[Arashi] Four times Jun and Ohno tried to share a hobby and one time they almost did
[Title] Four times Jun and Ohno tried to share a hobby and one time they almost did
[Rating] PG-13
[Disclaimer] Don't own any of these boys. >:
[Notes] For beckerbell, because it is her birthdayy.
1. "These trunks are too loose," Ohno said, his voice bordering on a whine.
With a sigh, Jun set his shortboard on the white sand and yanked Ohno to him with a swift jerk of the other boy's waist band. His fingers deftly worked on the draw string, tying it into a secure knot.
"I have a bad feeling about this," Ohno said, as Jun grabbed his arm and led him closer to the waves.
Honestly, Jun had no idea what Ohno was complaining about. The new swimming trunks he had bought for Ohno looked absolutely gorgeous on his strange mix of fair and black skin -- he had practically bathed Ohno with sunscreen today -- and the dark color brought out those sinfully chiseled abs. So what if it was one size bigger? That's what the draw strings were for.
Besides, it was a great morning for surfing - the temperature was comfortable, the waves were mild, and it was a working day, so the beach didn't have too many visitors. Nothing could possibly go wrong.
Or so he thought.
Jun would never forget that moment, that feeling of sheer, utter panic, when a monster wave crested in out of nowhere and smashed Ohno clear off his board. Jun's heart stopped for a long, agonizing instant as he dove in, too late--
A second wave sent Ohno crashing into Jun. Filled with immense relief, Jun wrapped his arms tightly round the thrashing form and kicked out hard. Together, they burst out of the waters.
"Jun--" Ohno gasped.
"Swim," Jun panted, "Swim to the shallows."
They made it back to the beach, where they crawled ungracefully, on all fours, away from the waves. At a safe distance from the high tide, they collapsed, exhausted.
"Jun," Ohno started again.
Jun tugged Ohno to him and buried his nose in the wet hair. He could care less about the rough sand grains poking into his skin at this point. "Sorry," he murmured. "So sorry."
Ohno was silent. Overwhelmed, thought Jun. Terrified. Of course; Ohno nearly drowned. He tightened his embrace round the smaller man.
Then, he felt Ohno's warm breath against his ear.
"Jun," Ohno said quietly. "I lost my trunks."
They never went to that beach again.
2. The wind whipped rain painfully across Jun's cheeks. Pulling the hood of his raincoat tighter over his head, he stomped to the other side of the ship deck.
"We're in a storm," he hissed.
Ohno turned to him and blinked. As though he had just noticed Jun's presence. "Are we?"
Jun resisted the urge to whack Ohno with the rod in his hand. "You're not going to catch anything in this weather."
"Just a few more minutes."
"You said that an hour ago."
"Just a few more minutes."
Jun knew the conversation was over when Ohno turned away to reel his line in and reset the lure. Vaguely, as he struggled to open the cabin door against the heavy torrent, he wondered what the hell he saw in that lunatic.
3. After hearing a sickening crunch of broken bones when Ohno kicked the reflexologist in the face, Jun understood: this wasn't some irrational fear; Ohno was really that ticklish.
4. "What's the next restaurant?" Aiba said, so excited he was rocking back and forth, from the heels to the balls of his feet. Heels to balls, heels to balls, heels to balls -- it was driving Jun crazy.
"Stop that," he said irritably.
"C'mon, MatsuJun, you can't deny you're enjoying the food," Aiba said with a laugh.
"We've been to three restaurants," Jun snapped. When a group of high school girls glanced at him curiously, he tugged his cap lower to hide his eyes. "Three restaurants eating different kinds of curry. I'm full, my breath smells of curry, my clothes smell of curry, and my hair smells of curry. Why don't we go for something different? Something light?"
"We have to keep to our theme," Aiba told him. "We fix the themes every month to keep it varied."
"I like curry," Ohno added as he laid a gentle hand on Jun's back.
The angry lines on Jun's temple softened. Slightly. "And why can't Sho make it again?" he asked.
"Sho-chan's on his silly fruit diet," Aiba huffed.
"Smart man," Jun muttered.
In unison, Aiba and Ohno wibbled at Jun, who took a step back in mild alarm. Individually, he could handle the puppy eyes easily enough, but faced with the combined force of those accursed pouts, even Nino would have been at a loss.
"It feels like something's missing with the two of us," Aiba said.
Ohno nodded. "We really appreciate that you came down with us."
Jun opened his mouth to say something, only to jerk away when he felt the hand on his back creep down to his backside - and squeeze.
"Really appreciate it," Ohno said. He met Jun's warning glare with a smile, eyes sparkling with light mirth. Beside them, Aiba shook with restrained giggles.
"All right," Jun finally said with a sigh. "Let's get this over with."
"Yes!" Aiba pumped a fist into the air.
Ohno whipped out a crumpled list from his pocket. "Curry Town is three lights from here."
