Paint, Film, and Stuffed Animals
Title: Paint, Film, and Stuffed Animals
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Aiba/Ohno, Jun/Sho, Touma/Nino
Genre: Romance, AU
Chapter: eight
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: Aiba becomes interested in Ohno, a recently popular artist, but it’s difficult to get a boyfriend when you have a kid…Everyone seems to think you’re straight.
Chapter one
Chapter two
Chapter three
Chapter four
Chapter five
Chapter six
Chapter seven
A week later, Ohno could be found in Aiba’s living room, having his promised Wii-a-thon with Koharu.
His tension had softened a little after his night with Jun and Sho, and although being around Aiba was still like being constantly faced with a materialized wet dream, he hadn’t jumped the photographer yet and Ohno was proud of himself for that.
He’d been over for dinner twice since his birthday, both very relaxed affairs, but tonight he had gone to get takeout for the small family once Aiba had regretfully told him that he was going to dedicate his night to catching up on a project for work. It was Chinese food from their regular place, and since Aiba was busy, they had left the small table to his white laptop, one plate of food, and many serious looking papers, and the artist had taken up refuge in front of the TV with his small video game partner.
“The pink one! The pink one!” Koharu called out as she tentatively walked through the kitchen with two glasses of juice in her small hands, watching Ohno as he began looking through the moderate Wii game collection.
“Pink one?” he asked slowly, trying to find the one that the girl was referring to. They all looked white to him.
Once she had successfully set their cups down next to their full plates, Koharu leaned forward and pulled out a game, showing it to Ohno with a bright smile. “It’s new! We got it two days ago! And look!” she added proudly, pulling out the small basket that the Wii accessories were kept in from under the TV, all of them white except for a bright pink remote, “Papa said this one is for me!” Of course she pulled out the pink accessory and proudly displayed it for Ohno to see, and the artist examined it happily, telling her it was cute, just like her, and fit her perfectly.
After a few minutes of haphazard eating and preparing everything they needed in order to begin, the two of them started their long journey of completing each and every mini game that was offered.
It was some three hours later when Ohno felt a sneaky pair of arms slide around his waist and Masaki’s body suddenly pressed against his back, and the artist became thoroughly distracted as a prominent nose nuzzled the shell of his ear. He almost dropped his remote, but thankfully didn’t, and even though Ohno was useless with his heart fluttering in his chest, Koharu somehow managed to complete the round for the both of them.
“I finished!” Aiba declared excitedly as the game returned to the main screen. When he’d talked to Ohno earlier, the father had felt guilty about taking the night to finish his project, but it was much better than having to do it tomorrow or the next day and take up his weekend, which he could be spending with his boyfriend and daughter. When the artist had said he’d come over anyway and keep Koharu distracted, Aiba had thanked him seriously and left everything in Ohno’s hands to instead accomplish what he needed to as quickly as possible.
And now he was actually doing what he wanted to with his Friday night, snuggling with Ohno and relaxing with the two people he loved the most. When Koharu looked at them, Aiba was a little worried that she would become jealous that he was doting on the artist and not her, but it seemed like the earlier explanation of his relationship with Ohno had been a success and she simply smiled and turned back to the TV.
“I want to play too,” Aiba whined, resting his chin on Ohno’s shoulder and halfheartedly reaching for the basket, which had one remote left inside of it, even though there was no way he could reach it. “Haru-chan,” he whined again when the girl only laughed at how silly he was acting.
Finally the smaller girl scooted the accessory over and Aiba held it between his hands, resting his wrists on Ohno’s thighs (he felt the older man stiffen a little, but relax when the photographer didn’t try anything else), and listened to the explanation on how to play the next game by his daughter. Although he knew he wouldn’t be able to pull himself away from Ohno for a while, Aiba at least tried to keep his touches as nonsexual as possible, knowing that if the artist got too worked up that he would leave to avoid the situation, and the photographer certainly didn’t want that to happen. But he hadn’t been able to touch his boyfriend very much recently and wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip away.
Once Aiba had joined, they continued to play the Wii for a while longer, Ohno ultimately settling into the younger man’s chest and Koharu getting worked up once they changed to the Mario racing game and the action came in a steadier stream.
Eventually excusing himself to use the bathroom, Ohno pulled himself out of Aiba’s grip (even if the photographer liked to think he was very hesitant about it), and told the other two to continue without him. Knowing that the artist probably needed a break after staring at the TV for so long, Aiba proceeded to do just that, and decided that he would tell Koharu that she needed to go to bed after another round or two. It was getting sort of late, after all, and they had spent more time playing today than was proper for a girl her age.
Of course his daughter started beating him before they had even completed the first lap, just as it always played out. Aiba wasn’t particularly good at video games, even though he liked to play them and did so as often as possible, and with Nino’s help, Koharu had surpassed his skills a while ago. But occasionally he got a break, like now, as she got turned around accidentally and then fell off the edge of the course.
“Noo!” she squealed, physically trying to make the game speed up by motioning at it with her hand, and at the same moment Aiba yelled in triumph. He had taken the lead!
Feeling Ohno settle down behind him, Aiba tried to keep his attention on the screen and not lose the place he had taken, a triumphant 1st in the corner of his side of the TV.
“Ahh!” Koharu whined playfully, pushing herself onto her knees, as if that would help her concentrate, and scooted a few inches closer to the screen. Aiba was feeling a similar excitement, although he managed to stay put, a smile spreading across his face. He only had half a lap left, and was even protected by three green shells circling him.
“Yay!” he cried, then gasped when he suddenly felt Ohno’s fingers dangerously close to his crotch, sliding down his inner thigh. He could almost see the smirk on the artist’s face, and Aiba clenched his jaw, trying as hard as he could to keep his attention on the game. He hadn’t won a race once since Ohno had started coming over and he wanted to show his boyfriend that he wasn’t completely hopeless.
Next he felt a tongue tickling his ear, though, and the hands slid up his body, brushing his cock just slightly as they went, then stopped on his nipples, pinching both of them through his shirt. Aiba dropped the remote onto the floor as a shiver ran through his entire body at the precise touches and his mouth dropped open of its own accord in a silent gasp of surprise.
The finish line was in sight, and Koharu passed him with a scream of delight while Aiba scrambled for his controller, Ohno’s arms suddenly gone.
“No fair! No fair!” the photographer overdramatically sobbed, falling onto the floor as the game displayed the final ranks.
Giving Ohno a high five, Koharu then jumped on her father’s back with a high pitched giggle, teasing him despite his pouting. Of course it didn’t last for very long, Aiba sitting up and returning Ohno’s mischievous grin with a sultry warning glance, and a second later he lunged at the artist, pulling the older man into his arms easily even though Ohno made a small attempt to get away, and leaned back against the couch, holding his boyfriend tightly against his chest like he had earlier.
Koharu, caught up in the situation, vaulted onto the sofa behind them, mussing Aiba’s hair, and settled behind her father’s back so she could snuggle too. Once the trio had quieted down, the Wii forgotten, one of Aiba’s arms settled around Ohno’s waist and the other gently stroked Koharu’s hair as she rested against him.
Eventually, when the Mario theme had looped some twenty odd times, the photographer finally pulled the TV remote over and switched to the regular channels, quietly asking Koharu what they should watch. Between the two of them, Ohno opting to simply lay his head against Aiba’s collarbone, they decided on a drama starring a popular idol and several other actors dressed as monsters.
“Papa, that boy looks like Oh-chan,” Koharu commented sleepily, rearranging herself on the couch to lay her head against a throw pillow and get a good view of the television.
