Extracurricular Activities
Title:Extracurricular Activities- Part 2
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jun/Ohno/Aiba, Sho/Nino, (mention of Everyone/Sho)
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: In which Art Club goes on a school trip and studies. Very hard. Sequel to After School.
Part 1
“P-please,” he said weakly, his eyes already half closed, his hands still on Nino’s hips but with absolutely no strength left in them.
There was a sound of soft whispering over head, and Nino leaned forward to pat his cheek, eventually wiping some of the sweat from his face before he finally let Sho slide out of him, obviously liking the feeling of them joined together far too much.
Once the weight on top of him was gone, Sho began twitching, the vibrator still torturing him, sending signals through his nerves continuously, keeping him from recovering at all or even thinking properly.
But within a second it was gently pulled out of him and he finally took a deep breath of relief, letting his eyes close all the way and allowing energy to slowly flow back into him.
“Sho-chan? Are you okay?” Nino asked quietly, his small hand running across his forehead again as he concentrated on just breathing and not thinking about how embarrassed he was right now.
“Was it too much?” came Ohno’s soft voice on his other side, and there was another soft touch on his cheek.
“I’m… okay,” Sho replied weakly, forcing his eyes open and managing a small smile at the two of them, “I just need a minute to rest.”
He really did hope that was all it would take, but for that to be only the second time he’d had sex it was pretty… intense. Sho wondered what he had to look forward to from now on, although, in retrospect, he was happy that it hadn’t been Aiba inside of him after all, as he probably wouldn’t have been able to deal with the extra intensity.
After a few more breaths Sho’s head was being gently lifted on both sides and a small pillow was pushed underneath it, Aiba’s guilty face retreating as soon as Sho managed to look up at him. Nino was right up next to him, almost cradling his head in his lap (still completely naked), and Ohno was still leaning over him with a worried expression (which was only noted by the slight furrow of his brows).
“Do you want some water?” he asked slowly, the two of them continuing to massage his face and shoulders.
Sho thought he was in heaven.
“N-no, Satoshi-kun, I’m fine,” he managed to stutter back, and Nino didn’t even look jealous this time, just brushed a few of his fingers through Sho’s damp hair and whispered that he had done a good job and that everything had been so sexy.
He blushed again, and returned Ohno’s grin, the one that made his eyes crinkle closed, and slowly turned his head into Nino’s legs affectionately, the other hand somehow finding Ohno’s and threading them together.
Obviously caught up in the moment, the older boy came closer, resting his forehead awkwardly against Sho’s brow and all it would take was turning and tilting his chin up and they would be kissing-
Of course as soon as he thought that, Jun cleared his throat and Ohno pulled away automatically, looking back at him to see what was wrong and Sho cursed the younger man’s innate ability to cock block him.
In a brief moment of hot-headed passion, Sho sat up, although he had been enjoying his time between the two boys, and shakily stood, wobbling the two steps it took him to get to Jun and then somehow managed to pull him across the room, his yukata still hanging off of his shoulders, although it didn’t hide anything in the front. But that was a secondary concern right now, because he had worked up a bit of courage in his daze, and the fact that Ohno had made the first move gave him a sliver of strength.
“Just let me kiss him,” he begged, the two of them turned away from the other three who were watching them curiously. “Just a kiss, that’s all I’m asking.” His voice was hoarse and low, but it didn’t waver and even had an edge of authority, because as scared as Sho was of Jun, he was still several years old than him, and technically his sempai even though they had basically gotten rid of that hierarchy within the club.
Jun’s slightly irritated expression fell into a smirk, although he still looked almost pissed off at the subject being addressed so directly.
“I don’t think so.”
“Look,” Sho continued, desperate at the all too casual answer. “I’ll do whatever you want for the rest of the year.” That was all he could offer, since he’d be graduating along with Ohno and their current art club would be broken apart. “I won’t resist you at all, so just let me kiss him!”
Jun seemed to consider this with a more serious expression, although his eyes were gleaming with satisfaction, and after a few seconds he conceded. “If you do anything else without my permission I’ll make your life a living hell,” came the warning, and when Sho avidly nodded, Jun turned back to the others and said in a loud voice, “Sho says he wants to kiss me!”
His mouth fell open in shock, wondering if he’d just been tricked, and Nino, of course, looked affronted. He tried to mouth to him that he hadn’t said that, but before he could, Jun had turned back to him and firmly pressed their lips together.
The tongue didn’t hesitate to go into his mouth, and although it wasn’t as suffocating as Aiba’s had been, Sho knew that he was being dominated, like Jun had pushed him down on the floor and fucked him again, taking everything he wanted and leaving nothing behind.
It was over dizzyingly quickly, the intense impression fading away to leave only the flutter of his heart. But Jun’s arm was wrapped tightly around his waist, aligning their bodies, so Sho knew he hadn’t just imagined all of that.
With another smirk, Jun winked at his red face and was polite enough to continue to support him as Sho backed out of his grip, his legs wobbling just as badly as if he’d walked for the first time.
And then Aiba was there with a huge grin. “I want to kiss Sho-chan too!”
Before anyone could stop him he collected Sho’s quivering body into his arms and kissed him for the second time that day, eating him just as thoroughly as he had the first time, skillfully running his tongue across all of his teeth and overwhelming him enough to make breathing a desperate task.
That kiss ended somewhat quickly too, though, and it was Jun that was pulling Aiba back with an amused, but reprimanding expression, smacking him lightly on the head.
“Nino’ll kill you.” All three of them looked across the room to where the smaller boy was indeed shooting daggers at all of them with his eyes. “But it’s only fair that Ohno gets a turn too,” he added with a sigh and Sho looked at him in slight surprise. He really had though he’d been completely used again.
Ohno stood up slowly with wide eyes and Sho turned to him shyly, hearing Jun chuckle under his breath. Allowing another two seconds with his hands on Aiba’s shoulders to help him relax, he finally stepped towards the older boy, realizing that his yukata was still open to reveal his chest and half hard cock.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Ohno offered in a soft voice as they met, his face tilted up a little to look into Sho’s eyes.
“No, it’s okay,” was all he could come up with, although a love confession was sitting on the tip of his tongue.
Ohno placed his hands on his shoulders lightly and closed his eyes as he waited for Sho to lean down and kiss him, which he did with a racing heartbeat.
Unlike Jun and Aiba, Ohno took it slowly, and the two of them felt each others’ lips before gradually opening their mouths simultaneously. Sho had to make the first move after that, carefully nudging Ohno’s upper lip with his tongue, and following a slight hesitation he could feel the older boy’s own reaching for his.
Ohno let out a muffled mph when Sho slipped his tongue in farther, but slid against it as Sho explored the inside of his mouth, memorizing everything as he figured this was his only chance.
