[Fic] One step forward, two steps back
Title : One step forward, two steps back (part 6)
Pairing : Ohno/Nino
Rating : PG R
Genre : Drama. Light angst. Romance
Disclaimer : fiction desu
Note : So. Blame that epic Yakai episode for the abundance of Ohmiya feels. First part could be read HERE This is also commissioned by my Ohno's Nino,
DAISUKIDESU3 <3 Part 6, getting there! A little bit of tooth-rotting fluff, before the dirty smut? XD
(One step forward, two steps back - 5)
To be fair, he gets why Nino is pissed. And upset. And obviously disappointed because that’s just to be expected, knowing what he did. He’s surprised Nino even allowed him here, when Nino could have simply told him to go fuck himself on the phone for being such a prick, but he guessed Nino must like him a lot that Nino didn’t immediately broke up with him as soon as he made such stupid stunt and embarrassed Nino in the process.
Still, it feels kind of awkward standing here, in the middle of Nino’s living room while Nino surveys him over, quietly and thoughtfully, from where he seated himself on his couch without inviting Ohno to join him.
“Um,” he says with a start, then stops himself midway when he catches Nino holding his hand up to stop him.
“I’ll go first,” Nino says, making him shiver a little in answer. “You know why I called you to come over, Leader?” Nino asks.
Shit. He nods. “I -“
“That’s right,” Nino agrees, sounding marginally less pissed than he was moments ago. “It’s obviously because of what you did,” Nino adds, then finishing it with, “Do you remember what that is?”
Would he even forget? “Err -“
“Right, it’s about that silly, little request of yours from our friends. You think I wouldn’t find out?”
He shudders, more from fear that he’s angered Nino because of what he’s done, than the embarrassment he supposed he should feel about being caught. He shakes his head and gives Nino a pleading look.
“Ah, I wasn’t - I mean, it wasn’t my intention to keep it from you. It’s just that, well, I was planning on returning the favor and I want to make it good for you so -“
“You thought asking our friends for tips would be the right way to go, is that it?” Nino says, cutting him off once again.
He ducks his head in shame and mutters his apologies under his breath before remembering explaining himself.
“Well, not really, but I just thought that asking the other members for advice would be, you know, safe? I mean, you didn’t really expect me to be talking to my mother about this stuff, did you?”
“God, no,” Nino says, sounding mildly exasperated and shaking his head. “Of course not, stupid. Why would you even think that?”
“Sorry, I just -“ he says, biting his lips. “I didn’t know what else to do.”
“Yes, you did,” Nino tells him, “You did know.” Nino clarifies. “You just didn’t think it was appropriate.” Nino says.
“What was?”
Nino is quiet for a moment as he looks him over, his expression caught between fond exasperation and something else. The look on Nino’s eyes makes his stomach twist in knots, his core tightening in what could only be anticipation as Nino licks his lips without breaking their gazes.
“Asking me instead of asking anyone else,” Nino says, his gaze narrowing, “You know you could have. Instead of asking everyone who didn’t have to know we’re like - this,“ Nino says, gesturing between them in a way that makes his heart hurt a little at the implication.
“I do want them to know that we’re - this -now, to be honest,” he counters, heart racing, hoping he doesn’t sound as helpless as he feels. “Also, I wasn’t thinking about what was appropriate or not. I just thought that there’s no way you could have known - because you’d be just like me. Inexperienced, I mean.”
“Leader, you do realize we’re no longer children, right?” Nino says, “And that even if you think we lacked the experience, internet exists for a reason. How else did you think I was able to blow your nuts off the first time without puking?” Nino says, apropos of nothing and making him sputter for a completely different reason.
“Oh my god, Nino, are you saying you’ve had - practice? But - with whom?” he asks, his jealousy and curiosity mingling.
“I didn’t say that,” Nino says. “Jesus, Leader, get a grip, will you? It’s not like that, I swear.”
