Of Scripts, Cakes and Kisses
Title: Of Scripts, Cakes and Kisses
Author: Tia at the ministryofbees
Pairing: Ohmiya!
Length: One-shot at 968 words
Beta-reader: The ever awesome shilriarizz*hugs*
Genre: Fluff and romance
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ohno was saving the cake. Nino was hungry. Drama unfolds.
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He laid there, eyes closed, stomach pressed comfortably against the cool wooden floor. His head rolled slightly with his chin as the pivot, his mind running over the scenes of the next act that they were supposed to film tomorrow. His arms and legs were spread out and took up most of the living room floor whilst he held a faintly battered, rolled-up copy of the next episode’s script in his hand. With the soft buzzing of the small television playing some random music program in the background, Ohno hummed the words to a monologue about locks and keys and how Aoto Junko’s presumption was wrong.
He heard a door open and soft bare footsteps walking towards him. He knew that it was Nino, emerging from his soundproof music room, where he was weaving brilliant music and carving ethereal melodies for his wonderfully exquisite and highly expected solo. At least, those were Nino’s exact words before he disappeared into the room that morning. He also knew that those were happy footsteps, light and airy as Nino skipped and landed nimbly on top of Ohno, straddling his butt and hugging his slender back. Nino rested his head in the crook of Ohno’s shoulder and nuzzled his neck affectionately, whispering, “Hello there.” Ohno smiled, welcoming the cozy warmth and comfortable weight of Nino through his old t-shirt.
“How is your script memorization going?” Nino asked as he twirled the older man’s hair with his fingers. “It’s okay. How’s your song?” He smirked and answered with a smug look, “It’s coming along wonderfully, as expected of me. I'm almost finished, just a bit more fine-tuning before I send it to the music producer. I can’t wait to blow his mind away when he hears how awesome I can be if I want to.” Ohno saw the confident determination reflected in Nino’s hazel eyes and thought, I love it when Nino is like this, it makes me want to try harder. “Anyway, I’m really hungry. Want me to grab anything from the fridge?” Nino asked absentmindedly, getting off of Ohno and pinching his butt fondly. “A glass of water, please.” “Okay,” Nino said as he skipped into the kitchen. Eyes still closed, Ohno tried to remember where he left off with renewed zeal but it proved to be a bit more difficult with Nino banging around in the kitchen behind him. Ohno wondered idly how such a small guy can make so much noise. I’m around the same size too, but I make only a fraction of the tremendous racket Nino produces daily, Ohno thought.
Footsteps padded back to where Ohno was lying down. “Here ya go,” Nino said as he held the cold glass of water against Ohno’s forehead and placed it in front of him. “Thanks.” Ohno sat up and massaged his neck with one hand whilst reaching out for the glass with the other. As he drank, his eyes started to focus on Nino, who was lounging on the red leather armchair, watching the television as he took big bites out of something on the plate that he was balancing on his hand. Ohno choked violently and spluttered out some water when he realized what was in the plate. “Eh? Are you okay, Oh-chan?” Nino asked worriedly as Ohno wiped his mouth on his sleeves, coughing.
Ohno pointed an accusing finger at Nino, hissing, “You…” Nino’s facial expression changed from concerned to playing innocent in less than a millisecond. “What?” he asked. “I was saving that, you know!” Ohno yelled sulkily. “This? Really?” Nino pointed to what was left on his plate with his fork, which was mostly pink whipped cream, several crumbs of sponge cake and half a strawberry. “That’s the last slice of the cake my mother gave us two nights ago! Didn’t you say that you don’t like strawberry shortcake? I even put a Post-It note on the plate!” Ohno said reproachfully, pouting hard. Nino looked away, hid his smirk behind a hand and said, “I may or may not have said that I didn’t like strawberry shortcake. And I may or may not have seen that Post-It and stuck it onto the orange juice box.”