And, far too soon, there was a tug on the back of his collar which became much rougher when he didn’t pull away immediately.
“That’s enough,” Jun warned right next to his ear, and Sho gasped for breath, staring at how flushed Satoshi had become, the shorter boy turning away slightly to hide his expressions. Sho’s hands had firmly attached themselves to his waist and he was pressing his hips into Ohno’s waist. When he realized that he immediately pulled away, finally covering himself with his yukata again and avoiding Nino’s gaze when he stood right in front of him with folded arms, taking Ohno’s place as Aiba pulled the club leader over for a kiss of his own.
“Now what do I get for letting you kiss my Sho-chan?” he asked, although he was looking directly at Sho with a slight frown. But it wasn’t surprising that he was trying to turn the situation around to get something out of it for himself, even though suddenly Sho didn’t really like the idea of Nino getting ravaged by anyone other than him (and maybe Ohno if Ohno was into that).
With a huff, Nino turned away from Sho and to Jun, ready to press the matter when he didn’t get an instant response, but Jun just smirked at him.
“You get to take pictures of us now,” he replied, indicating Aiba and Ohno who were locked in a heated kiss, the taller boy already undoing the obi around Ohno’s waist. “Because I’m certainly not trusting Sakurai with my camera.”
“What about my video camera? I can’t do both,” he shot back.
“Make him do it,” Jun suggested seriously, nodding to Sho who was staring at the two of them stupidly. “He’s not touching my camera.”
Nino clicked his tongue in frustration, then turned back to Sho, this time sizing him up, trying to decide whether he would break it just by holding it or not.
“Well… I can understand Jun’s worry,” he started, rubbing his chin. “That’s a touchy camera, and worth a lot anyway. I’m surprised he’s even willing to let me use it.”
A subdued moan was heard from the intertwined couple, and Nino spared them a quick look as Jun approached them with irritation, chiding them for starting when the rest of them weren’t ready.
“So, it’s either no video at all or trusting you, Sho-chan. What will it be? If you break it, you buy it,” he continued warningly, meeting his eyes again.
And Sho wasn’t sure what to say. It was true that he was a failure at times, but he had his own computer at home and had never broken any of his friends’ game consoles, and could work a blender occasionally in cooking class, so maybe electronics were a moderately safe territory? If it was Jun’s camera he’d say no right away too, but Nino’s camcorder only required pushing one button right?
Plus, he really wanted to see the whole thing up close this time.
“I won’t break it,” he squeaked out, gripping the yukata that was still not securely around him. “I promise.”
“You’ll buy it,” Nino warned again, but turned away and Sho suddenly realized as his line of sight immediately went to his ass that he had been very intimidated about the whole thing despite the younger boy’s complete lack of clothing.
While Nino retrieved the video camera from where Aiba had left it closed on the floor near the wall, Sho went for his obi, kicking his underwear towards his bag to put away later. He haphazardly secured the thing around his waist, fixing what he could, and was ready by the time Nino was finished adjusting whatever he was on his precious machine. After a short explanation (“This is the record button. Push once to record, and again to stop. If it’s flashing it’s on. Even a five year old can do this.”), Nino placed both hands on the side of his head as Sho gingerly held the camera and forced their eyes to meet.
After an intense three seconds, he asked, “Nino…?”
“I love you.”
He almost dropped the camera, especially when Nino leaned forward and kissed him passionately, obviously still a little jealous and wanting to mark his territory, and Sho let him, squeezing the camcorder between his hands and knowing that he would never escape from Nino and would never want to. He just wished Nino was better at sharing, although on the flip side, maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
Pulling away just as quickly, Nino turned back to the others, who were halfway undressed now, and said, “We’re ready!” leaving a stunned Sho behind him.
Jun did the same, carefully handing Nino his classic camera, giving him a few warning, and explaining one or two things, but it was obvious that Nino already knew how it worked and placed the strap around his neck like a professional, snapping one picture of Jun looking slightly disgruntled before he saluted him and backed away.
With a simple roll of the eyes, Jun began pulling at his obi and turned back to the other two, Aiba who was already completely naked, and Ohno, whose yukata was slipping off of his shoulders slowly and sexily.
Sho finally raised the video camera and began recording, the red blinking light a comfort there in the corner. He watched the screen, much like Aiba had done with him and Nino earlier, and it was twice as erotic as watching them in person, like he was seeing something he wasn’t supposed to.
Jun was naked now and stepped into the frame, coming up behind Ohno and pressing himself against his back, his perfectly shaped ass the focus of the scene for a few seconds before Sho slowly started moving closer to where Nino was taking pictures of Ohno past Aiba’s shoulder. Jun attached his lips to Ohno’s bare neck, one of his hands running through Aiba’s hair as he kissed the older boy, while the other one began pulling at his obi, dropping it to the floor after a few seconds.
Ohno let out a delightfully sinful moan as Aiba released his lips and Sho came closer to make sure the sound was being caught properly. He couldn’t see any of their lower halves anymore, but their expressions were more than enough to convey the situation.
“How’re we going to do it this time, Jun-chan? Can I fuck him?” Aiba asked hopefully, but Jun pulled his hair a little and caused him to whine.
“You got to last time, didn’t you? You’re so selfish, Masaki,” Jun chided darkly, and Sho was right next to Nino now, capturing Jun’s hot expression as he rested his head on Ohno’s shoulder, the older boy’s eyes shining with want as he stared at Aiba.
Sho wondered if the last time they had had sex was when Nino and he had spied on them in the art room, and if that was the case, how Jun and Aiba managed to hold out for so long with a muse like Ohno at their disposal.
“What do you want, Oh-chan?” Jun asked in the same tone despite the endearing nickname. “Do you want us to fuck you one after another…? Or do you want to suck off Masaki while I’m inside of you?”
Ohno obviously shivered at the question and Jun leaned down to kiss his temple as he waited for an answer, still holding Aiba’s hair tightly enough that he couldn’t break in again to influence the decision.
As he mumble his answer a moment later, Sho stepped closer, focusing on Ohno’s face and where Jun’s was nestled right up next to it.
“What was that?” Jun whispered against his cheek and Ohno’s eyes fluttered shut.
In a tiny voice he said, “I want to… suck him off,” and Sho hoped the camera recorded those six erotic words properly.
“See? I told you he likes us to do him together,” Jun smiled at Aiba and let go of his hair, rubbing his cheek apologetically, and Aiba was staring at Ohno with wide eyes, as if he was still processing what he’d just heard.
“Do you really?” Aiba asked reverently as Jun backed away to resituate the space that they had used to film Sho, out of the camera’s screen now, leaving the other two as their foreheads touched, their emotions streaming back and forth between their eyes almost tangibly.
