Just Another Love Story- Part 2

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Title: Just Another Love Story- Part 2
Rating: R/NC17
Pairing: Matsuken/Nino
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: Just when he had given up trying, Nino manages to find love.
Note: Not betaed.

Part 1

It was only about a week later when Matsuyama suggested a day for them to get together. Although Nino had Arashi work and wouldn’t be home until nighttime, he assured Matsuyama that it would be fine, because the next day was off for both of them.

He sent him a message as soon as he made it back to his apartment, and Matsuyama was there within ten minutes (and Nino wondered if he was just waiting around somewhere close until Nino notified him), along with two bentos from the convenience store and a six pack of beer.

The whole thing started out the same as before, Nino plugging in a game as they ate and chatted about television programs and Matsuyama’s schedule, at least the parts that didn’t overlap with Nino’s. And once again, he cleaned up at about midnight, although they hadn’t drank nearly as much beer as the previous time, and consciously pressed himself against Matsuyama’s arm as he sat back down.

That was all.

But without prompting, Matsuyama reciprocated by slipping his hand onto Nino’s thigh, his large fingers splayed out closer to his crotch that was normally polite.

That was all, though.

Nino really wanted to just be taken advantage of already, but he played along (because he was certainly going to make Matsuyama do the work) and opened his legs wider, pressing his knee into the other man’s.

Matsuyama’s hand awkwardly went higher and neither of them were paying attention to the video game anymore, although Nino still had a controller in his hand and they were both staring at the screen intently.

And then his pinky brushed over Nino’s already hard cock, and he reacted by letting out a tiny gasp of, “Ah.”

As quickly as before, he was suddenly pressed into the floor, Matsuyama’s lips on his and a palm flat against the zipper of his jeans, feeling the part of him that was showing just how excited he was. Nino wrapped his arms around his neck and moaned obviously, wiggling his body against the one above him in order to elicit some more actions from Matsuyama.

First he tried to get Nino’s belt and jeans off with one hand, but that didn’t work well without his full attention, so he ended up pulling back a moment later to take care of it, ultimately throwing the jeans and boxers behind him. Nino’s legs landed spread on either side of his waist, and he arched his back when Matsuyama gripped his erection firmly.

“Ahh…Ken-chan… please…” It was the first time he had used the nickname, although he had already developed several inside of his head, but Matsuyama didn’t even appear to notice, too busy with multitasking, trying to open the lube that had appeared out of nowhere while continuing to pleasure Nino with his other hand.

And then a finger was pushing inside of him and Nino shivered, his entire body, with the exception of the back of his head and the heels of his feet, raised several centimeters off the ground.

Obviously, it was much different from doing it himself. Matsuyama’s fingers were big and long and so deep inside of him, and he couldn’t anticipate how they were going to twist or bend, and that was the most exciting part.

After the third finger he added a slight thrusting motion, making Nino’s hips move all by themselves, and he was gripping onto the leg of the table and part of the couch on either side of him. Right now his eyes were closed, feeling each point of contact, but when the fingers were removed, he opened them to watch Matsuyama fumble with the condom.

But even though he was fumbling, he still looked cool, completely in control of the situation and intent on getting what he wanted, and that turned Nino on even more.

When Matsuyama leaned over him again, he gasped, “Ken-chan, Ken-chan, ahhh,” as the cock pushed inside of him, and he switched his grip onto the broad shoulder, clinging to him tightly.

His mouth was half open as Matsuyama adjusted their position, pushing Nino’s legs up higher on his back, and then he moaned over and over again as he felt the sensation he’d been waiting so long to feel.

Somehow, Matsuyama managed to start kissing him again, a hand pushing its way through Nino’s hair, but his thrusts were still confident and hard, and Nino was having a mental overload from different feelings coursing through him right now. But one thing was quite obvious, and that was that he was ready to come already.

But he wasn’t in any position to move his hands, so he only tightened his hold and began making all sorts of noises into Matsuyama’s mouth.

A hand eventually raked down the side of his body and then pushed up the bottom of his shirt to pull at his nipple, but Nino was already too gone and started begging Ken-chan, Ken-chan, at least inside of his head. He didn’t know if his words were understandable in sound waves felt via mouth muscles.

His lips parted wider and Matsuyama sucked on his tongue as his palm traveled back down Nino’s stomach, and then released his mouth entirely as he stroked Nino’s cock perfectly.

