Arashi & YTM - Requests III
Title: Compulsion
Fandom: Arashi
Pairing: ohno/nino
Word count: 925
Notes: With a neck like Nino's, Ohno can't NOT have a fetish. For karmade! ♥! This fic is not nearly shiny enough for you! I promise I'll try to do better next time. (I'm amused at myself for managing to do this much Product Placement in a 900 word fic. XD I should get paid for it.)
Nino was wearing that shirt again. The black one with English words printed on the front in silver, words that Ohno had never bothered to read. They didn't particularly hold his attention, since the most prominent feature of the shirt was a wide collar that was constantly slipping off Nino's shoulders or exposing generous amounts of skin on his chest and back.
That and the fact that Nino's hair was still very short, only growing back from his recent bout of baldness and making his neck look somehow even longer, meant that Ohno just could. Not. Stop. Staring.
"Hey, Captain's looking alert today," Aiba said, sitting straighter in his chair. Ohno ignored him and dragged himself closer to Nino. Under these circumstances, the other end of the couch where Nino was playing with his DS, was just too far.
"Huh. You're right," Jun said after taking a look at Ohno.
Sho didn't notice. He was in the other end of the room, his earphones on, reading a newspaper with a small crease between his brows, completely immersed in the foreign section.
Nino continued playing his game, seemingly unaware of the world outside his small screen. Ohno paused on his journey across the couch to appreciate the way Nino's neck curved when he leaned down over the blue device. Then he continued to edge closer until he was right next to Nino. He put his chin on Nino's shoulder and peered down at the game, pretending to be interested in what was going on, while his right hand was slowly making its way up Nino's back. He let his fingertips slide over the bumps of Nino's spine until he got to the nape of his neck. He tugged gently at the short hairs there, twirling them around his fingers.
The character on the screen faltered for a moment.
"Hey, Aiba. Are you thirsty? I am thirsty. Let's get something to drink," Jun said and got up.
"Huh? Oh, okay," Aiba said and followed Jun out of the room. On his way, Jun grabbed Sho by the arm and forced him with them, earphones and iPod, newspaper and all. Ohno ignored Sho's small indignant squeaks as he was dragged away. His fingers moved from Nino's hair to stroking the side of his neck and tracing the line of the collar. A frown of concentration appeared on Nino's face but he still continued his game.
Ohno bit down on his lip to suppress a grin. Ohno slipped the collar over Nino's left shoulder and placed a small kiss there and then another on the collar bone, then two on the neck and one against the pulse, right under Nino's earlobe. Then he licked at the bump of the jawbone and felt how Nino's body melted against him.
"Okay then," Nino said, paused his game and moved it out of the way. "I'll pay attention to you."
"Good," Ohno smiled and pulled Nino into his lap. "I like your shirt," he said, brushing his lips over Nino's Adam's apple and letting his teeth scrape over the sensitive skin. Nino's hands went into Ohno's hair, messing with his carefully constructed hairdo, probably on purpose.
"If you leave marks our makeup girl will kill you," Nino muttered, smacking Ohno gently on the head.
"She'll love the challenge," Ohno said against Nino's neck.
"Our manager and the photographer might not like it either," Nino said.
Ohno answered by nibbling at the spot on Nino's jaw that curved slightly inwards. It was pretty funny how easily you could make Nino give in if you knew what you were doing.
"Ah... But who cares?" Nino sighed and pressed himself closer to Ohno. "Though, if you continue this much longer, I might develop an embarrassing condition. I don't think they'd like me going into a Popolo photo shoot with a hard-on. It's not exactly that kind of magazine..." Nino trailed off when Ohno kissed the mole on his chin and then the corner of his mouth. "Even if it sometimes looks like it," he finished, closing his eyes.
Ohno circled his hands around Nino's neck and gently pulled him into a kiss, partly just to shut him up. "Don't worry," he said after they broke apart. "I would never let you go into a photo shoot like that."
