One Shot - Dirty Little Secret
Title: Dirty Little Secret
Pairing: ShoxOhno, mentioned OkadaxOhno (friendship), Aimiya (if you squint hard)
Genre: fluff
Rating: NC-17 (It’s been long since I wrote one ><)
Words count: 2100-ish
Warning: Unbeta’d. Sorry for grammatical errors.
Summary: It’s all Aiba’s idea that Arashi should celebrate Nino’s birthday at his place. Sho and Ohno were in charge at making the cake (while waiting for Jun to finish his filming and Aiba who went to practice baseball with Nino). Well, the rest… you know what would happen XD
A/N: It’s been long, really long, and somehow I missed writing a smutty fic. Also, blame Shukudai-kun now that I’m so craving for Yama love (because the two of them were just so cute at that time ><). I hope you enjoy this fic.
Dirty Little Secret
Ohno didn’t notice the annoyed look on Sho’s face had been there for more than half an hour now. He’s too occupied with his new camera, checking out the freshly taken photographs yesterday.
“You like it that much?” asked Sho, gaze never left Ohno whose eyes fixed still at the camera.
“Um,” and the answer he gave was nonchalant.
“How was it last night, you had fun?”
The fact that the older didn’t give a proper answer to his question caused him to sigh. How could he not? Ohno went drinking with person who gave him camera as present, Okada-kun. The jealousy secretly was eating him alive, and he didn’t like it.
And that damn camera. He’s so throwing it away later when Ohno wasn’t looking.
“It was fun,” said Ohno, finally put his camera down and pecked Sho on the lips gently, feeling the warmth in their softness.
Sho smirked and felt suddenly excited, with a quick movement he pulled Ohno down on to the mattress, pinning him and was about to deepen their kiss when…
“Ah, it’s already lunch time! We’d better be hurry! Or we won’t make it in time!” saying something like that and pushing Sho away, causing Sho to curse a frustrated “Damn”.
“Why does it have to be today?” Sho whined.
“…ask Nino’s mama?” was his only suggestion to reply a sulking Sho.
It’s Nino’s birthday. Aiba had come up with a brilliant idea to give Nino a little surprise to celebrate his last day as a young man in his twenty as he’s turning thirty in less than twenty hours.
Sho and Ohno who had a day off were in charge in baking a birthday cake (Aiba insisted that hand-made cake was much more appreciated, and he wanted it to be special for the birthday boy), and apparently the idea of baking his own cake was kind of awakening the sleeping baker soul in Ohno, and Sho couldn’t say no when both of Aiba and Ohno giving their best puppy eyes to make him agree with the whole thing. Meanwhile, Jun had a lip balm CM shooting and would join them in the evening (and had promised them a very good wine and champagne). For Aiba, he had to make sure Nino didn’t have plan so, he brought Nino out for a baseball practice for their team. And that’s why, both Ohno and Sho had to get their lazy ass up, shop for the ingredients, and head to Aiba’s apartment.
“I wonder why Aiba gave you his apartment key,” Sho frowned.
“Don’t be jealous, Sho-kun. It’s only Aiba-chan.”
Well, Sho knew quite well that they wouldn’t do anything suspicious behind his back, but to know that Aiba trusted his lover so much was kind of bothering him. Partly because Ohno was his lover, and Aiba was his best friend. It seemed as if he was… left out. That kind of feeling.
It was already three when they arrived at Aiba’s apartment. They hurriedly made preparation to make Nino’s birthday cake.
“Satoshi-kun, what are you going to make?”
“An America-something cake I learnt when I had trip to…” Ohno decided not to finish his sentence.
Sho finished it for him instead, “…to London. With Jun?”
“Yeah…”
“Why would you learn how to make America-something cake of all things in London?” Sho remarked, quite amused at the endless uniqueness in his boyfriend he found every day.
Ohno smiled, as he poured all-purpose flour in to big bowl. He smelled at the scent, so nice.
