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Scientific method
Arashi (-Jun)
NC-17
in honor of my 50th fic post to this comm and isaofdoom's birthday i present you with some porn. bon appetit. or whatever the hell that french word is.
Plotting and scheming isn't normally Sho's thing, especially not when the plan is meant to be put in action against Nino. Sure, he's smart and he can lie when the need arises, but Nino is even better--the boy can read minds or something, Sho is sure. He can sense things in the air and, though he might not know what's wrong at the moment, he can find a way to make it all play out in his favor.
That being said, this time Sho enlists a secret weapon to help him succeed. Something that will ensure that Nino won't be able to read anything.
This time Sho has Aiba. An Aiba who seems skeptical with his ideas, but still. He has Aiba.
"You think that'll work, Sho-chan?" Aiba asks, his mouth full of apple bits and his legs danging over the table's edge. "Nino always figures out the really complicated plans." A crunch of apple, a satisfied hum. "Maybe MatsuJun should help us plot."
"MatsuJun should continue to read over his new drama script." Jun scowls, not even glancing away from the papers in hand because if he does then he'll have to face Aiba's pouting lips. "As much as I love plotting to rehabilitate Nino, I actually have work I need to do. Filming starts soon."
"Matsumoto-san always has work to do," Sho points out. He sighs mournfully, holding Aiba close as the other sobs dramatically. "It's just the two of us, Aiba-san."
Aiba fakes a sob that ends up sounding more like one of his high-pitched giggles and pokes his head up from between Sho's arms, hair ruffled into oblivion. "I still think we should add sex to the list of ideas," says Aiba as he squirms in the sudden headlock. "Sex fixes everything."
Sho gives Aiba a pat on the head. "Please write your idea out in a formal scientific method form, complete with hypothesis and procedure, and I will think about it," he promises.
Aiba gleefully races off to find paper.
Sho finds the piece of paper stuffed into his NewsZERO bag. Reading over a couple more newspapers before going on air was his original plan, but if Aiba actually took the time to write this all out in a serious, scientific way, then Sho figures it would be rude of him not to read over it.
He doesn't want to be a bad lab assistant and get replaced again.
Problem: OhMiya are not SKing enough.
Hypothesis: If they see each other having sex, but are not allowed to touch, then they will get over... whatever it is they're not over.
Materials Needed: Nino, Riida, Sho-chan, Aiba-chan (me!), a bed, a comfortable armchair, lube, condoms, washcloths, cigarettes
Potential Set-Backs: Getting the two of them in the room together without them noticing each other until they're both hot and panting for sex, no Jun-chan ( :'( )
Pre-Experiment Procedure:
Sho-chan:
1) Hide items for Aiba-chan under pillows
2) Start heart-to-heart with Nino
3) Trap Nino on lap when he tries to shut you up with kisses (VERY DANGER! DO NOT GET CAUGHT!)
4) Begin handjob
5) Silence the Nino noises when Aiba-chan comes out of the bathroom with Riida
Aiba-chan:
1) Shower with Riida
2) Tease and have fun
3) Guide into bedroom and onto bed when Riida is worked up enough
4) Retrieve supplies
5) Experiment START!
Experiment: :D
Conclusion: SEX CONQUERS ALL!
Sho stares at the paper, dumbfounded.
"It... might actually work," he admits to himself, rereading the paper another time or two and not really able to find a flaw. Unlike his own plan that had been mercilessly torn apart by MatsuJun.
Sometimes... sometimes Sho really wonders if he's taking the harder way around.
Getting Nino to come to his room takes less convincing than Sho thought it would; just a casual "Hey, come with me," (and a small flash of his chest as he adjusts his robe) has the younger man trailing after him in amusement. Nino isn't normally this agreeable--he's either curious about what Sho wants or he's initiating a ploy for revenge--and Sho worries that somehow the plan is blown. Briefly, he toys with the thought of finding Aiba and regrouping.
The idea is quickly abandoned when sounds of running water greet them at the door.
Nino raises a brow. "I thought you wanted my company tonight."
"Aiba-chan," Sho answers.
"Figures," Nino snorts. Sho thinks it's a little sad that just saying the person's name has become a proper explanation for a situation.
Recalling the procedure Aiba had plotted out, Sho mentally strikes out the first two steps as he sits down on the armchair and clears his throat. "Nino," Sho starts, "I think you and I need srgfdh oh--"
Nino smirks, palming the tell-tale bulge of bathrobe again as he shifts enough to get himself comfortable. "No talking," he orders. This is actually rather productive for Sho's own mission so he nods, agreeably rolling his hips up and tugging Nino down into a kiss.
