[FIC] Simply (Aiba Masaki/Ninomiya Kazunari, NC-17, 1/1)
Title: Simply
Group/Pairing: Aiba Masaki x Ninomiya Kazunari [Arashi]
Genre: Heavy Fluff + Kitchen Floor Sex = A genre I don’t know. Romance?
Word Count: 2,599
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Aiba realizes what it means to need someone. There was never hiding anything from Nino.
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: Apparently Aimiya sex is my calling, because it comes so naturally to write I don’t know what to make of it. This is for chopstixchi cause she requested more Aimiya. Typos are a-okay to point out.
It was terrifying and uncertain in a way that made his heart wrench when Aiba realized what it felt like to actually need someone. Not to feel like he just wanted it, but to need it. To spend every day apart just waiting in the back of his head for his phone to ring; to spend every night alone with one arm wrapped around a pillow just to simulate normalcy so he could calm his mind just long enough to fall asleep. That simply being apart could create unbearable knots in his muscles and simply hearing just his voice could melt all of that away and Aiba would instantly think Dear God, I love him so much.
He wasn’t sure how to handle it. Aiba had been through plenty of girlfriends and some boyfriends, too, but nothing had been like this before. He had thought he loved people before; Aiba would have sworn on his life that he did. He didn’t even know now if he’d been wrong or if this was something on a completely different level that hadn’t yet been discovered. He couldn’t put a name to it and it was even harder to understand because it was Nino. Nino that Aiba had known since forever. Nino he used to ride the train with and make fun of MatsuJun and Toma with, because they were younger and squeaky and annoying. Nino who still remembered Aiba before Arashi, before M.A.I.N. even, and knew every face Aiba had to present.
It was a big deal, he guessed, because he loved Nino more for it. He loved that there was no pretending-no hiding. He loved that he could smile but Nino would still know if someone was irritating him; he could say nothing was bothering him, but Nino wouldn’t even have to ask because he already knew the whats and whys and hows. In some ways it made the most sense, being Nino, because Nino had become an intrinsic, inseparable part of him. Loving Nino was as natural as breathing.
They’d always been together, but until recently it had never seemed like a possibility. When they were juniors, maybe, but Aiba had abandoned all pretenses of possibility when it seemed like Nino and Leader were made for each other and Aiba silently conceded defeat. They never actually dated as far as Aiba knew-or at least they never told anyone that they were-but Aiba wasn’t quite as stupid as he was taken for and could put two and two together. On top of that Leader was pretty much his polar opposite, really, so Aiba just assumed he’d never had a chance to begin with. At least that was what he’d thought up until recently when Leader and Sho told everyone they were dating, Nino got his heart broken, and Aiba learned that he was a bit more stupid than he’d taken himself for because it had been Nino in love with Ohno and Ohno in love with Sho and it was all just a great big mess because as it turned out Sho was more than happy to return Ohno’s feelings and Nino wanted to stick pointy objects in both their faces.
Truthfully, Aiba had been floored because he hadn’t really noticed anything between Sho and Leader before and had been fairly certain Ohno and Nino were likely married by now more than anything else. In some ways Aiba felt like a crappy friend-looking back on it, it actually made a lot of sense-for not noticing. They were supposed to be best friends, but it was constantly Sho and not Nino that Ohno called. Sometimes Sho placed a hand on Ohno in a way that had made an Aiba-in-love-with-Sho feel annoyed and jealous. Aiba just hadn’t noticed before and despite how long he’d assumed Nino was off-limits he quickly reevaluated things.
Maybe Aiba had pushed things too fast. He didn’t mean to pressure him-certainly didn’t mean to make anything worse than it already was-but Leader and Sho’s announcement had gone into his head and came out with the inevitable conclusion that Nino who he’d known forever was his one true love and they were fated. If one true loves existed, anyway, because Sho sometimes had his doubts, but Aiba was steadfastly convinced, and this was just how it had to be.
Nino had been reluctant. It was too soon; he was getting over Ohno. He had a lot of anger back then that Aiba was only too happy to try to pacify. Nino wasn’t Ohno’s friend anymore; Nino wasn’t convinced of the sincerity to Aiba’s proposal. Nino didn’t want to be pitied.
