Fic: [Arashi] Drowning in the Summer
Title: Drowning in the Summer
Characters/Pairing: Sho/Nino
Word Count: 1958
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Written for the prompt: Sho is the popular, kind sempai and Nino is the school rebel and Sho's junior. Yet somehow these two have an attraction for each other at the je_summer meme.
When the school bell rings and chattering fills the classroom like tin cans clacking against each other, Sho sighs and leans back in his chair. The summer humidity has been filling the classroom drop by drop, edging into all the nooks and crannies and Sho can feel sweat at the small of his back and tracing down his cheek. It makes him think of other things, bad things, and he sighs and loosens his tie, shifts in his chair. It doesn't help. It doesn't help at all.
The corridors are only slightly breezier. Sho walks as if through a haze, his body cutting through the plushy layers of heat and being soaked with water. People call out to him and he smiles and responds, doesn't remember it later. Everything in his body is already leading him somewhere and it's not towards soccer practice. The beginning of practice is tiny on the field down below and he should go, he's vice-captain, but he doesn't.
His feet, like disobedient automatons, carry him to the stairs and up to the roof.
It's even hotter up here and Sho tries to swallow a breath. It sticks in his throat and he blinks against the light, sees that Ninomiya is sitting with one leg drawn up on the low wall. He looks precarious, and Sho feels alive for the first time since the school day started.
Ninomiya knows that the roof makes Sho nervous, that sitting there like he does makes Sho's heart beat double-time in fear. No one else comes up here, after all. He does it on purpose. There is very little Ninomiya doesn't do on purpose, and the way his fingers are now digging out a cigarette and preparing to light it is all for the sole reason of making Sho's voice burst him out of him, "Don't."
The cigarette is dropped back into a pocket and Ninomiya's dark, clever eyes smile at him. "If you say so."
He takes himself down from the wall in an abrupt movement, and Sho's eyes can't help track down his body. Ninomiya is small with perpetually untucked shirts, dirty sneakers and a charm always around his neck. He smokes and plays hooky and he can think circles around ninety-five percent of the kids in their snooty school (Ninomiya is here on scholarship, and Sho is never sure how he manages to keep receiving it) but he doesn't. It's that which interests Sho, his sly intellect and occasionally shy brashness and his dark eyes and his nickname, Nino.
"How goes class, Sakurai-sempai?"
"You'd know if you went to your own," Sho shoots back.
Ninomiya laughs. "But I didn't."
Everything about Ninomiya is opposite to Sho. Sho works hard for his academic success; he can't connect ideas like Ninomiya can in his head, with ease and speed that makes Sho's head spin. Sho's parents are a constant presence in his life, pressure and love combined, while the less Sho knows about Ninomiya's family, the better, Ninomiya has said. When Ninomiya is playing hooky on the roof and smoking, it means that things at home must be going bad, worse than before.
Sho drifts over him and it's so damn hot up here. "You're going to get dropped a year if you keep skipping."
"I won't," Ninomiya shrugs artlessly. "The principal likes me too much for that to happen."
"Huh."
Ninomiya grins at him. "You're jealous, aren't you? That I'm staying here on a free ride?"
"I'm not," Sho says with emphasis and he can feel his ire rising. As much as Ninomiya interests him he always, without fail, has the ability to make Sho feel.
"If you say so," Ninomiya says again, in a tone like he doesn't believe him at all.
Both their faces are sheened with sweat. And Sho isn't jealous, he isn't-- but what pisses him off is his constant fascination with this person, the way he keeps coming back like they're two opposing ends of a magnet. The way that Ninomiya's eyes are hot on him when they pass in the hallways, the way that Sho is actually starting to him like, maybe, in the way that they're not just fucking anymore. Sho hates himself but he hates Ninomiya more, because he can't stand to see Ninomiya sad anymore.
His hand is cupping Ninomiya's face before he knows it and Ninomiya leans into it for one quiet second.
