Paint, Film, and Stuffed Animals
Title: Paint, Film, and Stuffed Animals
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Aiba/Ohno, Jun/Sho, Touma/Nino
Genre: Romance, AU
Chapter: epilogue
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
Chapter eight
Chapter nine
Chapter ten
Chapter eleven
Three years later
Ohno had barely gotten out of bed in time to see Aiba off to work. Breakfast was already on the table waiting for him, since Aiba was always able to get up on time to make it, but of course the photographer had already eaten and got dressed by the time the artist finally stumbled out from under the covers of their shared bed, and Koharu was only a few steps behind her father, prepared to go.
The couple shared a kiss in the doorway, as usual, and Ohno waved to his boyfriend as he headed down the stairs, then turned back to the kitchen to pour a cup of the coffee he could smell all the way through the apartment.
Before he got that far, though, Koharu was running through the living room in front of him, grabbing her backpack from the couch and then almost tackling the artist in a hug before heading to the door herself. Ohno followed more sluggishly and managed to give her a kiss on the head as the young girl finished putting on her shoes.
She giggled first, then said, slightly out of breath, “I’m late, Oh-chan! Hiroshi-kun is waiting for me!”
“Oh. Don’t keep him, then,” he replied sleepily, and Koharu sent him a mildly amused look before darting out of the door. After they had moved into their new place, she had instantly made friends with a boy in the apartment building down the street, and they had walked to school almost every day since, escorted by Hiroshi’s older sister.
It seemed like just as quickly as the other two were taken care of, Ohno was left alone… but that was simply part of their daily routine now. Besides, he got easily distracted when they were around and didn’t get any art work done, so it was probably a good thing in the long run.
After pouring a hot cup of coffee and eating his breakfast next to the wide window that looked out on the park down the street, Ohno cleaned up the dishes from the table and spent a moment tidying a few other things before he made his way into his art studio.
In the last little while his popularity had lessened a bit, mostly due to the fact that he didn’t have as much of a social life as before, opting to stay at home with Aiba instead of going out to dinner with a potential client (unless Jun forced him to, but that didn’t happen very often).
Ohno didn’t really care, though. In fact, he liked it this way better because he got to be with the people he loved so much. And the chance of getting dangerous stalkers was no doubt reduced as well.
Of course Aiba had gained more work and had carved out his own niche in the art world and the two of them worked together as much as they could, so much that you almost couldn’t find one of their names without the other. It was probably only a matter of time before someone found out they were living together and they hit the tabloids, but the artist found that he didn’t really care about that either. If it didn’t boost their popularity (which Jun assured him it would), he would be content to do simple illustrations for the rest of his life. Or maybe he would open a bakery like the one he had worked at so long ago…
After pulling a cover off of the piece he’d started on a few days ago, before he’d neglected it for a sketch of Ogura to send with the latest piece the older man had ordered from him, Ohno looked it over once before arranging his equipment around his stool in front of the easel. All of his supplies fit in the room, which was obviously smaller than his old studio, but they also had a storage garage outside that he put his less used items in until he needed them, so it had worked out so far.
Over time, Koharu had continued on with her own work too, and had drawn him hundreds of pictures which decorated most of the space in his studio right now, at least as far up as she could reach to hang them. He admired each of them when she put them up, noticing immediately if there was something new whether she told him or not.
And of course he still had his own personal collection, the poster sized photo of Aiba’s jumping fish in the living room, and magazine cut outs from their first exhibition together hung in frames in their bedroom.
His own work had piled up, too, the sketches of Aiba sleeping or Koharu drawing something herself, not to mention the ones that had actually turned into a larger painting or other media of art that he would never sell for anything in the world. And between all of that, his studio always looked like a mess compared to the rest of the house.
But he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Once he got started on the piece, the hours passed quickly, and by the time he realized that he was humming a song he’d heard on the radio the other day to himself, his stomach rumbled and he was shaken out of his art trance.
The first thing he did was to find the portable radio that had been left in Koharu’s room yesterday. (Since a new CD of the idol band she had grown interested in had come out recently, she had convinced Ohno to buy it for her once she’d gotten home from school, then proceeded to listen to it for several hours afterward.) He got some music going, discovering that the song he had been humming was none other than the one on the CD (no wonder it was stuck in his head), and then went back to the kitchen to pour another cup of coffee. Although he was hungry, he decided to work on his piece just a little longer and make something to eat later, while he talked to Masaki on his lunch break via cell phone, as they did at least every other day.
But he took some cookies back with him anyway and munched on them as he picked up his brush once more and examined his work, the soft music filtering into his little studio from the front room to accompany him as he promptly returned to his own world.
Before his scheduled lunch time rolled around, though, he heard a few steps coming towards him from the kitchen, although it wasn’t quite enough to shake him from his trance. And he still couldn’t tear his eyes away from where he was detailing some shining sequins on the painted man’s shirt, even when the person had come into his studio, sneaking up behind him.
In retrospect, he probably should have been more worried about the whole thing, but it was Aiba who wrapped his arms around Ohno’s waist and dropped his head heavily on his shoulder.