Truthfully, it had hurt a lot back then. It was only a few weeks, but it had killed him because this was Nino who he’d known since forever-who Aiba couldn’t hide anything from if he tried. And he knew he was hurt, but Aiba had never done anything out of pity in his life, and he just couldn’t understand why Nino couldn’t see that they were destined to be together because they’d always been together. Being with Nino was like coming home, full of warmth and familiarity and comfort. Holding Nino when he cried was heart wrenching but perfect because Aiba just felt like he finally understood, and this was where he supposed to be, and how didn’t Nino feel it, too, when it was so obvious?
Back in those days he would have gladly let Nino rip out his heart and stomp all over it if it would have taken the sadness out of his eyes. Then the day came when it was finally gone, and Nino was smiling again, and accepting Aiba’s hand. Nino professed that he’d loved him since forever, too, but for some reason he’d just given up and accepted that Aiba was in love with Sho, and he just felt like it had come out of nowhere but Aiba was still here, standing beside him, and he could let that go now. It was probably the sweetest love confession Aiba had heard in all his life, and there were so many times when he’d sit around and try to remember exactly how it had gone, but moments can be fleeting. What really mattered what that afterward they stopped being just Nino and Aiba that’d been friends since forever and became NinoandAiba.
When Aiba looked back over everything, he really should have noticed that this would be coming one day. That one day in his not too distant future Nino would be away for a job for only a few days and Aiba would be scared out of his effing mind because the whole experience would teach him that he was completely fucked. He didn’t know how to sleep at night anymore without Nino beside him. He didn’t know what to do with himself in the morning without Nino around to make tea for; Aiba kept buying rolls every morning just for nobody to eat them and eventually he’d pass it off to MatsuJun or Oh-chan who might look at him somewhat amused before taking it off his hands to do only god knows what with it. He cooked for two, but threw most of it away. He ran an AD over just yesterday just to get to his ringing cell phone just in case. And Aiba had never seen it coming, but he was totally screwed because if Nino ever didn’t want this one day-if he dumped Aiba like so many others had-Aiba didn’t know how he’d pick up the pieces and continue.
He was cooking when the door opened. His hands stilled, back stiffened, as he listened to the door close and footsteps approach. Then he felt the weight press against his back and a pair of arms circle his body. Nino’s palms lay flat against his chest, and the stiffness in his body loosened. Aiba’s breath hitched because it was so much worse now, knowing, having him gone, and Aiba of all emotions felt nervous when Nino nuzzled his face against his back.
“I’m home,” said Nino.
Aiba took a shaky breath and tucked his chin into his chest; his eyes closed. “Welcome home,” he barely said, but Nino must have heard it anyway because he turned his head and laid his cheek against Aiba’s back.
They stood there like that for what was probably long enough to be melodramatic, but Aiba didn’t really care if the food was burning or he was acting like a lovesick teenager. He’d missed Nino-missed him so much it felt like the first time he’d ever missed anything, and there really needed to be a stronger word for this feeling because saying he missed him just felt so casual and meaningless compared to how Aiba had felt while Nino was gone. And now that he was here those feelings he got on the phone were back tenfold, and it was all he could do to hope Nino didn’t hear how fast and hard his heart was beating with his ear against his back like that.
It was as Nino reached past Aiba to turn off the stove in a silent invitation that Aiba knew where this was going. Nino’s expression was soft-almond-shaped eyes looking into his with such a quiet intensity that Aiba wanted to hold him, and make love to him, and never let go because fuck, he loved him so much it was unbearable. Nino had to lead Aiba away from the stove-turn his body to make him walk because Aiba’s chest had already seized and his legs unable to receive the message from his shut-down brain to move because Nino was here, and Nino’s hands were touching him, and that was all he needed right now to finally relax after the hell of the last few days.
They never made it out of the kitchen. Nino’s hands cupped his face, brought their mouths together for a kiss, and it shot through his body from his fingertips to his cock to his toes, making everything warm and tingly in a wonderful and addictive kind of way. “I missed you,” Nino said against his mouth and that was all it took for the kisses to become more insistent, more demanding, and Nino was already kicking off his shoes before his shirt landed in the sink and Aiba had to pull his hands away from the zipper on his jeans so that his shirt could land on the floor where it belonged right now. They made it unceremoniously to the floor where Aiba kicked off his jeans and underwear before Nino took Aiba’s cock in his hands.
