[Fic] In Exchange of Services Rendered
Title : [Fic] In Exchange of Services Rendered
Author : Jadey
Pairing : Ohno/Nino, Sho/Jun
Rating : NC 17
Summary : When Ohno came home that day finding Nino on the couch, naked and purring like a cat in heat, and licking his specially-made Ohno’s dick replica dildo with purpose, he knew something was up.
Word count : around 3800 words
Author’s Note : Prompted by the lovely Sharon <3 daisukidesu3
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.one.
When Ohno came home that day finding Nino on the couch, naked and purring like a cat in heat, and licking his specially-made Ohno’s dick replica dildo with purpose, he knew something was up.
Though to be honest, it wasn’t like he had the brain capacity to act like he knew Nino was up to something. He couldn’t. The moment he saw Nino’s dick, hard and throbbing against his belly, and the fake dick in between Nino’s parted lips, his brain sort-of just shut down on itself, allowing his head down south to do the thinking.
.two.
“We have to what?” he grits, amused and equal-parts incredulous despite the fact that the first thing he probably should be doing is pulling his cock out of Nino’s mouth and then punch him. He doesn’t though, because he’s stupid like that. He even moans when Nino tongues the slit, then groaning at the feel of Nino’s fingers cupping his balls to complete the service.
Nino pulls his mouth away from his dick to talk while his hand takes over. “Fuck in front of Sho,” Nino says by way of explanation as he watches the way Nino licks the sticky remnants of his desire around Nino’s lips. Fuck, Nino is a damn tease, really.
“Why?” he asks. The question is out of his mouth when he realized he shouldn’t have said it. Now Nino will expect him to agree, and he can already see it in the way the corner of the damn brat’s mouth tilted in answer.
“Because apparently, he and Jun are dating now and Sho thinks that Jun thinks that they’re supposed to fuck on their second date which is scheduled the day after tomorrow,” Nino explains, all the while pumping Ohno’s dick. “But the thing is, Sho doesn’t know how to.”
“That’s so sad,” he finds himself grumbling, wishing for Nino’s mouth on his cock again, to be honest. He wonders if he will have to agree about it now so Nino can continue sucking him but he figures he won’t be able to back out anymore so he has to think about this carefully. Very carefully.
Nino ducks down and licks a long, wet stripe from the base of Ohno’s cock to the tip and Ohno finds himself swearing under his breath. Damn it, how is he going to think properly if Nino is licking him like he’s a motherfucking hamburger-flavored lollipop?
“I know right?” Nino agrees, thumbing his dick’s slit while looking thoughtfully at Ohno. Ohno finds himself reaching out to touch Nino’s face.
“Can’t he, I don’t know, check the internet for instructions? That’s easier, right?” he says.
Nino shakes his head. “I told him but Sho-chan wants to get it right. He doesn’t want to disappoint Jun and so he needs first-hand experience.”
“You mean he needs to see it up-close, right?” he clarifies, brows furrowed. “because there’s no way I’m letting him have his first-hand experience by fucking you, nope, that’s not gonna happen. He’d have to hire someone else for that.”
This apparently amused Nino because the next time he blinks, his cock is in Nino’s mouth and Nino is smiling through a mouthful of his dick. God, Nino is so cute.
Nino pulls back, ignoring his groans of protests. “Of course not, silly,” Nino says, eyes twinkling with mischief. God, he’s not going to be able to say no now, is he? “He just needs to see how we do it to know it. I’m sure he’ll get the idea.”
“I’m not so sure about this, Nino,” he says, uncertain, because despite the fact that the five of them have been friends for so long that walking around each other naked is a-okay, but to fuck while a bandmate watch? He doesn’t think so.
“You don’t have to worry about anything, Oh-chan,” Nino says, “Just follow my lead and you’ll be fine.”
“Are you going to drug me, then?”
“Do you want me to?” Nino asks, then, shaking his head, he murmurs. “No, Oh-chan.”
He frowns, wondering if Nino is simply being helpful or if there’s more to it than what Nino is telling him. He figures he can check it out himself later.
“Fine,” he agrees, because how can he not? “But it would be better to be prepared. Get me something to drink, at least, so I won’t have to be sober before we do it in front of Sho, because I’ll be honest here, I can’t guarantee my dick’s performance when you know I’m not used to anyone watching me when I’m fucking you.”
“I’ll have your favorite tequila ready, just in case, how’s that?”
“Fair enough.”
Nino smiles at him and kneels up for a kiss, which he gives in to wholeheartedly. The taste of himself on Nino’s tongue fires up every nerve-ending in his body that it’s difficult to think after that, finds himself cupping the back of Nino’s head and kissing Nino deeply as Nino palms his cock, preparing him for what’s to come.
.three.
The cacophony of expression that flits across Sho’s face is as hilarious as it is worrying. Though, to be honest, he really, really should have seen this coming.
“One hundred and fifty thousand Yen,” he repeats, just to make sure he didn’t mishear it. “Are you kidding me?”
