Ohmiya One-shot: Mile High: In-flight Service II
The shoot for the April issue of Wink Up (Or was it Duet? Myojo? No, it was Oricon. …Popolo?) was postponed, rewarding Arashi with an impromptu day off. The photographer and several members of the production team had come down with a sudden case of food poisoning. Apparently someone served oysters that had not been properly refrigerated at an office social gathering. Ironically, the party was thrown using money from the photocopier toner fund.
Good things come to those who wait. Their manager knew how hard the boys had worked for the past two and a half months - he should, he made their schedules - and acknowledged that they deserved a break. He refrained from calling other appointments he had sitting in his back pocket he had hoped to squeeze in if time allowed.
Aiba exercised his oft-unused snowboard muscles, leaving Sho floundering in his wake on the slopes. One rather dismal attempt at descending the bunny hill required Aiba to rescue Sho from drowning in a snow drift. Though always game for an obscure minor sport tournament, Jun opted to après-ski in the lodge. Nursing a delicate latte with a fern drawn in the foam and a plate of white chocolate-raspberry biscotti, he took advantage of this precious day off to read the book that he had started a month ago but had been too tired to commit to reading. Ohno had recently taken to carrying his camera with him at all times, prepared to capture candid Arashi moments that he could use in his art. He went up the man-made hill with Aiba and Sho but trekked around the greening forest, documenting the coming of spring. Nino remained in the lodge with Jun, engrossed in his game as usual. Saving the princess after two and a half hours, Nino uncased his guitar. He penned a few new songs and reworked some old ones, his cheeks stained pink. The others snickered, knowing Ohno did something naughty because only Ohno could make Nino flush like a twelve year old girl.
All good things must come to an end. Their manager had arranged earlier flight back to Tokyo so the boys could get home and to bed at a reasonable hour - the first time in recent memory. After dining on the local ramen specialty, Arashi was escorted to the airport by an overly apologetic staff member from the magazine. It being barely early spring, the sky was already beginning to darken when the plane took off at 5:50pm.
Aiba and Sho sat side by side in the first row of the mostly empty business class. Aiba took the window because he whined about never getting the window. Sho gladly obliged - after their wet-shirt sky-diving experiment, he’d be happy if he never saw an aerial view of the earth again. Jun sat in the aisle seat across from Sho, legs languidly stretched out in front of him. Their manager sat next to Jun at the window, Blackberry-less for once. Effectively having the day off as well, he’d managed to cement their schedules for the next two weeks leaving him with nothing to do on the return flight. Ohno sat behind their manager, reviewing his catalogue of snapshots he’d taken that day on his digital camera. He chuckled as he flipped through the series of Sho and Aiba making snow angels after abandoning their snowboards. Nino sat beside Ohno as usual. He had kicked off his black Converse sneakers, sitting in his seat with both arms and legs crossed. The only other passenger traveling on the company dime was a rather dishevelled salaryman in the back row that had downed three cans of Asahi and passed out before they even left the ground.
The four musketeers in front were playing a rousing game of cards across the aisle while Nino sat and sulked. He was frustrated that he had let Ohno - how could he not? - take control of him so easily on their morning flight. He was frustrated that he couldn’t stop thinking about it for the entire day. He was frustrated that he couldn’t stop the blush from creeping up his cheeks when he though about it. This couldn’t be the end of it. Nino wouldn’t let it.
Nino turned to Ohno, leaning on the older man’s shoulder to get a good look at the images on the digital camera’s LCD screen. A pixelated Sho and Aiba were having a half-hearted snowball fight. Nino made a pointed sigh, calling for Ohno’s attention. Ohno remained oblivious, engrossed in deleting the frames Aiba had took with his finger over the lens. Nino nudged him and whined just a little.
“Oh-chan, I’m bored.”
“Hmm?”
“I’m bored. Entertain me.”
“I’m not a dancing monkey, despite what you all think. What happened to your game?”
“I finished it. I didn’t bring another because I thought we’d actually be working today.” Nino pouted, a severe crease of disdain between his eyebrows. He tried to look pissed off, but it came across as petulant. Ohno though Petulant Nino was cute.
