Only Love & Time After Time
Title: Only Love
Rating: PGish
Pairing: Aiba/Ohno
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: Aiba was in love before Arashi even existed.
Note: Not betaed. This is for deelovesryo, who donated to the fundraising for Japan drive on arashi_on. Thank you! More not quite drabbles. Also, I don't pretend to know everything that happened during this time period. >_>
Masaki was feeling miserable today.
Working for Johnny’s Entertainment wasn’t anything like he thought it would be.
He thought that he would get to play basketball every day with SMAP and get to eat all kinds of food that were expensive and not Chinese, and that he wouldn’t have to go to school anymore because idols didn’t need to be smart, just good looking and sweet.
Completely honestly, he thought that he would be able to do whatever he wanted to because he was cute and everyone loved him, and even when his mom told him it would take some effort, he was still expecting something more than being crowded with a million other boys into the same room for hours and hours of lectures and practices.
Nino was his only friend and Aiba wasn’t very good at dancing even thought he tried really hard and he sort of missed being able to do sports any time he wanted to, plus the other kids made fun of him because he was from Chiba.
And today was a particularly bad day. He had fallen during practice and his knee was bleeding badly and no one cared, not even the dance teacher, he just dismissed him because he was going to get it on the floor.
He was on the verge of tears as he hobbled to the bathroom, vowing to himself that he would quit and go back to baseball club and that even if he ended up owning his parent’s shop instead of being famous around the world that it was better than this.
Before he got to his destination, a group of boys came running down the hallway towards him, most of them in their sports gear and sweat dripping down their faces, and Aiba tried to get out of the way, but he didn’t make it fast enough with his injured knee and instead he was shoved to the floor and he really did start to cry now, silently as a new wave of pain washed through him and all he wanted was his mom, at least as much as any self respecting teenage boy would admit.
Holding his head in his hands, he waited for the sound of footsteps to pass before taking a deep sniffle, and then tried to pull himself together enough to at least make it to the bathroom and finish breaking down there.
But when he looked up a worn pair of tennis shoes greeted him and Aiba started, because he hadn’t realized that anyone was there (although he should have because the other boy was breathing pretty heavily from running).
“Are you okay?” he asked, and Aiba tried to wipe his eyes and hide the fact that he had broken a moment ago, but he was still sniffing anyway and this boy didn’t seem to notice, or at least he wasn’t concerned about that part of it.
Although his tone had sounded a little bored, the new boy didn’t move to follow his comrades and instead squatted down in front of him and Aiba couldn’t stop himself from looking.
“This is pretty bad, huh,” the boy said, focusing on the bleeding mess that had become of Aiba’s knee, and he tucked his long hair (long enough to be a girl’s) behind his ear before gingerly touching the damaged area to see exactly how bad it was.
And Aiba didn’t even wince when it hurt because he was suddenly enchanted in the kindness he was seeing right now, in this boy he didn’t even know, probably had never seen before, would maybe never see again--and suddenly Masaki was terrified.
“Let’s get you to the bathroom-“
“What’s your name?”
The boy looked surprised at the interruption, but Aiba was serious and in the eyes, he saw the same kindness from before reflecting back at him, although it seemed like it was hidden deeper there.
“Ohno Satoshi.”
After that day, Aiba had a new reason for being a part of Johnny’s Entertainment.
He hardly ever saw Ohno-sempai, but just the fact that they might be in the same area at the same time made Aiba constantly excited and jittery, and he talked with Nino about him (although Nino didn’t really listen), saying things like, “I wonder if Ohno-sempai is having this for lunch too,” in a dreamy voice. And sometimes when he needed a little encouragement, Nino would return, “I bet Ohno-sempai would be impressed if you got that new move down.”
So he got it down, just in case Ohno-sempai happened to be passing by that one day while they were rehearsing and saw Aiba, because he would smile at him like I know you’re trying hard, that smile that Aiba imagined in his head every day, even when Ohno wasn’t there (which seemed like every day, but that was okay because Aiba decided to be persistent).
Then one night, when he was at home just after dinner, he got a call from someone at the company. They asked him a weird question about a passport, but he had one because someone somewhere had told him it was a good idea and his mom had followed through, and when he would look back at that moment later, sometimes he would think it was fate and sometimes he would think it was the luckiest thing that ever happened to him.
It seemed like it was actually only the second time he had ever seen Ohno-sempai, but he was exactly how he pictured him in his head… except he wasn’t smiling very much and looked tired and Aiba really wanted to approach him, but he was too nervous.
Nino teased him and Aiba was happy he was there too, because otherwise he’d probably be a complete wreck around the sempai he wanted to impress so much.