“Hey baby,” he whispered in a husky voice, nuzzling the back of his boyfriend’s ear, despite the artist’s refusal to put down his paint brush.
It wasn’t until he had finished with the sequins and was receiving light kisses at the neck that Ohno finally released his attention on the piece of art and turned to ask, “Why are you here?” with a dazed voice.
“I took the day off,” Aiba replied automatically, as if it was the most natural thing in the world (although in fact it was not-Aiba was one of the hardest working men that Ohno had ever known, even if there wasn’t much to compare him to).
His shirt was slowly being pulled up as he replied, “Why?”
With a secretive smile, Aiba said, “Because I felt like it,” before drawing his boyfriend in for a deep kiss, ending the conversation on the spot.
Ohno had all the time in the world to finish his piece, so when he was slowly pulled up from his stool by a pair of strong arms, he didn’t resist, and even started his own roaming of Aiba’s smooth back. Despite apparently taking a day off, the photographer was still wearing his usual work clothes and had left as usual a few hours ago… but Ohno decided it didn’t matter as much as where Aiba’s hand was headed (into his pants).
Before they had made it out of the studio, Ohno’s shirt had been dropped onto the floor and Aiba’s own was unbuttoned all the way, even if he was wearing a tank top underneath. By the time they stumbled through the front room towards their bedroom, though, that had been lost too, followed by the sweat pants that Ohno had been wearing since he had woken up.
Of course he was completely naked when he was pushed onto their shared bed, and he managed to get off the slacks and underwear that Aiba was still wearing despite his restrained position, allowing their hands to become occupied with touching instead of undressing each other.
“Masaki…” Ohno mumbled as he ran his hands up the firm chest, feeling all the bumps of muscles and bones under his fingers, and then allowed his thumbs to gently rest on his nipples, moving around them in teasing circles.
He was already hard when Aiba went straight for his cock, jerking it up with a firm grip, because it had been almost a month now since they’d had sex. They were busy with living, so to speak, and when they did have time, they couldn’t sneak off because of Koharu, who never wanted to be left out of anything, even when she had other friends over to distract her. They had managed a few rounds in the shower when necessary, or late nights when Aiba could afford to sleep in the next morning, but they still had to be careful of making too much noise in those instances.
So Ohno didn’t hold back his gasps of Masaki now, because she wasn’t due home from school for several hours and they should take the chance while they had it.
“Satoshi, I love you so much,” Aiba mumbled in his ear, leaning down to kiss Ohno’s neck and bring their bodies close together, and he moaned back at him, trying to catch his breath. He had only been in his studio, contently painting, five minutes ago.
After spreading his kisses across Ohno’s collar too, Aiba retreated a little and reached over to the bedside dresser, where they kept the lube and condoms in the only drawer there and the artist pushed himself farther up on the bed, spreading his legs anxiously to wait for his lover.
Opening the small bottle, Aiba poured a few drops straight onto Ohno’s erection, which he immediately spread over the dark flesh, and then put some more onto his own fingers before closing it and tossing it onto the bed.
Ohno let out a soft hah and bit his lip as the first long finger slid inside of him. Even though they had sex a lot over the years, he could tell that he was tight right now, and Aiba verbalized the same sentiment a moment later.
“Is it gonna be okay?” he mumbled, barely making sense, but Ohno nodded, so Aiba worked his finger in a little more before adding some lube and pushing in two. His mouth attached to his nipple, sucking lightly and running his tongue around the hard nub, while his free hand reached up to gently cup Ohno’s cheek, his fingers in his hair while his thumb stroked his hot skin.
And then he leaned back, his lusty eyes running up and down the willing body of his boyfriend and obviously taking in everything that he could.
“Ah, Masaki.”
“You look so sexy right now, Satoshi.”
“Please…”
“I can see everything so clearly,” Aiba added, pointedly looking at where his fingers were thrusting in and out of him, but Ohno didn’t move to cover himself, even if the statement embarrassed him a little.
And then he gasped as he felt a jolt of pleasure race all the way through his body, from his prostate to the tip of his cock.
“Right there, right? I know everything about what Satoshi likes,” he bragged in a low voice, running his finger over the soft spot as he continued to thrust his fingers.
Ohno closed his eyes, twitching as Aiba tortured him, then took a deep breath when the fingers left him. Although he could blatantly feel the slack left in the digits’ wake, his body was relieved to have a short break since his nerves were on fire and sweat was already dripping down his neck.
Besides, nothing was more erotic to him than watching Aiba stroke himself, even if it was just to adjust the condom and make sure his cock was completely ready to go.
Aiba climbed completely on top of him, kissing him deeply as Ohno wrapped his legs around his waist, pulling himself up to wait for the penetration, which started momentarily.
“Tell me if you want me to slow down,” he whispered under his breath, kissing the side of Ohno’s mouth.
He shook his head minutely and gasped in return as he felt himself being stretched again, simply letting his body react to his boyfriend’s touches.
“Satoshi… I love you…” Aiba struggled to get out, his face pinched in pleasure, “I love you so much.”