Sho looks like Ohno’s just slapped him repeatedly on the face. He’s so red. Ohno wonders if he should be worried. “Shhh,” Sho hushes, and Ohno suddenly feels bad for him. “Are you saying it’s not enough? Because Nino told me -“
“I’m not saying it’s not… you know what, forget it,” he says, knows that if anything, this certainly isn’t Sho’s fault. It’s so obvious but. But damn, he’s been played at and he willingly agreed to it. Damn Nino and his stupid money schemes.
“Are you saying you won’t go through with it?” Sho asks, looking defeated. Ohno wishes he can answer him without ending up punching him instead. He’s so pissed and Nino is not here to make it better. “I already paid half of the agreed amount, Satoshi-kun -“
“Sho-kun, I’m not saying I’m not going to, okay? I’m just. This is stupid, don’t you think? You hiring me and Nino to… to…”
“Nino volunteered,” Sho returns, and Ohno feels like swearing. He can’t though because he doesn’t want to scare Sho off more than he already is. “Said watching you up-close would teach me better than any g-gay porn video will ever teach me.”
“Shit.”
“I’m sorry, Satoshi-kun.”
“It’s not your fault,” he says, meaning it, because to be honest, this is all Nino’s fault. “But I’m going to have to ask you for something.” He smirks. If Nino thinks he’s going to get his money letting Ohno do all the work without letting Ohno have his fun too, he’s clearly mistaken.
“What is it?”
He thumps Sho’s shoulder and grins. “Well you see, I just need you to…”
.four.
“You sure you don’t need the tequila?” Nino asks when he starts tugging off his shirt. Behind them, Ohno spies Sho fiddling with his phone. He is still standing despite the chair Nino has prepared for him to sit on, and Ohno feels the need to ask Nino if he somehow ended up agreeing they’d be filmed too. “No, because if he wants videos then I should have charged him ext - um.”
“What was that?”
Nino smiles sweetly and covers up the way his face turns pink by pecking him on the mouth. He really could have strangled Nino for doing this, for making their supposedly private sex life public and getting money out of it like a couple of common prostitutes but he guesses it couldn’t be helped when he’s in love with a jerk who loves money as much as he loves his significant other’s dick.
“Nothing, lalala, did I say anything? I was just asking you if you’re sure you’re not drinking the tequila.”
He smirks at Sho over Nino’s shoulder and reaches behind to squeeze Nino’s ass for show. Sho looks on with concentration.
“I’ve changed my mind,” he breathes, feeling the telltale feel of Nino’s shudders against him as he plants a quick, wet kiss against the side of Nino’s neck. “Now I want to be one hundred percent sober for this shit.”
.five.
Nino wants to give Sho a good show, it’s obvious, and for the time being, Ohno lets Nino decide what he wants. Sho’s been giving him this meaningful stare every now and then, though it is hard not to think about his planned ‘revenge’ when Nino is acting more of a distressed professor than someone who has been paid a crapful of money for a blowjob demonstration.
But then again, despite the obvious uneasiness, Nino is playing the part well.
“If you use your tongue like this,” Nino says, straightening his tongue for demonstration and making sure Sho is watching; Ohno watches, amused, at the way Nino is trying to keep his fingers from shaking, but the color on his cheeks betrays this. He even took a quick peek to Nino’s dick and knew that Nino’s not even half-hard. Of course Nino is embarrassed - it’s so easy to distinguish the difference when Nino is just acting the part, after all - and Ohno is sure he is going to enjoy this immensely.
Nino then laps at the head of Ohno’s dick as Sho stands idly by, watching, carefully hiding the way his own dick is denting the front of his trousers but Ohno saw it anyway. He moans, honestly not acting at all and letting the sensation of Nino’s tongue punch through him like slow fire.
“Yeah, that’s a good one,” he mumbles, fingers flying to Nino’s hair to steady him, watching the tip of Nino’s tongue flicking across his dripping slit. “I’m sure Jun would like that.” he says, urging Nino on with a slight squeeze of his fingers against the side of Nino’s neck. Nino hums in answer and repeats the action twice.
“T-That’s… It doesn’t taste bad, does it?” Sho asks, ever the curious fellow. Nino pulls back and swallows, and Ohno’s inside twists with renewed lust.
“Oh-chan’s doesn’t,” Nino says, thumbing the head of Ohno’s cock absently. “I’m not sure about Jun’s though. But judging with all those disgusting teas he likes, hmm, I’d say you better not expect much.” Nino mumbles, frowning.
He giggles at that and decides that he better take over. It sure looks like Nino will either end up not going through with it, like they agreed and just make do with the blowjob. Ohno will not let him.
“Nino, show Sho that thing you do with your tongue that I like,” he says, prompting Nino’s attention back to him. Nino raises his head and hums in question. “The curly-slip thing?”
“Um.”
He smiles and ducks down to kiss the top of Nino’s head, meeting Sho’s eyes briefly.
“Come on,” he says, “Show him.”
“Oh-chan -“
He pushes his hips up in answer, his dick hitting Nino’s chin obscenely. Nino gasps as he grasps Nino’s face firmly, directing him.
“Show him.”
Nino blinks once, twice, but otherwise complies.
.six.