“Y-yes,” Ohno admitted with a squeak, grasping onto Aiba’s neck hard, his yukata hanging off of his arms and halfway down his back. Of course Aiba pulled him against him roughly with a huge grin and planted quick kisses all over his face, mumbling about how much he liked Oh-chan.
“Okay, come on!” Jun called, and Sho followed them with the camera lens as the two of them immediately responded and went to him, Aiba pulling off Ohno’s yukata the rest of the way and leaving it on the floor.
Jun had propped the pillow up against the wall and was leaning against it, his legs planted on the ground, wide open. No matter how sneaky he tried to be, Sho didn’t miss the fact that Nino took a quick shot of the position, working the camera just as quickly and expertly as the original owner had.
Without any more directions, Ohno knelt down in front of him and leaned in for a kiss (Sho followed his actions to make sure he got a proper angle that was close enough), and Aiba found the bottle of discarded lube, coating his hands just as he had before.
Although Jun’s tongue circling around Ohno’s halfway outside of their mouths was erotically tempting, Sho opted to film Aiba’s fingers as they lifted Ohno’s hips and parted his ass cheeks, wondering if this is what it was like when he had been filmed earlier. As the first finger easily slid inside of him, Aiba leaned down to lick the skin on his lower back, turning his head slightly to look right into the camera lens and catching Sho off guard with the seductive way his eyes burned into the screen.
He was torn once again as Ohno moaned, wondering how in the world he could film both what was happening down here and Ohno’s facial reactions, but he had already chosen his subject and knew he shouldn’t move back and forth too much, or else Nino would reprimand him for a bad video. So instead he turned to look, carefully holding the camera in place, and saw Ohno’s eyes scrunched closed as his fingers dug into Jun’s shoulders, the younger boy pulling at his nipples. In an attempt to capture both what Aiba was doing and those movements, he backed away a little and rotated so that he was almost but not quite directly behind Ohno.
And ran into Nino, who was right up next to Aiba’s finger’s in Ohno’s ass.
“Sho-chan!” he grumbled. “You messed up my shot!”
He quietly apologized and touched Nino lightly on the back to emphasize his words, but realized that Nino was still naked and that, if his touch lingered for too long, his erection was going to reach the point of no return other than coming again, and he wasn’t sure he body could handle that right now.
Taking a step away, he couldn’t help but film Nino in his awkward position, half on the floor himself with his ass sticking up quite nicely so that Sho could see where some residual pinkness stayed, both from his cock and his hands during their round of sex.
But Ohno moaned again as another finger went inside, so he slid closer to Aiba, who moved to accommodate him, and filmed the lewd way that he was fucking the older boy, in bursts of quick movements that went all the way inside and then back out, then slowing down and spreading the fingers wide, drawing impatient whines from Ohno.
“Okay,” Jun broke in, his own voice airy and aroused, “That’s enough. Let’s give them a better show.” He chuckled, pecking Ohno on the lips one more time before he forced him up on his knees, turning him around.
It took a moment for them to settle the awkward position, Aiba backing away to stand next to Sho (he looked over and noticed that Aiba’s cock was wet with need and sticking out just a badly as Ohno’s), but eventually Ohno managed to straddle Jun backwards, his feet pushed against the wall and Jun gasping onto his hips from behind, his cock peeking out from between Ohno’s legs.
“Better get in for that close up, Sakurai,” Jun chuckled with a side glance at him, pressing his chest into Ohno’s back so that he could kiss Ohno’s neck and shoulders lightly.
Sho followed the vague directions, though, as Jun guided Ohno and then held his own cock while he slowly lowered himself with a fantastically erotic sigh.
In the end he ended up completely on the floor between Jun’s feet, capturing Ohno opening up to take Jun inside of him, plus a close up of Ohno’s own erection, and Sho was completely hard now, his own cock probably rivaling Aiba’s, especially after another squeaking noise from above him.
“You can do it, right?” Jun asked aloud, most likely to Ohno as he continued to slip down, his legs parting a little on either side in an obviously flexible position. “Fuck yourself on my cock while sucking Aiba-chan?” Sho glanced up to see Jun whispering as close to Ohno’s ear as he could manage.
He nodded once, holding back his excitement and reaction to being completely filled, and immediately Aiba came forward, his legs wide on either side of the mess of bodies and directly above Sho, bending his knees slightly so that he was at the right height for Ohno’s mouth.
Although his camera was still pointed at the cock now hidden inside of Ohno, his eyes were stuck on the way that Ohno’s lips wrapped around the erection in front of him, hungry and anxious and eager.
This really needed to be captured, but he couldn’t get up easily now that Aiba was standing over him, so instead he tentatively rolled in place onto his back, his hair brushing Jun’s legs, and pointed the lens up.
The screen was filled with the underside of Ohno’s chin on one side, his cheeks puffed out and Aiba’s cock already halfway inside, and Aiba’s face was slightly out of focus above them, although not enough to lose the expressions of pleasure filtering across his features, mostly his lips.
And then Jun or Ohno started moving and the whole set up was put into motion, the smallest body jerking up so that his nipples were on the screen, then back down so that they disappeared again, one hand around Aiba’s cock while his tongue worked the head openly, then slipped it back into his mouth as if he’d done this a million times before.
“Uh,” Aiba gasped, “Uh, Oh-chan, that’s good,” he said, throwing his head back for a second and thrusting just a little bit himself, pushing in slightly more than halfway without any problems.
Their voices were too loud to hear the photo snaps, and Nino too sneaky, but he came onto the screen for just a second, capturing a shot of Sho beneath the scene above him, and it was obvious he was taking just as many pictures as Jun had.
The second Nino was gone, Jun’s hair came in for a bit as he sucked on Ohno’s skin, and the action caused Ohno to give a muffled moan, already receiving so many sensations, and after another second, Jun’s legs came in closer to Sho’s body, giving him more leverage to thrust up and jolting the video camera a bit in the process.
“Yeah, fuck him Jun, fuck him so good, he likes that, he likes us doing him together,” Aiba chanted as he watched the two of them, and Ohno moaned again, making Sho wish he could see his expressions a little clearer from his position. He tried the push himself up a bit, but there was only so much room and the only thing it really did was bring Aiba’s cock into sharper focus, so he gave up and laid back down again, trying to keep the camera as close to his body as he could in order to get a wider angle.
Keeping it cradled right there, Sho instead craned his neck to watch everything himself, and out of the corner of his eye he could see Jun thrusting in and out of Ohno, deeply and as quickly as their position allowed, his hands tight on the older boy’s waist.
Aiba, meanwhile, had leaned one hand on the wall to support himself, the other one alternating between stroking Ohno’s cheek and pulling his hair gently, also thrusting himself instead of letting Ohno do the work, but the mouth was open wide for him and he didn’t do anything but moan when Aiba started pressing in farther and farther with each thrust.
