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Fic ~ Leader Knows What He Likes
Hi, guys! I have the next chapter here, freshly baked and everything! But be careful – it’s HOT! >.< Seriously though, it’s up a little earlier than I planned today because I have a job interview this morning and I want to post this before I leave. Actually, I have interviews lined up all next week too. One on Monday, one Tuesday, and THREE on Thrusday! o_O (But my current boss has been really nice about it and let me switch my night shifts so I don’t have to work that night. \^o^/ Anyway, enough of my rambling, on to the fic:
Chapter Specific Warning: Contains scenes on a sexual nature….
Title: Recoil (Chapter Three ~ Complications)
Series Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/Smut
Characters: Arashi
Word Count: 3,500
Type: Multi-Chapter/Series
Summary: When Ohno goes to Nino for advice, he inadvertently turns the younger man’s world around. But Nino is no fool; he knows how to get on top of the situation.
Disclaimer: I own nothing dammit!
Progress:
Prologue - Precedent - HERE
Chapter One - Duality - HERE
Chapter Two – Implications - HERE
Chapter Three ~ Complications
“How long have you been waiting there Oh-chan?” Ninomiya shifted his shopping awkwardly in his arms and dug his keys from his pocket.
“Not long.” The older man lied, moving quickly to take the bags from his friend.
With both arms free, Ninomiya was able to open the door and beckon the other man inside. “You could’ve called first.” He reminded him, hitting the lights and slipping out of his coat.
“I… uh, forgot.” Placing the groceries on the kitchen counter, Ohno began to routinely unpack the items.
Amused by the sight of his leader doing his chores, the young man smiled. “You don’t have to do that.” He told him with a smirk. “I’ll get to it later.”
“Do what?” It took the man a few moments of staring at the products in his hands before he understood Kazunari’s intent. But when he did realise it, the retiring young Idol just shrugged. “Ah, it’s fine. I’ll help.”
Chuckling, the sharp-witted musician came forward to assist. “I’d let you do it all yourself Oh-chan.” He noted wryly. “Except I’d probably never find anything – Look, fresh produce goes in the fridge, not the pantry.” He took the item from the other man and put it away correctly to illustrate his point. Ohno just grinned, showing no sign of remorse.
For a while, the pair went about their task leisurely, occasionally pausing to exchange small-talk. As Ninomiya took the last items from the bags and put them away, however, he turned to his leader. “So what’s the matter?” He asked, folding his arms and casually bracing his hip at the counter.
“I’m not sure…” Ohno confessed. “It’s all really confusing, but…”
“But…?”
He sighed. “I don’t know– I just wanted to talk to you. It’s about Matsujun.”
Ninomiya was well aware of the situation his two friends were in, but he was not sure he wanted to get truly involved himself. Hoping to keep the tone of their conversation light, he fixed the older man with a steady gaze. “If you came to regale me with more details of your sex life, Oh-chan, I don’t want to know.” His accompanying smirk took the sting out of his words as he continued. “I still have nightmares from the time you told me entirely too much about your adventures in public shower sex.”
“It wasn’t public.” Ohno protested, completely missing the point.
The young man scoffed derisively. “Maybe not totally public.” He conceded. “But we all had to use those showers after the concert. Do you have any idea how weird it was when you told me that I had just used the same shower you and Matsujun had gotten down and dirty in the night before?”
Chuckling at the look of feigned horror on Kazunari’s face and his additional exaggerated shudder, Ohno almost forgot the reason he had come in the first place. There was something about the blunt way Ninomiya talked that made even the most convoluted of situations seem simple. His skill at plain speaking and his observant nature was an asset that the reluctant leader had come to rely upon over the years. And it was that pragmatic wisdom that Ohno needed now.
“It’s not about that anyway.” The soft-spoken artist clarified. “I was just thinking that it’s all getting… complicated.”
With a heavy sigh, Ninomiya pulled himself up to sit on the counter. “How so?” He asked, resting his hands in his lap and crossing his legs at the ankles.
Rather than look up at his friend, Satoshi’s gaze was glued to his own feet as he replied. “I get the feeling that Matsujun is treating me differently ever since the whole thing started.” He admitted. “And I don’t understand why.”
Mindful not to say too much, Ninomiya chose his words carefully. “So? The guy’s banging you. He’s gotten to know you inside and out; he’s bound to act a little differently.”
“But that’s the whole problem Nino~” The older man whined. “He’s been acting as if we barely know each other. I mean, it’s fine if we’re working or other members are around, but when we’re alone together – unless we’re actually have sex – it’s like I don’t exist.”
This revelation gave the younger man pause. Thinking about it, he could understand why Jun would feel the need to hold Ohno and arms length, but he could also see why that would worry their leader. Matsumoto was protecting his own feelings, but at the same time, he was making Ohno feel at fault.