Petulant Nino in his tirade had begun to stroke Ohno’s arm. Ohno failed to notice until the stroking moved to his thigh, fingers reaching treacherously close to his fly.
“Nino!” Ohno whispered loudly, a slight edge of panic in his voice.
“I’m just playing.” An impish smirk tugged at the corners of Nino’s mouth. His other hand undid the buckle of his seatbelt allowing Nino to slither out of his seat onto to the floor, settling between Ohno’s knees. He grabbed the airline blanket he hadn’t bothered to move before sinking into his seat and threw it over his head and Ohno’s lap with a little more flourish than was really necessary.
Nino’s elfin fingers untied the laces of Ohno’s green striped Adidas, being sure to drag his fingernails along the soles of Ohno’s feet as he removed them. He knew it was a little bit cruel since Ohno was ticklish. He held a heel in each hand, running his thumbs over the arches of each foot with the right amount of pressure, compelling Ohno to close his eyes and relax. Nino moved from the arches of Ohno’s feet upward, gently massaging the muscles of his calves, paying close attention to the back of his knees. Nino’s hands continued their vertical journey, splaying wide on the planes of Ohno’s thighs. Much like they had that morning, Nino’s hands gripped Ohno’s legs with a purpose, thumbs applying just enough pressure to the inner thigh.
Ohno shifted in his seat. His eyes flew open when he realized exactly what Nino was playing at. “You can’t!”
“Can’t I?” Nino replied, feigning innocence. He had that evil glint in his eye. This wasn’t Nino wanting to play a prank on a member of Arashi: this was payback.
“It was different this morning - everyone was asleep.”
“So? They could have woken up. A stewardess could have walked by.” Nino’s left palm massaged Ohno’s hardening erection. Nino grinned as he saw Ohno’s pained expression; he was trying to think of his mom, his grandma, chahan, folding laundry, paint drying, anything but the tingling sensation created by Nino’s palm and fingers against his crotch.
“They’re awake now! They’ll hear for sure.”
“Not if you keep quiet. I’ll take my chances.” Nino sat up on his heels, resting his elbows on Ohno’s thighs for leverage as he unzipped Ohno’s jeans. He reached inside, navigating past cotton boxers. Nino could see they were his Picnic Table pair - red and white checkerboard pattern, worn and washed so often they were nearly threadbare. Ohno twitched slightly as Nino’s small hand made contact with his cock.
“You perv! You’re hard already. You’re totally turned on by going at it in public.”
“Shut up.” There weren’t enough blood cells left in Ohno’s brain to fuel a wittier comeback.
Ohno lifted his right leg, resting his foot on the seat rest of the row in front to block Nino from the view of potential passers-by. It was one thing to have your hand subtly down someone’s pants at six in the morning on an empty flight; it was quite another to have your pants around your ankles and someone’s head between your legs with your band mates and manager playing Trump in the next row.
Nino smiled. The hand holding Ohno pulsed a few times before stilling.
“You think I’m going to go for it right here? Are you completely stupid?” Ohno blinked in confusion. Nino squeezed just so, causing Ohno to gasp. “Washroom. Don’t be fucking obvious about it either. You suck at lying, but try and let them guess a little before you give it away.”
Nino removed his hand, and crawled underneath Ohno’s still propped up leg. He dumped the blanket into his empty seat and sauntered up the aisle, throwing Ohno pointed glance over his shoulder before closing the washroom’s sliding door. The sign notifying passengers that the facilities were occupied did not light up.
Ohno took a deep breath and zipped up his fly. He strained to look over the top of the seats and heads of his band mates. He silently thanked the airplane gods: the doors of the washrooms were concealed from view by small alcoves, unlike in economy class where they opened right onto the aisle. He hoped that no one would take notice of his supposed need to urinate and piece together the fact that Nino hadn’t returned from the lavatory yet. After another deep cleansing breath - more to subdue his raging hard on than calm his heart rate - he undid his seatbelt made his way to the washroom.
He opened the door to Nino perched on the toilet. The stewardesses had been busy helping Aiba clean up the mess of peanuts and Coke he’d knocked all over Sho in an attempt to reach cards in Jun’s hand across the aisle.