There’s so much about this moment that makes him rethink about the extent of what he can and can’t do in the name of love. One of it is the fact that, while he has three fingers inside Nino and watching the ripples of shudder waving their way across Nino’s skin, he is explaining every bit of this to Sho.
“Sho, you have to make sure to loosen him up first,” he says, swallowing past the lump in his throat, immensely glad that he had decided to stay in Arashi and thus he doesn’t have to do this as his night job. “It’s very important. You don’t want to hurt Jun-kun, yes?” he says. Nino arches from the bed, responsive to his touches as ever, despite his earlier crappy performance and he grins, can’t not, pressing one, hard kiss against the back of Nino’s bare thigh in return.
“Nghhh, O-Oh-chan, that’s enough,” Nino keens into his elbow, shaking. Ohno opts on ignoring him in favor of catching Nino’s right leg, hooking his palm under Nino’s calf.
“If you lift his leg like this, it will give you a better angle,” he says, sliding his fingers inside Nino as he demonstrates this. Sho looks on with wide, wide eyes.
Nino writhes, clearly unable to articulate what he wants done to him anymore. Ohno likes him better like this, too, when he’s not thinking and simply letting Ohno do whatever he wants with him. With Nino’s reservations gone and his embarrassment floated out the door the second Ohno pulled him up so he could take over, Nino is exactly how Ohno wants him : skin damp with sweat, flushed and writhing under Ohno’s careful hands.
“Satoshi, I’m sure he gets the point already!” Nino keens, and Ohno has to slap his complaining butt to shut him.
“Kazu, be patient,” he says, watching his fingers disappear inside Nino’s body. He’s doing it purposely slow just because he can. “We are trying to teach Sho, right?”
“Oh-chaaan!” Nino whines, wriggling his hips to get his point across and Ohno simply bites him on the butt, enjoying the little squeak of noise Nino made when he did it. “Get on with it already, please.”
“Stop,” he counters, pulling his fingers out for Sho to see. Nino’s hole is twitching prettily out there in the open; he can’t help it, he leans over and kisses it, runs his tongue over and around it as Nino gasps, then moan low in his throat. Beside him, Sho is grumbling something incoherent under his breath. “Stop, Kazu, okay? We need Sho to see this part clearly or he’s not going to be able to do it properly.”
“You need to fuck me right now, Oh-chan,” Nino grits, and God, that’s the tone of voice he’s always been weak at. His own cock twitches in response to the urgency on Nino’s voice, just as Sho grumbles, lowly…
“Do I really have to lick Jun’s ass like you did, Satoshi-kun?”
“No, you don’t -“
“Sure, if you want to-“
“Um.”
He slaps Nino’s butt again for good measure before shoving three of his fingers in in one go. “One more time, okay? Watch how I do it, Sho-kun. Remember, you have to do it slowly, and make sure your fingernails are clipped. You don’t want to hurt -“
“Fuck, Oh-chan, that’s enough, oh my God!”
“Nino -“
“Nino, will you please shut up,” it’s Sho this time. “I want to get my money’s worth for this lesson, so -“
“Oh my God,” Nino whines, burrowing his face into his arms; “Sho-chan, please tell me you didn’t -“
“He did,” Ohno says, smirking, grabbing Nino’s hips and manhandling him to his back on the bed. His cock is still hard and Ohno doesn’t even hesitate when he ducks down to take Nino’s cock to the back of his throat as he shoves Nino’s legs apart. Nino automatically arches back into him, fingers flying to his hair and moaning. When he pulls back and away but not until he’s done sucking the entire head of Nino’s dick hard, he whispers, “So you’re going to be good and you’re going to let Sho watch till the end, okay?” he says, lining himself above Nino, eyeing the condom thoughtfully and shrugging.
“Condom is important,” he tells Sho conversationally, one hand on his cock and the other on Nino’s leg. “If Jun trusts you, he might ask you not to put it on. But just in case, to be safe, make sure you have one ready. Nino likes it better without it, so -“ he pauses, and pushes in.
“Oh God.”
.seven.
He doesn’t even try to pretend he’s not into this as much as he wants Nino to think. Because he is. He likes fucking Nino as much as he likes everything else they do together, no matter how stupid most of those things are.
“Slide in to the hilt,” he says, fingers shaking around Nino’s hips. “There’s this bundle of nerves inside that, if you hit it just right, will drive Jun batshit crazy with pleasure.” He explains, eyes darting between his cock sliding in to Nino and to the obvious pleasure curling at the corner of Nino’s mouth.
“Oh-chan, God, stop talking,” Nino hisses, fingers grabbing for purchase against Ohno’s arm. One of Nino’s legs is wrapped tightly around his hips, urging him on with each dragging thrust. “Stop explaining, Jesus fucking Christ. Fuck me.” Nino wails at one particular hard thrust, ignoring Nino as he slides all the way in and stills.
“I can show you a different angle, Sho-kun,” he says, wiping the sweat off his brows and grinding his hips. Nino gasps for air as if he’s suffocating, but the look on his face counters this. Nino likes it when he does that move, after all. He pulls out much to Nino’s displeasure, whining noisily as he clasps Nino’s hips tightly.