"I don't think we're doing it right," Aiba giggles as he jerks Ohno off in the shower, the older man dropping mark after mark along his neck. A curious-sounding hum answers, followed by a hushed moan. "Getting clean," Aiba clarifies. And while this is very true, it is also true that it would be incredibly inconvenient and rude to stop Ohno just as he's slipping down to his knees and lapping at the water running down Aiba's hips.
Aiba brushes the slick fringe from Ohno's eyes and sucks in a breath at the first touch of tongue lower than his belly button, and then he shuts his eyes.
Sho probably isn't in a rush yet anyway.
Somewhere along the way 'tide Nino over with a handjob' turned into 'get Nino ready for an intense fucking' and Sho wishes he could say that he has no idea how that happened, but he knows and he does not regret because they were obviously due for an attack from karma for daring to underestimate Nino.
Nino is tight and keening softly, warm and slick and impatiently trying to fuck himself down on Sho's fingers.
Sho closes his eyes and wills Aiba to hurry up.
Aiba presses his gasps and groans into the skin of Ohno's neck, kissing and sucking and nipping, his lips unable to just settle in one place when he feels the shudders run down Ohno's back and end in a roll of their connected hips. The water is still running, their towels are forgotten on the sink, and they're grinding against each other, but Aiba thinks they've made some great progress so far.
Now they just have to open the door.
Nino is just starting to press down into Sho's thrusts when the bathroom door finally swings open, the doorknob clanging as it ricochets off the tile wall. The noise isn't enough to get Sho's full attention away from Nino but he does spare a glance; Ohno and Aiba are tangled in each other and stumbling towards the bed.
Surprisingly, Nino doesn't seem to notice, though that may be because Sho slips his arms around Nino's waist then and starts thumbing at his cock, their lips sliding together easily when Nino tips his head back on Sho's shoulder. Sho does his best to keep Nino's attention so the surprise isn't ruined, but Aiba and Stealthy have never gone well together. Still, he prides himself on making it until Aiba knocked the bedside table over while fumbling for lube.
"What's he doing over there?" Nino pants, turning himself towards the bed and--
Sho sucks in a breath when everything tightens around him. Nino tenses again, probably to go to the bed; Sho keeps him firmly in place with an arm around his waist and a light squeeze at the base of his cock.
"Stay." It's not very fair of him to use his deep voice unless provoked, but Sho knows how much Nino likes it--correction: how much they all like it (he's heard his fair share of stories from his motormouth bandmates about it and despite being grumpy in the morning he isn't stupid, it's obvious that the only reason they wake him up in the middle of the night to jerk off while he growls and swears them into oblivion)--and so Sho feels no regrets taking advantage of this situation, lipping at whatever skin he can reach right now.
"Stay," he repeats. "Just watch."
And what a sight to behold.
Aiba has never been the most patient of people, far too caught up in his own excitement to actually think of waiting for anything, so Sho isn't expecting this kind of performance. Sure, Aiba jumps from two fingers to three and that's not exactly safe or comfortable, but he takes his time tracing Ohno's dick with his lips, humming in satisfaction every time Ohno arches. They're both still damp from their shower and Ohno is so eagerly pushing up, carding slender fingers through his own hair--
Sho softly moans against the shell of Nino's ear and gives his hips a roll.
"Fuck," Nino gasps, and finally Ohno seems to catch on to something in the room other than Aiba's hands and mouth. His eyes are lightly glazed when he glances over, tongue swiping over his lower lip when he finally focuses on the other two.
He was probably going to say something, Sho thinks to himself when Aiba interrupts by flipping them over. He mourns at the loss of hearing Ohno's voice calling out to them, but then Ohno is straddling Aiba's waist, moaning when he's tugged down and all of Aiba pushes inside, and Sho forgets what he was complaining about before.
"Nino, he's really tight," Aiba chokes out. His eyes are clenched shut and his hips are twitching with the desire to move, to get more of that heat. "He's making these really soft noises." A few seconds pass, a breath, Aiba opens his eyes and guides Ohno's hands to his chest. "And he's not allowed to touch himself."
Nino attempts a protest at that, because if he can't touch then he damn well wants to see Ohno's own fingers on himself, but it comes out strangled when Sho teases just under the head of his neglected cock and Aiba takes that to be some sort of signal.
