[Fic] Better than Vitamins
Title : [Fic] Better than Vitamins
Author : Jadey
Pairing : Ohno/Nino
Rating : NC17
Summary : Nino smiles and vaguely coughs into the palm of his hand, wishing the subtle way he is doing it is enough to stave Ohno’s worries off; he can honestly feel it radiating from Ohno even from miles away but to be honest, at the moment, Ohno’s worries are certainly the least of his concerns. Especially when there are two things he is simultaneously trying to avoid: clearing his throat and making eye contact with Jun.
Word count : around 1800 words
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Note : So I took my roommate to the clinic last night because she was suffering from severe sore throat. I told her it was probably because of too much bj. She simply laughed. I told Sharon daisukidesu3 and she told me it’s a good fic prompt. WHAT IS MY LIFE, REALLY. XD Sorry, this is somewhat rushed and unbeta. Sorry.
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Ohno slides his fingers round the back of Nino’s head, pulling Nino carefully away from him.
“Are you really okay?” he asks, frowning at the sight of Nino’s bruised-red lips and the sound of Nino clearing his throat noisily. He is certain Nino’s not fine at all, but Nino waved him off the first time he asked Nino if they should maybe stop for a bit so he could get Nino something to drink.
Nino nods in agreement but he doesn’t say anything, thumb stroking the slit of Ohno’s cock, smearing precum all over it as Nino swallows hard. Ohno is distracted for a moment, watching Nino’s mouth and the sticky evidence of Ohno’s own desire he left there, until Nino is clearing his throat again.
He sighs, slides a tender fingers across Nino’s cheek before he is worming his hand around Nino’s nape, ducking down to kiss him. When he pulls away, he is pulling Nino upright with him, ignoring Nino’s whines of protest as he wraps an arm around Nino’s waist to pull him in.
Nino stubbornly refuses, pushing Ohno back on the couch before Nino is once again on his knees in between Ohno’s spread legs. “I said I’m fine, Oh-chan,” Nino mumbles, fingers insistent around Ohno’s cock despite the fact that Ohno is batting them away. “It’s just sore throat.”
“You don’t look fine,” Ohno says, then, “Are you sure you don’t need to have it checked?” he adds, still worried, though it came out rather husky because Nino’s mouth is on him, swallowing him down and taking Ohno’s cock to the back of his throat while humming. “God damn it, Nino.” He curses, and whatever it is he is about to say ended up lost in between as he struggles to remain still, watching Nino’s bobbing head beneath his careful grip.
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Nino smiles and vaguely coughs into the palm of his hand, wishing the subtle way he is doing it is enough to stave Ohno’s worries off; he can honestly feel it radiating from Ohno even from miles away but to be honest, at the moment, Ohno’s worries are certainly the least of his concerns. Especially when there are two things he is simultaneously trying to avoid: clearing his throat and making eye contact with Jun.
He knows it’s going to be one hell of a task, pretending he’s okay when he’s not. Well, he is, but not so much, and as much as he likes to think that this stupid sore throat is going to leave him in peace in the next several minutes, at least before Jun realizes exactly what is happening, he has to do his best. It wouldn’t do good to have Jun know his throat is acting up because that only means Jun will try (or otherwise, force) some foul-tasting herbal tea concoction into him if he as much as give the slightest indication that he’s not feeling well.
“Ninomiya, are you okay?” and here comes himself, his arms crossed over his chest as he surveys Nino with a look that makes the hair at the back of Nino’s neck stand on end. Nino blinks and does his best to look as innocent as he dares to be, but his damn throat is itching and if he doesn’t clear it in two seconds, he knows he’ll end up coughing like a patient suffering of tuberculosis.
He shakes his head vigorously instead. “I thought I heard you clearing your throat several times since you and Leader came in,” Jun says with a frown, looking obviously unconvinced.
He opens his mouth to say he’s okay but ends up bent over instead, coughing his lungs out as someone’s hands, warm and familiar, are on his back, stroking him.
“Okay, that’s it,” Jun announces, sounding like he is on the verge of snapping. “You and me, we are going to the doctor. Now.”
“But -“
“No buts, Ninomiya! Our first show is in two days, you don’t actually want to go up onstage coughing like a dying old man, do you?”