But Ninomiya could say none of this aloud; it was not his place to spill Jun’s secrets. Instead, he tried a more circumspect route. “Ohno-kun, how do you feel about Matsujun?” He enquired gravely.
Ohno met his searching gaze head-on. “He’s Matsujun…. He’s the same as all the other members. I think about you all the same.”
The sardonic man gave a dry chuckle at the typically incomplete answer. “And that is…?” He pressed.
“I don’t know…. We’ve known each other for a long time; I trust you guys. We get along well and it’s fun. You guys are like family.”
“We’d be a pretty incestuous family if that were true.” Ninomiya pointed out with a smirk. While Satoshi snorted in amusement at the jibe, the young man continued in a more serious vein. “But you’re sleeping with him, right? If he’s exactly the same as the rest of us, why do you do it with him? There must be some reason for it.”
“Not really.” Ohno shrugged. “Except that Matsujun wanted to.”
“So you’ll screw anyone who wants you?” Ninomiya asked suspiciously.
“No. That’s a little…” The older man struggled to find the right words to explain himself properly. “But he’s a fellow member of Arashi, just like you, and Sho-kun and Aiba-chan; why would I say no? Wasn’t it the same for you and Aiba-chan back then?”
“You have no idea how right you are…” The mordant gamer muttered darkly to himself. It felt odd to be looking at his situation reflected back at him from the other perspective after all these years. Odd, and somewhat surreal. It was as if he was gaining insight into how Aiba had seen their circumstances at the time – how he still saw it now. The realisation was not an awful thing, but rather a weight off his mind.
Still, his past experience would not help Satoshi now; namely because Ninomiya was not yet prepared to share the intimate details of his prior emotional turmoil with the older man.
“Well then!” He exclaimed forcefully, jumping from his perch to land on his feet with a dull thud. “Maybe Matsujun isn’t acting strangely at all. Maybe you’re just more sensitive to his moods lately.” He suggested, moving to wrap an arm over his friends’ shoulder and steer him towards the living room.
“What do you mean?” Ohno demanded, soundly mildly affronted.
“Look, we both know Matsujun gets in a snit all by himself sometimes. He probably got annoyed at having to wear clashing colours or something; I wouldn’t take it personally.” Ninomiya dissembled smoothly, pulling the other man to sit beside him on the couch.
Ohno was silent for a moment before shooting the man sideways accusatory glance. When he spoke, his voice held an edge of mild reproach. “You know – now that I think about it – you’ve been kind of strange lately too.”
“Eh?”
Warming up to his complaint, Ohno sat up to glare stubbornly at his friend. “Yeah, you don’t play around with me like before. Even when the cameras are rolling, we don’t give our usual fan-service and I can’t even remember the last time you touched my butt!”
The absurdity of the claim was too much for Ninomiya and he could not contain his burst of laughter. “Seriously!? Geez Oh-chan, we were told to tone it down, remember?”
The gamers’ mirth did nothing to improve Ohno’s disposition. “Tone it down, yes.” He accepted flatly. “But not stop altogether.”
“I’m fairly sure I was manhandling you during filming a few weeks ago though…” He muttered in a playful manner. However, Satoshi remained unmoved by his attempt at joviality. Quickly realising that this was not the time to be teasing his usually docile friend, Ninomiya changed gears. “Does it really bother you that much?” He questioned solemnly.
“I’m not mad or anything…” Ohno replied, falling back against the cushions with a sigh. “But you never listened to them before, so…. Why now?”
The question caught Kazunari by surprise and he found himself having to think deeply about it. He honestly had not noticed himself behaving any differently, but when he considered it, he saw that Satoshi was correct. Ever since Ohno had told him about the purely physical he shared with Matsumoto, Ninomiya had become a lot less blatant about pleasing their fans with inappropriate actions directed towards their leader.
In a flash of insight, he realised that he was actually repeating an old pattern. Long ago, when it became clear to him that Masaki was developing feelings for Sho, Ninomiya had been quick to take himself out of the equation. He had worked furtively to push the pair together even, all the while telling himself he was being a good friend. Still, it had taken the couple nearly half a decade to finally get together and only then, because of a childish game of Truth or Dare that Kazunari had tricked Aiba into playing.
Somehow, in the time between his falling for Masaki and realising that he would never have the tall man, it had become Ninomiya’s goal to make sure Aiba was happy – No matter the cost to himself. To that end, he had watched over the wayward pair for six years, making it his personal mission to support them secretly until they became a couple and even afterwards.
Although Ninomiya did not consider his feelings for Ohno to be anything more than friendship, he had been acting subconsciously in exactly the same manner he had back then. Like a bad habit, he had backed down without even thinking about it. Despite the fact that there should have been no reason for him to do so, Ninomiya had retreated for fear of standing in the way of his friends.
The unpleasant comprehension angered the young man. Whether it was necessary or not, he had been running away from confrontation. He had never thought of himself as timid before, but his involuntary actions seemed to suggest otherwise. He could almost hear Jun’s taunting voice echoing in his mind.