“Masaki-“ Ohno started to reply, but his full response was lost to gasps as Aiba began thrusting into him at full speed, bringing their combined arousal to the breaking point.
Although his legs were slipping down Aiba’s sweaty back and his thighs hurt from the effort already, Ohno did his best to keep himself in place as his boyfriend frantically moved, letting his voice out louder than usual, since they didn’t have anything to worry about and he certainly felt like doing so. Somehow this unanticipated afternoon fling made him really excited at the unpredictability of it all, and he had been caught up in Aiba’s whirlwind self, just like usual.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Aiba repeated over and over, in time with his motions, and Ohno let out loud gasps and noises of pleasure like ah and oh.
Adjusted his weight to work his hand in between them, Aiba began stroking Ohno’s cock almost roughly, his hot breath and sweet words pressed into the skin of the artist’s neck.
“Oh-chan I’m coming-“ he let out as if it were one word, pressing his cheek into the other man’s so that their mouths were almost touching, and let out a few whimpers of his own as his cock spasmed inside of Ohno.
With a few more strokes, feeling Aiba’s intensity through his grip and becoming even more worked up by the ragged breath he could taste on his lips, Ohno came too, on Aiba’s hand and even a little on his slick chest.
And then they were kissing again, slow and relaxed and very wet, and even as Aiba turned to fall on his side, bringing Ohno, who was still wrapped around him, with him, their lips stayed locked, tongues running over each other. While their mouths were occupied, Aiba’s hand slowly slid down Ohno’s sweaty back and cupped his ass before continuing to the outside of his thigh to rest in the crook of his bent knee.
When they finally pulled away several minutes later, Aiba grinned at Ohno, who returned the expression with half lidded eyes, and they both helped to become untangled, from each other as well as the bed sheets that had been left in disarray after Ohno had gotten up this morning.
Getting off the bed once they were free, Aiba tossed the condom and got a tissue from the nearby box to clean up Ohno, who had immediately closed his eyes, ready for an afternoon nap, despite not having much of a lunch.
Although they should probably do it again, given the prime opportunity they had now and Aiba’s usual request, Ohno couldn’t keep his eyes open and Aiba wasn’t encouraging him to, instead just smiling warmly and giving him feather kisses across his face.
Nothing was said by either of them, and Ohno didn’t stop himself from drifting off, basking in the sun from the window and the glow of an excellent bout of sex with the person he loved.
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Ohno wasn’t sure how long he had slept, but when he woke he was still naked and the sheets were wrapped around him somewhat haphazardly. Aiba was kneeling next to the bed in front of him, also without any clothes, tracing his facial features gently with his fingers.
“Sorry for waking you, Satoshi.”
He tried to mumbled something like don’t worry, but he was pretty sure the words didn’t properly make it out of his mouth in the order they should have. Aiba smiled, though, his soft loving Aiba smile, and pushed some of his hair back out of Ohno’s face while he waited for more of his conscious to come back.
“I wanted to ask you before Koharu got back,” he explained slowly, then turned to pick up something up from the floor next to him.
He slid it across the bed slowly, so that Ohno could get a good look at it, then let go of it when it was just in front of his face.
It was a black velvet box.
Ohno sat up, his eyes never leaving the item, but after a moment he had to look at Aiba for some clue, even if there was nothing distinguishable on his boyfriend’s face.
So he opened it and was confronted with a simple ring made of silver.
He looked at Aiba again, completely not getting what was going on right now.
“Ohno Satoshi. Will you marry me?”
His heart almost fell out of his chest at those words, Ohno’s eyes wide and mind blank.
He couldn’t say anything.
After a short silence, Aiba urged, “Try it on,” his expression not changing from the excitement he had been displaying since the beginning, and when Ohno didn’t move to do so, took the ring out of the box and slid it onto his thin finger himself. Of course it fit perfectly.
Ohno stared at it, holding his hand up a little to get a better look, completely caught off guard by the suggestion. Is that why Aiba had taken the day off?
As if reading his mind, his boyfriend replied, “I went to pick it up this morning. I was planning on asking you for a while.”
But still, Ohno couldn’t say anything. Marriage? Could they even do that?
The idea of giving himself to Aiba for life, though… well, that wasn’t something he was adverse to.
“Well…?” Aiba tried again with a slightly raised eyebrow, as if he was finding the lack of words amusing. They had both been silent for almost a minute following the initial explanation, and although Aiba looked confident of his answer, it was only fair for Ohno to respond… somehow.
“Uh… well, okay.”
It was all he could think of.
“Great!” Aiba replied, not put off by the almost neutral reply, and launched off the ground to kiss Ohno firmly on the mouth.
Finally, the reality of the decision hit him hard, sending a warm sensation through his veins and leaving butterflies in his stomach, and Ohno grinned so wide his cheeks hurt, hugging Aiba tightly.
“I love you so much, Oh-chan,” he giggled, their noses still touching even though the kiss had broken, and Ohno didn’t hesitate in his reply this time.
“I love you too, Masaki.”
And then they heard the front door shut and before either of them could react, more footsteps were heard in the kitchen, one fast pair and another following more slowly.