“Eh, but it’s just sore throat -“
“I don’t care!” Jun hisses, and Nino finds himself backed against Ohno’s chest, Ohno’s mouth whispering encouraging things in his ear. “We’re going to have it checked, now.” Jun half-screams, grabbing him by the elbows so hard he almost stumbled face-first against Jun’s chest.
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(Later, the doctor prescribed a ton of antibiotics that Nino had to take for two weeks. Jun is horrified when Nino asks if this means he isn’t allowed to give blowjobs until he’s better.)
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“Two weeks?” is the first thing Ohno says when Nino told him about the medicines. He is on the couch and snuggled up to Ohno.
“Yeah, two weeks of antibiotics and no blowjobs,” he says, miserably, into the fabric of Ohno’s sleeves. It’s probably for the best, Jun said so himself that blowjobs might hinder his throat from recovering fast (even though Jun sure looked like he was choking on the words instead), but it doesn’t necessarily mean Nino is down with it, or that he’s agreeing to it wholeheartedly because he doesn’t. He sulks; feeling like something dear to him had been stolen from him quite hastily.
Sucking Ohno off is one of his most favorite things to do, after all, and this stupid sore throat is going to deprive him of it for two fucking weeks. Nino thinks it is one good reason to sulk, so sue him.
“That’s so sad,” Ohno says, and Nino can hear the pout in his voice. He nods. “But anyway, it’s fine,” Ohno says; Nino perks up despite himself. He pulls away and stares at Ohno expectantly. “I can still give them to you, right? I’m not the one with the sore throat here, you know.”
Nino grins. “If you like.”
“Sure, no problem,” Ohno says, pinching Nino’s cheeks. “Just tell me when you want it and I’ll do it.”
Nino giggles and leans up to peck Ohno’s nose. “How about now?”
Ohno grins back. “”Sure,” Ohno agrees easily. “Sit properly, then.”
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Nino whines in frustration as Ohno abruptly stops, withdrawing his mouth but thankfully leaving his fingers where they are, wrapped around the base of Nino’s dick. Nino’s own fingers are curled around Ohno’s ears, trying his hardest not to outright tug Ohno down and let him continue what he was doing.
“Oh-chaaaan, why did you stop?” he whines, frustration and arousal mingling, but Ohno seems lost in thought as he stares at Nino’s dick while licking his lips.
Ohno raises his head. “The taste is off,” Ohno says.
“Huh,” Nino frowns, and is half-way from considering thumbing his own cock for a taste when he realizes what must be causing it. “Ah, it’s probably because of the medicine.” He says.
“Maybe?”
Nino pulls Ohno up and grabs the back of his head. “Not sure but -“ he pauses, pulling Ohno to him for a kiss, shoving his tongue inside Ohno’s mouth for a thorough taste. Soon Nino is sucking on Ohno’s tongue, humming thoughtfully.
“Uh, you’re right,” he says, grimacing when he pulls away. “The taste really is off.”
“Told you,” Ohno says, hands possessive around Nino’s hips. “So what shall we do now?”
Nino smiles and presses a kiss to the corner of Ohno’s mouth as he produces the tube of lube and shoves it playfully to Ohno’s chest.
“Forget the blowjob,” Nino says, “Fuck me instead?”
Nino likes the way Ohno returns his smile with one that is way sheepish than Nino gives him credit for.
“Sure, if you like.”
Nino hides his giggles against Ohno’s neck. “Sure.”
“Okay.”
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“Nino, stop,” Ohno grits, hips pumping into him in earnest, and Nino gives up trying to pretend he’s not enjoying the way Ohno’s cock is fucking into him hard and fast, clawing his fingers around Ohno’s back as he bucks to each of Ohno’s thrusts. “You’re so loud, God, and you’re throat, oh fuck.” Ohno hisses. He doesn’t even realize he is screaming till Ohno pointed it out, his voice hoarse and scratchy the next time he calls Ohno’s name.
“Matsumoto-san, uh, will - ah, fuck - kill me if you’re not - shit -“ Ohno rolls his hips once, then ends the maneuver with a fucking delicious jerk that has Nino screaming his name before either of them realizes it.
“Oh-chan, oh god, oh - fuck me, stop talking and just - fuck fuck fuck -“ he yells, back arching as sensation punches through him like lightning. He’s so close and Ohno pulling himself out and ramming back in in the same hurried breath is enough to tip Nino over the edge without either of them touching him.
