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Title: Smells Like Member-Ai
Rating: PG-13
Threesome: Ohno/Nino/Sho
Summary: Ohno and Nino give Sho a few lessons in togetherness.
Warnings: Extreme fluff and severe damage to Sho’s dignity?
Notes: All my love to L. and T. for all of their wonderful encouragement and beta work. lockability, I hope you enjoy this! :)
Our little group always has been/And always will be.
It's not that Sho isn't used to it: Ohno and Nino cuddle all the time, it would be strange if any discomfort on Sho's part hadn't been worn down already by sheer attrition. And hell, Sho isn't completely against his own physical gestures of affection towards his bandmates. It doesn't faze him to let Ohno nap against his shoulder on the train or to feed Aiba bites from his lunch set with his own chopsticks.
It's just that when it comes to Ohno and Nino, he sometimes just doesn't get it.
Aiba will bother the others if he's bored and looking for fun or affection or someone to willingly wreak havoc with him, or if it's Jun, sometimes just because he thinks that MatsuJun is really, really fun to bother (possibly, Sho surmises, in the same way that some people enjoy skydiving and bungee jumping. The thrill is in the near-death experience.)
Jun himself, misleading cool exterior aside, is unexpectedly sweet and generous with hugs and casual touches - a brush across the back of Sho's elbow to say goodbye, ruffling Aiba's hair just to make the other squeak with happiness, a quick, breathless hug with Ohno during a quick change at concerts. They all do it simply because, and most of all, no one thinks much of it. After almost ten years, there's nothing uncomfortable about it.
However, Ohno and Nino have this absurd tendency to take things a level beyond that, as often as they can and usually when Sho is two pages into the business section of his newspaper.
It's really quite hard to think about mergers and acquisitions while Nino is nestled quite comfortably in Ohno's lap on the couch across from Sho and giving Ohno a detailed tutorial on how to give a "proper Eskimo kiss".
"I think he got the hang of it ten minutes ago." Sho grits out through his teeth.
Nino tightens his hands on Ohno's waist and smiles sweetly over his shoulder at Sho. "Jealous?"
"I can't read." Sho smacks his paper down on the table.
"And after all those years at Keio, too." Nino turns around to look properly at Sho, staying in Ohno's lap.
"Just - " Sho isn't quite sure why he's even bothering to ask, because it's completely possible that the other two are completely immune of the fundamental weirdness of the whole situation and completely miss his point. "Why must you two - touch each other all the time?"
There's no cameras around. There's not even any staff for Nino to torment. Even though Ohno's lap might as well have a "Reserved for Nino" sign considering how regularly he frequented that particular perch, canoodling like teenagers in love for the past twenty minutes was a level of weirdness that even Sho couldn’t comprehend after almost a decade of dealing with his members’ more idiotic quirks.
"Because we're bored," Ohno answers simply at the same time Nino chimes in, "It's a physical manifestation of our destined love!"
"Right." Sho picks up his paper again. He should have known better than to ask. "Right."
*
"Sho-chan doesn't always understand things right away," Nino says.
He and Ohno have picked seats in the exact middle of the central block of seats in the arena from which to watch Sho rehearse the choreography for his solo. Their hands are linked between their chairs, swinging lightly.
"Sometimes you need to show him what you mean." Nino rubs this thumb over the back of Ohno's hand, trusting Captain to get his point.
"Ah." Ohno looks thoughtful for a moment, before his feature split into a grin that Nino returns gleefully. "I think Sho-chan would appreciate that."
*
Showers, Sho reflects, pushing his head further under the blisteringly hot spray with happy, incoherent muttering noises, are possibly the most marvelous things ever. Especially after three hours running and screaming around a massive arena in multiple, heavy layers of costumes and with blinding stage lights blazing down until he felt like his skin would melt right off.
It was all worth it for ten minutes of blissful, scalding water against his skin, the clean softness of soap rubbed in gentle circles against his tired muscles, the low quiet of the shower room after being surrounded by literally thousands of people, their screams ringing in his ears -
"Your shampoo smells really good, Sho-chan," Ohno comments suddenly from right behind him, and Sho's head nearly hits the showerhead as he jumps and reels around in shock.
Nino is methodically shampooing Ohno's hair, lather squishing between his fingers as he massages their leader's scalp in rough circles. Ohno's eyes are closed and he lets out a wordless, purring hum.
Sho just gapes at them, before snatching his shampoo bottle back from behind Nino. "The hell - don't you two even ask before you barge into someone's shower?"
"It's called member-ai, Sho-chan." Nino steals Sho's soap. "Sharing is good. Want me to do your back?"