“Yeah, he does huh?” Aiba replied distractedly, glancing down at the complacent man himself within his grip. His other hand fell from the couch to loosely encircle the artist’s waist, and he smiled when Ohno took it in his own grip, running their fingers against each other. With only a slight glance at Koharu, whose full attention was on the show, Aiba craned his head forward to kiss Ohno’s cheek lightly. In return the older man sighed in contentment and turned a little so he could rest his head against the photographer’s neck.
When the drama finished almost an hour later, none of them moved. It wasn’t because Aiba was tired; it was simply because he couldn’t give up his attention to change the channel or rouse Koharu into going to bed or something else that might have been productive. Ohno’s soft breath was tickling his skin and Aiba’s heart was thumping almost uncomfortably against his rib cage. He could sensitively feel where he was being touched by his boyfriend, a palm on his thigh there their hands were intertwined and the other awkwardly wrapped around his back, between Aiba’s body and the couch. Their chests were lightly pressed together too, and Ohno was comfortably tucked between his legs, making their contact so much more intimate now that they’d had a moment to realize what had happened.
And of course the small man in his boyfriend’s embrace was in the same state, only three times worse off than the father, focusing all his effort on keeping his vital signs steady. He’d gotten into the situation he’d been trying to avoid, the one that he wouldn’t be able to get out of by himself because it was too sweet, fulfilled his deepest wish too well.
With the slowest movement, Ohno shifted again. He lifted his head so that he could slide closer, pressing his lips to Aiba’s neck so softly he wasn’t sure if the photographer could tell the different between that action and the soft breaths that had been teasing him there earlier.
But the hand resting in his own tightened a little, and the other one on his hip did too before inching up Ohno’s side, bringing his t-shirt with it. When Aiba touched his skin right there, Ohno pressed his lips farther into the neck to hide his sudden whine and grasped onto his boyfriend harder. Without hesitation, the photographer continued his actions, lifting the shirt even more to reveal half of Ohno’s stomach, and with a sudden surge of confidence, the artist pushed himself closer to his partner, turning so that he was almost sitting on top of Aiba.
He glanced over the photographer’s shoulder and noticed that Koharu had fallen asleep, as he suspected had happened a while ago, before wrapping both arms around his the younger man’s neck and hiding his face in the brown hair once again.
The new position led the photographer to allow his second hand to join the first at Ohno’s waist, a thumb on either side of his navel, and his nose was nuzzling the slightly exposed nape as best as he could. Tentatively, but becoming more sure of their actions, Aiba’s fingers glided up the tense muscles, pressing into Ohno’s back and pulling their bodies closer together as they ascended.
Trying to be quiet, Ohno withheld a gasp and swallowed instead, lifting his head so he could look at his partner, partially to read his intentions and partially to make sure there was as much lust in his eyes as Ohno could feel through their touching skin. There was, and the artist wasn’t able to stop his lips from automatically gravitating towards Aiba’s, which opened in greeting as they touched.
The kiss was long and hot and Ohno began trembling as the other man’s palms came to rest under his shirt and on his torso, framing his nipples for just a second before taking both of them between his fingers and rolling them gently. But the older man’s response was good, covering up a moan by rumbling his throat, and his hips came unbidden against Aiba’s stomach, angling his body so that the photographer had full access to his chest, and of course the younger man had no choice but to pull the nipples harder.
He raised his knees off the ground too, bringing the hot body of top of him impossibly nearer, and Ohno had to draw back from the kiss in order to catch his breath, trying to keep any noises exiting his lips as quiet as possible and prevent Koharu from waking up. Although his thumbs kept rolling the hard numbs leisurely, Aiba turned his head slightly to glance at his daughter, and then sent his boyfriend a decisive look.
Wiggling out from under the artist and then helping him stand too (which was nice, because he needed all the help he could get right now), Aiba led the way to the side bedroom, tiptoeing quietly, but keeping Ohno as close to him as he could; the artist was trembling with the implications of the relocation, every inch of him warm and brain refusing to think about anything else but sex with Aiba.
Once they were inside, the father glanced at the couch once again to make sure their absence hadn’t been noticed, then carefully slid the door closed so that they were separated from the main living room. Ohno, who hadn’t done anything except cling tightly to Aiba’s hand, met his lover’s gaze, sparkling from the dim light that illuminated the room, and then threw himself at the taller man when he realized that they had been provided with a little privacy.
Their lips locked again, this time much more passionate than before, Ohno grabbing the sides of Aiba’s face as the photographer’s hands gripped his waist firmly, and the artist finally was able to let out a barely audible plea in the form of a whine.
But Aiba went through the effort of shuffling over to the closet and pulling out the futon for them to lay on before pinning Ohno to the floor and frantically tugging on his pants to get them off. When the older man helped him by undoing his jean button and increasing the pace of their desperation, he found himself half naked, the bottoms tossed behind them, and then had to cover his mouth to stifle a moan when Aiba’s fist surrounded his aching cock, his back arching into the touch he had been craving for months.
Ohno wasn’t really paying attention as his boyfriend reached over him to fumble with something in his close dresser, since he was putting all of his effort into not screaming out in the pleasure the movements of Aiba’s fingers were sending throughout his whole body. They may have created some separation from the rest of the house, but the door was thin enough that Ohno was scared any noise would bring Koharu inquisitively towards them, and that was the worst case scenario right now.
Suddenly, Aiba’s gentle hands, slick with liquid, were pushing his thighs apart, and before he could recover from the tremor that had wracked his body at that action, a finger was cautiously pushing inside of him.
“I’m sorry,” Aiba whispered, his head resting close to Ohno’s. “I can’t hold back any longer,” he gasped, then kissed the exposed neck when the older man twisted his head into the blanket under them, covering his mouth with his palm once again, although a soft moan still made it past his fingers.
The artist was having something resembling an emotional overload, unable to keep his vision straight and focusing on the singular action of not coming as Aiba continued to prepare him. A second of gasping for breath later, Ohno finally pulled himself together enough to begin tugging at his lover’s shirt frantically, trying to convey to him that he was more than ready and that they needed to be having sex right now.
It was more likely that Aiba simply interpreted the message as he wanted to, but his interpretation was accurate and momentarily he was pulling back enough to fit himself with a condom while Ohno opened his legs wider and propped up his knees in anticipation. He pulled his partner closer when Aiba leaned back down again, burying his face in the younger man’s neck in order to continue hiding the noises he couldn’t keep in, but when the cock began stretching him open, Ohno’s small gasp radiated throughout the room.
Aiba stopped and readjusted their position so he could capture Ohno’s mouth in his own, and then immediately moved his hips again, muffling the older man’s reactions as he got used to the sensation of their bodies being connected like this.
When he couldn’t take it anymore, gasping for breath himself, Aiba pulled back, lifting Ohno’s legs up higher on his waist and thrusting in again, watching closely as his partner struggled to keep his cries under control. The artist’s chin was tucked close to his chest and he was resting his forehead against Aiba’s collar, gasping for air but otherwise keeping his voice subdued.
Simply holding Ohno as he shook, the photographer continued his actions as gently as he could in his desperation, and then fumbled to find his lover’s cock when he felt his orgasm coming. It was fast, but expected considering the long wait leading up to this moment and the earlier foreplay in front of the couch.
Suddenly, the room felt completely silent, even though it was filled with only heavy breathing a moment ago, and both bodies tensed, frozen in their moment of bliss.
Aiba was the first to relax a little, pulling out of his boyfriend and falling next to him on the futon. Ohno promptly let out a sigh of relief as the pulses of heat continued to wash through his body and slowly his eyes drifted closed as fatigue from his release overtook the anticipation of sex.
