. But before he had a chance to ask why Sho’d had such a book in his possession, Ohno sat up straight on the bed, slipping a little on the black silk sheets and Nino’s hidden laughter bubbled over the surface, filling the entire room with his merry delight at the outrageousness of the whole situation.

“I-if I’d asked Aiba, he would’ve just asked a bunch of questions that I wouldn’t want to answer. I was thinking about talking to Jun about it but then I remembered how he kinda sorta lets things slip when he drinks and lately he’s been going out with a lot of juniors and that would just suck. Takeshi offered to help a while back-“

“The guy with the noise ring?”

“No, that’s Shuya. Takeshi’s the one that wanted to say hi to you when I was out drinking with him that one time.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Anyway, he offered to help out if I ever needed anything. But he’s a fan of yours and I didn’t know how creepy he’d make things, so I just decided to pass on that one.” At this point, Ohno began to choke on his on breath so Nino had to give him a few hearty claps on the back to let him continue. After waving away the help and nodding his thanks, Ohno started up again, “And then there was Sho. I didn’t go to him for advice or anything, he just asked how it was going one day. I tried not to say too much, but since Gantz started up, we haven’t had any time to ourselves, not really. I mean, you had that, and then Ohoku, and I had Kaibutsu-kun, then there was the new album, and getting ready for the new tour-“

“Which reminds me, Yamano-sensei wanted me to let you know that he needed to switch the choreography for the second half of your solo, cause you can’t strain yourself since they switched the following song back to a ballad, don’t ask me which one, and you guys have to make it less intense. Somehow.”

“’kay thanks. We’re just super busy and never get any valuable time with each other anymore and I thought that if we, I don’t know, spiced things up a bit, it’d be more exciting and we could have more fun.”

His heart swelled at the thoughtful words coming from his leader, and yet he could only chuckle at the man’s naivety. Placing a hand back on his shoulder and rubbing it comfortingly, Nino started tsking the older man. “Oh-chan, you don’t need to worry about that. We’re busy, yeah, but if you ever feel like we don’t get enough ‘us’ time, just let me know. There’s no reason to run off to someone else with our problems, okay?”

Nodding along to the idea, Ohno leaned into Nino’s touch, relishing the moment, and Nino wrapped his other arm around his shoulders, letting his fingers drift over and across his slim back. Nino smiled at the content expression on his face and slid closer to the warm body, now running his hands through his artist’s darkened locks.

Stealing one last glance at the peaceful painter, Nino pressed his lips to his temples, his ears, his cheeks, his nose, and finally, when the older’s breathing had become slightly erratic, his smooth lips. Keeping it soft and gentle, caring and precise, Nino pressed his weight onto Ohno, effectively pushing him back onto the mattress. Kissing his way down the elongated neck, his hands reached the bottom of the printed tee his partner had been sporting, and tugged with a purpose.

And off went the shirt.

And pants and boxers, for that matter.

--

An hour or so later, when both were finally drifting off to sleep, Ohno’s back spooned against Nino as their fingers were laced across Ohno’s chest, “Satoshi?”

Nino took the smothered mumble as response enough.

“You never got to it after… Why Sho? I mean, how’d he know what to do?”

Turning around to face his curious mate, Ohno’s eyes crinkled and reflected the moonlight filtering in through the open curtain. Speaking through hushed giggles, “He said people forget he was the one to go to college.”

Nino never questioned Ohno’s sources again.



Author's Note: Dude, I found this. Like, I had finished some months ago and never touched it again. It's not the best, but maybe it'll get me back into writing.

fanfiction ate my soul, sparkleh, ohmiya in the pants

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