Arashi fic- Of Fish and Wish
Title: Of Fish and Wish
Pairing: Ohno/Nino
Rating: G
Word Count: 1475
Disclaimer: Don't own, all fiction.
Summary: The dangers of fishing.
Notes: For the ever awesome and currently sick Zan, get well soon! To another great year ahead, and may the next 363 days before your next birthday be filled with good stuff ^___^
Ohno slides noiselessly into the bedroom, closing the door with painful care behind him. He winces a little when the latch locks into place with a loud click, but thankfully nothing else stirs in the room. Hand resting tentatively on the knob, he pauses behind the door for a few beats, before making his way to the bed in one burst of energy. Still nothing, in the room full of heavy darkness. He makes his way to his side of the bed by pure habit and memory, hoping not to bump into anything, fingers ghosting lightly over familiar surfaces and objects.
When his eyes adjust to the dark he sees Nino sprawled over the entire bed, limbs spilled carelessly into his side. Knowing Nino, that was probably intentional, even in sleep. He sits down gingerly at the edge of the bed, trying not to crush any of Nino's limbs. He debates if he should wake Nino up, if the hell to pay was worth having a bed to sleep in for a few hours before work started again. There didn't seem to be any chance he could maneuver Nino's limbs to make some room without waking him up and bringing wrath right down on his head.
For someone so small Nino sure took up a lot of the bed, he thinks wryly. The bed looked too big for one. Too empty.
He felt bad, a small part, he really did.
He hadn't realised how long he'd been stoning at the edge, and just when he'd decided to head out for the couch after all, a skinny wrist shoots out and caught his arm.
Get in bed, you idiot. Nino's voice is thick with sleep and impatience.
He smiles gratefully, a hint of guilt, pretty sure Nino could not see him in the dark or in his half-asleep state, but very sure Nino knew anyway.
Nino finally rolls over grudgingly and he slides into place, crawling tiredly under warm covers. Nino had resolutely turned his back on him. He shifts until there is no gap between them and throws an arm over Nino's waist.
Get off me. I can't sleep like that, Nino protests, but he notes Nino doesn't actually push him away. He ignores it and pretends not to hear and after a bit of wriggling, Nino is soon sound asleep again, breath lightly falling in and out, body warm and boneless next to him. Nino must've been really tired after all that filming.
He would've liked to savour the moment a bit longer, he reflects and promptly falls asleep. Hours spent on a fishing boat were exhausting.
When he wakes up the next morning the bed is empty. The apartment is similarly devoid of any other human presence. Nino had left by himself, even though the first job for both of them that day is filming for VS Arashi.
He sighs and dials the manager's number, fiddling with the instant coffee.
Hi, yes, I need a ride today.
When he arrives Nino, Aiba and Sho are there and Nino is already dressed, made-up and hair coiffed, busy gaming and mocking Aiba.
Aiba is the first to spot him, calling out Oh-chan! Sho turns around at that and greet him with a Ohno-kun, you look tired, up fishing all night again? while sliding a hand surreptitiously under Aiba's shirt. There is something about Sho, he muses, when Sho could reel off a whole string of nagging about work and responsibilty, basically telling him off while groping Aiba at the same time, straight faced throughout.
When Sho is done with him Nino finally speaks up and looks up from his game, in that order.
Good morning, Ohno-san. Did you sleep well last night? Nino's smile is all teeth.
Oh no is the last thought flashing through his mind, vaguely aware of Sho and Aiba slowly edging out of the room in the background, Sho quietly and urgently urging Aiba out, one hand still firmly on his ass.
Jun comes in right at that point, wanders over to him, drapes one arm casually across his shoulder and asks. So what do we have here?
Nino's gaze fixates pointedly on Jun's arm around him, a few daggers and he swears there are fangs somewhere. Jun-kun, Nino smiles too brightly, I'm going to get coffee.
He saw something akin to impending doom, and it had his name on it.
In front of the live studio audience, Nino yanks his T-shirt up for full nipple display, with seemingly faked outrage but he knows it isn't all faked. Nino is particularly good at hijacking situations for his own turn. He also knows the tan is the least of Nino's issues with him, but it is the most obvious and innocuous to pick on. Mostly he's just amusedly resigned, wondering what Nino will come up with next. There is, meanwhile, no point in getting in the way of a good Nino rant. Better to just let it blow over. It was prickly, but it didn't do any real damage.
Sure enough, by the filming of the next game, Nino is back in his usual spot, draped comfortably over him again. He knows it isn't over yet. Nino has not quite spent his anger, but Nino has been partially mollified and Nino's want to cuddle is overriding the need to be angry. He relaxes for now; there will be other battles to be fought.
Nino is quieter after the end of the show, choosing to nest with Aiba. He leaves him alone, sketching the lines of Nino's face in his head.