Nino chuckled, low and smooth, and was about to answer when the door opened.
"Right. You had your fun," Jun said. "Now they need you both in makeup and hair." His eyes went from a slightly flushed Nino to Ohno with his hair in complete disarray and sighed. "I don't know why I keep indulging you two. I'll probably go grey before you turn professional," Jun said, glaring at them. Ohno didn't think that Jun's glare was particularly effective when the corners of his mouth kept twitching into a smile.
"You just can't resist my handsome face," Nino said, getting up. "And Ohno's too adorable. Look at him," Nino said, waving his hand towards Ohno who flashed his best pout to Jun, completely in sync with Nino's words. "There's no way you can stay mad at that."
Jun rolled his eyes but let Nino wrap his arm around his waist. "The day I call you handsome, Ninomiya, is the day when Hell freezes over," he said, putting his hand around Nino's shoulders, letting himself to be lead out of the room.
Ohno grinned to himself and followed, his eyes returning to Nino's collar, making a mental note to thank Nino's stylist the next time he saw her.
Title: Good Taste
Fandom: Yamada Taro Monogatari
Pairing: mimura/yamada
Word count: 543
Notes: For honooko! Your prompts are evil but I still ♥ you!
The first time Taro kissed Takuya was on the small porch of the rundown Yamada house, their feet dangling over the edge while they sat side by side, staring into the darkness of the small garden.
Taro was tired and Takuya was silent, just as usual. But the silence made Taro even sleepier, making him lean - just a little - to the right and then their shoulders were touching. Taro thought hazily that Takuya next to him felt warm. So he pushed closer, finally resting his head against Takuya's shoulder.
"...Taro?" Takuya whispered. "What are you doing?"
"Mmm... warm," Taro muttered, leaning even closer and pressing his head heavily on Takuya's shoulder, burrowing his face into the curve of his neck. "Mimura-kun is always so warm..." Without really knowing what he was doing, he rubbed his nose against Takuya's neck. "And you have such a good smell too."
"It's called cologne," Takuya muttered, squirming a little. The movement shook Taro and made his position uncomfortable, so he wrapped his arms around Takuya's waist to keep him in his place.
"No... I mean the smell under the cologne. I like that more," Taro said, rubbing the tip of his nose against Takuya's skin and moving up over his neck and cheek. He kept his eyes closed, just smelling Takuya, trying to pinpoint what the smell reminded him of.
It was something warm and golden, but not too sweet, not like honey. Something that he couldn't place, no matter how much he tried. If he could only somehow taste Takuya, maybe he could place the smell too.
Experimentally, Taro placed his mouth against Takuya's cheek and let the tip of his tongue brush the skin. Takuya twitched and he had to tighten his hold around his waist.
"T-TARO!"
"Shh... You're going to wake up the kids. And my mom," Taro muttered absently, still not satisfied with his experiments, completely focused on trying to analyse how Takuya tasted like. He made a small sound of frustration. It wasn't working.
Taro opened his eyes and looked at Takuya. His eyes were wide and he was staring wordlessly at Taro. His lips were slightly parted and that gave Taro a new idea. He smiled happily at his friend and pushed their lips together.
Takuya let out a small whimper, but didn't move away. He allowed Taro to push his tongue into his mouth and then he answered the kiss, grabbing Taro from the shoulders and pulling him closer.
Taro was pleased. This was a great way to taste Takuya. He tasted a lot like he smelled. Warm and golden and with just the right amount of sweetness. He really liked it. It felt like the warmth from Takuya was spreading all over his body and to the pit of his stomach. He wondered if he could actually get full from just kissing Takuya.
It would be really great if he could.
After a while, Takuya broke the kiss and pushed Taro slightly further away from him. "What was that?" he asked, bewildered.
"Just as I thought, Mimura-kun," Taro beamed at him. "You taste good too."
Takuya stared.
"Too bad I can't exactly eat you," Taro chuckled, oblivious to the dark red blush that was rapidly spreading on Takuya's face.
