[FIC] Typecast (Ohno Satoshi/Sakurai Sho, R, 1/1)
Title: Typecast
Group/Pairing: Ohno Satoshi x Sakurai Sho [Arashi]
Prompt: 036. Truth
Word Count: 996
Rating: R for sexual references
Summary: There was always a role to play.
Disclaimer: I do not know nor have ever met these people. The work contained here is merely fiction and not intended to slander or disrespect these wonderful boys. I just think it would be really cute if it were true. That’s all I’m saying.
Author’s Note: Dedicated to chopstixchi for making the lovely wallpaper that inspired this fic.
There was always a role to play and Sho acknowledged that. It came with the territory of being an idol. Aiba was the idiotic genius that smiled on the worst of days the second the camera turned on. He was emotional and passionate, sometimes out of control. Jun played his dual role of the cool, critical DoS and the crybaby dork that somehow together made him all the more endearing. Nino was the sarcastic brat with his never-ending quick wit and sharp eye. Sho was the smart one that couldn’t draw or back flip. He was the spokesperson for the group. Then there was Ohno.
It sometimes amused him, the perception people had of Ohno. It wasn’t even limited to the fans-the members of Arashi themselves had occasionally fallen victim to it, too. Ohno got off with a lot. He was the one that needed to be prompted to speak. He was the one that constantly fell asleep whether the camera was on or off. Ohno was the most relaxed-the most laid-back. He was often lost in his own daydreams-off in ‘Ohno Land’ as they had taken to calling it. He was the incompetent and reluctant leader. Ohno was the talent; he was the personality that would eat anything, loved his mother to a questionable extreme, and never seemed to know what was going on. Sho was onto him.
They all had their roles to play; they all slipped from time to time. But Ohno...Ohno slipped the most, but the personality he had built up was so genius, so carefully crafted...
Most of the time, Ohno watched. Ohno always watched, carefully taking in everything around him and assimilating it into something in his head that Sho was sure could only make sense to him. He had an artist’s perspective, like he was watching the world as if he’d never seen it before. He calculated and filed everything away-dance steps, song lyrics, the other members themselves. Sho could see the shift sometimes-the point where Ohno decided he no longer needed to observe and his eyes dulled a little as his brain happily drifted off to Ohno Land. It didn’t happen often, though. Not nearly as often as it was given credit, because Naruse didn’t come out of nowhere, and Sho had known Ohno’s intense stare all too well ages before Ohno made the rest of the world privy to it.
It was easy to catch sometimes if Ohno was painting or dancing. His eyes were always serious then; a glimpse into the Ohno rarely seen on-camera unless it was also on stage. Ohno’s solo performances were some of Sho’s favorite moments when he’d go back watch one of their tour DVDs, and he always enjoyed watching rehearsals. He loved to watch Ohno draw, paint, and not only because the way the lines and colors came together to form something fascinated Sho, but watching Ohno’s hands, his eyes, and his movements were completely beautiful and captivating. Sho loved to watch the passion behind Ohno’s usual slack expression.
It had been amazing, the first night they’d spent together in the heat of passion. Ohno was the most intense during sex. Sex with Ohno was like dancing-nothing but his body and rhythm and heat and an intensity that made Sho weak. He easily succumbed to every touch. To be caressed by those eyes, by that stare, was something Sho craved from the moment he experienced it. His brain stopped working properly early on; the need to be under that dancer body that never missed a beat had been too strong. The need to have Ohno stripped of all facades inside him had been impossible to ignore. The quiet Ohno, the careful observer returned almost seconds after climax.
Sometimes Sho knew he couldn’t live without him. Maybe it was Jun, sometimes Nino or Aiba, that prompted him to speak, Ohno would pretend he hadn’t been paying attention, and they would all laugh, but Sho knew. He could feel the way Ohno’s eyes followed him, intense but soft, as if Ohno were holding him with his gaze. In those moments Sho longed for him, felt privy to a well-kept secret, and just knew that this kind of adoration was something he could never find again.
He didn’t know how many people had come before him; he had no desire to ask. He didn’t want to know if they’d all felt as wanted and appreciated as Sho did. He just wanted to take it all in-savor the feeling of Ohno’s eyes on him during the day and feel the tension melt away under his fingertips when night fell. But if he could change anything-just one thing...
“What are you thinking about?”
Sho rolled onto his side to look at him. Ohno’s face was turned toward the window, bathed in shadows. Their eyes met and Ohno sighed.
“Remember when we used to go to those different homes for D no Arashi to see what they’d have in common?”
Sho frowned. “Yeah...”
“And we went to those homes for the Mexicans, right?”
“...Yeah...?”
“Those tortillas were really good, weren’t they?”
All Sho could do was laugh. He gave Ohno’s shoulder a light smack, but his heart calmed. It was probably better not to wonder what Ohno was thinking about behind those eyes, anyway. No matter what Sho sometimes saw there, they were here now, legs tangled together in the dark, and Ohno probably didn’t need to watch when they could be together like this. And even if sometimes he lost himself in the music, in the rhythm, in Sho, Ohno was still Ohno and there was so much more than what even Sho could see. And even if he was intense sometimes, Ohno Land still existed, and the two mingled within him harmoniously. Sho knew there was always a role to play, but even he had to acknowledge they played them well because they were all mostly true.