“Did anyone see you?”
“No, thanks to Aiba.” Nino chuckled. Aiba: the Walking Disaster.
Nino reached around Ohno and locked the door. He laid his hands on Ohno’s hips, guiding him between Nino’s spread legs. “Stand here.”
He brought his hands around to undo Ohno’s belt and pop the button on his jeans. Nino rubbed Ohno decisively through the offending fabric before pulling the zipper down and opening his jeans to expose Nino’s favourite underwear. Nino’s flattened his hands against Ohno’s stomach, moving upward taking Ohno’s t-shirt with them. Nino leaned forward, exhaled warm breath against Ohno’s abdomen, causing the muscles to flex and define, before placing a kiss just above his belly button. Small hands held Ohno just under his ribcage as Nino alternately tongued and kissed Ohno’s navel, traveling slowly south to the boxers that rode low on Ohno’s hips.
Ohno’s hands bunched in the material of his t-shirt to keep it out of the way while Nino hooked his index fingers into the waistband of Ohno’s boxers. He looked down at Nino’s face; Nino had the same look of concentration he got when he was memorizing lines. Ohno closed eyes against the harsh fluorescent lights of the washroom, focusing on the sensation of Nino’s taste buds on his skin. He tilted his head back as Nino pulled down the shorts and grasped the base of Ohno’s cock firmly. He exhaled a long breath as Nino massaged upward with his left hand and held Ohno’s balls in his right. Nino looked up. He squeezed firmly at the base as he rubbed Ohno’s balls in a circular motion. Ohno opened his eyes and looked down, eyes locking with Nino who was slowly running his tongue over his lips.
Nino did not take his eyes from Ohno’s as he parted his lips slightly and moved closer to Ohno’s cock. Just as he had on Ohno’s stomach, he blew a soft, hot breath on the skin of Ohno’s member. Ohno took a deep breath. Nino kept staring into Ohno’s eyes; Ohno was nearly pouting, anticipating the touch of Nino’s tongue, wondering if it would ever come.
Nino stuck out his tongue and started a long, soft stroke from the bottom up along the underside of Ohno’s penis. When he reached the end, he wet Ohno thoroughly before returning to start another long stroke from the base. Nino changed the pace of his right hand from a lazy circular motion to a back and forth movement. As if Ohno wasn’t hard enough, knuckles nearly turning white as they clutched at his t-shirt, Nino reached behind Ohno’s balls and stroked his perineum. Ohno let out a low, gravely moan and jerked his hips.
As Nino reached the tip again, he continued the warm lick up and over the top of Ohno’s cock. Just to be a little more of a tease, with a sharp, pointed tongue Nino applied pressure to the slit, before circling the rest of the head with his tongue, while working his left hand up and down the shaft. Ohno was squirming. Finally, Nino took Ohno’s head into his mouth, holding it between his lips for a few seconds. Ohno whimpered; he wanted more.
Nino was in total control. He loved being able to cause Ohno’s knees to buckle from a kiss or lick in the right place. He wasn’t normally so much of a tease but he was exacting revenge for the hand job Ohno gave him this morning. Nino took more of Ohno into his mouth, tongue applying delicious pressure to the underside of Ohno’s cock. Nino slowly withdrew again, flicking his tongue against the sensitive underside. Ohno’s hips were starting to move of their own volition, climax eminent.
“Oh, no you don’t. I’m not done yet.” Nino grasped Ohno and pressed his thumb just beneath the head, maintaining firm pressure for a few seconds. Ohno’s hips ceased their grinding, but he let out a distraught moan. He didn’t know if he could hold out much longer, with Nino’s tongue working him the way it was. Ohno’s right hand unwound it self from his t-shirt and cupped the back of Nino’s head. He didn’t press; he just wanted to thread his fingers through Nino’s hair. He knew the rules: Nino did not like to be rushed.
Nino took Ohno’s cock into his mouth once again, picking up the pace. As soon as he felt the tension under he hands as Ohno reached the edge, he would slow down or stop for a moment. Each time he stopped Ohno made an unintelligent sound. Somewhere in the back of his head, Ohno thought he might be getting too loud: someone might hear him. Then Nino changed his pace or flicked his tongue and Ohno stopped caring.
