December Drabble Fest - Day 25
Title : December Drabble Fest Day 25 : Extra Special
Rating : PG (Romance/ Friendship)
Pairing : Ohno/Nino, Sho/Jun if you squint a little, Gen Arashi Friendship
Summary : The cake had been a nice touch - he was certain the surprise would have waned by now since they’ve been doing the same trick for years - but the look on Aiba-chan’s face still made everything worth it.
Note : ah, almost done!
(December Drabble Fest Day 24)
It would be entirely inappropriate, to say the least, to not celebrate Aiba-chan’s birthday despite the fact that they did do something for him the day before.
The cake had been a nice touch - he was certain the surprise would have waned by now since they’ve been doing the same trick for years - but the look on Aiba-chan’s face still made everything worth it.
It’s the 25th now, the last day of their 3-day concert here in Tokyo, and somehow, it was decided that they’re going out, the five of them, for a post-concert, and post-birthday celebration rolled into one.
They’re tired, all of them, and it was evident in the way that Nino could barely keep his eyes open that the strain of the last few days was already catching up on them. He’d caught Jun and Sho passing that bottle of whatever concoction Jun brought with him that day between them, Aiba nursing a can of energy drink in silence while the van was moving to take them to the restaurant Sho had secured a reservation from.
“If I ended up falling asleep on my soup, please make sure to keep Jun away. I really have no plans of seeing my pathetic face flooding our LINE group when I woke up.” Nino murmurs, effectively snatching his attention back to the physical present in time to catch Nino shifting sideways to lean onto him.
He grins and nods, catching Nino readily with his arms wide open for Nino. Nino hums, content to just bury his cold nose against the crook of his neck, Nino’s equally cold hands finding their way to his waist and keeping them there.
“God, you’re so warm,” Nino says, as if he just needs to point it out. Ohno gives a chuckle despite himself as he gathers Nino in. “Please tell me again why we’re doing this instead of heading home to sleep?”
“Because it’s Christmas and because it’s my birthday, Nino-chan, so suck it up.” Aiba cuts in from the front, and Nino huffs back at him in retaliation.
“Well, didn’t we already greet you happy birthday? And we bought you a cake. Isn’t that enough?” Nino counters, without heat, as he is still nuzzling Ohno’s neck affectionately. Nino is cold, his skin almost freezing.
He hums to himself and starts rubbing Nino’s arms to warm him, vaguely catching Jun looking.
“We’ll make sure to put you in the warmest spot, Nino, so please stop complaining.” Jun says, rolling his eyes. Ohno gives his younger friend a grateful smile, for not calling out on Nino when the love of his life is obviously trying to be mean.
“I will if you tell the driver to pull over so Oh-chan and I could go home. Our bed is calling out for me, I swear to you.”
“You agreed to free dinner, so shut it.” Jun says.
“Nino, you’re hurting Aiba-chan’s feelings,” it’s Sho this time, which Nino simply answers with rude grunt.
“He should be thankful I’m too tired to hurt him physically. But I might be persuaded, given the circumstances.” Nino bites out rather rudely.
He chuckles and shoves his fingers through Nino’s hair, massaging Nino’s scalp in the process.
“Two hours,” he says, knows that he’s bargaining for the both of them but only because he knows what he’s saying. Nino could be really cranky when he’s tired, and against his better judgments, it’s better to be on the safe side.
“I promise I’ll keep an eye on you during dinner. I won’t fall asleep, I swear.”
Nino chuckles in return, hands squeezing his hips in a way that left him warm and tingly all over.
“I don’t trust you,” Nino says, but the way Nino is burying his face further into Ohno’s chest contradicts this. He smiles, soft and private, and ducks to press an answering kiss to the top of Nino’s head, chest swelling with affection.
“Just this once, then?”
“Hmm.”
“Or I could just pelt you with the salt shaker to keep you awake, how’s that?” Aiba suggests with a grin, which earned him a glare and an quick slap to the forehead from Jun in retaliation.
He smiles, using that momentary distraction to cup Nino’s chin, raising Nino’s head and kissing him, hard and quick, before pulling away just as quickly. Nino’s eyes are wide and pleasantly unfocused when he pulls away, thumbing Nino’s bottom lip lightly and winking.
“You -”
“Shhh,” he hushes, crinkling his nose at the look of surprised on Nino’s face. “Be quiet.”
Nino shakes his head as if he doesn’t know what to do with him, before shifting to bury his face against his chest in the end.
“You’re seriously paying for that later, I swear.”
He nods his head in agreement, hums quietly in answer. “Sure, Nino.”