“Ahhh… Ahhh…” he moaned, throwing his head back, and Nino came feeling like he was going to faint, his face flushed and entire body trembling, legs holding him up where they were wrapped around Matsuyama’s hips.

Matsuyama also groaned deeply as he came, his eyes pressed shut tightly and mouth hanging open in a silent cry.

While Nino gasped and tried to calm his racing heart, he watched the delicate features of his lover’s face as they slowly relaxed, and as Matsuyama leisurely looked down at him.

“How was that, Ninomiya-san?” he asked in a coarse voice, although the overall tone was his usual unhurried one. “Was it good?”

“It was amazing,” he smiled back, running his small fingers over Matsuyama’s skin, and then pulled himself up to kiss him on the lips.

Matsuyama grinned when Nino pulled away, then slowly backed up until he was sitting, removing and tying up the used condom, then leaning against the back of the couch and rubbing his face unconsciously.

Nino sat up after him, watching him contently, then started preparing to say something. But suddenly Matsuyama looked over at him with a knowing smile and asked, “Shower?”

After a quick laugh, Nino nodded, then added, “Why don’t you join me?”

“Mm. I think I will,” he replied sleepily, and the two of them gradually got up off the ground, Nino immediately shedding his last piece of clothing, his larger than necessary t-shirt, and started towards the bath.

It took his guest a little longer to follow, but he was there when the water had warmed up enough to use, and Nino teasingly sprayed him first before putting the removable shower head into the proper holder.

Matsuyama only tried half-heartedly to block the attack and then completely ignored seeking revenge, instead wrapping his arms around Nino from behind and kissing his neck lightly.

“Are you sure that was okay, Ninomiya-san?” he asked casually. “What do you like?”

Nino felt a little awkward at the question, realizing that he’d never actually talked about something like that before… not with women and certainly not with Ohno. What did he like?

“It was good, Ken-chan,” he smiled, turning slightly to kiss his nose, and this time Matsuyama smiled at the nickname. “I’m not so sure, but… I like it when you’re aggressive,” he said, as delicately as he could come up with on the spot. He might sound a little too extreme if he started going on about being restrained and fucked as hard as possible.

Matsuyama nodded but didn’t otherwise respond, and they didn’t move out of each others’ embrace for a few minutes. But eventually Nino had to adjust the temperature of the water because it wasn’t warm enough, and they actually started washing off so that they could go to the snuggling-in-bed part, which Nino also liked.

“How about you?” he asked shyly as he poured shampoo onto his palm and then turned to lather it into Matsuyama’s hair. “What does Ken-chan like?”

“I like Ninomiya-san,” he said simply, with another lopsided grin, and finally Nino tsked him.

“You shouldn’t call me that when we’re alone together. At least ‘Nino’ or better yet, ‘Kazu’.”

Mastuyama’s blush was obvious even under the hot water of the shower, and he tentatively asked, “Nino…san?”

He received a smack on the head, but Nino was laughing again and he didn’t bother trying to correct him.

Nino was in heaven. Not only sex (he was sore, but glowing with satisfaction) but an actual relationship talk and with a general feeling of commitment surrounding them. He didn’t even have to ask if Matsuyama was staying because he already knew he was (plus, he was followed into his bedroom like a puppy even though they were both only clad in towels). He found the biggest clothes he could (a t-shirt was easy, but he was pretty sure the sweat pants that hung well above Matsuyama’s ankles would have to do), and they climbed under the covers together, kissing again and wishing each other a good night.

+++

But, despite everything going so well, Nino was still a super idol and Matsuyama was still his closely scrutinized co-star, and there was no way they could have a “normal” relationship, at least not any time soon.

So they settled with their usual messages and a few sparse nights of sex in Nino’s temporary hotel room-not often and only when it wasn’t suspicious, and they checked for hidden cameras just in case-until Gantz filming finally started to wrap up little by little. Of course Nino had his usual work and Matsuyama several new movies waiting for him in a queue, and there would only be a few months of rest until they would start promoting the release, but at least when they weren’t together all the time it wouldn’t be strange to hang out with each other, assuming anyone noticed in the first place.

And those months were finally here. They could spend a little more time with each other, sleeping together at Nino’s instead of the hotel close to set, at least when possible, and meeting for lunch when it wasn’t, and it wasn’t strange because Macchan was his good friend now, after working as costars together on such a long movie.