"No!" The tiny stall was definitely not made for three people and Sho resisted the urge to shove the other two back out the door. "You just didn't want to wait your turn, you filthy little brat."
"Next time," Jun calls over from the next stall, voice pitched over Aiba's giggles. He sounds cranky. "Next time, we are finding a venue with more than two showers."
*
Nino is already under the covers and has claimed both of the giant, fluffy hotel pillows when Sho makes it back to his room.
"Oh, no you don't." Sho leaves the door open and points out into the hallway. "OUT."
"But Sho-kun's bed is really comfy." Nino's smile is disarmingly cute, even if it doesn't fool Sho for a second. "I won't take up much space."
"I know you won't." Sho grabs a hold of one of Nino's legs, trying to tug him off of the bed forcibly. Nino digs into the covers with his fingers, putting up a fight. "Because you won't be in it."
"Stop playing hard to get." Nino yanks his leg backwards as hard as he can so that Sho loses his balance and flails rather ungracefully onto the bed, almost squishing Nino.
"Sho-san, could I talk to you about some -" Jun pokes his head around the corner of Sho's room, one eyebrow rising pointedly at Nino groaning beneath Sho's weight. "Or actually, it can wait until morning."
"It's not like that," Sho snaps, smacking Nino on the head when he flashes Jun a victory sign. "Nino's leaving right away."
("I spent the whole night with Sho-chan," Nino announces chirpily at breakfast the next morning, loudly enough that people two tables away look over. "He's really warm and he likes to cuddle in his sleep!"
"Ugliest broad I ever woke up to," Sho mutters under his breath and Aiba laughs so hard that he chokes on his banana until Jun thumps him on the back and tells him to breathe, you moron.)
*
"I think it's a conspiracy," Sho says urgently, to which Jun hums vaguely, not even bothering to look away from where the staff are checking the moving stages. "No, really."
"Is that so?" Jun doesn't look particularly concerned.
"Nino won't stop touching me." Sho follows Jun down the hanamichi. He knows Jun is listening. Jun just doesn't seem to care, but dammit, he's the only other person would potentially see something wrong with this - Aiba would probably find it hilarious and either encourage it or just join in himself. "And Captain. I can't even enter the dressing room anymore without either of them wanting to hold my hand or sit on my lap, o-or braid my hair-"
"Considering we have a live concert in about nine hours, in front of thousands of people," Jun pointed out, hands on hips and sternly watching the staff testing the lights, "I'd be a little less worried about what they might do to you backstage if I were you."
Sho considers that for a second while Jun wanders off to talk with the sound staff.
"Oh, shit."
*
Sho makes a point to avoid Nino onstage at that evening's concert, because if the smirks and winks he's thrown Sho all evening are any indication, he has Something Planned and that can only end in lasting damage to Sho's dignity and sense of personal well-being, possibly in a moment captured not only on camera, but embedded in memory of thousands of witnesses.
The choreographers are unwittingly on his side - Nino is at a reasonable distance during almost all of the numbers and does little to wreak anything resembling havoc aside from starting a tickle-fight with Aiba during "Fight Song."
Sho, despite himself, begins to relax and enjoy the concert. Whatever Nino's evil plan is, it's likely waiting back in the dressing room, and Sho can at least kill him quietly and privately back there.
He doesn't even notice Ohno sneak up behind him during his solo for "Di-Li-Li" until he feels a sudden pinch on his ass.
Sho whirls around, his rap trailing off into a high-pitched screech.
Ohno smiles beatifically at him. His hand is still firmly grabbing Sho's ass.
Ten thousand screaming fans roar their approval.
*
"It's because..." Nino says thoughtfully the next morning, once they’re all loaded and settled onto the bus. Sho lowers his newspaper in exasperation, holding it at arm's length while Ohno extracts himself from the seat across the aisle beside Nino and settles into Sho's lap. "I guess it's because we can."
Ohno tucks his head under Sho's chin, long fingers stroking Sho's arm comfortingly. Sho forgave him after the show last night for the unfortunate Ass-Pinching Incident, because Leader's apologies were earnest and simple and sweet in a way that made you feel like you'd just kicked a puppy in the face if you didn't cave in and accept them. "It's nice to have people you can be close to like this sometimes, isn't it?"
Sho considers his response while Nino wedges his way in between Sho's side and the window seat, slinging his legs over Ohno's in Sho's lap and kissing Sho's temple softly.
"Yeah," Sho says finally, tightening his hold on Ohno's waist and nuzzling his cheek against Nino's hair. "Even if you're both still morons."
He might, he thinks as Ohno laces his fingers around his and Nino laughs at them, get it now, even just a little.
But he still kicks them both out of his room that night.