Ohno’s hand fisted in the hair at the nape of Nino’s neck. The other let go of his t-shirt - not without difficulty - and joined the other.
“Wait.” Ohno cupped Nino’s face and tugged, bringing the slightly taller man into a standing position. He leaned his forehead against Nino’s, short breaths tickling Nino’s cheeks. He looked Nino straight in the eye.
“What?” Nino’s hand was still slowly stroking.
“I… I want to…” Nino grinned. He had taken Ohno past Unintelligent Sounds to Speechless. Ohno’s left thumb stroked Nino’s cheek, brushing the corner of his lips. Nino darted his tongue out and licked the pad of the digit. Ohno brought his own lips to Nino’s and what started off as a soft, delicate kiss soon became firm and demanding, tongues intertwining. Ohno’s warm hands trailed down Nino’s chest and stomach and reached for the waistband of Nino’s sweatpants; his fingers hooked into waistband and paused. Nino’s hand gave Ohno a firm pull. The light couldn’t get any greener.
Ohno delved into Nino’s pants with his right hand and touched Nino’s already hard member with surprising gentleness, given the amount of tension stored up in his muscles. The other hand was shoving Nino’s pants down to his knees. A quiet whinge escaped Ohno’s throat as Nino let go of him to reach into the pocket of his sweatpants.
“My sister’s friend does sex conventions. She thought I might be able to use them.” Nino explained as he retrieved two small capsules of lube. “Give me your hand.” He twisted the top of one and squeezed the contents into Ohno’s open palm before emptying the other into his own. Nino warmed up the liquid by rubbing his hands together before coating Ohno’s hard cock with the slippery liquid. Ohno nudged Nino with his knee to turn around, allowing him to spread his share of lube around Nino’s anus. Ohno inserted one and then two digits, slowly stretching him.
Ohno wrapped his left arm around Nino’s waist, bringing the younger man’s back flush against his chest. Ohno licked the shell of Nino’s right ear, causing Nino to break out in goose bumps. Nino braced himself with his hands against the wall of the washroom in front of him. Ohno removed his fingers and replaced them with the head of his penis, pausing for a brief moment to kiss Nino soundly before swiftly entering. Ohno’s lubed right hand moved to grip Nino. He sighed into Nino’s mouth as he buried himself to the hilt. Nino responded with a feathery gasp. Ohno matched the pumping of his hand to the thrusting of his hips. Both knew it would only take a handful of strokes to send Ohno over the edge. Ohno stilled his hips, relishing the feeling of being inside, and concentrated on quick, sharp pulls and twists of his hand to bring Nino as close as he was.
Ohno let go of Nino’s cock to grip the younger man’s hips with both hands. One, two, three snaps of Ohno’s hips and he was spilling himself into Nino. Nino turned to look in the mirror, watching as Ohno’s brow creased at the onset of his orgasm; he pursed his lips, biting them from the inside to keep from releasing guttural sounds, and breathed heavily through his nose. As the spasms abated, he leaned over and rested his forehead between Nino’s shoulder blades, gulping air to refill his lungs. Nino wiggled his ass, Ohno’s softening cock still inside him. He wasn’t done yet.
Ohno’s mother taught her son to finish everything he started. He reached around and resumed his disciplined stroking of Nino’s penis. With the heel of his free hand, Ohno applied pressure the base of Nino’s spine with a light, circular motion. Not two strokes later, Nino was cumming into Ohno’s hand for the second time that day, this time accompanied by gaspy cries.
Ohno slipped out of Nino and pulled several sheets of paper towel from the dispenser at his shoulder. He wet the towel in the sink, cleaning himself off before tending to Nino, lightly wiped the cum and lube from his skin. Nino grabbed a handful of paper towel and wiped the mess he’d made off the toilet seat cover and his lube-handprints off the wall. He turned around and faced Ohno, who fixed Nino’s ruffled hair. Checking that all clothing was in proper order, Nino reached behind Ohno to unlock the door.
“Shouldn’t you wait here?” Ohno asked as Nino followed him out of the bathroom.
“Why?” That impish grin played at Nino’s lips.
