arashi, various. drabbles.
whatever i said about dreamwidth last entry, please ignore. if you don't remember, then hah, because i privated it and you will never know >:| apparently i have a fear of ditching lj anyway, so all will be here. just kind of don't mind this entry, this is just those drabbles that i never posted here properly but nothing new.
arashi drabbles
various, g - r.
Nino wasn't exactly expecting to pass out from drinking too much.
He also wasn't expecting to regain consciousness minutes later to a hand being shoved down his pants.
"It's his fault," he could hear Aiba saying seriously somewhere in the distance, fuzzy like he was underwater. "Oh, I think he woke up."
Ohno shifted a little on Nino's thighs and took Nino's cock in his hand and stroked him hard, firm.
Nino jerked, eyes wide open but head still swimming. "What- ah-" he bit his lip and leaned back into the couch. "What are you doing," he breathed.
"Hm?" Ohno tipped his head to the side and smiled a crooked grin, teasing the underside of Nino's cock just lightly with his fingernails, before pressing a kiss on the tip Nino's nose.
He thought he heard Aiba say something about "It's punishment for passing out" but he couldn't be sure. At least until Ohno spoke up.
"Hey," Ohno stroked particularly hard and then halted, gripping a bit too tight for comfort, "Why are my handjobs punishment?"
"Shut up Leader," Sho told him and kissed him open-mouthed and sloppy.
Nino squeaked a little bit, but Ohno's grip had at least stopped being painful. Whatever. He snaked a hand around Ohno's neck and pulled him away from Sho, then kissed him. Ohno's lips were still wet with Sho's saliva, and when Nino thought about it, it was really fucking hot, but not that he'd admit it out loud.
"Ahh, this would be easier if you were naked," Ohno sighed.
"Just-" Nino cut off in favour of gasping. He draped both arms around Ohno's shoulders and buried his face in his collarbone, coming just seconds later.
"Nino's turn to wake up Jun now!" Aiba smiled.
Nino blinked. "What."
~
"Fuck," Nino cursed, rubbing his cheek. "Seriously fuck, Matsujun."
"That's what you get for trying to get Jun off while he's sleeping," Aiba chirped.
"Hey, you told me to!" Nino cried, defensive.
Aiba thought about it for a moment. "But you did it."
Sho and Ohno nodded slowly in agreement. Even Nino couldn't argue with that. In the odd silence that followed, Jun scurried away, fixing up his pants and patting his hair down into something half-presentable.
"I bet you wouldn't have hit Oh-chan," Nino said tentatively and watched as Jun's shoulders tightened up.
Sho jumped in, "Ten bucks says he would. For the hell of it."
Jun looked up.
"Aiba, quickly get Jun some drinks and we'll try it again."
---
Nino just wanted to say he hated today because he really did. It was as if someone had devised a scheme just to piss Nino off, and it had worked all too well. He'd been late in waking up because his alarm clock had gone and died on him; before he could get to the train station, some inconsiderate man decided to snitch his wallet; Ohno hadn't even turned up to the meeting point until an hour after Nino had, which was already an hour after planned (and by that point Nino didn't even give a fuck why anymore); and the list continued.
He wanted to say he hated today, but it was getting really hard. Enough with the hating, he couldn't even form proper thoughts.
"You're really tense." Sho rubbed his words into Nino's shoulders.
"Oh really?" Nino asked, voice oozing sarcasm.
Sho shied away, "Sorry," and lessened the pressure his fingers were pressing into Nino's skin.
"Don't fucking-- Damn it Sho, harder."
"Say it like that and I'll stop completely," Sho told him.
"Since when do you complain?" Nino rolled his eyes. "You won't stop."
"Since now. And no, I won't." Sho paused for thought. "As long as you kiss me."
"Ugh, what now?" Nino whined. "I guess I'll take your silence to mean you're serious."
Sho shrugged as Nino flopped the top half of his body over the back of the chair, looking up at Sho. Sho apparently wasn't looking for perfection, so Nino ended up with Sho's lips kind of upsidedown and crooked against mainly the left half of his lips.