That night, when Ohno showed his appreciation by painting a beautiful picture against the moonlight, that smooth, naked back arched in a perfect bow above him and eyelashes, long and delicate, fluttering shut in pleasure, Jun decided maybe one more month with the Curiosity Team wouldn't be so bad.
("This month, we're doing rare smelly dishes!" Aiba announced cheerfully. "If we hurry, we can try out the five restaurants I picked before we throw up."
"Fuck," said Jun.
"Maybe later," Ohno said.)
5. Jun barely moved when Ohno laid a head on his lap.
"You haven't done that for a while," Ohno said softly.
Sliding the brush carefully round the edge of a nail, Jun nodded. "Mm. Helps me relax... but I haven't had the time." He gave a lopsided smile. "Ironic, huh?"
Ohno turned a little, nuzzling his cheek into Jun's jeans. "Hmm."
They stayed that way for a while - Ohno watching and Jun painting. Then, the older man mutely stretched out a hand towards the bottle of nail polish. Jun made a questioning noise.
"I want to paint you too," Ohno said.
Jun held his hands in front of Ohno. "These are done."
Again, mutely, Ohno let his arm fall against the couch. This time, his fingers pointed downwards, at Jun's feet. The toenails were still a natural pink.
Without a word, Jun picked up the bottle and handed it to Ohno, who instantly dropped to the floor. After careful painting of the smallest nail, Ohno looked up. "Do you have other colors?" he asked.
Ruffling Ohno's hair, Jun rose from the couch to retrieve every bottle he owned from the shelf in their shared bedroom. After sorting out the colors, Ohno lined the bottles in a neat row beside him, before he bent over and began.
Jun couldn't explain it, but watching Ohno, eyebrows knitted in concentration, paint a tiny rainbow on his big toe, he could feel ribbons of warmth -- or as Nino would put it, "girly sap" -- swirl and gather in his chest.
They didn't have to share a common hobby, he realized suddenly. The joy was in finding it together.
5.5 "Is that a sunflower?" Nino asked a little too gleefully.
"That's definitely a sunflower," Sho said. "What about that one? That's a penguin, right?"
"Really? I thought it was a swan," Aiba said. He squinted. "Could look like a penguin if you look really hard though."
"It's a swan," Ohno said.
They had a photoshoot with casual summer wear today, and the photographer wanted a shot with all of them in T-shirts, shorts - and flip-flops. Jun didn't say a word when his bandmates crouched down and gathered round his feet to see the exposed works of nail art.
Mentally, though, he vowed to kill his stupid boyfriend before the day was over.
[Rating] PG-13
[Disclaimer] Don't own any of these boys. >:
[Notes] For beckerbell, because it is her birthdayy.
1. "These trunks are too loose," Ohno said, his voice bordering on a whine.
With a sigh, Jun set his shortboard on the white sand and yanked Ohno to him with a swift jerk of the other boy's waist band. His fingers deftly worked on the draw string, tying it into a secure knot.
"I have a bad feeling about this," Ohno said, as Jun grabbed his arm and led him closer to the waves.
Honestly, Jun had no idea what Ohno was complaining about. The new swimming trunks he had bought for Ohno looked absolutely gorgeous on his strange mix of fair and black skin -- he had practically bathed Ohno with sunscreen today -- and the dark color brought out those sinfully chiseled abs. So what if it was one size bigger? That's what the draw strings were for.
Besides, it was a great morning for surfing - the temperature was comfortable, the waves were mild, and it was a working day, so the beach didn't have too many visitors. Nothing could possibly go wrong.
Or so he thought.
Jun would never forget that moment, that feeling of sheer, utter panic, when a monster wave crested in out of nowhere and smashed Ohno clear off his board. Jun's heart stopped for a long, agonizing instant as he dove in, too late--
A second wave sent Ohno crashing into Jun. Filled with immense relief, Jun wrapped his arms tightly round the thrashing form and kicked out hard. Together, they burst out of the waters.
"Jun--" Ohno gasped.
"Swim," Jun panted, "Swim to the shallows."
They made it back to the beach, where they crawled ungracefully, on all fours, away from the waves. At a safe distance from the high tide, they collapsed, exhausted.
"Jun," Ohno started again.
Jun tugged Ohno to him and buried his nose in the wet hair. He could care less about the rough sand grains poking into his skin at this point. "Sorry," he murmured. "So sorry."
Ohno was silent. Overwhelmed, thought Jun. Terrified. Of course; Ohno nearly drowned. He tightened his embrace round the smaller man.
Then, he felt Ohno's warm breath against his ear.
"Jun," Ohno said quietly. "I lost my trunks."
They never went to that beach again.
2. The wind whipped rain painfully across Jun's cheeks. Pulling the hood of his raincoat tighter over his head, he stomped to the other side of the ship deck.
"We're in a storm," he hissed.
Ohno turned to him and blinked. As though he had just noticed Jun's presence. "Are we?"