“Mmm, fuck,” he moaned again, staring at the way Ohno was letting him fuck his mouth, “I’m going to come, fuck Oh-chan, I’m going to come in your mouth, okay? You like it when we do you together,” he groaned, then closed his eyes as his hips sped up, no doubt hitting the back of Ohno’s throat each time, but he let him, grasping onto Aiba’s hip for support. When he came, it was only halfway in Ohno’s mouth because he pulled out for the last spurts, jerking off and planting the rest of it on Ohno’s face.
Sho was mortified and realized the poor choice of position when a badly aimed portion fell off and landed on his forehead.
But it was too late, and the second Aiba pulled away, Jun was fucking Ohno like they had both been injected with aphrodisiacs, making Ohno create all sorts of noises, a mixture of moans and yells and names, and then Jun began stroking him as Ohno actively impaled himself, whispering about the taste of Aiba’s cum and how much of a slut Ohno was for the two of them.
And he came only a few seconds after Aiba had, before Sho could do anything, but this time instead of just a drop, Ohno came directly on Sho’s face and upper chest, barely barely missing the camera (Sho would thank god for this later).
It was only by pure chance of him automatically turning over to find something to clean up with that Sho caught the way Jun stiffened as he came, and he ended up staring at the screen as Jun pumped into him several times, riding out his orgasm.
It was all still after that, Sho not doing anything but watching Ohno’s trembling thighs and softened dick on that video screen, and he waited until Ohno softly complained about his legs and Aiba helped him up, also capturing Jun’s cock sliding out of him, slick with come and lube, and the way it slowly dropped to the floor.
When he finally looked up, Jun’s eyes were sparkling down at him in satisfaction once more, and with a smirk he said, “There’s come on your face, Sakurai.”
Sho finally remembered about that and stood up, picking up the camera with him, although he ended up getting distracted by filming Nino as he considerately helped clean up Ohno, who was being held by Aiba. Somehow he was really starting to understand this art thing, about how beautiful a ravaged Ohno looked, and how bright Masaki was with his afterglow… And even Jun and his controlling personality was artistic in its own way. Not to mention Nino who was still naked and walking around like a Grecian God who owned the place…
He caught the last of Nino’s amused expression in the video camera before the younger boy pulled it out of his hand, then turned it back on him and Sho turned completely red, diving for his bag to pull out something to clean his face off with.
They took a few minutes to clean up and get situated before Nino announced, “We still have twenty minutes of ‘Japanese aesthetic’ left, so I say we take a nap. After that we’ll have lunch.”
Sho eyes widened in realization and he pulled the schedule out of Nino’s hands, and Nino let him, obviously reading the expression on Sho’s face word for word.
They had three more workshops listed for today and two for tomorrow, the most worrisome of which was the inspirational workshop listed as “The Art of Knots.”
“You’re the model remember,” Nino grinned with a pat on the ass before he forced Sho’s arms around him and tackled him to the floor.
“There’s just one thing we need to talk about before you two get all cozy,” Jun cut in casually, his camera back in hand, double checking the state it was in.
Sho thought it would probably be something to do with his poor performance or modeling skills, or even maybe that he had been too close with the camera during the whole thing, but much to his surprise he brought up something completely different.
“Ohno told me on the bus that you asked him to move out with you after you graduate,” he continued with a raised brow, gently putting his camera down and piercing Sho with an irritated gaze.
Sho swallowed and avoided Nino’s completely surprised stare in turn.
“I did.”
“What makes you think we’re going to allow that?” Jun’s aura darkened, and it was plain that he was talking about him, Aiba, and Nino, not necessarily Ohno.
“Listen,” Sho started slowly, holding Nino against him tightly when he tried to pull away. “It’s not what you think. I don’t have any ulterior motives.”
Jun and Nino scoffed at that simultaneously, but Sho met Jun’s stare head on and tried to convey his honesty.
“What are your motives, then, Sakurai?”
Of course Sho would love to live with Ohno, and not only because of his crush. He had found out that Ohno was going to go to art school for a year or two before finding a job, and that his school happened to be close to Sho’s college of choice (well, actually not, but Sho didn’t mind commuting!).
“We only have until the end of the year like this,” he explained, his voice changing into melancholy, and although it was the first time they’d ever done anything together, Sho knew there was a lot ahead of them and wanted to treasure this group for as long as he could. Jun was giving him a suddenly compassionate look, but he continued anyway. “I just wanted to keep this, somehow.”
The room grew silent, Aiba’s eyebrows furrowing, Nino not meeting his gaze and Ohno smiling sleepily, knowingly.
“I-I d-don’t,” he tried, suddenly flustered by what he was about to admit, “I don’t want to keep Ohno all to myself, o-okay? If we have an apartment together you guys can come over after school and it’ll be private and we don’t have to worry about someone walking in on us or about Ogura-sensei who doesn’t actually show up but could at any time, or who forgot to bring what or how often we’re doing this or-“ Sho had run out of breath, his face completely red, and finally Nino relaxed in his grip, leaning against his chest again and trying to hide his pleased expression.
Jun tried to keep his warning look in place, but it was obvious his mood had broken, and he shrugged. “We’ll talk about it later, okay? We still have until the end of the year.”
Sho nodded, realizing that he was ahead of himself, but that was just the way he was, always planning, always troubleshooting and thinking about what could go wrong. But at least Ohno seemed to be on his side for this one, and if he was, somehow he knew Jun and Aiba would give in eventually.
Now he just needed to work on Nino, although he thought that wouldn’t be as hard as it seemed.
“You mean Sho-chan wants to get an apartment so we can have sex there?” Aiba asked happily, looking to Jun for confirmation. “He’s more of a pervert than I thought!”
Jun smacked him on the back of the head and Nino called him an idiot, but both were lacking their usual sting as the group finished situating themselves for a giant group nap.
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(They were unexpectedly confronted by Ogura-sensei on the return bus trip, and Sho was once again flabbergasted to find that each of the members had something to show him... He wasn't sure when they had had time to do anything but fool around, but there was artistic proof that they had done something and Sho was somehow excused with the assumption that he had spent the whole weekend keeping the other students in line... which was true, as long as that only meant keeping them to their rooms.)
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A/N:Finally posted it! Fhew~ Sorry for the wait. ^__^;
I managed to write this in a hormonal rage one day about a month ago, but I think I might be stepping away from the NC-17 genre for a little while... I apologize. m(__)m But then again, whatever comes to me, comes. We'll see. As for this story, what do you think? I threw in a few more pairings here and there this time, and ended in with more of a conclusion than before, so I hope you don't mind!
By the way, I'm going to be gone for 2 weeks because I'm participating in an exchange program as a chaperon! Yay~ I won't be posting anything in that time period (most likely) but I might find some motivation to write (as I generally do it to de-stress). I'm wondering if anyone is interested in doing a trade of some sort? Either fic for fic, or even fanart. <3~ Let me know!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jun/Ohno/Aiba, Sho/Nino, (mention of Everyone/Sho)
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: In which Art Club goes on a school trip and studies. Very hard. Sequel to After School.