Sliding his hands around to palm a cheek in each hand, Aiba gives Ohno just one experimental thrust before what little patience he had snaps and things start again.
"Hey," Nino hisses, glancing over his shoulder. "What the hell are you waiting for?" A small hand wraps around Sho's own and attempts guiding it along, but Sho rearranges their hands and Nino's growl of dissatisfaction morphs into something completely opposite when Sho starts stroking, firmer and faster than before.
"Sho," Nino pants, loving the slide and burn on both sides as he works his hips. Sho is murmuring in his ear, against his skin, the vibration sending a pleasant rumble along his spine.
"Open your eyes," Sho groans, squeezing their hands. Nino has no doubts that whatever he's meant to be watching is amazingly hot, but the fact that they are teasing him with it doesn't sit well with the petulant side of him. He puts off listening for as long as he can, even when Sho starts describing it in detail and pulling Nino tighter. But all it takes is a startled moan from Ohno to make his resolve snap.
He's not too surprised when the first gaze to meet his own is Ohno's.
"Oh-chan," Nino gasps, digging the nails of his free hand into the arm of the chair and swearing. "Touch yourself."
Ohno shakes his head, hands firmly tangled in the sheets.
Nino swears. "Just-- I need--"
"You can touch yourself," Aiba interrupts, blindly grabbing for one of the hands planted by his head. "Leader, you can touch yourself for Nino."
Not needing to be told a third time, Ohno quickly frees a hand and wastes no time in wrapping it around himself, mouth falling open and tangling a moan around Nino's name as he matches his pace with Aiba's.
It's all Nino can take.
He doesn't bother with a warning when he reaches the breaking point, instead making things clear by tossing his head back and keening as he paints their hands white with his come. Sho is still moving inside of him, narrating what's happening on the other side of the room even though Nino can picture it in his mind as the sound of their climax drowns out the erratic breaths along his ear and the roar of his own heartbeat.
"And your reason was?" Nino demands, arm slung around Ohno's shoulders as they wait for the manager to let them know when the van is ready for them.
Sho and Aiba exchange glances.
"MatsuJun," they chorus.
Mentally, Sho promises his conscience that he will text Jun an apology and a warning.
Arashi (-Jun)
NC-17
in honor of my 50th fic post to this comm and isaofdoom's birthday i present you with some porn. bon appetit. or whatever the hell that french word is.
Plotting and scheming isn't normally Sho's thing, especially not when the plan is meant to be put in action against Nino. Sure, he's smart and he can lie when the need arises, but Nino is even better--the boy can read minds or something, Sho is sure. He can sense things in the air and, though he might not know what's wrong at the moment, he can find a way to make it all play out in his favor.
That being said, this time Sho enlists a secret weapon to help him succeed. Something that will ensure that Nino won't be able to read anything.
This time Sho has Aiba. An Aiba who seems skeptical with his ideas, but still. He has Aiba.
"You think that'll work, Sho-chan?" Aiba asks, his mouth full of apple bits and his legs danging over the table's edge. "Nino always figures out the really complicated plans." A crunch of apple, a satisfied hum. "Maybe MatsuJun should help us plot."
"MatsuJun should continue to read over his new drama script." Jun scowls, not even glancing away from the papers in hand because if he does then he'll have to face Aiba's pouting lips. "As much as I love plotting to rehabilitate Nino, I actually have work I need to do. Filming starts soon."
"Matsumoto-san always has work to do," Sho points out. He sighs mournfully, holding Aiba close as the other sobs dramatically. "It's just the two of us, Aiba-san."
Aiba fakes a sob that ends up sounding more like one of his high-pitched giggles and pokes his head up from between Sho's arms, hair ruffled into oblivion. "I still think we should add sex to the list of ideas," says Aiba as he squirms in the sudden headlock. "Sex fixes everything."
Sho gives Aiba a pat on the head. "Please write your idea out in a formal scientific method form, complete with hypothesis and procedure, and I will think about it," he promises.
Aiba gleefully races off to find paper.
Sho finds the piece of paper stuffed into his NewsZERO bag. Reading over a couple more newspapers before going on air was his original plan, but if Aiba actually took the time to write this all out in a serious, scientific way, then Sho figures it would be rude of him not to read over it.
He doesn't want to be a bad lab assistant and get replaced again.
Problem: OhMiya are not SKing enough.
