Oneshot: A Case of Divine Intervention from the God of Satiable Wants
I’ve always posted my fics under the assumption that everyone hates f-list spam, but with my last series Runaway Train, I realized that not everyone watches arashirabu either. For my lesser works that I keep exclusively on my lj, I don’t think I’ll consider cross posting, but for larger series and the higher quality oneshots, would it be better for you people if I posted both here and at arashirabu? If no one feels strongly one way or the other, I’ll just continue posting the same way as I always have.
In other news…real life sucks lately. I’ve been laid off of my favorite job. At the other, I think I might be fired soon for accidental absentmindedness. Today at work, I tried to put sugar and cream in someone’s Coke on accident. While Mr. Manager was watching.
Sorry in advance for the spam, but most likely, I will be posting again tomorrow, in an attmept to actually post ON someone’s (laaaaaaaaaura‘s) birthday instead of months after the fact. Which finally brings us to the purpose of today’s oneshot:
Oneshot: A Case of Divine Intervention from the God of Satiable Wants
Pair: Ohmiya
Rating: Nc-17 :D
Genre: Failed humor, fluff n’ smut
Summary: Nino was a friendless, loveless man who was absolutely satisfied with his normal life. Then he met a man who had a bizarre knack for reading Nino’s mind….and Nino’s wants
Note: This fic is VERY VERY VERY long winded. It’s over 8000 words, most of which is insubstantial. Also, it’s my late birthday fic for rawambition who requested something that has absolutely nothing to do with this story at all. I’m really sorry, I’ll finish your other fic for Christmas Jamie. T__T
Nino was hungry.
He wasn’t sure what for, but he was hungry. If he thought back far enough, it had three days since he’d last eaten. Two and a half days to be more precise. He did have that large soft pretzel while waiting in line for the latest release of Quest Dragon XIV.
With a yawn, unwashed hair, a stubbly chin and clothes of questionable cleanliness, Nino locked up his apartment and headed to the inconveniently located convenience store on the corner all the way across the street.
Two minutes of shuffling later, Nino stepped into the store as the doors whooshed open automatically. Absently he noticed a new clerk behind the counter, a 20-something man who blinked at Nino once like a sloth in slow motion.
“Um…can I help you find something?” The clerk asked, sleepily.
“Not really. I don’t know what I want yet.” Nino shrugged, his gaze searching along the product laden shelves half heartedly. His voice was a little raspy from disuse, making his throat dry and sore when he spoke. Tea, Nino realized massaging his neck, For starters, I want tea.
Just as he raised his head to look for his beverage of choice, his eyes caught on the clerk, who had pulled a bottle of tea out of a cooler Nino hadn’t noticed next to the counter. In fact Nino could have sworn that cooler had been a rack of sunglasses just a moment ago.
“Here.” The clerk said, behind a yawn.
“Um…thanks.” Staring at the bottle of tea, Nino’s brow furrowed. Was that a cooler? It wasn’t, was it? And I didn‘t just speak aloud, did I? Maybe I did, I could still be in gaming mode. After I eat, it‘s definitely bedtime. Right after I level up again.
With his beverage pre-selected, Nino turned back to the rows of over priced snack food, deciding to go for the best bargain as he usually did; instant ramen. With three cups of assorted ramen, Nino stepped to the counter.
The clerk didn’t ask him if he wanted any thing else. He didn’t tell Nino the total or ring up the items for that matter, just held out his hand expectantly for Nino’s cash.
“How am I supposed to know how much to give you if you don’t tell me what it all costs? I know you‘re new since I‘ve never seen you in here before, but that‘s common sense for a cashier.” Quipped Nino, pulling his wallet out of his pocket.
“Oh right. Sorry...er… um………………………………......................................................………..…630 yen. ……………………Please.”
Rolling his eyes, Nino removed large bill from his wallet, and placed it in the still open hand. Not because he needed or wanted change, but because he felt like being a little bit of a pain to the newbie.
Several minutes later Nino was still waiting for his change, on the fringe between being bemused and annoyed. The clerk’s mouth was hanging open as he tongued the back of his teeth, apparently a habit of concentration.
“Haaaaa….hmm….1200 is your change…wait….. no….hang on….haaaa…hmmm….” Frowning, the clerk pressed a couple buttons on the register, only to have the machine beep loudly in protest. “Here, just take what you need…” The man gave Nino a hand full of bills and began pressing buttons on the register randomly, trying to get the machine to quit beeping.
“You’re really not good at this line of work.” Stated Nino gruffly, counting out his change, plus a little bit extra as a self-service charge before giving most of the remaining money back to the clerk.
“I’m not.” Admitted the cashier indifferently with a half shrug. “Oh well. Have a good day.”
Wondering how a person like the cashier could even get hired in the first place, Nino took his bag of ramen and tea from the counter, and left the strange cashier to return to Quest Dragon XIV.
“All done at last! It’s perfect! Thanks for your help, Nari-toto!” Nino’s sister clapped her hands happily, surveying her living room with glee.
“Yeah yeah, where’s the pizza you promised me?” Nino plopped tiredly into his sister’s new couch. “Your malnourished little brother might die on your hideously expensive and outrageously heavy furniture.”
“You’re not going to die from hunger, but if you so much a drool on my new sofa I will personally kill you, then reincarnate you just to kill you again. How weak are you to be so tired just from moving a few chairs around?”
“A few chairs?” Gasped Nino with as much indignant energy as he could muster. “I hauled a couch, a love seat and a coffee table up three floors! Three floors! Three!”
“Poor baby.” Cooed his sister, walking into her bedroom. “It’s not like I didn’t help you move them. Anyway, I’m all sweaty from the redecorating process. Answer the door for the pizza delivery when it arrives.”
Like a good little brother, Nino waited until he heard the water running before he pressed his face into the brand new couch cushion, trying to get as much sweat and dirt off his face and onto the couch as possible.
Satisfied that he’d sufficiently soiled the new couch in a minor but satisfying way, Nino rolled onto his back, tucking an arm under his head. He caught sight of his sister’s home phone and entertained a thought to call some long distance friends to run up her bill.
Then Nino remembered he didn’t have any friends.
At least none he knew in real life that were worth calling. Nino wasn‘t the type to hook up with his online gaming buddies, it would be too awkward. He could imagine how the conversation would go.
“You are BeastySlimeLevel99?! How…disappointing. Didn‘t you say you were as tall as Michael Jordan? And what‘s with the hunchback?”
It wasn’t Nino’s fault that the growth supplements his mom forced him to take as a child stunted his height and given him bad posture, or that he had somehow turned into a consummate liar.
At any rate, friends are overrated social nuisances in Nino’s book, so he didn’t bother to be distressed by his lack there of.
After a few moments of contemplating whether or not to make random prank calls on his sister’s phone, Nino’s stomach gurgled loudly and his mind returned to thoughts of food as minds tend to do when the body is hungry.
I bet she ordered that nasty vegetarian spinach pizza again. I don’t want to eat that fu-fu crap, I want meat. Delicious processed, artificially flavored meat. Pizza’s were meant to have meat on them. Ham, sausage, bacon and the all important hamburger. “I want my pizzaaa.” He whined to the empty room, knowing there was no one listening other then his sister’s new furniture. “Hamburger pizzaaaa.”
As if summoned by Nino’s voice, the door bell suddenly rang. And kept ringing as Nino was startled off the couch, and made his way to the door.
“I’m coming already! Stop ringing the door!” Shouted Nino over the chimes that persisted while he unchained the bolt lock.
“Oh.”
Nino was a little surprised to see the sleepy sloth-like cashier from the other day at his sister’s door, holding two pizza boxes with one hand, the other hovering over the door bell.
“Hi. Pizza.” Said the sleepy man, holding out the boxes for Nino to take.
“What’s the total? Haven’t you learned by now how monetary transactions work? And what happened to your combini job?”
“I was fired that evening you showed up. You were my last customer there.” Blushing slightly, the cashier-turned-pizza delivery man took the box back and read the receipt taped to the lid. “2070 for the Bego…Ve...Vegie-Train Deluxe, please.”
“Vegie-train? You mean Vegetarian?”
“Is that what I said? 2070 for that one.”
“But that’s only one of the pizzas. How much is the other?” Irked, Nino reached for his sister’s purse from a coat hook on the inside of the door.
“You only ordered one pizza.” Corrected the man, smiling slightly, indicating the receipt with a slim finger.
“…..But you just handed me two boxes, so there‘s a mistake. Is one for another customer or something?”
“No. You wanted the hamburger pizza, so that’s there too.”
“It’s what was ordered that matters! What I want doesn’t have a thing to do with this. What’s with you, making assumptions on what your customers want and taking the liberty to-”
“But you want to eat it. You want hamburger pizza.” Insisted the man.
“Listen! You‘ve-”
“Eat it and be happy. 2070 yen for the other one that you don’t want please.”
Dumbfounded, Nino held out the exact amount, having learned his lesson last time about this particular person and counting change. “You’re giving me a pizza that you think I want, which I don’t know how you could have known I wanted it since I didn‘t order it…for free?”
“Yep. Have a good day” With that the man turned around and left.
Tipping his head to the side, more then a little confused, Nino walked back into his sister’s apartment with the pizzas.
Setting the boxes on the table, Nino found his beloved hamburger pizza inside and took a small scrumptious bite just as his sister returned from her shower.
“Ah so refreshing! Eh? Two pizzas? But I only called in for one…did you order an extra?”
“Nope.”
“Was the pizzeria having some kind of ‘buy one get one free’ special?”
“I don’t think so…”
“Then what’s with the extra?”
“Quit complaining about a free pizza.”
Nearly a week later Nino found himself in an overly crowed karaoke bar, with the ‘friends’ he had in real life who only ever called him out when they needed an additional body to fill the party quota.
But Nino didn’t mind being the guy who rounded out the male selection during group blind dates like this one so long as he was provided with free beer and food. But mostly free beer. Lots of free beer.
It was after his third can that Nino realized he was in a spot of trouble. Not because he was drunk to a dangerous point or being pressured to play any embarrassing party games. The reality was much worse.
One of the blind date girls had set her sights on him.
“Hey.” She said, batting her overly mascara-ed eyelashes in what was most likely an attempt to be seductive. Instead it looked like she had uncontrollable eye spasms. The thick dark purple eye shadow that made her look like a panda who barely survived a fist fight didn’t help much either.
“O-oh.” He replied, trying not to look at her directly, for fear he’d laugh.