“It makes you weak.”
Ninomiya hated the thought that he had become so used to giving up that he had done so without even noticing. He despised himself for being such a coward. Rationally, he knew that Matsumoto would never have thought of him as a threat anyway – he had no reason to. But that too, bothered the man; was he really so easily dismissed?
By being the person his friends relied upon for support, had Kazunari made himself less visible to them? Like the pedestal of some ornate sculpture, was he beneath notice; often seen and recognised but quickly forgotten in favour of the main attraction? The thought haunted him, but Ninomiya was nothing if not practical. If that was how he was seen – or not seen – he would just have to change their perceptions.
“Nino…?” Satoshi prompted quietly when the silence had stretched out a few moments too long. The dark, speculative gleam that shone from his companions eyes as he turned slowly to gaze at Ohno held a wealth of secrets. Licking his lips nervously, Ohno tried again. “What?”
“You want fan-service Oh-chan?” The man goaded enigmatically. Before Ohno could formulate a response, Ninomiya moved, swinging his leg up and over, he came to straddle Satoshi’s lap.
“What are you doing?” The older man asked calmly, even as his hands went to Kazunari’s waist to steady the man.
“Fan-service.” He stated plainly.
“But there’s no one around.”
Ninomiya smirked. “Maybe not. But I'm your biggest fan right now, and you seem like you need the service.” Placing his hands at Ohno’s chest, he caressed the man through his clothing.
Apparently unperturbed by the sudden turn of events, Satoshi had just one question: “Are you just trying to change the subject?”
“Actually Leader,” Ninomiya murmured, leaning in close with a dangerous smile. “I’m changing the whole situation.”
“Oh. OK.” In spite of the fact that Ohno had no idea what had spurred his friends’ impulsive action, he did not object. Truthfully, the older man had been anticipating some time alone with Matsumoto that day, and he was unaccustomed to being left wanting. While he was not exactly bothered by the neglect on an emotional level, it had been some time since he had last addressed his physical needs. And when Ninomiya shifted his weight on top of him, Ohno was quick to respond.
As Ninomiya pressed their lips softly together, Satoshi received him gladly, and the younger man lost his inhibitions when Ohno’s tongue first met his own. Pushing deeper into the kiss, Ninomiya explored the other mans’ mouth with bold, broad swipes of his tongue, tasting of liquid heat and sharing their hot, panting breath.
They moved roughly against one another as the tension between them built. Fingers tangling in Satoshi’s hair, Kazunari broke away long enough to get a fresh lungful of air before yanking the man back to reclaim his parted lips. Ohno’s hands slid over every part of his body that they could reach. First travelling from his knees, over the hard muscle of his thighs, then up and under Ninomiya’s t-shirt, he caressed the firm expanse of his bare chest.
Groaning into Ohno’s mouth as those talented fingers brushed purposely over his nipples, Ninomiya rocked against the man hard. Reaching down to fumble with the clasp of Ohno’s belt, the younger man practically growled when his growing need made him too clumsy to complete the task.
Ninomiya continued to struggle for a moment before Ohno impatiently pushed his hands away and undid the buckle himself. “Nino,” He gasped out once he had done so. “You need to get off me for a minute.” His voice was coarse and strained with lust.
Taking a deep, unsteady breath, Ninomiya gave a single nod as he backed up to get to his feet, pulling the artist up after him. Stood face-to-face, just inches apart, he helped Satoshi out of his shirt and his breath hitched. Drinking in the sight of the tanned, sculpted perfection of Ohno’s naked torso and drunk on his own ardour, Ninomiya licked his lips. “Leader…” Throat dry and his body trembling with desire, Ninomiya could barely recognise himself. “You know, I’ve never actually….”
Ohno did not need to hear the rest; he simply shrugged, reached over, and pulled Ninomiya’s t-shirt off over his head. “I’ll tell you if you do anything wrong.” He offered impiously.
“But–”
“It’s fine.” The man forestalled him, reaching into his pocket and taking out a small tube that he then handed to his friend. “I trust you. Besides, if you don’t finish what you started…” He ended on a vague threat.
Staring incredulously at the object that Ohno had placed in his palm, Ninomiya muttered to himself. “I can’t believe you carry it around….”
Satoshi chose to ignore that remark and closed the distance between them, pulling the other man in for another brief kiss. “C’mon,” He cajoled brashly. “Don’t give up now.” Inadvertently, he used the exact words that would ensure that the gamer would do anything but.
Roughly, Ninomiya held fast to Ohno’s hips and nipped at the man’s swollen lips. “Not a chance.” He growled challengingly, and in one swift, smooth motion he lowered Satoshi’s jeans and boxers to the knees. While Ohno shimmied the rest of the way out of his clothes, Ninomiya finished undressing himself. The reality of the situation only served to stoke the flames of his lust as Ohno took his arm and led him back to the couch.