Hypothesis: If they see each other having sex, but are not allowed to touch, then they will get over... whatever it is they're not over.
Materials Needed: Nino, Riida, Sho-chan, Aiba-chan (me!), a bed, a comfortable armchair, lube, condoms, washcloths, cigarettes
Potential Set-Backs: Getting the two of them in the room together without them noticing each other until they're both hot and panting for sex, no Jun-chan ( :'( )
Pre-Experiment Procedure:
Sho-chan:
1) Hide items for Aiba-chan under pillows
2) Start heart-to-heart with Nino
3) Trap Nino on lap when he tries to shut you up with kisses (VERY DANGER! DO NOT GET CAUGHT!)
4) Begin handjob
5) Silence the Nino noises when Aiba-chan comes out of the bathroom with Riida
Aiba-chan:
1) Shower with Riida
2) Tease and have fun
3) Guide into bedroom and onto bed when Riida is worked up enough
4) Retrieve supplies
5) Experiment START!
Experiment: :D
Conclusion: SEX CONQUERS ALL!
Sho stares at the paper, dumbfounded.
"It... might actually work," he admits to himself, rereading the paper another time or two and not really able to find a flaw. Unlike his own plan that had been mercilessly torn apart by MatsuJun.
Sometimes... sometimes Sho really wonders if he's taking the harder way around.
Getting Nino to come to his room takes less convincing than Sho thought it would; just a casual "Hey, come with me," (and a small flash of his chest as he adjusts his robe) has the younger man trailing after him in amusement. Nino isn't normally this agreeable--he's either curious about what Sho wants or he's initiating a ploy for revenge--and Sho worries that somehow the plan is blown. Briefly, he toys with the thought of finding Aiba and regrouping.
The idea is quickly abandoned when sounds of running water greet them at the door.
Nino raises a brow. "I thought you wanted my company tonight."
"Aiba-chan," Sho answers.
"Figures," Nino snorts. Sho thinks it's a little sad that just saying the person's name has become a proper explanation for a situation.
Recalling the procedure Aiba had plotted out, Sho mentally strikes out the first two steps as he sits down on the armchair and clears his throat. "Nino," Sho starts, "I think you and I need srgfdh oh--"
Nino smirks, palming the tell-tale bulge of bathrobe again as he shifts enough to get himself comfortable. "No talking," he orders. This is actually rather productive for Sho's own mission so he nods, agreeably rolling his hips up and tugging Nino down into a kiss.
"I don't think we're doing it right," Aiba giggles as he jerks Ohno off in the shower, the older man dropping mark after mark along his neck. A curious-sounding hum answers, followed by a hushed moan. "Getting clean," Aiba clarifies. And while this is very true, it is also true that it would be incredibly inconvenient and rude to stop Ohno just as he's slipping down to his knees and lapping at the water running down Aiba's hips.
Aiba brushes the slick fringe from Ohno's eyes and sucks in a breath at the first touch of tongue lower than his belly button, and then he shuts his eyes.
Sho probably isn't in a rush yet anyway.
Somewhere along the way 'tide Nino over with a handjob' turned into 'get Nino ready for an intense fucking' and Sho wishes he could say that he has no idea how that happened, but he knows and he does not regret because they were obviously due for an attack from karma for daring to underestimate Nino.
Nino is tight and keening softly, warm and slick and impatiently trying to fuck himself down on Sho's fingers.
Sho closes his eyes and wills Aiba to hurry up.
Aiba presses his gasps and groans into the skin of Ohno's neck, kissing and sucking and nipping, his lips unable to just settle in one place when he feels the shudders run down Ohno's back and end in a roll of their connected hips. The water is still running, their towels are forgotten on the sink, and they're grinding against each other, but Aiba thinks they've made some great progress so far.
Now they just have to open the door.
Nino is just starting to press down into Sho's thrusts when the bathroom door finally swings open, the doorknob clanging as it ricochets off the tile wall. The noise isn't enough to get Sho's full attention away from Nino but he does spare a glance; Ohno and Aiba are tangled in each other and stumbling towards the bed.
Surprisingly, Nino doesn't seem to notice, though that may be because Sho slips his arms around Nino's waist then and starts thumbing at his cock, their lips sliding together easily when Nino tips his head back on Sho's shoulder. Sho does his best to keep Nino's attention so the surprise isn't ruined, but Aiba and Stealthy have never gone well together. Still, he prides himself on making it until Aiba knocked the bedside table over while fumbling for lube.
