A sick Ohno...
** Writer's block! **
I've lost sight of the MatsuWhale fic: at this point of the story I want to write a good Sakumoto but it's not working :-/
Anything good is coming out, I'm not satisfied about it! :°(
I'm lacking in good ideas right now... So, what should I do?
I could focus on something else for the time being… something that won't bind me as a chaptered story, something that I can post quickly… Ok, a drabble. (or something like that.)
Let's go! o/
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× Title: A sick Ohno...
× Length: 760 words
× Betareader: exceptionally, lalois ! ^o^
× Pairing: Ohmiya
× Rating: R
× Genre: romance? crack?
× Summary: Have a look at the image and let your imagination run wild :°D
× Disclaimer: I could own the thermometer!
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Ohno was sick in bed.
He wasn't seriously ill, but indeed he was feeling bad, lying in bed with a sore throat and a runny nose.
He knew he only had to blame himself for going fishing even with such a cold weather… but he had looked forward so much to his day off, that he really couldn't shut himself up that day just because it was a little rainy!!
So, now he was dealing with consequences.
Wriggling underneath his bed-clothes, he wasn't able to fall asleep even though he was dead tired... he knew he should have eaten something yet he wasn't hungry... but most of all, he knew perfectly well that he wasn't allowed to get sick and he needed to heal soon.
Sniffing disconsolate he finally took his arm out from the pile of blankets covering him, reaching his mobile phone on the nightstand to text a message to his closest bandmate:
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<> was the bratty reply.
The Arashi's leader pouted in disappointment. It wasn't working. ...He wasn't worried for him, at all!
Or maybe he was really angry with him...
In both cases, the best thing to do was not to reply anymore.
Indeed, a few minutes later the phone rang.
The sick man let it ring a bunch of times before picking up, and when he did he ensured to let out his worst tone.
"Hello?" he grunted lowly
"How bad are you feeling?" asked immediately Ninomiya, getting straight to the point.
"Bad enough for not being able to cook a meal..." Ohno wanted him to come over, no matter what.
Because Ohno had never liked being alone at home, moreover when he's feeling sick and he's missing his boyfriend.
"Tsk! I knew it would have ended in this way!" exclaimed the brat in a slight annoyed tone "You should order something to take away instead of bothering people who are busy enough with their own business!"
Silence.
"...so... Should I call Matsujun then?"
Silence.
"Let me kill the final boss and I'll be there"
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Thirty minutes later, Nino was banging at Ohno's front door.
The artist went opening the door, wrapped in his warm blanket, clearly showing his pitiful condition.
"It took you a lot of time. I thought you weren't coming anymore..." he mumbled softly, when he had already turned his back to his friend and was heading back to his own bedroom.
"The final boss was tougher than I thought" replied the other nonchalantly with his hands in his pockets, following the sick man yet keeping a certain distance from him.
Ninomiya was still a little pissed; he didn't want to satisfy his lover so soon... he wanted him to feel a little guilty as well.
But when the older man slipped under the cover, shivering visibly, he couldn't help but feel worried about him...
"..Are you sick for real then?" he asked finally
"Don't you believe me?"
The brat leant forward and leant his forehead against Ohno's, as to check his body's temperature.
"It's not that you are much hotter than usual..." he said then without moving away, whispering mischievously against his lips.
"But I AM" was the firm answer that came from the dancer "You are just measuring it in the wrong way..."
The brat sighed in exasperation, then finally he seemed to surrender... he abandoned his serious behaviour and shifted to his sweetest attitude. He was dealing with a sick person, after all...
"You should turn around. Lay on your stomach"
"Are you going to rub ointment on my back?" asked happily the Arashi's leader, now excited about being finally pampered.
Nino didn't reply directly at his question, but he somehow answered silently by lifting his shirt from behind, to softly caress his back...
"Mmhh... feels good..."
The magician's hands travelled on his boyfriend's hot body, massaging him with decisive strokes... until they moved down to his pants' elastic band and shifted inside, grabbing his firm butt.
"Nino? ...what are you doing?"
"Shh... I'm checking your temperature..."
Another soft stroke, a familiar hand grabbing him, sliding in between his buttocks... then he suddenly felt something hard and cold touching his skin, invading him.
He was about to react, to rebel, but Nino's soft strokes on his back were calming him down, reassuring him...
"Have you noticed? With just a bit of strokes you start purring... even though you have a thermometer into your ass!"
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XD
Please don't think that I'm gone completely crazy.
Ok... you are allowed to think that, BUT let me tell you that there's a reason why I wrote this, and it's the very last sentence.
It doesn't belong to me: the one person who first said it was lycchy's cat's veterinarian (using these exact words :°D)... and she obviously couldn't do anything but report it to me, as a request/prompt for a fic!!!
Well girl... at last I managed to write it! X°D
Are you happy now?