Then Ninomiya is smashing him up against the wall, one hand gripping tightly in his hair and the other at his hip. Sho gasps as they meet and part again, Ninomiya's tongue deep in his mouth and they're kissing, humid between them, the taste of cigarettes, soft lips and rough cheeks, both of them hard in between the cradle of boyish hips, hard against each other.
"This is the only reason you come up here," Ninomiya says, biting at Sho's bottom lip, hand halfway up the back of Sho's shirt, now untucked from his pants. "The only reason."
"Yes," Sho says strongly and flips them until Ninomiya is against the wall, Sho's hands on his small chest, spanning the nipples. "I'm only here to fuck you, that's all."
They're both lying.
Sho steers them to the shadowed little crook that's behind the access door and hidden behind a shed. The air is heavy and it's hard to breathe, makes him heady as he drags his tongue down the long, trembling line of Ninomiya's throat, makes him bloom in his pants. "You're bad," Ninomiya gasps with put-on glee, "bad, bad student, sempai," and Sho growls and kisses the words out of him.
He brushes the shirt off Ninomiya's shoulders and kicks it away, unbuttons his own with hurry and lets it hang open. There's a flush painting Ninomiya's chest with a pink hue and Sho brushes it with his fingers and then, as if in a dream, lets his fingertips move over Ninomiya's nipples back and forth, the slightest, softest touch.
Ninomiya jerks and a raw sound escapes from him, fingers tightening their grip on Sho's hips. He's so sensitive here; Sho had made him reach the edge of coming just from this in the past, the systematic abuse of nipples, over and over as Ninomiya trembled and moved against him, eyelids trembling and red mouth open.
"Stop," Ninomiya chokes out and Sho smiles against the curve of a pale shoulder, giving one last tweak that makes Ninomiya jump. In the next second, though, he's shoved backwards and there's an arm over his hips as Ninomiya sinks to his knees, looking up at him as he unbuckles Sho's belt, shoves his pants down and pulls his cock out, delicately. If Ninomiya has his weaknesses Sho does too, and his heart is hammering in his chest as Ninomiya closes his eyes and gives the head a lick, thorough and hot. He trails his lips down it, spreading the moisture, and then slips the ring of his mouth around it and sucks, hot, wet pressure. He's good at this.
Sho groans and drop his hand to the mess of Ninomiya's hair. "Nino."
And this is where the barriers between them start to break down. Nino makes a noise in his throat, his other hand traveling up Sho's thigh and up to cup his balls gently. Then he takes a deep breath through his nose and does something, something that lets him take the length of Sho's cock in his mouth and throat and suck deeply, almost unbearably. It makes Sho jackknife in two, his body singing and thrusting against Nino's arm and he has to muffle his cry with both hands, barely managing to stop himself from coming.
He tugs Nino up and kisses the taste of cock out of him, loving the way Nino's lips and chin are wet and the way that Nino is gasping into his mouth. "How did you do that?" he demands, breaking away.
"Trade secret," Nino smirks, his cheeks apple red and his voice raspy. Sho runs a soothing hand over his throat and looks down. Nino's cock is tenting painfully in the confines of his pants and he breathes in deep when Sho runs his palm over it, breathes out when Sho undoes his buttons and takes him in hand. It's so hot on the roof but Sho can ignore it, he likes the heat and weight of Nino's cock in his hand, the feel of it lengthening as he makes a loose grip and jacks it.
"Do you have it?" Sho says, and Nino gives him an almost exasperated look as he digs into his pocket and presses the condom and tube into Sho's hand.
"When don't I?"
"It's true," Sho replies. "You're very reliable," he says, pressing a kiss below Nino's ear and Nino, if possible, turns even redder.
"Get on with it," he snaps. Sho smiles before he hides it and slides the condom over his cock, releasing a breath at the pressure. The first time they'd done this they'd messed everything up but now it's second nature, it's easy to hook Nino's leg over his elbow and reach down, run his fingers between smooth cheeks and to the pucker there.