Kazunari fell back into the seat while the other man took the initiative and climbed onto his lap, essentially reversing their previous positions. With unwavering purpose, Ohno curled his fingers around Ninomiya’s staring erection and stroked the man to the rhythm of their uneven, gasping fervour. Completely caught up in the feel of Ohno’s cool hand pumping his cock, Ninomiya let out a low moan. His fingers kneading the smooth skin of the man’s upper thighs and ass, he rocked into the erotic grip of his friend.
“Kazu…” Ohno’s voice was gruff, a hint of desperation colouring his tone. Picking up the lubricant that the younger man had let fall to his side, he pressed it into Ninomiya’s palm. “Touch me.” He begged wantonly.
Kazunari hesitated. “Oh-chan–”
“Just- One at a time, OK?” The older man cautioned breathlessly. “Please, Nino~”
He could not refuse; nor did he want to. Uncapping the bottle, Ninomiya slathered a generous amount of the slick liquid onto his hands. Ohno shifted slightly to make it easier for the other man to reach him and rested his head against his friend so that their brows met. Holding Ninomiya’s gaze as the man pressed one slender finger inside of him, the artist groaned pleasurably.
Gradually, they found a rhythm that suited them both and Satoshi pushed against Kazunari’s hand, urging him on. “More Nino...” He panted.
“Mm, a-are you sure…?” Ninomiya asked through gritted teeth, as he tried in vain to keep his voice even. Ohno felt almost painfully tight against just one finger; he could barely imagine how it would feel to bury himself inside the other man. But as sweat beaded upon his brow and the artist insisted huskily, Ninomiya gave in to Ohno’s pleas.
While Satoshi continued to pump his hot flesh, Ninomiya pushed a second digit inside the man. When after a few tentative strokes, Ninomiya stretched his fingers within him, Ohno gasped, releasing the breath a second later as a mewling sigh. “Ah- yeah… like that.” He moaned encouragingly, blindly reaching for the tube of lubricant and coating his own hands. Boldly, he smeared the cool gel over the other mans erection, sliding it against his own at the same time.
Base need and carnal desire drove them both to a gasping passion, lost to reason; seeking gratification amidst the burning heat. As the older man felt himself edge closer to oblivion at Ninomiya’s probing touch, he closed his eyes against the sparks that obscured his vision. “I’m… ready. Now.” He ground out when he felt he could take it no longer.
Unable to spare the breath required to answer, Ninomiya just nodded. Wordlessly, he helped the agile man manoeuvre over his slick shaft. And as Ohno sank slowly and clenched around his girth and sheathed his cock as far as he could, Ninomiya bit back a curse. It was so much hotter and tighter than he had ever thought possible.
In desperation, he held the older man still, giving himself time to adjust. Muscles rigid, he fought the pressure that threatened to rip from him at any moment. Finally wrestling back control, he moved to fist the shaft of the man in his lap with long, measured strokes.
But as Ohno drew closer to orgasm, he could not keep himself from moving against his friend. Then, Ninomiya surrendered, trusting hard and deep into the other man and drilling into the tight channel of his ass with mindless abandon.
Breath heaving with every shove, Ohno moaned senselessly. Clawing at Kazunari’s chest, he coaxed the man on with a string of filthy words, letting the younger man know just how good it felt and just how close he was.
That was it. Ninomiya crested, to be followed seconds later by the other man. In a messy frenzy, they spilled hot and hard in shuddering undulations of relief and clung to one another as the feeling subsided.
Slumped together, breathless and exhausted, in a sweaty, sticky heap, they were silent for a time. After a few minutes, however, when their gasps had quieted and their shared heat had cooled, Ohno shivered. “I’m cold.” He mumbled sleepily into Ninomiya’s chest.
The younger man could not help the wry smile that graced his lips. “You can use the shower first.” He offered.
Carefully untangling himself from his friend and getting to his feet, the artist stretched. “Thanks.” He said through a yawn.
“For what?” Ninomiya quipped dryly. “The shower or the orgasm?”
“Both.” Satoshi replied, shooting the man a grin over his shoulder as he headed toward the bathroom.
But once the man was out of sight, Ninomiya sat back with a groan. In some part of his mind, he had expected to regret his reckless behaviour, yet he did not – could not. He knew that Jun might suffer for it, and while he felt a pang of guilt at that, he had enjoyed himself too much to wish it had never happened. Besides, Matsumoto could hardly claim the moral high ground; not after what had happened between them last night.
To be continued…
HERE
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Geez.… this got kinda long. But hopefully, it was worth it. It was worth it, right? Right? Well, if Ohmiya getting steamy isn’t really to your liking, never fear: For there is sure to be something that will interest you later in this clusterfuck of a tale. XD
Oh, and a little note on the next chapter (for those of you who are familiar with my earlier fics): Keep your eyes peeled for the triumphant return of a certain little genius. ♥
The next chapter will be posted on:Tuesday 23rd February.*UPDATED* If you want to keep track of this story (and all my other works,) check out my master post [HERE] I’ll keep it updated with any new information.