“This party is kinda lame.” She whispered, leaning in, brushing her chest against Nino’s arm.
Nino tipped his head to the side indifferently, and sipped from his can of beer thoughtfully. What was pressed so forcefully against his arm didn’t really feel right. It felt…crunchy. Then it hit him. Her bra was stuffed. Overly stuffed. Casually, by just moving his eyes, Nino glanced over and noticed a tiny seam of tissue paper protruding from her hot pink tube-top.
Blaming it on the alcohol for his inability to retain self control, Nino began laughing. Unknowing that she was the cause, the girl laughed to.
The horrific sound was enough to quiet Nino instantly. She sounded like a drunk hyena on helium having a seizure. He looked around at his so called friends for assistance, but they were all either singing their hearts out, making out with whomever they got lucky with, or incomprehensibly drunk.
“So…” She was saying, placing a hand on his thigh and slowly drawing it up his leg. “Tell me about yourself.”
“I’m an otaku. A big one. The nerdiest and geekiest Akihabara regular that you’ll ever find.” Nino said quickly, with his usual turn off line, snorting a little though his nose as he talked, to add to the affect.
To his horror, she grinned wider and continued her approach up his leg. “An otaku, huh? Does that mean you’re into…hentai too?”
“Actually, I prefer-”
“What if I told you that I like to lick the white coating off of milk flavored pocky sticks before I eat them? I suck off every. Last. Millimeter.”
And that was when her fake-nailed fingers slowly traced over the ridges of the jeans Nino’s thoroughly unexcited groin region in a most revolting way.
“Don’t.” He pushed her hand off as quickly as his slightly beer stunted motor skills would allow, wanting desperately to be anywhere else before he became impotent for the rest of his life.
Ooooooook. I want to go home now. Should I just leave? No wait, she might stalk me all the way to the apartment. What if I-
“Stop it. Now.” As Nino struggled with his escape options and the girl’s hand which continued to touch him in places Nino would rather not be touched, one of the karaoke bar servers entered the room, with a platter of snacks and more beer.
“Oh look, more drinks.” Nino said quickly to the girl, and at last her attention switched from Nino to the tall glasses of amber liquid the server was setting on the low table in front of them. With her attention averted, Nino edged off the couch to make his escape. After a couple silent steps to the door, Nino‘s eyes caught on the busy server, and he stopped in his tracks.
It was the sloth-like combini clerk/pizza delivery guy. Again.
The man of many jobs felt the gaze and looked up, grinning sheepishly at Nino as he finished emptying the tray.
With a required bow that went unacknowledged to the rest of the room, the man joined Nino at the door. “Hi.”
“You go though more jobs…” Laughed Nino, stepping though the doorway behind the server and closing it behind him, his departure unnoticed by anyone, even the stuffed-bra girl.
“I know. Managers need to be more understanding about naptime.” Sighed the server, sadly shaking his head as they walked down the hall. “You’re on your way home right? There should be a taxi out front.”
“Yeah…” Blaming it on the beer again, Nino suddenly felt that going home to his small apartment to sit in the dark all alone to talk to his gaming self or to his internet friends was a little bit lonely. Though he knew it was foolish, he didn’t want to go home to be alone just yet.
“How about me?” Asked the server, randomly.
“How about you what?”
“I’m done with my shift in about five minutes, and after work I always go to this little vendor just down the street. They have cheap beer.”
“You’re telling me this because….?”
“You don’t want to go home yet, right? And I was going to go there for a drink anyway.”
“I don’t-”
“I buy. You come. We drink.” He said firmly, though the corners of his mouth were still perked in a smile.
“It’s hard to turn down an offer like that from a random stranger.” Grinned Nino.
“We’ve met three times already right? I’m not a random stranger, but a reoccurring coincidence.”
“I guess God likes playing tricks on me, always putting me into your generally incapable service.”
“Oi, I’m not that incapable….most of the time. And He’s not like that really. He‘s too busy with his animals and experiments…” Said the server, mysteriously, as he walked over to a door labeled ‘Employees Only.’
“You say that like you know him.”
“I do.” Shrugged the man, disappearing behind the door.
Bemused at the server’s oddness, Nino’s smile remained as he walked to the lobby. He stopped at the glass door, with his hand on the handle. The taxi was out there, waiting to service someone, to take Nino home.
Back home to his treadmill life, his non-friends, his bitchy sister and his games. It was a life he didn’t particularly want, but there wasn’t anything he was too compelled to change. It was comfortable enough to wait and just let things happen, to be called out for something like this group date thing again.
But why do I keep going to these stupid things, when the beer isn’t even enough anymore? Nino sighed, his breath fogging the glass of the exit door.
After drawing a crude angry face in the fog, Nino shoved his hands in his pockets, and sat in a chair near the door, vowing to wait for exactly five minutes, no more and no less.
Seven months later, Nino was sitting on the bed in his apartment, watching a baseball game while the server doodled on a block of sticky notes somewhere near his foot. The server’s name was Ohno Satoshi, Nino had learned that night they went out drinking after abandoning the karaoke place.
They tend to spend a lot of their time together drinking. Almost every Tuesday and Friday night since then in fact. It was like their ‘thing.’
Though he’d never, ever in a thousand years or a million parallel universes admit it, but Nino liked having this ‘thing’ with Ohno.
The game broke for commercial, and Nino stood up to stretch, kicking Ohno lightly on accident. They always sat close together to where these bumps happened frequently, even if one was on the floor while the other was on the bed as in times like these. It wasn’t necessarily because Nino’s apartment was tiny, a one room affair where his bed, low table and tv took up much of the space. Even if that’s what Nino’s ready excuse was, should Ohno ever ask.
“What are you drawing?” He asked, leaning over Ohno’s back and placing his hands on the other man’s shoulder.
“I call it…‘Fly-ball.’” With a sideways grin, Ohno capped his pen and held up the sticky note pad. He had turned it into a flip book, and a baseball with a fly’s wings, eyes and legs zoomed across several dozen post-it notes before it hit a stationary bat, and fell to the ground, dead.
“Clever.” Laughed Nino, ruffling Ohno’s hair, folding into a squat beside the man on the floor. “I don’t understand why you keep trying out all of those jobs that you obviously aren’t suited for, when you have a talent like this.”
The sleepy eyed man shrugged, and stretched his legs out under the small table. “And I don’t understand why your place is full of Quest Dragon and Fantasy Final posters and figurines, yet you like baseball so much.”
“Baseball…I guess it’s because of my dad.” Pensively, Nino grabbed the nearest beer can from the table, unsure of whether or not it was his, and drank from it deeply. He didn’t want to talk about his dad, he didn’t even want to think about the bastard. He swirled the remaining drops of liquid in the can, watching a bead of booze circle the rim. “Great, now you’ve ruined the mood. And I worked so har-”
In a smooth, unexpected motion, Ohno placed both of his index fingers on the sides of Nino’s forehead, his long nails scratching the skin slightly.
“Beer really augments your bizarre side, doesn’t it.” Nino blinked, Ohno’s fingers still on his forehead.
“I’m not being weird this time, I’m just giving you what you want.” Grinned Ohno, strumming the rest of his fingers on Nino’s forehead.
“I want you to put your hands on my forehead?” Nino repeated, making sure it sounded as absurd when said aloud.
“No, that’s not…I mean you…how to say this…do you remember what we were talking about just a second ago?”
Nino thought back, but the beer seemed to haze his recent memory. “Your doodle flip-book thing, right?”
“See, you’re not thinking about it, just like you wanted to.” Ohno grinned, retracting his hands from Nino’s head, and reaching for his own can of beer.
Because it made for a handy excuse, Nino would have just blamed the beer for his strangely faulty memory too, but something had been bothering him lately.
Though they almost always ended up getting drunk together when they hung out or had their ‘thing,’ Nino always felt that things simply went right when he was around Ohno.
Like Ohno was giving him everything he wanted, somehow.
Unconsciously, Nino rubbed his forehead where Ohno’s fingers had been, and returned his attention to both his drink and his game.
Nino couldn’t sleep.
It was really becoming a problem lately, if he were to be honest. Which he wasn’t. But it was getting harder and harder to lie to himself when he’d exhausted all of his insomnia solving techniques like playing his SD in the dark without blinking, and turning his tv onto boring re-runs of Zero News.
He rolled over and fell into the gap between his bed and the wall. It was comfortable for Nino though, who had a cat-like affinity for small, enclosed and mostly claustrophobic places. Though incredibly cozy, sleeplessness continued to reign and Nino was left with only his thoughts to lull him to sleep.
What’s with this sleep thing lately? I haven’t changed my diet or my schedule. When was the last time I slept right after going to bed anyway? Was it Thursday?….No, it was Friday wasn’t it? Friday night, when Oh-chan slept over after getting too wasted to walk home.
He didn’t mind sharing my bed.
He never minds anything.
Even when I mind, he doesn‘t.
But I slept well.
Maybe….I should call him. I want to call him, but it’s late he’s pro-
Startled by the sudden chime of his phone in the absolute silence and pitch darkness of his apartment, Nino’s hand reached for the shelf above his bed where he kept the device.
His eyes widened briefly as they read the caller id, just before he flipped open his phone single handedly.
“Don’t you know what time it is? Why did you call me?”
“Didn’t you want to talk?” It was certainly Nino’s imagination that he could hear the smile in Ohno’s voice.
“Not really. It may sound like an alien idea to you but I was trying to sleep like the rest of the normal world.”
“I was actually trying to sleep too, but I couldn’t.”
“You have insomnia? That’s no way to live Oh-chan.”
“Probably not, but what can a person do about it.”
“You’re surrendering to quickly. You can‘t win against your insomnia if you won‘t even battle against it.”
“But I don’t have the energy to fight it.”
“You sound like an old man, you know.”
“Probably.”
The conversation died as quick as it had began. Nino found himself listening to Ohno’s slow, nearly inaudible breathing. It matched the man’s lifestyle, unhurried and relaxed, as if breathing were a hobby more then a physical requirement.
“So…” Nino said, breaking the silence after realizing they hadn’t spoken in nearly ten minutes. “Who do you think would win in a battle to the death: ZilllaGod, or Monkey-form Kugo from the Ball Dragon series?”
It wasn’t until several weeks later, when Nino was in the shower that he realized something rather disturbing. It was an unexpected, and undesired epiphany that made Nino wonder if maybe he’d temporarily lost his sanity to be feeling what he thought he was feeling and most certainly shouldn’t be feeling, even though he was obviously feeling it.