“Turn over for me,” he commands, voice shaking at the syllable. He can already feel his desire threatening to take over, grunting as Nino does as he’s told and crawls on his hands and knees, pushing his hips out and moaning. “Still with me, Sho-kun?”
Sho clears his throat rather noisily. “Yes.”
“Okay, here we go.”
.eight.
“Oh, fuck. Oh God. Oh shit.”
“I’m hitting it now,” he tells Sho, but not without difficulty. He is pumping his hips in time to each of Nino’s screams, watching Nino’s face contorted with pleasure. He can tell that Nino is so close just with the way he is arching his back and the way he is clawing his fingers onto the sheets, teeth biting into his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. “That spot I was telling you, ahh, about.”
“God, he’s taking you all in,” Sho comments, voice rough and breathy. “Are you sure I’m not going to hurt Jun if I do that?”
“I’m pretty fucking sure he’s going to curse you to hell and back the day after but as you can see, while you’re in the middle of the act and you’re hitting that spot I told you about, he’s going to pretty much ask you to fuck him harder.”
“There! Oh fuck, oh fucking fuck -“ Nino wails in answer, obviously too far gone to even pay attention to anything aside from his obvious blind desire to come. Ohno’s not too far behind, he can feel it, grabbing onto Nino’s hips and starts pumping his own into Nino, hard, rough, grunting as keeps up with the brutal pace.
“Watch, Sho-kun,” he says, voice strain and scratchy, “Watch how I do it. Like this. Nino likes it hard, you see? Ah, fuck, he’s close. God, he’s squeezing me so tight -“
“Fuck me! Oh-chan, ahhh!” Nino screams as he halts into an abrupt stop, burying his cock inside Nino and watching Nino take all of him, watching Nino’s cock jumps once, twice, before Nino is coming with a shout. He doesn’t realize Sho has scooted closer until he’s there, phone aimed to where his and Nino’s bodies are joined, his other free hand cupping himself through his trousers.
He gives Sho just two seconds to film Nino’s cock spurting before he’s at it again, pumping twice as hard, throwing his head back and following the tails of Nino’s pleasure with a long, outdrawn groan.
.nine.
He really should be more upset, but after that mind-blowing orgasm, even the devil himself will play nice. He takes one look at Nino, sees the content and sated smile gracing the corners of Nino’s bruised mouth and he finds himself ducking down to kiss him, soft and gentle.
Carefully, he pulls out of Nino’s body with a wince, still overly sensitive. Nino merely twitches in response, loose-limbed and pliant on the bed even as he moved him so he can reach for the tissue box on the nightstand to clean Nino off.
“Is he going to be alright?” Sho asks from somewhere. Ohno’s too fucking tired to check where he is exactly.
“He’s going to bitch about this later but for now, he’ll sleep it off. I’ll just leave him with a couple of pain relievers to take later when he wakes up.”
“Satoshi-kun?”
“Hmm?”
“Jun wants me to come over to his apartment. Now.”
His brow arches. “Were you chatting with him while I and Nino are - you know what, forget it. I don’t want to know.”
“No,” Sho says, and he actually almost smiles gratefully at that until Sho follows it with, “I was skype-ing him.”
“Get the hell out of here, Sho-kun.”
.ten.
He takes a moment to appreciate his newly-purchased possession, sliding his hands carefully over and across the shiny front when the door to their apartment opens and Nino’s disgruntled voice carries through.
“Oh-chan, where are you? I’m so pissed; do you know what Sho-chan did? He - what the hell is that?” Nino trails, eyes taking in the sight of Ohno’s newly-bought 80-inch wide smart TV.
“A TV.” He says, simply.
Nino blinks and says nothing. He continues. “What was that you’re saying about Sho-kun?”
Nino looks like he’s thinking about it hard. “He… didn’t pay the other half of what he promised me.”
He shrugs. “That’s too bad.”
“Oh-chan, did you somehow -“
“What?”
“You did.”
“I did what?”
Nino runs, tackling him to the couch, looking all ready to murder him. “Give me back my money, Oh-chan!”
“What money?!” he asks, laughing. Nino is hilarious.
“The money you stole from me! The half of Sho-chan’s payment!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about - oww, Nino!”
“Give it back!”
“I can’t, I already spent it!”
“I hate you!”
“It’s my money too, you know? I earned it - oww, oww, that hurts!”
“Give it back or I’m selling that damn TV!”
“Do it and I swear I’m selling my dick to the black market, too! Sure you can live a day without touching my dick?”
“Fuck you!”
“Is that a threat?”
“God, I need that money, Oh-chan!”
“Too bad it’s long gone, ha ha ha.”
Nino sits on him and doesn’t speak for a long while until a smile graces his face, one that is actually a little scary.
“What is it?”
“Fine, you don’t have to return it.” Nino says.
“I can hear a but coming.”
Nino ducks down and kisses him. “I’m just gonna have to sign us up for another fucking session, then.”
He blinks. “No, don’t you dare -“
Nino grins and jumps out of the way before he can reach him.
“Give me back the money and maybe, I will think about it.”
He is taking his wallet out and throwing it to Nino’s face before he realizes it. “You are such a bastard.”
“But you love me, so, what does that make you?”
“An idiot, what else?”