Nino deadpanned, "You have terrible aim."
"You're on a stupid chair," Sho countered.
"I guess so."
---
"You know, Aiba has plush toys of us," Sho says idly.
Nino looks up. "Us? Like Arashi?"
"Yeah."
"Like, little ones or something?" Nino asks, more out of boredom than curiosity.
Sho shakes his head. "Nope, like, half-life-size."
It takes Nino a few seconds to grasp the concept, then he frowns. "You're kidding right? That's creepy."
"He just loves us," Sho tries to reason.
Nino quirks an eyebrow. "That much? He probably gets off looking at them."
"Or with them."
"Ew."
"Yeah ew," Sho agrees, kind of amazed and kind of disgusted at himself at the same time.
"Why would you even-- god the mental image," Nino pauses to cringe, "is terrible."
"Wanna make out?"
Nino chokes. "What?"
"Just thought I'd test the reaction," Sho says, grinning. "It seemed like the perfect time."
"Have you been drinking?" Nino asks, frowning.
Sho shrugs. "No?"
"Good, then I'll make out with you."
---
"So basically, I like you and want to get in your pants."
"Nino, what the hell. There's no way that will work. Why would you even try that?" Jun says in exasperation.
"It's Sho-chan. I'm pretty sure anything will work," Nino says bluntly.
"Fine. Whatever. Go do that. See if I care." Stupid Nino asking for help but not listening to advice, Jun thinks bitterly.
Nino skips over and taps Sho on the shoulder. "So basically, I like you and want to get in your pants." Nino throws Jun a wink while Sho's fumbling around trying to pull his jeans away from his leg because coffee is seeping through them.
"Um," is all Sho manages and sits in an almost-silence for the next few minutes as Nino dabs at his thigh with a damp cloth.
"Where did you even get that cloth?" Jun grumbles.
"Hush!" Nino tells him. "We're having a moment."
"I hate you like you hate Sho-kun," Jun says before storming out.
Sho whimpers. "You hate me?" he asks, looking back at Nino.
"Jun-chan's just jealous that I don't want an in for his pants," Nino shrugs. "I can't help being the world's most eligible bachelor. He's just going to have to get used to it."
arashi drabbles
various, g - r.
Nino wasn't exactly expecting to pass out from drinking too much.
He also wasn't expecting to regain consciousness minutes later to a hand being shoved down his pants.
"It's his fault," he could hear Aiba saying seriously somewhere in the distance, fuzzy like he was underwater. "Oh, I think he woke up."
Ohno shifted a little on Nino's thighs and took Nino's cock in his hand and stroked him hard, firm.
Nino jerked, eyes wide open but head still swimming. "What- ah-" he bit his lip and leaned back into the couch. "What are you doing," he breathed.
"Hm?" Ohno tipped his head to the side and smiled a crooked grin, teasing the underside of Nino's cock just lightly with his fingernails, before pressing a kiss on the tip Nino's nose.
He thought he heard Aiba say something about "It's punishment for passing out" but he couldn't be sure. At least until Ohno spoke up.
"Hey," Ohno stroked particularly hard and then halted, gripping a bit too tight for comfort, "Why are my handjobs punishment?"
"Shut up Leader," Sho told him and kissed him open-mouthed and sloppy.
Nino squeaked a little bit, but Ohno's grip had at least stopped being painful. Whatever. He snaked a hand around Ohno's neck and pulled him away from Sho, then kissed him. Ohno's lips were still wet with Sho's saliva, and when Nino thought about it, it was really fucking hot, but not that he'd admit it out loud.
"Ahh, this would be easier if you were naked," Ohno sighed.
"Just-" Nino cut off in favour of gasping. He draped both arms around Ohno's shoulders and buried his face in his collarbone, coming just seconds later.
"Nino's turn to wake up Jun now!" Aiba smiled.
Nino blinked. "What."
~
"Fuck," Nino cursed, rubbing his cheek. "Seriously fuck, Matsujun."
"That's what you get for trying to get Jun off while he's sleeping," Aiba chirped.