Yes, they could be “friends”, right?

It bugged the hell of out Nino to be so sweaty and gross after sex. He liked the sex, the rougher the better, but unfortunately rough led to sweat and made him feel rather uncomfortable when it was all over.

But it was another day off tomorrow (Thank God, about time) and Matsuyama had managed to make it back from Aomori to Nino’s apartment early enough, and they had fucked into the wee hours of the morning.

And since it was the wee hours of the morning, Nino was tired and couldn’t make it out of bed to get to the shower, and Matsuken wasn’t helping at all by possessively snuggling him and kissing his neck so lightly.

So he gave up.

“Nino-san?”

“You could try ‘chan’ you know.”

“Nino…ch…ch…san.”

He would have reached over and teasingly smacked him, except he couldn’t raise his hand or turn around either.

They were quiet for a moment, Nino taking deep breaths and feeling completely relaxed and content while he was gently caressed.

“I was wondering… Um… Have you told them about us?”

“Them?”

“You know… the other Arashi members,” he clarified quietly, scooting closer so that even their bare legs were flush against each.

A little caught off guard by the sudden question (because Ken-chan certainly hadn’t shown any worry before now, always playing indifferent although he was just as careful as Nino), the older man swiveled his head just slightly and rubbed his nose against Matsuyama’s cheek.

“No,” he said with ease, taking a small sigh.

“Are you going to?”

Nino looked thoughtful, but he had already made his decision about the whole thing before Ken-chan’s birthday. “No. ‘Ignorance is bliss,’ or something like that, right?” he replied. “If they don’t know they won’t be blamed if something happens.”

“Nothing’s going to happen,” Matsuyama assured him quietly, pressing his lips to Nino’s skin.

There was something he needed to say about the topic now, but Nino let a moment of silence settle before he did so.

“Ken-chan… You know… if it comes down to it… if something happens…I have to choose Arashi,” he admitted, almost feeling guilty. He didn’t want Matsuyama to feel unloved or unimportant, but it was the truth and he needed to say it if they were going to continue this way. Because as much as he liked Matsuken, Arashi would always come first to him.

But instead of getting offended, Matsuyama smiled and chuckled deep in his throat and responded, “I know that.”

And then it happened.

Nino woke to a blinding light bearing through his eyelids, and sat up quickly, trying to block out the whiteness with his hand and figure out what was happening.

“Time to get up sleepy-Oh…”

Still squinting, Nino tried to look at the silhouette standing next to what had to be his window, but he could already tell by the voice that it was Sho.

What the hell was he doing here?!

Oh wait… it was Nino’s day off.

“Fuck,” he cursed, feeling Matsuyama shifting on the bed behind him, no doubt in the same position of trying to figure out why the room was suddenly the same level of brilliance as the sun.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t-“ Sho started in a flustered voice, and Nino barely noticed his blurry figure moving for the door, his eyes not focusing at all since they had stayed up so late.

In a moment the muffled click of his front door could be heard too, and Nino rubbed his face hard with his hand, slapping his cheek once and then turning to Matsuyama now that he could see at least a little.

Matsuyama’s hair was standing up straight, a thin beard already covering his jaw, and his eyes were only opened in slits as he continued to try to decipher the situation.

After a minute he finally managed to focus on Nino, and asked, “Did something happen?” with his voice cracking. “Was someone here?”

“Damn it. It was Sho. I completely forgot…”

“Huh?” Matsuyama’s eyes were only opened a centimeter wider than before, but his own hand was combing through his hair, probably out of habit since it was messing it up more rather than helping.

“They have my spare key. Sometimes they do that. Overprotective big brother thing.”

“That’s cute,” Matsuyama replied without thinking about it, then attempted to look around the room. “He’s gone?”

“Yeah. Probably freaked out and is now calling Aiba to gossip. Or maybe he’s already moved on to calling Oh-chan for advice.”

“And…” Matsuyama started, scratching his head again, “What does that mean for us?”

“Us? You mean me? It means-“

“No, I meant us,” he leisurely interrupted, and if it was any other time, Nino would have been touched by his thought.

“It means Jun is going to be calling me in about twenty minutes, after Aiba calls him, and it’s going to get dramatic.”

There was dead silence while Matsuyama processed the message, then suggested, “Twenty more minutes to sleep?”