“I love you too, Oh-chan.”
“Hmph.”
Author : Jadey
Pairing : Ohno/Nino, Sho/Jun
Rating : NC 17
Summary : When Ohno came home that day finding Nino on the couch, naked and purring like a cat in heat, and licking his specially-made Ohno’s dick replica dildo with purpose, he knew something was up.
Word count : around 3800 words
Author’s Note : Prompted by the lovely Sharon <3 daisukidesu3
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.one.
When Ohno came home that day finding Nino on the couch, naked and purring like a cat in heat, and licking his specially-made Ohno’s dick replica dildo with purpose, he knew something was up.
Though to be honest, it wasn’t like he had the brain capacity to act like he knew Nino was up to something. He couldn’t. The moment he saw Nino’s dick, hard and throbbing against his belly, and the fake dick in between Nino’s parted lips, his brain sort-of just shut down on itself, allowing his head down south to do the thinking.
.two.
“We have to what?” he grits, amused and equal-parts incredulous despite the fact that the first thing he probably should be doing is pulling his cock out of Nino’s mouth and then punch him. He doesn’t though, because he’s stupid like that. He even moans when Nino tongues the slit, then groaning at the feel of Nino’s fingers cupping his balls to complete the service.
Nino pulls his mouth away from his dick to talk while his hand takes over. “Fuck in front of Sho,” Nino says by way of explanation as he watches the way Nino licks the sticky remnants of his desire around Nino’s lips. Fuck, Nino is a damn tease, really.
“Why?” he asks. The question is out of his mouth when he realized he shouldn’t have said it. Now Nino will expect him to agree, and he can already see it in the way the corner of the damn brat’s mouth tilted in answer.
“Because apparently, he and Jun are dating now and Sho thinks that Jun thinks that they’re supposed to fuck on their second date which is scheduled the day after tomorrow,” Nino explains, all the while pumping Ohno’s dick. “But the thing is, Sho doesn’t know how to.”
“That’s so sad,” he finds himself grumbling, wishing for Nino’s mouth on his cock again, to be honest. He wonders if he will have to agree about it now so Nino can continue sucking him but he figures he won’t be able to back out anymore so he has to think about this carefully. Very carefully.
Nino ducks down and licks a long, wet stripe from the base of Ohno’s cock to the tip and Ohno finds himself swearing under his breath. Damn it, how is he going to think properly if Nino is licking him like he’s a motherfucking hamburger-flavored lollipop?
“I know right?” Nino agrees, thumbing his dick’s slit while looking thoughtfully at Ohno. Ohno finds himself reaching out to touch Nino’s face.
“Can’t he, I don’t know, check the internet for instructions? That’s easier, right?” he says.
Nino shakes his head. “I told him but Sho-chan wants to get it right. He doesn’t want to disappoint Jun and so he needs first-hand experience.”
“You mean he needs to see it up-close, right?” he clarifies, brows furrowed. “because there’s no way I’m letting him have his first-hand experience by fucking you, nope, that’s not gonna happen. He’d have to hire someone else for that.”
This apparently amused Nino because the next time he blinks, his cock is in Nino’s mouth and Nino is smiling through a mouthful of his dick. God, Nino is so cute.
Nino pulls back, ignoring his groans of protests. “Of course not, silly,” Nino says, eyes twinkling with mischief. God, he’s not going to be able to say no now, is he? “He just needs to see how we do it to know it. I’m sure he’ll get the idea.”
“I’m not so sure about this, Nino,” he says, uncertain, because despite the fact that the five of them have been friends for so long that walking around each other naked is a-okay, but to fuck while a bandmate watch? He doesn’t think so.
“You don’t have to worry about anything, Oh-chan,” Nino says, “Just follow my lead and you’ll be fine.”
“Are you going to drug me, then?”
“Do you want me to?” Nino asks, then, shaking his head, he murmurs. “No, Oh-chan.”
He frowns, wondering if Nino is simply being helpful or if there’s more to it than what Nino is telling him. He figures he can check it out himself later.
“Fine,” he agrees, because how can he not? “But it would be better to be prepared. Get me something to drink, at least, so I won’t have to be sober before we do it in front of Sho, because I’ll be honest here, I can’t guarantee my dick’s performance when you know I’m not used to anyone watching me when I’m fucking you.”
“I’ll have your favorite tequila ready, just in case, how’s that?”
“Fair enough.”
Nino smiles at him and kneels up for a kiss, which he gives in to wholeheartedly. The taste of himself on Nino’s tongue fires up every nerve-ending in his body that it’s difficult to think after that, finds himself cupping the back of Nino’s head and kissing Nino deeply as Nino palms his cock, preparing him for what’s to come.
.three.
The cacophony of expression that flits across Sho’s face is as hilarious as it is worrying. Though, to be honest, he really, really should have seen this coming.
“One hundred and fifty thousand Yen,” he repeats, just to make sure he didn’t mishear it. “Are you kidding me?”