Finally, the night before they were supposed to have this performance that they had been practicing for, Aiba saw Ohno-sempai sitting alone outside their hotel, in the dark towards the beach, and, knowing this was his chance, he steeled himself and slowly approached him. They had been together a lot since the trip to Hawaii had been decided, but never alone, and Aiba had never talked to him about anything personal… in fact, it seemed like not many of the boys his age knew anything about Ohno, so that left him knowing next to nothing about him too.
But he seemed troubled, so Aiba wanted to help.
“Ohno-sempai?” he asked quietly, because he hadn’t faced him, even upon his approach.
But he seemed startled at the intrusion, because he turned quickly and nodded, although didn’t smile at all, then immediately returned his gaze to the sea as if still caught up in his thoughts.
Aiba hadn’t been dismissed, though, so he sat in the sand next to his idol and watched closely until he said something. Even if it might be a while, he was certainly content to just be with him.
“Aiba-kun, was it?” he asked after a moment and Aiba wasn’t sure if he was happy that Ohno knew his name or sad that he had forgotten him.
“That’s right… Ohno-sempai…” he trailed off, turning his own gaze to the sea and pulling his knees all the way up to his chin.
And then Ohno looked at him again, this time with a weak smile, and then touched his knee lightly where there was a barely noticeable scar, and Aiba’s chest constricted enough that he wasn’t sure he could breathe.
“I’m thinking of quitting, Aiba-kun.”
That news was the same as telling Aiba that the sky was falling and that they would all die in a few hours.
“Wh-why?” he breathed out, still feeling Ohno’s kind touch on his skin.
After a pause and a deep breath, he got his answer. “It’s not what I thought it would be. It’s hard. I just… I just want to live my life.”
Aiba finally looked back at him and swallowed his tension and empathy for Ohno, knowing exactly how he was feeling. Only he had found a reason to keep going when Ohno apparently hadn’t.
He gently placed his hand on top of the one on his knee, and the other boy quickly looked over as if that was the last thing he expected as an answer to his concern.
“Sempai… I really like you, you know. I can’t imagine that you think much of me,” he started slowly, but if this would help him, that Aiba would admit everything, “But you really saved me that day. I was ready to quit too, but the reason I stayed-the reason I’m here-is because of you.”
The emotional speech was met with silence, and so Aiba squeezed the hand and continued.
“I’m not telling you to stay or to go,” he clarified, lowering his voice a little, “Because that’s your choice and I want to respect that. What I’m saying is you shouldn’t give up until you know that it’s the right thing to do.”
He didn’t even know what that meant, when giving up was the right thing to do, but that’s what he said, so he shut his mouth because otherwise he would just fall all over himself and nothing substantial would get out again.
But Ohno seemed to understand what he wanted to say, because he turned his hand over and grabbed onto Aiba’s and squeezed tightly and sputtered, “I don’t know that it’s the right thing to do, it just what I want to do, and that I’m tired and I don’t care.”
“It’s okay, Ohno-sempai. You don’t have to make a decision today, or even tomorrow if you don’t want to.”
The grip constricted to as hard as it could manage, and Aiba held on because he knew that Ohno needed it.
Their conversation faded after that, neither of them knowing what else to say or discuss, and not really wanting to anyway, and they sat there on the beach in the warm night air, holding hands and staring out at the ocean.
Hours passed.
Then, when he knew it was time, Aiba took a breath and said, “Maybe you just need a reason,” and stood, pulling Ohno behind him and back into the light of the hotel lobby.
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“Leader, I’m so glad that you didn’t quit.”
“Like I was given the choice,” Ohno shot back a little sarcastically, but he laughed afterwards and they both knew it was all in good humor and that he didn’t regret the way things had turned out at all.
“Come on, Johnny would have let you stop if-“ Aiba giggled back, holding his beer sloppily in his hand, but he was interrupted by Ohno, who was taking his liquor hard.
“I was talking about you-“
And then they both turned to look at the other at the same time and burst out laughing together, each of them drunker than they had realized. They were waiting for the other members to join them (they hadn’t) for their personal anniversary celebration, sitting on the bed in Ohno’s hotel room, and had almost forgotten the initial purpose of their drinking.
“Leader, I love you so much,” Aiba giggled, wrapping his arms around Ohno despite both of them holding drinks (oops, he spilled a little-so sorry hotel cleaning service!) and Ohno started chuckling at the affectionate actions of his chin being nuzzled and butterfly kisses on his nose.