So he ignored the realization.
Even though his body didn’t.
And his body wasn’t nearly as easy to ignore has his heart.
It was probably the first time Nino felt guilty about jerking off since puberty. Contrary to popular belief, and the taunting of his classmates in high school and university, Nino did hit puberty. It just didn’t show all that much. It was another side effect of those growth pills his mother made him take at a young age, Nino told himself.
Nino stepped out of his tiny shower feeling dirtier then he did clean. After drying himself off, Nino walked the two steps into his bed/living/dining room where he kept his clothes.
Just as he pulled on his underwear, there was a knock on his door.
“Who is it?” He shouted, pulling his pants on quickly in case it was his sister stopping by for a drink and an insult.
“Me. Open up, it’s cold out here.” Whined a familiar voice that made Nino’s heart pound rather loudly due to his recent revelation in the shower.
“What are you doing here on a Sunday? I have plans today.” Nino lied, quickly pulling on his shirt and leaving the door closed purposefully.
Ohno was silent for a moment, and Nino hoped the man had just wandered off. The hope was short lived, as Ohno spoke up in a strangely urgent voice. “I have something to say, do you mind if your neighbors hear it?”
“Fine fine, make it quick. I‘m really busy, honest.” Exasperated, and nervous despite himself, Nino walked the few steps to his door, standing aside to let the older man in.
Ohno closed the door behind himself standing around awkwardly once inside, as if there was something he wanted to say but couldn’t.
“And? What was so pressing that you couldn’t wait or just call me?” Nino demanded, trying diligently to calm his thumping heart.
Nino had just enough time to notice a pink tinge to the other’s nose before it went out of focus when Ohno leaned forward and kissed him.
Time stopped for Nino. It stopped in an accelerated way, that made it feel like he was freezing and thawing at the same time.
Then he came to his senses, and pushed Ohno off. He leaned against the wall with one hand, wiping his lips with the back of the other. “What the hell is with that greeting? Just tell me what was so important.”
“I felt it. You want me.”
Though his heart had been steadily beating faster since Ohno first knocked, it faltered, skipping several beats. Nino swallowed and forced himself to laugh. “I want you? I want you? You’re the one you charged in here and kissed me. What the hell.”
“You want me, I know you do because I can feel that you do.” Ohno said, as if explaining a historical fact.
“Listen, I don’t know what you’re trying to confess here but I’m-”
“I’m not confessing, you are! You can lie to yourself Kazu, but not to me. Not about this.” If Nino wasn’t mistaken, Ohno was truly angry for the first time in the year that they’d known each other.
“As I was saying, I’m busy, so-”
“You know you want me, so why are you being like this?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, and right now the only thing I want is for you to leave.” Nino had had enough. He didn’t know how Ohno could have known what he himself only realized about twenty minutes ago in the shower. And even if he did sort of want Ohno in a non-friendly way right now, he didn’t think that feeling would last much more then a day or so. To act upon such a flightily emotion would certainly ruin their friendship.
“That’s a lie! You-”
“Stop thinking you know what I want! Leave already! I have things to do!”
His eyebrows furrowed in anger, Ohno turned and opened the door again. “I really do know what you want, even if you don’t, because I’m a….”
“Oh? You’re a what?”
Ohno shook his head, dismissing the lingering sentence, and left mumbling. “You want me, you liar.”
Frustrated with himself and Ohno’s unexpected outburst, Nino kicked his wall. He regretted it instantly, and clutched his bruised foot as he fell back on his bed.
As if nothing had happened out of the ordinary to upset either of them, Ohno showed up again the following Tuesday as scheduled, with a case of beer and a bag of Chinese take-takeout.
They drank, ate and talked like normal too, even though Nino could feel awkward atmosphere lurking just underfoot.
He snuck a glance at Ohno, before snapping his attention back to the tv and sipping his beer.
Ohno glanced at him, but turned back to the tv too, in an instant.
Nino looked again, out of the corner of his eye, and then away.
Ohno glanced back, his lips attached to the rim of his beer can.
“Stop staring at me.” Demanded Nino, unconsciously agog at where Ohno’s mouth met the can.
“Okay.” Ohno didn’t move, other then tipping his head back slightly to facilitate drinking.
“I hate you, really.”
“You still want me.” Corrected Ohno, with an apologetic nod.
“Lets just drop it, ok? It’s making this awkward.” Nino sighed, crushing his own empty can and throwing in the trash bin across the room. He stood up, and walked into the bathroom.
His hands clenched the small sink in the crowed bathroom, as water ran from the faucet. I don’t understand, how does he know? I didn’t say a word, yet he knows. He insists that he knows what he can’t possibly. Why? Why do I feel like this towards him all of the sudden anyway?
Nino splashed his face with water a couple of times, before a new thought struck him like a bolt of lightening, and he snapped upright. Wait. He’s the one who kissed me, he’s the one who said I want him, so what if it’s his way of saying that he’s really the one who wants me?
Nino’s heart fluttered excitedly like a butterfly in a field of flowers, before Nino punched on the chest himself in hopes of popping the happy bubbles rising there.
That didn’t stop him from gurgling a bit of mouth wash before returning to the main room.
Ohno had turned the tv onto the fishing channel, though he appeared to have fallen asleep after lying down on the bed.
Nino swallowed a painful lump rising in his throat as he looked away from the bed, crossed the room and turned off the light.
Blindly, he made his way back to bed, and climbed gently into the gap between the wall and Ohno. He felt around for his pillow, and found half of it already underneath Ohno’s head.
He could feel his own pulse throbbing in his neck as he inched closer to Ohno, and laid his head on the pillow too. Slowly he extended an arm, and wrapped it loosely around Ohno, as he listened to his blood pound in his ears.
Ohno shifted beneath him, and Nino froze, afraid of being ridiculed, told off or worse. But Ohno was silent, still asleep as far as Nino thought as he rolled over under Nino’s arm, until they were face to face.
Nino held his breath, half expecting it when Ohno opened his eyes a few minutes later. Ohno wrapped his own arm around Nino, and they held each other quietly for an indefinite period of time.
“I’m drunk.” Nino whispered at long last, even though he was as sober as he’d ever been in his life.
“Then I am too.” Responded the other man, in a whisper just as soft, and just as much of a lie.
“Drunk people do stupid things that they regret the next morning, don’t they.” Nino whispered, moving closer.
“Yeah…”
Nino kissed Ohno, or more accurately, the corner of Ohno’s mouth. He couldn’t see that well in the dark, but with little separation, he found his target successfully.
Gently Ohno kissed back in a gesture so slight it would have been lost on Nino, if he hadn’t suddenly grown hypersensitive to Ohno’s touch. Their arms were still wrapped around each other and Nino’s skin prickled marvelously when Ohno’s hand cupped his elbow.
Slowly, with a large measure of nervousness Nino licked at Ohno’s lips, his tongue darting out for little flickering samples of skin until Ohno caught it between his teeth with a triumphant grunt. Trapped, Nino tried to pull free until Ohno brushed his tongue against the one held prisoner.
There was a breath’s worth of hesitation, before Ohno’s bite slackened, sliding his tongue once against Nino’s instead. Then again, and again.
Nino exhaled though his nose, and instinctively rolled over slightly above Ohno to angle their kiss as it became less about lips and more about dueling tongues.
“You taste like cheap peppermint flavored beer.” Ohno stated, breathlessly when they both had to part or risk suffocation.
“And you taste like beer flavored cheap beer with a hint of sweet and sour sauce.”
They said nothing else, and Nino swallowed excess kissing educed salvia so he wouldn’t drool all over Ohno as he was still leaning over the older man. He was about to move away when Ohno’s hand, still on his elbow began stroking the rough skin there serenely as if they hadn’t just spent the last ten minutes playing tonsil hockey.
Ohno’s touch broadened it’s scope, from Nino’s elbow, to Nino’s entire arm, to Nino’s back. Nino only felt it fair that he did some touching of his own, and trailed his finger tips slowly over Ohno’s neck, shoulder and tee-shirt.
Their hands found the hems of each other’s shirts at almost the same time, and lingered there, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Inch by inch they dared a reciprocating touch to push the other’s shirt higher and higher off the body until the garments were removed all together. Two sets of calloused hands trekked across the sensitively smooth, newly revealed flesh with a gentle, yet obviously hungry touch, followed by soft, greedy kisses along the same paths.
Burring his face in Ohno’s neck, Nino bit down impulsively, and began sucking the small area. He loved the sensation of Ohno’s pulse pounding wildly beneath his lips as the older man’s hands held him from behind. Suddenly, Ohno’s grip strengthen, and half way before it happened, Nino realized they were about to roll over the wrong way, off the bed onto the floor.
“Wai-” He had a split second in which he both feared falling, and wanted a larger bed desperately before they fell. Nino flinched, as Ohno rolled over him completely, waiting for the impact of the floor that never came.
His head met the mattress, and Nino’s eyes opened in surprise. Before he could wonder aloud, before he could stretch his hands out and find the actual edge of the mattress, Ohno made him forget his own name when the other man pressed his waist against Nino’s.
Though Ohno began using short somewhat contained motions, any attempt at control from either of them was abandoned in short order. Nino could feel Ohno’s member against his through both of their thin pants, and the friction alone was enough to drive Nino wild. They ground harder and harder against each other, their breathing loud and labored. If all of their attention hadn’t been devoted to making the grinding feel better and better, they might have thought to continue kissing.
Nino felt he could come at every pass, but he didn’t. Somehow he restrained himself, which made their continued rubbing contact set every nerve of his body on fire instead, and though his member ached painfully from the rough abuse, in a luscious way it felt so, so, so good.
So good that Nino wanted more.
Ohno hummed a trill like sound, as if accepting the order. Moving up, and off Nino, Ohno broke the contact and froze completely as if needing time to recover. Nino’s body jerked involuntarily at the loss, and he had to bite his lip to prevent himself from moaning. His cock throbbed with an excruciating force now that the distracting stimulant of Ohno’s member had vanished.
Before Nino could even think about the repercussions of what he was doing, his hands flew to his pants and he shimmied out, then kicked away the restricting clothes. He let out a strangled sigh as his aching member sprang free.
At nearly the exact same time, Nino heard the short zip of a fly, and the rustle of fabric before something was thrown to the far corner of his apartment. His throat seized up suddenly as it dawned on him that they were both naked now.