Sho looks like Ohno’s just slapped him repeatedly on the face. He’s so red. Ohno wonders if he should be worried. “Shhh,” Sho hushes, and Ohno suddenly feels bad for him. “Are you saying it’s not enough? Because Nino told me -“
“I’m not saying it’s not… you know what, forget it,” he says, knows that if anything, this certainly isn’t Sho’s fault. It’s so obvious but. But damn, he’s been played at and he willingly agreed to it. Damn Nino and his stupid money schemes.
“Are you saying you won’t go through with it?” Sho asks, looking defeated. Ohno wishes he can answer him without ending up punching him instead. He’s so pissed and Nino is not here to make it better. “I already paid half of the agreed amount, Satoshi-kun -“
“Sho-kun, I’m not saying I’m not going to, okay? I’m just. This is stupid, don’t you think? You hiring me and Nino to… to…”
“Nino volunteered,” Sho returns, and Ohno feels like swearing. He can’t though because he doesn’t want to scare Sho off more than he already is. “Said watching you up-close would teach me better than any g-gay porn video will ever teach me.”
“Shit.”
“I’m sorry, Satoshi-kun.”
“It’s not your fault,” he says, meaning it, because to be honest, this is all Nino’s fault. “But I’m going to have to ask you for something.” He smirks. If Nino thinks he’s going to get his money letting Ohno do all the work without letting Ohno have his fun too, he’s clearly mistaken.
“What is it?”
He thumps Sho’s shoulder and grins. “Well you see, I just need you to…”
.four.
“You sure you don’t need the tequila?” Nino asks when he starts tugging off his shirt. Behind them, Ohno spies Sho fiddling with his phone. He is still standing despite the chair Nino has prepared for him to sit on, and Ohno feels the need to ask Nino if he somehow ended up agreeing they’d be filmed too. “No, because if he wants videos then I should have charged him ext - um.”
“What was that?”
Nino smiles sweetly and covers up the way his face turns pink by pecking him on the mouth. He really could have strangled Nino for doing this, for making their supposedly private sex life public and getting money out of it like a couple of common prostitutes but he guesses it couldn’t be helped when he’s in love with a jerk who loves money as much as he loves his significant other’s dick.
“Nothing, lalala, did I say anything? I was just asking you if you’re sure you’re not drinking the tequila.”
He smirks at Sho over Nino’s shoulder and reaches behind to squeeze Nino’s ass for show. Sho looks on with concentration.
“I’ve changed my mind,” he breathes, feeling the telltale feel of Nino’s shudders against him as he plants a quick, wet kiss against the side of Nino’s neck. “Now I want to be one hundred percent sober for this shit.”
.five.
Nino wants to give Sho a good show, it’s obvious, and for the time being, Ohno lets Nino decide what he wants. Sho’s been giving him this meaningful stare every now and then, though it is hard not to think about his planned ‘revenge’ when Nino is acting more of a distressed professor than someone who has been paid a crapful of money for a blowjob demonstration.
But then again, despite the obvious uneasiness, Nino is playing the part well.
“If you use your tongue like this,” Nino says, straightening his tongue for demonstration and making sure Sho is watching; Ohno watches, amused, at the way Nino is trying to keep his fingers from shaking, but the color on his cheeks betrays this. He even took a quick peek to Nino’s dick and knew that Nino’s not even half-hard. Of course Nino is embarrassed - it’s so easy to distinguish the difference when Nino is just acting the part, after all - and Ohno is sure he is going to enjoy this immensely.
Nino then laps at the head of Ohno’s dick as Sho stands idly by, watching, carefully hiding the way his own dick is denting the front of his trousers but Ohno saw it anyway. He moans, honestly not acting at all and letting the sensation of Nino’s tongue punch through him like slow fire.
“Yeah, that’s a good one,” he mumbles, fingers flying to Nino’s hair to steady him, watching the tip of Nino’s tongue flicking across his dripping slit. “I’m sure Jun would like that.” he says, urging Nino on with a slight squeeze of his fingers against the side of Nino’s neck. Nino hums in answer and repeats the action twice.
“T-That’s… It doesn’t taste bad, does it?” Sho asks, ever the curious fellow. Nino pulls back and swallows, and Ohno’s inside twists with renewed lust.
“Oh-chan’s doesn’t,” Nino says, thumbing the head of Ohno’s cock absently. “I’m not sure about Jun’s though. But judging with all those disgusting teas he likes, hmm, I’d say you better not expect much.” Nino mumbles, frowning.
He giggles at that and decides that he better take over. It sure looks like Nino will either end up not going through with it, like they agreed and just make do with the blowjob. Ohno will not let him.
“Nino, show Sho that thing you do with your tongue that I like,” he says, prompting Nino’s attention back to him. Nino raises his head and hums in question. “The curly-slip thing?”
“Um.”
He smiles and ducks down to kiss the top of Nino’s head, meeting Sho’s eyes briefly.
“Come on,” he says, “Show him.”
“Oh-chan -“
He pushes his hips up in answer, his dick hitting Nino’s chin obscenely. Nino gasps as he grasps Nino’s face firmly, directing him.
“Show him.”
Nino blinks once, twice, but otherwise complies.
.six.
There’s so much about this moment that makes him rethink about the extent of what he can and can’t do in the name of love. One of it is the fact that, while he has three fingers inside Nino and watching the ripples of shudder waving their way across Nino’s skin, he is explaining every bit of this to Sho.