“Oh God! Oh-chan!” he screams and that’s it, that’s the last coherent thing he is able to say before he is spilling his pleasure in between his and Ohno’s bodies, shaking through it, vaguely feeling Ohno’s cock sliding into him time and time again and Ohno grunting low and gravely before he, too, is coming inside Nino’s ass with a muffled shout.
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Nino pouts. It’s not his fault his voice decides to take a vacation, is it?
“WHAT IN HELL DID YOU DO?” Jun yells, in CAPS, and Nino feels like cowering. “NO, SERIOUSLY, WHAT DID YOU DO?”
He opens his mouth to talk but the only thing that comes is air. Opposite him, Ohno looks torn between coming to his rescue and hiding himself behind Sho. It’s actually pretty hilarious, but also terrifying, what with the fact that Jun looks this close from murdering him and Ohno both.
He shakes his head, trying not to piss Jun off more than he already are, bowing his head in apology. This, however, is an entirely stupid move on his part. He doesn’t realize Jun is standing in front of him, fingers shoving his collar aside and looking like he is about to pop a vein as he stares at what could possibly Ohno’s bite marks peppering his neck.
“I TOLD YOU TO HOLD OFF THE BLOWJOB, DIDN’T I? OH MY GOD, CAN I KILL YOU NOW?” Jun hisses. Sho, thankfully, is there to stop Jun in time just before Jun is able to strangle Nino’s neck, dragging Jun away.
“So,” says Aiba, looking at them both warily. “He told you to hold off the blowjob, huh?”
Ohno recovers quickly, sitting himself next to Nino and draping his arms around Nino’s waist. “We did,” he says. Nino giggles despite himself, because it was the truth.
“Huh?” Aiba says, intelligently, “Then how come Nino-chan still lost his voice? You know the infection is -“
“It’s because he wouldn’t stop screaming,” Ohno whispers, as if he’s in pain. Aiba blinks. “I… you know?”
“Oh.”
“Well.”
“Oh!”
Nino shoves Ohno and aims a kick at Aiba.
Author : Jadey
Pairing : Ohno/Nino
Rating : NC17
Summary : Nino smiles and vaguely coughs into the palm of his hand, wishing the subtle way he is doing it is enough to stave Ohno’s worries off; he can honestly feel it radiating from Ohno even from miles away but to be honest, at the moment, Ohno’s worries are certainly the least of his concerns. Especially when there are two things he is simultaneously trying to avoid: clearing his throat and making eye contact with Jun.
Word count : around 1800 words
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Note : So I took my roommate to the clinic last night because she was suffering from severe sore throat. I told her it was probably because of too much bj. She simply laughed. I told Sharon daisukidesu3 and she told me it’s a good fic prompt. WHAT IS MY LIFE, REALLY. XD Sorry, this is somewhat rushed and unbeta. Sorry.
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Ohno slides his fingers round the back of Nino’s head, pulling Nino carefully away from him.
“Are you really okay?” he asks, frowning at the sight of Nino’s bruised-red lips and the sound of Nino clearing his throat noisily. He is certain Nino’s not fine at all, but Nino waved him off the first time he asked Nino if they should maybe stop for a bit so he could get Nino something to drink.
Nino nods in agreement but he doesn’t say anything, thumb stroking the slit of Ohno’s cock, smearing precum all over it as Nino swallows hard. Ohno is distracted for a moment, watching Nino’s mouth and the sticky evidence of Ohno’s own desire he left there, until Nino is clearing his throat again.
He sighs, slides a tender fingers across Nino’s cheek before he is worming his hand around Nino’s nape, ducking down to kiss him. When he pulls away, he is pulling Nino upright with him, ignoring Nino’s whines of protest as he wraps an arm around Nino’s waist to pull him in.
Nino stubbornly refuses, pushing Ohno back on the couch before Nino is once again on his knees in between Ohno’s spread legs. “I said I’m fine, Oh-chan,” Nino mumbles, fingers insistent around Ohno’s cock despite the fact that Ohno is batting them away. “It’s just sore throat.”