Carefully, but with an obvious need, Ohno climbed back over Nino, and they kissed again after what felt like ages. At some point in the middle of the kiss they changed positions slightly, so that Nino’s head and shoulders were against his headboard and their legs were a tangled mess. Each time one of them moved and their cocks brushed up against a thigh, or each other, a gasp or moan would punctuate the kiss.
At the end of another long string of kisses, Ohno pulled away again, and Nino heard the uncapping of a tube as loudly as a gunshot. Though he had thought his heart was already going fast enough, it suddenly went into over time, and Nino knew exactly where all that blood was going as his cock twitched desperately again.
The first slick finger entered, and Nino shuddered nervously, keeping himself occupied by stroking his needy member and kissing Ohno alternately. He knew it was going to hurt when the real thing came, but he didn’t mind that much. He was already in enough pain just from their actions earlier and by continuing to restrain himself. It hurt but felt sensational, and it was going to hurt and feel even better, Nino expected.
The second finger came, then a third. Then Ohno.
Nino couldn’t breathe.
It was hot, as if someone had just shoved a curling iron up his ass. And it hurt, because Ohno’s petite little fingers weren’t nearly a proper pre-game performance for the size of the real thing.
And then Ohno did something with his hips that nearly made Nino’s eyes roll back from the impact. Impulsively he spread his legs further apart, coincidently moving towards Ohno just as he did his fancy technique again, sending the older man even deeper inside Nino.
Their combined movement touched the edge of a spot that made Nino moan desperately. Ohno pulled back, almost all the way out and dove in again, striking the spot nearly dead on. Fireworks exploded not only behind Nino’s eyes, but in every single fiber of his being. His hands clenched in Ohno’s hair in a death grip, and though he was dripping with pre-cum, some how, he managed to restrain the end.
Above him, Ohno was panting with exertion, diving into Nino again, again and again. He paused, shuddering with effort to contain himself while still deep inside the younger man. Ohno bent forward, and kissed Nino passionately. Dazed, Nino licked at the lips that met his, and tasted the salty sweat that had gathered there.
Recovered, Ohno continued, and Nino nearly felt that in licking Ohno’s sweat, he had taken an aphrodisiac. Spreading from where their bodies were joined and in motion, Nino felt feverish, hot and in dire need of both more indefinitely and the final blow.
It came soon enough, Ohno circled Nino’s special spot ceaselessly until at last, Ohno struck one time too many, and Nino was powerless to prevent himself from coming hard, seeing and feeling nothing but a dazzling display of bright lights and sensory overload.
Ohno came a few seconds later, as Nino tightened around him. Nino felt the hot fluid fill his body, and half gasped at the peculiar sensation added on top of all of his other active physical sensations.
The older man pulled out slowly, and felt around for something to clean himself off with. He came up with nothing, so Ohno sat on the bed where he was between Nino’s legs, waiting shyly for instructions.
Still dazed, and without having moved since they finished Nino managed to say in a faint voice. “Towels in bathroom.”
Weight shifted on the mattress, and Ohno walked blindly to the bathroom, flipping on the light before stepping inside. With his head turned, Nino watched him go, reveling briefly in the sight of Ohno naked, and illuminated against the bathroom light.
Seconds later Ohno returned to the bedside, having left the bathroom light on so he could see where he need to clean. Nino should have felt shy, and embarrassed to be seen naked and covered in his own cum in the faint light, but he was still too dazed to care.
“Take this how you will but……I think that’s what making love to a god might feel like.” Nino said hollowly, not having moved since Ohno pulled out. The older man leaned forward, and began wiping off the mess on Nino’s chest.
“I am a god.” Said Ohno simply, carrying the dirty towels to the bathroom again.
“Don’t be so full of yourself. Just because no one ever has a first time as good as that doesn’t mean…….. Besides, we’re drunk right now, remember?” Nino finally rolled over, and pulled the blankets out from where they’d fallen between the bed and the wall. “We’ll wake up tomorrow, and wonder why we’re waking up next to each other naked.”
“I guess….” Ohno said, settling into his usual spot. “But won’t that mean, if we keep getting drunk that every time will be like the first time?”
“Shut up and sleep already.” Whined Nino, with a yawn, “If you‘re that good when you‘re drunk, you must be phenomenal when you‘re sober.”
“I don‘t know about that.” Ohno was silent for a moment, before asking hopefully. “Since we’re supposed to be drunk right now anyway, can we cuddle?”
“No.”
“Oh…ok.”
A few more minutes of silence pass before Nino rolled over, snuggled close to Ohno, and after wrapping an arm around the other’s stomach, fell asleep.
Several months passed, and Nino’s ‘thing’ with Ohno had increased to Tuesdays through Sundays, and beer was becoming less and less of a factor.
Though he was more content then ever with his relationship with Ohno, something had been bothering Nino for a very long time.
Whenever Ohno was around, Nino would get whatever he wanted, whether it was to be kissed on his clavicle, or to buy the out of print Quest Dragon II collectors poster.
With every unvoiced wish seemingly granted by Ohno, Nino grew more and more suspicious.
Why? Why does it go so well when I’m around him? He’s bizarre enough but…I want to know…why? How does he always know what I think? What I want? Can a person really be that intuitive?
“You won‘t like the answer. And your show is back on.”
“What?” Startled, Nino’s eyes widened.
“Your show-”
“To hell with the show, it’s being recorded anyway. I want to know how you keep doing that mind reading thing. You always know what I want before I do almost. It creeps me out.”
Ohno visibly cringed, and inched away from Nino, mumbling. “Please stop wanting to know. How about you want something else…..like to grope me? That’s always a fun want. Or you could want…”
“I want you to tell me why you’re acting strangely, and why you always end up telling me things like ‘It’s what you want,’ or ‘You wanted it, right?’ after I get just that, even if I never told you. Like…like the hamburger pizza back when you were still a delivery boy. And the magically expanding bed during our first time, and the-”
“Fine. I’m a god.”
“You don‘t have to feed me such a ridiculous lie. It‘s ok to tell me the truth, I won‘t get mad.” Nino laughed, but Ohno frowned.
“You want to know, so I have to tell you or it’ll make me feel sick.”
“So what are you the god of? Or are you THE god?” Laughed Nino, mockingly.
“Keep laughing.” Ohno laughed too, except it was sarcastically. “Last time when we were in the middle of having sex, you really wanted me to blow you off since we haven‘t done anything like that yet, but before I could, you came.”
Nino’s laughter died in his throat, and stayed there, strangling his speech. “I-I would nev-”
“I wouldn’t have minded, so you could have just asked.”
His face crimson, Nino couldn’t meet Ohno’s eyes as he wondered aloud in the midst of his confusion, “Could you say ‘Hey, it’s going good right now, but how about you suck me off instead?’ That’s besides the point anyway, since I still don’t get HOW you could know I want these things.”
“I already told you, I’m a god. The God of Satiable Wants.”
“All this time…you’ve been granting my wishes by reading my mind?” Stated Nino, trying to come up with some other alternative explanation but failing.
“I can’t read your mind. I can sense your ‘wants’ though. Not the superficial ones that you lie about, but the deep, deep down ones that your heart really wants. Can I stop talking now?”
“No. For example, if I say wanted to go…play baseball on the moon or something…”
“I couldn’t grant that want because you don’t really want it. Even if you did, I couldn‘t grant it because it‘s not a Satiable Want within the realm of physical possibility right now.” Ohno stood up and stretched before falling over onto Nino’s bed, purposefully.
“So you’re limited to what I can physically do or gain on my own? You don’t have any fancy powers?”
“Not really…let me see.” Ohno pulled a small handbook out of his pocket, and flipped to a few earmarked pages. “’Those endowed…blahblah….Ah here we go, the rules and powers page. One, the power to grant any satiable want of any mortal that you so choose to fulfill. Two, you cannot use your powers to sate your own wants while on earth. Three, unlimited sex drive, Four-”
“Pause. Before I start on the unlimited sex drive thing…. do you grant everyone else’s wants too? Or just mine.”
“Just yours. Basically, for the mortals I’m around and interacting with, I see everyone’s wants all of the time, so the desires are muted and I can't really tell who wants what. It’s like…like an impressionist painting of the ocean, where everyone’s wants blur into each other so you can‘t tell if all the blue blobs make a sea or a sky or even a boat and fish. I can’t really tell them apart. For you though, ever since we met in the convenience store, your wants I can sense with perfect clarity, like a photograph instead.”
“So you’re saying I’m special to you. That’s understandable.” Grinned Nino, satisfied with his uniqueness, even if he still half felt the whole ‘god’ thing was made up.
Ohno blushed and dropped his gaze back to his book. “Fulfilling your wants make me feel strange too. For others, I just feel like I‘ve done something good, from you, my whole body tingles.”
“I…make you tingle.” Nino repeated. “Please elaborate on why, and where.”
“All over, and…depending on the want, down there too.” Ohno face was fully scarlet. “As for why, ……….I can’t explain it that well. When I fulfill your wants I get this really great ‘Ahhhhh~’ feeling. No one else’s wants make me feel that way.”
Nino was silent for a moment, processing all of what Ohno had told him, and still skeptical. “So, in the whole web of the desires of others, where do you stand? What do you want?”
“Don‘t laugh ok?”
“I won‘t.”
“I………I want you to want me.” Ohno mumbled, putting his handbook back into his pocket.
Nino thought for a moment, and frowned. “But what if the only reason you want me to want you is because I want you to want me too?”
“This is really confusing. And I don’t really think I can explain it that well so let’s just stop talking about it.”
“But I want to talk about it.” Dominated Nino, sticking his tongue out.
“Unnnn fine. Let’s see. I want what I want. You want what you want. Sometimes I want to want what you want, but I don’t always do. Like, I don’t really want to play Quest Dragon right now, but you do. I’d rather go fishing. So I know that I want you because I want you, not because you want me to want you. You wanting me to want you just makes me feel constantly tingly because I‘m fulfilling that want of yours all the time.”
“Oh.” Said Nino, shyly, hiding his mouth behind his hand because he couldn’t hide his blush. “So…you want me. And I want you. Just like two normal, everyday non-godly people?”
“Yep.”
“Oh.” They simply stared at each other for a couple of moments, blinking every so often. At last Nino broke the stare down, and scratched the back of his head nervously. “I see. Should we…I don‘t know…consummate this or something?”
“I know you want to play Quest Dragon right now, so go play. We just did it last night anyway. Besides, I want to go fishing too so….when you want me again, I’ll know.”
