(arashi) drabbles; ohmiya
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Some Ohmiya drabbles that have all been written for
fluttering (nagger) at one point or another, and I’m just finally chucking them here. Can be read in series if you want, though they weren’t written that way (but Ohmiya are convenient like that).
and when the night falls
Nino slides his hand into Ohno’s (who links hands with Aiba and so on) as the crowd cheers. His palms are sweaty and he can feel the pulse flowing through Ohno’s hand into his own - fast but not too fast - and he takes a deep breath. He can see Ohno, see him there in his peripheral vision, and Nino notices the slight bite of a lip before Ohno breaks into a great smile. (His heart speeds up a little, but he blames it on the rush from the end of the concert; it’s more realistic, he thinks).
Nino doesn’t notice he’s actually turned his head and is staring blatantly until the crowd’s cries melt into something that resembles Ohmiya SK! and he grins, going along with it (maybe because it’s the easier way out, maybe because he wants to), and pulls Ohno into a tight hug. The screams around them are ear piercing to the average person, but somehow Nino finds everything silent, except for the constant thump thump of his heart. For a second he thinks he can even hear Ohno’s heartbeat as well, even though he knows the thought is ridiculous.
He pulls away, not five seconds later and kisses Ohno quickly, softly on the cheek. Fanservice is an amazing thing, he decides, and he’s glad for the earplugs, really. (And also for the fact that Jun’s microphone has somehow disappeared off the face of the planet so he can’t spit out the words Nino can see written all over his face).
--
if we dance like no one’s watching
Nino stumbles off backstage after the skit finishes, worn out but still laughing, fingers tightly grasping the sunglasses on his face and pulling them off. Seconds later Ohno is there, patting Nino on the back and mumbling, “Good job,” grinning.
Nino spins around instantly, fisting Ohno’s singlet and pressing their lips together. Ohno lets out a small grunt, pulling away to toss his own glasses aside before letting Nino kiss him again. Nino slips his tongue into Ohno’s mouth eagerly and pushes him until he bumps clumsily into the wall, then slides his hands down Ohno’s arms, sticky with sweat. “Damn it,” he curses, tugs on Ohno’s shirt until it becomes untucked and pulls it up over his head, taking the feather off with it.
“Ten minutes!” a staff member calls out to them, rounding the corner and stopping dead in his tracks. Nino looks over his shoulder at them and winks as they back away, mortified. (They should really edit the job description to encompass the ability to deal with such situations, Nino thinks later when he’s back in his right mind again).
When Aiba appears after that, muttering something about new ideas for a skit he’s got, Nino’s hand is already down Ohno’s shorts and Aiba laughs, “I’ll tell you later.” Ohno nods, whimpering as Nino places kisses down his neck and collarbone. “You still have to get dressed you know,” Aiba says but doesn’t duck quickly enough to miss Nino’s hand that hits the side of his head with full force.
“We really have to-” Ohno says, biting his lip lightly.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Nino grumbles and kicks Aiba in the back of the knees as he tries to escape so that he stumbles and falls over. He then runs off to (speed) change, flashing the staff member from before a peace sign as he passes them.
--
we can make this world our own
Nino blinks a few times in the dark and takes the opportunity to roll out of his futon and slip under the covers beside him, snuggling up against Ohno. Startled, Ohno opens his mouth and starts to speak but Nino shushes him, “Quiet, the others are asleep,” and giggles lightly.
Ohno swallows and Nino shushes him again, before laughing out loud at Ohno’s confusion. The sheets rustle beside them and Nino freezes, clasping a hand over Ohno’s mouth for good measure. Aiba mumbles something in his sleep and everything turns silent again, Nino letting out a sigh of relief and feeling Ohno’s body relax against him. He drags his hand away from Ohno’s mouth and thinks for one, two seconds before pressing their lips together.
“Ah! Your lips are cold!” Nino exclaims, earning himself a whack over the head, and then Ohno pulls him back and kisses him again.
“So are yours,” he says, louder than intended and a pillow flies past his head.
“Shut up, you two,” Jun groans, and pulls the covers up over himself.
Ohno grins and rolls on top of Nino, placing kisses down his jaw and neck. “Goodnight,” he mutters, shifts until he’s comfortable and Nino smiles, running his fingers softly through Ohno’s hair.