“You ate that to spite me, didn’t you?” Ohno narrowed his eyes, giving Nino the stinky eye. “No! I was hungry! And there’s nothing else in the fridge! Don’t you feel sorry for your hungry boyfriend?” Nino defended himself, hands clutching his heart in an exaggerated plea for his life. Ohno stood up and lurched towards the armchair, yelling, “I’m still gonna have that cake!” Nino started giggling like mad and screamed, “No~!!” as Ohno landed on top of him and started tickling his sides. “Stop~!!” Nino yelled giddily as Ohno started to attacking his lips, kissing them hungrily and licking the cream off it with his pink tongue. “Mm, delicious,” Ohno breathed against Nino’s mouth. Nino giggled again and kissed Ohno back, biting his lower lip possessively. Ohno’s hands crept into Nino’s shirt and he began to pull them up while Nino desperately tugged the string of Ohno’s pajama bottoms.
Both of them struggled to fit into the armchair as they wriggled about, trying to close in on their proximity before Ohno’s foot slipped and both of them landed in a heap on the floor, giggling like teenagers. Nino kissed the tip of Ohno’s nose and said, “You know, I’m still hungry.” “What do you want me to do?” Ohno asked, kissing the mole on Nino’s chin. “You could call your mom up and tell her that we are coming over for more cake.” “How about I do that in half an hour?” Ohno suggested. “Aww, why?” “Because we still have some unfinished business to settle here,” Ohno whispered and dipped in for a kiss. Nino nodded happily.
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Hope you guys like it!
Comments are printed out, blown up and stuck to the ceiling so I can stare at them lovingly before I drift off to a serene slumber. <3
Something wrong? Boring? Too long? Too short? Not cute enough? Then constructive critism is the way to go! :D
Ramblings:
- An Ohmiya fic!! <3 :D Though I really think I should branch out and create au's, but my imagination is crap these days. Heck, it's crap everyday.
- For those of you who are curious, I've gone back to school! :D Am a school kid again. All ready to learn Le Chatelier's Principle and the role of sarcoplasmic reticulum in muscle cells~! But... LJ first. :D
- I desperately need a good pair of headphones. I miss the gold Audio-Technica ones my sister gave me for my birthday few years back so much. Gone with the wind. ;_;
Author: Tia at the ministryofbees
Pairing: Ohmiya!
Length: One-shot at 968 words
Beta-reader: The ever awesome shilriarizz*hugs*
Genre: Fluff and romance
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ohno was saving the cake. Nino was hungry. Drama unfolds.
*
He laid there, eyes closed, stomach pressed comfortably against the cool wooden floor. His head rolled slightly with his chin as the pivot, his mind running over the scenes of the next act that they were supposed to film tomorrow. His arms and legs were spread out and took up most of the living room floor whilst he held a faintly battered, rolled-up copy of the next episode’s script in his hand. With the soft buzzing of the small television playing some random music program in the background, Ohno hummed the words to a monologue about locks and keys and how Aoto Junko’s presumption was wrong.
He heard a door open and soft bare footsteps walking towards him. He knew that it was Nino, emerging from his soundproof music room, where he was weaving brilliant music and carving ethereal melodies for his wonderfully exquisite and highly expected solo. At least, those were Nino’s exact words before he disappeared into the room that morning. He also knew that those were happy footsteps, light and airy as Nino skipped and landed nimbly on top of Ohno, straddling his butt and hugging his slender back. Nino rested his head in the crook of Ohno’s shoulder and nuzzled his neck affectionately, whispering, “Hello there.” Ohno smiled, welcoming the cozy warmth and comfortable weight of Nino through his old t-shirt.
“How is your script memorization going?” Nino asked as he twirled the older man’s hair with his fingers. “It’s okay. How’s your song?” He smirked and answered with a smug look, “It’s coming along wonderfully, as expected of me. I'm almost finished, just a bit more fine-tuning before I send it to the music producer. I can’t wait to blow his mind away when he hears how awesome I can be if I want to.” Ohno saw the confident determination reflected in Nino’s hazel eyes and thought, I love it when Nino is like this, it makes me want to try harder. “Anyway, I’m really hungry. Want me to grab anything from the fridge?” Nino asked absentmindedly, getting off of Ohno and pinching his butt fondly. “A glass of water, please.” “Okay,” Nino said as he skipped into the kitchen. Eyes still closed, Ohno tried to remember where he left off with renewed zeal but it proved to be a bit more difficult with Nino banging around in the kitchen behind him. Ohno wondered idly how such a small guy can make so much noise. I’m around the same size too, but I make only a fraction of the tremendous racket Nino produces daily, Ohno thought.
