[FIC] Arashi - Ohmiya Drabbles (Set Ten)
Title: teeny tidbits of whimsy and schmoop (set ten)
Fandom: Arashi
Pairing: Ohno/Ninomiya
Rating: In order: PG, G, G, R, G
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: Happy Thanksgiving Day, to anyone that celebrates! Also on AO3 (link).
the true college experience
(Note: sort of sequel-thing to my honey honey koi no Study (link))
The thing is, despite a year and a half of friendship and frequent time spent together, no one actually knows where Nino lives.
Which is why Sho finds himself standing outside the door to Ohno and Jun’s apartment at two in the morning, Nino slumped rather unhelpfully in his arms and Aiba letting out breathy little giggles against his back. Ohno answers, looking sleep ruffled and not entirely awake. Sho can spy Jun loitering behind him.
“Satoshi,” Sho greets pleasantly, and then immediately dumps Nino into Ohno’s arms. “This is yours.”
Ohno takes a long look at Nino - who is awake but well into the punch-happy phase of tonight’s escapades - and then announces with delight, “I love drunk!Nino!”
“Oh-chan~” Nino croons in reply, already reaching for him. The two begin to stumble back towards Ohno’s room.
Jun’s expression is thunderous. “I hate drunk!Nino,” he glowers. “Why didn’t you take him back to your place?”
“Because,” says Sho, who is unapologetic as he manhandles Aiba away, “drunk!Nino is handsy and I’d rather he molest his own boyfriend than mine.”
Jun appears to consider this logic. He glances back in the direction that Ohno and Nino went.
“Wait,” he says finally. “Let me grab my pillow; I’m crashing with you tonight.”
***
a week is so far away
Ohno drowns his sorrows in a milkshake, and he isn’t happy about it.
“The bar is right across the street,” he whines, nudging at the large glass full of chocolate and whipped cream unhappily.
Sho is unmoved. “You’ve been drinking too much lately,” he says. He unwraps a straw and slides into the glass as if to make a point. When Ohno continues to pout, he adds, “It was either this or I let Aiba stage an intervention. And you remember what happened the last time we let him do that.”
At this, Ohno actually cracks a smile. “Jun’s face was funny.”
“Right up until Aiba started throwing his beauty products away,” Sho agrees. “Drink your milkshake.”
Ohno sulks, but eventually the lure of chocolate is a little too powerful even for him. So for a while, he drinks his milkshake and sulks at the same time. It’s quite impressive, he thinks.
When the milkshake is gone, Ohno pushes the glass aside and slumps onto the table, arms folded under his chin. “Hey, Sho,” he mumbles. “I miss Nino.”
Sho smiles at him with that familiar exasperated-but-fond look that Ohno often receives. “I know,” he says, reaching over to pat Ohno on the head. “He’ll be back soon, I promise. It’s just for a week.”
***
love is an endless exchange
Nino’s been teetering close to a whine all morning, but it’s not until Ohno starts making a genuine attempt at untangling himself that he breaks into one properly.
“At least let me shower with you. It’ll save water.” He wheedles, using the tone he always gets when he feels he’s been about to be unfairly deprived of Ohno’s attention. Ohno is usually weak to this, but he’s significantly more afraid of Jun’s wrath than he is of Nino’s clinginess, and thus continues extracting himself from Nino’s rather impressive death grip.
“No it won’t.” He lets out a breathy laugh when, upon tugging one of Nino’s arms away from his waist, Nino takes this as an invitation to thread their fingers together instead. “If we’re late again, Jun-kun will be mad.”
“J’ll be mad no matter what we do,” Nino grumbles. “He’s pissy because the humidity keeps fucking up his hair.”
Nino is not actually wrong about this, but Ohno knows better than to give him an inch. “We can spend all the time you want together when we get home,” he offers in trade.
Nino contemplates this for a moment.
“Cuddling,” he decides finally, eyes narrowed. “While I play my PS3. And you don’t get to complain about the dungeon music.”
Ohno laughs, and Nino is still stuck so close to him that it easily morphs into a kiss against his forehead. “Deal.”
***
little bit dirty now
Ohno doesn’t say a word, but his fingers stay tight in Nino’s hair the whole time, guiding and encouraging. It’s hotter than it has any right to be - Nino had never figured himself for the type that gets off on pain, but the way Ohno’s fingers tug and squeeze is almost intoxicatingly good.
Afterwards - after Ohno has come down Nino’s throat and then jerked him off fast and rough - they sit side by side, their backs against the wall, and pass a cigarette back and forth.
“You know,” Nino says after a long, comfortable silence. His voice is a little hoarse, his throat raw, but it feels satisfying more than it hurts. “When you said you’d help me with the choreography, this isn’t what I had in mind.”
Ohno takes a long drag and exhales the smoke. “Complaining?”
Nino grins. “Not at all.” He reaches over to take his turn, and ends up holding Ohno’s hand instead. “I think Sho might have a heart attack if we did that on stage, though.”