When it is finally time to leave, Sho comes over to collect Aiba, talking about feeding time and Aiba clamouring for days for yakiniku. Sho is really indulgent of Aiba, he privately thinks, and Aiba holds the power when he seems to relinquish it.
Sho pats his shoulder a couple of times in a comforting way and starts muttering about you and your fishing, but thinks better of it and stops. He laughs openly. They watch Nino beat up Aiba for a while and he blurts out, on impulse. Be good to Aiba.
Sho only smiles, knowing quirk at the corner of his mouth and fondness in his eyes. Don't let Nino beat you up too much.
He chips in, half-seriously. Nope, it's not a good thing if he doesn't.
Sho pushes Aiba out the door, not before Aiba gives him a wink.
You can wink after all, he thinks, but there is no time to dwell on that; Nino is trying to sneak out the door, he grins and goes after.
There are no words on the way home, Nino driving, but the silence is easy. Nino starts humming half-consciously, he merely shuts his eyes.
In the living room he says I'm sorry before Nino has a chance to open his mouth. Nino studies him, eyes unreadable and says, words measured, don't say something you don't mean. When it's not going to change anything.
He scratches his head. I do like fishing and I do mean it.
There is no restraint with you.
But Nino is devoted to his games too, and it's a world I have no access to either, when Nino is in it.
Nino falls silent for a long time.
He walks over to peer up at Nino and nudge him lightly, I like Nino and I like fishing. As much as Nino likes gaming.
He waits. He has all the time. Nino's face seems inscrutable but he knows; the internal battle between staying quietly angry and giving in waging ficerely just beneath the surface.
Nino finally rubs his face with both hands and sighs. Why am I stuck with you. He hears the unspoken whine, why do I have to like you, and teases Nino with, because you like me too much.
That earns him the full death glare and a couple of slaps to the head. He smiles anyway.
Let's go for dinner, he cajoles. I know, let's go find Aiba and Sho, I bet they're still there.
Nino rolls his eyes. Not unless you want Sho to kill you. He catches the phone Nino tosses his way. I hear there's a new place nearby. Does deliveries and food's cheap.
Okay, but I get to choose where we're going the next time.
Whatever, make the call already.
It's a compromise, he settles.
Nino only snorts and disappears into the bedroom.
Later at night he's lying in bed and there's Nino's arm thrown across his stomach in sleep and there's a message from Aiba.
Hey, how did things go? Sho's drunk and half-naked and playing all kinds of English songs on his piano and yodeling badly along.
He couldn't help breaking into a grin at that. But you think he's really hot no matter what, he thinks. He texts.
We're good.
Pairing: Ohno/Nino
Rating: G
Word Count: 1475
Disclaimer: Don't own, all fiction.
Summary: The dangers of fishing.
Notes: For the ever awesome and currently sick Zan, get well soon! To another great year ahead, and may the next 363 days before your next birthday be filled with good stuff ^___^
Ohno slides noiselessly into the bedroom, closing the door with painful care behind him. He winces a little when the latch locks into place with a loud click, but thankfully nothing else stirs in the room. Hand resting tentatively on the knob, he pauses behind the door for a few beats, before making his way to the bed in one burst of energy. Still nothing, in the room full of heavy darkness. He makes his way to his side of the bed by pure habit and memory, hoping not to bump into anything, fingers ghosting lightly over familiar surfaces and objects.
When his eyes adjust to the dark he sees Nino sprawled over the entire bed, limbs spilled carelessly into his side. Knowing Nino, that was probably intentional, even in sleep. He sits down gingerly at the edge of the bed, trying not to crush any of Nino's limbs. He debates if he should wake Nino up, if the hell to pay was worth having a bed to sleep in for a few hours before work started again. There didn't seem to be any chance he could maneuver Nino's limbs to make some room without waking him up and bringing wrath right down on his head.
For someone so small Nino sure took up a lot of the bed, he thinks wryly. The bed looked too big for one. Too empty.
He felt bad, a small part, he really did.
He hadn't realised how long he'd been stoning at the edge, and just when he'd decided to head out for the couch after all, a skinny wrist shoots out and caught his arm.
Get in bed, you idiot. Nino's voice is thick with sleep and impatience.
He smiles gratefully, a hint of guilt, pretty sure Nino could not see him in the dark or in his half-asleep state, but very sure Nino knew anyway.
Nino finally rolls over grudgingly and he slides into place, crawling tiredly under warm covers. Nino had resolutely turned his back on him. He shifts until there is no gap between them and throws an arm over Nino's waist.
Get off me. I can't sleep like that, Nino protests, but he notes Nino doesn't actually push him away. He ignores it and pretends not to hear and after a bit of wriggling, Nino is soon sound asleep again, breath lightly falling in and out, body warm and boneless next to him. Nino must've been really tired after all that filming.
He would've liked to savour the moment a bit longer, he reflects and promptly falls asleep. Hours spent on a fishing boat were exhausting.