Footsteps padded back to where Ohno was lying down. “Here ya go,” Nino said as he held the cold glass of water against Ohno’s forehead and placed it in front of him. “Thanks.” Ohno sat up and massaged his neck with one hand whilst reaching out for the glass with the other. As he drank, his eyes started to focus on Nino, who was lounging on the red leather armchair, watching the television as he took big bites out of something on the plate that he was balancing on his hand. Ohno choked violently and spluttered out some water when he realized what was in the plate. “Eh? Are you okay, Oh-chan?” Nino asked worriedly as Ohno wiped his mouth on his sleeves, coughing.
Ohno pointed an accusing finger at Nino, hissing, “You…” Nino’s facial expression changed from concerned to playing innocent in less than a millisecond. “What?” he asked. “I was saving that, you know!” Ohno yelled sulkily. “This? Really?” Nino pointed to what was left on his plate with his fork, which was mostly pink whipped cream, several crumbs of sponge cake and half a strawberry. “That’s the last slice of the cake my mother gave us two nights ago! Didn’t you say that you don’t like strawberry shortcake? I even put a Post-It note on the plate!” Ohno said reproachfully, pouting hard. Nino looked away, hid his smirk behind a hand and said, “I may or may not have said that I didn’t like strawberry shortcake. And I may or may not have seen that Post-It and stuck it onto the orange juice box.”
“You ate that to spite me, didn’t you?” Ohno narrowed his eyes, giving Nino the stinky eye. “No! I was hungry! And there’s nothing else in the fridge! Don’t you feel sorry for your hungry boyfriend?” Nino defended himself, hands clutching his heart in an exaggerated plea for his life. Ohno stood up and lurched towards the armchair, yelling, “I’m still gonna have that cake!” Nino started giggling like mad and screamed, “No~!!” as Ohno landed on top of him and started tickling his sides. “Stop~!!” Nino yelled giddily as Ohno started to attacking his lips, kissing them hungrily and licking the cream off it with his pink tongue. “Mm, delicious,” Ohno breathed against Nino’s mouth. Nino giggled again and kissed Ohno back, biting his lower lip possessively. Ohno’s hands crept into Nino’s shirt and he began to pull them up while Nino desperately tugged the string of Ohno’s pajama bottoms.
Both of them struggled to fit into the armchair as they wriggled about, trying to close in on their proximity before Ohno’s foot slipped and both of them landed in a heap on the floor, giggling like teenagers. Nino kissed the tip of Ohno’s nose and said, “You know, I’m still hungry.” “What do you want me to do?” Ohno asked, kissing the mole on Nino’s chin. “You could call your mom up and tell her that we are coming over for more cake.” “How about I do that in half an hour?” Ohno suggested. “Aww, why?” “Because we still have some unfinished business to settle here,” Ohno whispered and dipped in for a kiss. Nino nodded happily.
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Hope you guys like it!
Comments are printed out, blown up and stuck to the ceiling so I can stare at them lovingly before I drift off to a serene slumber. <3
Something wrong? Boring? Too long? Too short? Not cute enough? Then constructive critism is the way to go! :D
Ramblings:
- An Ohmiya fic!! <3 :D Though I really think I should branch out and create au's, but my imagination is crap these days. Heck, it's crap everyday.
- For those of you who are curious, I've gone back to school! :D Am a school kid again. All ready to learn Le Chatelier's Principle and the role of sarcoplasmic reticulum in muscle cells~! But... LJ first. :D
- I desperately need a good pair of headphones. I miss the gold Audio-Technica ones my sister gave me for my birthday few years back so much. Gone with the wind. ;_;