Ohno's Day Off
Title: Ohno's Day Off
Type: Oneshot
Rating: Nc-17, R
Pairings: Ohmiya, and a dash of Sakuraiba, because I can't help it
Genre: Fluff/some comedy/...Nc-17 rating....
DC: I do not own Arashi....yet.
Summary: Ohno's day off doesn't quite go as planned...
Note: This is a gift for
dthnhi who drew fantastic fan art for my SAAC. She didn'treally give me any prompts other than Ohmiya and all out porn... sooo...yeah. Also, to
laurachan2, your Sakuraiba with the MC prompt is coming in the next couple of days so beware! Also, thanks to
ohmeeyuh, as I'm still using your icons. XD Damn...why am I writing so much porn lately?
It was early morning, when Ohno’s cell phone went off. Quietly, and as motionlessly as possible, so as not to wake the young man sleeping next to him, he felt for the cell on the night stand.
“Hello?”
“Oh-chan?” Came a sickly voice at the other end. “How are you feeling?”
“Eh?”
“Are you….blarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh.”
“…….Toma-kun, are you alright?”
“N-no….It was that food at the Maou filming yest-yest-blarrrragg-gh-yesterday.”
“Really? But I feel fine….”
“Lucky bastard….blaaagh….now everyone has food poisoning, so the filming today has been canceled…..hoopblaaagh…”
“Really?! Thanks for telling me, and I hope you get better soon, Toma-kun!”
The only reply was more vomiting, before the line went dead.
Grinning broadly at his sudden day off, he rolled over and gave the sleeping Nino a soft kiss on the cheek before sliding out of bed.
Silently but eagerly, Ohno got dressed, and went to the kitchen. After packing himself a large lunch, Ohno stuffed a couple of cinnamon rolls in his mouth, and went to the entry for his fishing pole and tackle box.
Just as Ohno had his hand on the straw hat hanging off a peg in the entry, Nino drifted in, naked and sleepy. Groggily he looked at the man before him.
“……….fishing…….again?”
“Just for a little while…please?” Pleaded Ohno, with a special tone that made even Nino feel bad for being selfish.
“..…Fine. I’ve got a new game anyway……..just be back before dark. I don’t like the idea of you trying to dock a boat when it’s pitch black outside.”
Ohno decided it was not in his best interest to point out that he usually fished at night when Nino was too busy to keep after him. So instead he smiled.
“Okay, Kazu. I’ll bring you home the biggest fish in the ocean.” And he pulled Nino into a warm embrace, kissing sweetly.
Unfortunately, Nino never kisses sweetly. And the instant Ohno’s lips met his, Nino slipped his tongue into Ohno’s mouth, swirling vigorously.
But Ohno broke the kiss quickly after it‘s initiation, knowing full well that if he allowed Nino to continue that the only ocean he’d visit today would be a sea of blankets.
“I’ll be back soon.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes.” Nino sighed, and let Ohno slip away, licking his lips. “Mmm…cinnamon…”
With a final wave from Nino, Ohno departed merrily for the docks.
“EH? Are you sure? None?”
“Yeppers. Sorry, hun, but all our boats are either out or under repair.” Said the elderly fisher-lady at the boat rental shop.
“Then do you know where I can find a boat?”
“Everyone else is booked too, sweetie. The weather’s perfect today, and the fishing is good.” She laughed, but stopped when she saw the pained look of mourning on Ohno’s face. “I’m truly sorry hun, but I don’t even have a row boat I could lend you.”
“Oh…okay…thanks anyway…” With a depressed bob of his head, Ohno left, cloddishly walking along the wooden dock, and gazing longingly at the great blue expanse of water.
He debated briefly setting up his pole along the coast, but decided against it, knowing that the water was far too polluted to support good marine life.
Downtrodden, and with a heavy sigh, he trudged back home.
Ohno could tell by the stillness of the house that Nino had gone back to bed.
As he tucked his unused fishing gear remorsefully back in the closet, Ohno’s eyes caught on an old paint splattered jacket.