When he wakes up the next morning the bed is empty. The apartment is similarly devoid of any other human presence. Nino had left by himself, even though the first job for both of them that day is filming for VS Arashi.
He sighs and dials the manager's number, fiddling with the instant coffee.
Hi, yes, I need a ride today.
When he arrives Nino, Aiba and Sho are there and Nino is already dressed, made-up and hair coiffed, busy gaming and mocking Aiba.
Aiba is the first to spot him, calling out Oh-chan! Sho turns around at that and greet him with a Ohno-kun, you look tired, up fishing all night again? while sliding a hand surreptitiously under Aiba's shirt. There is something about Sho, he muses, when Sho could reel off a whole string of nagging about work and responsibilty, basically telling him off while groping Aiba at the same time, straight faced throughout.
When Sho is done with him Nino finally speaks up and looks up from his game, in that order.
Good morning, Ohno-san. Did you sleep well last night? Nino's smile is all teeth.
Oh no is the last thought flashing through his mind, vaguely aware of Sho and Aiba slowly edging out of the room in the background, Sho quietly and urgently urging Aiba out, one hand still firmly on his ass.
Jun comes in right at that point, wanders over to him, drapes one arm casually across his shoulder and asks. So what do we have here?
Nino's gaze fixates pointedly on Jun's arm around him, a few daggers and he swears there are fangs somewhere. Jun-kun, Nino smiles too brightly, I'm going to get coffee.
He saw something akin to impending doom, and it had his name on it.
In front of the live studio audience, Nino yanks his T-shirt up for full nipple display, with seemingly faked outrage but he knows it isn't all faked. Nino is particularly good at hijacking situations for his own turn. He also knows the tan is the least of Nino's issues with him, but it is the most obvious and innocuous to pick on. Mostly he's just amusedly resigned, wondering what Nino will come up with next. There is, meanwhile, no point in getting in the way of a good Nino rant. Better to just let it blow over. It was prickly, but it didn't do any real damage.
Sure enough, by the filming of the next game, Nino is back in his usual spot, draped comfortably over him again. He knows it isn't over yet. Nino has not quite spent his anger, but Nino has been partially mollified and Nino's want to cuddle is overriding the need to be angry. He relaxes for now; there will be other battles to be fought.
Nino is quieter after the end of the show, choosing to nest with Aiba. He leaves him alone, sketching the lines of Nino's face in his head.
When it is finally time to leave, Sho comes over to collect Aiba, talking about feeding time and Aiba clamouring for days for yakiniku. Sho is really indulgent of Aiba, he privately thinks, and Aiba holds the power when he seems to relinquish it.
Sho pats his shoulder a couple of times in a comforting way and starts muttering about you and your fishing, but thinks better of it and stops. He laughs openly. They watch Nino beat up Aiba for a while and he blurts out, on impulse. Be good to Aiba.
Sho only smiles, knowing quirk at the corner of his mouth and fondness in his eyes. Don't let Nino beat you up too much.
He chips in, half-seriously. Nope, it's not a good thing if he doesn't.
Sho pushes Aiba out the door, not before Aiba gives him a wink.
You can wink after all, he thinks, but there is no time to dwell on that; Nino is trying to sneak out the door, he grins and goes after.
There are no words on the way home, Nino driving, but the silence is easy. Nino starts humming half-consciously, he merely shuts his eyes.
In the living room he says I'm sorry before Nino has a chance to open his mouth. Nino studies him, eyes unreadable and says, words measured, don't say something you don't mean. When it's not going to change anything.
He scratches his head. I do like fishing and I do mean it.
There is no restraint with you.
But Nino is devoted to his games too, and it's a world I have no access to either, when Nino is in it.
Nino falls silent for a long time.
He walks over to peer up at Nino and nudge him lightly, I like Nino and I like fishing. As much as Nino likes gaming.
He waits. He has all the time. Nino's face seems inscrutable but he knows; the internal battle between staying quietly angry and giving in waging ficerely just beneath the surface.
Nino finally rubs his face with both hands and sighs. Why am I stuck with you. He hears the unspoken whine, why do I have to like you, and teases Nino with, because you like me too much.
That earns him the full death glare and a couple of slaps to the head. He smiles anyway.
Let's go for dinner, he cajoles. I know, let's go find Aiba and Sho, I bet they're still there.
Nino rolls his eyes. Not unless you want Sho to kill you. He catches the phone Nino tosses his way. I hear there's a new place nearby. Does deliveries and food's cheap.
Okay, but I get to choose where we're going the next time.
Whatever, make the call already.
It's a compromise, he settles.
Nino only snorts and disappears into the bedroom.
Later at night he's lying in bed and there's Nino's arm thrown across his stomach in sleep and there's a message from Aiba.
Hey, how did things go? Sho's drunk and half-naked and playing all kinds of English songs on his piano and yodeling badly along.
He couldn't help breaking into a grin at that. But you think he's really hot no matter what, he thinks. He texts.
We're good.