And they began to bake. Sho helped Ohno melt the chocolate and Ohno made the dough, while they played with each other. Sho sometimes would put on some melted chocolate on Ohno’s cheek. Ohno would pout, but he laughed anyway.
Small kisses here and there. A quick glances every now and then. They could feel it, the love.
“Alright,” Ohno said as he closed the oven and set the timer for 40 minutes. “Now shall we clean up a bit and…”
Ohno stopped mid-way as his mouth was now met Sho’s, that tongue started to play a part as well. Sho pushed Ohno backwards until his back met the cold kitchen counter pretty hard, Sho noticed by Ohno’s hiss, must be painful…
“Sorry,” said Sho between the hot kisses.
Sho stopped for a moment to study Ohno’s face, whether the smaller guy wanted it or not, and he saw nothing but Ohno’s lustful eyes, and his slightly parted lips that now looked so pitiful from losing contact with Sho’s.
“Sho-kun…” Ohno said softly, clutching Sho’s shirt to pull him down for another round of kisses again. He complied, continuing his work. They had 40 minutes, after all.
Twenty minutes had passed, and their kissing was no longer innocent (it wasn’t though, from the very beginning). It only could be seen as a make-out session, now that Sho already pressed his thigh between Ohno’s legs, feeling the both of them with a hard-on.
Ohno moaned uncontrollably with Sho’s hands caressing every skin of his, playing with his nipples occasionally just to tease him. And Sho liked it when he deliberately touched Ohno’s lower part, just close enough to his member but didn’t give Ohno what he’s been craving for, Ohno would make such a beautiful face and incredibly sexy sound. Sho couldn’t get enough of him.
Ten minutes more until Nino’s cake was fully baked. But none of them seemed to care about it.
Not when something more important came up on the way.
But, now that Ohno thought about it…
“Sh-Sho-kyun,” Ohno called, somehow feeling ashamed at how he had a really hard time to find his normal voice. Just to get a breathy giggle from Sho who found it funny that Ohno couldn’t say his name properly.
Ohno, however, was surprisingly good at regaining his composure. He tried to give some senses in Sho’s mind, “We’re in Aiba’s kitchen.”
“Ah,” Sho pulled away from him, far enough to see their surrounding that, without mistake, not their apartment. Or so Ohno thought.
But Sho didn’t seem to get what Ohno meant, as he offered, “So, Aiba’s bedroom? How does it sound?”
Ah well, both were so aroused, and they still had time until either Jun or the baseball-mania pair to reach this place, right? They could clean up the mess later.
*
Sho buried himself against Ohno’s neck, biting the skin there lightly. They were sure there would be a visible love mark later. Ohno didn’t mind though, because Sho might be purposefully doing it. Sho was usually a cautious person, he didn’t want to cause Ohno trouble at work if the make-up artist found some hickie on his neck. And it wasn’t just his imagination that Sho was acting strangely recently. The reason was clear enough: his little reunion with Okada-kun, his little obsession in photography, a few days trip overseas with Jun, and the fact that he had Aiba’s apartment key, not to mention the birthday boy, Nino Freehand who didn’t seem to care about his relationship with Sho and still playing around, groping his butt and whatsoever. All of those started to get on Sho’s nerves and Ohno knew it more than anyone else.
“Turn around,” Sho said.
“Sho-kun, the lube-,” Ohno asked, when he felt Sho’s finger touch his opening.
“I didn’t bring it.”
Great. Just great. Now that they didn’t have lube with them, what should they do?
“Doesn’t Aiba keep some somewhere?” Ohno tried his luck, got off from the bed and checked Aiba’s bedside table.
“He isn’t gay, why would he have that kind of thing?”
“Who knows?”
“Come and get your little ass here already,” being impatient, Sho grabbed Ohno’s wrist and pushed him down against Aiba’s bed. He brushed Ohno’s lips gently with his thumb, asking Ohno to open up his mouth and welcome his fingers, “Lick them. Wet.”
Ohno complied, and let Sho’s three fingers enter his small mouth. He skillfully licked the three of them, circling his tongue while imagining it’s
Sho’s member inside his mouth.