“Oh-chan! I brought-Oh no!” came Koharu’s voice. “Hiroshi-kun, don’t come in! They’re being naked together again!” It appeared she had only made it to the living room, but must have seen their clothes that had been strewn around and made the connection by herself.
“Just wait one second before you come in!” Aiba called out, releasing Ohno and pulling a pair of nearby sweats to him. He slipped them on while Ohno fell back into his sleeping position, looking at his new ring curiously. It felt a little heavy, like the fish necklace he still wore around his neck, but it wasn’t bad. He sort of liked it.
Aiba shuffled over to the door, peaking out to make sure the coast was clear before he quickly cleaned up their clothes, from both Ohno’s studio and the living room.
“Papa? What are you doing home?” Ohno heard Koharu ask.
“Hi honey. I got home early,” he replied casually, almost all the way back in the bedroom, turning around to reply but making sure he was mostly hidden by the partially closed door.
“And you were being naked with Oh-chan?” she asked, her voice almost disappointed, and Ohno stopped himself from laughing at the embarrassed look that was sure to be on Aiba’s face.
“That’s right honey,” he said in a lowered voice, trying not to let Hiroshi, who was probably waiting in the kitchen, hear.
“Is he in bed now?” she asked with a slightly more encouraged voice, and it was his turn to jump when Koharu suddenly came into view, walking right past her father even though he tried to keep her out.
Ohno did his best to pull the covers up to shield his chest too, the rest still wrapped around his legs, and watched the girl with what he hoped was neutral and not shocked eyes as she bounded over the bed, acting as if nothing was out of place.
“Oh-chan I told Hiroshi I would show him my drawings in your studio is it okay?” she asked quickly, leaning against the bed and half kneeling on the floor, just like Aiba had done earlier, as she looked into his eyes unabashedly.
It was his turn to blush deeply now, trying to adjust the blankets around him as he mumbled, “That’s fine, Haru. I’ll come in in a minute.”
“Okay, Oh-chan! Thank you!” she responded immediately, but as she was pushing herself off the ground she paused and pointed to his hand, where it was tightly gripping the sheets. “Oh-chan, what’s that?”
He looked at the new ring on his finger, which was sparkling in the sunlight, and suddenly smiled. “Me and papa are getting married.”
“What?!” she exclaimed happily, jumping up and turning to look at her father for confirmation. He was half bent over, picking up the rest of their clothes, but at the attention, stood up straight and grinned widely.
“That’s right.”
“Wow!” she replied, turning back to Ohno with bright eyes. “Are we going to buy a wedding dress? Do I get to wear one too?”
Chuckling first, Ohno replied with, “We’ll see,” even though he certainly wasn’t going to wear a dress. They hadn’t made any plans yet, but Koharu would get something nice, of course.
“Honey, Hiroshi-kun’s waiting for you,” Aiba gently reminded her, and Koharu jumped up with realization, rushing back into the front room to her friend, and the father softly shut the door behind her so that they could get dressed.
They took a moment to kiss again, both of them beaming with happiness at Koharu’s enthusiasm, but after that Ohno managed to get himself out of bed and they both got their clothes back on, the artist in his previous sleep gear of sweat pants and a t-shirt, and Aiba in something much more comfortable than his work clothes.
“How about something to eat?” he giggled as they walked into the main part of the apartment, and Ohno realized neither of them had even eaten lunch yet, and here Koharu was home from school already. “I’ll make a snack for Haru and Hiroshi-kun, too.”
Ohno smiled and nodded, watching distractedly as Aiba walked into the kitchen with a stupid grin still on his face, opening the fridge to find something for them. A sudden image came to Ohno’s mind, of the two of them in ten years when Koharu was all grown up, Aiba looking almost the same but with a few more eye wrinkles and Ohno a tiny old man (well, he wouldn’t be that old, but it was the only thing he could conjure for himself), doing the same thing that they were doing right now, completely domesticated. It gave him a warm feeling in his stomach.
Taking one more look at his ring, shining brightly on his finger, Ohno turned as Koharu called out to him and went into his studio to join the two children, who were already noisily examining anything and everything they could.
Things wouldn’t be the same forever, especially with Koharu, but no matter what came, Ohno knew they could all make it through it together.
THE END
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A/N: Sort of. Working on a Sakumoto side story right now, but there will probably be some delay in posting.
As you can see, I managed to finish the story in a reasonable amount of time. :) I told myself I couldn't write for a week even if I felt like it, and reverse psychology had its desired effect. I'm still a little burnt out, but I feel like it's a little more about being bored with the stories in my head already and not with writing too much (as I haven't written anything substantial in a while). I also wrote a Matsuken/Nino story that will be posted sometime soon, and my offer for a fanfiction trade is still open. You write me Matsuken/Nino and I'll write you anything. ^.^ Length doesn't matter and I don't care if you've never written anything before in your life.