Unlike Aiba, though, he quickly drained his shot glass and discarded it somewhere (he’d find it in the morning) so that he would properly respond to the touches, drowning both hands in Aiba’s shaggy hair and pressing his own lips to the first skin he could find, which just happened to be his forehead.
And of course it eventually continued until they were actually kissing, deep and drunken, with their tongues against each other, until Aiba had him pinned to the wall and was bruising his lips with unrealized force, eating him from the inside out.
But there was still a beer in his hand and it seemed like he couldn’t figure out how to keep this going with it there, so he pulled back after a second with the intention of taking care of it, but immediately forgot about his intentions when he saw Ohno’s disheveled look.
His free hand went to pet his hair affectionately and he repeated, “I love you so much, Leader.”
“Why don’t you call me Satoshi?” he asked in a voice hoarse from singing and drinking and just about anything else that could potentially make it that way, continuing his own caresses of Aiba’s head in return.
“Because you’re Leader,” Aiba laughed, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Leader of Arashi and Leader of my heart.”
Ohno smiled at that comparison, and his chest, for some reason, heated up at that more than the confession of love earlier.
“What are you saying you-“
“I told you, didn’t I?” Aiba suddenly turned serious, looking into Ohno’s eyes as if he wanted to be believed no matter what, but instead of a pleading undertone it was something more like insistence, as if he had been telling Ohno the same thing every day forever. “That you’re the reason I stayed. You’re my purpose, Leader,” he added, his voice getting softer and softer as he went.
“Masaki…”
Aiba was leaning his head against his chest now, doing a completely turn-about from his predatory mood a moment ago, radiating worry and almost depression.
“You won’t leave, right?” The words were tiny this time, barely audible, and pathetic, and Ohno hugged him tightly. Because he knew that Aiba was still insecure about their whole relationship underneath it all and apparently it took a lot of alcohol for even this much to come out.
So it was better to erase every trace that he could while he had the opportunity.
“I won’t. Because Masaki is my purpose, too.”
It took a second for the words to sink in, but when they did, the change in atmosphere was obvious, like a dam bursting.
“Leader!” he sobbed upon the confession, the first time he had heard it, and looked up at him with big tears in his eyes, overcome with emotion.
And so Ohno became overcome with emotion too, because even though it was sometimes not so obvious, Aiba affected him like most people were affected by the weather-if he was sunny, Ohno was happy, and when he was cloudy, Ohno was cloudy too.
Thus they started crying together, but they were both smiling the whole time and trying to wipe each others’ tears away and even laughing at some points, and then Aiba started saying how much he loved Arashi, how lucky they were to be together, and that he loved the other members too but he loved Ohno the most, and Ohno couldn’t help but join in.
“We wouldn’t have made it without Jun’s planning-“
“And I love Hawaii.”
“And we’re so lucky to have our manager…”
“And Sho-chan too, even though can’t draw well,”
“Who can’t draw well?”
Suddenly the previously mentioned artist was standing in front of them at the foot of the bed with his hands on his hips, looking amused at the tangle the two of them had become, and they both immediately jumped up to hug him and include him in their banter, starting with how much they loved him and Arashi and then moving on to comforting him about his faults.
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A/N: :) Besides not knowing ever detail of Arashi's inner workings (and pre-Arashi workings), I don't have much else to say about this. I think it speaks for itself pretty well. Sorry for taking so long, deelovesryo, and I'll post your other request next weekend assuming I don't completely slack off.
Title: Time After Time
Rating: R
Pairing: Aiba/Ohno
Summary: Aiba takes care of Ohno very well.
Note: Not betaed. This is for arisa_draconis, who encouraged me to write more Ohba. :)
“Oh-chan! Oh-chan! Wake up!”
Ohno responded to the gentle touches and slowly came to life.
He had fallen asleep on Aiba’s bed, which always seemed to happen when people stopped paying attention to him, but here Aiba was, so he needed to get up.
“Hey, Oh-chan. Did you have a good nap?” Aiba patted his head softly, then smiled his wide Aiba smile and pulled Ohno into his arms easily, cradling him in the crooks of his elbows. “I thought we could do it on the couch today, how does that sound?”
Ohno didn’t respond, but both of them knew he wouldn’t, and he simply let himself be carried from the bed into the living room and then placed on the couch while Aiba told him excitedly, “I’ll get some lube first.”
He was gone and back in a second, placing the bottle on the table and then bouncing onto the sofa next to Ohno, but he promptly pulled him into his lap so the two of them were facing each other, and Aiba smiled again, this time more mischievously.
“Alright Oh-chan, let’s go,” he rumbled in his low sexy voice, and Ohno already felt himself getting warm as Aiba’s gentle hands began touching him, making him tingle with his whole body humming in anticipation.