When he felt a soft touch at his temple, the artist turned to meet Aiba’s intimate stare, and smiled satisfactorily as some hair was pushed back from his forehead. When he built up the energy, Ohno moved closer to his lover, who pulled him back into his arms, and the pair simply laid there, recovering from their intense love-making.
It was short lived, though, the photographer apologizing as he sat up, although he had a bright smile on his lips, and tucked himself back into his underwear before slowly opening the door to retreat to the living room, his jeans haphazardly falling off his hips.
Ohno watched sleepily as Aiba checked on Koharu, making sure she hadn’t woken up, then as he retrieved a throw blanket from the closet to tenderly lay over her, and finally as he proceeded to turn off the TV, overhead lights, and re-check the rest of the apartment.
When the photographer finally returned to the small room a minute later, he pulled his shirt off of his head and flipped on Koharu’s pink light to bathe them in a soft glow. Approaching him with a grin, Aiba forced Ohno to sit up and disposed of his shirt too, leaving the artist completely naked, although he wasn’t particularly embarrassed about it, still basking in his content release. Aiba stood once more, sliding his jeans and underwear off, and piled them at the foot of the futon while his boyfriend watched with interest. After he organized the lube and box of condoms that had been strewn across the floor, holding them in his hands, he sat in front of Ohno and pulled the older man forward for a soft kiss, still smiling blissfully.
The artist gave him a questioning look, wondering why they had taken their clothes off after they had had sex, but it was all explained a second later by Aiba himself.
“There’s a few more positions I want to try…” he giggled breathily, already leaning forward to kiss Ohno’s shoulder.
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Despite the bright sun shining in through the window indicating a very late sleeping in, when Ohno woke up the next day he was still exhausted. But that didn’t matter because he’d had sex with Aiba last night-several times-and they were perfect for each other and everything was right in the world.
Even when Ohno noticed that Koharu had managed to squeeze herself between their two naked bodies somewhere in the night, the sliding door remaining partially opened in her wake, he only smiled sleepily and decided to leave that explanation to Aiba. But, of course, he wanted to avoid some embarrassment, so the artist held back a sigh at the stiffness in his back, and scooted over to at least retrieve his boxers.
Sparing a quick glance as the sleeping father and daughter, Ohno grinned and slowly shuffled into the living room, opening the door the rest of the way and leaving it in its usual position before finding his shoulder bag, which he’d left by the entrance. He checked his phone for messages, not bothering to fight the irrepressible urge to send one to Jun. It was mostly composed of emoticons and didn’t say anything substantial about Aiba or sex, but he got a reply less than five minutes later, after he had finished his bathroom routine, with a curt Congratulations.
Humming to himself as he slowly shuffled over to the coffee maker and remembered how it work through a trial and error process (Aiba had showed him a few times, but until now Ohno hadn’t been able to properly listen to anything the photographer had told him because he’d get too caught up in watching his lips move and quickly stop paying attention). His phone buzzed again just as the tiny droplets of coffee began falling into the pot, and Ohno turned back to it curiously.
Did you talk to him about the show yet?
“Oh,” Ohno said out loud without realizing what he’d done. He’d been meaning to do that, since it was sort of important.
He was distracted again a second later when he heard a rather unmanly squeak from the bedroom and Ohno shuffled back in time to see Aiba struggling to keep from making any more noises or wide movements as he crawled out of the tangled futon. When he caught Ohno’s gaze he suddenly calmed down and smiled softly, stepping over his daughter to approach the older man. After a pause the photographer leaned against the door frame and simply watched his lover in return.
Ohno grinned. “It’s dangerous to walk around like that,” he mumbled, indicating his partner’s lack of clothing, and took a step closer.
“Oh really?” Aiba replied teasingly, stretching quite pointedly and leaning towards Ohno as the older man took another step. “Why’s that?”
The artist kissed him first, just a light peck, and explained, “You’ll get attacked,” in a low voice before pressing his palm firmly against Aiba’s exposed cock.
A groan come in return, but the father backed off after another quick kiss, escaping Ohno’s touches to instead retrieve his boxers, and the timing couldn’t have been better, since Koharu started to stir at the absence of her bed mates. She sat up and began rubbing her eyes while Aiba hurriedly covered his ass, and although she looked very tired, her hair mussed and face generally squinted, she was giving her father a questioning look.
Ohno decided to go back to his coffee.
But he could still hear the quiet conversation from his spot in front of the counter.
“Papa?”
It was silent for a minute and the artist was torn between sparing himself the embarrassment and helping his boyfriend with the awkward situation.
“What is it, honey?” the photographer finally asked in a cautious voice.
“How come you were sleeping without any underwear on?”
“Uh…” It was pretty obvious that Aiba had anticipated the topic, but still didn’t have anything to say in his own defense. “Well, it was very hot last night.”
“But you were in the futon…” Koharu replied immediately. “And you were snuggling really close to Oh-chan…” she trailed off, and Ohno wondered how the little girl was so perceptive in her young age.
Aiba sighed. “Honey, come here for a second. I have something to talk to you about.”
He couldn’t actually see what was happened, but Ohno imagined that the daughter followed the directions, probably sitting in Aiba’s lap or gently holding onto his arm.
There was another pause before he started his explanation in a low, gentle voice.
“Remember that I told you that I love Oh-chan very much?” The artist perked up, staring at the coffee as it slowly stopped dripping, wondering what kind of talk the father and child had had before now. “Well, when two people-two adults love each other very much, sometimes they sleep naked together. To show each other their love.”
Silently smiling at that explanation, surprised that Aiba had chosen a truthful, albeit still delicate, way to clarify the situation, Ohno opened up a cupboard above his head and pulled out two mugs, one for himself and one for the currently troubled man.
Koharu had started to say something in reply, but the father cut in gently. “The way I love Oh-chan is different from the way I love you, honey. Oh-chan is my boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?”
“Yes. Like a girlfriend, only he’s a boy.”
“So… if Papa is my papa, Oh-chan’s like my mommy?” Instead of sounding unsure about the comparison, Koharu sounded curious and maybe a little happy.
“…Something like that,” Aiba responded in an unconvinced voice, and Ohno bent over with silent laugher in front of the coffee pot. “Well, it’s a little harder to understand than that, honey. I’ll explain a few more things to you when you’re older, okay? Just understand that papa loves Oh-chan very much and that Oh-chan loves us too, okay?”
“I love Oh-chan back!” Koharu responded cheerfully and suddenly the little girl came running into the kitchen and threw herself at the artist, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her head into his side. Ohno’s reaction was delayed, but he turned and picked her up off the ground to balance her on his hip instead, giving the small girl the biggest smile he could.
“Oh-chan, I’m glad you could sleep over last night! And be naked with papa!” she said happily, grasping his neck and smiling back brightly.
“Me too, Haru-chan. Last night was fun, wasn’t it?” Ohno asked and she nodded in response. Aiba had come into the kitchen behind her and was now grinning along with the other two, especially when the artist turned to look at him.
“Ah!” the little girl said suddenly, bouncing a little in the man’s arms. “Does that mean you’re going to live here too, Oh-chan?” she asked with an excited expression.
Aiba look turned a little more serious and Ohno’s own smile softened too. “Sorry, Haru-chan. Not yet.”
Her expression fell a little, but it seemed that she noticed she’d asked a strange question and acted a little disappointed with herself for doing so.
“But I’ll keep coming over all the time. Every day if you want,” he added with the same gentle air as before and Koharu seemed to cheer up a bit.