Anyway, as we are at the ending, I'd love to hear what your favorite part of the story was. Or anything about the story overall in addition to the last part. :) Thanks so much for finishing it and please favor me in the future too!! <3
Also, thanks to yarukizero, who managed to get motivated enough to beta this in a timely manner. <3
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Aiba/Ohno, Jun/Sho, Touma/Nino
Genre: Romance, AU
Chapter: epilogue
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
Chapter eight
Chapter nine
Chapter ten
Chapter eleven
Three years later
Ohno had barely gotten out of bed in time to see Aiba off to work. Breakfast was already on the table waiting for him, since Aiba was always able to get up on time to make it, but of course the photographer had already eaten and got dressed by the time the artist finally stumbled out from under the covers of their shared bed, and Koharu was only a few steps behind her father, prepared to go.
The couple shared a kiss in the doorway, as usual, and Ohno waved to his boyfriend as he headed down the stairs, then turned back to the kitchen to pour a cup of the coffee he could smell all the way through the apartment.
Before he got that far, though, Koharu was running through the living room in front of him, grabbing her backpack from the couch and then almost tackling the artist in a hug before heading to the door herself. Ohno followed more sluggishly and managed to give her a kiss on the head as the young girl finished putting on her shoes.
She giggled first, then said, slightly out of breath, “I’m late, Oh-chan! Hiroshi-kun is waiting for me!”
“Oh. Don’t keep him, then,” he replied sleepily, and Koharu sent him a mildly amused look before darting out of the door. After they had moved into their new place, she had instantly made friends with a boy in the apartment building down the street, and they had walked to school almost every day since, escorted by Hiroshi’s older sister.
It seemed like just as quickly as the other two were taken care of, Ohno was left alone… but that was simply part of their daily routine now. Besides, he got easily distracted when they were around and didn’t get any art work done, so it was probably a good thing in the long run.
After pouring a hot cup of coffee and eating his breakfast next to the wide window that looked out on the park down the street, Ohno cleaned up the dishes from the table and spent a moment tidying a few other things before he made his way into his art studio.
In the last little while his popularity had lessened a bit, mostly due to the fact that he didn’t have as much of a social life as before, opting to stay at home with Aiba instead of going out to dinner with a potential client (unless Jun forced him to, but that didn’t happen very often).
Ohno didn’t really care, though. In fact, he liked it this way better because he got to be with the people he loved so much. And the chance of getting dangerous stalkers was no doubt reduced as well.
Of course Aiba had gained more work and had carved out his own niche in the art world and the two of them worked together as much as they could, so much that you almost couldn’t find one of their names without the other. It was probably only a matter of time before someone found out they were living together and they hit the tabloids, but the artist found that he didn’t really care about that either. If it didn’t boost their popularity (which Jun assured him it would), he would be content to do simple illustrations for the rest of his life. Or maybe he would open a bakery like the one he had worked at so long ago…
After pulling a cover off of the piece he’d started on a few days ago, before he’d neglected it for a sketch of Ogura to send with the latest piece the older man had ordered from him, Ohno looked it over once before arranging his equipment around his stool in front of the easel. All of his supplies fit in the room, which was obviously smaller than his old studio, but they also had a storage garage outside that he put his less used items in until he needed them, so it had worked out so far.
Over time, Koharu had continued on with her own work too, and had drawn him hundreds of pictures which decorated most of the space in his studio right now, at least as far up as she could reach to hang them. He admired each of them when she put them up, noticing immediately if there was something new whether she told him or not.
And of course he still had his own personal collection, the poster sized photo of Aiba’s jumping fish in the living room, and magazine cut outs from their first exhibition together hung in frames in their bedroom.
His own work had piled up, too, the sketches of Aiba sleeping or Koharu drawing something herself, not to mention the ones that had actually turned into a larger painting or other media of art that he would never sell for anything in the world. And between all of that, his studio always looked like a mess compared to the rest of the house.
But he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Once he got started on the piece, the hours passed quickly, and by the time he realized that he was humming a song he’d heard on the radio the other day to himself, his stomach rumbled and he was shaken out of his art trance.
The first thing he did was to find the portable radio that had been left in Koharu’s room yesterday. (Since a new CD of the idol band she had grown interested in had come out recently, she had convinced Ohno to buy it for her once she’d gotten home from school, then proceeded to listen to it for several hours afterward.) He got some music going, discovering that the song he had been humming was none other than the one on the CD (no wonder it was stuck in his head), and then went back to the kitchen to pour another cup of coffee. Although he was hungry, he decided to work on his piece just a little longer and make something to eat later, while he talked to Masaki on his lunch break via cell phone, as they did at least every other day.
But he took some cookies back with him anyway and munched on them as he picked up his brush once more and examined his work, the soft music filtering into his little studio from the front room to accompany him as he promptly returned to his own world.
Before his scheduled lunch time rolled around, though, he heard a few steps coming towards him from the kitchen, although it wasn’t quite enough to shake him from his trance. And he still couldn’t tear his eyes away from where he was detailing some shining sequins on the painted man’s shirt, even when the person had come into his studio, sneaking up behind him.
In retrospect, he probably should have been more worried about the whole thing, but it was Aiba who wrapped his arms around Ohno’s waist and dropped his head heavily on his shoulder.