Fandom: Arashi
Pairing: ohno/nino
Word count: 925
Notes: With a neck like Nino's, Ohno can't NOT have a fetish. For karmade! ♥! This fic is not nearly shiny enough for you! I promise I'll try to do better next time. (I'm amused at myself for managing to do this much Product Placement in a 900 word fic. XD I should get paid for it.)
Nino was wearing that shirt again. The black one with English words printed on the front in silver, words that Ohno had never bothered to read. They didn't particularly hold his attention, since the most prominent feature of the shirt was a wide collar that was constantly slipping off Nino's shoulders or exposing generous amounts of skin on his chest and back.
That and the fact that Nino's hair was still very short, only growing back from his recent bout of baldness and making his neck look somehow even longer, meant that Ohno just could. Not. Stop. Staring.
"Hey, Captain's looking alert today," Aiba said, sitting straighter in his chair. Ohno ignored him and dragged himself closer to Nino. Under these circumstances, the other end of the couch where Nino was playing with his DS, was just too far.
"Huh. You're right," Jun said after taking a look at Ohno.
Sho didn't notice. He was in the other end of the room, his earphones on, reading a newspaper with a small crease between his brows, completely immersed in the foreign section.
Nino continued playing his game, seemingly unaware of the world outside his small screen. Ohno paused on his journey across the couch to appreciate the way Nino's neck curved when he leaned down over the blue device. Then he continued to edge closer until he was right next to Nino. He put his chin on Nino's shoulder and peered down at the game, pretending to be interested in what was going on, while his right hand was slowly making its way up Nino's back. He let his fingertips slide over the bumps of Nino's spine until he got to the nape of his neck. He tugged gently at the short hairs there, twirling them around his fingers.
The character on the screen faltered for a moment.
"Hey, Aiba. Are you thirsty? I am thirsty. Let's get something to drink," Jun said and got up.
"Huh? Oh, okay," Aiba said and followed Jun out of the room. On his way, Jun grabbed Sho by the arm and forced him with them, earphones and iPod, newspaper and all. Ohno ignored Sho's small indignant squeaks as he was dragged away. His fingers moved from Nino's hair to stroking the side of his neck and tracing the line of the collar. A frown of concentration appeared on Nino's face but he still continued his game.
Ohno bit down on his lip to suppress a grin. Ohno slipped the collar over Nino's left shoulder and placed a small kiss there and then another on the collar bone, then two on the neck and one against the pulse, right under Nino's earlobe. Then he licked at the bump of the jawbone and felt how Nino's body melted against him.
"Okay then," Nino said, paused his game and moved it out of the way. "I'll pay attention to you."
"Good," Ohno smiled and pulled Nino into his lap. "I like your shirt," he said, brushing his lips over Nino's Adam's apple and letting his teeth scrape over the sensitive skin. Nino's hands went into Ohno's hair, messing with his carefully constructed hairdo, probably on purpose.
"If you leave marks our makeup girl will kill you," Nino muttered, smacking Ohno gently on the head.
"She'll love the challenge," Ohno said against Nino's neck.
"Our manager and the photographer might not like it either," Nino said.
Ohno answered by nibbling at the spot on Nino's jaw that curved slightly inwards. It was pretty funny how easily you could make Nino give in if you knew what you were doing.
"Ah... But who cares?" Nino sighed and pressed himself closer to Ohno. "Though, if you continue this much longer, I might develop an embarrassing condition. I don't think they'd like me going into a Popolo photo shoot with a hard-on. It's not exactly that kind of magazine..." Nino trailed off when Ohno kissed the mole on his chin and then the corner of his mouth. "Even if it sometimes looks like it," he finished, closing his eyes.
Ohno circled his hands around Nino's neck and gently pulled him into a kiss, partly just to shut him up. "Don't worry," he said after they broke apart. "I would never let you go into a photo shoot like that."
Nino chuckled, low and smooth, and was about to answer when the door opened.