Sho, reliable Sho, responsible son, has no intention of stopping this tryst, even through the risk of everything, because he lov--
He bends to suck at a sharp collarbone even as one finger rubs slickly over that spot and presses straight in to the second knuckle. Nino gives a groan but he can handle it and Sho fucks him with that finger, in and out of that hot grip, growing slicker, and then it's two fingers and Sho is about to explode at the sounds that Nino is making into Sho's chest. Three fingers go in easily but it's only a few seconds before Nino is breathlessly slapping Sho's back, "C'mon, c'mon."
Sho hitches Nino's leg higher and positions himself, looking into Nino's eyes as he pushes in steadily through the pressure until he's halfway in. Nino keeps his gaze until his mouth drops open soundlessly and he whines, head falling back and eyes closing as a bead of sweat runs down his face. That's when Sho thrusts the rest of the way in until they're connected and he can feel Nino's cock jerk against his hip, dragging wetly. God, it's so hot, this is, Sho can't breathe and the pleasure is so great and Nino is continuously moaning a dirty stream of words into Sho's neck.
They can't possibly last long and Sho goes faster, hips snapping, and Nino stops talking altogether. Nino's the only one who can make feel this way. Nino's sobbing into him, hands digging into Sho's back and just as Sho reaches down to touch him he jerks and Sho feels wet warmth on his stomach. "Sho!" He's come without Sho even touching him, and that thought thrills Sho enough that he thrusts in hard, twice, three times, and comes with his ears thundering.
They're breathing into each other's mouths, gasping for air, and Nino's eyes are suspiciously red when they meet Sho's. Sho doesn't know if the wetness on his shoulder is tears or sweat but same as he won't ask about Nino's family until Nino tells him, he won't ask now.
Nino's leg is trembling under them and Sho withdraws carefully, letting Nino's other leg down carefully and catching Nino as he sways towards Sho. They stand there for a moment, arms around each other.
"Ugh, gross," Nino says, and Sho is suddenly reminded that it's so fucking hot up here, hot enough to die.
***
Many years later when Sho is a journalist and Nino pokes fun at his articles but helps him edit them, anyway, and is a musician of his own, they'll droop in their bed in the summer heat under a fan. Even though it's hot they'll be pressed close together and Nino will sound secrets, voicelessly, into Sho's shoulder.
Characters/Pairing: Sho/Nino
Word Count: 1958
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Written for the prompt: Sho is the popular, kind sempai and Nino is the school rebel and Sho's junior. Yet somehow these two have an attraction for each other at the je_summer meme.
When the school bell rings and chattering fills the classroom like tin cans clacking against each other, Sho sighs and leans back in his chair. The summer humidity has been filling the classroom drop by drop, edging into all the nooks and crannies and Sho can feel sweat at the small of his back and tracing down his cheek. It makes him think of other things, bad things, and he sighs and loosens his tie, shifts in his chair. It doesn't help. It doesn't help at all.
The corridors are only slightly breezier. Sho walks as if through a haze, his body cutting through the plushy layers of heat and being soaked with water. People call out to him and he smiles and responds, doesn't remember it later. Everything in his body is already leading him somewhere and it's not towards soccer practice. The beginning of practice is tiny on the field down below and he should go, he's vice-captain, but he doesn't.
His feet, like disobedient automatons, carry him to the stairs and up to the roof.
It's even hotter up here and Sho tries to swallow a breath. It sticks in his throat and he blinks against the light, sees that Ninomiya is sitting with one leg drawn up on the low wall. He looks precarious, and Sho feels alive for the first time since the school day started.
Ninomiya knows that the roof makes Sho nervous, that sitting there like he does makes Sho's heart beat double-time in fear. No one else comes up here, after all. He does it on purpose. There is very little Ninomiya doesn't do on purpose, and the way his fingers are now digging out a cigarette and preparing to light it is all for the sole reason of making Sho's voice burst him out of him, "Don't."
The cigarette is dropped back into a pocket and Ninomiya's dark, clever eyes smile at him. "If you say so."
He takes himself down from the wall in an abrupt movement, and Sho's eyes can't help track down his body. Ninomiya is small with perpetually untucked shirts, dirty sneakers and a charm always around his neck. He smokes and plays hooky and he can think circles around ninety-five percent of the kids in their snooty school (Ninomiya is here on scholarship, and Sho is never sure how he manages to keep receiving it) but he doesn't. It's that which interests Sho, his sly intellect and occasionally shy brashness and his dark eyes and his nickname, Nino.