“Hey baby,” he whispered in a husky voice, nuzzling the back of his boyfriend’s ear, despite the artist’s refusal to put down his paint brush.
It wasn’t until he had finished with the sequins and was receiving light kisses at the neck that Ohno finally released his attention on the piece of art and turned to ask, “Why are you here?” with a dazed voice.
“I took the day off,” Aiba replied automatically, as if it was the most natural thing in the world (although in fact it was not-Aiba was one of the hardest working men that Ohno had ever known, even if there wasn’t much to compare him to).
His shirt was slowly being pulled up as he replied, “Why?”
With a secretive smile, Aiba said, “Because I felt like it,” before drawing his boyfriend in for a deep kiss, ending the conversation on the spot.
Ohno had all the time in the world to finish his piece, so when he was slowly pulled up from his stool by a pair of strong arms, he didn’t resist, and even started his own roaming of Aiba’s smooth back. Despite apparently taking a day off, the photographer was still wearing his usual work clothes and had left as usual a few hours ago… but Ohno decided it didn’t matter as much as where Aiba’s hand was headed (into his pants).
Before they had made it out of the studio, Ohno’s shirt had been dropped onto the floor and Aiba’s own was unbuttoned all the way, even if he was wearing a tank top underneath. By the time they stumbled through the front room towards their bedroom, though, that had been lost too, followed by the sweat pants that Ohno had been wearing since he had woken up.
Of course he was completely naked when he was pushed onto their shared bed, and he managed to get off the slacks and underwear that Aiba was still wearing despite his restrained position, allowing their hands to become occupied with touching instead of undressing each other.
“Masaki…” Ohno mumbled as he ran his hands up the firm chest, feeling all the bumps of muscles and bones under his fingers, and then allowed his thumbs to gently rest on his nipples, moving around them in teasing circles.
He was already hard when Aiba went straight for his cock, jerking it up with a firm grip, because it had been almost a month now since they’d had sex. They were busy with living, so to speak, and when they did have time, they couldn’t sneak off because of Koharu, who never wanted to be left out of anything, even when she had other friends over to distract her. They had managed a few rounds in the shower when necessary, or late nights when Aiba could afford to sleep in the next morning, but they still had to be careful of making too much noise in those instances.
So Ohno didn’t hold back his gasps of Masaki now, because she wasn’t due home from school for several hours and they should take the chance while they had it.
“Satoshi, I love you so much,” Aiba mumbled in his ear, leaning down to kiss Ohno’s neck and bring their bodies close together, and he moaned back at him, trying to catch his breath. He had only been in his studio, contently painting, five minutes ago.
After spreading his kisses across Ohno’s collar too, Aiba retreated a little and reached over to the bedside dresser, where they kept the lube and condoms in the only drawer there and the artist pushed himself farther up on the bed, spreading his legs anxiously to wait for his lover.
Opening the small bottle, Aiba poured a few drops straight onto Ohno’s erection, which he immediately spread over the dark flesh, and then put some more onto his own fingers before closing it and tossing it onto the bed.
Ohno let out a soft hah and bit his lip as the first long finger slid inside of him. Even though they had sex a lot over the years, he could tell that he was tight right now, and Aiba verbalized the same sentiment a moment later.
“Is it gonna be okay?” he mumbled, barely making sense, but Ohno nodded, so Aiba worked his finger in a little more before adding some lube and pushing in two. His mouth attached to his nipple, sucking lightly and running his tongue around the hard nub, while his free hand reached up to gently cup Ohno’s cheek, his fingers in his hair while his thumb stroked his hot skin.
And then he leaned back, his lusty eyes running up and down the willing body of his boyfriend and obviously taking in everything that he could.
“Ah, Masaki.”
“You look so sexy right now, Satoshi.”
“Please…”
“I can see everything so clearly,” Aiba added, pointedly looking at where his fingers were thrusting in and out of him, but Ohno didn’t move to cover himself, even if the statement embarrassed him a little.
And then he gasped as he felt a jolt of pleasure race all the way through his body, from his prostate to the tip of his cock.
“Right there, right? I know everything about what Satoshi likes,” he bragged in a low voice, running his finger over the soft spot as he continued to thrust his fingers.
Ohno closed his eyes, twitching as Aiba tortured him, then took a deep breath when the fingers left him. Although he could blatantly feel the slack left in the digits’ wake, his body was relieved to have a short break since his nerves were on fire and sweat was already dripping down his neck.
Besides, nothing was more erotic to him than watching Aiba stroke himself, even if it was just to adjust the condom and make sure his cock was completely ready to go.
Aiba climbed completely on top of him, kissing him deeply as Ohno wrapped his legs around his waist, pulling himself up to wait for the penetration, which started momentarily.
“Tell me if you want me to slow down,” he whispered under his breath, kissing the side of Ohno’s mouth.
He shook his head minutely and gasped in return as he felt himself being stretched again, simply letting his body react to his boyfriend’s touches.
“Satoshi… I love you…” Aiba struggled to get out, his face pinched in pleasure, “I love you so much.”
“Masaki-“ Ohno started to reply, but his full response was lost to gasps as Aiba began thrusting into him at full speed, bringing their combined arousal to the breaking point.
