December Drabble Fest - Day 5
Title : December Drabble Fest Day 5 : It should be simple, only it isn't.
Rating : R?
Pairing : Ohno/Nino, Gen Arashi Friendship
Summary : It’s scares Nino sometimes, thinking that he could do anything with Ohno and get away with it, simply because Ohno obviously just doesn’t care.
Note : Circa 2006 - 2008. <3
(December Drabble Fest Day 4)
The next few minutes pass by without either of them talking. Once again, Nino is hit with the sudden urge to run, feeling the tips of his ears burning, despite knowing that he’s the only one.
As usual, Ohno seems entirely unaffected, sitting there next to Nino, eyes trained on his shoes or possibly on some spot on the floor. It’s silly, but Nino feels entirely like he could have done so much more and Ohno would simply sit there and let it happen, just because he doesn’t think much of it as much as Nino does.
It’s scares Nino sometimes, thinking that he could do anything with Ohno and get away with it, simply because Ohno obviously just doesn’t care.
(Or maybe he does, but Nino’s certain they are certain things that has nothing to do with Nino at all.)
And it’s hard, feeling this way about someone for so long and not being able to say anything about it, because he’s a coward. A coward who still thinks he has some kind of claim on Ohno despite the fact that he doesn’t, how could he, when he knows where they both stand and how they’re always going to be just this - friends, best friends, co-workers - even knowing in his heart that he wants them to be something more.
“Are you going to tell me what’s bugging you at some point or, should I just guess?” he hears the question even before he realize Ohno’s speaking again, partly because he is too busy trying keep himself from reaching over to touch the back of Ohno’s hand.
“I thought you came here to preach me about living healthy,” he counters, “Are you saying you’re here for something else?” he asks, shaking his head. Doing so has him looking directly at Ohno, at the frown marring the older man’s forehead as he looks him over.
There’s softness behind Ohno’s gaze that has Nino wishing it means something more, and knowing that it doesn’t brings a brand new ache to that already painful one throbbing away in his chest. He looks down so quickly to hide the way he’s reeling from the inside, and forces a smile as he reaches in his pocket for his pack to light up a new one.
Ohno hand stops him before he does.
“Nino,” calls Ohno, and he swears if the sound of his name spilling out of the older man’s lips isn’t enough to stall him, then Ohno’s fingers curling around his wrist softly surely does. “Please?”
He doesn’t dare look up in fear of giving himself away. Instead, he purses his lips after he mutters a rough, “What?” before swallowing hard.
Silence. Nino can only hear the sounds of his own heart thundering in his chest, and the feel of Ohno’s hand - firm and unyielding - squeezing his wrist gently.
“I heard you’re going to America,” Ohno says, and Nino realizes he’s laughing before he could stop himself. Ohno ignores the jibe and adds, “Is it true?”
Nino wants to shake his head but he doesn’t want to lie to Ohno. “I haven’t said yes, yet.”
“But that doesn’t mean you’re going to say no, either.” Ohno points out. Nino wants to laugh some more, but holds himself because now he feels like crying instead.
“Is that the reason you’re acting like this?” Ohno’s follow up question seriously makes no sense but Nino, despite his better judgments, realizes he could understand Ohno perfectly.
“No,” he answers, quickly, only to find himself nodding his head like an idiot. What is he supposed to say anyway? Should he say, I’m acting like this because I just realized the gravity of what I’ve signed on for, that I have to be away for three long months that just the thought of it, of not seeing you for that long period of time is scaring me out of my wits but I obviously can’t tell you because, seriously, is there anything more terrifying than that?
The feel of Ohno’s arm branding around him the moment after stuns Nino, but what came after surprises him even more. Ohno pulls him closer, his other free hand working on Nino’s jaw to guide him where Ohno wants him. They’re face to face when Nino blinks next, barely able to close his eyes when Ohno shifts closer to press two soft kisses to Nino’s eyelids, his brows and temple before pulling him into Ohno’s arms.
“It’s okay, Nino,” Ohno whispers, as if he knows all along that it’s the only thing Nino needs to hear. “You can go. It’s okay. We’ll be waiting for your return, I promise.”
Nino squeezes his eyes shut and gives up pretending for now, as he mashes his face into the soft juncture between Ohno’s neck and shoulder, grateful and equal-parts scared as he clings to Ohno’s warmth as he breathes Ohno’s scent in.