“The others will know.”
“It’s not my fault you can’t lie worth a damn.” Nino reached down and gave Ohno’s still tender cock a little pat through the front of his jeans. “Besides, payback’s a bitch.”
Good things come to those who wait. Their manager knew how hard the boys had worked for the past two and a half months - he should, he made their schedules - and acknowledged that they deserved a break. He refrained from calling other appointments he had sitting in his back pocket he had hoped to squeeze in if time allowed.
Aiba exercised his oft-unused snowboard muscles, leaving Sho floundering in his wake on the slopes. One rather dismal attempt at descending the bunny hill required Aiba to rescue Sho from drowning in a snow drift. Though always game for an obscure minor sport tournament, Jun opted to après-ski in the lodge. Nursing a delicate latte with a fern drawn in the foam and a plate of white chocolate-raspberry biscotti, he took advantage of this precious day off to read the book that he had started a month ago but had been too tired to commit to reading. Ohno had recently taken to carrying his camera with him at all times, prepared to capture candid Arashi moments that he could use in his art. He went up the man-made hill with Aiba and Sho but trekked around the greening forest, documenting the coming of spring. Nino remained in the lodge with Jun, engrossed in his game as usual. Saving the princess after two and a half hours, Nino uncased his guitar. He penned a few new songs and reworked some old ones, his cheeks stained pink. The others snickered, knowing Ohno did something naughty because only Ohno could make Nino flush like a twelve year old girl.
All good things must come to an end. Their manager had arranged earlier flight back to Tokyo so the boys could get home and to bed at a reasonable hour - the first time in recent memory. After dining on the local ramen specialty, Arashi was escorted to the airport by an overly apologetic staff member from the magazine. It being barely early spring, the sky was already beginning to darken when the plane took off at 5:50pm.
Aiba and Sho sat side by side in the first row of the mostly empty business class. Aiba took the window because he whined about never getting the window. Sho gladly obliged - after their wet-shirt sky-diving experiment, he’d be happy if he never saw an aerial view of the earth again. Jun sat in the aisle seat across from Sho, legs languidly stretched out in front of him. Their manager sat next to Jun at the window, Blackberry-less for once. Effectively having the day off as well, he’d managed to cement their schedules for the next two weeks leaving him with nothing to do on the return flight. Ohno sat behind their manager, reviewing his catalogue of snapshots he’d taken that day on his digital camera. He chuckled as he flipped through the series of Sho and Aiba making snow angels after abandoning their snowboards. Nino sat beside Ohno as usual. He had kicked off his black Converse sneakers, sitting in his seat with both arms and legs crossed. The only other passenger traveling on the company dime was a rather dishevelled salaryman in the back row that had downed three cans of Asahi and passed out before they even left the ground.
The four musketeers in front were playing a rousing game of cards across the aisle while Nino sat and sulked. He was frustrated that he had let Ohno - how could he not? - take control of him so easily on their morning flight. He was frustrated that he couldn’t stop thinking about it for the entire day. He was frustrated that he couldn’t stop the blush from creeping up his cheeks when he though about it. This couldn’t be the end of it. Nino wouldn’t let it.
Nino turned to Ohno, leaning on the older man’s shoulder to get a good look at the images on the digital camera’s LCD screen. A pixelated Sho and Aiba were having a half-hearted snowball fight. Nino made a pointed sigh, calling for Ohno’s attention. Ohno remained oblivious, engrossed in deleting the frames Aiba had took with his finger over the lens. Nino nudged him and whined just a little.
“Oh-chan, I’m bored.”
“Hmm?”
“I’m bored. Entertain me.”
“I’m not a dancing monkey, despite what you all think. What happened to your game?”
“I finished it. I didn’t bring another because I thought we’d actually be working today.” Nino pouted, a severe crease of disdain between his eyebrows. He tried to look pissed off, but it came across as petulant. Ohno though Petulant Nino was cute.
Petulant Nino in his tirade had begun to stroke Ohno’s arm. Ohno failed to notice until the stroking moved to his thigh, fingers reaching treacherously close to his fly.
“Nino!” Ohno whispered loudly, a slight edge of panic in his voice.