Comments, criticisms, opinions and ideas are all welcome! ♥
Anyway, I have to run now, but I’ll be back later to see what you guys think....
Chapter Specific Warning: Contains scenes on a sexual nature….
Title: Recoil (Chapter Three ~ Complications)
Series Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance/Smut
Characters: Arashi
Word Count: 3,500
Type: Multi-Chapter/Series
Summary: When Ohno goes to Nino for advice, he inadvertently turns the younger man’s world around. But Nino is no fool; he knows how to get on top of the situation.
Disclaimer: I own nothing dammit!
Progress:
Prologue - Precedent - HERE
Chapter One - Duality - HERE
Chapter Two – Implications - HERE
Recoil
Chapter Three ~ Complications
“How long have you been waiting there Oh-chan?” Ninomiya shifted his shopping awkwardly in his arms and dug his keys from his pocket.
“Not long.” The older man lied, moving quickly to take the bags from his friend.
With both arms free, Ninomiya was able to open the door and beckon the other man inside. “You could’ve called first.” He reminded him, hitting the lights and slipping out of his coat.
“I… uh, forgot.” Placing the groceries on the kitchen counter, Ohno began to routinely unpack the items.
Amused by the sight of his leader doing his chores, the young man smiled. “You don’t have to do that.” He told him with a smirk. “I’ll get to it later.”
“Do what?” It took the man a few moments of staring at the products in his hands before he understood Kazunari’s intent. But when he did realise it, the retiring young Idol just shrugged. “Ah, it’s fine. I’ll help.”
Chuckling, the sharp-witted musician came forward to assist. “I’d let you do it all yourself Oh-chan.” He noted wryly. “Except I’d probably never find anything – Look, fresh produce goes in the fridge, not the pantry.” He took the item from the other man and put it away correctly to illustrate his point. Ohno just grinned, showing no sign of remorse.
For a while, the pair went about their task leisurely, occasionally pausing to exchange small-talk. As Ninomiya took the last items from the bags and put them away, however, he turned to his leader. “So what’s the matter?” He asked, folding his arms and casually bracing his hip at the counter.
“I’m not sure…” Ohno confessed. “It’s all really confusing, but…”
“But…?”
He sighed. “I don’t know– I just wanted to talk to you. It’s about Matsujun.”
Ninomiya was well aware of the situation his two friends were in, but he was not sure he wanted to get truly involved himself. Hoping to keep the tone of their conversation light, he fixed the older man with a steady gaze. “If you came to regale me with more details of your sex life, Oh-chan, I don’t want to know.” His accompanying smirk took the sting out of his words as he continued. “I still have nightmares from the time you told me entirely too much about your adventures in public shower sex.”
“It wasn’t public.” Ohno protested, completely missing the point.
The young man scoffed derisively. “Maybe not totally public.” He conceded. “But we all had to use those showers after the concert. Do you have any idea how weird it was when you told me that I had just used the same shower you and Matsujun had gotten down and dirty in the night before?”
Chuckling at the look of feigned horror on Kazunari’s face and his additional exaggerated shudder, Ohno almost forgot the reason he had come in the first place. There was something about the blunt way Ninomiya talked that made even the most convoluted of situations seem simple. His skill at plain speaking and his observant nature was an asset that the reluctant leader had come to rely upon over the years. And it was that pragmatic wisdom that Ohno needed now.
“It’s not about that anyway.” The soft-spoken artist clarified. “I was just thinking that it’s all getting… complicated.”
With a heavy sigh, Ninomiya pulled himself up to sit on the counter. “How so?” He asked, resting his hands in his lap and crossing his legs at the ankles.
Rather than look up at his friend, Satoshi’s gaze was glued to his own feet as he replied. “I get the feeling that Matsujun is treating me differently ever since the whole thing started.” He admitted. “And I don’t understand why.”
Mindful not to say too much, Ninomiya chose his words carefully. “So? The guy’s banging you. He’s gotten to know you inside and out; he’s bound to act a little differently.”
“But that’s the whole problem Nino~” The older man whined. “He’s been acting as if we barely know each other. I mean, it’s fine if we’re working or other members are around, but when we’re alone together – unless we’re actually have sex – it’s like I don’t exist.”
This revelation gave the younger man pause. Thinking about it, he could understand why Jun would feel the need to hold Ohno and arms length, but he could also see why that would worry their leader. Matsumoto was protecting his own feelings, but at the same time, he was making Ohno feel at fault.
But Ninomiya could say none of this aloud; it was not his place to spill Jun’s secrets. Instead, he tried a more circumspect route. “Ohno-kun, how do you feel about Matsujun?” He enquired gravely.