Part 1
“P-please,” he said weakly, his eyes already half closed, his hands still on Nino’s hips but with absolutely no strength left in them.
There was a sound of soft whispering over head, and Nino leaned forward to pat his cheek, eventually wiping some of the sweat from his face before he finally let Sho slide out of him, obviously liking the feeling of them joined together far too much.
Once the weight on top of him was gone, Sho began twitching, the vibrator still torturing him, sending signals through his nerves continuously, keeping him from recovering at all or even thinking properly.
But within a second it was gently pulled out of him and he finally took a deep breath of relief, letting his eyes close all the way and allowing energy to slowly flow back into him.
“Sho-chan? Are you okay?” Nino asked quietly, his small hand running across his forehead again as he concentrated on just breathing and not thinking about how embarrassed he was right now.
“Was it too much?” came Ohno’s soft voice on his other side, and there was another soft touch on his cheek.
“I’m… okay,” Sho replied weakly, forcing his eyes open and managing a small smile at the two of them, “I just need a minute to rest.”
He really did hope that was all it would take, but for that to be only the second time he’d had sex it was pretty… intense. Sho wondered what he had to look forward to from now on, although, in retrospect, he was happy that it hadn’t been Aiba inside of him after all, as he probably wouldn’t have been able to deal with the extra intensity.
After a few more breaths Sho’s head was being gently lifted on both sides and a small pillow was pushed underneath it, Aiba’s guilty face retreating as soon as Sho managed to look up at him. Nino was right up next to him, almost cradling his head in his lap (still completely naked), and Ohno was still leaning over him with a worried expression (which was only noted by the slight furrow of his brows).
“Do you want some water?” he asked slowly, the two of them continuing to massage his face and shoulders.
Sho thought he was in heaven.
“N-no, Satoshi-kun, I’m fine,” he managed to stutter back, and Nino didn’t even look jealous this time, just brushed a few of his fingers through Sho’s damp hair and whispered that he had done a good job and that everything had been so sexy.
He blushed again, and returned Ohno’s grin, the one that made his eyes crinkle closed, and slowly turned his head into Nino’s legs affectionately, the other hand somehow finding Ohno’s and threading them together.
Obviously caught up in the moment, the older boy came closer, resting his forehead awkwardly against Sho’s brow and all it would take was turning and tilting his chin up and they would be kissing-
Of course as soon as he thought that, Jun cleared his throat and Ohno pulled away automatically, looking back at him to see what was wrong and Sho cursed the younger man’s innate ability to cock block him.
In a brief moment of hot-headed passion, Sho sat up, although he had been enjoying his time between the two boys, and shakily stood, wobbling the two steps it took him to get to Jun and then somehow managed to pull him across the room, his yukata still hanging off of his shoulders, although it didn’t hide anything in the front. But that was a secondary concern right now, because he had worked up a bit of courage in his daze, and the fact that Ohno had made the first move gave him a sliver of strength.
“Just let me kiss him,” he begged, the two of them turned away from the other three who were watching them curiously. “Just a kiss, that’s all I’m asking.” His voice was hoarse and low, but it didn’t waver and even had an edge of authority, because as scared as Sho was of Jun, he was still several years old than him, and technically his sempai even though they had basically gotten rid of that hierarchy within the club.
Jun’s slightly irritated expression fell into a smirk, although he still looked almost pissed off at the subject being addressed so directly.
“I don’t think so.”
“Look,” Sho continued, desperate at the all too casual answer. “I’ll do whatever you want for the rest of the year.” That was all he could offer, since he’d be graduating along with Ohno and their current art club would be broken apart. “I won’t resist you at all, so just let me kiss him!”
Jun seemed to consider this with a more serious expression, although his eyes were gleaming with satisfaction, and after a few seconds he conceded. “If you do anything else without my permission I’ll make your life a living hell,” came the warning, and when Sho avidly nodded, Jun turned back to the others and said in a loud voice, “Sho says he wants to kiss me!”
His mouth fell open in shock, wondering if he’d just been tricked, and Nino, of course, looked affronted. He tried to mouth to him that he hadn’t said that, but before he could, Jun had turned back to him and firmly pressed their lips together.
The tongue didn’t hesitate to go into his mouth, and although it wasn’t as suffocating as Aiba’s had been, Sho knew that he was being dominated, like Jun had pushed him down on the floor and fucked him again, taking everything he wanted and leaving nothing behind.
It was over dizzyingly quickly, the intense impression fading away to leave only the flutter of his heart. But Jun’s arm was wrapped tightly around his waist, aligning their bodies, so Sho knew he hadn’t just imagined all of that.
With another smirk, Jun winked at his red face and was polite enough to continue to support him as Sho backed out of his grip, his legs wobbling just as badly as if he’d walked for the first time.
And then Aiba was there with a huge grin. “I want to kiss Sho-chan too!”
Before anyone could stop him he collected Sho’s quivering body into his arms and kissed him for the second time that day, eating him just as thoroughly as he had the first time, skillfully running his tongue across all of his teeth and overwhelming him enough to make breathing a desperate task.
That kiss ended somewhat quickly too, though, and it was Jun that was pulling Aiba back with an amused, but reprimanding expression, smacking him lightly on the head.
“Nino’ll kill you.” All three of them looked across the room to where the smaller boy was indeed shooting daggers at all of them with his eyes. “But it’s only fair that Ohno gets a turn too,” he added with a sigh and Sho looked at him in slight surprise. He really had though he’d been completely used again.
Ohno stood up slowly with wide eyes and Sho turned to him shyly, hearing Jun chuckle under his breath. Allowing another two seconds with his hands on Aiba’s shoulders to help him relax, he finally stepped towards the older boy, realizing that his yukata was still open to reveal his chest and half hard cock.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Ohno offered in a soft voice as they met, his face tilted up a little to look into Sho’s eyes.
“No, it’s okay,” was all he could come up with, although a love confession was sitting on the tip of his tongue.
Ohno placed his hands on his shoulders lightly and closed his eyes as he waited for Sho to lean down and kiss him, which he did with a racing heartbeat.
Unlike Jun and Aiba, Ohno took it slowly, and the two of them felt each others’ lips before gradually opening their mouths simultaneously. Sho had to make the first move after that, carefully nudging Ohno’s upper lip with his tongue, and following a slight hesitation he could feel the older boy’s own reaching for his.
Ohno let out a muffled mph when Sho slipped his tongue in farther, but slid against it as Sho explored the inside of his mouth, memorizing everything as he figured this was his only chance.
And, far too soon, there was a tug on the back of his collar which became much rougher when he didn’t pull away immediately.
