why [Arashi, ShoNino]
[Title] why
[Author] turtle_ai
[Disclaimer] I don't own Arashi, or Johnny's Ent. They do own my heart, however.
[Pairing] Sakumiya
[Rating] R. Ish.
[Summary] Sho is in a maid outfit. Nino is just being the brat he is.
[Notes] ...Okay I didn't know I could write this. T__T And it came out so badly, too. Uuurgh. For ezyl-tan who requested something to do with NinoSho and Lady Gaga and KinKi Kids. I think I've failed in that respect.
“Why.”
It wasn’t a question (anymore) - just a word that Sho happened to be repeating for the past fifteen minutes or so. NIno paid him no mind and continued to do whatever he was doing; Sho didn’t want to know. He didn’t even ask for Nino to do this - not like he would, anyway, because Sho had known, since the time Nino told Domoto Koichi from KinKi Kids that Sho was secretly a girl in disguise (“She has really pretty legs,” Nino had said, nodding seriously, as Koichi had quirked an eyebrow in confusion. Sho had stood there, mouth wide open. “She just forgot how to shave, and now her legs are all hairy. She’d look pretty hot if she stopped pretending, though,”) that Nino had been under Nagase Tomoya’s influence for quite a while.
The touch of insanity he’d inherited didn’t help much at all, either.
“It’s the maid outfit I had to wear while filming Yamada Taro,” Nino explained, beaming and pulling at a ruffle. “I brought it home, just for you,” he crooned.
Sho squeaked and flapped his hand away.
“Now, you’re officially the girl in the relationship,” Nino continued, reaching from somewhere behind him and pulling out a pink headband. “This was my sister’s favourite one when she was in middle school,” Nino told him, frowning. “If you ruin it, I will sic Aiba on you. He has magazines with pages full of nearly naked women. And some of them are foreign. And videos. Don’t forget about the videos.”
Sho blanched. “No. No, get away from me.”
“You’d look so hot in pink, though.”
“I don’t want to wear a pink headband!”
“So you want a face full of naked, foreign women? Tsk, tsk, Sho-chan, you naughty boy.”
“I didn’t mean that!” Sho squeaked, moving backwards toward the bed. “Okay, I’m sorry for calling you a girl, okay? You’re a boy - no, you’re a man. A very manly man.”
“Good. Are you sure you don’t want the magazines? I could always call Aiba and -”
“No! No calling Aiba!”
“But there’s Lady Gaga, too. I think Aiba said that Lady Gaga was on the front cover.”
“…Who the heck is Lady Gaga?”
“I don’t know, some foreign singer.” Nino shrugged, threw the headband somewhere behind him and sitting down on the bed. “I could actually care less about what happens to that headband. My sister’s too busy living her married life to come and kill me.”
“…So wait. You dressed me up as a maid just to get me to say that I’m the girl in the relationship?”
“I could’ve gone further, but then I’d have to start paying for stuff. So I stole this from the wardrobe. Aren’t I smart?” Nino smiled coyly, leaning his head towards Sho and expecting to be petted.
“…You know what, you’re not manly. You’re still the girl in this relationship. You cook! I don’t know any other guys who can cook.”
Nino scoffed. “Please. Oh-chan cooks. Aiba cooks. You cook.”
“What about MatsuJun, huh?”
Nino raised an eyebrow. “Please. MatsuJun is a girl by default.”
“I’m going to tell him you said that.”
“I don’t care.” And suddenly, Nino was standing up and kissing Sho, and Sho was kissing him back, tangling his hands in Nino’s hair. Sho liked Nino’s hair when it wasn’t ruined by hairstylists and covered in gel.
Nino’s hands were beginning to wander, running down Sho’s back, and he grinned when he patted the frills of his skirt. Sho made a disapproving noise in the back of his throat, and Nino moved his mouth to his neck, fully intent on nipping and sucking until there were pretty purple bruises along the lines of his collarbone.
Sho hissed, knocked Nino’s head away. “No. No marks.” He didn’t know what he’d say if any of the staff happened to see Nino’s marks on his neck - he’d need some pretty damn good excuse for that.
Nino stopped, looked up at Sho, grumbled, and decided to comply; however interesting things would have turned out if Sho had shown up the next morning with Nino’s love marks on his neck, Nino knew better than that. Arashi would be in a whole load of trouble, so he’d do anything to keep out of it.
Sho swore under his breath when he felt Nino’s hand skittering under the skirt he was forced into wearing and let out an unexpected gasp. “Nino.”
“Shut up,” Nino gritted out. “I still don’t get why you mind being dressed up when you’re not in public. Last time on Shukudai-kun, you looked pretty happy wearing the maid outfit on television and showing your legs for everyone to see.”
“I looked hot in it.”
“You did,” Nino agreed, nodding. Sho didn’t want to know what his other hand was doing. Though he realized it when the outfit loosened a bit from behind him.
“Fuck,” Nino swore. “They designed this thing with too many strings. What the hell.”
“If I’d been wearing something more normal like pants and a shirt instead of this thing, then it’d have been easier to take off.”
Nino did manage to get the outfit off, eventually, swearing every few seconds. Then he paused.
“What?”
“You have really nice legs.”
