arashi, ohmiya. tales of the rich and famous.
i was talking to ruisetsuna about ohmiya, and so basically, she said that quote in italics and i couldn't stop myself from writing this.
tales of the rich and famous
ohno/nino, pg, 399 wds.
Nino finds it funny, making Yahoo searches around the english-speaking side of Arashi fandom. He barely understands a single word of what appears in the results, but he clicks into things anyway, trying to make sense of the letters on the page. He stares dumbly at what appears to be a blog entry, recognising only his name and Ohno’s name but not the words in between.
“What is it?” Ohno sing songs as he waddles over and stands behind Nino’s chair, casually resting his hands on Nino’s shoulders.
Nino shrugs, “I don’t really know. All I get is our names.”
Ohno stays silent for a second, then, “Go translate it.”
Obedient, Nino copies one of the sentences into an online translator which is probably a little rough but gives the general idea anyway.
I’d be disappointed if it was all really fanservice and Nino doesn’t really jam his hands in leader’s pants every once in a while :(
They both freeze. After a minute Nino starts laughing, “So we even look like that in the western world…”
“But they’ve got it wrong,” Ohno mumbles, almost sounding hurt, and Nino spins around on the chair to look at him.
He opens his mouth to speak, but Ohno forces their lips together, effectively silencing Nino, and slips a hand down his pants. “Oh you meant it that way,” Nino manages to breathe out between kisses.
“Shut up,” Ohno frowns and bites on Nino’s bottom lip, eliciting something of a muffled gasp. Ohno sits down on Nino’s knees (it sucks standing) and pulls his hand away, rolling his hips into Nino.
Nino burries his face in Ohno’s shirt. “W-what about you?” he asks, hooking a finger through a belt loop on Ohno’s jeans.
“That would be giving the fans what they want though, right?” Ohno muses.
“Maybe. But they’ll never know anyway,” Nino smirks and arches his hips up to meet Ohno, arms now wrapped around over Ohno’s shoulders tightly.
But they both come before Nino even gets the chance to ‘jam his hands in leader’s pants’ anyway and Nino figures well, there’s always next time. The fans can wait a little bit longer.
“Oh,” Ohno points at the screen where an MSN tab is flashing.
Nino spins back around and opens it up.
“If you’re going to forget about me, get off webcam you whore,” Jun types, and Nino just laughs.
tales of the rich and famous
ohno/nino, pg, 399 wds.
Nino finds it funny, making Yahoo searches around the english-speaking side of Arashi fandom. He barely understands a single word of what appears in the results, but he clicks into things anyway, trying to make sense of the letters on the page. He stares dumbly at what appears to be a blog entry, recognising only his name and Ohno’s name but not the words in between.
“What is it?” Ohno sing songs as he waddles over and stands behind Nino’s chair, casually resting his hands on Nino’s shoulders.
Nino shrugs, “I don’t really know. All I get is our names.”
Ohno stays silent for a second, then, “Go translate it.”
Obedient, Nino copies one of the sentences into an online translator which is probably a little rough but gives the general idea anyway.
I’d be disappointed if it was all really fanservice and Nino doesn’t really jam his hands in leader’s pants every once in a while :(
They both freeze. After a minute Nino starts laughing, “So we even look like that in the western world…”
“But they’ve got it wrong,” Ohno mumbles, almost sounding hurt, and Nino spins around on the chair to look at him.
He opens his mouth to speak, but Ohno forces their lips together, effectively silencing Nino, and slips a hand down his pants. “Oh you meant it that way,” Nino manages to breathe out between kisses.
“Shut up,” Ohno frowns and bites on Nino’s bottom lip, eliciting something of a muffled gasp. Ohno sits down on Nino’s knees (it sucks standing) and pulls his hand away, rolling his hips into Nino.
Nino burries his face in Ohno’s shirt. “W-what about you?” he asks, hooking a finger through a belt loop on Ohno’s jeans.
“That would be giving the fans what they want though, right?” Ohno muses.
“Maybe. But they’ll never know anyway,” Nino smirks and arches his hips up to meet Ohno, arms now wrapped around over Ohno’s shoulders tightly.
But they both come before Nino even gets the chance to ‘jam his hands in leader’s pants’ anyway and Nino figures well, there’s always next time. The fans can wait a little bit longer.
“Oh,” Ohno points at the screen where an MSN tab is flashing.
Nino spins back around and opens it up.
“If you’re going to forget about me, get off webcam you whore,” Jun types, and Nino just laughs.