Jun resisted the urge to whack Ohno with the rod in his hand. "You're not going to catch anything in this weather."
"Just a few more minutes."
"You said that an hour ago."
"Just a few more minutes."
Jun knew the conversation was over when Ohno turned away to reel his line in and reset the lure. Vaguely, as he struggled to open the cabin door against the heavy torrent, he wondered what the hell he saw in that lunatic.
3. After hearing a sickening crunch of broken bones when Ohno kicked the reflexologist in the face, Jun understood: this wasn't some irrational fear; Ohno was really that ticklish.
4. "What's the next restaurant?" Aiba said, so excited he was rocking back and forth, from the heels to the balls of his feet. Heels to balls, heels to balls, heels to balls -- it was driving Jun crazy.
"Stop that," he said irritably.
"C'mon, MatsuJun, you can't deny you're enjoying the food," Aiba said with a laugh.
"We've been to three restaurants," Jun snapped. When a group of high school girls glanced at him curiously, he tugged his cap lower to hide his eyes. "Three restaurants eating different kinds of curry. I'm full, my breath smells of curry, my clothes smell of curry, and my hair smells of curry. Why don't we go for something different? Something light?"
"We have to keep to our theme," Aiba told him. "We fix the themes every month to keep it varied."
"I like curry," Ohno added as he laid a gentle hand on Jun's back.
The angry lines on Jun's temple softened. Slightly. "And why can't Sho make it again?" he asked.
"Sho-chan's on his silly fruit diet," Aiba huffed.
"Smart man," Jun muttered.
In unison, Aiba and Ohno wibbled at Jun, who took a step back in mild alarm. Individually, he could handle the puppy eyes easily enough, but faced with the combined force of those accursed pouts, even Nino would have been at a loss.
"It feels like something's missing with the two of us," Aiba said.
Ohno nodded. "We really appreciate that you came down with us."
Jun opened his mouth to say something, only to jerk away when he felt the hand on his back creep down to his backside - and squeeze.
"Really appreciate it," Ohno said. He met Jun's warning glare with a smile, eyes sparkling with light mirth. Beside them, Aiba shook with restrained giggles.
"All right," Jun finally said with a sigh. "Let's get this over with."
"Yes!" Aiba pumped a fist into the air.
Ohno whipped out a crumpled list from his pocket. "Curry Town is three lights from here."
That night, when Ohno showed his appreciation by painting a beautiful picture against the moonlight, that smooth, naked back arched in a perfect bow above him and eyelashes, long and delicate, fluttering shut in pleasure, Jun decided maybe one more month with the Curiosity Team wouldn't be so bad.
("This month, we're doing rare smelly dishes!" Aiba announced cheerfully. "If we hurry, we can try out the five restaurants I picked before we throw up."
"Fuck," said Jun.
"Maybe later," Ohno said.)
5. Jun barely moved when Ohno laid a head on his lap.
"You haven't done that for a while," Ohno said softly.
Sliding the brush carefully round the edge of a nail, Jun nodded. "Mm. Helps me relax... but I haven't had the time." He gave a lopsided smile. "Ironic, huh?"
Ohno turned a little, nuzzling his cheek into Jun's jeans. "Hmm."
They stayed that way for a while - Ohno watching and Jun painting. Then, the older man mutely stretched out a hand towards the bottle of nail polish. Jun made a questioning noise.
"I want to paint you too," Ohno said.
Jun held his hands in front of Ohno. "These are done."
Again, mutely, Ohno let his arm fall against the couch. This time, his fingers pointed downwards, at Jun's feet. The toenails were still a natural pink.
Without a word, Jun picked up the bottle and handed it to Ohno, who instantly dropped to the floor. After careful painting of the smallest nail, Ohno looked up. "Do you have other colors?" he asked.
Ruffling Ohno's hair, Jun rose from the couch to retrieve every bottle he owned from the shelf in their shared bedroom. After sorting out the colors, Ohno lined the bottles in a neat row beside him, before he bent over and began.
Jun couldn't explain it, but watching Ohno, eyebrows knitted in concentration, paint a tiny rainbow on his big toe, he could feel ribbons of warmth -- or as Nino would put it, "girly sap" -- swirl and gather in his chest.
They didn't have to share a common hobby, he realized suddenly. The joy was in finding it together.
5.5 "Is that a sunflower?" Nino asked a little too gleefully.
"That's definitely a sunflower," Sho said. "What about that one? That's a penguin, right?"
"Really? I thought it was a swan," Aiba said. He squinted. "Could look like a penguin if you look really hard though."
"It's a swan," Ohno said.
They had a photoshoot with casual summer wear today, and the photographer wanted a shot with all of them in T-shirts, shorts - and flip-flops. Jun didn't say a word when his bandmates crouched down and gathered round his feet to see the exposed works of nail art.
Mentally, though, he vowed to kill his stupid boyfriend before the day was over.