“Sho, you have to make sure to loosen him up first,” he says, swallowing past the lump in his throat, immensely glad that he had decided to stay in Arashi and thus he doesn’t have to do this as his night job. “It’s very important. You don’t want to hurt Jun-kun, yes?” he says. Nino arches from the bed, responsive to his touches as ever, despite his earlier crappy performance and he grins, can’t not, pressing one, hard kiss against the back of Nino’s bare thigh in return.
“Nghhh, O-Oh-chan, that’s enough,” Nino keens into his elbow, shaking. Ohno opts on ignoring him in favor of catching Nino’s right leg, hooking his palm under Nino’s calf.
“If you lift his leg like this, it will give you a better angle,” he says, sliding his fingers inside Nino as he demonstrates this. Sho looks on with wide, wide eyes.
Nino writhes, clearly unable to articulate what he wants done to him anymore. Ohno likes him better like this, too, when he’s not thinking and simply letting Ohno do whatever he wants with him. With Nino’s reservations gone and his embarrassment floated out the door the second Ohno pulled him up so he could take over, Nino is exactly how Ohno wants him : skin damp with sweat, flushed and writhing under Ohno’s careful hands.
“Satoshi, I’m sure he gets the point already!” Nino keens, and Ohno has to slap his complaining butt to shut him.
“Kazu, be patient,” he says, watching his fingers disappear inside Nino’s body. He’s doing it purposely slow just because he can. “We are trying to teach Sho, right?”
“Oh-chaaan!” Nino whines, wriggling his hips to get his point across and Ohno simply bites him on the butt, enjoying the little squeak of noise Nino made when he did it. “Get on with it already, please.”
“Stop,” he counters, pulling his fingers out for Sho to see. Nino’s hole is twitching prettily out there in the open; he can’t help it, he leans over and kisses it, runs his tongue over and around it as Nino gasps, then moan low in his throat. Beside him, Sho is grumbling something incoherent under his breath. “Stop, Kazu, okay? We need Sho to see this part clearly or he’s not going to be able to do it properly.”
“You need to fuck me right now, Oh-chan,” Nino grits, and God, that’s the tone of voice he’s always been weak at. His own cock twitches in response to the urgency on Nino’s voice, just as Sho grumbles, lowly…
“Do I really have to lick Jun’s ass like you did, Satoshi-kun?”
“No, you don’t -“
“Sure, if you want to-“
“Um.”
He slaps Nino’s butt again for good measure before shoving three of his fingers in in one go. “One more time, okay? Watch how I do it, Sho-kun. Remember, you have to do it slowly, and make sure your fingernails are clipped. You don’t want to hurt -“
“Fuck, Oh-chan, that’s enough, oh my God!”
“Nino -“
“Nino, will you please shut up,” it’s Sho this time. “I want to get my money’s worth for this lesson, so -“
“Oh my God,” Nino whines, burrowing his face into his arms; “Sho-chan, please tell me you didn’t -“
“He did,” Ohno says, smirking, grabbing Nino’s hips and manhandling him to his back on the bed. His cock is still hard and Ohno doesn’t even hesitate when he ducks down to take Nino’s cock to the back of his throat as he shoves Nino’s legs apart. Nino automatically arches back into him, fingers flying to his hair and moaning. When he pulls back and away but not until he’s done sucking the entire head of Nino’s dick hard, he whispers, “So you’re going to be good and you’re going to let Sho watch till the end, okay?” he says, lining himself above Nino, eyeing the condom thoughtfully and shrugging.
“Condom is important,” he tells Sho conversationally, one hand on his cock and the other on Nino’s leg. “If Jun trusts you, he might ask you not to put it on. But just in case, to be safe, make sure you have one ready. Nino likes it better without it, so -“ he pauses, and pushes in.
“Oh God.”
.seven.
He doesn’t even try to pretend he’s not into this as much as he wants Nino to think. Because he is. He likes fucking Nino as much as he likes everything else they do together, no matter how stupid most of those things are.
“Slide in to the hilt,” he says, fingers shaking around Nino’s hips. “There’s this bundle of nerves inside that, if you hit it just right, will drive Jun batshit crazy with pleasure.” He explains, eyes darting between his cock sliding in to Nino and to the obvious pleasure curling at the corner of Nino’s mouth.
“Oh-chan, God, stop talking,” Nino hisses, fingers grabbing for purchase against Ohno’s arm. One of Nino’s legs is wrapped tightly around his hips, urging him on with each dragging thrust. “Stop explaining, Jesus fucking Christ. Fuck me.” Nino wails at one particular hard thrust, ignoring Nino as he slides all the way in and stills.
“I can show you a different angle, Sho-kun,” he says, wiping the sweat off his brows and grinding his hips. Nino gasps for air as if he’s suffocating, but the look on his face counters this. Nino likes it when he does that move, after all. He pulls out much to Nino’s displeasure, whining noisily as he clasps Nino’s hips tightly.
“Turn over for me,” he commands, voice shaking at the syllable. He can already feel his desire threatening to take over, grunting as Nino does as he’s told and crawls on his hands and knees, pushing his hips out and moaning. “Still with me, Sho-kun?”