"Right. You had your fun," Jun said. "Now they need you both in makeup and hair." His eyes went from a slightly flushed Nino to Ohno with his hair in complete disarray and sighed. "I don't know why I keep indulging you two. I'll probably go grey before you turn professional," Jun said, glaring at them. Ohno didn't think that Jun's glare was particularly effective when the corners of his mouth kept twitching into a smile.
"You just can't resist my handsome face," Nino said, getting up. "And Ohno's too adorable. Look at him," Nino said, waving his hand towards Ohno who flashed his best pout to Jun, completely in sync with Nino's words. "There's no way you can stay mad at that."
Jun rolled his eyes but let Nino wrap his arm around his waist. "The day I call you handsome, Ninomiya, is the day when Hell freezes over," he said, putting his hand around Nino's shoulders, letting himself to be lead out of the room.
Ohno grinned to himself and followed, his eyes returning to Nino's collar, making a mental note to thank Nino's stylist the next time he saw her.
Title: Good Taste
Fandom: Yamada Taro Monogatari
Pairing: mimura/yamada
Word count: 543
Notes: For honooko! Your prompts are evil but I still ♥ you!
The first time Taro kissed Takuya was on the small porch of the rundown Yamada house, their feet dangling over the edge while they sat side by side, staring into the darkness of the small garden.
Taro was tired and Takuya was silent, just as usual. But the silence made Taro even sleepier, making him lean - just a little - to the right and then their shoulders were touching. Taro thought hazily that Takuya next to him felt warm. So he pushed closer, finally resting his head against Takuya's shoulder.
"...Taro?" Takuya whispered. "What are you doing?"
"Mmm... warm," Taro muttered, leaning even closer and pressing his head heavily on Takuya's shoulder, burrowing his face into the curve of his neck. "Mimura-kun is always so warm..." Without really knowing what he was doing, he rubbed his nose against Takuya's neck. "And you have such a good smell too."
"It's called cologne," Takuya muttered, squirming a little. The movement shook Taro and made his position uncomfortable, so he wrapped his arms around Takuya's waist to keep him in his place.
"No... I mean the smell under the cologne. I like that more," Taro said, rubbing the tip of his nose against Takuya's skin and moving up over his neck and cheek. He kept his eyes closed, just smelling Takuya, trying to pinpoint what the smell reminded him of.
It was something warm and golden, but not too sweet, not like honey. Something that he couldn't place, no matter how much he tried. If he could only somehow taste Takuya, maybe he could place the smell too.
Experimentally, Taro placed his mouth against Takuya's cheek and let the tip of his tongue brush the skin. Takuya twitched and he had to tighten his hold around his waist.
"T-TARO!"
"Shh... You're going to wake up the kids. And my mom," Taro muttered absently, still not satisfied with his experiments, completely focused on trying to analyse how Takuya tasted like. He made a small sound of frustration. It wasn't working.
Taro opened his eyes and looked at Takuya. His eyes were wide and he was staring wordlessly at Taro. His lips were slightly parted and that gave Taro a new idea. He smiled happily at his friend and pushed their lips together.
Takuya let out a small whimper, but didn't move away. He allowed Taro to push his tongue into his mouth and then he answered the kiss, grabbing Taro from the shoulders and pulling him closer.
Taro was pleased. This was a great way to taste Takuya. He tasted a lot like he smelled. Warm and golden and with just the right amount of sweetness. He really liked it. It felt like the warmth from Takuya was spreading all over his body and to the pit of his stomach. He wondered if he could actually get full from just kissing Takuya.
It would be really great if he could.
After a while, Takuya broke the kiss and pushed Taro slightly further away from him. "What was that?" he asked, bewildered.
"Just as I thought, Mimura-kun," Taro beamed at him. "You taste good too."
Takuya stared.
"Too bad I can't exactly eat you," Taro chuckled, oblivious to the dark red blush that was rapidly spreading on Takuya's face.