Fake Boyfriend Service Ch. 1
Ohmiya. G. Crack and Fluff. Betaed by inaudible_d.
Ohno needed someone to pretend to be his boyfriend. Nino provides exactly what he needs. And he's a pro. Definitely a pro.
“Ninomiya Kazunari,” Ohno was startled by a stubby hand which was suddenly stretched right in front of him. He had been waiting, had been daydreaming, and it caught him off-guard that suddenly someone dragged him back into reality.
Ohno clasped his own hand on the stubby one and stood up to bow slightly, “Ohno Satoshi.”
The handshake was firm and confident. Ohno finally checked on the newcomer’s face after the contact and he was surprised that he wasn’t disappointed.
Ninomiya was bright and fine looking, just like what he had advertised.
Ninomiya seemed to notice Ohno’s change of expression and chuckled, “Like what you see?”
“Ah, yes,” Ohno answered immediately and realized belatedly how awkward it sounded, “Ah, no- Yes- I mean-”
Ninomiya laughed to it like he was used to that kind of response. Ohno felt the laughter was melting the slightly tense air and he laughed too, brushing off the awkwardness like it was nothing.
Ohno gestured to the seat across him, “Please, have a seat, Ninomiya san.”
“Nino, just call me Nino,” the obviously younger man said while taking his seat. He made himself comfortable before moving on to the business, “So, why do you need a stage boyfriend?”
Ohno was startled by the straightforwardness but it reminded him about the true purpose of this meet up. Nino made him felt like meeting an old friend and it was not what it was.
“My mom has been bugging me about marrying someone for a while already. She even arranged omiai and the like,” Ohno explained, “I think if I come up with a boyfriend on a family meeting she would finally give up.”
“Uhn, classic,” Nino nodded, “Are you actually a gay?”
“No,” Ohno answered immediately, “But if I come up with a girlfriend she would tell me to marry her immediately, so boyfriend it is.”
“Oh boy, I can sense problem if that’s how you do it,” Nino sighed, “But it’s not my problem so let’s proceed.”
Ohno nodded. He knew what kind of problem that Nino meant - his mother might disown him and the like - but he’s prepared to face it so he didn’t care. He sat straighter as Nino opened his little journal and started scribbling.
“How long have we been dating?” Nino started.
“Two years.”
“How did we meet for the first time?”
“You’re a model for my art exhibition back in Zurich,” Ohno felt confident because he had developed a foolproof story for this.
“Do we live together?”
“No.”
“Will we?”
“No.”
“Who am I?”
“A freelance model. A friend of my kouhai, perhaps? Aiba from music department. They don’t really know him but have heard about him a couple of times.”
“That will do,” Nino nodded, “My family?”
“None,” Ohno said, “You live alone and rarely talk about them.”
“Good, I can come up with a story if they insist,” Nino leaned back more comfortably before launching the next question calmly, “How far have we reached? Sex? Kiss? It’s been 2 years so I bet we’ve done sex, hm?”
Ohno cringed to the question, he felt uncomfortable, “How is that relevant?”
“I need to adjust my body language towards you according to that. So, have we had sexual intercourse or not?” Nino’s expression was so indifferent that it made Ohno wonder how often he did this.
“Yeah.”
“Is it wonderful?” Nino looked up from his journal for once.
“What?”
“The sex.”
“Huh?” Ohno gaped. Now he had images blinking in front of his eyes and it was so damn inappropriate.
Nino laughed, “Just kidding. Unless we have to fake-sex too, then it’s irrelevant.”
Ohno exhaled a long relieved breath that he didn’t realize he was holding and threw an annoyed look to Nino.
“You need to relax, we’re supposed to be dating,” Nino reasoned, “Okay, next. My personality?”
Ohno took a moment to ponder, then, “Keep it like this, it’s alright.”
Nino threw a meaningful smirk but he continued before Ohno could do anything about it, “Where do I live?”
“Where do you live?”
“Two blocks from here.”
“Two blocks from here, then.”
Nino quirked up one of his eyebrows and put down his journal, “Any other things that needs to be added?”
Ohno answered confidently, “None. Just- be yourself to lessen the lies? I’m not a chatty person so it would be understandable if I know little to nothing about your background.”
Nino nodded again. Then, he asked, “Are we happy?”
Ohno looked straight to Nino’s eyes and smirked, “Happy as fuck.”
Nino grinned back, stood up, and offered his hand to Ohno, “Then let’s do some warming up.”