“That’s…really handy.” Nino admitted even if he didn‘t really believe Ohno was a divine being in the end. Smiling, he forward to kiss Ohno’s cheek. “But there’s a difference between ‘want’ and ‘need.’ I say we ‘need’ to consummate, then we can fish and game to our hearts content. Or consummate some more, depending on my mood.”
In other news…real life sucks lately. I’ve been laid off of my favorite job. At the other, I think I might be fired soon for accidental absentmindedness. Today at work, I tried to put sugar and cream in someone’s Coke on accident. While Mr. Manager was watching.
Sorry in advance for the spam, but most likely, I will be posting again tomorrow, in an attmept to actually post ON someone’s (laaaaaaaaaura‘s) birthday instead of months after the fact. Which finally brings us to the purpose of today’s oneshot:
Oneshot: A Case of Divine Intervention from the God of Satiable Wants
Pair: Ohmiya
Rating: Nc-17 :D
Genre: Failed humor, fluff n’ smut
Summary: Nino was a friendless, loveless man who was absolutely satisfied with his normal life. Then he met a man who had a bizarre knack for reading Nino’s mind….and Nino’s wants
Note: This fic is VERY VERY VERY long winded. It’s over 8000 words, most of which is insubstantial. Also, it’s my late birthday fic for rawambition who requested something that has absolutely nothing to do with this story at all. I’m really sorry, I’ll finish your other fic for Christmas Jamie. T__T
Nino was hungry.
He wasn’t sure what for, but he was hungry. If he thought back far enough, it had three days since he’d last eaten. Two and a half days to be more precise. He did have that large soft pretzel while waiting in line for the latest release of Quest Dragon XIV.
With a yawn, unwashed hair, a stubbly chin and clothes of questionable cleanliness, Nino locked up his apartment and headed to the inconveniently located convenience store on the corner all the way across the street.
Two minutes of shuffling later, Nino stepped into the store as the doors whooshed open automatically. Absently he noticed a new clerk behind the counter, a 20-something man who blinked at Nino once like a sloth in slow motion.
“Um…can I help you find something?” The clerk asked, sleepily.
“Not really. I don’t know what I want yet.” Nino shrugged, his gaze searching along the product laden shelves half heartedly. His voice was a little raspy from disuse, making his throat dry and sore when he spoke. Tea, Nino realized massaging his neck, For starters, I want tea.
Just as he raised his head to look for his beverage of choice, his eyes caught on the clerk, who had pulled a bottle of tea out of a cooler Nino hadn’t noticed next to the counter. In fact Nino could have sworn that cooler had been a rack of sunglasses just a moment ago.
“Here.” The clerk said, behind a yawn.
“Um…thanks.” Staring at the bottle of tea, Nino’s brow furrowed. Was that a cooler? It wasn’t, was it? And I didn‘t just speak aloud, did I? Maybe I did, I could still be in gaming mode. After I eat, it‘s definitely bedtime. Right after I level up again.
With his beverage pre-selected, Nino turned back to the rows of over priced snack food, deciding to go for the best bargain as he usually did; instant ramen. With three cups of assorted ramen, Nino stepped to the counter.
The clerk didn’t ask him if he wanted any thing else. He didn’t tell Nino the total or ring up the items for that matter, just held out his hand expectantly for Nino’s cash.
“How am I supposed to know how much to give you if you don’t tell me what it all costs? I know you‘re new since I‘ve never seen you in here before, but that‘s common sense for a cashier.” Quipped Nino, pulling his wallet out of his pocket.
“Oh right. Sorry...er… um………………………………......................................................………..…630 yen. ……………………Please.”
Rolling his eyes, Nino removed large bill from his wallet, and placed it in the still open hand. Not because he needed or wanted change, but because he felt like being a little bit of a pain to the newbie.
Several minutes later Nino was still waiting for his change, on the fringe between being bemused and annoyed. The clerk’s mouth was hanging open as he tongued the back of his teeth, apparently a habit of concentration.
“Haaaaa….hmm….1200 is your change…wait….. no….hang on….haaaa…hmmm….” Frowning, the clerk pressed a couple buttons on the register, only to have the machine beep loudly in protest. “Here, just take what you need…” The man gave Nino a hand full of bills and began pressing buttons on the register randomly, trying to get the machine to quit beeping.
“You’re really not good at this line of work.” Stated Nino gruffly, counting out his change, plus a little bit extra as a self-service charge before giving most of the remaining money back to the clerk.
“I’m not.” Admitted the cashier indifferently with a half shrug. “Oh well. Have a good day.”
Wondering how a person like the cashier could even get hired in the first place, Nino took his bag of ramen and tea from the counter, and left the strange cashier to return to Quest Dragon XIV.
“All done at last! It’s perfect! Thanks for your help, Nari-toto!” Nino’s sister clapped her hands happily, surveying her living room with glee.
“Yeah yeah, where’s the pizza you promised me?” Nino plopped tiredly into his sister’s new couch. “Your malnourished little brother might die on your hideously expensive and outrageously heavy furniture.”
“You’re not going to die from hunger, but if you so much a drool on my new sofa I will personally kill you, then reincarnate you just to kill you again. How weak are you to be so tired just from moving a few chairs around?”
“A few chairs?” Gasped Nino with as much indignant energy as he could muster. “I hauled a couch, a love seat and a coffee table up three floors! Three floors! Three!”
“Poor baby.” Cooed his sister, walking into her bedroom. “It’s not like I didn’t help you move them. Anyway, I’m all sweaty from the redecorating process. Answer the door for the pizza delivery when it arrives.”
Like a good little brother, Nino waited until he heard the water running before he pressed his face into the brand new couch cushion, trying to get as much sweat and dirt off his face and onto the couch as possible.
Satisfied that he’d sufficiently soiled the new couch in a minor but satisfying way, Nino rolled onto his back, tucking an arm under his head. He caught sight of his sister’s home phone and entertained a thought to call some long distance friends to run up her bill.
Then Nino remembered he didn’t have any friends.
At least none he knew in real life that were worth calling. Nino wasn‘t the type to hook up with his online gaming buddies, it would be too awkward. He could imagine how the conversation would go.
“You are BeastySlimeLevel99?! How…disappointing. Didn‘t you say you were as tall as Michael Jordan? And what‘s with the hunchback?”
It wasn’t Nino’s fault that the growth supplements his mom forced him to take as a child stunted his height and given him bad posture, or that he had somehow turned into a consummate liar.
At any rate, friends are overrated social nuisances in Nino’s book, so he didn’t bother to be distressed by his lack there of.
After a few moments of contemplating whether or not to make random prank calls on his sister’s phone, Nino’s stomach gurgled loudly and his mind returned to thoughts of food as minds tend to do when the body is hungry.
I bet she ordered that nasty vegetarian spinach pizza again. I don’t want to eat that fu-fu crap, I want meat. Delicious processed, artificially flavored meat. Pizza’s were meant to have meat on them. Ham, sausage, bacon and the all important hamburger. “I want my pizzaaa.” He whined to the empty room, knowing there was no one listening other then his sister’s new furniture. “Hamburger pizzaaaa.”
As if summoned by Nino’s voice, the door bell suddenly rang. And kept ringing as Nino was startled off the couch, and made his way to the door.
“I’m coming already! Stop ringing the door!” Shouted Nino over the chimes that persisted while he unchained the bolt lock.
“Oh.”
Nino was a little surprised to see the sleepy sloth-like cashier from the other day at his sister’s door, holding two pizza boxes with one hand, the other hovering over the door bell.
“Hi. Pizza.” Said the sleepy man, holding out the boxes for Nino to take.
“What’s the total? Haven’t you learned by now how monetary transactions work? And what happened to your combini job?”
“I was fired that evening you showed up. You were my last customer there.” Blushing slightly, the cashier-turned-pizza delivery man took the box back and read the receipt taped to the lid. “2070 for the Bego…Ve...Vegie-Train Deluxe, please.”
“Vegie-train? You mean Vegetarian?”
“Is that what I said? 2070 for that one.”
“But that’s only one of the pizzas. How much is the other?” Irked, Nino reached for his sister’s purse from a coat hook on the inside of the door.
“You only ordered one pizza.” Corrected the man, smiling slightly, indicating the receipt with a slim finger.
“…..But you just handed me two boxes, so there‘s a mistake. Is one for another customer or something?”
“No. You wanted the hamburger pizza, so that’s there too.”
“It’s what was ordered that matters! What I want doesn’t have a thing to do with this. What’s with you, making assumptions on what your customers want and taking the liberty to-”
“But you want to eat it. You want hamburger pizza.” Insisted the man.
“Listen! You‘ve-”
“Eat it and be happy. 2070 yen for the other one that you don’t want please.”
Dumbfounded, Nino held out the exact amount, having learned his lesson last time about this particular person and counting change. “You’re giving me a pizza that you think I want, which I don’t know how you could have known I wanted it since I didn‘t order it…for free?”
“Yep. Have a good day” With that the man turned around and left.
Tipping his head to the side, more then a little confused, Nino walked back into his sister’s apartment with the pizzas.
Setting the boxes on the table, Nino found his beloved hamburger pizza inside and took a small scrumptious bite just as his sister returned from her shower.
“Ah so refreshing! Eh? Two pizzas? But I only called in for one…did you order an extra?”
“Nope.”
“Was the pizzeria having some kind of ‘buy one get one free’ special?”
“I don’t think so…”
“Then what’s with the extra?”
“Quit complaining about a free pizza.”
Nearly a week later Nino found himself in an overly crowed karaoke bar, with the ‘friends’ he had in real life who only ever called him out when they needed an additional body to fill the party quota.
But Nino didn’t mind being the guy who rounded out the male selection during group blind dates like this one so long as he was provided with free beer and food. But mostly free beer. Lots of free beer.
It was after his third can that Nino realized he was in a spot of trouble. Not because he was drunk to a dangerous point or being pressured to play any embarrassing party games. The reality was much worse.
One of the blind date girls had set her sights on him.
“Hey.” She said, batting her overly mascara-ed eyelashes in what was most likely an attempt to be seductive. Instead it looked like she had uncontrollable eye spasms. The thick dark purple eye shadow that made her look like a panda who barely survived a fist fight didn’t help much either.
“O-oh.” He replied, trying not to look at her directly, for fear he’d laugh.
“This party is kinda lame.” She whispered, leaning in, brushing her chest against Nino’s arm.