“But you just said -“
“Yes, I’ve had practice but it wasn’t with anyone, okay? You have to trust me on that. Jeez, seriously, you’re so annoying sometimes. Did you think I’d do it with just about anyone who wants to do it with me? I’m not that shallow, alright?”
“But you obviously had sex with girls,” he insists, “Are you saying you haven’t done it with a man before, despite admitting you know how to?”
“Yes, and so did you,” Nino counters, pointing out what is obvious. “And that doesn’t count because we both did it. Sex with girls is one thing, but being intimate with a man is an entirely different matter altogether. I couldn’t do that. Not when they weren’t you.”
The admission catches him off guard yet again, his pulse racing as he stares at Nino in quiet disbelief. How can one survive a confession like that, he wonders, when he could barely breathe through the chaos his heart is making in his chest as he looks Nino over. He doesn’t deserve Nino, really.
Forcing his legs to start moving, he does, crossing the short distance between him and Nino in just a few steps and scooping Nino up into his arms and kissing the air straight from Nino’s mouth. He pulls away just far enough to talk, hand holding the base of Nino’s skull tenderly in place as he whispers,
“I’ll say this now before I lose the nerve, and because I think you need to hear it too,” he says, one hand on Nino’s cheek. “It drives me insane thinking some other man’s hands have touched you the way I’ve wanted to, and hearing you say what you said earlier made me happy. Happier than I have any right to be, because I don’t deserve you. I really don’t, Nino, but I took my chance with you anyway. And now we’re here, like this, and I swear to god, I just - I want to do more. Touch you and kiss you, make love to you. But I don’t know how and I’m not sure if I - what if I hurt you and end up scaring you away? I can’t do that to you, Kazu.”
Nino chuckles and reaches up to smooth a finger over his frown, letting his touch slide down across his heated cheek.
“You won’t, okay? We’ll be fine. I’ll be with you until the end, I promise.”
“Does that mean you’ll guide me? Do you know how to?” he asks, unsure, scared.
Nino grins, pushes forward to kiss him square on the lips before reaching down to touch his dick through his pants before rolling his palm over it.
Nino gives a wink and steps away. “Let’s find out.”
Pairing : Ohno/Nino
Rating : PG R
Genre : Drama. Light angst. Romance
Disclaimer : fiction desu
Note : So. Blame that epic Yakai episode for the abundance of Ohmiya feels. First part could be read HERE This is also commissioned by my Ohno's Nino,
DAISUKIDESU3 <3 Part 6, getting there! A little bit of tooth-rotting fluff, before the dirty smut? XD
(One step forward, two steps back - 5)
To be fair, he gets why Nino is pissed. And upset. And obviously disappointed because that’s just to be expected, knowing what he did. He’s surprised Nino even allowed him here, when Nino could have simply told him to go fuck himself on the phone for being such a prick, but he guessed Nino must like him a lot that Nino didn’t immediately broke up with him as soon as he made such stupid stunt and embarrassed Nino in the process.
Still, it feels kind of awkward standing here, in the middle of Nino’s living room while Nino surveys him over, quietly and thoughtfully, from where he seated himself on his couch without inviting Ohno to join him.
“Um,” he says with a start, then stops himself midway when he catches Nino holding his hand up to stop him.
“I’ll go first,” Nino says, making him shiver a little in answer. “You know why I called you to come over, Leader?” Nino asks.
Shit. He nods. “I -“
“That’s right,” Nino agrees, sounding marginally less pissed than he was moments ago. “It’s obviously because of what you did,” Nino adds, then finishing it with, “Do you remember what that is?”
Would he even forget? “Err -“
“Right, it’s about that silly, little request of yours from our friends. You think I wouldn’t find out?”
He shudders, more from fear that he’s angered Nino because of what he’s done, than the embarrassment he supposed he should feel about being caught. He shakes his head and gives Nino a pleading look.
“Ah, I wasn’t - I mean, it wasn’t my intention to keep it from you. It’s just that, well, I was planning on returning the favor and I want to make it good for you so -“
“You thought asking our friends for tips would be the right way to go, is that it?” Nino says, cutting him off once again.
