Arashi - aiba/nino - Good Morning
Title: Good Morning
Fandom: Arashi
Pairing: Aiba/Nino
Word count: 1026
Notes: >D For ames_909. A sequel for Aiba Gets Revenge. This is what happens when Nino is a good boy. Slight smut warning! :D~ (I'm seeing this becoming a series. The third part is already in the works. :D?)
Nino groaned and buried his head under his pillow when someone suddenly dragged his bed covers off him, jumped on him and bounced up and down, making the whole bed rock.
“Wake up! WAAAAKE UUUP! Ninoninoninonino!”
If things like a hyper Aiba jumping on you at ungodly hours of the morning would really, really, really have to happen, why couldn’t it be on a morning when Nino actually had to get out of bed at - he glanced at the clock - at seven thirty?
There just wasn’t a fate cruel enough for Aiba.
“Why are you here? It’s morning and our day off. Go pester someone who actually wants to be awake,” Nino moaned, trying to reach behind him so that he could smack Aiba. “Get off of my back, idiot.”
“I won’t, not when you’re just trying to hit me!” Aiba laughed and just sat more firmly on him. “Haha, can’t reach me?”
“How did you even get into my room? Oh, man, what did I do to deserve this?”
“Mmm… You’ve been a really good boy lately,” came Aiba’s answer, close to Nino’s ear and in a much lower voice than he had expected. That voice and the breath against his neck made Nino’s skin tingle. “You haven’t been teasing me anywhere as much as you used to,” Aiba continued. “Actually, I’m a bit disappointed about that.”
Nino stopped struggling and just laid still, waiting for what would happen next. He had an idea what might be coming, but he wasn’t really sure how he would react to it. He figured that it would be his best interest not to provoke Aiba any further.
“But then I thought I could just as well reward you for being good if I would have... punished you for being bad.” The words were followed by a small bite on his earlobe and kisses along his neck.
“Aiba…” Nino whispered, twisting his neck and trying to get a clear look at Aiba, but failing.
“Yes?” Aiba muttered, his lips against Nino’s bare shoulder and his hands moving to hold Nino’s wrists.
“Get off me.”
Nino could feel the pout against his skin and tried not to smirk. “No,” Aiba said. “Not when I know that you don’t really want me to.”
Well, there was a statement that he hadn’t expected from the other. But Aiba was absolutely right. Damn, when would he learn that Aiba was very sharp when it came to things like this? Nino knew that there was nothing left for him to do, that it was time to give up. He could have fought it for a while longer, but what would have been the point? That would have been no use whatsoever. “Well… at least let me turn around?” he instead suggested.
Aiba let out a delighted laugh. “Yay!” he exclaimed, like he had just been given a slice of cake or a day pass to Disneyland. He allowed Nino just enough room to turn around before attacking him again, unceremoniously grabbing his head and bringing their lips together. Nino tried to say something but it only came out as incomprehensible mumbling and gave Aiba a chance to slip his tongue into his mouth.
It was… nice. And weird. Even when kissing him like that, hard and hot and passionate, Aiba just didn’t stop playing with him. Nino could feel his faint smile against his lips and started when Aiba suddenly nibbled on his lower lip and then ran his tongue over it. Aiba was in charge all the time, always doing something unexpected when Nino tried to gain some control over the situation, derailing him efficiently with his hands, lips and tongue.
Nino couldn’t figure Aiba out. There really was no other choice, he had to just go along with it and give whatever it was that Aiba wanted. He should just enjoy it and stop struggling. He wrapped his arms around Aiba’s neck and his legs around his waist, bringing the older man closer to him. Everything was becoming warmer, more urgent. Their bodies rocked together and Nino could feel his breathing quickening and his heart beating faster in his chest. Aiba’s fingers were in his hair, tugging hard, almost painfully, but that only made Nino’s senses sharper, made him more aware of what was happening, so much more sensitive to Aiba. Small sounds escaped him, coming deep from his throat. Not exactly moans, but little demands of more, more, more.
Nino opened his eyes and saw Aiba looking back at him with half-closed eyes, through his eyelashes. Breath hitched in his throat and he had to break the kiss to get some air. Aiba gave him a small smile and pulled back, looking at him with clouded eyes, lips swollen and moist from the kissing. So beautiful it made Nino’s head swim.
Nino frowned. Why had Aiba stopped? He reached out, wanting to pull him back down, wanting to continue kissing, touching, moaning... wanting that more, more, more - whatever it would end up being.
Then Aiba blinked once and the clouded, unfocused look was gone. He grabbed Nino’s wrists, pinning them against the mattress and flashed a wide grin. “Well, that was fun!” he said, smiling at Nino innocently. “I’m kind of hungry now. I’m going to get some breakfast. You coming? It’s lonely to eat breakfast alone.”
Aiba released him and climbed out of the bed, casually straightening his ruffled clothes and fixing his messed hair, like nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.
”What?” Nino asked, his mouth hanging open from surprise. “What are you talking about? What about me?” he whined. “What about that?” he added, pointing somewhere in the general direction of his crotch.
Aiba grinned brightly. “You’ve been good, but not that good,” he said before giving him a short wave and skipping out the door.
For a second Nino was speechless, only able to stare at the spot that Aiba had occupied just moments before. Then he understood what had happened and sprang up from the bed.
“AIBA MASAKI!” he bellowed after Aiba. “You damn BASTARD!”