Although his legs were slipping down Aiba’s sweaty back and his thighs hurt from the effort already, Ohno did his best to keep himself in place as his boyfriend frantically moved, letting his voice out louder than usual, since they didn’t have anything to worry about and he certainly felt like doing so. Somehow this unanticipated afternoon fling made him really excited at the unpredictability of it all, and he had been caught up in Aiba’s whirlwind self, just like usual.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Aiba repeated over and over, in time with his motions, and Ohno let out loud gasps and noises of pleasure like ah and oh.
Adjusted his weight to work his hand in between them, Aiba began stroking Ohno’s cock almost roughly, his hot breath and sweet words pressed into the skin of the artist’s neck.
“Oh-chan I’m coming-“ he let out as if it were one word, pressing his cheek into the other man’s so that their mouths were almost touching, and let out a few whimpers of his own as his cock spasmed inside of Ohno.
With a few more strokes, feeling Aiba’s intensity through his grip and becoming even more worked up by the ragged breath he could taste on his lips, Ohno came too, on Aiba’s hand and even a little on his slick chest.
And then they were kissing again, slow and relaxed and very wet, and even as Aiba turned to fall on his side, bringing Ohno, who was still wrapped around him, with him, their lips stayed locked, tongues running over each other. While their mouths were occupied, Aiba’s hand slowly slid down Ohno’s sweaty back and cupped his ass before continuing to the outside of his thigh to rest in the crook of his bent knee.
When they finally pulled away several minutes later, Aiba grinned at Ohno, who returned the expression with half lidded eyes, and they both helped to become untangled, from each other as well as the bed sheets that had been left in disarray after Ohno had gotten up this morning.
Getting off the bed once they were free, Aiba tossed the condom and got a tissue from the nearby box to clean up Ohno, who had immediately closed his eyes, ready for an afternoon nap, despite not having much of a lunch.
Although they should probably do it again, given the prime opportunity they had now and Aiba’s usual request, Ohno couldn’t keep his eyes open and Aiba wasn’t encouraging him to, instead just smiling warmly and giving him feather kisses across his face.
Nothing was said by either of them, and Ohno didn’t stop himself from drifting off, basking in the sun from the window and the glow of an excellent bout of sex with the person he loved.
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Ohno wasn’t sure how long he had slept, but when he woke he was still naked and the sheets were wrapped around him somewhat haphazardly. Aiba was kneeling next to the bed in front of him, also without any clothes, tracing his facial features gently with his fingers.
“Sorry for waking you, Satoshi.”
He tried to mumbled something like don’t worry, but he was pretty sure the words didn’t properly make it out of his mouth in the order they should have. Aiba smiled, though, his soft loving Aiba smile, and pushed some of his hair back out of Ohno’s face while he waited for more of his conscious to come back.
“I wanted to ask you before Koharu got back,” he explained slowly, then turned to pick up something up from the floor next to him.
He slid it across the bed slowly, so that Ohno could get a good look at it, then let go of it when it was just in front of his face.
It was a black velvet box.
Ohno sat up, his eyes never leaving the item, but after a moment he had to look at Aiba for some clue, even if there was nothing distinguishable on his boyfriend’s face.
So he opened it and was confronted with a simple ring made of silver.
He looked at Aiba again, completely not getting what was going on right now.
“Ohno Satoshi. Will you marry me?”
His heart almost fell out of his chest at those words, Ohno’s eyes wide and mind blank.
He couldn’t say anything.
After a short silence, Aiba urged, “Try it on,” his expression not changing from the excitement he had been displaying since the beginning, and when Ohno didn’t move to do so, took the ring out of the box and slid it onto his thin finger himself. Of course it fit perfectly.
Ohno stared at it, holding his hand up a little to get a better look, completely caught off guard by the suggestion. Is that why Aiba had taken the day off?
As if reading his mind, his boyfriend replied, “I went to pick it up this morning. I was planning on asking you for a while.”
But still, Ohno couldn’t say anything. Marriage? Could they even do that?
The idea of giving himself to Aiba for life, though… well, that wasn’t something he was adverse to.
“Well…?” Aiba tried again with a slightly raised eyebrow, as if he was finding the lack of words amusing. They had both been silent for almost a minute following the initial explanation, and although Aiba looked confident of his answer, it was only fair for Ohno to respond… somehow.
“Uh… well, okay.”
It was all he could think of.
“Great!” Aiba replied, not put off by the almost neutral reply, and launched off the ground to kiss Ohno firmly on the mouth.
Finally, the reality of the decision hit him hard, sending a warm sensation through his veins and leaving butterflies in his stomach, and Ohno grinned so wide his cheeks hurt, hugging Aiba tightly.
“I love you so much, Oh-chan,” he giggled, their noses still touching even though the kiss had broken, and Ohno didn’t hesitate in his reply this time.
“I love you too, Masaki.”
And then they heard the front door shut and before either of them could react, more footsteps were heard in the kitchen, one fast pair and another following more slowly.