Group/Pairing: Ohno Satoshi x Sakurai Sho [Arashi]
Prompt: 036. Truth
Word Count: 996
Rating: R for sexual references
Summary: There was always a role to play.
Disclaimer: I do not know nor have ever met these people. The work contained here is merely fiction and not intended to slander or disrespect these wonderful boys. I just think it would be really cute if it were true. That’s all I’m saying.
Author’s Note: Dedicated to chopstixchi for making the lovely wallpaper that inspired this fic.
There was always a role to play and Sho acknowledged that. It came with the territory of being an idol. Aiba was the idiotic genius that smiled on the worst of days the second the camera turned on. He was emotional and passionate, sometimes out of control. Jun played his dual role of the cool, critical DoS and the crybaby dork that somehow together made him all the more endearing. Nino was the sarcastic brat with his never-ending quick wit and sharp eye. Sho was the smart one that couldn’t draw or back flip. He was the spokesperson for the group. Then there was Ohno.
It sometimes amused him, the perception people had of Ohno. It wasn’t even limited to the fans-the members of Arashi themselves had occasionally fallen victim to it, too. Ohno got off with a lot. He was the one that needed to be prompted to speak. He was the one that constantly fell asleep whether the camera was on or off. Ohno was the most relaxed-the most laid-back. He was often lost in his own daydreams-off in ‘Ohno Land’ as they had taken to calling it. He was the incompetent and reluctant leader. Ohno was the talent; he was the personality that would eat anything, loved his mother to a questionable extreme, and never seemed to know what was going on. Sho was onto him.
They all had their roles to play; they all slipped from time to time. But Ohno...Ohno slipped the most, but the personality he had built up was so genius, so carefully crafted...
Most of the time, Ohno watched. Ohno always watched, carefully taking in everything around him and assimilating it into something in his head that Sho was sure could only make sense to him. He had an artist’s perspective, like he was watching the world as if he’d never seen it before. He calculated and filed everything away-dance steps, song lyrics, the other members themselves. Sho could see the shift sometimes-the point where Ohno decided he no longer needed to observe and his eyes dulled a little as his brain happily drifted off to Ohno Land. It didn’t happen often, though. Not nearly as often as it was given credit, because Naruse didn’t come out of nowhere, and Sho had known Ohno’s intense stare all too well ages before Ohno made the rest of the world privy to it.
It was easy to catch sometimes if Ohno was painting or dancing. His eyes were always serious then; a glimpse into the Ohno rarely seen on-camera unless it was also on stage. Ohno’s solo performances were some of Sho’s favorite moments when he’d go back watch one of their tour DVDs, and he always enjoyed watching rehearsals. He loved to watch Ohno draw, paint, and not only because the way the lines and colors came together to form something fascinated Sho, but watching Ohno’s hands, his eyes, and his movements were completely beautiful and captivating. Sho loved to watch the passion behind Ohno’s usual slack expression.
It had been amazing, the first night they’d spent together in the heat of passion. Ohno was the most intense during sex. Sex with Ohno was like dancing-nothing but his body and rhythm and heat and an intensity that made Sho weak. He easily succumbed to every touch. To be caressed by those eyes, by that stare, was something Sho craved from the moment he experienced it. His brain stopped working properly early on; the need to be under that dancer body that never missed a beat had been too strong. The need to have Ohno stripped of all facades inside him had been impossible to ignore. The quiet Ohno, the careful observer returned almost seconds after climax.
Sometimes Sho knew he couldn’t live without him. Maybe it was Jun, sometimes Nino or Aiba, that prompted him to speak, Ohno would pretend he hadn’t been paying attention, and they would all laugh, but Sho knew. He could feel the way Ohno’s eyes followed him, intense but soft, as if Ohno were holding him with his gaze. In those moments Sho longed for him, felt privy to a well-kept secret, and just knew that this kind of adoration was something he could never find again.
He didn’t know how many people had come before him; he had no desire to ask. He didn’t want to know if they’d all felt as wanted and appreciated as Sho did. He just wanted to take it all in-savor the feeling of Ohno’s eyes on him during the day and feel the tension melt away under his fingertips when night fell. But if he could change anything-just one thing...
“What are you thinking about?”
Sho rolled onto his side to look at him. Ohno’s face was turned toward the window, bathed in shadows. Their eyes met and Ohno sighed.
“Remember when we used to go to those different homes for D no Arashi to see what they’d have in common?”
Sho frowned. “Yeah...”
“And we went to those homes for the Mexicans, right?”
“...Yeah...?”
“Those tortillas were really good, weren’t they?”
All Sho could do was laugh. He gave Ohno’s shoulder a light smack, but his heart calmed. It was probably better not to wonder what Ohno was thinking about behind those eyes, anyway. No matter what Sho sometimes saw there, they were here now, legs tangled together in the dark, and Ohno probably didn’t need to watch when they could be together like this. And even if sometimes he lost himself in the music, in the rhythm, in Sho, Ohno was still Ohno and there was so much more than what even Sho could see. And even if he was intense sometimes, Ohno Land still existed, and the two mingled within him harmoniously. Sho knew there was always a role to play, but even he had to acknowledge they played them well because they were all mostly true.