Ohno watched intently as Aiba’s fingers went to the front of his own sweatpants-he had probably changed right when he had gotten home, because he wasn’t in his work clothes anymore-and he pulled back the elastic waist and adjusted them just a little so he could get them down enough to pull his cock out.
It wasn’t hard yet, but Ohno knew it would be soon and continued to heat up as Aiba put a few drops of lube on his hand and started stroking himself as he looked at Ohno.
“Hah… yeah… That’s good,” he sighed out, his other hand gripping onto Ohno’s side hard, and he couldn’t help but react to the touch, doing exactly what Aiba wanted him to.
Ohno watched the shiny dark cock as Aiba’s hand worked, covering the tip and then sliding down the shaft so that the rest of it was visible only a little at a time, and then coming back up all the way, making it get bigger and bigger by the second until he was completely hard, as hard as he usually was when they did this.
Ohno liked to watch Aiba’s face too, the way that it would start to change when he got lost deeper and deeper in the pleasure he gave himself, the way his lips parted in gasping breathes, or sometimes he would bite them when he got particularly excited and Ohno liked that too, especially the flushed reds that would color them, spreading all the way to his cheeks.
“Mmmm… Oh, that’s good, Oh-chan, keep going…” he sighed as he fell into a rhythm, three slow strokes and then five fast ones, and the head of his cock was glistening and he was thrusting his hips a little with the motions, moving them both up from the couch in small bursts.
Although Aiba wasn’t touching Ohno any more than where he was balanced on his thighs and the firm hand still on his side, he was still excited himself, burning up and wishing that Aiba would touch him more-
“Ah, almost there, Oh-chan-“
And indeed Aiba’s hand was speeding up, jerking him harder and harder, and then Aiba was letting out small gasping noises through his parted lips and Ohno was watching as Aiba looked at him, his eyes growing noticeably darker, and then he dug his thumb into the head of his cock and ejaculated all over Ohno, who tried his hardest to memorize what it felt like.
He took some deep breaths first, resting his head against the back of the couch, and then when he began tucking himself back into his pants, looked at Ohno again and jumped.
“Oh God! Oh-chan! I’m so sorry! Let me get a towel-“ And he moved Ohno gently onto the couch again, his face still flushed, but he looked much more relaxed too, just like he did after every time he masturbated.
And Ohno buzzed in pleasure, because even though he hadn’t come himself, he felt lucky to have seen Aiba like this-and so often! Almost every day, in fact. Generally speaking, they did it when Aiba came home from work, although they usually did it on the bed with Ohno lying next to him, but he never got sick of it no matter how or where it was. He had noted the different signs that Aiba displayed as he did it, when he was just letting out some tension, when he was looking to give away some energy, or when he was actually sexually aroused at something, and he knew where all of his sensitive spots were too.
In fact, he knew everything about Aiba, to a point where it would have been creepy had he not been his computer.
Well, technically, laptop-the luckiest laptop in the world, not only for having Aiba, which was a blessing in itself, but for being taken care of so well (the first time he’d gotten a virus from the questionable porn sites that they frequented, Aiba didn’t ignore it and didn’t try to take care of it himself; he took him to Nino-chan, who wasn’t as friendly as Aiba, but he knew a lot about Ohno and might have touched him inappropriately, but he was fixed in less than an hour and got to return home with Aiba without losing any of his memory) and, on top of that, Aiba masturbated with him and even called his name out sometimes.
Oh-chan, that’s good. That’s really good.
It made him get worked up every time, running his fans at a higher speed to keep himself from overheating, and now Aiba had released on him and Ohno filed the feeling into his secret Aiba folder where he kept all information about him, hidden somewhere that even Nino wouldn’t be able to find.
“Sorry about that,” Aiba whispered to him as he wiped off his screen with a wet towel, then dried him with the same care, and then pulled Ohno back into his lap, kissing him on the top of his outer case as if that were his head. “But it was definitely a good one today, Oh-chan. Might have to do it again before I go to bed,” he laughed in his high pitched chuckle, but Ohno would be quite happy if that happened.
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A/N: Hello crack. XD I hope you all had to read that twice. I tried to make the title as obscure and unrelated as possible as to not give it away. :)
During the fundraiser I was negotiating with arisa_draconis for a story, but some problems came up with paypal (if you'll remember) so we never finished before the new deadline came. I told her I'd write something anyway, but she just said she wanted more Ohba. ^__^ So I hope this is good enough. If not, I wrote something else that's too long to be a drabble, which I will post in a little while.