“Okay.” She looked at the floor, so Ohno let her down and it appeared like she was about to scurry off when her eyes suddenly went wide and she pointed at the artist’s hip.
“Oh-chan! Did you get hurt?”
The older man looked down at the indicated area as Aiba walked closer to do the same, and then fully turned towards the little girl with a flushed face. It was a visible bruise in the general shape of Aiba’s thumb a few inches to the right of his belly button, and if there was one in that area, his back was probably sporting many more.
“It’s okay, Haru. I’m fine,” he tried to assure her, but she poked it once and then darted towards the bathroom without appearing to listen to him.
Aiba touched Ohno’s side gently too, and then slowly turned him to examine his back. “Oh my God, I’m sorry,” he whispered, his fingers running over the skin that was no doubt bruised much worse than his stomach.
Twisting around in the arms quickly, Ohno pulled his boyfriend near to him in a hug, worried that the photographer would hold back his affections because he had been hurt a little. The artist didn’t want that. He would have sex with Aiba every night if he could.
The sudden serious atmosphere was broken by a laugh from Aiba, and he rubbed his head against Ohno’s, pulling him closer and resting his hands on the shorter man’s lower back.
“I love you so much,” he sighed happily, but before Ohno could respond, Koharu had returned with a band aid in her hand, slowly opening it as she walked, and the artist faced her straight on so she wouldn’t notice the worse area.
She put the pink bandage gently over his small bruise and then patted it firmly before looking up at Ohno again. He smiled and thanked her, then received a quick hug before she went into the living room to throw the trash away in the bin by the television.
Both of the men were looking at Ohno’s bared chest, Aiba running his fingers over his sides again and the artist trying to figure out what he should do. It wasn’t like he could hide from Koharu all day, and he didn’t want to worry her or make Aiba feel guilty, but there was really only one solution that he could think of.
“I guess… I’d better put a shirt on,” he said hesitantly, and although Aiba frowned, he still nodded in agreement.
“I’ll pour the coffee and start on breakfast.”
Making sure that Koharu was distracted, busy cleaning up her toys that had been left out the night before, Ohno slunk into the side room to recover his clothes. But when his eyes fell on the pile that had been left by the two of them, he reached for Aiba’s shirt instead, picking it up and feeling the weight of it in his hands before slipping it over his head and immediately being surrounded by his lover’s scent. It was a little big, of course, but it was comfortable and a nice alternative to his own sweaty clothes from yesterday.
When he came back into the kitchen, the photographer was pouring the coffee into the second mug that had been set out a few moments earlier, and as he looked over at his boyfriend Aiba’s face suddenly broke out in his usual grin. After he finished what he was doing, Ohno only a few feet away from him now and smiling just as happily, Aiba pulled him close and they kissed for a few seconds.
Keeping his arms around the older man’s waist once their lips separated, Aiba continued to stand in the same spot, basking in the places they were touching and the fact that they were being allowed to in front of Koharu, at least to some extent. Ohno’s hands slowly slipped up the other’s shoulders to rest around his neck, feeling the overwhelming sunny atmosphere of his counterpart and unable to do anything but grin back, and suddenly remembered Jun’s message from a little while ago.
“There was something I wanted to ask you,” he started, cutting right to the point and staring into Aiba’s eyes, trying to show that he was looking for a serious response to his topic.
Much to his relief, the photographer gave him his full attention and tried to look like he was listening carefully.
In fact, Aiba was very curious about the sudden request. He couldn’t have been happier right now, even though he knew the talk he should be having with Koharu was looming closer and closer and that he hadn’t exactly been honest with his little girl and would probably pay for that later, but everything had worked out well for the time being.
Plus, he’d finally been able to have sex with Ohno, which was a beautiful thing. He could already feel how physically closer they were, and even though he’d hurt Ohno a little when he hadn’t meant to, his urge to get closer to his lover, to lay claim on him, was sated, at least for now.
“Will you take the pictures for my next show?”
Aiba blinked, his mind going blank for about five seconds before it took off at full speed, as if to make up for his hesitation.
“What?”
“…Take pictures of my pieces for the next show,” Ohno said again, his expression looking steeled, as if he knew that Aiba was going to refuse and that he was stubbornly going to make him.
Swallowing, the younger man let his arms drop away from Ohno and backed up a little, staring at Ohno’s face to make sure that he understood the request correctly. At the last show, where the two of them had met, Ohno’s figures had been there, but the focus of the event had been on the pictures that had been taken of them in various locations. They had been bigger than posters and skillfully done, to a level that Aiba didn’t think he could compare to.
“I… can’t…” he replied quietly, looking down at the floor. He didn’t want to ruin the show, or worse yet, Ohno’s reputation, because he wasn’t as good at his trade as Ohno was. Ohno’s art was fantastic and deserved equal talent when it came to his photographer.
“Aiba, I want you-“ the artist started to argue, but the younger man stopped him by putting a firm hand on his shoulder.
“Ohno, listen to me. I love you and we have a relationship and I understand that you want to involve me…” he started slowly, surprised that the words came to his mouth at the same time as he thought them. Aiba appreciated the chance for Ohno to share his fame with him, but it was too soon and too much pressure all around. And he told the artist as much, at least the very last part.
Before he verbally responded, Ohno gave him a stubborn expression, followed by a pouted lip. Aiba looked away because he didn’t think that was very fair-the photographer was a very soft person after all and especially with Ohno he knew he would probably give in when he absolutely didn’t want to.
“There won’t be as many as last time, and in the end… it was my decision to ask you, so I’ll take responsibility for it.”
“I won’t let you do that-“ Aiba started to counter, but looking back at Ohno was his mistake and he couldn’t finish. The artist’s eyes softened and he reached out his hand to tenderly take the photographer’s in his own.
“Aiba, I want you to do it. If the two of us work together… it’ll turn out amazing.” As he spoke, Ohno took a step closer until he could put his other hand on Aiba’s waist, pausing for a second before he added, “Don’t you think so?”
If the father was honest, he could see Ohno’s side of the argument. If it was for Ohno’s success as well as his own, Aiba would no doubt put that much more effort into his work, and being together with his boyfriend in that way would be incredible too… not to mention a miracle for his portfolio. But the same worry from earlier was still there, the fact that the pressure of Ohno’s career was put on his shoulders.
It was apparent that the shorter man knew he was giving in, though, because he smiled a little. “How about this? I’ll ask my previous photographer to come for the first few sessions so he can check your work and give you some tips.”
Aiba winced the second he realized that Ohno had him cornered and that he wouldn’t refuse now.
“Good,” the artist laughed at his boyfriend’s expression, and then pulled them back together for a long hug.
“I can’t believe this… What kind of scale are we talking about here? I’m going to have to talk to my boss about it,” he mumbled in an unbelieving voice, resting his head on Ohno’s and taking a deep breath, his heart beating too quickly at the overwhelming change that was about to happen to him. Even being published in a regular magazine, rather than just the amateur spot he’d gotten twice, would skyrocket his career, assuming his work was rated at least mediocre.
“Jun already did. He’s preparing the paperwork right now. Should be taken care of by Monday.”
Aiba could only laugh at the reply. He should have known.
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A/N: :) Salutations!
As you can see, I didn't split the chapter because no one asked me too. It's not as explicit as some of the things I've written anyway. ^.^; So maybe it's easy to skip over if you want to? :s
Well, it looks like there's about 3 chapters left after this. You're probably thinking,they had sex...where could this possibly go? but I'm sure you'll find a little excitement coming up for the finale. :) :)
As usual, any feedback and comments are welcome~
Chapter nine
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Aiba/Ohno, Jun/Sho, Touma/Nino
Genre: Romance, AU
Chapter: eight
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: Aiba becomes interested in Ohno, a recently popular artist, but it’s difficult to get a boyfriend when you have a kid…Everyone seems to think you’re straight.