***
make it double
“Thanks for this,” Sho says, nervous as he checks his tie, his collar, then his watch in near constant rotation. “Seriously. I know you have other things you could be doing.”
Nino shrugs it off - while he might have enjoyed spending his evening with a cheap meal and his newest game, he’s not enough of a dick to leave a friend in need hanging. Especially when that friend is Sho, in near hysterics because he was down one-fourth of a double date thanks to his friend from the radio statio abruptly canceling on him.
“Who’s this guy supposed to be, anyway?” Nino already knows all about Sho’s date - Mari-chan is apparently a goddess in human form that performs regular miracles. According to the much less love-struck Jun, she’s a nurse with a nervous giggle that’s sort of cute, if you’re into that kind of thing.
Nino’s date, however, has yet to be discussed.
Sho shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “His name is Ohno. He and Mari-chan have been friends since they were children.” Sho hesitates, then adds, “They’re very close. Please be nice.”
Nino pulls a face at him. “I’m always nice.”
Sho does not look convinced, but he cuts himself off as he spies someone familiar in the crowd. “Mari-chan!”
He goes to meet her. Nino twists around to watch - and instead finds himself staring at the man pulling a face as Sho and the girl Nino assumes to be Mari have a ludicriously sappy moment beside him. The man is small, far too tan, and his cheeks are ridiculous; he’s not Nino’s type at all, except for all the ways that he is. He catches Nino watching and smiles.
Nino’s heart does not skip a beat, thank you very much.
(”Did so.” Ohno retorts, petulant. Nino rolls his eyes and swats at him. Ohno is undeterred, catching Nino’s wrist and tugging at him until he’s nearly in Ohno’s lap, where Ohno can nuzzle at him to his heart’s content. “It did so skip. You told me so.”
“You’re not supposed to tell people that,” Nino hisses. He wriggles in Ohno’s grasp, it’s apparent that he’s not really trying to get away.
“I hate you a little bit for ever introducing them,” Jun informs Sho. He takes a picture of them cuddling as he talks, promptly setting it to the background for their contact information.
“We have Sho-chan to blame,” Aiba agrees with a solemn nod. “Hey, whatever happened to Mari-chan?”
“Mari who?” Sho says, distracted. He’s far too busy making faces down at the baby in his arms to pay attention. The baby coos in return and Sho’s heart melts a little more. “Hey, do you think Nino and Ohno would mind if she came home with me tonight? Guys?”)
Fandom: Arashi
Pairing: Ohno/Ninomiya
Rating: In order: PG, G, G, R, G
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: Happy Thanksgiving Day, to anyone that celebrates! Also on AO3 (link).
the true college experience
(Note: sort of sequel-thing to my honey honey koi no Study (link))
The thing is, despite a year and a half of friendship and frequent time spent together, no one actually knows where Nino lives.
Which is why Sho finds himself standing outside the door to Ohno and Jun’s apartment at two in the morning, Nino slumped rather unhelpfully in his arms and Aiba letting out breathy little giggles against his back. Ohno answers, looking sleep ruffled and not entirely awake. Sho can spy Jun loitering behind him.
“Satoshi,” Sho greets pleasantly, and then immediately dumps Nino into Ohno’s arms. “This is yours.”
Ohno takes a long look at Nino - who is awake but well into the punch-happy phase of tonight’s escapades - and then announces with delight, “I love drunk!Nino!”
“Oh-chan~” Nino croons in reply, already reaching for him. The two begin to stumble back towards Ohno’s room.
Jun’s expression is thunderous. “I hate drunk!Nino,” he glowers. “Why didn’t you take him back to your place?”
“Because,” says Sho, who is unapologetic as he manhandles Aiba away, “drunk!Nino is handsy and I’d rather he molest his own boyfriend than mine.”
Jun appears to consider this logic. He glances back in the direction that Ohno and Nino went.
“Wait,” he says finally. “Let me grab my pillow; I’m crashing with you tonight.”
***
a week is so far away
Ohno drowns his sorrows in a milkshake, and he isn’t happy about it.
“The bar is right across the street,” he whines, nudging at the large glass full of chocolate and whipped cream unhappily.
Sho is unmoved. “You’ve been drinking too much lately,” he says. He unwraps a straw and slides into the glass as if to make a point. When Ohno continues to pout, he adds, “It was either this or I let Aiba stage an intervention. And you remember what happened the last time we let him do that.”
At this, Ohno actually cracks a smile. “Jun’s face was funny.”
“Right up until Aiba started throwing his beauty products away,” Sho agrees. “Drink your milkshake.”
Ohno sulks, but eventually the lure of chocolate is a little too powerful even for him. So for a while, he drinks his milkshake and sulks at the same time. It’s quite impressive, he thinks.