Ohno met his searching gaze head-on. “He’s Matsujun…. He’s the same as all the other members. I think about you all the same.”
The sardonic man gave a dry chuckle at the typically incomplete answer. “And that is…?” He pressed.
“I don’t know…. We’ve known each other for a long time; I trust you guys. We get along well and it’s fun. You guys are like family.”
“We’d be a pretty incestuous family if that were true.” Ninomiya pointed out with a smirk. While Satoshi snorted in amusement at the jibe, the young man continued in a more serious vein. “But you’re sleeping with him, right? If he’s exactly the same as the rest of us, why do you do it with him? There must be some reason for it.”
“Not really.” Ohno shrugged. “Except that Matsujun wanted to.”
“So you’ll screw anyone who wants you?” Ninomiya asked suspiciously.
“No. That’s a little…” The older man struggled to find the right words to explain himself properly. “But he’s a fellow member of Arashi, just like you, and Sho-kun and Aiba-chan; why would I say no? Wasn’t it the same for you and Aiba-chan back then?”
“You have no idea how right you are…” The mordant gamer muttered darkly to himself. It felt odd to be looking at his situation reflected back at him from the other perspective after all these years. Odd, and somewhat surreal. It was as if he was gaining insight into how Aiba had seen their circumstances at the time – how he still saw it now. The realisation was not an awful thing, but rather a weight off his mind.
Still, his past experience would not help Satoshi now; namely because Ninomiya was not yet prepared to share the intimate details of his prior emotional turmoil with the older man.
“Well then!” He exclaimed forcefully, jumping from his perch to land on his feet with a dull thud. “Maybe Matsujun isn’t acting strangely at all. Maybe you’re just more sensitive to his moods lately.” He suggested, moving to wrap an arm over his friends’ shoulder and steer him towards the living room.
“What do you mean?” Ohno demanded, soundly mildly affronted.
“Look, we both know Matsujun gets in a snit all by himself sometimes. He probably got annoyed at having to wear clashing colours or something; I wouldn’t take it personally.” Ninomiya dissembled smoothly, pulling the other man to sit beside him on the couch.
Ohno was silent for a moment before shooting the man sideways accusatory glance. When he spoke, his voice held an edge of mild reproach. “You know – now that I think about it – you’ve been kind of strange lately too.”
“Eh?”
Warming up to his complaint, Ohno sat up to glare stubbornly at his friend. “Yeah, you don’t play around with me like before. Even when the cameras are rolling, we don’t give our usual fan-service and I can’t even remember the last time you touched my butt!”
The absurdity of the claim was too much for Ninomiya and he could not contain his burst of laughter. “Seriously!? Geez Oh-chan, we were told to tone it down, remember?”
The gamers’ mirth did nothing to improve Ohno’s disposition. “Tone it down, yes.” He accepted flatly. “But not stop altogether.”
“I’m fairly sure I was manhandling you during filming a few weeks ago though…” He muttered in a playful manner. However, Satoshi remained unmoved by his attempt at joviality. Quickly realising that this was not the time to be teasing his usually docile friend, Ninomiya changed gears. “Does it really bother you that much?” He questioned solemnly.
“I’m not mad or anything…” Ohno replied, falling back against the cushions with a sigh. “But you never listened to them before, so…. Why now?”
The question caught Kazunari by surprise and he found himself having to think deeply about it. He honestly had not noticed himself behaving any differently, but when he considered it, he saw that Satoshi was correct. Ever since Ohno had told him about the purely physical he shared with Matsumoto, Ninomiya had become a lot less blatant about pleasing their fans with inappropriate actions directed towards their leader.
In a flash of insight, he realised that he was actually repeating an old pattern. Long ago, when it became clear to him that Masaki was developing feelings for Sho, Ninomiya had been quick to take himself out of the equation. He had worked furtively to push the pair together even, all the while telling himself he was being a good friend. Still, it had taken the couple nearly half a decade to finally get together and only then, because of a childish game of Truth or Dare that Kazunari had tricked Aiba into playing.
Somehow, in the time between his falling for Masaki and realising that he would never have the tall man, it had become Ninomiya’s goal to make sure Aiba was happy – No matter the cost to himself. To that end, he had watched over the wayward pair for six years, making it his personal mission to support them secretly until they became a couple and even afterwards.
Although Ninomiya did not consider his feelings for Ohno to be anything more than friendship, he had been acting subconsciously in exactly the same manner he had back then. Like a bad habit, he had backed down without even thinking about it. Despite the fact that there should have been no reason for him to do so, Ninomiya had retreated for fear of standing in the way of his friends.
The unpleasant comprehension angered the young man. Whether it was necessary or not, he had been running away from confrontation. He had never thought of himself as timid before, but his involuntary actions seemed to suggest otherwise. He could almost hear Jun’s taunting voice echoing in his mind.