Nino tipped his head to the side indifferently, and sipped from his can of beer thoughtfully. What was pressed so forcefully against his arm didn’t really feel right. It felt…crunchy. Then it hit him. Her bra was stuffed. Overly stuffed. Casually, by just moving his eyes, Nino glanced over and noticed a tiny seam of tissue paper protruding from her hot pink tube-top.
Blaming it on the alcohol for his inability to retain self control, Nino began laughing. Unknowing that she was the cause, the girl laughed to.
The horrific sound was enough to quiet Nino instantly. She sounded like a drunk hyena on helium having a seizure. He looked around at his so called friends for assistance, but they were all either singing their hearts out, making out with whomever they got lucky with, or incomprehensibly drunk.
“So…” She was saying, placing a hand on his thigh and slowly drawing it up his leg. “Tell me about yourself.”
“I’m an otaku. A big one. The nerdiest and geekiest Akihabara regular that you’ll ever find.” Nino said quickly, with his usual turn off line, snorting a little though his nose as he talked, to add to the affect.
To his horror, she grinned wider and continued her approach up his leg. “An otaku, huh? Does that mean you’re into…hentai too?”
“Actually, I prefer-”
“What if I told you that I like to lick the white coating off of milk flavored pocky sticks before I eat them? I suck off every. Last. Millimeter.”
And that was when her fake-nailed fingers slowly traced over the ridges of the jeans Nino’s thoroughly unexcited groin region in a most revolting way.
“Don’t.” He pushed her hand off as quickly as his slightly beer stunted motor skills would allow, wanting desperately to be anywhere else before he became impotent for the rest of his life.
Ooooooook. I want to go home now. Should I just leave? No wait, she might stalk me all the way to the apartment. What if I-
“Stop it. Now.” As Nino struggled with his escape options and the girl’s hand which continued to touch him in places Nino would rather not be touched, one of the karaoke bar servers entered the room, with a platter of snacks and more beer.
“Oh look, more drinks.” Nino said quickly to the girl, and at last her attention switched from Nino to the tall glasses of amber liquid the server was setting on the low table in front of them. With her attention averted, Nino edged off the couch to make his escape. After a couple silent steps to the door, Nino‘s eyes caught on the busy server, and he stopped in his tracks.
It was the sloth-like combini clerk/pizza delivery guy. Again.
The man of many jobs felt the gaze and looked up, grinning sheepishly at Nino as he finished emptying the tray.
With a required bow that went unacknowledged to the rest of the room, the man joined Nino at the door. “Hi.”
“You go though more jobs…” Laughed Nino, stepping though the doorway behind the server and closing it behind him, his departure unnoticed by anyone, even the stuffed-bra girl.
“I know. Managers need to be more understanding about naptime.” Sighed the server, sadly shaking his head as they walked down the hall. “You’re on your way home right? There should be a taxi out front.”
“Yeah…” Blaming it on the beer again, Nino suddenly felt that going home to his small apartment to sit in the dark all alone to talk to his gaming self or to his internet friends was a little bit lonely. Though he knew it was foolish, he didn’t want to go home to be alone just yet.
“How about me?” Asked the server, randomly.
“How about you what?”
“I’m done with my shift in about five minutes, and after work I always go to this little vendor just down the street. They have cheap beer.”
“You’re telling me this because….?”
“You don’t want to go home yet, right? And I was going to go there for a drink anyway.”
“I don’t-”
“I buy. You come. We drink.” He said firmly, though the corners of his mouth were still perked in a smile.
“It’s hard to turn down an offer like that from a random stranger.” Grinned Nino.
“We’ve met three times already right? I’m not a random stranger, but a reoccurring coincidence.”
“I guess God likes playing tricks on me, always putting me into your generally incapable service.”
“Oi, I’m not that incapable….most of the time. And He’s not like that really. He‘s too busy with his animals and experiments…” Said the server, mysteriously, as he walked over to a door labeled ‘Employees Only.’
“You say that like you know him.”
“I do.” Shrugged the man, disappearing behind the door.
Bemused at the server’s oddness, Nino’s smile remained as he walked to the lobby. He stopped at the glass door, with his hand on the handle. The taxi was out there, waiting to service someone, to take Nino home.
Back home to his treadmill life, his non-friends, his bitchy sister and his games. It was a life he didn’t particularly want, but there wasn’t anything he was too compelled to change. It was comfortable enough to wait and just let things happen, to be called out for something like this group date thing again.
But why do I keep going to these stupid things, when the beer isn’t even enough anymore? Nino sighed, his breath fogging the glass of the exit door.
After drawing a crude angry face in the fog, Nino shoved his hands in his pockets, and sat in a chair near the door, vowing to wait for exactly five minutes, no more and no less.
Seven months later, Nino was sitting on the bed in his apartment, watching a baseball game while the server doodled on a block of sticky notes somewhere near his foot. The server’s name was Ohno Satoshi, Nino had learned that night they went out drinking after abandoning the karaoke place.
They tend to spend a lot of their time together drinking. Almost every Tuesday and Friday night since then in fact. It was like their ‘thing.’
Though he’d never, ever in a thousand years or a million parallel universes admit it, but Nino liked having this ‘thing’ with Ohno.
The game broke for commercial, and Nino stood up to stretch, kicking Ohno lightly on accident. They always sat close together to where these bumps happened frequently, even if one was on the floor while the other was on the bed as in times like these. It wasn’t necessarily because Nino’s apartment was tiny, a one room affair where his bed, low table and tv took up much of the space. Even if that’s what Nino’s ready excuse was, should Ohno ever ask.
“What are you drawing?” He asked, leaning over Ohno’s back and placing his hands on the other man’s shoulder.
“I call it…‘Fly-ball.’” With a sideways grin, Ohno capped his pen and held up the sticky note pad. He had turned it into a flip book, and a baseball with a fly’s wings, eyes and legs zoomed across several dozen post-it notes before it hit a stationary bat, and fell to the ground, dead.
“Clever.” Laughed Nino, ruffling Ohno’s hair, folding into a squat beside the man on the floor. “I don’t understand why you keep trying out all of those jobs that you obviously aren’t suited for, when you have a talent like this.”
The sleepy eyed man shrugged, and stretched his legs out under the small table. “And I don’t understand why your place is full of Quest Dragon and Fantasy Final posters and figurines, yet you like baseball so much.”
“Baseball…I guess it’s because of my dad.” Pensively, Nino grabbed the nearest beer can from the table, unsure of whether or not it was his, and drank from it deeply. He didn’t want to talk about his dad, he didn’t even want to think about the bastard. He swirled the remaining drops of liquid in the can, watching a bead of booze circle the rim. “Great, now you’ve ruined the mood. And I worked so har-”
In a smooth, unexpected motion, Ohno placed both of his index fingers on the sides of Nino’s forehead, his long nails scratching the skin slightly.
“Beer really augments your bizarre side, doesn’t it.” Nino blinked, Ohno’s fingers still on his forehead.
“I’m not being weird this time, I’m just giving you what you want.” Grinned Ohno, strumming the rest of his fingers on Nino’s forehead.
“I want you to put your hands on my forehead?” Nino repeated, making sure it sounded as absurd when said aloud.
“No, that’s not…I mean you…how to say this…do you remember what we were talking about just a second ago?”
Nino thought back, but the beer seemed to haze his recent memory. “Your doodle flip-book thing, right?”
“See, you’re not thinking about it, just like you wanted to.” Ohno grinned, retracting his hands from Nino’s head, and reaching for his own can of beer.
Because it made for a handy excuse, Nino would have just blamed the beer for his strangely faulty memory too, but something had been bothering him lately.
Though they almost always ended up getting drunk together when they hung out or had their ‘thing,’ Nino always felt that things simply went right when he was around Ohno.
Like Ohno was giving him everything he wanted, somehow.
Unconsciously, Nino rubbed his forehead where Ohno’s fingers had been, and returned his attention to both his drink and his game.
Nino couldn’t sleep.
It was really becoming a problem lately, if he were to be honest. Which he wasn’t. But it was getting harder and harder to lie to himself when he’d exhausted all of his insomnia solving techniques like playing his SD in the dark without blinking, and turning his tv onto boring re-runs of Zero News.
He rolled over and fell into the gap between his bed and the wall. It was comfortable for Nino though, who had a cat-like affinity for small, enclosed and mostly claustrophobic places. Though incredibly cozy, sleeplessness continued to reign and Nino was left with only his thoughts to lull him to sleep.
What’s with this sleep thing lately? I haven’t changed my diet or my schedule. When was the last time I slept right after going to bed anyway? Was it Thursday?….No, it was Friday wasn’t it? Friday night, when Oh-chan slept over after getting too wasted to walk home.
He didn’t mind sharing my bed.
He never minds anything.
Even when I mind, he doesn‘t.
But I slept well.
Maybe….I should call him. I want to call him, but it’s late he’s pro-
Startled by the sudden chime of his phone in the absolute silence and pitch darkness of his apartment, Nino’s hand reached for the shelf above his bed where he kept the device.
His eyes widened briefly as they read the caller id, just before he flipped open his phone single handedly.
“Don’t you know what time it is? Why did you call me?”
“Didn’t you want to talk?” It was certainly Nino’s imagination that he could hear the smile in Ohno’s voice.
“Not really. It may sound like an alien idea to you but I was trying to sleep like the rest of the normal world.”
“I was actually trying to sleep too, but I couldn’t.”
“You have insomnia? That’s no way to live Oh-chan.”
“Probably not, but what can a person do about it.”
“You’re surrendering to quickly. You can‘t win against your insomnia if you won‘t even battle against it.”
“But I don’t have the energy to fight it.”
“You sound like an old man, you know.”
“Probably.”
The conversation died as quick as it had began. Nino found himself listening to Ohno’s slow, nearly inaudible breathing. It matched the man’s lifestyle, unhurried and relaxed, as if breathing were a hobby more then a physical requirement.
“So…” Nino said, breaking the silence after realizing they hadn’t spoken in nearly ten minutes. “Who do you think would win in a battle to the death: ZilllaGod, or Monkey-form Kugo from the Ball Dragon series?”
It wasn’t until several weeks later, when Nino was in the shower that he realized something rather disturbing. It was an unexpected, and undesired epiphany that made Nino wonder if maybe he’d temporarily lost his sanity to be feeling what he thought he was feeling and most certainly shouldn’t be feeling, even though he was obviously feeling it.
So he ignored the realization.
Even though his body didn’t.
And his body wasn’t nearly as easy to ignore has his heart.