As a reminder, I'm always open to criticism, especially on things not betaed. ^____^
Rating: PGish
Pairing: Aiba/Ohno
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: Aiba was in love before Arashi even existed.
Note: Not betaed. This is for deelovesryo, who donated to the fundraising for Japan drive on arashi_on. Thank you! More not quite drabbles. Also, I don't pretend to know everything that happened during this time period. >_>
Masaki was feeling miserable today.
Working for Johnny’s Entertainment wasn’t anything like he thought it would be.
He thought that he would get to play basketball every day with SMAP and get to eat all kinds of food that were expensive and not Chinese, and that he wouldn’t have to go to school anymore because idols didn’t need to be smart, just good looking and sweet.
Completely honestly, he thought that he would be able to do whatever he wanted to because he was cute and everyone loved him, and even when his mom told him it would take some effort, he was still expecting something more than being crowded with a million other boys into the same room for hours and hours of lectures and practices.
Nino was his only friend and Aiba wasn’t very good at dancing even thought he tried really hard and he sort of missed being able to do sports any time he wanted to, plus the other kids made fun of him because he was from Chiba.
And today was a particularly bad day. He had fallen during practice and his knee was bleeding badly and no one cared, not even the dance teacher, he just dismissed him because he was going to get it on the floor.
He was on the verge of tears as he hobbled to the bathroom, vowing to himself that he would quit and go back to baseball club and that even if he ended up owning his parent’s shop instead of being famous around the world that it was better than this.
Before he got to his destination, a group of boys came running down the hallway towards him, most of them in their sports gear and sweat dripping down their faces, and Aiba tried to get out of the way, but he didn’t make it fast enough with his injured knee and instead he was shoved to the floor and he really did start to cry now, silently as a new wave of pain washed through him and all he wanted was his mom, at least as much as any self respecting teenage boy would admit.
Holding his head in his hands, he waited for the sound of footsteps to pass before taking a deep sniffle, and then tried to pull himself together enough to at least make it to the bathroom and finish breaking down there.
But when he looked up a worn pair of tennis shoes greeted him and Aiba started, because he hadn’t realized that anyone was there (although he should have because the other boy was breathing pretty heavily from running).
“Are you okay?” he asked, and Aiba tried to wipe his eyes and hide the fact that he had broken a moment ago, but he was still sniffing anyway and this boy didn’t seem to notice, or at least he wasn’t concerned about that part of it.
Although his tone had sounded a little bored, the new boy didn’t move to follow his comrades and instead squatted down in front of him and Aiba couldn’t stop himself from looking.
“This is pretty bad, huh,” the boy said, focusing on the bleeding mess that had become of Aiba’s knee, and he tucked his long hair (long enough to be a girl’s) behind his ear before gingerly touching the damaged area to see exactly how bad it was.
And Aiba didn’t even wince when it hurt because he was suddenly enchanted in the kindness he was seeing right now, in this boy he didn’t even know, probably had never seen before, would maybe never see again--and suddenly Masaki was terrified.
“Let’s get you to the bathroom-“
“What’s your name?”
The boy looked surprised at the interruption, but Aiba was serious and in the eyes, he saw the same kindness from before reflecting back at him, although it seemed like it was hidden deeper there.
“Ohno Satoshi.”
After that day, Aiba had a new reason for being a part of Johnny’s Entertainment.
He hardly ever saw Ohno-sempai, but just the fact that they might be in the same area at the same time made Aiba constantly excited and jittery, and he talked with Nino about him (although Nino didn’t really listen), saying things like, “I wonder if Ohno-sempai is having this for lunch too,” in a dreamy voice. And sometimes when he needed a little encouragement, Nino would return, “I bet Ohno-sempai would be impressed if you got that new move down.”
So he got it down, just in case Ohno-sempai happened to be passing by that one day while they were rehearsing and saw Aiba, because he would smile at him like I know you’re trying hard, that smile that Aiba imagined in his head every day, even when Ohno wasn’t there (which seemed like every day, but that was okay because Aiba decided to be persistent).
Then one night, when he was at home just after dinner, he got a call from someone at the company. They asked him a weird question about a passport, but he had one because someone somewhere had told him it was a good idea and his mom had followed through, and when he would look back at that moment later, sometimes he would think it was fate and sometimes he would think it was the luckiest thing that ever happened to him.
It seemed like it was actually only the second time he had ever seen Ohno-sempai, but he was exactly how he pictured him in his head… except he wasn’t smiling very much and looked tired and Aiba really wanted to approach him, but he was too nervous.