"How goes class, Sakurai-sempai?"
"You'd know if you went to your own," Sho shoots back.
Ninomiya laughs. "But I didn't."
Everything about Ninomiya is opposite to Sho. Sho works hard for his academic success; he can't connect ideas like Ninomiya can in his head, with ease and speed that makes Sho's head spin. Sho's parents are a constant presence in his life, pressure and love combined, while the less Sho knows about Ninomiya's family, the better, Ninomiya has said. When Ninomiya is playing hooky on the roof and smoking, it means that things at home must be going bad, worse than before.
Sho drifts over him and it's so damn hot up here. "You're going to get dropped a year if you keep skipping."
"I won't," Ninomiya shrugs artlessly. "The principal likes me too much for that to happen."
"Huh."
Ninomiya grins at him. "You're jealous, aren't you? That I'm staying here on a free ride?"
"I'm not," Sho says with emphasis and he can feel his ire rising. As much as Ninomiya interests him he always, without fail, has the ability to make Sho feel.
"If you say so," Ninomiya says again, in a tone like he doesn't believe him at all.
Both their faces are sheened with sweat. And Sho isn't jealous, he isn't-- but what pisses him off is his constant fascination with this person, the way he keeps coming back like they're two opposing ends of a magnet. The way that Ninomiya's eyes are hot on him when they pass in the hallways, the way that Sho is actually starting to him like, maybe, in the way that they're not just fucking anymore. Sho hates himself but he hates Ninomiya more, because he can't stand to see Ninomiya sad anymore.
His hand is cupping Ninomiya's face before he knows it and Ninomiya leans into it for one quiet second.
Then Ninomiya is smashing him up against the wall, one hand gripping tightly in his hair and the other at his hip. Sho gasps as they meet and part again, Ninomiya's tongue deep in his mouth and they're kissing, humid between them, the taste of cigarettes, soft lips and rough cheeks, both of them hard in between the cradle of boyish hips, hard against each other.
"This is the only reason you come up here," Ninomiya says, biting at Sho's bottom lip, hand halfway up the back of Sho's shirt, now untucked from his pants. "The only reason."
"Yes," Sho says strongly and flips them until Ninomiya is against the wall, Sho's hands on his small chest, spanning the nipples. "I'm only here to fuck you, that's all."
They're both lying.
Sho steers them to the shadowed little crook that's behind the access door and hidden behind a shed. The air is heavy and it's hard to breathe, makes him heady as he drags his tongue down the long, trembling line of Ninomiya's throat, makes him bloom in his pants. "You're bad," Ninomiya gasps with put-on glee, "bad, bad student, sempai," and Sho growls and kisses the words out of him.
He brushes the shirt off Ninomiya's shoulders and kicks it away, unbuttons his own with hurry and lets it hang open. There's a flush painting Ninomiya's chest with a pink hue and Sho brushes it with his fingers and then, as if in a dream, lets his fingertips move over Ninomiya's nipples back and forth, the slightest, softest touch.
Ninomiya jerks and a raw sound escapes from him, fingers tightening their grip on Sho's hips. He's so sensitive here; Sho had made him reach the edge of coming just from this in the past, the systematic abuse of nipples, over and over as Ninomiya trembled and moved against him, eyelids trembling and red mouth open.
"Stop," Ninomiya chokes out and Sho smiles against the curve of a pale shoulder, giving one last tweak that makes Ninomiya jump. In the next second, though, he's shoved backwards and there's an arm over his hips as Ninomiya sinks to his knees, looking up at him as he unbuckles Sho's belt, shoves his pants down and pulls his cock out, delicately. If Ninomiya has his weaknesses Sho does too, and his heart is hammering in his chest as Ninomiya closes his eyes and gives the head a lick, thorough and hot. He trails his lips down it, spreading the moisture, and then slips the ring of his mouth around it and sucks, hot, wet pressure. He's good at this.