“I’m just playing.” An impish smirk tugged at the corners of Nino’s mouth. His other hand undid the buckle of his seatbelt allowing Nino to slither out of his seat onto to the floor, settling between Ohno’s knees. He grabbed the airline blanket he hadn’t bothered to move before sinking into his seat and threw it over his head and Ohno’s lap with a little more flourish than was really necessary.
Nino’s elfin fingers untied the laces of Ohno’s green striped Adidas, being sure to drag his fingernails along the soles of Ohno’s feet as he removed them. He knew it was a little bit cruel since Ohno was ticklish. He held a heel in each hand, running his thumbs over the arches of each foot with the right amount of pressure, compelling Ohno to close his eyes and relax. Nino moved from the arches of Ohno’s feet upward, gently massaging the muscles of his calves, paying close attention to the back of his knees. Nino’s hands continued their vertical journey, splaying wide on the planes of Ohno’s thighs. Much like they had that morning, Nino’s hands gripped Ohno’s legs with a purpose, thumbs applying just enough pressure to the inner thigh.
Ohno shifted in his seat. His eyes flew open when he realized exactly what Nino was playing at. “You can’t!”
“Can’t I?” Nino replied, feigning innocence. He had that evil glint in his eye. This wasn’t Nino wanting to play a prank on a member of Arashi: this was payback.
“It was different this morning - everyone was asleep.”
“So? They could have woken up. A stewardess could have walked by.” Nino’s left palm massaged Ohno’s hardening erection. Nino grinned as he saw Ohno’s pained expression; he was trying to think of his mom, his grandma, chahan, folding laundry, paint drying, anything but the tingling sensation created by Nino’s palm and fingers against his crotch.
“They’re awake now! They’ll hear for sure.”
“Not if you keep quiet. I’ll take my chances.” Nino sat up on his heels, resting his elbows on Ohno’s thighs for leverage as he unzipped Ohno’s jeans. He reached inside, navigating past cotton boxers. Nino could see they were his Picnic Table pair - red and white checkerboard pattern, worn and washed so often they were nearly threadbare. Ohno twitched slightly as Nino’s small hand made contact with his cock.
“You perv! You’re hard already. You’re totally turned on by going at it in public.”
“Shut up.” There weren’t enough blood cells left in Ohno’s brain to fuel a wittier comeback.
Ohno lifted his right leg, resting his foot on the seat rest of the row in front to block Nino from the view of potential passers-by. It was one thing to have your hand subtly down someone’s pants at six in the morning on an empty flight; it was quite another to have your pants around your ankles and someone’s head between your legs with your band mates and manager playing Trump in the next row.
Nino smiled. The hand holding Ohno pulsed a few times before stilling.
“You think I’m going to go for it right here? Are you completely stupid?” Ohno blinked in confusion. Nino squeezed just so, causing Ohno to gasp. “Washroom. Don’t be fucking obvious about it either. You suck at lying, but try and let them guess a little before you give it away.”
Nino removed his hand, and crawled underneath Ohno’s still propped up leg. He dumped the blanket into his empty seat and sauntered up the aisle, throwing Ohno pointed glance over his shoulder before closing the washroom’s sliding door. The sign notifying passengers that the facilities were occupied did not light up.
Ohno took a deep breath and zipped up his fly. He strained to look over the top of the seats and heads of his band mates. He silently thanked the airplane gods: the doors of the washrooms were concealed from view by small alcoves, unlike in economy class where they opened right onto the aisle. He hoped that no one would take notice of his supposed need to urinate and piece together the fact that Nino hadn’t returned from the lavatory yet. After another deep cleansing breath - more to subdue his raging hard on than calm his heart rate - he undid his seatbelt made his way to the washroom.
He opened the door to Nino perched on the toilet. The stewardesses had been busy helping Aiba clean up the mess of peanuts and Coke he’d knocked all over Sho in an attempt to reach cards in Jun’s hand across the aisle.
“Did anyone see you?”
“No, thanks to Aiba.” Nino chuckled. Aiba: the Walking Disaster.
Nino reached around Ohno and locked the door. He laid his hands on Ohno’s hips, guiding him between Nino’s spread legs. “Stand here.”