‘Hmm….painting…. I haven’t done that in a long time…’ Ohno’s hands were already itching to hold a brush as he closed the closet door and snuck silently to the bedroom to retrieve his forlorn sketch book and travel sized caboodle of art supplies. With art kit in tow, Ohno tipped toed past the sleep talking Nino.
“Snnn….Mega potion…too expensive……” Nino rolled over, and Ohno smiled, half tempted to join Nino under those inviting covers.
But then…he hadn’t drawn in so long….and once Nino woke up, Ohno would be spurned for the new game anyway.
So without further ado, Ohno grabbed the lunch he packed earlier, the straw hat he had placed back on it’s peg, and departed once again, this time for his favorite park.
It was indeed a beautiful day. Large cotton candy clouds bubbled lazily across a true blue sky, and a slight, but constant breeze kept the temperature from exceeding pleasant conditions. Ohno wandered happily about the park, drawing and sketching whatever struck his fancy, before he crested a hill to find a large shady tree next to an ornate garden, complete with a small waterfall. As he sat against the trunk of the tree, Ohno could see the entire park below him, the children playing, joggers jogging, and dog walkers walking.
Alternating experimentally between different drawing mediums, and subjects, Ohno decided he was very glad that all the boats were taken today. This was relaxing too, and a refreshing change of pace. After all, there’s not much to look at, out alone on a boat.
Several hours later, Ohno remembered his lunch, and with a sandwich in hand, left his sketching to walk leisurely through the garden, examining the wonders of nature’s patterns, and cooling his feet in the wading pond at the base of the waterfall. Upon his return to the tree, he took up his sketch book, and in between snacking on a bag of chips, an apple and shortbread cookies, continued his rejuvenating art therapy.
At some point in the afternoon, Ohno closed his sketchbook, and art caboodle, to stretch out in the grass, and take a very tranquil nap.
By the time he woke up, it was dusk. Ohno, remembering Nino’s words of warning to be back by dark, hurriedly packed his things, and scurried home, praying that Nino was still too rapt in his game to notice the lack of sunlight and Ohno.
Ohno had learned soon after moving in with Nino, to never expect being welcomed home. So when he opened the door, and removed his shoes in silence, he paid it little mind. He smiled as he walked through the living room to the bedroom, at his fully immersed lover. With a fleece blanket thrown over his head and wrapped about his shoulders, Nino was inches from the screen, muttering under his breath as he tackled the final boss.
After depositing his art supplies in their usual places, Ohno scratched his itchy tummy. Touching his stomach reminded Ohno of supper, so he crossed the living room again to find the kitchen exactly as he had left it this morning.
Ohno frowned when he realized the preserved kitchen meant Nino hadn’t eaten all day, and set about making rice and a quick healthy stir fry.
“HAHA!” Shouted Nino, victoriously from the living room, nearly half an hour later. As a cheesy upbeat pop song replaced heavy timpani and tubas, Ohno knew without looking that Nino had successfully beaten the game. Ohno let out a relieved breath hidden by the hiss of the cooking stir fry, because the only thing that scared Ohno more than a boss battle frustrated Nino, was a sexually frustrated Nino. It was especially bad when the two frustrations combined, as Nino always felt the need to take it out on Ohno, physically.
“He’s lucky I love him, or I’d just leave for good one day.” Grumbled Ohno, as he stirred dinner, and scratched a persistent itch on his neck.
“Love who?” Grinned Nino, entering the kitchen dressed in a lose grey shirt and boxers. He picked out a mushroom, and munched it teasingly. “You know you can‘t live without me so I‘m not even worrie-what the hell is that?!”
“Chicken stir fry.”
Slamming the smaller man against the counter, Nino yanked Ohno’s shirt collar to revel an angry red mark on his clavicle…that Ohno obviously couldn’t see. “This! What the hell is this?!
“I don’t know! My neck was just itchy!”
“Itchy? Itchy?! You’re lucky it’s not rotting off after someone else sucked there! Who was it?! Chinen? Toma?! Matsujun?! I’ll kill those bastards!”
Ohno decided, as he scratched his also itchy stomach, that there was something much, much scarier than a sexually frustrated Nino. An unreasonably, and unsoundly jealous, sexually frustrated Nino.