Chapter one
Chapter two
Chapter three
Chapter four
Chapter five
Chapter six
Chapter seven
A week later, Ohno could be found in Aiba’s living room, having his promised Wii-a-thon with Koharu.
His tension had softened a little after his night with Jun and Sho, and although being around Aiba was still like being constantly faced with a materialized wet dream, he hadn’t jumped the photographer yet and Ohno was proud of himself for that.
He’d been over for dinner twice since his birthday, both very relaxed affairs, but tonight he had gone to get takeout for the small family once Aiba had regretfully told him that he was going to dedicate his night to catching up on a project for work. It was Chinese food from their regular place, and since Aiba was busy, they had left the small table to his white laptop, one plate of food, and many serious looking papers, and the artist had taken up refuge in front of the TV with his small video game partner.
“The pink one! The pink one!” Koharu called out as she tentatively walked through the kitchen with two glasses of juice in her small hands, watching Ohno as he began looking through the moderate Wii game collection.
“Pink one?” he asked slowly, trying to find the one that the girl was referring to. They all looked white to him.
Once she had successfully set their cups down next to their full plates, Koharu leaned forward and pulled out a game, showing it to Ohno with a bright smile. “It’s new! We got it two days ago! And look!” she added proudly, pulling out the small basket that the Wii accessories were kept in from under the TV, all of them white except for a bright pink remote, “Papa said this one is for me!” Of course she pulled out the pink accessory and proudly displayed it for Ohno to see, and the artist examined it happily, telling her it was cute, just like her, and fit her perfectly.
After a few minutes of haphazard eating and preparing everything they needed in order to begin, the two of them started their long journey of completing each and every mini game that was offered.
It was some three hours later when Ohno felt a sneaky pair of arms slide around his waist and Masaki’s body suddenly pressed against his back, and the artist became thoroughly distracted as a prominent nose nuzzled the shell of his ear. He almost dropped his remote, but thankfully didn’t, and even though Ohno was useless with his heart fluttering in his chest, Koharu somehow managed to complete the round for the both of them.
“I finished!” Aiba declared excitedly as the game returned to the main screen. When he’d talked to Ohno earlier, the father had felt guilty about taking the night to finish his project, but it was much better than having to do it tomorrow or the next day and take up his weekend, which he could be spending with his boyfriend and daughter. When the artist had said he’d come over anyway and keep Koharu distracted, Aiba had thanked him seriously and left everything in Ohno’s hands to instead accomplish what he needed to as quickly as possible.
And now he was actually doing what he wanted to with his Friday night, snuggling with Ohno and relaxing with the two people he loved the most. When Koharu looked at them, Aiba was a little worried that she would become jealous that he was doting on the artist and not her, but it seemed like the earlier explanation of his relationship with Ohno had been a success and she simply smiled and turned back to the TV.
“I want to play too,” Aiba whined, resting his chin on Ohno’s shoulder and halfheartedly reaching for the basket, which had one remote left inside of it, even though there was no way he could reach it. “Haru-chan,” he whined again when the girl only laughed at how silly he was acting.
Finally the smaller girl scooted the accessory over and Aiba held it between his hands, resting his wrists on Ohno’s thighs (he felt the older man stiffen a little, but relax when the photographer didn’t try anything else), and listened to the explanation on how to play the next game by his daughter. Although he knew he wouldn’t be able to pull himself away from Ohno for a while, Aiba at least tried to keep his touches as nonsexual as possible, knowing that if the artist got too worked up that he would leave to avoid the situation, and the photographer certainly didn’t want that to happen. But he hadn’t been able to touch his boyfriend very much recently and wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip away.
Once Aiba had joined, they continued to play the Wii for a while longer, Ohno ultimately settling into the younger man’s chest and Koharu getting worked up once they changed to the Mario racing game and the action came in a steadier stream.
Eventually excusing himself to use the bathroom, Ohno pulled himself out of Aiba’s grip (even if the photographer liked to think he was very hesitant about it), and told the other two to continue without him. Knowing that the artist probably needed a break after staring at the TV for so long, Aiba proceeded to do just that, and decided that he would tell Koharu that she needed to go to bed after another round or two. It was getting sort of late, after all, and they had spent more time playing today than was proper for a girl her age.
Of course his daughter started beating him before they had even completed the first lap, just as it always played out. Aiba wasn’t particularly good at video games, even though he liked to play them and did so as often as possible, and with Nino’s help, Koharu had surpassed his skills a while ago. But occasionally he got a break, like now, as she got turned around accidentally and then fell off the edge of the course.
“Noo!” she squealed, physically trying to make the game speed up by motioning at it with her hand, and at the same moment Aiba yelled in triumph. He had taken the lead!
Feeling Ohno settle down behind him, Aiba tried to keep his attention on the screen and not lose the place he had taken, a triumphant 1st in the corner of his side of the TV.
“Ahh!” Koharu whined playfully, pushing herself onto her knees, as if that would help her concentrate, and scooted a few inches closer to the screen. Aiba was feeling a similar excitement, although he managed to stay put, a smile spreading across his face. He only had half a lap left, and was even protected by three green shells circling him.
“Yay!” he cried, then gasped when he suddenly felt Ohno’s fingers dangerously close to his crotch, sliding down his inner thigh. He could almost see the smirk on the artist’s face, and Aiba clenched his jaw, trying as hard as he could to keep his attention on the game. He hadn’t won a race once since Ohno had started coming over and he wanted to show his boyfriend that he wasn’t completely hopeless.
Next he felt a tongue tickling his ear, though, and the hands slid up his body, brushing his cock just slightly as they went, then stopped on his nipples, pinching both of them through his shirt. Aiba dropped the remote onto the floor as a shiver ran through his entire body at the precise touches and his mouth dropped open of its own accord in a silent gasp of surprise.
The finish line was in sight, and Koharu passed him with a scream of delight while Aiba scrambled for his controller, Ohno’s arms suddenly gone.
“No fair! No fair!” the photographer overdramatically sobbed, falling onto the floor as the game displayed the final ranks.
Giving Ohno a high five, Koharu then jumped on her father’s back with a high pitched giggle, teasing him despite his pouting. Of course it didn’t last for very long, Aiba sitting up and returning Ohno’s mischievous grin with a sultry warning glance, and a second later he lunged at the artist, pulling the older man into his arms easily even though Ohno made a small attempt to get away, and leaned back against the couch, holding his boyfriend tightly against his chest like he had earlier.
Koharu, caught up in the situation, vaulted onto the sofa behind them, mussing Aiba’s hair, and settled behind her father’s back so she could snuggle too. Once the trio had quieted down, the Wii forgotten, one of Aiba’s arms settled around Ohno’s waist and the other gently stroked Koharu’s hair as she rested against him.
Eventually, when the Mario theme had looped some twenty odd times, the photographer finally pulled the TV remote over and switched to the regular channels, quietly asking Koharu what they should watch. Between the two of them, Ohno opting to simply lay his head against Aiba’s collarbone, they decided on a drama starring a popular idol and several other actors dressed as monsters.
“Papa, that boy looks like Oh-chan,” Koharu commented sleepily, rearranging herself on the couch to lay her head against a throw pillow and get a good view of the television.