“It makes you weak.”
Ninomiya hated the thought that he had become so used to giving up that he had done so without even noticing. He despised himself for being such a coward. Rationally, he knew that Matsumoto would never have thought of him as a threat anyway – he had no reason to. But that too, bothered the man; was he really so easily dismissed?
By being the person his friends relied upon for support, had Kazunari made himself less visible to them? Like the pedestal of some ornate sculpture, was he beneath notice; often seen and recognised but quickly forgotten in favour of the main attraction? The thought haunted him, but Ninomiya was nothing if not practical. If that was how he was seen – or not seen – he would just have to change their perceptions.
“Nino…?” Satoshi prompted quietly when the silence had stretched out a few moments too long. The dark, speculative gleam that shone from his companions eyes as he turned slowly to gaze at Ohno held a wealth of secrets. Licking his lips nervously, Ohno tried again. “What?”
“You want fan-service Oh-chan?” The man goaded enigmatically. Before Ohno could formulate a response, Ninomiya moved, swinging his leg up and over, he came to straddle Satoshi’s lap.
“What are you doing?” The older man asked calmly, even as his hands went to Kazunari’s waist to steady the man.
“Fan-service.” He stated plainly.
“But there’s no one around.”
Ninomiya smirked. “Maybe not. But I'm your biggest fan right now, and you seem like you need the service.” Placing his hands at Ohno’s chest, he caressed the man through his clothing.
Apparently unperturbed by the sudden turn of events, Satoshi had just one question: “Are you just trying to change the subject?”
“Actually Leader,” Ninomiya murmured, leaning in close with a dangerous smile. “I’m changing the whole situation.”
“Oh. OK.” In spite of the fact that Ohno had no idea what had spurred his friends’ impulsive action, he did not object. Truthfully, the older man had been anticipating some time alone with Matsumoto that day, and he was unaccustomed to being left wanting. While he was not exactly bothered by the neglect on an emotional level, it had been some time since he had last addressed his physical needs. And when Ninomiya shifted his weight on top of him, Ohno was quick to respond.
As Ninomiya pressed their lips softly together, Satoshi received him gladly, and the younger man lost his inhibitions when Ohno’s tongue first met his own. Pushing deeper into the kiss, Ninomiya explored the other mans’ mouth with bold, broad swipes of his tongue, tasting of liquid heat and sharing their hot, panting breath.
They moved roughly against one another as the tension between them built. Fingers tangling in Satoshi’s hair, Kazunari broke away long enough to get a fresh lungful of air before yanking the man back to reclaim his parted lips. Ohno’s hands slid over every part of his body that they could reach. First travelling from his knees, over the hard muscle of his thighs, then up and under Ninomiya’s t-shirt, he caressed the firm expanse of his bare chest.
Groaning into Ohno’s mouth as those talented fingers brushed purposely over his nipples, Ninomiya rocked against the man hard. Reaching down to fumble with the clasp of Ohno’s belt, the younger man practically growled when his growing need made him too clumsy to complete the task.
Ninomiya continued to struggle for a moment before Ohno impatiently pushed his hands away and undid the buckle himself. “Nino,” He gasped out once he had done so. “You need to get off me for a minute.” His voice was coarse and strained with lust.
Taking a deep, unsteady breath, Ninomiya gave a single nod as he backed up to get to his feet, pulling the artist up after him. Stood face-to-face, just inches apart, he helped Satoshi out of his shirt and his breath hitched. Drinking in the sight of the tanned, sculpted perfection of Ohno’s naked torso and drunk on his own ardour, Ninomiya licked his lips. “Leader…” Throat dry and his body trembling with desire, Ninomiya could barely recognise himself. “You know, I’ve never actually….”
Ohno did not need to hear the rest; he simply shrugged, reached over, and pulled Ninomiya’s t-shirt off over his head. “I’ll tell you if you do anything wrong.” He offered impiously.
“But–”
“It’s fine.” The man forestalled him, reaching into his pocket and taking out a small tube that he then handed to his friend. “I trust you. Besides, if you don’t finish what you started…” He ended on a vague threat.
Staring incredulously at the object that Ohno had placed in his palm, Ninomiya muttered to himself. “I can’t believe you carry it around….”
Satoshi chose to ignore that remark and closed the distance between them, pulling the other man in for another brief kiss. “C’mon,” He cajoled brashly. “Don’t give up now.” Inadvertently, he used the exact words that would ensure that the gamer would do anything but.
Roughly, Ninomiya held fast to Ohno’s hips and nipped at the man’s swollen lips. “Not a chance.” He growled challengingly, and in one swift, smooth motion he lowered Satoshi’s jeans and boxers to the knees. While Ohno shimmied the rest of the way out of his clothes, Ninomiya finished undressing himself. The reality of the situation only served to stoke the flames of his lust as Ohno took his arm and led him back to the couch.