FIN
Title: Smells Like Member-Ai
Rating: PG-13
Threesome: Ohno/Nino/Sho
Summary: Ohno and Nino give Sho a few lessons in togetherness.
Warnings: Extreme fluff and severe damage to Sho’s dignity?
Notes: All my love to L. and T. for all of their wonderful encouragement and beta work. lockability, I hope you enjoy this! :)
Our little group always has been/And always will be.
It's not that Sho isn't used to it: Ohno and Nino cuddle all the time, it would be strange if any discomfort on Sho's part hadn't been worn down already by sheer attrition. And hell, Sho isn't completely against his own physical gestures of affection towards his bandmates. It doesn't faze him to let Ohno nap against his shoulder on the train or to feed Aiba bites from his lunch set with his own chopsticks.
It's just that when it comes to Ohno and Nino, he sometimes just doesn't get it.
Aiba will bother the others if he's bored and looking for fun or affection or someone to willingly wreak havoc with him, or if it's Jun, sometimes just because he thinks that MatsuJun is really, really fun to bother (possibly, Sho surmises, in the same way that some people enjoy skydiving and bungee jumping. The thrill is in the near-death experience.)
Jun himself, misleading cool exterior aside, is unexpectedly sweet and generous with hugs and casual touches - a brush across the back of Sho's elbow to say goodbye, ruffling Aiba's hair just to make the other squeak with happiness, a quick, breathless hug with Ohno during a quick change at concerts. They all do it simply because, and most of all, no one thinks much of it. After almost ten years, there's nothing uncomfortable about it.
However, Ohno and Nino have this absurd tendency to take things a level beyond that, as often as they can and usually when Sho is two pages into the business section of his newspaper.
It's really quite hard to think about mergers and acquisitions while Nino is nestled quite comfortably in Ohno's lap on the couch across from Sho and giving Ohno a detailed tutorial on how to give a "proper Eskimo kiss".
"I think he got the hang of it ten minutes ago." Sho grits out through his teeth.
Nino tightens his hands on Ohno's waist and smiles sweetly over his shoulder at Sho. "Jealous?"
"I can't read." Sho smacks his paper down on the table.
"And after all those years at Keio, too." Nino turns around to look properly at Sho, staying in Ohno's lap.
"Just - " Sho isn't quite sure why he's even bothering to ask, because it's completely possible that the other two are completely immune of the fundamental weirdness of the whole situation and completely miss his point. "Why must you two - touch each other all the time?"
There's no cameras around. There's not even any staff for Nino to torment. Even though Ohno's lap might as well have a "Reserved for Nino" sign considering how regularly he frequented that particular perch, canoodling like teenagers in love for the past twenty minutes was a level of weirdness that even Sho couldn’t comprehend after almost a decade of dealing with his members’ more idiotic quirks.
"Because we're bored," Ohno answers simply at the same time Nino chimes in, "It's a physical manifestation of our destined love!"
"Right." Sho picks up his paper again. He should have known better than to ask. "Right."
*
"Sho-chan doesn't always understand things right away," Nino says.
He and Ohno have picked seats in the exact middle of the central block of seats in the arena from which to watch Sho rehearse the choreography for his solo. Their hands are linked between their chairs, swinging lightly.
"Sometimes you need to show him what you mean." Nino rubs this thumb over the back of Ohno's hand, trusting Captain to get his point.
"Ah." Ohno looks thoughtful for a moment, before his feature split into a grin that Nino returns gleefully. "I think Sho-chan would appreciate that."
*
Showers, Sho reflects, pushing his head further under the blisteringly hot spray with happy, incoherent muttering noises, are possibly the most marvelous things ever. Especially after three hours running and screaming around a massive arena in multiple, heavy layers of costumes and with blinding stage lights blazing down until he felt like his skin would melt right off.
It was all worth it for ten minutes of blissful, scalding water against his skin, the clean softness of soap rubbed in gentle circles against his tired muscles, the low quiet of the shower room after being surrounded by literally thousands of people, their screams ringing in his ears -
"Your shampoo smells really good, Sho-chan," Ohno comments suddenly from right behind him, and Sho's head nearly hits the showerhead as he jumps and reels around in shock.
Nino is methodically shampooing Ohno's hair, lather squishing between his fingers as he massages their leader's scalp in rough circles. Ohno's eyes are closed and he lets out a wordless, purring hum.
Sho just gapes at them, before snatching his shampoo bottle back from behind Nino. "The hell - don't you two even ask before you barge into someone's shower?"
"It's called member-ai, Sho-chan." Nino steals Sho's soap. "Sharing is good. Want me to do your back?"