Aiba couldn’t take his eyes off him; he needed to see him to assure himself he was still here in front of him, real and present. His hands, he was sure, were everywhere. Mentally he tried to make himself slow down, but this was an act of needy desperation and his hands knew it. They didn’t stay anywhere too long. His fingers raked through Nino’s hair, traced down his neck, over his shoulders. Aiba bent over him to kiss his stomach, moving back and out of Nino’s reach, but the hand that had just been on his cock tangled in his hair, and that was okay, too.
His mouth charted the expanse of Nino’s chest, licking first one nipple and then the other. His hands trailed down Nino’s sides; he squirmed, muttered something about being ticklish, but then Aiba moved his palms down to rub the insides of Nino’s thighs and the protests turned to moans, pleas, and Aiba wanted to give him everything he wanted without hesitation. He ran his tongue along the underside of Nino’s cock once-just once-and Nino’s hips bucked. His fingers twisted in Aiba’s hair.
Aiba’s head bobbed-gentle suction on the tip of Nino’s cock, take in the length to where he could stand, wrap one hand around the base of Nino’s dick. Nino thrusted into his mouth and he reached a blind hand out, searching, searching, and then he was digging through the pockets in his jeans with one hand, the other still wrapped in Aiba’s hair. Aiba licked his cock in long, languid strokes-made a small whimper when Nino yanked a little too hard on hair, and Nino’s hand retreated, placed on his cheek in a silent apology, and then Nino’s other hand was back. He passed a small tube of lubricant into Aiba’s hand.
He started with one finger that turned into two and by the time he got to three Nino was rocking his hips hard against Aiba’s mouth. Ah...Masaki...more...more...Masaki... deeper...ah filled the room. Nino was pleading, begging the best he could, and Aiba could take the message. He pulled Nino’s ankles over his shoulders before positioning himself and pushing in slowly-so slowly Nino bucked his hips forward to meet him halfway.
Aiba took it slow. A slow thrust, a slower withdrawal. He kept his eyes on Nino’s face, unable to look away, because all he could see, all he could feel was Nino, and that need. Nino’s moans and whimpers sent nothing to his body but exploding pleasure and God, he loved him so damn much, and Nino’s name slipped off his lips like honey-heavy and thick but so exquisitely sweet. He could have cried through the release-gripped Nino’s hand as he came only mentally aware enough to hope it wasn’t his left hand because he knew he was probably hurting him (Aiba himself was in some degree of pain) but he couldn’t make his fingers straighten or relax when his entire body was reverberating with pleasure.
He rolled off to the side and onto his back to avoid burdening Nino with the bulk of his weight and allowed his arm to rest across Nino’s hips.
“Did I hurt you at all?” Aiba asked.
Nino smiled-shook his head. “No more than the usual pain in the ass your cock is,” said Nino, laughing.
Aiba relaxed-laughed a little. He stretched his arm behind his head. “Welcome home. I tried to cook for you...”
“It’s okay,” said Nino. He rolled into Aiba, rested his head on his chest, and wrapped an arm around his waist. “I missed you.”
And maybe it was the way he said it, but Aiba couldn’t help but wrap his arms around Nino’s body and press him close. Maybe it was the way he said it that sounded so familiar to Aiba-as if Nino had reached into his heart, pulled out his feelings, and put words to it. Maybe it was just because it was Nino, but the way he said it made ‘I missed you’ feel so weighty and appropriate and awful and it was then that Aiba knew he had very little to worry about. As scary as it was it was okay to need someone; it’d be hard for NinoandAiba to build a life together, after all, if Aiba were able to so casually go about still being just Nino and Aiba.
“I missed you, too.”
It didn’t need to be said, because Aiba could never hide anything from Nino. The need had been apparent even if Aiba tried to pretend it was nothing big, because Nino could always tell. And even if, sometimes it was annoying and difficult and made him feel naked and vulnerable, Aiba loved him all the more for it.
“We should take the train together again sometime,” said Nino. “Just for fun.”