“Hm?” Ohno looked questioningly.
“We need to get used to each other if we don’t want to get busted, so get up, take my hand, and walk me home,” Nino’s chuckle was softer and kinda sheepish compared to before.
Ohno, who found Nino’s words logical enough, stood up and awkwardly took Nino’s hand. It was surprisingly not uncomfortable when Nino laced their fingers and walked so close to him. It felt rather like walking with a friend when he was a kindergartener than walking with a stranger. The conversation flew naturally and they got to know each other just enough when they reached Nino’s apartment.
Nino turned to face him in front of the door, “So, is it alright? The warm up? Can we proceed with this pace and atmosphere?”
Ohno smiled, “You’re good.”
Nino shrugged, “I’m a professional.”
Ohno laughed. He checked his watch before staring at Nino again, “I’ll pick you up here Saturday at 5?”
“Yeah. What do I wear?”
“I’ll send you something later.”
“Fancy,” Nino teased.
“The payment-”
“As long as I can feast on your luxurious food and maybe bring home some, I’m good,” Nino cut, “I do receive tip, though.”
Ohno chuckled, “You’re odd.”
“I’m hungry,” Nino countered, “And I love the thrill.”
Ohno couldn’t really understand it but he nodded anyway. He was grateful that he picked Nino out of those endless advertisements because he did feel at ease around the slighter and he began to think that it would be so easy to pretend to be this guy’s boyfriend for a while.
Ohno stepped back, “Alright, see you on Saturday.”
“Ah,” Nino shouted like he just remembered something. He then stepped forward to Ohno and pecked Ohno’s cheek, “Good night, Oh chan.”
Ohno was stunned. His palm unconsciously reached his cheek.
“Oh, come on, don’t act like it’s your first kiss or something,” Nino chuckled, “Get used to it, we’re going to do it again Saturday.”
Ohno stayed frozen even when Nino eased himself inside his apartment and closed the door. He blinked once. Twice.
Come to think of it..
Yeah, it was his first kiss after a long, long while.
To be continued
Yeah, I know I have a lot of unfinished fics and yet I started a new one again.....
but littlebadlei gave the idea and asked me to write it and it's so fun and refreshing so I can't help it.
I already have three chapters betaed xD
I'll continue the other ones right after I'm settled. ♥
Ohno needed someone to pretend to be his boyfriend. Nino provides exactly what he needs. And he's a pro. Definitely a pro.
“Ninomiya Kazunari,” Ohno was startled by a stubby hand which was suddenly stretched right in front of him. He had been waiting, had been daydreaming, and it caught him off-guard that suddenly someone dragged him back into reality.
Ohno clasped his own hand on the stubby one and stood up to bow slightly, “Ohno Satoshi.”
The handshake was firm and confident. Ohno finally checked on the newcomer’s face after the contact and he was surprised that he wasn’t disappointed.
Ninomiya was bright and fine looking, just like what he had advertised.
Ninomiya seemed to notice Ohno’s change of expression and chuckled, “Like what you see?”
“Ah, yes,” Ohno answered immediately and realized belatedly how awkward it sounded, “Ah, no- Yes- I mean-”
Ninomiya laughed to it like he was used to that kind of response. Ohno felt the laughter was melting the slightly tense air and he laughed too, brushing off the awkwardness like it was nothing.
Ohno gestured to the seat across him, “Please, have a seat, Ninomiya san.”
“Nino, just call me Nino,” the obviously younger man said while taking his seat. He made himself comfortable before moving on to the business, “So, why do you need a stage boyfriend?”
Ohno was startled by the straightforwardness but it reminded him about the true purpose of this meet up. Nino made him felt like meeting an old friend and it was not what it was.
“My mom has been bugging me about marrying someone for a while already. She even arranged omiai and the like,” Ohno explained, “I think if I come up with a boyfriend on a family meeting she would finally give up.”
“Uhn, classic,” Nino nodded, “Are you actually a gay?”
“No,” Ohno answered immediately, “But if I come up with a girlfriend she would tell me to marry her immediately, so boyfriend it is.”
“Oh boy, I can sense problem if that’s how you do it,” Nino sighed, “But it’s not my problem so let’s proceed.”
Ohno nodded. He knew what kind of problem that Nino meant - his mother might disown him and the like - but he’s prepared to face it so he didn’t care. He sat straighter as Nino opened his little journal and started scribbling.
“How long have we been dating?” Nino started.
“Two years.”