(December Drabble Fest Day 26)
Rating : PG (Romance/ Friendship)
Pairing : Ohno/Nino, Sho/Jun if you squint a little, Gen Arashi Friendship
Summary : The cake had been a nice touch - he was certain the surprise would have waned by now since they’ve been doing the same trick for years - but the look on Aiba-chan’s face still made everything worth it.
Note : ah, almost done!
(December Drabble Fest Day 24)
It would be entirely inappropriate, to say the least, to not celebrate Aiba-chan’s birthday despite the fact that they did do something for him the day before.
The cake had been a nice touch - he was certain the surprise would have waned by now since they’ve been doing the same trick for years - but the look on Aiba-chan’s face still made everything worth it.
It’s the 25th now, the last day of their 3-day concert here in Tokyo, and somehow, it was decided that they’re going out, the five of them, for a post-concert, and post-birthday celebration rolled into one.
They’re tired, all of them, and it was evident in the way that Nino could barely keep his eyes open that the strain of the last few days was already catching up on them. He’d caught Jun and Sho passing that bottle of whatever concoction Jun brought with him that day between them, Aiba nursing a can of energy drink in silence while the van was moving to take them to the restaurant Sho had secured a reservation from.
“If I ended up falling asleep on my soup, please make sure to keep Jun away. I really have no plans of seeing my pathetic face flooding our LINE group when I woke up.” Nino murmurs, effectively snatching his attention back to the physical present in time to catch Nino shifting sideways to lean onto him.
He grins and nods, catching Nino readily with his arms wide open for Nino. Nino hums, content to just bury his cold nose against the crook of his neck, Nino’s equally cold hands finding their way to his waist and keeping them there.
“God, you’re so warm,” Nino says, as if he just needs to point it out. Ohno gives a chuckle despite himself as he gathers Nino in. “Please tell me again why we’re doing this instead of heading home to sleep?”
“Because it’s Christmas and because it’s my birthday, Nino-chan, so suck it up.” Aiba cuts in from the front, and Nino huffs back at him in retaliation.
“Well, didn’t we already greet you happy birthday? And we bought you a cake. Isn’t that enough?” Nino counters, without heat, as he is still nuzzling Ohno’s neck affectionately. Nino is cold, his skin almost freezing.
He hums to himself and starts rubbing Nino’s arms to warm him, vaguely catching Jun looking.
“We’ll make sure to put you in the warmest spot, Nino, so please stop complaining.” Jun says, rolling his eyes. Ohno gives his younger friend a grateful smile, for not calling out on Nino when the love of his life is obviously trying to be mean.
“I will if you tell the driver to pull over so Oh-chan and I could go home. Our bed is calling out for me, I swear to you.”
“You agreed to free dinner, so shut it.” Jun says.
“Nino, you’re hurting Aiba-chan’s feelings,” it’s Sho this time, which Nino simply answers with rude grunt.
“He should be thankful I’m too tired to hurt him physically. But I might be persuaded, given the circumstances.” Nino bites out rather rudely.
He chuckles and shoves his fingers through Nino’s hair, massaging Nino’s scalp in the process.
“Two hours,” he says, knows that he’s bargaining for the both of them but only because he knows what he’s saying. Nino could be really cranky when he’s tired, and against his better judgments, it’s better to be on the safe side.
“I promise I’ll keep an eye on you during dinner. I won’t fall asleep, I swear.”
Nino chuckles in return, hands squeezing his hips in a way that left him warm and tingly all over.
“I don’t trust you,” Nino says, but the way Nino is burying his face further into Ohno’s chest contradicts this. He smiles, soft and private, and ducks to press an answering kiss to the top of Nino’s head, chest swelling with affection.
“Just this once, then?”
“Hmm.”
“Or I could just pelt you with the salt shaker to keep you awake, how’s that?” Aiba suggests with a grin, which earned him a glare and an quick slap to the forehead from Jun in retaliation.
He smiles, using that momentary distraction to cup Nino’s chin, raising Nino’s head and kissing him, hard and quick, before pulling away just as quickly. Nino’s eyes are wide and pleasantly unfocused when he pulls away, thumbing Nino’s bottom lip lightly and winking.
“You -”
“Shhh,” he hushes, crinkling his nose at the look of surprised on Nino’s face. “Be quiet.”
Nino shakes his head as if he doesn’t know what to do with him, before shifting to bury his face against his chest in the end.
“You’re seriously paying for that later, I swear.”
He nods his head in agreement, hums quietly in answer. “Sure, Nino.”
(December Drabble Fest Day 26)