Sho groaned.
[Author] turtle_ai
[Disclaimer] I don't own Arashi, or Johnny's Ent. They do own my heart, however.
[Pairing] Sakumiya
[Rating] R. Ish.
[Summary] Sho is in a maid outfit. Nino is just being the brat he is.
[Notes] ...Okay I didn't know I could write this. T__T And it came out so badly, too. Uuurgh. For ezyl-tan who requested something to do with NinoSho and Lady Gaga and KinKi Kids. I think I've failed in that respect.
“Why.”
It wasn’t a question (anymore) - just a word that Sho happened to be repeating for the past fifteen minutes or so. NIno paid him no mind and continued to do whatever he was doing; Sho didn’t want to know. He didn’t even ask for Nino to do this - not like he would, anyway, because Sho had known, since the time Nino told Domoto Koichi from KinKi Kids that Sho was secretly a girl in disguise (“She has really pretty legs,” Nino had said, nodding seriously, as Koichi had quirked an eyebrow in confusion. Sho had stood there, mouth wide open. “She just forgot how to shave, and now her legs are all hairy. She’d look pretty hot if she stopped pretending, though,”) that Nino had been under Nagase Tomoya’s influence for quite a while.
The touch of insanity he’d inherited didn’t help much at all, either.
“It’s the maid outfit I had to wear while filming Yamada Taro,” Nino explained, beaming and pulling at a ruffle. “I brought it home, just for you,” he crooned.
Sho squeaked and flapped his hand away.
“Now, you’re officially the girl in the relationship,” Nino continued, reaching from somewhere behind him and pulling out a pink headband. “This was my sister’s favourite one when she was in middle school,” Nino told him, frowning. “If you ruin it, I will sic Aiba on you. He has magazines with pages full of nearly naked women. And some of them are foreign. And videos. Don’t forget about the videos.”
Sho blanched. “No. No, get away from me.”
“You’d look so hot in pink, though.”
“I don’t want to wear a pink headband!”
“So you want a face full of naked, foreign women? Tsk, tsk, Sho-chan, you naughty boy.”
“I didn’t mean that!” Sho squeaked, moving backwards toward the bed. “Okay, I’m sorry for calling you a girl, okay? You’re a boy - no, you’re a man. A very manly man.”
“Good. Are you sure you don’t want the magazines? I could always call Aiba and -”
“No! No calling Aiba!”
“But there’s Lady Gaga, too. I think Aiba said that Lady Gaga was on the front cover.”
“…Who the heck is Lady Gaga?”
“I don’t know, some foreign singer.” Nino shrugged, threw the headband somewhere behind him and sitting down on the bed. “I could actually care less about what happens to that headband. My sister’s too busy living her married life to come and kill me.”
“…So wait. You dressed me up as a maid just to get me to say that I’m the girl in the relationship?”
“I could’ve gone further, but then I’d have to start paying for stuff. So I stole this from the wardrobe. Aren’t I smart?” Nino smiled coyly, leaning his head towards Sho and expecting to be petted.
“…You know what, you’re not manly. You’re still the girl in this relationship. You cook! I don’t know any other guys who can cook.”
Nino scoffed. “Please. Oh-chan cooks. Aiba cooks. You cook.”
“What about MatsuJun, huh?”
Nino raised an eyebrow. “Please. MatsuJun is a girl by default.”
“I’m going to tell him you said that.”
“I don’t care.” And suddenly, Nino was standing up and kissing Sho, and Sho was kissing him back, tangling his hands in Nino’s hair. Sho liked Nino’s hair when it wasn’t ruined by hairstylists and covered in gel.
Nino’s hands were beginning to wander, running down Sho’s back, and he grinned when he patted the frills of his skirt. Sho made a disapproving noise in the back of his throat, and Nino moved his mouth to his neck, fully intent on nipping and sucking until there were pretty purple bruises along the lines of his collarbone.
Sho hissed, knocked Nino’s head away. “No. No marks.” He didn’t know what he’d say if any of the staff happened to see Nino’s marks on his neck - he’d need some pretty damn good excuse for that.
Nino stopped, looked up at Sho, grumbled, and decided to comply; however interesting things would have turned out if Sho had shown up the next morning with Nino’s love marks on his neck, Nino knew better than that. Arashi would be in a whole load of trouble, so he’d do anything to keep out of it.
Sho swore under his breath when he felt Nino’s hand skittering under the skirt he was forced into wearing and let out an unexpected gasp. “Nino.”
“Shut up,” Nino gritted out. “I still don’t get why you mind being dressed up when you’re not in public. Last time on Shukudai-kun, you looked pretty happy wearing the maid outfit on television and showing your legs for everyone to see.”
“I looked hot in it.”
“You did,” Nino agreed, nodding. Sho didn’t want to know what his other hand was doing. Though he realized it when the outfit loosened a bit from behind him.
“Fuck,” Nino swore. “They designed this thing with too many strings. What the hell.”
“If I’d been wearing something more normal like pants and a shirt instead of this thing, then it’d have been easier to take off.”
Nino did manage to get the outfit off, eventually, swearing every few seconds. Then he paused.
“What?”
“You have really nice legs.”
Sho groaned.