"No!" The tiny stall was definitely not made for three people and Sho resisted the urge to shove the other two back out the door. "You just didn't want to wait your turn, you filthy little brat."
"Next time," Jun calls over from the next stall, voice pitched over Aiba's giggles. He sounds cranky. "Next time, we are finding a venue with more than two showers."
*
Nino is already under the covers and has claimed both of the giant, fluffy hotel pillows when Sho makes it back to his room.
"Oh, no you don't." Sho leaves the door open and points out into the hallway. "OUT."
"But Sho-kun's bed is really comfy." Nino's smile is disarmingly cute, even if it doesn't fool Sho for a second. "I won't take up much space."
"I know you won't." Sho grabs a hold of one of Nino's legs, trying to tug him off of the bed forcibly. Nino digs into the covers with his fingers, putting up a fight. "Because you won't be in it."
"Stop playing hard to get." Nino yanks his leg backwards as hard as he can so that Sho loses his balance and flails rather ungracefully onto the bed, almost squishing Nino.
"Sho-san, could I talk to you about some -" Jun pokes his head around the corner of Sho's room, one eyebrow rising pointedly at Nino groaning beneath Sho's weight. "Or actually, it can wait until morning."
"It's not like that," Sho snaps, smacking Nino on the head when he flashes Jun a victory sign. "Nino's leaving right away."
("I spent the whole night with Sho-chan," Nino announces chirpily at breakfast the next morning, loudly enough that people two tables away look over. "He's really warm and he likes to cuddle in his sleep!"
"Ugliest broad I ever woke up to," Sho mutters under his breath and Aiba laughs so hard that he chokes on his banana until Jun thumps him on the back and tells him to breathe, you moron.)
*
"I think it's a conspiracy," Sho says urgently, to which Jun hums vaguely, not even bothering to look away from where the staff are checking the moving stages. "No, really."
"Is that so?" Jun doesn't look particularly concerned.
"Nino won't stop touching me." Sho follows Jun down the hanamichi. He knows Jun is listening. Jun just doesn't seem to care, but dammit, he's the only other person would potentially see something wrong with this - Aiba would probably find it hilarious and either encourage it or just join in himself. "And Captain. I can't even enter the dressing room anymore without either of them wanting to hold my hand or sit on my lap, o-or braid my hair-"
"Considering we have a live concert in about nine hours, in front of thousands of people," Jun pointed out, hands on hips and sternly watching the staff testing the lights, "I'd be a little less worried about what they might do to you backstage if I were you."
Sho considers that for a second while Jun wanders off to talk with the sound staff.
"Oh, shit."
*
Sho makes a point to avoid Nino onstage at that evening's concert, because if the smirks and winks he's thrown Sho all evening are any indication, he has Something Planned and that can only end in lasting damage to Sho's dignity and sense of personal well-being, possibly in a moment captured not only on camera, but embedded in memory of thousands of witnesses.
The choreographers are unwittingly on his side - Nino is at a reasonable distance during almost all of the numbers and does little to wreak anything resembling havoc aside from starting a tickle-fight with Aiba during "Fight Song."
Sho, despite himself, begins to relax and enjoy the concert. Whatever Nino's evil plan is, it's likely waiting back in the dressing room, and Sho can at least kill him quietly and privately back there.
He doesn't even notice Ohno sneak up behind him during his solo for "Di-Li-Li" until he feels a sudden pinch on his ass.
Sho whirls around, his rap trailing off into a high-pitched screech.
Ohno smiles beatifically at him. His hand is still firmly grabbing Sho's ass.
Ten thousand screaming fans roar their approval.
*
"It's because..." Nino says thoughtfully the next morning, once they’re all loaded and settled onto the bus. Sho lowers his newspaper in exasperation, holding it at arm's length while Ohno extracts himself from the seat across the aisle beside Nino and settles into Sho's lap. "I guess it's because we can."
Ohno tucks his head under Sho's chin, long fingers stroking Sho's arm comfortingly. Sho forgave him after the show last night for the unfortunate Ass-Pinching Incident, because Leader's apologies were earnest and simple and sweet in a way that made you feel like you'd just kicked a puppy in the face if you didn't cave in and accept them. "It's nice to have people you can be close to like this sometimes, isn't it?"
Sho considers his response while Nino wedges his way in between Sho's side and the window seat, slinging his legs over Ohno's in Sho's lap and kissing Sho's temple softly.
"Yeah," Sho says finally, tightening his hold on Ohno's waist and nuzzling his cheek against Nino's hair. "Even if you're both still morons."
He might, he thinks as Ohno laces his fingers around his and Nino laughs at them, get it now, even just a little.
But he still kicks them both out of his room that night.
FIN