“Yeah, he does huh?” Aiba replied distractedly, glancing down at the complacent man himself within his grip. His other hand fell from the couch to loosely encircle the artist’s waist, and he smiled when Ohno took it in his own grip, running their fingers against each other. With only a slight glance at Koharu, whose full attention was on the show, Aiba craned his head forward to kiss Ohno’s cheek lightly. In return the older man sighed in contentment and turned a little so he could rest his head against the photographer’s neck.
When the drama finished almost an hour later, none of them moved. It wasn’t because Aiba was tired; it was simply because he couldn’t give up his attention to change the channel or rouse Koharu into going to bed or something else that might have been productive. Ohno’s soft breath was tickling his skin and Aiba’s heart was thumping almost uncomfortably against his rib cage. He could sensitively feel where he was being touched by his boyfriend, a palm on his thigh there their hands were intertwined and the other awkwardly wrapped around his back, between Aiba’s body and the couch. Their chests were lightly pressed together too, and Ohno was comfortably tucked between his legs, making their contact so much more intimate now that they’d had a moment to realize what had happened.
And of course the small man in his boyfriend’s embrace was in the same state, only three times worse off than the father, focusing all his effort on keeping his vital signs steady. He’d gotten into the situation he’d been trying to avoid, the one that he wouldn’t be able to get out of by himself because it was too sweet, fulfilled his deepest wish too well.
With the slowest movement, Ohno shifted again. He lifted his head so that he could slide closer, pressing his lips to Aiba’s neck so softly he wasn’t sure if the photographer could tell the different between that action and the soft breaths that had been teasing him there earlier.
But the hand resting in his own tightened a little, and the other one on his hip did too before inching up Ohno’s side, bringing his t-shirt with it. When Aiba touched his skin right there, Ohno pressed his lips farther into the neck to hide his sudden whine and grasped onto his boyfriend harder. Without hesitation, the photographer continued his actions, lifting the shirt even more to reveal half of Ohno’s stomach, and with a sudden surge of confidence, the artist pushed himself closer to his partner, turning so that he was almost sitting on top of Aiba.
He glanced over the photographer’s shoulder and noticed that Koharu had fallen asleep, as he suspected had happened a while ago, before wrapping both arms around his the younger man’s neck and hiding his face in the brown hair once again.
The new position led the photographer to allow his second hand to join the first at Ohno’s waist, a thumb on either side of his navel, and his nose was nuzzling the slightly exposed nape as best as he could. Tentatively, but becoming more sure of their actions, Aiba’s fingers glided up the tense muscles, pressing into Ohno’s back and pulling their bodies closer together as they ascended.
Trying to be quiet, Ohno withheld a gasp and swallowed instead, lifting his head so he could look at his partner, partially to read his intentions and partially to make sure there was as much lust in his eyes as Ohno could feel through their touching skin. There was, and the artist wasn’t able to stop his lips from automatically gravitating towards Aiba’s, which opened in greeting as they touched.
The kiss was long and hot and Ohno began trembling as the other man’s palms came to rest under his shirt and on his torso, framing his nipples for just a second before taking both of them between his fingers and rolling them gently. But the older man’s response was good, covering up a moan by rumbling his throat, and his hips came unbidden against Aiba’s stomach, angling his body so that the photographer had full access to his chest, and of course the younger man had no choice but to pull the nipples harder.
He raised his knees off the ground too, bringing the hot body of top of him impossibly nearer, and Ohno had to draw back from the kiss in order to catch his breath, trying to keep any noises exiting his lips as quiet as possible and prevent Koharu from waking up. Although his thumbs kept rolling the hard numbs leisurely, Aiba turned his head slightly to glance at his daughter, and then sent his boyfriend a decisive look.
Wiggling out from under the artist and then helping him stand too (which was nice, because he needed all the help he could get right now), Aiba led the way to the side bedroom, tiptoeing quietly, but keeping Ohno as close to him as he could; the artist was trembling with the implications of the relocation, every inch of him warm and brain refusing to think about anything else but sex with Aiba.
Once they were inside, the father glanced at the couch once again to make sure their absence hadn’t been noticed, then carefully slid the door closed so that they were separated from the main living room. Ohno, who hadn’t done anything except cling tightly to Aiba’s hand, met his lover’s gaze, sparkling from the dim light that illuminated the room, and then threw himself at the taller man when he realized that they had been provided with a little privacy.
Their lips locked again, this time much more passionate than before, Ohno grabbing the sides of Aiba’s face as the photographer’s hands gripped his waist firmly, and the artist finally was able to let out a barely audible plea in the form of a whine.
But Aiba went through the effort of shuffling over to the closet and pulling out the futon for them to lay on before pinning Ohno to the floor and frantically tugging on his pants to get them off. When the older man helped him by undoing his jean button and increasing the pace of their desperation, he found himself half naked, the bottoms tossed behind them, and then had to cover his mouth to stifle a moan when Aiba’s fist surrounded his aching cock, his back arching into the touch he had been craving for months.
Ohno wasn’t really paying attention as his boyfriend reached over him to fumble with something in his close dresser, since he was putting all of his effort into not screaming out in the pleasure the movements of Aiba’s fingers were sending throughout his whole body. They may have created some separation from the rest of the house, but the door was thin enough that Ohno was scared any noise would bring Koharu inquisitively towards them, and that was the worst case scenario right now.
Suddenly, Aiba’s gentle hands, slick with liquid, were pushing his thighs apart, and before he could recover from the tremor that had wracked his body at that action, a finger was cautiously pushing inside of him.
“I’m sorry,” Aiba whispered, his head resting close to Ohno’s. “I can’t hold back any longer,” he gasped, then kissed the exposed neck when the older man twisted his head into the blanket under them, covering his mouth with his palm once again, although a soft moan still made it past his fingers.
The artist was having something resembling an emotional overload, unable to keep his vision straight and focusing on the singular action of not coming as Aiba continued to prepare him. A second of gasping for breath later, Ohno finally pulled himself together enough to begin tugging at his lover’s shirt frantically, trying to convey to him that he was more than ready and that they needed to be having sex right now.
It was more likely that Aiba simply interpreted the message as he wanted to, but his interpretation was accurate and momentarily he was pulling back enough to fit himself with a condom while Ohno opened his legs wider and propped up his knees in anticipation. He pulled his partner closer when Aiba leaned back down again, burying his face in the younger man’s neck in order to continue hiding the noises he couldn’t keep in, but when the cock began stretching him open, Ohno’s small gasp radiated throughout the room.
Aiba stopped and readjusted their position so he could capture Ohno’s mouth in his own, and then immediately moved his hips again, muffling the older man’s reactions as he got used to the sensation of their bodies being connected like this.
When he couldn’t take it anymore, gasping for breath himself, Aiba pulled back, lifting Ohno’s legs up higher on his waist and thrusting in again, watching closely as his partner struggled to keep his cries under control. The artist’s chin was tucked close to his chest and he was resting his forehead against Aiba’s collar, gasping for air but otherwise keeping his voice subdued.
Simply holding Ohno as he shook, the photographer continued his actions as gently as he could in his desperation, and then fumbled to find his lover’s cock when he felt his orgasm coming. It was fast, but expected considering the long wait leading up to this moment and the earlier foreplay in front of the couch.
Suddenly, the room felt completely silent, even though it was filled with only heavy breathing a moment ago, and both bodies tensed, frozen in their moment of bliss.
Aiba was the first to relax a little, pulling out of his boyfriend and falling next to him on the futon. Ohno promptly let out a sigh of relief as the pulses of heat continued to wash through his body and slowly his eyes drifted closed as fatigue from his release overtook the anticipation of sex.