Nino teased him and Aiba was happy he was there too, because otherwise he’d probably be a complete wreck around the sempai he wanted to impress so much.
Finally, the night before they were supposed to have this performance that they had been practicing for, Aiba saw Ohno-sempai sitting alone outside their hotel, in the dark towards the beach, and, knowing this was his chance, he steeled himself and slowly approached him. They had been together a lot since the trip to Hawaii had been decided, but never alone, and Aiba had never talked to him about anything personal… in fact, it seemed like not many of the boys his age knew anything about Ohno, so that left him knowing next to nothing about him too.
But he seemed troubled, so Aiba wanted to help.
“Ohno-sempai?” he asked quietly, because he hadn’t faced him, even upon his approach.
But he seemed startled at the intrusion, because he turned quickly and nodded, although didn’t smile at all, then immediately returned his gaze to the sea as if still caught up in his thoughts.
Aiba hadn’t been dismissed, though, so he sat in the sand next to his idol and watched closely until he said something. Even if it might be a while, he was certainly content to just be with him.
“Aiba-kun, was it?” he asked after a moment and Aiba wasn’t sure if he was happy that Ohno knew his name or sad that he had forgotten him.
“That’s right… Ohno-sempai…” he trailed off, turning his own gaze to the sea and pulling his knees all the way up to his chin.
And then Ohno looked at him again, this time with a weak smile, and then touched his knee lightly where there was a barely noticeable scar, and Aiba’s chest constricted enough that he wasn’t sure he could breathe.
“I’m thinking of quitting, Aiba-kun.”
That news was the same as telling Aiba that the sky was falling and that they would all die in a few hours.
“Wh-why?” he breathed out, still feeling Ohno’s kind touch on his skin.
After a pause and a deep breath, he got his answer. “It’s not what I thought it would be. It’s hard. I just… I just want to live my life.”
Aiba finally looked back at him and swallowed his tension and empathy for Ohno, knowing exactly how he was feeling. Only he had found a reason to keep going when Ohno apparently hadn’t.
He gently placed his hand on top of the one on his knee, and the other boy quickly looked over as if that was the last thing he expected as an answer to his concern.
“Sempai… I really like you, you know. I can’t imagine that you think much of me,” he started slowly, but if this would help him, that Aiba would admit everything, “But you really saved me that day. I was ready to quit too, but the reason I stayed-the reason I’m here-is because of you.”
The emotional speech was met with silence, and so Aiba squeezed the hand and continued.
“I’m not telling you to stay or to go,” he clarified, lowering his voice a little, “Because that’s your choice and I want to respect that. What I’m saying is you shouldn’t give up until you know that it’s the right thing to do.”
He didn’t even know what that meant, when giving up was the right thing to do, but that’s what he said, so he shut his mouth because otherwise he would just fall all over himself and nothing substantial would get out again.
But Ohno seemed to understand what he wanted to say, because he turned his hand over and grabbed onto Aiba’s and squeezed tightly and sputtered, “I don’t know that it’s the right thing to do, it just what I want to do, and that I’m tired and I don’t care.”
“It’s okay, Ohno-sempai. You don’t have to make a decision today, or even tomorrow if you don’t want to.”
The grip constricted to as hard as it could manage, and Aiba held on because he knew that Ohno needed it.
Their conversation faded after that, neither of them knowing what else to say or discuss, and not really wanting to anyway, and they sat there on the beach in the warm night air, holding hands and staring out at the ocean.
Hours passed.
Then, when he knew it was time, Aiba took a breath and said, “Maybe you just need a reason,” and stood, pulling Ohno behind him and back into the light of the hotel lobby.
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“Leader, I’m so glad that you didn’t quit.”
“Like I was given the choice,” Ohno shot back a little sarcastically, but he laughed afterwards and they both knew it was all in good humor and that he didn’t regret the way things had turned out at all.
“Come on, Johnny would have let you stop if-“ Aiba giggled back, holding his beer sloppily in his hand, but he was interrupted by Ohno, who was taking his liquor hard.
“I was talking about you-“
And then they both turned to look at the other at the same time and burst out laughing together, each of them drunker than they had realized. They were waiting for the other members to join them (they hadn’t) for their personal anniversary celebration, sitting on the bed in Ohno’s hotel room, and had almost forgotten the initial purpose of their drinking.
“Leader, I love you so much,” Aiba giggled, wrapping his arms around Ohno despite both of them holding drinks (oops, he spilled a little-so sorry hotel cleaning service!) and Ohno started chuckling at the affectionate actions of his chin being nuzzled and butterfly kisses on his nose.