When the milkshake is gone, Ohno pushes the glass aside and slumps onto the table, arms folded under his chin. “Hey, Sho,” he mumbles. “I miss Nino.”
Sho smiles at him with that familiar exasperated-but-fond look that Ohno often receives. “I know,” he says, reaching over to pat Ohno on the head. “He’ll be back soon, I promise. It’s just for a week.”
***
love is an endless exchange
Nino’s been teetering close to a whine all morning, but it’s not until Ohno starts making a genuine attempt at untangling himself that he breaks into one properly.
“At least let me shower with you. It’ll save water.” He wheedles, using the tone he always gets when he feels he’s been about to be unfairly deprived of Ohno’s attention. Ohno is usually weak to this, but he’s significantly more afraid of Jun’s wrath than he is of Nino’s clinginess, and thus continues extracting himself from Nino’s rather impressive death grip.
“No it won’t.” He lets out a breathy laugh when, upon tugging one of Nino’s arms away from his waist, Nino takes this as an invitation to thread their fingers together instead. “If we’re late again, Jun-kun will be mad.”
“J’ll be mad no matter what we do,” Nino grumbles. “He’s pissy because the humidity keeps fucking up his hair.”
Nino is not actually wrong about this, but Ohno knows better than to give him an inch. “We can spend all the time you want together when we get home,” he offers in trade.
Nino contemplates this for a moment.
“Cuddling,” he decides finally, eyes narrowed. “While I play my PS3. And you don’t get to complain about the dungeon music.”
Ohno laughs, and Nino is still stuck so close to him that it easily morphs into a kiss against his forehead. “Deal.”
***
little bit dirty now
Ohno doesn’t say a word, but his fingers stay tight in Nino’s hair the whole time, guiding and encouraging. It’s hotter than it has any right to be - Nino had never figured himself for the type that gets off on pain, but the way Ohno’s fingers tug and squeeze is almost intoxicatingly good.
Afterwards - after Ohno has come down Nino’s throat and then jerked him off fast and rough - they sit side by side, their backs against the wall, and pass a cigarette back and forth.
“You know,” Nino says after a long, comfortable silence. His voice is a little hoarse, his throat raw, but it feels satisfying more than it hurts. “When you said you’d help me with the choreography, this isn’t what I had in mind.”
Ohno takes a long drag and exhales the smoke. “Complaining?”
Nino grins. “Not at all.” He reaches over to take his turn, and ends up holding Ohno’s hand instead. “I think Sho might have a heart attack if we did that on stage, though.”
***
make it double
“Thanks for this,” Sho says, nervous as he checks his tie, his collar, then his watch in near constant rotation. “Seriously. I know you have other things you could be doing.”
Nino shrugs it off - while he might have enjoyed spending his evening with a cheap meal and his newest game, he’s not enough of a dick to leave a friend in need hanging. Especially when that friend is Sho, in near hysterics because he was down one-fourth of a double date thanks to his friend from the radio statio abruptly canceling on him.
“Who’s this guy supposed to be, anyway?” Nino already knows all about Sho’s date - Mari-chan is apparently a goddess in human form that performs regular miracles. According to the much less love-struck Jun, she’s a nurse with a nervous giggle that’s sort of cute, if you’re into that kind of thing.
Nino’s date, however, has yet to be discussed.
Sho shifts his weight from one foot to the other. “His name is Ohno. He and Mari-chan have been friends since they were children.” Sho hesitates, then adds, “They’re very close. Please be nice.”
Nino pulls a face at him. “I’m always nice.”
Sho does not look convinced, but he cuts himself off as he spies someone familiar in the crowd. “Mari-chan!”
He goes to meet her. Nino twists around to watch - and instead finds himself staring at the man pulling a face as Sho and the girl Nino assumes to be Mari have a ludicriously sappy moment beside him. The man is small, far too tan, and his cheeks are ridiculous; he’s not Nino’s type at all, except for all the ways that he is. He catches Nino watching and smiles.
Nino’s heart does not skip a beat, thank you very much.
(”Did so.” Ohno retorts, petulant. Nino rolls his eyes and swats at him. Ohno is undeterred, catching Nino’s wrist and tugging at him until he’s nearly in Ohno’s lap, where Ohno can nuzzle at him to his heart’s content. “It did so skip. You told me so.”
“You’re not supposed to tell people that,” Nino hisses. He wriggles in Ohno’s grasp, it’s apparent that he’s not really trying to get away.
“I hate you a little bit for ever introducing them,” Jun informs Sho. He takes a picture of them cuddling as he talks, promptly setting it to the background for their contact information.
“We have Sho-chan to blame,” Aiba agrees with a solemn nod. “Hey, whatever happened to Mari-chan?”
“Mari who?” Sho says, distracted. He’s far too busy making faces down at the baby in his arms to pay attention. The baby coos in return and Sho’s heart melts a little more. “Hey, do you think Nino and Ohno would mind if she came home with me tonight? Guys?”)