Sho groaned at the sight under him. So damn hot he couldn’t wait anymore.
“Good, Satoshi. Now on your hands and knees. Hurry.”
Sho withdrew his fingers, and helped Ohno to position himself. It wasn’t long until he finished preparing Ohno, and he pushed himself inside the man he loved. The man he’d been craving for attention more than anything.
Sho thrust into him gently, giving him time to adjust with his length. He was barely prepared after all, and Sho didn’t want to hurt him in anyway. So Sho just took their sweet time, kissing some more to distract Ohno from the pain, and stroke Ohno’s neglected member to give him more pleasure.
It was when finally Ohno pushed backward in a timid thrust to meet Sho’s, that finally Sho changed the pace into a hard and fast one.
Aiba’s room was filled with the sound of dirty moans, and screams they couldn’t help but escape the back of their throat from the indescribable pleasure. And the fact that they were doing it in someone else’s bed was kind of thrilling (they realized that it wasn’t inappropriate but…) and thinking about that Aiba or whoever suddenly step inside this room, find them in this kind of situation, brought Sho to his limit.
He was close, and so was Ohno. He pumped Ohno faster, and pounded Ohno’s ass harder. His mind went blank, and he lost it when Ohno clenched his tight muscle around his length. He spilled his cum inside Ohno. As Sho regained his strength after riding on his orgasm, he brought Ohno's hand to continue stroking his member until reaching his own orgasm, unintentionally got Aiba’s sheet dirty with his cum.
“Aiba-chan will find out about his. I spilled on his bed.”
Ohno turned over to look at Sho, eyes were teary clearly from the guilt he had. Sho just chuckled and pinched his cheeks.
“You’re not allowed to be that cute after sex, Satoshi, or we’d ended up doing it again!” Sho complained.
“But, what do we do about this?”
“Rather than that, what about the cake?”
*
Jun finally came around five, and he helped putting on some decoration in the living room, a simple decoration of congratulatory words and some balloons. They couldn’t do much since Aiba’s mail came an hour later, telling them to get all ready because they’re in the middle of waiting the elevator.
Few minutes later, Aiba’s apartment door was opened and the three of them were standing on the genkan to welcome them. Ohno who’s bringing the America-something-(very)dark-chocolate-cake with candles on it, was the first to congratulate Nino.
“Happy Birthday, Nino-chan!” he exclaimed.
“What is this?? Arashi is so childish it’s scary!”
Aiba patted Nino’s back and pushed him in, “Don’t be like that. You should learn how to be honest at times like this. Ok?”
“You’re actually happy, aren’t you?” Jun teased Nino as the small man kicked his shoes off.
Unable to hide his smile, he took the cake from Ohno, and thanked them for the surprise birthday party.
The party was fun, and good wine Jun had brought really lightened the mood. They had a nice talk, about Nino, about Arashi, about 24 hour TV, and in between, Nino sometimes would mumble something like, “I’m grateful I’m in Arashi.”
And all of them honestly thought the same.
Omake
“Sho-kun, there’s a text from Aiba-chan,” Ohno announced.
“What does it say?”
“’Thanks for baking the cake, even though it’s a bit bitter, it’s still delish!
Oh, did you guys make the dough on my bed?
I found some dried sticky fluid on it. I have kitchen for that, you know?
Well, anyway, thanks for the hard work. Good night’
he said.”
“Ah, we’re lucky it’s Aiba’s bed we were performing on. I can’t imagine what if it’s Jun's or Nino's.”
“Uh, that’s kinda giving me ideas…”
“Satoshi, you’re little naughty- oh, mail. From Nino.
‘Don’t think I’m as stupid as Aiba.
How could you guys do that??
I’m disgusted!
Ps. is that why my birthday cake turned horrible??’,”
Sho and Ohno exchanged look.
The two of them had the same thoughts: Did Nino oversleep there?
Well, they could hear the detail tomorrow morning (and they went to sleep happily ever after).