“Yeah,” said Aiba. “I’d like that.”
Group/Pairing: Aiba Masaki x Ninomiya Kazunari [Arashi]
Genre: Heavy Fluff + Kitchen Floor Sex = A genre I don’t know. Romance?
Word Count: 2,599
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Aiba realizes what it means to need someone. There was never hiding anything from Nino.
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: Apparently Aimiya sex is my calling, because it comes so naturally to write I don’t know what to make of it. This is for chopstixchi cause she requested more Aimiya. Typos are a-okay to point out.
It was terrifying and uncertain in a way that made his heart wrench when Aiba realized what it felt like to actually need someone. Not to feel like he just wanted it, but to need it. To spend every day apart just waiting in the back of his head for his phone to ring; to spend every night alone with one arm wrapped around a pillow just to simulate normalcy so he could calm his mind just long enough to fall asleep. That simply being apart could create unbearable knots in his muscles and simply hearing just his voice could melt all of that away and Aiba would instantly think Dear God, I love him so much.
He wasn’t sure how to handle it. Aiba had been through plenty of girlfriends and some boyfriends, too, but nothing had been like this before. He had thought he loved people before; Aiba would have sworn on his life that he did. He didn’t even know now if he’d been wrong or if this was something on a completely different level that hadn’t yet been discovered. He couldn’t put a name to it and it was even harder to understand because it was Nino. Nino that Aiba had known since forever. Nino he used to ride the train with and make fun of MatsuJun and Toma with, because they were younger and squeaky and annoying. Nino who still remembered Aiba before Arashi, before M.A.I.N. even, and knew every face Aiba had to present.
It was a big deal, he guessed, because he loved Nino more for it. He loved that there was no pretending-no hiding. He loved that he could smile but Nino would still know if someone was irritating him; he could say nothing was bothering him, but Nino wouldn’t even have to ask because he already knew the whats and whys and hows. In some ways it made the most sense, being Nino, because Nino had become an intrinsic, inseparable part of him. Loving Nino was as natural as breathing.
They’d always been together, but until recently it had never seemed like a possibility. When they were juniors, maybe, but Aiba had abandoned all pretenses of possibility when it seemed like Nino and Leader were made for each other and Aiba silently conceded defeat. They never actually dated as far as Aiba knew-or at least they never told anyone that they were-but Aiba wasn’t quite as stupid as he was taken for and could put two and two together. On top of that Leader was pretty much his polar opposite, really, so Aiba just assumed he’d never had a chance to begin with. At least that was what he’d thought up until recently when Leader and Sho told everyone they were dating, Nino got his heart broken, and Aiba learned that he was a bit more stupid than he’d taken himself for because it had been Nino in love with Ohno and Ohno in love with Sho and it was all just a great big mess because as it turned out Sho was more than happy to return Ohno’s feelings and Nino wanted to stick pointy objects in both their faces.
Truthfully, Aiba had been floored because he hadn’t really noticed anything between Sho and Leader before and had been fairly certain Ohno and Nino were likely married by now more than anything else. In some ways Aiba felt like a crappy friend-looking back on it, it actually made a lot of sense-for not noticing. They were supposed to be best friends, but it was constantly Sho and not Nino that Ohno called. Sometimes Sho placed a hand on Ohno in a way that had made an Aiba-in-love-with-Sho feel annoyed and jealous. Aiba just hadn’t noticed before and despite how long he’d assumed Nino was off-limits he quickly reevaluated things.
Maybe Aiba had pushed things too fast. He didn’t mean to pressure him-certainly didn’t mean to make anything worse than it already was-but Leader and Sho’s announcement had gone into his head and came out with the inevitable conclusion that Nino who he’d known forever was his one true love and they were fated. If one true loves existed, anyway, because Sho sometimes had his doubts, but Aiba was steadfastly convinced, and this was just how it had to be.
Nino had been reluctant. It was too soon; he was getting over Ohno. He had a lot of anger back then that Aiba was only too happy to try to pacify. Nino wasn’t Ohno’s friend anymore; Nino wasn’t convinced of the sincerity to Aiba’s proposal. Nino didn’t want to be pitied.