This time Nino smiled wryly, but shook his head. “Better to get up and start making some counter arguments. Sho probably brought lunch anyway.”

And indeed, once they managed to get out of bed and into the kitchen (throwing some clothes on along the way, just in case someone decided to come over instead of call), Nino pulled the newly arrived plastic bag across the counter and examined the contents, finding their lunch.

He passed the soba, which was no doubt meant for Sho, to Matsuyama, and took the tempura one for himself. There was also yogurt and two cartons of juice, and momentarily they were sitting in their usual places, Nino’s cell phone set in front of them reverently.

“Are you sure it’s okay if I eat this?”

“Well, Sho’s certainly not going to, is he?”

Matsuyama shrugged, but stared at Nino for another minute before finally opening the package and digging in without another word.

The call didn’t come for an hour, but after they had finally started to wake up a little, the pair began throwing potential arguments around and Matsuyama mostly facilitated how they were going to convince the other men that everything would be okay.

Unfortunately their best argument to keep Matsuyama around was that he looked good in white shirts and therefore could survive a fashion apocalypse.

But both of them agreed that that didn’t quite cover the relationship portion of the problem.

Nino was worried, yeah, but at the same time he knew there wasn’t much else he could do to fix it besides waiting, so he tried to keep his tone light-hearted, teasing Matsuyama a little and feeling relaxed just because the other man was responding well.

And then his phone started ringing and they went quiet, even though Matsuyama was still smiling sort of lopsidedly, acting dazed and sluggish. Nino reached for it and held it up to his ear, not caring if the other man could over hear him or not, as he would be part of the conversation even if Nino had to be the liaison.

“Hello?”

“Nino…I… I just finished talking with Aiba…”

“I thought so.”

There was a silence while Nino waited for Jun to bring up the topic. He didn’t want to give anything away that wouldn’t otherwise be asked of him, especially if this was going to be an interrogation.

“Is he still there?”

“Yes, he is,” Nino replied without hesitating.

Jun didn’t counter so quickly, but his next question came a second later, as if he had written them all down while talking with Aiba before.

“How long have you two been seeing each other?”

Nino sort of turned towards Matsuyama, trying to think fast. He couldn’t remember the day, actually, because it felt so natural right now… Checking his phone for a reply every moment that he could had become second nature to him.

“A year?” Matsuyama guessed, scratching his chin, and Nino wondered how he could not look worried at all.

“A year?” Nino repeated, although he was pretty sure Jun could hear the first answer.

“Mm,” he stumbled in return, obviously thinking. “And this is… a mutual decision?”

Nino glanced at Matsuyama again, who blinked at him first, and then shrugged as if to ask why he hadn’t answered the question already, so he did.

“Yes.”

“Okay,” Jun’s tone lightened as if they had been chatting about their schedule or the weather and the conversation was over with now. “Well, we can talk about it more later. It’s your day off, after all, so get some rest or whatever you’re going to do and see you at filming tomorrow.”

“Uh… okay.”

Wondering if everything was actually as nice as it appeared to be, Nino very slowly removed the phone from his ear when he heard his friend hang up and gingerly placed it back on the table.

There was complete quiet for a full minute and then Matsuyama mumbled, “I guess everything is okay?”

Nino scratched the back of his head and shrugged. He didn’t think everything was okay, but Jun certainly hadn’t freaked out like he had expected him to. In fact, he had acted more like a big brother checking out his little brother’s date (which was as annoying as hell as Nino was older than him) rather than a coworker who had just found out that his associate was putting their entire work history on the line to be with an unorthodox lover.

Well, Jun said they would talk about it more later, likely in a situation where all five of them could be together at the same time, so Nino wasn’t going to let his day be ruined worrying about it. Instead he turned to Matsuyama and pushed the table back enough so he could climb into his lap, snuggling right up under his chin and asking what he wanted more: a nap or round of video games.

+++

And indeed several days later, when their schedules aligned (actually, it was just that they had finished filming their latest PV earlier than anticipated), Jun handed out the address of a dive-y restaurant in which they were planning to meet in an hour.

Once they were all there, Nino honestly thinking of falling asleep “on accident” to avoid the situation (but knowing that it would only be prolonged, not completely avoided), tucked into a private room in the back corner, the response was quite different than what he had anticipated.

“Man, I can’t believe you didn’t tell us you were dating someone!” Aiba said first, with a huge grin as he reached for the food menu.