“You don’t look fine,” Ohno says, then, “Are you sure you don’t need to have it checked?” he adds, still worried, though it came out rather husky because Nino’s mouth is on him, swallowing him down and taking Ohno’s cock to the back of his throat while humming. “God damn it, Nino.” He curses, and whatever it is he is about to say ended up lost in between as he struggles to remain still, watching Nino’s bobbing head beneath his careful grip.
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Nino smiles and vaguely coughs into the palm of his hand, wishing the subtle way he is doing it is enough to stave Ohno’s worries off; he can honestly feel it radiating from Ohno even from miles away but to be honest, at the moment, Ohno’s worries are certainly the least of his concerns. Especially when there are two things he is simultaneously trying to avoid: clearing his throat and making eye contact with Jun.
He knows it’s going to be one hell of a task, pretending he’s okay when he’s not. Well, he is, but not so much, and as much as he likes to think that this stupid sore throat is going to leave him in peace in the next several minutes, at least before Jun realizes exactly what is happening, he has to do his best. It wouldn’t do good to have Jun know his throat is acting up because that only means Jun will try (or otherwise, force) some foul-tasting herbal tea concoction into him if he as much as give the slightest indication that he’s not feeling well.
“Ninomiya, are you okay?” and here comes himself, his arms crossed over his chest as he surveys Nino with a look that makes the hair at the back of Nino’s neck stand on end. Nino blinks and does his best to look as innocent as he dares to be, but his damn throat is itching and if he doesn’t clear it in two seconds, he knows he’ll end up coughing like a patient suffering of tuberculosis.
He shakes his head vigorously instead. “I thought I heard you clearing your throat several times since you and Leader came in,” Jun says with a frown, looking obviously unconvinced.
He opens his mouth to say he’s okay but ends up bent over instead, coughing his lungs out as someone’s hands, warm and familiar, are on his back, stroking him.
“Okay, that’s it,” Jun announces, sounding like he is on the verge of snapping. “You and me, we are going to the doctor. Now.”
“But -“
“No buts, Ninomiya! Our first show is in two days, you don’t actually want to go up onstage coughing like a dying old man, do you?”
“Eh, but it’s just sore throat -“
“I don’t care!” Jun hisses, and Nino finds himself backed against Ohno’s chest, Ohno’s mouth whispering encouraging things in his ear. “We’re going to have it checked, now.” Jun half-screams, grabbing him by the elbows so hard he almost stumbled face-first against Jun’s chest.
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(Later, the doctor prescribed a ton of antibiotics that Nino had to take for two weeks. Jun is horrified when Nino asks if this means he isn’t allowed to give blowjobs until he’s better.)
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“Two weeks?” is the first thing Ohno says when Nino told him about the medicines. He is on the couch and snuggled up to Ohno.
“Yeah, two weeks of antibiotics and no blowjobs,” he says, miserably, into the fabric of Ohno’s sleeves. It’s probably for the best, Jun said so himself that blowjobs might hinder his throat from recovering fast (even though Jun sure looked like he was choking on the words instead), but it doesn’t necessarily mean Nino is down with it, or that he’s agreeing to it wholeheartedly because he doesn’t. He sulks; feeling like something dear to him had been stolen from him quite hastily.
Sucking Ohno off is one of his most favorite things to do, after all, and this stupid sore throat is going to deprive him of it for two fucking weeks. Nino thinks it is one good reason to sulk, so sue him.
“That’s so sad,” Ohno says, and Nino can hear the pout in his voice. He nods. “But anyway, it’s fine,” Ohno says; Nino perks up despite himself. He pulls away and stares at Ohno expectantly. “I can still give them to you, right? I’m not the one with the sore throat here, you know.”
Nino grins. “If you like.”
“Sure, no problem,” Ohno says, pinching Nino’s cheeks. “Just tell me when you want it and I’ll do it.”
Nino giggles and leans up to peck Ohno’s nose. “How about now?”
Ohno grins back. “”Sure,” Ohno agrees easily. “Sit properly, then.”
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Nino whines in frustration as Ohno abruptly stops, withdrawing his mouth but thankfully leaving his fingers where they are, wrapped around the base of Nino’s dick. Nino’s own fingers are curled around Ohno’s ears, trying his hardest not to outright tug Ohno down and let him continue what he was doing.