Truthfully, it had hurt a lot back then. It was only a few weeks, but it had killed him because this was Nino who he’d known since forever-who Aiba couldn’t hide anything from if he tried. And he knew he was hurt, but Aiba had never done anything out of pity in his life, and he just couldn’t understand why Nino couldn’t see that they were destined to be together because they’d always been together. Being with Nino was like coming home, full of warmth and familiarity and comfort. Holding Nino when he cried was heart wrenching but perfect because Aiba just felt like he finally understood, and this was where he supposed to be, and how didn’t Nino feel it, too, when it was so obvious?
Back in those days he would have gladly let Nino rip out his heart and stomp all over it if it would have taken the sadness out of his eyes. Then the day came when it was finally gone, and Nino was smiling again, and accepting Aiba’s hand. Nino professed that he’d loved him since forever, too, but for some reason he’d just given up and accepted that Aiba was in love with Sho, and he just felt like it had come out of nowhere but Aiba was still here, standing beside him, and he could let that go now. It was probably the sweetest love confession Aiba had heard in all his life, and there were so many times when he’d sit around and try to remember exactly how it had gone, but moments can be fleeting. What really mattered what that afterward they stopped being just Nino and Aiba that’d been friends since forever and became NinoandAiba.
When Aiba looked back over everything, he really should have noticed that this would be coming one day. That one day in his not too distant future Nino would be away for a job for only a few days and Aiba would be scared out of his effing mind because the whole experience would teach him that he was completely fucked. He didn’t know how to sleep at night anymore without Nino beside him. He didn’t know what to do with himself in the morning without Nino around to make tea for; Aiba kept buying rolls every morning just for nobody to eat them and eventually he’d pass it off to MatsuJun or Oh-chan who might look at him somewhat amused before taking it off his hands to do only god knows what with it. He cooked for two, but threw most of it away. He ran an AD over just yesterday just to get to his ringing cell phone just in case. And Aiba had never seen it coming, but he was totally screwed because if Nino ever didn’t want this one day-if he dumped Aiba like so many others had-Aiba didn’t know how he’d pick up the pieces and continue.
He was cooking when the door opened. His hands stilled, back stiffened, as he listened to the door close and footsteps approach. Then he felt the weight press against his back and a pair of arms circle his body. Nino’s palms lay flat against his chest, and the stiffness in his body loosened. Aiba’s breath hitched because it was so much worse now, knowing, having him gone, and Aiba of all emotions felt nervous when Nino nuzzled his face against his back.
“I’m home,” said Nino.
Aiba took a shaky breath and tucked his chin into his chest; his eyes closed. “Welcome home,” he barely said, but Nino must have heard it anyway because he turned his head and laid his cheek against Aiba’s back.
They stood there like that for what was probably long enough to be melodramatic, but Aiba didn’t really care if the food was burning or he was acting like a lovesick teenager. He’d missed Nino-missed him so much it felt like the first time he’d ever missed anything, and there really needed to be a stronger word for this feeling because saying he missed him just felt so casual and meaningless compared to how Aiba had felt while Nino was gone. And now that he was here those feelings he got on the phone were back tenfold, and it was all he could do to hope Nino didn’t hear how fast and hard his heart was beating with his ear against his back like that.
It was as Nino reached past Aiba to turn off the stove in a silent invitation that Aiba knew where this was going. Nino’s expression was soft-almond-shaped eyes looking into his with such a quiet intensity that Aiba wanted to hold him, and make love to him, and never let go because fuck, he loved him so much it was unbearable. Nino had to lead Aiba away from the stove-turn his body to make him walk because Aiba’s chest had already seized and his legs unable to receive the message from his shut-down brain to move because Nino was here, and Nino’s hands were touching him, and that was all he needed right now to finally relax after the hell of the last few days.
They never made it out of the kitchen. Nino’s hands cupped his face, brought their mouths together for a kiss, and it shot through his body from his fingertips to his cock to his toes, making everything warm and tingly in a wonderful and addictive kind of way. “I missed you,” Nino said against his mouth and that was all it took for the kisses to become more insistent, more demanding, and Nino was already kicking off his shoes before his shirt landed in the sink and Aiba had to pull his hands away from the zipper on his jeans so that his shirt could land on the floor where it belonged right now. They made it unceremoniously to the floor where Aiba kicked off his jeans and underwear before Nino took Aiba’s cock in his hands.