“No! No one’s sucked there.” That gave Ohno an idea, that he was pretty sure was the truth anyway. “It’s probably just a bug bite. A mosquito.”
“If it was a bug bite then you’d have more then one mark! Take off your shirt!” Ohno wished Nino would stop shouting. He didn’t want to be evicted again. So in an attempt to quiet the raging Nino, Ohno removed his shirt in the middle of the kitchen.
“Eh?! I thought I felt unusually itchy today…”
“Oh my god…” Gasped Nino, forgetting all other recent emotions, as he felt along Ohno’s abdomen. “You were eaten alive…”
Hundreds of red marks checkered Ohno’s body, to the point where he was more red then tan, and now that he could see them, they itched worse then ever.
Scratching with one hand, Ohno leaned over and turned off the stove. “Dinner’s ready.”
“Who cares about dinner?”
“But you haven’t eaten…” Mumbled Ohno, as he scratched above his bellybutton so deep it bleed.
“I’ll eat later. Stop scratching, you‘ll make it worse.”
“Okay.” Said Ohno as he clawed at a nagging group of bites on his hip.
“Geez.” Nino opened a drawer to the side of the oven and pulled out two cotton oven mitts. “Put these on, and don’t take them off. Go sit on the couch and I’ll have you fixed up in a minute.”
“Oh…alright then.” And Ohno went to the couch, trying to scrape himself through the mitts. As soon as Ohno was safely out of sight, Nino snatched his phone from the charger on the kitchen counter and dialed the number of a trusted bug bite expert.
“Melwo?”
“Aiba…you could swallow before you answer.” Nino rubbed his temples, as he could hear Aiba taking more bites of whatever he was having for dinner, oblivious to its impeding effect on the conversation.
“Uwafs da maffer, Memo?”
“Daaaaa…” Sighed Nino, before he whispered into phone with a hand cupped around his mouth in case Ohno could hear. “How…do you treat chiggers?”
“Eh?” Aiba swallowed his food. “You don’t know?”
“No I don’t!” Nino huffed, forgetting to be quiet. “I haven’t been anywhere that would have them in years. Just tell me quick.”
“Um…you just put lotion on them…Cal-something…hmm what’s it called…Ne, Sho? What’s the name of that lotion…..hehehe, no, not that lotion…oohh that reminds me Sho, do we still have the chocolate flavored stuff left? Hehehe…let’s use that tonight.”
“So you guys use the chocolate type? We don’t use the flavored stuff anymore. Oh-chan says it all tastes the same so I switched to the warming kind. But wait…what about chiggers?”
“Oh…hehehe…sorry. It’s called calamine lotion. Rub it on the itchy red spots. Did you know, it’s really not the chiggers but the enzymes from the bite that-”
“Yeah, great, whatever.” And Nino snapped the phone closed, so that he could rummage through the Ohmiya family box of medicines.
After a moment of frantic digging, Nino found a bottle of calamine lotion that he couldn’t remember needing or using in the past. Grabbing a clean kitchen towel, Nino followed Ohno to the living room.
Ohno was suffering. He was very much a man of the ‘out of sight, out of mind’ philosophy, so sitting shirtless on the couch, with all those evil red dots in plain sight after being ordered not to scratch himself was torture.
Therefore, with his hands covered in oven mitts, Ohno desperately scraped his teeth across the only chiggers he could reach on his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” Laughter marked the arrival of Nino, who sat on the couch next to Ohno, uncapping a bottle. “I’m going to have to get you one of those plastic veterinarian doggy cones, so you don’t bite yourself.”
“Please don’t. I’ll stop. Is that stuff going to stop the itching?”
“Yes, and Doctor Nino will help you too.” Purred Nino as he carefully dabbed the soothing lotion onto the inflamed bites, being extra careful not to spread the pink lotion over non-bitten areas.
“But…Nurse Nino sounds better…” Muttered Ohno under his breath.
“That’s it. Pants off.”
“Eh? Now?”
“Yes, now. That’s what you get for being a belligerent patient.”