It was probably the first time Nino felt guilty about jerking off since puberty. Contrary to popular belief, and the taunting of his classmates in high school and university, Nino did hit puberty. It just didn’t show all that much. It was another side effect of those growth pills his mother made him take at a young age, Nino told himself.
Nino stepped out of his tiny shower feeling dirtier then he did clean. After drying himself off, Nino walked the two steps into his bed/living/dining room where he kept his clothes.
Just as he pulled on his underwear, there was a knock on his door.
“Who is it?” He shouted, pulling his pants on quickly in case it was his sister stopping by for a drink and an insult.
“Me. Open up, it’s cold out here.” Whined a familiar voice that made Nino’s heart pound rather loudly due to his recent revelation in the shower.
“What are you doing here on a Sunday? I have plans today.” Nino lied, quickly pulling on his shirt and leaving the door closed purposefully.
Ohno was silent for a moment, and Nino hoped the man had just wandered off. The hope was short lived, as Ohno spoke up in a strangely urgent voice. “I have something to say, do you mind if your neighbors hear it?”
“Fine fine, make it quick. I‘m really busy, honest.” Exasperated, and nervous despite himself, Nino walked the few steps to his door, standing aside to let the older man in.
Ohno closed the door behind himself standing around awkwardly once inside, as if there was something he wanted to say but couldn’t.
“And? What was so pressing that you couldn’t wait or just call me?” Nino demanded, trying diligently to calm his thumping heart.
Nino had just enough time to notice a pink tinge to the other’s nose before it went out of focus when Ohno leaned forward and kissed him.
Time stopped for Nino. It stopped in an accelerated way, that made it feel like he was freezing and thawing at the same time.
Then he came to his senses, and pushed Ohno off. He leaned against the wall with one hand, wiping his lips with the back of the other. “What the hell is with that greeting? Just tell me what was so important.”
“I felt it. You want me.”
Though his heart had been steadily beating faster since Ohno first knocked, it faltered, skipping several beats. Nino swallowed and forced himself to laugh. “I want you? I want you? You’re the one you charged in here and kissed me. What the hell.”
“You want me, I know you do because I can feel that you do.” Ohno said, as if explaining a historical fact.
“Listen, I don’t know what you’re trying to confess here but I’m-”
“I’m not confessing, you are! You can lie to yourself Kazu, but not to me. Not about this.” If Nino wasn’t mistaken, Ohno was truly angry for the first time in the year that they’d known each other.
“As I was saying, I’m busy, so-”
“You know you want me, so why are you being like this?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, and right now the only thing I want is for you to leave.” Nino had had enough. He didn’t know how Ohno could have known what he himself only realized about twenty minutes ago in the shower. And even if he did sort of want Ohno in a non-friendly way right now, he didn’t think that feeling would last much more then a day or so. To act upon such a flightily emotion would certainly ruin their friendship.
“That’s a lie! You-”
“Stop thinking you know what I want! Leave already! I have things to do!”
His eyebrows furrowed in anger, Ohno turned and opened the door again. “I really do know what you want, even if you don’t, because I’m a….”
“Oh? You’re a what?”
Ohno shook his head, dismissing the lingering sentence, and left mumbling. “You want me, you liar.”
Frustrated with himself and Ohno’s unexpected outburst, Nino kicked his wall. He regretted it instantly, and clutched his bruised foot as he fell back on his bed.
As if nothing had happened out of the ordinary to upset either of them, Ohno showed up again the following Tuesday as scheduled, with a case of beer and a bag of Chinese take-takeout.
They drank, ate and talked like normal too, even though Nino could feel awkward atmosphere lurking just underfoot.
He snuck a glance at Ohno, before snapping his attention back to the tv and sipping his beer.
Ohno glanced at him, but turned back to the tv too, in an instant.
Nino looked again, out of the corner of his eye, and then away.
Ohno glanced back, his lips attached to the rim of his beer can.
“Stop staring at me.” Demanded Nino, unconsciously agog at where Ohno’s mouth met the can.
“Okay.” Ohno didn’t move, other then tipping his head back slightly to facilitate drinking.
“I hate you, really.”
“You still want me.” Corrected Ohno, with an apologetic nod.
“Lets just drop it, ok? It’s making this awkward.” Nino sighed, crushing his own empty can and throwing in the trash bin across the room. He stood up, and walked into the bathroom.
His hands clenched the small sink in the crowed bathroom, as water ran from the faucet. I don’t understand, how does he know? I didn’t say a word, yet he knows. He insists that he knows what he can’t possibly. Why? Why do I feel like this towards him all of the sudden anyway?
Nino splashed his face with water a couple of times, before a new thought struck him like a bolt of lightening, and he snapped upright. Wait. He’s the one who kissed me, he’s the one who said I want him, so what if it’s his way of saying that he’s really the one who wants me?
Nino’s heart fluttered excitedly like a butterfly in a field of flowers, before Nino punched on the chest himself in hopes of popping the happy bubbles rising there.
That didn’t stop him from gurgling a bit of mouth wash before returning to the main room.
Ohno had turned the tv onto the fishing channel, though he appeared to have fallen asleep after lying down on the bed.
Nino swallowed a painful lump rising in his throat as he looked away from the bed, crossed the room and turned off the light.
Blindly, he made his way back to bed, and climbed gently into the gap between the wall and Ohno. He felt around for his pillow, and found half of it already underneath Ohno’s head.
He could feel his own pulse throbbing in his neck as he inched closer to Ohno, and laid his head on the pillow too. Slowly he extended an arm, and wrapped it loosely around Ohno, as he listened to his blood pound in his ears.
Ohno shifted beneath him, and Nino froze, afraid of being ridiculed, told off or worse. But Ohno was silent, still asleep as far as Nino thought as he rolled over under Nino’s arm, until they were face to face.
Nino held his breath, half expecting it when Ohno opened his eyes a few minutes later. Ohno wrapped his own arm around Nino, and they held each other quietly for an indefinite period of time.
“I’m drunk.” Nino whispered at long last, even though he was as sober as he’d ever been in his life.
“Then I am too.” Responded the other man, in a whisper just as soft, and just as much of a lie.
“Drunk people do stupid things that they regret the next morning, don’t they.” Nino whispered, moving closer.
“Yeah…”
Nino kissed Ohno, or more accurately, the corner of Ohno’s mouth. He couldn’t see that well in the dark, but with little separation, he found his target successfully.
Gently Ohno kissed back in a gesture so slight it would have been lost on Nino, if he hadn’t suddenly grown hypersensitive to Ohno’s touch. Their arms were still wrapped around each other and Nino’s skin prickled marvelously when Ohno’s hand cupped his elbow.
Slowly, with a large measure of nervousness Nino licked at Ohno’s lips, his tongue darting out for little flickering samples of skin until Ohno caught it between his teeth with a triumphant grunt. Trapped, Nino tried to pull free until Ohno brushed his tongue against the one held prisoner.
There was a breath’s worth of hesitation, before Ohno’s bite slackened, sliding his tongue once against Nino’s instead. Then again, and again.
Nino exhaled though his nose, and instinctively rolled over slightly above Ohno to angle their kiss as it became less about lips and more about dueling tongues.
“You taste like cheap peppermint flavored beer.” Ohno stated, breathlessly when they both had to part or risk suffocation.
“And you taste like beer flavored cheap beer with a hint of sweet and sour sauce.”
They said nothing else, and Nino swallowed excess kissing educed salvia so he wouldn’t drool all over Ohno as he was still leaning over the older man. He was about to move away when Ohno’s hand, still on his elbow began stroking the rough skin there serenely as if they hadn’t just spent the last ten minutes playing tonsil hockey.
Ohno’s touch broadened it’s scope, from Nino’s elbow, to Nino’s entire arm, to Nino’s back. Nino only felt it fair that he did some touching of his own, and trailed his finger tips slowly over Ohno’s neck, shoulder and tee-shirt.
Their hands found the hems of each other’s shirts at almost the same time, and lingered there, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Inch by inch they dared a reciprocating touch to push the other’s shirt higher and higher off the body until the garments were removed all together. Two sets of calloused hands trekked across the sensitively smooth, newly revealed flesh with a gentle, yet obviously hungry touch, followed by soft, greedy kisses along the same paths.
Burring his face in Ohno’s neck, Nino bit down impulsively, and began sucking the small area. He loved the sensation of Ohno’s pulse pounding wildly beneath his lips as the older man’s hands held him from behind. Suddenly, Ohno’s grip strengthen, and half way before it happened, Nino realized they were about to roll over the wrong way, off the bed onto the floor.
“Wai-” He had a split second in which he both feared falling, and wanted a larger bed desperately before they fell. Nino flinched, as Ohno rolled over him completely, waiting for the impact of the floor that never came.
His head met the mattress, and Nino’s eyes opened in surprise. Before he could wonder aloud, before he could stretch his hands out and find the actual edge of the mattress, Ohno made him forget his own name when the other man pressed his waist against Nino’s.
Though Ohno began using short somewhat contained motions, any attempt at control from either of them was abandoned in short order. Nino could feel Ohno’s member against his through both of their thin pants, and the friction alone was enough to drive Nino wild. They ground harder and harder against each other, their breathing loud and labored. If all of their attention hadn’t been devoted to making the grinding feel better and better, they might have thought to continue kissing.
Nino felt he could come at every pass, but he didn’t. Somehow he restrained himself, which made their continued rubbing contact set every nerve of his body on fire instead, and though his member ached painfully from the rough abuse, in a luscious way it felt so, so, so good.
So good that Nino wanted more.
Ohno hummed a trill like sound, as if accepting the order. Moving up, and off Nino, Ohno broke the contact and froze completely as if needing time to recover. Nino’s body jerked involuntarily at the loss, and he had to bite his lip to prevent himself from moaning. His cock throbbed with an excruciating force now that the distracting stimulant of Ohno’s member had vanished.
Before Nino could even think about the repercussions of what he was doing, his hands flew to his pants and he shimmied out, then kicked away the restricting clothes. He let out a strangled sigh as his aching member sprang free.
At nearly the exact same time, Nino heard the short zip of a fly, and the rustle of fabric before something was thrown to the far corner of his apartment. His throat seized up suddenly as it dawned on him that they were both naked now.
Carefully, but with an obvious need, Ohno climbed back over Nino, and they kissed again after what felt like ages. At some point in the middle of the kiss they changed positions slightly, so that Nino’s head and shoulders were against his headboard and their legs were a tangled mess. Each time one of them moved and their cocks brushed up against a thigh, or each other, a gasp or moan would punctuate the kiss.