“That’s enough,” Jun warned right next to his ear, and Sho gasped for breath, staring at how flushed Satoshi had become, the shorter boy turning away slightly to hide his expressions. Sho’s hands had firmly attached themselves to his waist and he was pressing his hips into Ohno’s waist. When he realized that he immediately pulled away, finally covering himself with his yukata again and avoiding Nino’s gaze when he stood right in front of him with folded arms, taking Ohno’s place as Aiba pulled the club leader over for a kiss of his own.
“Now what do I get for letting you kiss my Sho-chan?” he asked, although he was looking directly at Sho with a slight frown. But it wasn’t surprising that he was trying to turn the situation around to get something out of it for himself, even though suddenly Sho didn’t really like the idea of Nino getting ravaged by anyone other than him (and maybe Ohno if Ohno was into that).
With a huff, Nino turned away from Sho and to Jun, ready to press the matter when he didn’t get an instant response, but Jun just smirked at him.
“You get to take pictures of us now,” he replied, indicating Aiba and Ohno who were locked in a heated kiss, the taller boy already undoing the obi around Ohno’s waist. “Because I’m certainly not trusting Sakurai with my camera.”
“What about my video camera? I can’t do both,” he shot back.
“Make him do it,” Jun suggested seriously, nodding to Sho who was staring at the two of them stupidly. “He’s not touching my camera.”
Nino clicked his tongue in frustration, then turned back to Sho, this time sizing him up, trying to decide whether he would break it just by holding it or not.
“Well… I can understand Jun’s worry,” he started, rubbing his chin. “That’s a touchy camera, and worth a lot anyway. I’m surprised he’s even willing to let me use it.”
A subdued moan was heard from the intertwined couple, and Nino spared them a quick look as Jun approached them with irritation, chiding them for starting when the rest of them weren’t ready.
“So, it’s either no video at all or trusting you, Sho-chan. What will it be? If you break it, you buy it,” he continued warningly, meeting his eyes again.
And Sho wasn’t sure what to say. It was true that he was a failure at times, but he had his own computer at home and had never broken any of his friends’ game consoles, and could work a blender occasionally in cooking class, so maybe electronics were a moderately safe territory? If it was Jun’s camera he’d say no right away too, but Nino’s camcorder only required pushing one button right?
Plus, he really wanted to see the whole thing up close this time.
“I won’t break it,” he squeaked out, gripping the yukata that was still not securely around him. “I promise.”
“You’ll buy it,” Nino warned again, but turned away and Sho suddenly realized as his line of sight immediately went to his ass that he had been very intimidated about the whole thing despite the younger boy’s complete lack of clothing.
While Nino retrieved the video camera from where Aiba had left it closed on the floor near the wall, Sho went for his obi, kicking his underwear towards his bag to put away later. He haphazardly secured the thing around his waist, fixing what he could, and was ready by the time Nino was finished adjusting whatever he was on his precious machine. After a short explanation (“This is the record button. Push once to record, and again to stop. If it’s flashing it’s on. Even a five year old can do this.”), Nino placed both hands on the side of his head as Sho gingerly held the camera and forced their eyes to meet.
After an intense three seconds, he asked, “Nino…?”
“I love you.”
He almost dropped the camera, especially when Nino leaned forward and kissed him passionately, obviously still a little jealous and wanting to mark his territory, and Sho let him, squeezing the camcorder between his hands and knowing that he would never escape from Nino and would never want to. He just wished Nino was better at sharing, although on the flip side, maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
Pulling away just as quickly, Nino turned back to the others, who were halfway undressed now, and said, “We’re ready!” leaving a stunned Sho behind him.
Jun did the same, carefully handing Nino his classic camera, giving him a few warning, and explaining one or two things, but it was obvious that Nino already knew how it worked and placed the strap around his neck like a professional, snapping one picture of Jun looking slightly disgruntled before he saluted him and backed away.
With a simple roll of the eyes, Jun began pulling at his obi and turned back to the other two, Aiba who was already completely naked, and Ohno, whose yukata was slipping off of his shoulders slowly and sexily.
Sho finally raised the video camera and began recording, the red blinking light a comfort there in the corner. He watched the screen, much like Aiba had done with him and Nino earlier, and it was twice as erotic as watching them in person, like he was seeing something he wasn’t supposed to.
Jun was naked now and stepped into the frame, coming up behind Ohno and pressing himself against his back, his perfectly shaped ass the focus of the scene for a few seconds before Sho slowly started moving closer to where Nino was taking pictures of Ohno past Aiba’s shoulder. Jun attached his lips to Ohno’s bare neck, one of his hands running through Aiba’s hair as he kissed the older boy, while the other one began pulling at his obi, dropping it to the floor after a few seconds.
Ohno let out a delightfully sinful moan as Aiba released his lips and Sho came closer to make sure the sound was being caught properly. He couldn’t see any of their lower halves anymore, but their expressions were more than enough to convey the situation.
“How’re we going to do it this time, Jun-chan? Can I fuck him?” Aiba asked hopefully, but Jun pulled his hair a little and caused him to whine.
“You got to last time, didn’t you? You’re so selfish, Masaki,” Jun chided darkly, and Sho was right next to Nino now, capturing Jun’s hot expression as he rested his head on Ohno’s shoulder, the older boy’s eyes shining with want as he stared at Aiba.
Sho wondered if the last time they had had sex was when Nino and he had spied on them in the art room, and if that was the case, how Jun and Aiba managed to hold out for so long with a muse like Ohno at their disposal.
“What do you want, Oh-chan?” Jun asked in the same tone despite the endearing nickname. “Do you want us to fuck you one after another…? Or do you want to suck off Masaki while I’m inside of you?”
Ohno obviously shivered at the question and Jun leaned down to kiss his temple as he waited for an answer, still holding Aiba’s hair tightly enough that he couldn’t break in again to influence the decision.
As he mumble his answer a moment later, Sho stepped closer, focusing on Ohno’s face and where Jun’s was nestled right up next to it.
“What was that?” Jun whispered against his cheek and Ohno’s eyes fluttered shut.
In a tiny voice he said, “I want to… suck him off,” and Sho hoped the camera recorded those six erotic words properly.
“See? I told you he likes us to do him together,” Jun smiled at Aiba and let go of his hair, rubbing his cheek apologetically, and Aiba was staring at Ohno with wide eyes, as if he was still processing what he’d just heard.
“Do you really?” Aiba asked reverently as Jun backed away to resituate the space that they had used to film Sho, out of the camera’s screen now, leaving the other two as their foreheads touched, their emotions streaming back and forth between their eyes almost tangibly.
“Y-yes,” Ohno admitted with a squeak, grasping onto Aiba’s neck hard, his yukata hanging off of his arms and halfway down his back. Of course Aiba pulled him against him roughly with a huge grin and planted quick kisses all over his face, mumbling about how much he liked Oh-chan.