“For a whole year,” Sho added under his breath, looking less enthusiastic, but still not reprimanding like Nino thought he should.

Jun appeared to be considering his questions a little more carefully, organizing where the conversation should end up and Ohno simply seemed sleepy, although an unconscious grin was on his face.

“What’s he like, Kazu? Does he treat you well?”

Unable to do anything but stare at Aiba with wide eyes, Nino checked the other members of the table first to make sure they weren’t going to break in with something more important than that, but they didn’t so he tentatively replied, “Yes…”

“You must have met him during your movie filming right?” Aiba asked quickly, but Sho interrupted them by suggesting they get something to eat first, since he knew they were all starving.

But the night’s conversation still progressed the same. Aiba asked him gossipy questions, Sho cut in with some intellectual corrections, Ohno barely stayed awake (but got giggly after a beer), and Jun was the solemn pillar of truth-the only reason that Nino didn’t think he was dreaming. But even he hadn’t brought up the heart of the situation yet.

“So, let me get this straight-“ Nino suddenly interrupted after Aiba had asked him how good Matsuyama was in bed, “You all have absolutely no problem with me being gay?”

The comfortable air that had settled over them suddenly froze along with any conversation at Nino’s blatant address of the topic that he had been dreading all night. But, dear God, how could he listen to this banter about his “relationship” without completely knowing the answer to that question?

“Nino-you’re gay?” Aiba breathed in a shocked voice, and Jun did Nino the favor of smacking him over the back of the head at the comment.

“You’re an idiot,” he added for good measure, then turned to Nino with a half relieved, half appraising expression, and added, quite genuinely, “It doesn’t matter to us. You should know that.”

Nino blinked at Jun with a deadpan expression. He knew his friends were understanding and supportive, but this wasn’t just about his personal life… this was about him risking the reputation of Arashi.

It wasn’t until Jun sighed with a frown that Nino realized he’d said it out loud.

“Listen. There are a million different ways we could get in trouble with Johnny,” Jun started, and Sho threw in something like, that’s right. “But you’ve already decided to start this-“ Nino almost winced at that statement, “And somehow you managed to keep it from us-the people closest to you-“ Aiba added, closer than your family!! “For a year. Which is saying something.”

“We trust you, Nino,” Sho said straightly.

“We want you to be happy,” Aiba added.

“Mm,” Ohno agreed.

Nino stared at Leader and felt tears prickle his eyes.

The tension had died down after some hugging and teasing from his friends, and finally Aiba prodded, “Now are you going to tell me if he’s any good in bed?”

Nino laughed and replied, “The best man I’ve ever slept with,” which made Aiba look confused and Sho give a wry smile. Jun slid his arm around Nino’s shoulder and the touch made him think that Jun could feel the discontented past of trying to be satisfied with a long line of women followed by his attempt to be celibate, and then finally the delight of finding what he wanted so badly.

They were silent all together, but he must have been glowing because all four of them were beaming back at him with smiles on their faces.

“When can we meet him? I’ve never properly met him! How about a group date or something?” Aiba giggled, and Nino shook his head, not sure if Matsuyama would be prepared for the interrogation he would no doubt receive from the friends that went as far as to show up at his apartment to make sure he was eating properly.

“I don’t think so-“

“Why not? Don’t you think he’ll like us?”

“Of course he’ll like us, Masaki-“ Sho broke in with a smile. “You’re worrying too much. Nino’s probably just embarrassed,” he teased, sneaking a glance at Nino, who probably was a little red in the face at the accusation.

“Shut up,” he replied weakly, automatically glancing at Ohno for support.

Their leader turned to Aiba with a gentle smile and mumbled, “He’ll like us.”

It was all he could do to not send a message to Ken-chan at that moment, telling him stay in Aomori for as long as possible.

+++

“What the hell?” Nino asked, jumping up from his spot on the couch as Matsuken came into view wearing a fresh t-shirt, changed after they had finished showering together a few minutes ago. It had a colorful picture of Nino printed across the front, probably a concert picture, and “I <3 Ninomiya” under it.

“I made it. Have you ever heard of screen printing? I’ve been interested in it recently,” he said with a smile, holding out the bottom of the shirt so Nino could see it easier.

“Take that off right now!” he replied, blushing profusely and rushing towards his boyfriend to do it himself. It looked tacky and was far too conspicuous anyway.