"Hey, you told me to!" Nino cried, defensive.
Aiba thought about it for a moment. "But you did it."
Sho and Ohno nodded slowly in agreement. Even Nino couldn't argue with that. In the odd silence that followed, Jun scurried away, fixing up his pants and patting his hair down into something half-presentable.
"I bet you wouldn't have hit Oh-chan," Nino said tentatively and watched as Jun's shoulders tightened up.
Sho jumped in, "Ten bucks says he would. For the hell of it."
Jun looked up.
"Aiba, quickly get Jun some drinks and we'll try it again."
---
Nino just wanted to say he hated today because he really did. It was as if someone had devised a scheme just to piss Nino off, and it had worked all too well. He'd been late in waking up because his alarm clock had gone and died on him; before he could get to the train station, some inconsiderate man decided to snitch his wallet; Ohno hadn't even turned up to the meeting point until an hour after Nino had, which was already an hour after planned (and by that point Nino didn't even give a fuck why anymore); and the list continued.
He wanted to say he hated today, but it was getting really hard. Enough with the hating, he couldn't even form proper thoughts.
"You're really tense." Sho rubbed his words into Nino's shoulders.
"Oh really?" Nino asked, voice oozing sarcasm.
Sho shied away, "Sorry," and lessened the pressure his fingers were pressing into Nino's skin.
"Don't fucking-- Damn it Sho, harder."
"Say it like that and I'll stop completely," Sho told him.
"Since when do you complain?" Nino rolled his eyes. "You won't stop."
"Since now. And no, I won't." Sho paused for thought. "As long as you kiss me."
"Ugh, what now?" Nino whined. "I guess I'll take your silence to mean you're serious."
Sho shrugged as Nino flopped the top half of his body over the back of the chair, looking up at Sho. Sho apparently wasn't looking for perfection, so Nino ended up with Sho's lips kind of upsidedown and crooked against mainly the left half of his lips.
Nino deadpanned, "You have terrible aim."
"You're on a stupid chair," Sho countered.
"I guess so."
---
"You know, Aiba has plush toys of us," Sho says idly.
Nino looks up. "Us? Like Arashi?"
"Yeah."
"Like, little ones or something?" Nino asks, more out of boredom than curiosity.
Sho shakes his head. "Nope, like, half-life-size."
It takes Nino a few seconds to grasp the concept, then he frowns. "You're kidding right? That's creepy."
"He just loves us," Sho tries to reason.
Nino quirks an eyebrow. "That much? He probably gets off looking at them."
"Or with them."
"Ew."
"Yeah ew," Sho agrees, kind of amazed and kind of disgusted at himself at the same time.
"Why would you even-- god the mental image," Nino pauses to cringe, "is terrible."
"Wanna make out?"
Nino chokes. "What?"
"Just thought I'd test the reaction," Sho says, grinning. "It seemed like the perfect time."
"Have you been drinking?" Nino asks, frowning.
Sho shrugs. "No?"
"Good, then I'll make out with you."
---
"So basically, I like you and want to get in your pants."
"Nino, what the hell. There's no way that will work. Why would you even try that?" Jun says in exasperation.
"It's Sho-chan. I'm pretty sure anything will work," Nino says bluntly.
"Fine. Whatever. Go do that. See if I care." Stupid Nino asking for help but not listening to advice, Jun thinks bitterly.
Nino skips over and taps Sho on the shoulder. "So basically, I like you and want to get in your pants." Nino throws Jun a wink while Sho's fumbling around trying to pull his jeans away from his leg because coffee is seeping through them.
"Um," is all Sho manages and sits in an almost-silence for the next few minutes as Nino dabs at his thigh with a damp cloth.
"Where did you even get that cloth?" Jun grumbles.
"Hush!" Nino tells him. "We're having a moment."
"I hate you like you hate Sho-kun," Jun says before storming out.
Sho whimpers. "You hate me?" he asks, looking back at Nino.
"Jun-chan's just jealous that I don't want an in for his pants," Nino shrugs. "I can't help being the world's most eligible bachelor. He's just going to have to get used to it."