“Oh-chan! I brought-Oh no!” came Koharu’s voice. “Hiroshi-kun, don’t come in! They’re being naked together again!” It appeared she had only made it to the living room, but must have seen their clothes that had been strewn around and made the connection by herself.
“Just wait one second before you come in!” Aiba called out, releasing Ohno and pulling a pair of nearby sweats to him. He slipped them on while Ohno fell back into his sleeping position, looking at his new ring curiously. It felt a little heavy, like the fish necklace he still wore around his neck, but it wasn’t bad. He sort of liked it.
Aiba shuffled over to the door, peaking out to make sure the coast was clear before he quickly cleaned up their clothes, from both Ohno’s studio and the living room.
“Papa? What are you doing home?” Ohno heard Koharu ask.
“Hi honey. I got home early,” he replied casually, almost all the way back in the bedroom, turning around to reply but making sure he was mostly hidden by the partially closed door.
“And you were being naked with Oh-chan?” she asked, her voice almost disappointed, and Ohno stopped himself from laughing at the embarrassed look that was sure to be on Aiba’s face.
“That’s right honey,” he said in a lowered voice, trying not to let Hiroshi, who was probably waiting in the kitchen, hear.
“Is he in bed now?” she asked with a slightly more encouraged voice, and it was his turn to jump when Koharu suddenly came into view, walking right past her father even though he tried to keep her out.
Ohno did his best to pull the covers up to shield his chest too, the rest still wrapped around his legs, and watched the girl with what he hoped was neutral and not shocked eyes as she bounded over the bed, acting as if nothing was out of place.
“Oh-chan I told Hiroshi I would show him my drawings in your studio is it okay?” she asked quickly, leaning against the bed and half kneeling on the floor, just like Aiba had done earlier, as she looked into his eyes unabashedly.
It was his turn to blush deeply now, trying to adjust the blankets around him as he mumbled, “That’s fine, Haru. I’ll come in in a minute.”
“Okay, Oh-chan! Thank you!” she responded immediately, but as she was pushing herself off the ground she paused and pointed to his hand, where it was tightly gripping the sheets. “Oh-chan, what’s that?”
He looked at the new ring on his finger, which was sparkling in the sunlight, and suddenly smiled. “Me and papa are getting married.”
“What?!” she exclaimed happily, jumping up and turning to look at her father for confirmation. He was half bent over, picking up the rest of their clothes, but at the attention, stood up straight and grinned widely.
“That’s right.”
“Wow!” she replied, turning back to Ohno with bright eyes. “Are we going to buy a wedding dress? Do I get to wear one too?”
Chuckling first, Ohno replied with, “We’ll see,” even though he certainly wasn’t going to wear a dress. They hadn’t made any plans yet, but Koharu would get something nice, of course.
“Honey, Hiroshi-kun’s waiting for you,” Aiba gently reminded her, and Koharu jumped up with realization, rushing back into the front room to her friend, and the father softly shut the door behind her so that they could get dressed.
They took a moment to kiss again, both of them beaming with happiness at Koharu’s enthusiasm, but after that Ohno managed to get himself out of bed and they both got their clothes back on, the artist in his previous sleep gear of sweat pants and a t-shirt, and Aiba in something much more comfortable than his work clothes.
“How about something to eat?” he giggled as they walked into the main part of the apartment, and Ohno realized neither of them had even eaten lunch yet, and here Koharu was home from school already. “I’ll make a snack for Haru and Hiroshi-kun, too.”
Ohno smiled and nodded, watching distractedly as Aiba walked into the kitchen with a stupid grin still on his face, opening the fridge to find something for them. A sudden image came to Ohno’s mind, of the two of them in ten years when Koharu was all grown up, Aiba looking almost the same but with a few more eye wrinkles and Ohno a tiny old man (well, he wouldn’t be that old, but it was the only thing he could conjure for himself), doing the same thing that they were doing right now, completely domesticated. It gave him a warm feeling in his stomach.
Taking one more look at his ring, shining brightly on his finger, Ohno turned as Koharu called out to him and went into his studio to join the two children, who were already noisily examining anything and everything they could.
Things wouldn’t be the same forever, especially with Koharu, but no matter what came, Ohno knew they could all make it through it together.
THE END
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A/N: Sort of. Working on a Sakumoto side story right now, but there will probably be some delay in posting.
As you can see, I managed to finish the story in a reasonable amount of time. :) I told myself I couldn't write for a week even if I felt like it, and reverse psychology had its desired effect. I'm still a little burnt out, but I feel like it's a little more about being bored with the stories in my head already and not with writing too much (as I haven't written anything substantial in a while). I also wrote a Matsuken/Nino story that will be posted sometime soon, and my offer for a fanfiction trade is still open. You write me Matsuken/Nino and I'll write you anything. ^.^ Length doesn't matter and I don't care if you've never written anything before in your life.
Anyway, as we are at the ending, I'd love to hear what your favorite part of the story was. Or anything about the story overall in addition to the last part. :) Thanks so much for finishing it and please favor me in the future too!! <3
Also, thanks to yarukizero, who managed to get motivated enough to beta this in a timely manner. <3