He brought his hands around to undo Ohno’s belt and pop the button on his jeans. Nino rubbed Ohno decisively through the offending fabric before pulling the zipper down and opening his jeans to expose Nino’s favourite underwear. Nino’s flattened his hands against Ohno’s stomach, moving upward taking Ohno’s t-shirt with them. Nino leaned forward, exhaled warm breath against Ohno’s abdomen, causing the muscles to flex and define, before placing a kiss just above his belly button. Small hands held Ohno just under his ribcage as Nino alternately tongued and kissed Ohno’s navel, traveling slowly south to the boxers that rode low on Ohno’s hips.
Ohno’s hands bunched in the material of his t-shirt to keep it out of the way while Nino hooked his index fingers into the waistband of Ohno’s boxers. He looked down at Nino’s face; Nino had the same look of concentration he got when he was memorizing lines. Ohno closed eyes against the harsh fluorescent lights of the washroom, focusing on the sensation of Nino’s taste buds on his skin. He tilted his head back as Nino pulled down the shorts and grasped the base of Ohno’s cock firmly. He exhaled a long breath as Nino massaged upward with his left hand and held Ohno’s balls in his right. Nino looked up. He squeezed firmly at the base as he rubbed Ohno’s balls in a circular motion. Ohno opened his eyes and looked down, eyes locking with Nino who was slowly running his tongue over his lips.
Nino did not take his eyes from Ohno’s as he parted his lips slightly and moved closer to Ohno’s cock. Just as he had on Ohno’s stomach, he blew a soft, hot breath on the skin of Ohno’s member. Ohno took a deep breath. Nino kept staring into Ohno’s eyes; Ohno was nearly pouting, anticipating the touch of Nino’s tongue, wondering if it would ever come.
Nino stuck out his tongue and started a long, soft stroke from the bottom up along the underside of Ohno’s penis. When he reached the end, he wet Ohno thoroughly before returning to start another long stroke from the base. Nino changed the pace of his right hand from a lazy circular motion to a back and forth movement. As if Ohno wasn’t hard enough, knuckles nearly turning white as they clutched at his t-shirt, Nino reached behind Ohno’s balls and stroked his perineum. Ohno let out a low, gravely moan and jerked his hips.
As Nino reached the tip again, he continued the warm lick up and over the top of Ohno’s cock. Just to be a little more of a tease, with a sharp, pointed tongue Nino applied pressure to the slit, before circling the rest of the head with his tongue, while working his left hand up and down the shaft. Ohno was squirming. Finally, Nino took Ohno’s head into his mouth, holding it between his lips for a few seconds. Ohno whimpered; he wanted more.
Nino was in total control. He loved being able to cause Ohno’s knees to buckle from a kiss or lick in the right place. He wasn’t normally so much of a tease but he was exacting revenge for the hand job Ohno gave him this morning. Nino took more of Ohno into his mouth, tongue applying delicious pressure to the underside of Ohno’s cock. Nino slowly withdrew again, flicking his tongue against the sensitive underside. Ohno’s hips were starting to move of their own volition, climax eminent.
“Oh, no you don’t. I’m not done yet.” Nino grasped Ohno and pressed his thumb just beneath the head, maintaining firm pressure for a few seconds. Ohno’s hips ceased their grinding, but he let out a distraught moan. He didn’t know if he could hold out much longer, with Nino’s tongue working him the way it was. Ohno’s right hand unwound it self from his t-shirt and cupped the back of Nino’s head. He didn’t press; he just wanted to thread his fingers through Nino’s hair. He knew the rules: Nino did not like to be rushed.
Nino took Ohno’s cock into his mouth once again, picking up the pace. As soon as he felt the tension under he hands as Ohno reached the edge, he would slow down or stop for a moment. Each time he stopped Ohno made an unintelligent sound. Somewhere in the back of his head, Ohno thought he might be getting too loud: someone might hear him. Then Nino changed his pace or flicked his tongue and Ohno stopped caring.
Ohno’s hand fisted in the hair at the nape of Nino’s neck. The other let go of his t-shirt - not without difficulty - and joined the other.