Kazunari fell back into the seat while the other man took the initiative and climbed onto his lap, essentially reversing their previous positions. With unwavering purpose, Ohno curled his fingers around Ninomiya’s staring erection and stroked the man to the rhythm of their uneven, gasping fervour. Completely caught up in the feel of Ohno’s cool hand pumping his cock, Ninomiya let out a low moan. His fingers kneading the smooth skin of the man’s upper thighs and ass, he rocked into the erotic grip of his friend.
“Kazu…” Ohno’s voice was gruff, a hint of desperation colouring his tone. Picking up the lubricant that the younger man had let fall to his side, he pressed it into Ninomiya’s palm. “Touch me.” He begged wantonly.
Kazunari hesitated. “Oh-chan–”
“Just- One at a time, OK?” The older man cautioned breathlessly. “Please, Nino~”
He could not refuse; nor did he want to. Uncapping the bottle, Ninomiya slathered a generous amount of the slick liquid onto his hands. Ohno shifted slightly to make it easier for the other man to reach him and rested his head against his friend so that their brows met. Holding Ninomiya’s gaze as the man pressed one slender finger inside of him, the artist groaned pleasurably.
Gradually, they found a rhythm that suited them both and Satoshi pushed against Kazunari’s hand, urging him on. “More Nino...” He panted.
“Mm, a-are you sure…?” Ninomiya asked through gritted teeth, as he tried in vain to keep his voice even. Ohno felt almost painfully tight against just one finger; he could barely imagine how it would feel to bury himself inside the other man. But as sweat beaded upon his brow and the artist insisted huskily, Ninomiya gave in to Ohno’s pleas.
While Satoshi continued to pump his hot flesh, Ninomiya pushed a second digit inside the man. When after a few tentative strokes, Ninomiya stretched his fingers within him, Ohno gasped, releasing the breath a second later as a mewling sigh. “Ah- yeah… like that.” He moaned encouragingly, blindly reaching for the tube of lubricant and coating his own hands. Boldly, he smeared the cool gel over the other mans erection, sliding it against his own at the same time.
Base need and carnal desire drove them both to a gasping passion, lost to reason; seeking gratification amidst the burning heat. As the older man felt himself edge closer to oblivion at Ninomiya’s probing touch, he closed his eyes against the sparks that obscured his vision. “I’m… ready. Now.” He ground out when he felt he could take it no longer.
Unable to spare the breath required to answer, Ninomiya just nodded. Wordlessly, he helped the agile man manoeuvre over his slick shaft. And as Ohno sank slowly and clenched around his girth and sheathed his cock as far as he could, Ninomiya bit back a curse. It was so much hotter and tighter than he had ever thought possible.
In desperation, he held the older man still, giving himself time to adjust. Muscles rigid, he fought the pressure that threatened to rip from him at any moment. Finally wrestling back control, he moved to fist the shaft of the man in his lap with long, measured strokes.
But as Ohno drew closer to orgasm, he could not keep himself from moving against his friend. Then, Ninomiya surrendered, trusting hard and deep into the other man and drilling into the tight channel of his ass with mindless abandon.
Breath heaving with every shove, Ohno moaned senselessly. Clawing at Kazunari’s chest, he coaxed the man on with a string of filthy words, letting the younger man know just how good it felt and just how close he was.
That was it. Ninomiya crested, to be followed seconds later by the other man. In a messy frenzy, they spilled hot and hard in shuddering undulations of relief and clung to one another as the feeling subsided.
Slumped together, breathless and exhausted, in a sweaty, sticky heap, they were silent for a time. After a few minutes, however, when their gasps had quieted and their shared heat had cooled, Ohno shivered. “I’m cold.” He mumbled sleepily into Ninomiya’s chest.
The younger man could not help the wry smile that graced his lips. “You can use the shower first.” He offered.
Carefully untangling himself from his friend and getting to his feet, the artist stretched. “Thanks.” He said through a yawn.
“For what?” Ninomiya quipped dryly. “The shower or the orgasm?”
“Both.” Satoshi replied, shooting the man a grin over his shoulder as he headed toward the bathroom.
But once the man was out of sight, Ninomiya sat back with a groan. In some part of his mind, he had expected to regret his reckless behaviour, yet he did not – could not. He knew that Jun might suffer for it, and while he felt a pang of guilt at that, he had enjoyed himself too much to wish it had never happened. Besides, Matsumoto could hardly claim the moral high ground; not after what had happened between them last night.
To be continued…
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Geez.… this got kinda long. But hopefully, it was worth it. It was worth it, right? Right? Well, if Ohmiya getting steamy isn’t really to your liking, never fear: For there is sure to be something that will interest you later in this clusterfuck of a tale. XD
Oh, and a little note on the next chapter (for those of you who are familiar with my earlier fics): Keep your eyes peeled for the triumphant return of a certain little genius. ♥
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