(December Drabble Fest Day 6)
Rating : R?
Pairing : Ohno/Nino, Gen Arashi Friendship
Summary : It’s scares Nino sometimes, thinking that he could do anything with Ohno and get away with it, simply because Ohno obviously just doesn’t care.
Note : Circa 2006 - 2008. <3
(December Drabble Fest Day 4)
The next few minutes pass by without either of them talking. Once again, Nino is hit with the sudden urge to run, feeling the tips of his ears burning, despite knowing that he’s the only one.
As usual, Ohno seems entirely unaffected, sitting there next to Nino, eyes trained on his shoes or possibly on some spot on the floor. It’s silly, but Nino feels entirely like he could have done so much more and Ohno would simply sit there and let it happen, just because he doesn’t think much of it as much as Nino does.
It’s scares Nino sometimes, thinking that he could do anything with Ohno and get away with it, simply because Ohno obviously just doesn’t care.
(Or maybe he does, but Nino’s certain they are certain things that has nothing to do with Nino at all.)
And it’s hard, feeling this way about someone for so long and not being able to say anything about it, because he’s a coward. A coward who still thinks he has some kind of claim on Ohno despite the fact that he doesn’t, how could he, when he knows where they both stand and how they’re always going to be just this - friends, best friends, co-workers - even knowing in his heart that he wants them to be something more.
“Are you going to tell me what’s bugging you at some point or, should I just guess?” he hears the question even before he realize Ohno’s speaking again, partly because he is too busy trying keep himself from reaching over to touch the back of Ohno’s hand.
“I thought you came here to preach me about living healthy,” he counters, “Are you saying you’re here for something else?” he asks, shaking his head. Doing so has him looking directly at Ohno, at the frown marring the older man’s forehead as he looks him over.
There’s softness behind Ohno’s gaze that has Nino wishing it means something more, and knowing that it doesn’t brings a brand new ache to that already painful one throbbing away in his chest. He looks down so quickly to hide the way he’s reeling from the inside, and forces a smile as he reaches in his pocket for his pack to light up a new one.
Ohno hand stops him before he does.
“Nino,” calls Ohno, and he swears if the sound of his name spilling out of the older man’s lips isn’t enough to stall him, then Ohno’s fingers curling around his wrist softly surely does. “Please?”
He doesn’t dare look up in fear of giving himself away. Instead, he purses his lips after he mutters a rough, “What?” before swallowing hard.
Silence. Nino can only hear the sounds of his own heart thundering in his chest, and the feel of Ohno’s hand - firm and unyielding - squeezing his wrist gently.
“I heard you’re going to America,” Ohno says, and Nino realizes he’s laughing before he could stop himself. Ohno ignores the jibe and adds, “Is it true?”
Nino wants to shake his head but he doesn’t want to lie to Ohno. “I haven’t said yes, yet.”
“But that doesn’t mean you’re going to say no, either.” Ohno points out. Nino wants to laugh some more, but holds himself because now he feels like crying instead.
“Is that the reason you’re acting like this?” Ohno’s follow up question seriously makes no sense but Nino, despite his better judgments, realizes he could understand Ohno perfectly.
“No,” he answers, quickly, only to find himself nodding his head like an idiot. What is he supposed to say anyway? Should he say, I’m acting like this because I just realized the gravity of what I’ve signed on for, that I have to be away for three long months that just the thought of it, of not seeing you for that long period of time is scaring me out of my wits but I obviously can’t tell you because, seriously, is there anything more terrifying than that?
The feel of Ohno’s arm branding around him the moment after stuns Nino, but what came after surprises him even more. Ohno pulls him closer, his other free hand working on Nino’s jaw to guide him where Ohno wants him. They’re face to face when Nino blinks next, barely able to close his eyes when Ohno shifts closer to press two soft kisses to Nino’s eyelids, his brows and temple before pulling him into Ohno’s arms.
“It’s okay, Nino,” Ohno whispers, as if he knows all along that it’s the only thing Nino needs to hear. “You can go. It’s okay. We’ll be waiting for your return, I promise.”
Nino squeezes his eyes shut and gives up pretending for now, as he mashes his face into the soft juncture between Ohno’s neck and shoulder, grateful and equal-parts scared as he clings to Ohno’s warmth as he breathes Ohno’s scent in.
(December Drabble Fest Day 6)