Unlike Aiba, though, he quickly drained his shot glass and discarded it somewhere (he’d find it in the morning) so that he would properly respond to the touches, drowning both hands in Aiba’s shaggy hair and pressing his own lips to the first skin he could find, which just happened to be his forehead.
And of course it eventually continued until they were actually kissing, deep and drunken, with their tongues against each other, until Aiba had him pinned to the wall and was bruising his lips with unrealized force, eating him from the inside out.
But there was still a beer in his hand and it seemed like he couldn’t figure out how to keep this going with it there, so he pulled back after a second with the intention of taking care of it, but immediately forgot about his intentions when he saw Ohno’s disheveled look.
His free hand went to pet his hair affectionately and he repeated, “I love you so much, Leader.”
“Why don’t you call me Satoshi?” he asked in a voice hoarse from singing and drinking and just about anything else that could potentially make it that way, continuing his own caresses of Aiba’s head in return.
“Because you’re Leader,” Aiba laughed, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Leader of Arashi and Leader of my heart.”
Ohno smiled at that comparison, and his chest, for some reason, heated up at that more than the confession of love earlier.
“What are you saying you-“
“I told you, didn’t I?” Aiba suddenly turned serious, looking into Ohno’s eyes as if he wanted to be believed no matter what, but instead of a pleading undertone it was something more like insistence, as if he had been telling Ohno the same thing every day forever. “That you’re the reason I stayed. You’re my purpose, Leader,” he added, his voice getting softer and softer as he went.
“Masaki…”
Aiba was leaning his head against his chest now, doing a completely turn-about from his predatory mood a moment ago, radiating worry and almost depression.
“You won’t leave, right?” The words were tiny this time, barely audible, and pathetic, and Ohno hugged him tightly. Because he knew that Aiba was still insecure about their whole relationship underneath it all and apparently it took a lot of alcohol for even this much to come out.
So it was better to erase every trace that he could while he had the opportunity.
“I won’t. Because Masaki is my purpose, too.”
It took a second for the words to sink in, but when they did, the change in atmosphere was obvious, like a dam bursting.
“Leader!” he sobbed upon the confession, the first time he had heard it, and looked up at him with big tears in his eyes, overcome with emotion.
And so Ohno became overcome with emotion too, because even though it was sometimes not so obvious, Aiba affected him like most people were affected by the weather-if he was sunny, Ohno was happy, and when he was cloudy, Ohno was cloudy too.
Thus they started crying together, but they were both smiling the whole time and trying to wipe each others’ tears away and even laughing at some points, and then Aiba started saying how much he loved Arashi, how lucky they were to be together, and that he loved the other members too but he loved Ohno the most, and Ohno couldn’t help but join in.
“We wouldn’t have made it without Jun’s planning-“
“And I love Hawaii.”
“And we’re so lucky to have our manager…”
“And Sho-chan too, even though can’t draw well,”
“Who can’t draw well?”
Suddenly the previously mentioned artist was standing in front of them at the foot of the bed with his hands on his hips, looking amused at the tangle the two of them had become, and they both immediately jumped up to hug him and include him in their banter, starting with how much they loved him and Arashi and then moving on to comforting him about his faults.
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A/N: :) Besides not knowing ever detail of Arashi's inner workings (and pre-Arashi workings), I don't have much else to say about this. I think it speaks for itself pretty well. Sorry for taking so long, deelovesryo, and I'll post your other request next weekend assuming I don't completely slack off.
Title: Time After Time
Rating: R
Pairing: Aiba/Ohno
Summary: Aiba takes care of Ohno very well.
Note: Not betaed. This is for arisa_draconis, who encouraged me to write more Ohba. :)
“Oh-chan! Oh-chan! Wake up!”
Ohno responded to the gentle touches and slowly came to life.
He had fallen asleep on Aiba’s bed, which always seemed to happen when people stopped paying attention to him, but here Aiba was, so he needed to get up.
“Hey, Oh-chan. Did you have a good nap?” Aiba patted his head softly, then smiled his wide Aiba smile and pulled Ohno into his arms easily, cradling him in the crooks of his elbows. “I thought we could do it on the couch today, how does that sound?”
Ohno didn’t respond, but both of them knew he wouldn’t, and he simply let himself be carried from the bed into the living room and then placed on the couch while Aiba told him excitedly, “I’ll get some lube first.”
He was gone and back in a second, placing the bottle on the table and then bouncing onto the sofa next to Ohno, but he promptly pulled him into his lap so the two of them were facing each other, and Aiba smiled again, this time more mischievously.