When he felt a soft touch at his temple, the artist turned to meet Aiba’s intimate stare, and smiled satisfactorily as some hair was pushed back from his forehead. When he built up the energy, Ohno moved closer to his lover, who pulled him back into his arms, and the pair simply laid there, recovering from their intense love-making.
It was short lived, though, the photographer apologizing as he sat up, although he had a bright smile on his lips, and tucked himself back into his underwear before slowly opening the door to retreat to the living room, his jeans haphazardly falling off his hips.
Ohno watched sleepily as Aiba checked on Koharu, making sure she hadn’t woken up, then as he retrieved a throw blanket from the closet to tenderly lay over her, and finally as he proceeded to turn off the TV, overhead lights, and re-check the rest of the apartment.
When the photographer finally returned to the small room a minute later, he pulled his shirt off of his head and flipped on Koharu’s pink light to bathe them in a soft glow. Approaching him with a grin, Aiba forced Ohno to sit up and disposed of his shirt too, leaving the artist completely naked, although he wasn’t particularly embarrassed about it, still basking in his content release. Aiba stood once more, sliding his jeans and underwear off, and piled them at the foot of the futon while his boyfriend watched with interest. After he organized the lube and box of condoms that had been strewn across the floor, holding them in his hands, he sat in front of Ohno and pulled the older man forward for a soft kiss, still smiling blissfully.
The artist gave him a questioning look, wondering why they had taken their clothes off after they had had sex, but it was all explained a second later by Aiba himself.
“There’s a few more positions I want to try…” he giggled breathily, already leaning forward to kiss Ohno’s shoulder.
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Despite the bright sun shining in through the window indicating a very late sleeping in, when Ohno woke up the next day he was still exhausted. But that didn’t matter because he’d had sex with Aiba last night-several times-and they were perfect for each other and everything was right in the world.
Even when Ohno noticed that Koharu had managed to squeeze herself between their two naked bodies somewhere in the night, the sliding door remaining partially opened in her wake, he only smiled sleepily and decided to leave that explanation to Aiba. But, of course, he wanted to avoid some embarrassment, so the artist held back a sigh at the stiffness in his back, and scooted over to at least retrieve his boxers.
Sparing a quick glance as the sleeping father and daughter, Ohno grinned and slowly shuffled into the living room, opening the door the rest of the way and leaving it in its usual position before finding his shoulder bag, which he’d left by the entrance. He checked his phone for messages, not bothering to fight the irrepressible urge to send one to Jun. It was mostly composed of emoticons and didn’t say anything substantial about Aiba or sex, but he got a reply less than five minutes later, after he had finished his bathroom routine, with a curt Congratulations.
Humming to himself as he slowly shuffled over to the coffee maker and remembered how it work through a trial and error process (Aiba had showed him a few times, but until now Ohno hadn’t been able to properly listen to anything the photographer had told him because he’d get too caught up in watching his lips move and quickly stop paying attention). His phone buzzed again just as the tiny droplets of coffee began falling into the pot, and Ohno turned back to it curiously.
Did you talk to him about the show yet?
“Oh,” Ohno said out loud without realizing what he’d done. He’d been meaning to do that, since it was sort of important.
He was distracted again a second later when he heard a rather unmanly squeak from the bedroom and Ohno shuffled back in time to see Aiba struggling to keep from making any more noises or wide movements as he crawled out of the tangled futon. When he caught Ohno’s gaze he suddenly calmed down and smiled softly, stepping over his daughter to approach the older man. After a pause the photographer leaned against the door frame and simply watched his lover in return.
Ohno grinned. “It’s dangerous to walk around like that,” he mumbled, indicating his partner’s lack of clothing, and took a step closer.
“Oh really?” Aiba replied teasingly, stretching quite pointedly and leaning towards Ohno as the older man took another step. “Why’s that?”
The artist kissed him first, just a light peck, and explained, “You’ll get attacked,” in a low voice before pressing his palm firmly against Aiba’s exposed cock.
A groan come in return, but the father backed off after another quick kiss, escaping Ohno’s touches to instead retrieve his boxers, and the timing couldn’t have been better, since Koharu started to stir at the absence of her bed mates. She sat up and began rubbing her eyes while Aiba hurriedly covered his ass, and although she looked very tired, her hair mussed and face generally squinted, she was giving her father a questioning look.
Ohno decided to go back to his coffee.
But he could still hear the quiet conversation from his spot in front of the counter.
“Papa?”
It was silent for a minute and the artist was torn between sparing himself the embarrassment and helping his boyfriend with the awkward situation.
“What is it, honey?” the photographer finally asked in a cautious voice.
“How come you were sleeping without any underwear on?”
“Uh…” It was pretty obvious that Aiba had anticipated the topic, but still didn’t have anything to say in his own defense. “Well, it was very hot last night.”
“But you were in the futon…” Koharu replied immediately. “And you were snuggling really close to Oh-chan…” she trailed off, and Ohno wondered how the little girl was so perceptive in her young age.
Aiba sighed. “Honey, come here for a second. I have something to talk to you about.”
He couldn’t actually see what was happened, but Ohno imagined that the daughter followed the directions, probably sitting in Aiba’s lap or gently holding onto his arm.
There was another pause before he started his explanation in a low, gentle voice.
“Remember that I told you that I love Oh-chan very much?” The artist perked up, staring at the coffee as it slowly stopped dripping, wondering what kind of talk the father and child had had before now. “Well, when two people-two adults love each other very much, sometimes they sleep naked together. To show each other their love.”
Silently smiling at that explanation, surprised that Aiba had chosen a truthful, albeit still delicate, way to clarify the situation, Ohno opened up a cupboard above his head and pulled out two mugs, one for himself and one for the currently troubled man.
Koharu had started to say something in reply, but the father cut in gently. “The way I love Oh-chan is different from the way I love you, honey. Oh-chan is my boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?”
“Yes. Like a girlfriend, only he’s a boy.”
“So… if Papa is my papa, Oh-chan’s like my mommy?” Instead of sounding unsure about the comparison, Koharu sounded curious and maybe a little happy.
“…Something like that,” Aiba responded in an unconvinced voice, and Ohno bent over with silent laugher in front of the coffee pot. “Well, it’s a little harder to understand than that, honey. I’ll explain a few more things to you when you’re older, okay? Just understand that papa loves Oh-chan very much and that Oh-chan loves us too, okay?”
“I love Oh-chan back!” Koharu responded cheerfully and suddenly the little girl came running into the kitchen and threw herself at the artist, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her head into his side. Ohno’s reaction was delayed, but he turned and picked her up off the ground to balance her on his hip instead, giving the small girl the biggest smile he could.
“Oh-chan, I’m glad you could sleep over last night! And be naked with papa!” she said happily, grasping his neck and smiling back brightly.
“Me too, Haru-chan. Last night was fun, wasn’t it?” Ohno asked and she nodded in response. Aiba had come into the kitchen behind her and was now grinning along with the other two, especially when the artist turned to look at him.
“Ah!” the little girl said suddenly, bouncing a little in the man’s arms. “Does that mean you’re going to live here too, Oh-chan?” she asked with an excited expression.
Aiba look turned a little more serious and Ohno’s own smile softened too. “Sorry, Haru-chan. Not yet.”
Her expression fell a little, but it seemed that she noticed she’d asked a strange question and acted a little disappointed with herself for doing so.
“But I’ll keep coming over all the time. Every day if you want,” he added with the same gentle air as before and Koharu seemed to cheer up a bit.