“Okay, come on!” Jun called, and Sho followed them with the camera lens as the two of them immediately responded and went to him, Aiba pulling off Ohno’s yukata the rest of the way and leaving it on the floor.
Jun had propped the pillow up against the wall and was leaning against it, his legs planted on the ground, wide open. No matter how sneaky he tried to be, Sho didn’t miss the fact that Nino took a quick shot of the position, working the camera just as quickly and expertly as the original owner had.
Without any more directions, Ohno knelt down in front of him and leaned in for a kiss (Sho followed his actions to make sure he got a proper angle that was close enough), and Aiba found the bottle of discarded lube, coating his hands just as he had before.
Although Jun’s tongue circling around Ohno’s halfway outside of their mouths was erotically tempting, Sho opted to film Aiba’s fingers as they lifted Ohno’s hips and parted his ass cheeks, wondering if this is what it was like when he had been filmed earlier. As the first finger easily slid inside of him, Aiba leaned down to lick the skin on his lower back, turning his head slightly to look right into the camera lens and catching Sho off guard with the seductive way his eyes burned into the screen.
He was torn once again as Ohno moaned, wondering how in the world he could film both what was happening down here and Ohno’s facial reactions, but he had already chosen his subject and knew he shouldn’t move back and forth too much, or else Nino would reprimand him for a bad video. So instead he turned to look, carefully holding the camera in place, and saw Ohno’s eyes scrunched closed as his fingers dug into Jun’s shoulders, the younger boy pulling at his nipples. In an attempt to capture both what Aiba was doing and those movements, he backed away a little and rotated so that he was almost but not quite directly behind Ohno.
And ran into Nino, who was right up next to Aiba’s finger’s in Ohno’s ass.
“Sho-chan!” he grumbled. “You messed up my shot!”
He quietly apologized and touched Nino lightly on the back to emphasize his words, but realized that Nino was still naked and that, if his touch lingered for too long, his erection was going to reach the point of no return other than coming again, and he wasn’t sure he body could handle that right now.
Taking a step away, he couldn’t help but film Nino in his awkward position, half on the floor himself with his ass sticking up quite nicely so that Sho could see where some residual pinkness stayed, both from his cock and his hands during their round of sex.
But Ohno moaned again as another finger went inside, so he slid closer to Aiba, who moved to accommodate him, and filmed the lewd way that he was fucking the older boy, in bursts of quick movements that went all the way inside and then back out, then slowing down and spreading the fingers wide, drawing impatient whines from Ohno.
“Okay,” Jun broke in, his own voice airy and aroused, “That’s enough. Let’s give them a better show.” He chuckled, pecking Ohno on the lips one more time before he forced him up on his knees, turning him around.
It took a moment for them to settle the awkward position, Aiba backing away to stand next to Sho (he looked over and noticed that Aiba’s cock was wet with need and sticking out just a badly as Ohno’s), but eventually Ohno managed to straddle Jun backwards, his feet pushed against the wall and Jun gasping onto his hips from behind, his cock peeking out from between Ohno’s legs.
“Better get in for that close up, Sakurai,” Jun chuckled with a side glance at him, pressing his chest into Ohno’s back so that he could kiss Ohno’s neck and shoulders lightly.
Sho followed the vague directions, though, as Jun guided Ohno and then held his own cock while he slowly lowered himself with a fantastically erotic sigh.
In the end he ended up completely on the floor between Jun’s feet, capturing Ohno opening up to take Jun inside of him, plus a close up of Ohno’s own erection, and Sho was completely hard now, his own cock probably rivaling Aiba’s, especially after another squeaking noise from above him.
“You can do it, right?” Jun asked aloud, most likely to Ohno as he continued to slip down, his legs parting a little on either side in an obviously flexible position. “Fuck yourself on my cock while sucking Aiba-chan?” Sho glanced up to see Jun whispering as close to Ohno’s ear as he could manage.
He nodded once, holding back his excitement and reaction to being completely filled, and immediately Aiba came forward, his legs wide on either side of the mess of bodies and directly above Sho, bending his knees slightly so that he was at the right height for Ohno’s mouth.
Although his camera was still pointed at the cock now hidden inside of Ohno, his eyes were stuck on the way that Ohno’s lips wrapped around the erection in front of him, hungry and anxious and eager.
This really needed to be captured, but he couldn’t get up easily now that Aiba was standing over him, so instead he tentatively rolled in place onto his back, his hair brushing Jun’s legs, and pointed the lens up.
The screen was filled with the underside of Ohno’s chin on one side, his cheeks puffed out and Aiba’s cock already halfway inside, and Aiba’s face was slightly out of focus above them, although not enough to lose the expressions of pleasure filtering across his features, mostly his lips.
And then Jun or Ohno started moving and the whole set up was put into motion, the smallest body jerking up so that his nipples were on the screen, then back down so that they disappeared again, one hand around Aiba’s cock while his tongue worked the head openly, then slipped it back into his mouth as if he’d done this a million times before.
“Uh,” Aiba gasped, “Uh, Oh-chan, that’s good,” he said, throwing his head back for a second and thrusting just a little bit himself, pushing in slightly more than halfway without any problems.
Their voices were too loud to hear the photo snaps, and Nino too sneaky, but he came onto the screen for just a second, capturing a shot of Sho beneath the scene above him, and it was obvious he was taking just as many pictures as Jun had.
The second Nino was gone, Jun’s hair came in for a bit as he sucked on Ohno’s skin, and the action caused Ohno to give a muffled moan, already receiving so many sensations, and after another second, Jun’s legs came in closer to Sho’s body, giving him more leverage to thrust up and jolting the video camera a bit in the process.
“Yeah, fuck him Jun, fuck him so good, he likes that, he likes us doing him together,” Aiba chanted as he watched the two of them, and Ohno moaned again, making Sho wish he could see his expressions a little clearer from his position. He tried the push himself up a bit, but there was only so much room and the only thing it really did was bring Aiba’s cock into sharper focus, so he gave up and laid back down again, trying to keep the camera as close to his body as he could in order to get a wider angle.
Keeping it cradled right there, Sho instead craned his neck to watch everything himself, and out of the corner of his eye he could see Jun thrusting in and out of Ohno, deeply and as quickly as their position allowed, his hands tight on the older boy’s waist.
Aiba, meanwhile, had leaned one hand on the wall to support himself, the other one alternating between stroking Ohno’s cheek and pulling his hair gently, also thrusting himself instead of letting Ohno do the work, but the mouth was open wide for him and he didn’t do anything but moan when Aiba started pressing in farther and farther with each thrust.