Only the distant sound of Aiba’s laughter answered him.
Fandom: Arashi
Pairing: Aiba/Nino
Word count: 1026
Notes: >D For ames_909. A sequel for Aiba Gets Revenge. This is what happens when Nino is a good boy. Slight smut warning! :D~ (I'm seeing this becoming a series. The third part is already in the works. :D?)
Nino groaned and buried his head under his pillow when someone suddenly dragged his bed covers off him, jumped on him and bounced up and down, making the whole bed rock.
“Wake up! WAAAAKE UUUP! Ninoninoninonino!”
If things like a hyper Aiba jumping on you at ungodly hours of the morning would really, really, really have to happen, why couldn’t it be on a morning when Nino actually had to get out of bed at - he glanced at the clock - at seven thirty?
There just wasn’t a fate cruel enough for Aiba.
“Why are you here? It’s morning and our day off. Go pester someone who actually wants to be awake,” Nino moaned, trying to reach behind him so that he could smack Aiba. “Get off of my back, idiot.”
“I won’t, not when you’re just trying to hit me!” Aiba laughed and just sat more firmly on him. “Haha, can’t reach me?”
“How did you even get into my room? Oh, man, what did I do to deserve this?”
“Mmm… You’ve been a really good boy lately,” came Aiba’s answer, close to Nino’s ear and in a much lower voice than he had expected. That voice and the breath against his neck made Nino’s skin tingle. “You haven’t been teasing me anywhere as much as you used to,” Aiba continued. “Actually, I’m a bit disappointed about that.”
Nino stopped struggling and just laid still, waiting for what would happen next. He had an idea what might be coming, but he wasn’t really sure how he would react to it. He figured that it would be his best interest not to provoke Aiba any further.
“But then I thought I could just as well reward you for being good if I would have... punished you for being bad.” The words were followed by a small bite on his earlobe and kisses along his neck.
“Aiba…” Nino whispered, twisting his neck and trying to get a clear look at Aiba, but failing.
“Yes?” Aiba muttered, his lips against Nino’s bare shoulder and his hands moving to hold Nino’s wrists.
“Get off me.”
Nino could feel the pout against his skin and tried not to smirk. “No,” Aiba said. “Not when I know that you don’t really want me to.”
Well, there was a statement that he hadn’t expected from the other. But Aiba was absolutely right. Damn, when would he learn that Aiba was very sharp when it came to things like this? Nino knew that there was nothing left for him to do, that it was time to give up. He could have fought it for a while longer, but what would have been the point? That would have been no use whatsoever. “Well… at least let me turn around?” he instead suggested.
Aiba let out a delighted laugh. “Yay!” he exclaimed, like he had just been given a slice of cake or a day pass to Disneyland. He allowed Nino just enough room to turn around before attacking him again, unceremoniously grabbing his head and bringing their lips together. Nino tried to say something but it only came out as incomprehensible mumbling and gave Aiba a chance to slip his tongue into his mouth.
It was… nice. And weird. Even when kissing him like that, hard and hot and passionate, Aiba just didn’t stop playing with him. Nino could feel his faint smile against his lips and started when Aiba suddenly nibbled on his lower lip and then ran his tongue over it. Aiba was in charge all the time, always doing something unexpected when Nino tried to gain some control over the situation, derailing him efficiently with his hands, lips and tongue.
Nino couldn’t figure Aiba out. There really was no other choice, he had to just go along with it and give whatever it was that Aiba wanted. He should just enjoy it and stop struggling. He wrapped his arms around Aiba’s neck and his legs around his waist, bringing the older man closer to him. Everything was becoming warmer, more urgent. Their bodies rocked together and Nino could feel his breathing quickening and his heart beating faster in his chest. Aiba’s fingers were in his hair, tugging hard, almost painfully, but that only made Nino’s senses sharper, made him more aware of what was happening, so much more sensitive to Aiba. Small sounds escaped him, coming deep from his throat. Not exactly moans, but little demands of more, more, more.
Nino opened his eyes and saw Aiba looking back at him with half-closed eyes, through his eyelashes. Breath hitched in his throat and he had to break the kiss to get some air. Aiba gave him a small smile and pulled back, looking at him with clouded eyes, lips swollen and moist from the kissing. So beautiful it made Nino’s head swim.
Nino frowned. Why had Aiba stopped? He reached out, wanting to pull him back down, wanting to continue kissing, touching, moaning... wanting that more, more, more - whatever it would end up being.
Then Aiba blinked once and the clouded, unfocused look was gone. He grabbed Nino’s wrists, pinning them against the mattress and flashed a wide grin. “Well, that was fun!” he said, smiling at Nino innocently. “I’m kind of hungry now. I’m going to get some breakfast. You coming? It’s lonely to eat breakfast alone.”
Aiba released him and climbed out of the bed, casually straightening his ruffled clothes and fixing his messed hair, like nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.
”What?” Nino asked, his mouth hanging open from surprise. “What are you talking about? What about me?” he whined. “What about that?” he added, pointing somewhere in the general direction of his crotch.
Aiba grinned brightly. “You’ve been good, but not that good,” he said before giving him a short wave and skipping out the door.
For a second Nino was speechless, only able to stare at the spot that Aiba had occupied just moments before. Then he understood what had happened and sprang up from the bed.
“AIBA MASAKI!” he bellowed after Aiba. “You damn BASTARD!”
Only the distant sound of Aiba’s laughter answered him.