Sho groans and drop his hand to the mess of Ninomiya's hair. "Nino."
And this is where the barriers between them start to break down. Nino makes a noise in his throat, his other hand traveling up Sho's thigh and up to cup his balls gently. Then he takes a deep breath through his nose and does something, something that lets him take the length of Sho's cock in his mouth and throat and suck deeply, almost unbearably. It makes Sho jackknife in two, his body singing and thrusting against Nino's arm and he has to muffle his cry with both hands, barely managing to stop himself from coming.
He tugs Nino up and kisses the taste of cock out of him, loving the way Nino's lips and chin are wet and the way that Nino is gasping into his mouth. "How did you do that?" he demands, breaking away.
"Trade secret," Nino smirks, his cheeks apple red and his voice raspy. Sho runs a soothing hand over his throat and looks down. Nino's cock is tenting painfully in the confines of his pants and he breathes in deep when Sho runs his palm over it, breathes out when Sho undoes his buttons and takes him in hand. It's so hot on the roof but Sho can ignore it, he likes the heat and weight of Nino's cock in his hand, the feel of it lengthening as he makes a loose grip and jacks it.
"Do you have it?" Sho says, and Nino gives him an almost exasperated look as he digs into his pocket and presses the condom and tube into Sho's hand.
"When don't I?"
"It's true," Sho replies. "You're very reliable," he says, pressing a kiss below Nino's ear and Nino, if possible, turns even redder.
"Get on with it," he snaps. Sho smiles before he hides it and slides the condom over his cock, releasing a breath at the pressure. The first time they'd done this they'd messed everything up but now it's second nature, it's easy to hook Nino's leg over his elbow and reach down, run his fingers between smooth cheeks and to the pucker there.
Sho, reliable Sho, responsible son, has no intention of stopping this tryst, even through the risk of everything, because he lov--
He bends to suck at a sharp collarbone even as one finger rubs slickly over that spot and presses straight in to the second knuckle. Nino gives a groan but he can handle it and Sho fucks him with that finger, in and out of that hot grip, growing slicker, and then it's two fingers and Sho is about to explode at the sounds that Nino is making into Sho's chest. Three fingers go in easily but it's only a few seconds before Nino is breathlessly slapping Sho's back, "C'mon, c'mon."
Sho hitches Nino's leg higher and positions himself, looking into Nino's eyes as he pushes in steadily through the pressure until he's halfway in. Nino keeps his gaze until his mouth drops open soundlessly and he whines, head falling back and eyes closing as a bead of sweat runs down his face. That's when Sho thrusts the rest of the way in until they're connected and he can feel Nino's cock jerk against his hip, dragging wetly. God, it's so hot, this is, Sho can't breathe and the pleasure is so great and Nino is continuously moaning a dirty stream of words into Sho's neck.
They can't possibly last long and Sho goes faster, hips snapping, and Nino stops talking altogether. Nino's the only one who can make feel this way. Nino's sobbing into him, hands digging into Sho's back and just as Sho reaches down to touch him he jerks and Sho feels wet warmth on his stomach. "Sho!" He's come without Sho even touching him, and that thought thrills Sho enough that he thrusts in hard, twice, three times, and comes with his ears thundering.
They're breathing into each other's mouths, gasping for air, and Nino's eyes are suspiciously red when they meet Sho's. Sho doesn't know if the wetness on his shoulder is tears or sweat but same as he won't ask about Nino's family until Nino tells him, he won't ask now.
Nino's leg is trembling under them and Sho withdraws carefully, letting Nino's other leg down carefully and catching Nino as he sways towards Sho. They stand there for a moment, arms around each other.
"Ugh, gross," Nino says, and Sho is suddenly reminded that it's so fucking hot up here, hot enough to die.
***
Many years later when Sho is a journalist and Nino pokes fun at his articles but helps him edit them, anyway, and is a musician of his own, they'll droop in their bed in the summer heat under a fan. Even though it's hot they'll be pressed close together and Nino will sound secrets, voicelessly, into Sho's shoulder.