“Oh-chaaaan, why did you stop?” he whines, frustration and arousal mingling, but Ohno seems lost in thought as he stares at Nino’s dick while licking his lips.
Ohno raises his head. “The taste is off,” Ohno says.
“Huh,” Nino frowns, and is half-way from considering thumbing his own cock for a taste when he realizes what must be causing it. “Ah, it’s probably because of the medicine.” He says.
“Maybe?”
Nino pulls Ohno up and grabs the back of his head. “Not sure but -“ he pauses, pulling Ohno to him for a kiss, shoving his tongue inside Ohno’s mouth for a thorough taste. Soon Nino is sucking on Ohno’s tongue, humming thoughtfully.
“Uh, you’re right,” he says, grimacing when he pulls away. “The taste really is off.”
“Told you,” Ohno says, hands possessive around Nino’s hips. “So what shall we do now?”
Nino smiles and presses a kiss to the corner of Ohno’s mouth as he produces the tube of lube and shoves it playfully to Ohno’s chest.
“Forget the blowjob,” Nino says, “Fuck me instead?”
Nino likes the way Ohno returns his smile with one that is way sheepish than Nino gives him credit for.
“Sure, if you like.”
Nino hides his giggles against Ohno’s neck. “Sure.”
“Okay.”
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“Nino, stop,” Ohno grits, hips pumping into him in earnest, and Nino gives up trying to pretend he’s not enjoying the way Ohno’s cock is fucking into him hard and fast, clawing his fingers around Ohno’s back as he bucks to each of Ohno’s thrusts. “You’re so loud, God, and you’re throat, oh fuck.” Ohno hisses. He doesn’t even realize he is screaming till Ohno pointed it out, his voice hoarse and scratchy the next time he calls Ohno’s name.
“Matsumoto-san, uh, will - ah, fuck - kill me if you’re not - shit -“ Ohno rolls his hips once, then ends the maneuver with a fucking delicious jerk that has Nino screaming his name before either of them realizes it.
“Oh-chan, oh god, oh - fuck me, stop talking and just - fuck fuck fuck -“ he yells, back arching as sensation punches through him like lightning. He’s so close and Ohno pulling himself out and ramming back in in the same hurried breath is enough to tip Nino over the edge without either of them touching him.
“Oh God! Oh-chan!” he screams and that’s it, that’s the last coherent thing he is able to say before he is spilling his pleasure in between his and Ohno’s bodies, shaking through it, vaguely feeling Ohno’s cock sliding into him time and time again and Ohno grunting low and gravely before he, too, is coming inside Nino’s ass with a muffled shout.
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Nino pouts. It’s not his fault his voice decides to take a vacation, is it?
“WHAT IN HELL DID YOU DO?” Jun yells, in CAPS, and Nino feels like cowering. “NO, SERIOUSLY, WHAT DID YOU DO?”
He opens his mouth to talk but the only thing that comes is air. Opposite him, Ohno looks torn between coming to his rescue and hiding himself behind Sho. It’s actually pretty hilarious, but also terrifying, what with the fact that Jun looks this close from murdering him and Ohno both.
He shakes his head, trying not to piss Jun off more than he already are, bowing his head in apology. This, however, is an entirely stupid move on his part. He doesn’t realize Jun is standing in front of him, fingers shoving his collar aside and looking like he is about to pop a vein as he stares at what could possibly Ohno’s bite marks peppering his neck.
“I TOLD YOU TO HOLD OFF THE BLOWJOB, DIDN’T I? OH MY GOD, CAN I KILL YOU NOW?” Jun hisses. Sho, thankfully, is there to stop Jun in time just before Jun is able to strangle Nino’s neck, dragging Jun away.
“So,” says Aiba, looking at them both warily. “He told you to hold off the blowjob, huh?”
Ohno recovers quickly, sitting himself next to Nino and draping his arms around Nino’s waist. “We did,” he says. Nino giggles despite himself, because it was the truth.
“Huh?” Aiba says, intelligently, “Then how come Nino-chan still lost his voice? You know the infection is -“
“It’s because he wouldn’t stop screaming,” Ohno whispers, as if he’s in pain. Aiba blinks. “I… you know?”
“Oh.”
“Well.”
“Oh!”
Nino shoves Ohno and aims a kick at Aiba.