END
Pairing: ShoxOhno, mentioned OkadaxOhno (friendship), Aimiya (if you squint hard)
Genre: fluff
Rating: NC-17 (It’s been long since I wrote one ><)
Words count: 2100-ish
Warning: Unbeta’d. Sorry for grammatical errors.
Summary: It’s all Aiba’s idea that Arashi should celebrate Nino’s birthday at his place. Sho and Ohno were in charge at making the cake (while waiting for Jun to finish his filming and Aiba who went to practice baseball with Nino). Well, the rest… you know what would happen XD
A/N: It’s been long, really long, and somehow I missed writing a smutty fic. Also, blame Shukudai-kun now that I’m so craving for Yama love (because the two of them were just so cute at that time ><). I hope you enjoy this fic.
Dirty Little Secret
Ohno didn’t notice the annoyed look on Sho’s face had been there for more than half an hour now. He’s too occupied with his new camera, checking out the freshly taken photographs yesterday.
“You like it that much?” asked Sho, gaze never left Ohno whose eyes fixed still at the camera.
“Um,” and the answer he gave was nonchalant.
“How was it last night, you had fun?”
The fact that the older didn’t give a proper answer to his question caused him to sigh. How could he not? Ohno went drinking with person who gave him camera as present, Okada-kun. The jealousy secretly was eating him alive, and he didn’t like it.
And that damn camera. He’s so throwing it away later when Ohno wasn’t looking.
“It was fun,” said Ohno, finally put his camera down and pecked Sho on the lips gently, feeling the warmth in their softness.
Sho smirked and felt suddenly excited, with a quick movement he pulled Ohno down on to the mattress, pinning him and was about to deepen their kiss when…
“Ah, it’s already lunch time! We’d better be hurry! Or we won’t make it in time!” saying something like that and pushing Sho away, causing Sho to curse a frustrated “Damn”.
“Why does it have to be today?” Sho whined.
“…ask Nino’s mama?” was his only suggestion to reply a sulking Sho.
It’s Nino’s birthday. Aiba had come up with a brilliant idea to give Nino a little surprise to celebrate his last day as a young man in his twenty as he’s turning thirty in less than twenty hours.
Sho and Ohno who had a day off were in charge in baking a birthday cake (Aiba insisted that hand-made cake was much more appreciated, and he wanted it to be special for the birthday boy), and apparently the idea of baking his own cake was kind of awakening the sleeping baker soul in Ohno, and Sho couldn’t say no when both of Aiba and Ohno giving their best puppy eyes to make him agree with the whole thing. Meanwhile, Jun had a lip balm CM shooting and would join them in the evening (and had promised them a very good wine and champagne). For Aiba, he had to make sure Nino didn’t have plan so, he brought Nino out for a baseball practice for their team. And that’s why, both Ohno and Sho had to get their lazy ass up, shop for the ingredients, and head to Aiba’s apartment.
“I wonder why Aiba gave you his apartment key,” Sho frowned.
“Don’t be jealous, Sho-kun. It’s only Aiba-chan.”
Well, Sho knew quite well that they wouldn’t do anything suspicious behind his back, but to know that Aiba trusted his lover so much was kind of bothering him. Partly because Ohno was his lover, and Aiba was his best friend. It seemed as if he was… left out. That kind of feeling.
It was already three when they arrived at Aiba’s apartment. They hurriedly made preparation to make Nino’s birthday cake.
“Satoshi-kun, what are you going to make?”
“An America-something cake I learnt when I had trip to…” Ohno decided not to finish his sentence.
Sho finished it for him instead, “…to London. With Jun?”
“Yeah…”
“Why would you learn how to make America-something cake of all things in London?” Sho remarked, quite amused at the endless uniqueness in his boyfriend he found every day.
Ohno smiled, as he poured all-purpose flour in to big bowl. He smelled at the scent, so nice.