He ducks his head in shame and mutters his apologies under his breath before remembering explaining himself.
“Well, not really, but I just thought that asking the other members for advice would be, you know, safe? I mean, you didn’t really expect me to be talking to my mother about this stuff, did you?”
“God, no,” Nino says, sounding mildly exasperated and shaking his head. “Of course not, stupid. Why would you even think that?”
“Sorry, I just -“ he says, biting his lips. “I didn’t know what else to do.”
“Yes, you did,” Nino tells him, “You did know.” Nino clarifies. “You just didn’t think it was appropriate.” Nino says.
“What was?”
Nino is quiet for a moment as he looks him over, his expression caught between fond exasperation and something else. The look on Nino’s eyes makes his stomach twist in knots, his core tightening in what could only be anticipation as Nino licks his lips without breaking their gazes.
“Asking me instead of asking anyone else,” Nino says, his gaze narrowing, “You know you could have. Instead of asking everyone who didn’t have to know we’re like - this,“ Nino says, gesturing between them in a way that makes his heart hurt a little at the implication.
“I do want them to know that we’re - this -now, to be honest,” he counters, heart racing, hoping he doesn’t sound as helpless as he feels. “Also, I wasn’t thinking about what was appropriate or not. I just thought that there’s no way you could have known - because you’d be just like me. Inexperienced, I mean.”
“Leader, you do realize we’re no longer children, right?” Nino says, “And that even if you think we lacked the experience, internet exists for a reason. How else did you think I was able to blow your nuts off the first time without puking?” Nino says, apropos of nothing and making him sputter for a completely different reason.
“Oh my god, Nino, are you saying you’ve had - practice? But - with whom?” he asks, his jealousy and curiosity mingling.
“I didn’t say that,” Nino says. “Jesus, Leader, get a grip, will you? It’s not like that, I swear.”
“But you just said -“
“Yes, I’ve had practice but it wasn’t with anyone, okay? You have to trust me on that. Jeez, seriously, you’re so annoying sometimes. Did you think I’d do it with just about anyone who wants to do it with me? I’m not that shallow, alright?”
“But you obviously had sex with girls,” he insists, “Are you saying you haven’t done it with a man before, despite admitting you know how to?”
“Yes, and so did you,” Nino counters, pointing out what is obvious. “And that doesn’t count because we both did it. Sex with girls is one thing, but being intimate with a man is an entirely different matter altogether. I couldn’t do that. Not when they weren’t you.”
The admission catches him off guard yet again, his pulse racing as he stares at Nino in quiet disbelief. How can one survive a confession like that, he wonders, when he could barely breathe through the chaos his heart is making in his chest as he looks Nino over. He doesn’t deserve Nino, really.
Forcing his legs to start moving, he does, crossing the short distance between him and Nino in just a few steps and scooping Nino up into his arms and kissing the air straight from Nino’s mouth. He pulls away just far enough to talk, hand holding the base of Nino’s skull tenderly in place as he whispers,
“I’ll say this now before I lose the nerve, and because I think you need to hear it too,” he says, one hand on Nino’s cheek. “It drives me insane thinking some other man’s hands have touched you the way I’ve wanted to, and hearing you say what you said earlier made me happy. Happier than I have any right to be, because I don’t deserve you. I really don’t, Nino, but I took my chance with you anyway. And now we’re here, like this, and I swear to god, I just - I want to do more. Touch you and kiss you, make love to you. But I don’t know how and I’m not sure if I - what if I hurt you and end up scaring you away? I can’t do that to you, Kazu.”
Nino chuckles and reaches up to smooth a finger over his frown, letting his touch slide down across his heated cheek.
“You won’t, okay? We’ll be fine. I’ll be with you until the end, I promise.”
“Does that mean you’ll guide me? Do you know how to?” he asks, unsure, scared.
Nino grins, pushes forward to kiss him square on the lips before reaching down to touch his dick through his pants before rolling his palm over it.
Nino gives a wink and steps away. “Let’s find out.”