“Mmm, fuck,” he moaned again, staring at the way Ohno was letting him fuck his mouth, “I’m going to come, fuck Oh-chan, I’m going to come in your mouth, okay? You like it when we do you together,” he groaned, then closed his eyes as his hips sped up, no doubt hitting the back of Ohno’s throat each time, but he let him, grasping onto Aiba’s hip for support. When he came, it was only halfway in Ohno’s mouth because he pulled out for the last spurts, jerking off and planting the rest of it on Ohno’s face.
Sho was mortified and realized the poor choice of position when a badly aimed portion fell off and landed on his forehead.
But it was too late, and the second Aiba pulled away, Jun was fucking Ohno like they had both been injected with aphrodisiacs, making Ohno create all sorts of noises, a mixture of moans and yells and names, and then Jun began stroking him as Ohno actively impaled himself, whispering about the taste of Aiba’s cum and how much of a slut Ohno was for the two of them.
And he came only a few seconds after Aiba had, before Sho could do anything, but this time instead of just a drop, Ohno came directly on Sho’s face and upper chest, barely barely missing the camera (Sho would thank god for this later).
It was only by pure chance of him automatically turning over to find something to clean up with that Sho caught the way Jun stiffened as he came, and he ended up staring at the screen as Jun pumped into him several times, riding out his orgasm.
It was all still after that, Sho not doing anything but watching Ohno’s trembling thighs and softened dick on that video screen, and he waited until Ohno softly complained about his legs and Aiba helped him up, also capturing Jun’s cock sliding out of him, slick with come and lube, and the way it slowly dropped to the floor.
When he finally looked up, Jun’s eyes were sparkling down at him in satisfaction once more, and with a smirk he said, “There’s come on your face, Sakurai.”
Sho finally remembered about that and stood up, picking up the camera with him, although he ended up getting distracted by filming Nino as he considerately helped clean up Ohno, who was being held by Aiba. Somehow he was really starting to understand this art thing, about how beautiful a ravaged Ohno looked, and how bright Masaki was with his afterglow… And even Jun and his controlling personality was artistic in its own way. Not to mention Nino who was still naked and walking around like a Grecian God who owned the place…
He caught the last of Nino’s amused expression in the video camera before the younger boy pulled it out of his hand, then turned it back on him and Sho turned completely red, diving for his bag to pull out something to clean his face off with.
They took a few minutes to clean up and get situated before Nino announced, “We still have twenty minutes of ‘Japanese aesthetic’ left, so I say we take a nap. After that we’ll have lunch.”
Sho eyes widened in realization and he pulled the schedule out of Nino’s hands, and Nino let him, obviously reading the expression on Sho’s face word for word.
They had three more workshops listed for today and two for tomorrow, the most worrisome of which was the inspirational workshop listed as “The Art of Knots.”
“You’re the model remember,” Nino grinned with a pat on the ass before he forced Sho’s arms around him and tackled him to the floor.
“There’s just one thing we need to talk about before you two get all cozy,” Jun cut in casually, his camera back in hand, double checking the state it was in.
Sho thought it would probably be something to do with his poor performance or modeling skills, or even maybe that he had been too close with the camera during the whole thing, but much to his surprise he brought up something completely different.
“Ohno told me on the bus that you asked him to move out with you after you graduate,” he continued with a raised brow, gently putting his camera down and piercing Sho with an irritated gaze.
Sho swallowed and avoided Nino’s completely surprised stare in turn.
“I did.”
“What makes you think we’re going to allow that?” Jun’s aura darkened, and it was plain that he was talking about him, Aiba, and Nino, not necessarily Ohno.
“Listen,” Sho started slowly, holding Nino against him tightly when he tried to pull away. “It’s not what you think. I don’t have any ulterior motives.”
Jun and Nino scoffed at that simultaneously, but Sho met Jun’s stare head on and tried to convey his honesty.
“What are your motives, then, Sakurai?”
Of course Sho would love to live with Ohno, and not only because of his crush. He had found out that Ohno was going to go to art school for a year or two before finding a job, and that his school happened to be close to Sho’s college of choice (well, actually not, but Sho didn’t mind commuting!).
“We only have until the end of the year like this,” he explained, his voice changing into melancholy, and although it was the first time they’d ever done anything together, Sho knew there was a lot ahead of them and wanted to treasure this group for as long as he could. Jun was giving him a suddenly compassionate look, but he continued anyway. “I just wanted to keep this, somehow.”
The room grew silent, Aiba’s eyebrows furrowing, Nino not meeting his gaze and Ohno smiling sleepily, knowingly.
“I-I d-don’t,” he tried, suddenly flustered by what he was about to admit, “I don’t want to keep Ohno all to myself, o-okay? If we have an apartment together you guys can come over after school and it’ll be private and we don’t have to worry about someone walking in on us or about Ogura-sensei who doesn’t actually show up but could at any time, or who forgot to bring what or how often we’re doing this or-“ Sho had run out of breath, his face completely red, and finally Nino relaxed in his grip, leaning against his chest again and trying to hide his pleased expression.
Jun tried to keep his warning look in place, but it was obvious his mood had broken, and he shrugged. “We’ll talk about it later, okay? We still have until the end of the year.”
Sho nodded, realizing that he was ahead of himself, but that was just the way he was, always planning, always troubleshooting and thinking about what could go wrong. But at least Ohno seemed to be on his side for this one, and if he was, somehow he knew Jun and Aiba would give in eventually.
Now he just needed to work on Nino, although he thought that wouldn’t be as hard as it seemed.
“You mean Sho-chan wants to get an apartment so we can have sex there?” Aiba asked happily, looking to Jun for confirmation. “He’s more of a pervert than I thought!”
Jun smacked him on the back of the head and Nino called him an idiot, but both were lacking their usual sting as the group finished situating themselves for a giant group nap.
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(They were unexpectedly confronted by Ogura-sensei on the return bus trip, and Sho was once again flabbergasted to find that each of the members had something to show him... He wasn't sure when they had had time to do anything but fool around, but there was artistic proof that they had done something and Sho was somehow excused with the assumption that he had spent the whole weekend keeping the other students in line... which was true, as long as that only meant keeping them to their rooms.)
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A/N:Finally posted it! Fhew~ Sorry for the wait. ^__^;
I managed to write this in a hormonal rage one day about a month ago, but I think I might be stepping away from the NC-17 genre for a little while... I apologize. m(__)m But then again, whatever comes to me, comes. We'll see. As for this story, what do you think? I threw in a few more pairings here and there this time, and ended in with more of a conclusion than before, so I hope you don't mind!
By the way, I'm going to be gone for 2 weeks because I'm participating in an exchange program as a chaperon! Yay~ I won't be posting anything in that time period (most likely) but I might find some motivation to write (as I generally do it to de-stress). I'm wondering if anyone is interested in doing a trade of some sort? Either fic for fic, or even fanart. <3~ Let me know!