And they began to bake. Sho helped Ohno melt the chocolate and Ohno made the dough, while they played with each other. Sho sometimes would put on some melted chocolate on Ohno’s cheek. Ohno would pout, but he laughed anyway.
Small kisses here and there. A quick glances every now and then. They could feel it, the love.
“Alright,” Ohno said as he closed the oven and set the timer for 40 minutes. “Now shall we clean up a bit and…”
Ohno stopped mid-way as his mouth was now met Sho’s, that tongue started to play a part as well. Sho pushed Ohno backwards until his back met the cold kitchen counter pretty hard, Sho noticed by Ohno’s hiss, must be painful…
“Sorry,” said Sho between the hot kisses.
Sho stopped for a moment to study Ohno’s face, whether the smaller guy wanted it or not, and he saw nothing but Ohno’s lustful eyes, and his slightly parted lips that now looked so pitiful from losing contact with Sho’s.
“Sho-kun…” Ohno said softly, clutching Sho’s shirt to pull him down for another round of kisses again. He complied, continuing his work. They had 40 minutes, after all.
Twenty minutes had passed, and their kissing was no longer innocent (it wasn’t though, from the very beginning). It only could be seen as a make-out session, now that Sho already pressed his thigh between Ohno’s legs, feeling the both of them with a hard-on.
Ohno moaned uncontrollably with Sho’s hands caressing every skin of his, playing with his nipples occasionally just to tease him. And Sho liked it when he deliberately touched Ohno’s lower part, just close enough to his member but didn’t give Ohno what he’s been craving for, Ohno would make such a beautiful face and incredibly sexy sound. Sho couldn’t get enough of him.
Ten minutes more until Nino’s cake was fully baked. But none of them seemed to care about it.
Not when something more important came up on the way.
But, now that Ohno thought about it…
“Sh-Sho-kyun,” Ohno called, somehow feeling ashamed at how he had a really hard time to find his normal voice. Just to get a breathy giggle from Sho who found it funny that Ohno couldn’t say his name properly.
Ohno, however, was surprisingly good at regaining his composure. He tried to give some senses in Sho’s mind, “We’re in Aiba’s kitchen.”
“Ah,” Sho pulled away from him, far enough to see their surrounding that, without mistake, not their apartment. Or so Ohno thought.
But Sho didn’t seem to get what Ohno meant, as he offered, “So, Aiba’s bedroom? How does it sound?”
Ah well, both were so aroused, and they still had time until either Jun or the baseball-mania pair to reach this place, right? They could clean up the mess later.
*
Sho buried himself against Ohno’s neck, biting the skin there lightly. They were sure there would be a visible love mark later. Ohno didn’t mind though, because Sho might be purposefully doing it. Sho was usually a cautious person, he didn’t want to cause Ohno trouble at work if the make-up artist found some hickie on his neck. And it wasn’t just his imagination that Sho was acting strangely recently. The reason was clear enough: his little reunion with Okada-kun, his little obsession in photography, a few days trip overseas with Jun, and the fact that he had Aiba’s apartment key, not to mention the birthday boy, Nino Freehand who didn’t seem to care about his relationship with Sho and still playing around, groping his butt and whatsoever. All of those started to get on Sho’s nerves and Ohno knew it more than anyone else.
“Turn around,” Sho said.
“Sho-kun, the lube-,” Ohno asked, when he felt Sho’s finger touch his opening.
“I didn’t bring it.”
Great. Just great. Now that they didn’t have lube with them, what should they do?
“Doesn’t Aiba keep some somewhere?” Ohno tried his luck, got off from the bed and checked Aiba’s bedside table.
“He isn’t gay, why would he have that kind of thing?”
“Who knows?”
“Come and get your little ass here already,” being impatient, Sho grabbed Ohno’s wrist and pushed him down against Aiba’s bed. He brushed Ohno’s lips gently with his thumb, asking Ohno to open up his mouth and welcome his fingers, “Lick them. Wet.”
Ohno complied, and let Sho’s three fingers enter his small mouth. He skillfully licked the three of them, circling his tongue while imagining it’s
Sho’s member inside his mouth.