“How did we meet for the first time?”
“You’re a model for my art exhibition back in Zurich,” Ohno felt confident because he had developed a foolproof story for this.
“Do we live together?”
“No.”
“Will we?”
“No.”
“Who am I?”
“A freelance model. A friend of my kouhai, perhaps? Aiba from music department. They don’t really know him but have heard about him a couple of times.”
“That will do,” Nino nodded, “My family?”
“None,” Ohno said, “You live alone and rarely talk about them.”
“Good, I can come up with a story if they insist,” Nino leaned back more comfortably before launching the next question calmly, “How far have we reached? Sex? Kiss? It’s been 2 years so I bet we’ve done sex, hm?”
Ohno cringed to the question, he felt uncomfortable, “How is that relevant?”
“I need to adjust my body language towards you according to that. So, have we had sexual intercourse or not?” Nino’s expression was so indifferent that it made Ohno wonder how often he did this.
“Yeah.”
“Is it wonderful?” Nino looked up from his journal for once.
“What?”
“The sex.”
“Huh?” Ohno gaped. Now he had images blinking in front of his eyes and it was so damn inappropriate.
Nino laughed, “Just kidding. Unless we have to fake-sex too, then it’s irrelevant.”
Ohno exhaled a long relieved breath that he didn’t realize he was holding and threw an annoyed look to Nino.
“You need to relax, we’re supposed to be dating,” Nino reasoned, “Okay, next. My personality?”
Ohno took a moment to ponder, then, “Keep it like this, it’s alright.”
Nino threw a meaningful smirk but he continued before Ohno could do anything about it, “Where do I live?”
“Where do you live?”
“Two blocks from here.”
“Two blocks from here, then.”
Nino quirked up one of his eyebrows and put down his journal, “Any other things that needs to be added?”
Ohno answered confidently, “None. Just- be yourself to lessen the lies? I’m not a chatty person so it would be understandable if I know little to nothing about your background.”
Nino nodded again. Then, he asked, “Are we happy?”
Ohno looked straight to Nino’s eyes and smirked, “Happy as fuck.”
Nino grinned back, stood up, and offered his hand to Ohno, “Then let’s do some warming up.”
“Hm?” Ohno looked questioningly.
“We need to get used to each other if we don’t want to get busted, so get up, take my hand, and walk me home,” Nino’s chuckle was softer and kinda sheepish compared to before.
Ohno, who found Nino’s words logical enough, stood up and awkwardly took Nino’s hand. It was surprisingly not uncomfortable when Nino laced their fingers and walked so close to him. It felt rather like walking with a friend when he was a kindergartener than walking with a stranger. The conversation flew naturally and they got to know each other just enough when they reached Nino’s apartment.
Nino turned to face him in front of the door, “So, is it alright? The warm up? Can we proceed with this pace and atmosphere?”
Ohno smiled, “You’re good.”
Nino shrugged, “I’m a professional.”
Ohno laughed. He checked his watch before staring at Nino again, “I’ll pick you up here Saturday at 5?”
“Yeah. What do I wear?”
“I’ll send you something later.”
“Fancy,” Nino teased.
“The payment-”
“As long as I can feast on your luxurious food and maybe bring home some, I’m good,” Nino cut, “I do receive tip, though.”
Ohno chuckled, “You’re odd.”
“I’m hungry,” Nino countered, “And I love the thrill.”
Ohno couldn’t really understand it but he nodded anyway. He was grateful that he picked Nino out of those endless advertisements because he did feel at ease around the slighter and he began to think that it would be so easy to pretend to be this guy’s boyfriend for a while.
Ohno stepped back, “Alright, see you on Saturday.”
“Ah,” Nino shouted like he just remembered something. He then stepped forward to Ohno and pecked Ohno’s cheek, “Good night, Oh chan.”
Ohno was stunned. His palm unconsciously reached his cheek.
“Oh, come on, don’t act like it’s your first kiss or something,” Nino chuckled, “Get used to it, we’re going to do it again Saturday.”
Ohno stayed frozen even when Nino eased himself inside his apartment and closed the door. He blinked once. Twice.
Come to think of it..
Yeah, it was his first kiss after a long, long while.
To be continued
Yeah, I know I have a lot of unfinished fics and yet I started a new one again.....
but littlebadlei gave the idea and asked me to write it and it's so fun and refreshing so I can't help it.
I already have three chapters betaed xD
I'll continue the other ones right after I'm settled. ♥