At the end of another long string of kisses, Ohno pulled away again, and Nino heard the uncapping of a tube as loudly as a gunshot. Though he had thought his heart was already going fast enough, it suddenly went into over time, and Nino knew exactly where all that blood was going as his cock twitched desperately again.
The first slick finger entered, and Nino shuddered nervously, keeping himself occupied by stroking his needy member and kissing Ohno alternately. He knew it was going to hurt when the real thing came, but he didn’t mind that much. He was already in enough pain just from their actions earlier and by continuing to restrain himself. It hurt but felt sensational, and it was going to hurt and feel even better, Nino expected.
The second finger came, then a third. Then Ohno.
Nino couldn’t breathe.
It was hot, as if someone had just shoved a curling iron up his ass. And it hurt, because Ohno’s petite little fingers weren’t nearly a proper pre-game performance for the size of the real thing.
And then Ohno did something with his hips that nearly made Nino’s eyes roll back from the impact. Impulsively he spread his legs further apart, coincidently moving towards Ohno just as he did his fancy technique again, sending the older man even deeper inside Nino.
Their combined movement touched the edge of a spot that made Nino moan desperately. Ohno pulled back, almost all the way out and dove in again, striking the spot nearly dead on. Fireworks exploded not only behind Nino’s eyes, but in every single fiber of his being. His hands clenched in Ohno’s hair in a death grip, and though he was dripping with pre-cum, some how, he managed to restrain the end.
Above him, Ohno was panting with exertion, diving into Nino again, again and again. He paused, shuddering with effort to contain himself while still deep inside the younger man. Ohno bent forward, and kissed Nino passionately. Dazed, Nino licked at the lips that met his, and tasted the salty sweat that had gathered there.
Recovered, Ohno continued, and Nino nearly felt that in licking Ohno’s sweat, he had taken an aphrodisiac. Spreading from where their bodies were joined and in motion, Nino felt feverish, hot and in dire need of both more indefinitely and the final blow.
It came soon enough, Ohno circled Nino’s special spot ceaselessly until at last, Ohno struck one time too many, and Nino was powerless to prevent himself from coming hard, seeing and feeling nothing but a dazzling display of bright lights and sensory overload.
Ohno came a few seconds later, as Nino tightened around him. Nino felt the hot fluid fill his body, and half gasped at the peculiar sensation added on top of all of his other active physical sensations.
The older man pulled out slowly, and felt around for something to clean himself off with. He came up with nothing, so Ohno sat on the bed where he was between Nino’s legs, waiting shyly for instructions.
Still dazed, and without having moved since they finished Nino managed to say in a faint voice. “Towels in bathroom.”
Weight shifted on the mattress, and Ohno walked blindly to the bathroom, flipping on the light before stepping inside. With his head turned, Nino watched him go, reveling briefly in the sight of Ohno naked, and illuminated against the bathroom light.
Seconds later Ohno returned to the bedside, having left the bathroom light on so he could see where he need to clean. Nino should have felt shy, and embarrassed to be seen naked and covered in his own cum in the faint light, but he was still too dazed to care.
“Take this how you will but……I think that’s what making love to a god might feel like.” Nino said hollowly, not having moved since Ohno pulled out. The older man leaned forward, and began wiping off the mess on Nino’s chest.
“I am a god.” Said Ohno simply, carrying the dirty towels to the bathroom again.
“Don’t be so full of yourself. Just because no one ever has a first time as good as that doesn’t mean…….. Besides, we’re drunk right now, remember?” Nino finally rolled over, and pulled the blankets out from where they’d fallen between the bed and the wall. “We’ll wake up tomorrow, and wonder why we’re waking up next to each other naked.”
“I guess….” Ohno said, settling into his usual spot. “But won’t that mean, if we keep getting drunk that every time will be like the first time?”
“Shut up and sleep already.” Whined Nino, with a yawn, “If you‘re that good when you‘re drunk, you must be phenomenal when you‘re sober.”
“I don‘t know about that.” Ohno was silent for a moment, before asking hopefully. “Since we’re supposed to be drunk right now anyway, can we cuddle?”
“No.”
“Oh…ok.”
A few more minutes of silence pass before Nino rolled over, snuggled close to Ohno, and after wrapping an arm around the other’s stomach, fell asleep.
Several months passed, and Nino’s ‘thing’ with Ohno had increased to Tuesdays through Sundays, and beer was becoming less and less of a factor.
Though he was more content then ever with his relationship with Ohno, something had been bothering Nino for a very long time.
Whenever Ohno was around, Nino would get whatever he wanted, whether it was to be kissed on his clavicle, or to buy the out of print Quest Dragon II collectors poster.
With every unvoiced wish seemingly granted by Ohno, Nino grew more and more suspicious.
Why? Why does it go so well when I’m around him? He’s bizarre enough but…I want to know…why? How does he always know what I think? What I want? Can a person really be that intuitive?
“You won‘t like the answer. And your show is back on.”
“What?” Startled, Nino’s eyes widened.
“Your show-”
“To hell with the show, it’s being recorded anyway. I want to know how you keep doing that mind reading thing. You always know what I want before I do almost. It creeps me out.”
Ohno visibly cringed, and inched away from Nino, mumbling. “Please stop wanting to know. How about you want something else…..like to grope me? That’s always a fun want. Or you could want…”
“I want you to tell me why you’re acting strangely, and why you always end up telling me things like ‘It’s what you want,’ or ‘You wanted it, right?’ after I get just that, even if I never told you. Like…like the hamburger pizza back when you were still a delivery boy. And the magically expanding bed during our first time, and the-”
“Fine. I’m a god.”
“You don‘t have to feed me such a ridiculous lie. It‘s ok to tell me the truth, I won‘t get mad.” Nino laughed, but Ohno frowned.
“You want to know, so I have to tell you or it’ll make me feel sick.”
“So what are you the god of? Or are you THE god?” Laughed Nino, mockingly.
“Keep laughing.” Ohno laughed too, except it was sarcastically. “Last time when we were in the middle of having sex, you really wanted me to blow you off since we haven‘t done anything like that yet, but before I could, you came.”
Nino’s laughter died in his throat, and stayed there, strangling his speech. “I-I would nev-”
“I wouldn’t have minded, so you could have just asked.”
His face crimson, Nino couldn’t meet Ohno’s eyes as he wondered aloud in the midst of his confusion, “Could you say ‘Hey, it’s going good right now, but how about you suck me off instead?’ That’s besides the point anyway, since I still don’t get HOW you could know I want these things.”
“I already told you, I’m a god. The God of Satiable Wants.”
“All this time…you’ve been granting my wishes by reading my mind?” Stated Nino, trying to come up with some other alternative explanation but failing.
“I can’t read your mind. I can sense your ‘wants’ though. Not the superficial ones that you lie about, but the deep, deep down ones that your heart really wants. Can I stop talking now?”
“No. For example, if I say wanted to go…play baseball on the moon or something…”
“I couldn’t grant that want because you don’t really want it. Even if you did, I couldn‘t grant it because it‘s not a Satiable Want within the realm of physical possibility right now.” Ohno stood up and stretched before falling over onto Nino’s bed, purposefully.
“So you’re limited to what I can physically do or gain on my own? You don’t have any fancy powers?”
“Not really…let me see.” Ohno pulled a small handbook out of his pocket, and flipped to a few earmarked pages. “’Those endowed…blahblah….Ah here we go, the rules and powers page. One, the power to grant any satiable want of any mortal that you so choose to fulfill. Two, you cannot use your powers to sate your own wants while on earth. Three, unlimited sex drive, Four-”
“Pause. Before I start on the unlimited sex drive thing…. do you grant everyone else’s wants too? Or just mine.”
“Just yours. Basically, for the mortals I’m around and interacting with, I see everyone’s wants all of the time, so the desires are muted and I can't really tell who wants what. It’s like…like an impressionist painting of the ocean, where everyone’s wants blur into each other so you can‘t tell if all the blue blobs make a sea or a sky or even a boat and fish. I can’t really tell them apart. For you though, ever since we met in the convenience store, your wants I can sense with perfect clarity, like a photograph instead.”
“So you’re saying I’m special to you. That’s understandable.” Grinned Nino, satisfied with his uniqueness, even if he still half felt the whole ‘god’ thing was made up.
Ohno blushed and dropped his gaze back to his book. “Fulfilling your wants make me feel strange too. For others, I just feel like I‘ve done something good, from you, my whole body tingles.”
“I…make you tingle.” Nino repeated. “Please elaborate on why, and where.”
“All over, and…depending on the want, down there too.” Ohno face was fully scarlet. “As for why, ……….I can’t explain it that well. When I fulfill your wants I get this really great ‘Ahhhhh~’ feeling. No one else’s wants make me feel that way.”
Nino was silent for a moment, processing all of what Ohno had told him, and still skeptical. “So, in the whole web of the desires of others, where do you stand? What do you want?”
“Don‘t laugh ok?”
“I won‘t.”
“I………I want you to want me.” Ohno mumbled, putting his handbook back into his pocket.
Nino thought for a moment, and frowned. “But what if the only reason you want me to want you is because I want you to want me too?”
“This is really confusing. And I don’t really think I can explain it that well so let’s just stop talking about it.”
“But I want to talk about it.” Dominated Nino, sticking his tongue out.
“Unnnn fine. Let’s see. I want what I want. You want what you want. Sometimes I want to want what you want, but I don’t always do. Like, I don’t really want to play Quest Dragon right now, but you do. I’d rather go fishing. So I know that I want you because I want you, not because you want me to want you. You wanting me to want you just makes me feel constantly tingly because I‘m fulfilling that want of yours all the time.”
“Oh.” Said Nino, shyly, hiding his mouth behind his hand because he couldn’t hide his blush. “So…you want me. And I want you. Just like two normal, everyday non-godly people?”
“Yep.”
“Oh.” They simply stared at each other for a couple of moments, blinking every so often. At last Nino broke the stare down, and scratched the back of his head nervously. “I see. Should we…I don‘t know…consummate this or something?”
“I know you want to play Quest Dragon right now, so go play. We just did it last night anyway. Besides, I want to go fishing too so….when you want me again, I’ll know.”
“That’s…really handy.” Nino admitted even if he didn‘t really believe Ohno was a divine being in the end. Smiling, he forward to kiss Ohno’s cheek. “But there’s a difference between ‘want’ and ‘need.’ I say we ‘need’ to consummate, then we can fish and game to our hearts content. Or consummate some more, depending on my mood.”