“No,” he chuckled back, playfully pushing him away and then suddenly pulling Nino against him, “Unless it’s because you’re already wanting to go again…?”

“You idiot,” Nino teased, but stopped trying to take the embarrassing piece of clothing off of him, instead burying his head in the strong chest and wondering if Arashi vs. Matsuken was actually a fair fight after all.

“Don’t worry. It’s just a lounging shirt,” he said with a wide smile, automatically wrapping his arms around Nino’s back and hugging him tightly. “I’ll make you one too, if you want. I love Ken-chan.”

“Whatever,” Nino mumbled, feeling even more embarrassed than before. Actually, he wouldn’t mind one, but he was certainly not going to wear it when Matsuken was around… and he wasn’t going to ask for it either.

So, when he showed up for Arashi ni Shiyagare wearing another terrible print shirt with Nino’s face on it, he was able to keep his embarrassment under control.

But, then again, that didn’t stop the “light” teasing comments from his friends (they were all wearing mics, and even though there was some protection against stuff not said on air, they could never be too careful), and actually this was the perfect environment for Nino to introduce his boyfriend to his over-protective band mates. Matsuken couldn’t embarrass the hell out of him and Arashi couldn’t scare him too much…Not that Nino thought either of those things were particularly possible, since Arashi had been around forever and witnessed him in puberty for God’s sake, and Matsuken didn’t seem like he was going anywhere any time soon.

“Hey, Matsuken? Does Nino have a nickname for you?” Aiba asked in his shrill voice while they waited through their first commercial, and Nino would have answered for him except for Ohno was making a comment about something else under his breath and distracting him.

In his usual leisurely pace, Matsuyama replied, “Well, he started calling me Macchan on set,” and Nino took a breath of relief because that was the answer he was going to give too. It was the answer they had given a few magazines, and Nino really had started calling him that while they were filming. They couldn’t give the other answer because there was still audience present, after all, and even though fanservice was appreciated in all aspects of Nino’s career, he needed to be careful right now.

Not to mention that it would only give Aiba more material to tease him with if-

“But sometimes he slips and calls me Ken-chan.”

The audience cooed.

It seemed like Matsuyama was Aiba’s perfect partner in crime.

Once they were off set, mics back to the staff and a little privacy, Sho mildly suggested to Matsuyama, “How about we go drinking soon? All six of us.”

He glanced at Nino quickly, but before Nino could give him a proper expression of his feelings on the matter, Matsuyama replied, “That would be fun.”

And so, once again several days later, late late late into the night because Sho and Jun insisted on this and Nino had no say in the matter, they were at the same bar in the same corner, only this time Matsuyama was seated at his side and the other four were looking at them from across the table, either diagonally or directly.

It was light talk until their food had come, mostly about Gantz promotions and their filming or whatever celebrity came up, and then Aiba abruptly changed the subject.

“So, why did you decide to start dating Nino? He’s such a brat-“

“Am not!” Nino retorted hotly, flustered by the sudden comment, but immediately shut up with his boyfriend mumbled, “You kind of are.”

There was dead silence for a second, then all of them (except Nino, of course, and Ohno, who just smiled) burst out laughing at the same time.

“I have a feeling we’re all going to get along really well,” Jun told Matsuyama with a smirk.

+++

Nino agreed to wear the silly Gantz shirt that Matsuyama gave him with Kato’s face above the release date--even though he felt like they were being too obvious about the whole thing-- because it had turned out he had a hard time telling his boyfriend no. That, and he liked displaying his affection to the world, even though he probably shouldn’t.

He even wore it at home while he played video games, but only on the days that he knew Matsuyama was at work or in Aomori visiting his parents. But he might have changed his mind when the other man showed up unexpectedly one day, Nino having not moved from in front of his TV for thirteen hours, and then attacked him when he saw him in the shirt. As he had thoroughly fucked him into the headboard of “their” bed, he mumbled over and over the fact that Nino was his and that he loved him and that he was the sweetest thing in the whole world.

+++

A/N: Um. It turned into three parts. There'll be one more posted next weekend. Even though it's pretty short.

Somehow... I feel like this story is really mismatched. I loved how the first part came out, a little unorthodox and "fast" to read, but I feel like on this part I started to fall back into "storyteller mode" which I've been trying to get away from. :\

Anyway, let me know what you think! <3

Part 3