Aiba couldn’t take his eyes off him; he needed to see him to assure himself he was still here in front of him, real and present. His hands, he was sure, were everywhere. Mentally he tried to make himself slow down, but this was an act of needy desperation and his hands knew it. They didn’t stay anywhere too long. His fingers raked through Nino’s hair, traced down his neck, over his shoulders. Aiba bent over him to kiss his stomach, moving back and out of Nino’s reach, but the hand that had just been on his cock tangled in his hair, and that was okay, too.
His mouth charted the expanse of Nino’s chest, licking first one nipple and then the other. His hands trailed down Nino’s sides; he squirmed, muttered something about being ticklish, but then Aiba moved his palms down to rub the insides of Nino’s thighs and the protests turned to moans, pleas, and Aiba wanted to give him everything he wanted without hesitation. He ran his tongue along the underside of Nino’s cock once-just once-and Nino’s hips bucked. His fingers twisted in Aiba’s hair.
Aiba’s head bobbed-gentle suction on the tip of Nino’s cock, take in the length to where he could stand, wrap one hand around the base of Nino’s dick. Nino thrusted into his mouth and he reached a blind hand out, searching, searching, and then he was digging through the pockets in his jeans with one hand, the other still wrapped in Aiba’s hair. Aiba licked his cock in long, languid strokes-made a small whimper when Nino yanked a little too hard on hair, and Nino’s hand retreated, placed on his cheek in a silent apology, and then Nino’s other hand was back. He passed a small tube of lubricant into Aiba’s hand.
He started with one finger that turned into two and by the time he got to three Nino was rocking his hips hard against Aiba’s mouth. Ah...Masaki...more...more...Masaki... deeper...ah filled the room. Nino was pleading, begging the best he could, and Aiba could take the message. He pulled Nino’s ankles over his shoulders before positioning himself and pushing in slowly-so slowly Nino bucked his hips forward to meet him halfway.
Aiba took it slow. A slow thrust, a slower withdrawal. He kept his eyes on Nino’s face, unable to look away, because all he could see, all he could feel was Nino, and that need. Nino’s moans and whimpers sent nothing to his body but exploding pleasure and God, he loved him so damn much, and Nino’s name slipped off his lips like honey-heavy and thick but so exquisitely sweet. He could have cried through the release-gripped Nino’s hand as he came only mentally aware enough to hope it wasn’t his left hand because he knew he was probably hurting him (Aiba himself was in some degree of pain) but he couldn’t make his fingers straighten or relax when his entire body was reverberating with pleasure.
He rolled off to the side and onto his back to avoid burdening Nino with the bulk of his weight and allowed his arm to rest across Nino’s hips.
“Did I hurt you at all?” Aiba asked.
Nino smiled-shook his head. “No more than the usual pain in the ass your cock is,” said Nino, laughing.
Aiba relaxed-laughed a little. He stretched his arm behind his head. “Welcome home. I tried to cook for you...”
“It’s okay,” said Nino. He rolled into Aiba, rested his head on his chest, and wrapped an arm around his waist. “I missed you.”
And maybe it was the way he said it, but Aiba couldn’t help but wrap his arms around Nino’s body and press him close. Maybe it was the way he said it that sounded so familiar to Aiba-as if Nino had reached into his heart, pulled out his feelings, and put words to it. Maybe it was just because it was Nino, but the way he said it made ‘I missed you’ feel so weighty and appropriate and awful and it was then that Aiba knew he had very little to worry about. As scary as it was it was okay to need someone; it’d be hard for NinoandAiba to build a life together, after all, if Aiba were able to so casually go about still being just Nino and Aiba.
“I missed you, too.”
It didn’t need to be said, because Aiba could never hide anything from Nino. The need had been apparent even if Aiba tried to pretend it was nothing big, because Nino could always tell. And even if, sometimes it was annoying and difficult and made him feel naked and vulnerable, Aiba loved him all the more for it.
“We should take the train together again sometime,” said Nino. “Just for fun.”
“Yeah,” said Aiba. “I’d like that.”