‘Belligerency has noting to do with this, I bet…” Ohno thought mildly, and with oven mitted hands, he removed his pants, and then underwear out of habit, rather then because Nino asked him too..
It turned out to be a good thing though, as the bugs, like Nino, preferred to hit below the waist. Even more red marks stretched from his waistline, to the insides of his thighs.
“Hey, stand up a sec, and turn around.” Ordered Nino, as he finished rubbing lotion to Ohno’s front. “Heh? Those little bastards have some nerve…biting my ass like that.”
“Um…isn’t it my ass?” Ohno looked over his shoulder to watch Nino marinate his backside in lotion.
“It stopped being your ass the moment I touched it.”
“Oh…”
“Alright, sit back down.” Nino capped the calamine lotion, and tossed it aside. “Now the real treatment begins.”
Casting off his shirt, Nino pushed Ohno back against the armrest.
“Oh, but……okay.”
Nino connected their lips, then their tongues, before he began a descending lick along Ohno’s neck. Once he found the bug bites he had originally mistaken for hickeys, Nino circled them with his tongue, tantalizingly.
This of course nearly canceled out the calamine lotion, as the tended area surged with sensitivity under Nino‘s wet caress, and the irritating itch doubled in strength.
The tongue then did the same for the bites on the shoulder that Ohno had tried to chew off, before moving even lower over Ohno’s chest.
“Kazu,… please don’t.” Ohno tore at his neck and shoulder with mitted hands.
“Ah-ah-ah! No scratching. They might…abscess.”
Ohno couldn’t ever remember having a bug bite abscess, but then…Nino knew more about a lot of things then he did. So Ohno simply cupped Nino’s head with mitted hands, trying desperately to ignore the burning itch Nino’s tongue incited around the chiggers, as it traveled lazily across his navel, and further south.
“Eh? K-kazu…that doesn’t itch…”
“Precautionary measures, Oh-chan.” Said Nino, briefly sucking the tip of Ohno’s pride, before, licking his way around more bug bites on his way back to Ohno’s mouth. Once inside, he swirled his tongue in small circles as his hips followed suit, running his fingers through, Ohno’s messy hair.
Ohno had slipped one hand out of the oven mitt to trace it along Nino‘s back and into the waistband of his boxers. Panting lasciviously, he bucked up against Nino while holding him down.
Nino let out a low guttural groan of surprise, and suddenly rolled backwards on the couch, away from Ohno, who had instinctively grabbed the boxers to keep the carnal abrasions going.
“Yeah, pull those off, they’re annoying.” Nino lifted up, crab style, almost making Ohno come with the view, as he removed the boxers. Once free from the last of his clothes, Nino dove a hand into the couch for the lube he always kept there, in case of emergencies.
“Damn it’s a normal kind…” Said Nino as he slathered himself with one hand and stretched Ohno with the other.
Ohno stroked himself, meanwhile, not caring that a hand was still in an oven mitt, and after one whole provocative minute, Ohno pulled out Nino’s hand and climbed into his lap.
He gave Nino a second to position himself before letting it sink in, slowly at first, before gaining momentum.
Ohno wrapped his arms around Nino’s neck, kissing passionately throughout wanton driving and plunging.
They continued rhythmically as long as they could, but all too soon they came simultaneously, wilting onto each other, as the exhilaration faded.
Once his legs found strength again, Ohno pulled himself off Nino, and grabbed the kitchen towel, first to wipe his mess from Nino’s chest, then to catch any leakage from staining the carpet on his way to the bathroom.
“I think I’ll shower too.” Said Nino, as he pulled himself off the couch.
“You go eat dinner.”
“Oh, but…I want to shower too…” Nino tried his hand at pouting, but…given the licentious look in his eye, the effect was horribly ruined.
“Dinner first.”
“Fine.” Nino dawned his boxers and gave Ohno a pat on the ass, as he passed to the kitchen. Only after he heard the sounds of food being scraped into a dish, did Ohno complete the transition to the bathroom.
As he lathered, carefully tending the army of chiggers across his body, Ohno decided that this had been a thoroughly enjoyable day off.
That is…until he realized the calamine lotion would need to be reapplied. Several times a day. For the next couple of weeks.