Notes: Some Ohmiya drabbles that have all been written for
fluttering (nagger) at one point or another, and I’m just finally chucking them here. Can be read in series if you want, though they weren’t written that way (but Ohmiya are convenient like that).
and when the night falls
Nino slides his hand into Ohno’s (who links hands with Aiba and so on) as the crowd cheers. His palms are sweaty and he can feel the pulse flowing through Ohno’s hand into his own - fast but not too fast - and he takes a deep breath. He can see Ohno, see him there in his peripheral vision, and Nino notices the slight bite of a lip before Ohno breaks into a great smile. (His heart speeds up a little, but he blames it on the rush from the end of the concert; it’s more realistic, he thinks).
Nino doesn’t notice he’s actually turned his head and is staring blatantly until the crowd’s cries melt into something that resembles Ohmiya SK! and he grins, going along with it (maybe because it’s the easier way out, maybe because he wants to), and pulls Ohno into a tight hug. The screams around them are ear piercing to the average person, but somehow Nino finds everything silent, except for the constant thump thump of his heart. For a second he thinks he can even hear Ohno’s heartbeat as well, even though he knows the thought is ridiculous.
He pulls away, not five seconds later and kisses Ohno quickly, softly on the cheek. Fanservice is an amazing thing, he decides, and he’s glad for the earplugs, really. (And also for the fact that Jun’s microphone has somehow disappeared off the face of the planet so he can’t spit out the words Nino can see written all over his face).
--
if we dance like no one’s watching
Nino stumbles off backstage after the skit finishes, worn out but still laughing, fingers tightly grasping the sunglasses on his face and pulling them off. Seconds later Ohno is there, patting Nino on the back and mumbling, “Good job,” grinning.
Nino spins around instantly, fisting Ohno’s singlet and pressing their lips together. Ohno lets out a small grunt, pulling away to toss his own glasses aside before letting Nino kiss him again. Nino slips his tongue into Ohno’s mouth eagerly and pushes him until he bumps clumsily into the wall, then slides his hands down Ohno’s arms, sticky with sweat. “Damn it,” he curses, tugs on Ohno’s shirt until it becomes untucked and pulls it up over his head, taking the feather off with it.
“Ten minutes!” a staff member calls out to them, rounding the corner and stopping dead in his tracks. Nino looks over his shoulder at them and winks as they back away, mortified. (They should really edit the job description to encompass the ability to deal with such situations, Nino thinks later when he’s back in his right mind again).
When Aiba appears after that, muttering something about new ideas for a skit he’s got, Nino’s hand is already down Ohno’s shorts and Aiba laughs, “I’ll tell you later.” Ohno nods, whimpering as Nino places kisses down his neck and collarbone. “You still have to get dressed you know,” Aiba says but doesn’t duck quickly enough to miss Nino’s hand that hits the side of his head with full force.
“We really have to-” Ohno says, biting his lip lightly.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Nino grumbles and kicks Aiba in the back of the knees as he tries to escape so that he stumbles and falls over. He then runs off to (speed) change, flashing the staff member from before a peace sign as he passes them.
--
we can make this world our own
Nino blinks a few times in the dark and takes the opportunity to roll out of his futon and slip under the covers beside him, snuggling up against Ohno. Startled, Ohno opens his mouth and starts to speak but Nino shushes him, “Quiet, the others are asleep,” and giggles lightly.
Ohno swallows and Nino shushes him again, before laughing out loud at Ohno’s confusion. The sheets rustle beside them and Nino freezes, clasping a hand over Ohno’s mouth for good measure. Aiba mumbles something in his sleep and everything turns silent again, Nino letting out a sigh of relief and feeling Ohno’s body relax against him. He drags his hand away from Ohno’s mouth and thinks for one, two seconds before pressing their lips together.
“Ah! Your lips are cold!” Nino exclaims, earning himself a whack over the head, and then Ohno pulls him back and kisses him again.
“So are yours,” he says, louder than intended and a pillow flies past his head.
“Shut up, you two,” Jun groans, and pulls the covers up over himself.
Ohno grins and rolls on top of Nino, placing kisses down his jaw and neck. “Goodnight,” he mutters, shifts until he’s comfortable and Nino smiles, running his fingers softly through Ohno’s hair.