“Wait.” Ohno cupped Nino’s face and tugged, bringing the slightly taller man into a standing position. He leaned his forehead against Nino’s, short breaths tickling Nino’s cheeks. He looked Nino straight in the eye.
“What?” Nino’s hand was still slowly stroking.
“I… I want to…” Nino grinned. He had taken Ohno past Unintelligent Sounds to Speechless. Ohno’s left thumb stroked Nino’s cheek, brushing the corner of his lips. Nino darted his tongue out and licked the pad of the digit. Ohno brought his own lips to Nino’s and what started off as a soft, delicate kiss soon became firm and demanding, tongues intertwining. Ohno’s warm hands trailed down Nino’s chest and stomach and reached for the waistband of Nino’s sweatpants; his fingers hooked into waistband and paused. Nino’s hand gave Ohno a firm pull. The light couldn’t get any greener.
Ohno delved into Nino’s pants with his right hand and touched Nino’s already hard member with surprising gentleness, given the amount of tension stored up in his muscles. The other hand was shoving Nino’s pants down to his knees. A quiet whinge escaped Ohno’s throat as Nino let go of him to reach into the pocket of his sweatpants.
“My sister’s friend does sex conventions. She thought I might be able to use them.” Nino explained as he retrieved two small capsules of lube. “Give me your hand.” He twisted the top of one and squeezed the contents into Ohno’s open palm before emptying the other into his own. Nino warmed up the liquid by rubbing his hands together before coating Ohno’s hard cock with the slippery liquid. Ohno nudged Nino with his knee to turn around, allowing him to spread his share of lube around Nino’s anus. Ohno inserted one and then two digits, slowly stretching him.
Ohno wrapped his left arm around Nino’s waist, bringing the younger man’s back flush against his chest. Ohno licked the shell of Nino’s right ear, causing Nino to break out in goose bumps. Nino braced himself with his hands against the wall of the washroom in front of him. Ohno removed his fingers and replaced them with the head of his penis, pausing for a brief moment to kiss Nino soundly before swiftly entering. Ohno’s lubed right hand moved to grip Nino. He sighed into Nino’s mouth as he buried himself to the hilt. Nino responded with a feathery gasp. Ohno matched the pumping of his hand to the thrusting of his hips. Both knew it would only take a handful of strokes to send Ohno over the edge. Ohno stilled his hips, relishing the feeling of being inside, and concentrated on quick, sharp pulls and twists of his hand to bring Nino as close as he was.
Ohno let go of Nino’s cock to grip the younger man’s hips with both hands. One, two, three snaps of Ohno’s hips and he was spilling himself into Nino. Nino turned to look in the mirror, watching as Ohno’s brow creased at the onset of his orgasm; he pursed his lips, biting them from the inside to keep from releasing guttural sounds, and breathed heavily through his nose. As the spasms abated, he leaned over and rested his forehead between Nino’s shoulder blades, gulping air to refill his lungs. Nino wiggled his ass, Ohno’s softening cock still inside him. He wasn’t done yet.
Ohno’s mother taught her son to finish everything he started. He reached around and resumed his disciplined stroking of Nino’s penis. With the heel of his free hand, Ohno applied pressure the base of Nino’s spine with a light, circular motion. Not two strokes later, Nino was cumming into Ohno’s hand for the second time that day, this time accompanied by gaspy cries.
Ohno slipped out of Nino and pulled several sheets of paper towel from the dispenser at his shoulder. He wet the towel in the sink, cleaning himself off before tending to Nino, lightly wiped the cum and lube from his skin. Nino grabbed a handful of paper towel and wiped the mess he’d made off the toilet seat cover and his lube-handprints off the wall. He turned around and faced Ohno, who fixed Nino’s ruffled hair. Checking that all clothing was in proper order, Nino reached behind Ohno to unlock the door.
“Shouldn’t you wait here?” Ohno asked as Nino followed him out of the bathroom.
“Why?” That impish grin played at Nino’s lips.
“The others will know.”
“It’s not my fault you can’t lie worth a damn.” Nino reached down and gave Ohno’s still tender cock a little pat through the front of his jeans. “Besides, payback’s a bitch.”