Sho clears his throat rather noisily. “Yes.”
“Okay, here we go.”
.eight.
“Oh, fuck. Oh God. Oh shit.”
“I’m hitting it now,” he tells Sho, but not without difficulty. He is pumping his hips in time to each of Nino’s screams, watching Nino’s face contorted with pleasure. He can tell that Nino is so close just with the way he is arching his back and the way he is clawing his fingers onto the sheets, teeth biting into his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. “That spot I was telling you, ahh, about.”
“God, he’s taking you all in,” Sho comments, voice rough and breathy. “Are you sure I’m not going to hurt Jun if I do that?”
“I’m pretty fucking sure he’s going to curse you to hell and back the day after but as you can see, while you’re in the middle of the act and you’re hitting that spot I told you about, he’s going to pretty much ask you to fuck him harder.”
“There! Oh fuck, oh fucking fuck -“ Nino wails in answer, obviously too far gone to even pay attention to anything aside from his obvious blind desire to come. Ohno’s not too far behind, he can feel it, grabbing onto Nino’s hips and starts pumping his own into Nino, hard, rough, grunting as keeps up with the brutal pace.
“Watch, Sho-kun,” he says, voice strain and scratchy, “Watch how I do it. Like this. Nino likes it hard, you see? Ah, fuck, he’s close. God, he’s squeezing me so tight -“
“Fuck me! Oh-chan, ahhh!” Nino screams as he halts into an abrupt stop, burying his cock inside Nino and watching Nino take all of him, watching Nino’s cock jumps once, twice, before Nino is coming with a shout. He doesn’t realize Sho has scooted closer until he’s there, phone aimed to where his and Nino’s bodies are joined, his other free hand cupping himself through his trousers.
He gives Sho just two seconds to film Nino’s cock spurting before he’s at it again, pumping twice as hard, throwing his head back and following the tails of Nino’s pleasure with a long, outdrawn groan.
.nine.
He really should be more upset, but after that mind-blowing orgasm, even the devil himself will play nice. He takes one look at Nino, sees the content and sated smile gracing the corners of Nino’s bruised mouth and he finds himself ducking down to kiss him, soft and gentle.
Carefully, he pulls out of Nino’s body with a wince, still overly sensitive. Nino merely twitches in response, loose-limbed and pliant on the bed even as he moved him so he can reach for the tissue box on the nightstand to clean Nino off.
“Is he going to be alright?” Sho asks from somewhere. Ohno’s too fucking tired to check where he is exactly.
“He’s going to bitch about this later but for now, he’ll sleep it off. I’ll just leave him with a couple of pain relievers to take later when he wakes up.”
“Satoshi-kun?”
“Hmm?”
“Jun wants me to come over to his apartment. Now.”
His brow arches. “Were you chatting with him while I and Nino are - you know what, forget it. I don’t want to know.”
“No,” Sho says, and he actually almost smiles gratefully at that until Sho follows it with, “I was skype-ing him.”
“Get the hell out of here, Sho-kun.”
.ten.
He takes a moment to appreciate his newly-purchased possession, sliding his hands carefully over and across the shiny front when the door to their apartment opens and Nino’s disgruntled voice carries through.
“Oh-chan, where are you? I’m so pissed; do you know what Sho-chan did? He - what the hell is that?” Nino trails, eyes taking in the sight of Ohno’s newly-bought 80-inch wide smart TV.
“A TV.” He says, simply.
Nino blinks and says nothing. He continues. “What was that you’re saying about Sho-kun?”
Nino looks like he’s thinking about it hard. “He… didn’t pay the other half of what he promised me.”
He shrugs. “That’s too bad.”
“Oh-chan, did you somehow -“
“What?”
“You did.”
“I did what?”
Nino runs, tackling him to the couch, looking all ready to murder him. “Give me back my money, Oh-chan!”
“What money?!” he asks, laughing. Nino is hilarious.
“The money you stole from me! The half of Sho-chan’s payment!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about - oww, Nino!”
“Give it back!”
“I can’t, I already spent it!”
“I hate you!”
“It’s my money too, you know? I earned it - oww, oww, that hurts!”
“Give it back or I’m selling that damn TV!”
“Do it and I swear I’m selling my dick to the black market, too! Sure you can live a day without touching my dick?”
“Fuck you!”
“Is that a threat?”
“God, I need that money, Oh-chan!”
“Too bad it’s long gone, ha ha ha.”
Nino sits on him and doesn’t speak for a long while until a smile graces his face, one that is actually a little scary.
“What is it?”
“Fine, you don’t have to return it.” Nino says.
“I can hear a but coming.”
Nino ducks down and kisses him. “I’m just gonna have to sign us up for another fucking session, then.”
He blinks. “No, don’t you dare -“
Nino grins and jumps out of the way before he can reach him.
“Give me back the money and maybe, I will think about it.”
He is taking his wallet out and throwing it to Nino’s face before he realizes it. “You are such a bastard.”
“But you love me, so, what does that make you?”
“An idiot, what else?”
“I love you too, Oh-chan.”
“Hmph.”