“Okay.” She looked at the floor, so Ohno let her down and it appeared like she was about to scurry off when her eyes suddenly went wide and she pointed at the artist’s hip.
“Oh-chan! Did you get hurt?”
The older man looked down at the indicated area as Aiba walked closer to do the same, and then fully turned towards the little girl with a flushed face. It was a visible bruise in the general shape of Aiba’s thumb a few inches to the right of his belly button, and if there was one in that area, his back was probably sporting many more.
“It’s okay, Haru. I’m fine,” he tried to assure her, but she poked it once and then darted towards the bathroom without appearing to listen to him.
Aiba touched Ohno’s side gently too, and then slowly turned him to examine his back. “Oh my God, I’m sorry,” he whispered, his fingers running over the skin that was no doubt bruised much worse than his stomach.
Twisting around in the arms quickly, Ohno pulled his boyfriend near to him in a hug, worried that the photographer would hold back his affections because he had been hurt a little. The artist didn’t want that. He would have sex with Aiba every night if he could.
The sudden serious atmosphere was broken by a laugh from Aiba, and he rubbed his head against Ohno’s, pulling him closer and resting his hands on the shorter man’s lower back.
“I love you so much,” he sighed happily, but before Ohno could respond, Koharu had returned with a band aid in her hand, slowly opening it as she walked, and the artist faced her straight on so she wouldn’t notice the worse area.
She put the pink bandage gently over his small bruise and then patted it firmly before looking up at Ohno again. He smiled and thanked her, then received a quick hug before she went into the living room to throw the trash away in the bin by the television.
Both of the men were looking at Ohno’s bared chest, Aiba running his fingers over his sides again and the artist trying to figure out what he should do. It wasn’t like he could hide from Koharu all day, and he didn’t want to worry her or make Aiba feel guilty, but there was really only one solution that he could think of.
“I guess… I’d better put a shirt on,” he said hesitantly, and although Aiba frowned, he still nodded in agreement.
“I’ll pour the coffee and start on breakfast.”
Making sure that Koharu was distracted, busy cleaning up her toys that had been left out the night before, Ohno slunk into the side room to recover his clothes. But when his eyes fell on the pile that had been left by the two of them, he reached for Aiba’s shirt instead, picking it up and feeling the weight of it in his hands before slipping it over his head and immediately being surrounded by his lover’s scent. It was a little big, of course, but it was comfortable and a nice alternative to his own sweaty clothes from yesterday.
When he came back into the kitchen, the photographer was pouring the coffee into the second mug that had been set out a few moments earlier, and as he looked over at his boyfriend Aiba’s face suddenly broke out in his usual grin. After he finished what he was doing, Ohno only a few feet away from him now and smiling just as happily, Aiba pulled him close and they kissed for a few seconds.
Keeping his arms around the older man’s waist once their lips separated, Aiba continued to stand in the same spot, basking in the places they were touching and the fact that they were being allowed to in front of Koharu, at least to some extent. Ohno’s hands slowly slipped up the other’s shoulders to rest around his neck, feeling the overwhelming sunny atmosphere of his counterpart and unable to do anything but grin back, and suddenly remembered Jun’s message from a little while ago.
“There was something I wanted to ask you,” he started, cutting right to the point and staring into Aiba’s eyes, trying to show that he was looking for a serious response to his topic.
Much to his relief, the photographer gave him his full attention and tried to look like he was listening carefully.
In fact, Aiba was very curious about the sudden request. He couldn’t have been happier right now, even though he knew the talk he should be having with Koharu was looming closer and closer and that he hadn’t exactly been honest with his little girl and would probably pay for that later, but everything had worked out well for the time being.
Plus, he’d finally been able to have sex with Ohno, which was a beautiful thing. He could already feel how physically closer they were, and even though he’d hurt Ohno a little when he hadn’t meant to, his urge to get closer to his lover, to lay claim on him, was sated, at least for now.
“Will you take the pictures for my next show?”
Aiba blinked, his mind going blank for about five seconds before it took off at full speed, as if to make up for his hesitation.
“What?”
“…Take pictures of my pieces for the next show,” Ohno said again, his expression looking steeled, as if he knew that Aiba was going to refuse and that he was stubbornly going to make him.
Swallowing, the younger man let his arms drop away from Ohno and backed up a little, staring at Ohno’s face to make sure that he understood the request correctly. At the last show, where the two of them had met, Ohno’s figures had been there, but the focus of the event had been on the pictures that had been taken of them in various locations. They had been bigger than posters and skillfully done, to a level that Aiba didn’t think he could compare to.
“I… can’t…” he replied quietly, looking down at the floor. He didn’t want to ruin the show, or worse yet, Ohno’s reputation, because he wasn’t as good at his trade as Ohno was. Ohno’s art was fantastic and deserved equal talent when it came to his photographer.
“Aiba, I want you-“ the artist started to argue, but the younger man stopped him by putting a firm hand on his shoulder.
“Ohno, listen to me. I love you and we have a relationship and I understand that you want to involve me…” he started slowly, surprised that the words came to his mouth at the same time as he thought them. Aiba appreciated the chance for Ohno to share his fame with him, but it was too soon and too much pressure all around. And he told the artist as much, at least the very last part.
Before he verbally responded, Ohno gave him a stubborn expression, followed by a pouted lip. Aiba looked away because he didn’t think that was very fair-the photographer was a very soft person after all and especially with Ohno he knew he would probably give in when he absolutely didn’t want to.
“There won’t be as many as last time, and in the end… it was my decision to ask you, so I’ll take responsibility for it.”
“I won’t let you do that-“ Aiba started to counter, but looking back at Ohno was his mistake and he couldn’t finish. The artist’s eyes softened and he reached out his hand to tenderly take the photographer’s in his own.
“Aiba, I want you to do it. If the two of us work together… it’ll turn out amazing.” As he spoke, Ohno took a step closer until he could put his other hand on Aiba’s waist, pausing for a second before he added, “Don’t you think so?”
If the father was honest, he could see Ohno’s side of the argument. If it was for Ohno’s success as well as his own, Aiba would no doubt put that much more effort into his work, and being together with his boyfriend in that way would be incredible too… not to mention a miracle for his portfolio. But the same worry from earlier was still there, the fact that the pressure of Ohno’s career was put on his shoulders.
It was apparent that the shorter man knew he was giving in, though, because he smiled a little. “How about this? I’ll ask my previous photographer to come for the first few sessions so he can check your work and give you some tips.”
Aiba winced the second he realized that Ohno had him cornered and that he wouldn’t refuse now.
“Good,” the artist laughed at his boyfriend’s expression, and then pulled them back together for a long hug.
“I can’t believe this… What kind of scale are we talking about here? I’m going to have to talk to my boss about it,” he mumbled in an unbelieving voice, resting his head on Ohno’s and taking a deep breath, his heart beating too quickly at the overwhelming change that was about to happen to him. Even being published in a regular magazine, rather than just the amateur spot he’d gotten twice, would skyrocket his career, assuming his work was rated at least mediocre.
“Jun already did. He’s preparing the paperwork right now. Should be taken care of by Monday.”
Aiba could only laugh at the reply. He should have known.
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A/N: :) Salutations!
As you can see, I didn't split the chapter because no one asked me too. It's not as explicit as some of the things I've written anyway. ^.^; So maybe it's easy to skip over if you want to? :s
Well, it looks like there's about 3 chapters left after this. You're probably thinking,they had sex...where could this possibly go? but I'm sure you'll find a little excitement coming up for the finale. :) :)
As usual, any feedback and comments are welcome~
Chapter nine