"What's he doing over there?" Nino pants, turning himself towards the bed and--
Sho sucks in a breath when everything tightens around him. Nino tenses again, probably to go to the bed; Sho keeps him firmly in place with an arm around his waist and a light squeeze at the base of his cock.
"Stay." It's not very fair of him to use his deep voice unless provoked, but Sho knows how much Nino likes it--correction: how much they all like it (he's heard his fair share of stories from his motormouth bandmates about it and despite being grumpy in the morning he isn't stupid, it's obvious that the only reason they wake him up in the middle of the night to jerk off while he growls and swears them into oblivion)--and so Sho feels no regrets taking advantage of this situation, lipping at whatever skin he can reach right now.
"Stay," he repeats. "Just watch."
And what a sight to behold.
Aiba has never been the most patient of people, far too caught up in his own excitement to actually think of waiting for anything, so Sho isn't expecting this kind of performance. Sure, Aiba jumps from two fingers to three and that's not exactly safe or comfortable, but he takes his time tracing Ohno's dick with his lips, humming in satisfaction every time Ohno arches. They're both still damp from their shower and Ohno is so eagerly pushing up, carding slender fingers through his own hair--
Sho softly moans against the shell of Nino's ear and gives his hips a roll.
"Fuck," Nino gasps, and finally Ohno seems to catch on to something in the room other than Aiba's hands and mouth. His eyes are lightly glazed when he glances over, tongue swiping over his lower lip when he finally focuses on the other two.
He was probably going to say something, Sho thinks to himself when Aiba interrupts by flipping them over. He mourns at the loss of hearing Ohno's voice calling out to them, but then Ohno is straddling Aiba's waist, moaning when he's tugged down and all of Aiba pushes inside, and Sho forgets what he was complaining about before.
"Nino, he's really tight," Aiba chokes out. His eyes are clenched shut and his hips are twitching with the desire to move, to get more of that heat. "He's making these really soft noises." A few seconds pass, a breath, Aiba opens his eyes and guides Ohno's hands to his chest. "And he's not allowed to touch himself."
Nino attempts a protest at that, because if he can't touch then he damn well wants to see Ohno's own fingers on himself, but it comes out strangled when Sho teases just under the head of his neglected cock and Aiba takes that to be some sort of signal.
Sliding his hands around to palm a cheek in each hand, Aiba gives Ohno just one experimental thrust before what little patience he had snaps and things start again.
"Hey," Nino hisses, glancing over his shoulder. "What the hell are you waiting for?" A small hand wraps around Sho's own and attempts guiding it along, but Sho rearranges their hands and Nino's growl of dissatisfaction morphs into something completely opposite when Sho starts stroking, firmer and faster than before.
"Sho," Nino pants, loving the slide and burn on both sides as he works his hips. Sho is murmuring in his ear, against his skin, the vibration sending a pleasant rumble along his spine.
"Open your eyes," Sho groans, squeezing their hands. Nino has no doubts that whatever he's meant to be watching is amazingly hot, but the fact that they are teasing him with it doesn't sit well with the petulant side of him. He puts off listening for as long as he can, even when Sho starts describing it in detail and pulling Nino tighter. But all it takes is a startled moan from Ohno to make his resolve snap.
He's not too surprised when the first gaze to meet his own is Ohno's.
"Oh-chan," Nino gasps, digging the nails of his free hand into the arm of the chair and swearing. "Touch yourself."
Ohno shakes his head, hands firmly tangled in the sheets.
Nino swears. "Just-- I need--"
"You can touch yourself," Aiba interrupts, blindly grabbing for one of the hands planted by his head. "Leader, you can touch yourself for Nino."
Not needing to be told a third time, Ohno quickly frees a hand and wastes no time in wrapping it around himself, mouth falling open and tangling a moan around Nino's name as he matches his pace with Aiba's.
It's all Nino can take.
He doesn't bother with a warning when he reaches the breaking point, instead making things clear by tossing his head back and keening as he paints their hands white with his come. Sho is still moving inside of him, narrating what's happening on the other side of the room even though Nino can picture it in his mind as the sound of their climax drowns out the erratic breaths along his ear and the roar of his own heartbeat.
"And your reason was?" Nino demands, arm slung around Ohno's shoulders as they wait for the manager to let them know when the van is ready for them.
Sho and Aiba exchange glances.
"MatsuJun," they chorus.
Mentally, Sho promises his conscience that he will text Jun an apology and a warning.