Sho groaned at the sight under him. So damn hot he couldn’t wait anymore.
“Good, Satoshi. Now on your hands and knees. Hurry.”
Sho withdrew his fingers, and helped Ohno to position himself. It wasn’t long until he finished preparing Ohno, and he pushed himself inside the man he loved. The man he’d been craving for attention more than anything.
Sho thrust into him gently, giving him time to adjust with his length. He was barely prepared after all, and Sho didn’t want to hurt him in anyway. So Sho just took their sweet time, kissing some more to distract Ohno from the pain, and stroke Ohno’s neglected member to give him more pleasure.
It was when finally Ohno pushed backward in a timid thrust to meet Sho’s, that finally Sho changed the pace into a hard and fast one.
Aiba’s room was filled with the sound of dirty moans, and screams they couldn’t help but escape the back of their throat from the indescribable pleasure. And the fact that they were doing it in someone else’s bed was kind of thrilling (they realized that it wasn’t inappropriate but…) and thinking about that Aiba or whoever suddenly step inside this room, find them in this kind of situation, brought Sho to his limit.
He was close, and so was Ohno. He pumped Ohno faster, and pounded Ohno’s ass harder. His mind went blank, and he lost it when Ohno clenched his tight muscle around his length. He spilled his cum inside Ohno. As Sho regained his strength after riding on his orgasm, he brought Ohno's hand to continue stroking his member until reaching his own orgasm, unintentionally got Aiba’s sheet dirty with his cum.
“Aiba-chan will find out about his. I spilled on his bed.”
Ohno turned over to look at Sho, eyes were teary clearly from the guilt he had. Sho just chuckled and pinched his cheeks.
“You’re not allowed to be that cute after sex, Satoshi, or we’d ended up doing it again!” Sho complained.
“But, what do we do about this?”
“Rather than that, what about the cake?”
*
Jun finally came around five, and he helped putting on some decoration in the living room, a simple decoration of congratulatory words and some balloons. They couldn’t do much since Aiba’s mail came an hour later, telling them to get all ready because they’re in the middle of waiting the elevator.
Few minutes later, Aiba’s apartment door was opened and the three of them were standing on the genkan to welcome them. Ohno who’s bringing the America-something-(very)dark-chocolate-cake with candles on it, was the first to congratulate Nino.
“Happy Birthday, Nino-chan!” he exclaimed.
“What is this?? Arashi is so childish it’s scary!”
Aiba patted Nino’s back and pushed him in, “Don’t be like that. You should learn how to be honest at times like this. Ok?”
“You’re actually happy, aren’t you?” Jun teased Nino as the small man kicked his shoes off.
Unable to hide his smile, he took the cake from Ohno, and thanked them for the surprise birthday party.
The party was fun, and good wine Jun had brought really lightened the mood. They had a nice talk, about Nino, about Arashi, about 24 hour TV, and in between, Nino sometimes would mumble something like, “I’m grateful I’m in Arashi.”
And all of them honestly thought the same.
Omake
“Sho-kun, there’s a text from Aiba-chan,” Ohno announced.
“What does it say?”
“’Thanks for baking the cake, even though it’s a bit bitter, it’s still delish!
Oh, did you guys make the dough on my bed?
I found some dried sticky fluid on it. I have kitchen for that, you know?
Well, anyway, thanks for the hard work. Good night’
he said.”
“Ah, we’re lucky it’s Aiba’s bed we were performing on. I can’t imagine what if it’s Jun's or Nino's.”
“Uh, that’s kinda giving me ideas…”
“Satoshi, you’re little naughty- oh, mail. From Nino.
‘Don’t think I’m as stupid as Aiba.
How could you guys do that??
I’m disgusted!
Ps. is that why my birthday cake turned horrible??’,”
Sho and Ohno exchanged look.
The two of them had the same thoughts: Did Nino oversleep there?
Well, they could hear the detail tomorrow morning (and they went to sleep happily ever after).
END