“Alright Oh-chan, let’s go,” he rumbled in his low sexy voice, and Ohno already felt himself getting warm as Aiba’s gentle hands began touching him, making him tingle with his whole body humming in anticipation.
Ohno watched intently as Aiba’s fingers went to the front of his own sweatpants-he had probably changed right when he had gotten home, because he wasn’t in his work clothes anymore-and he pulled back the elastic waist and adjusted them just a little so he could get them down enough to pull his cock out.
It wasn’t hard yet, but Ohno knew it would be soon and continued to heat up as Aiba put a few drops of lube on his hand and started stroking himself as he looked at Ohno.
“Hah… yeah… That’s good,” he sighed out, his other hand gripping onto Ohno’s side hard, and he couldn’t help but react to the touch, doing exactly what Aiba wanted him to.
Ohno watched the shiny dark cock as Aiba’s hand worked, covering the tip and then sliding down the shaft so that the rest of it was visible only a little at a time, and then coming back up all the way, making it get bigger and bigger by the second until he was completely hard, as hard as he usually was when they did this.
Ohno liked to watch Aiba’s face too, the way that it would start to change when he got lost deeper and deeper in the pleasure he gave himself, the way his lips parted in gasping breathes, or sometimes he would bite them when he got particularly excited and Ohno liked that too, especially the flushed reds that would color them, spreading all the way to his cheeks.
“Mmmm… Oh, that’s good, Oh-chan, keep going…” he sighed as he fell into a rhythm, three slow strokes and then five fast ones, and the head of his cock was glistening and he was thrusting his hips a little with the motions, moving them both up from the couch in small bursts.
Although Aiba wasn’t touching Ohno any more than where he was balanced on his thighs and the firm hand still on his side, he was still excited himself, burning up and wishing that Aiba would touch him more-
“Ah, almost there, Oh-chan-“
And indeed Aiba’s hand was speeding up, jerking him harder and harder, and then Aiba was letting out small gasping noises through his parted lips and Ohno was watching as Aiba looked at him, his eyes growing noticeably darker, and then he dug his thumb into the head of his cock and ejaculated all over Ohno, who tried his hardest to memorize what it felt like.
He took some deep breaths first, resting his head against the back of the couch, and then when he began tucking himself back into his pants, looked at Ohno again and jumped.
“Oh God! Oh-chan! I’m so sorry! Let me get a towel-“ And he moved Ohno gently onto the couch again, his face still flushed, but he looked much more relaxed too, just like he did after every time he masturbated.
And Ohno buzzed in pleasure, because even though he hadn’t come himself, he felt lucky to have seen Aiba like this-and so often! Almost every day, in fact. Generally speaking, they did it when Aiba came home from work, although they usually did it on the bed with Ohno lying next to him, but he never got sick of it no matter how or where it was. He had noted the different signs that Aiba displayed as he did it, when he was just letting out some tension, when he was looking to give away some energy, or when he was actually sexually aroused at something, and he knew where all of his sensitive spots were too.
In fact, he knew everything about Aiba, to a point where it would have been creepy had he not been his computer.
Well, technically, laptop-the luckiest laptop in the world, not only for having Aiba, which was a blessing in itself, but for being taken care of so well (the first time he’d gotten a virus from the questionable porn sites that they frequented, Aiba didn’t ignore it and didn’t try to take care of it himself; he took him to Nino-chan, who wasn’t as friendly as Aiba, but he knew a lot about Ohno and might have touched him inappropriately, but he was fixed in less than an hour and got to return home with Aiba without losing any of his memory) and, on top of that, Aiba masturbated with him and even called his name out sometimes.
Oh-chan, that’s good. That’s really good.
It made him get worked up every time, running his fans at a higher speed to keep himself from overheating, and now Aiba had released on him and Ohno filed the feeling into his secret Aiba folder where he kept all information about him, hidden somewhere that even Nino wouldn’t be able to find.
“Sorry about that,” Aiba whispered to him as he wiped off his screen with a wet towel, then dried him with the same care, and then pulled Ohno back into his lap, kissing him on the top of his outer case as if that were his head. “But it was definitely a good one today, Oh-chan. Might have to do it again before I go to bed,” he laughed in his high pitched chuckle, but Ohno would be quite happy if that happened.
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A/N: Hello crack. XD I hope you all had to read that twice. I tried to make the title as obscure and unrelated as possible as to not give it away. :)
During the fundraiser I was negotiating with arisa_draconis for a story, but some problems came up with paypal (if you'll remember) so we never finished before the new deadline came. I told her I'd write something anyway, but she just said she wanted more Ohba. ^__^ So I hope this is good enough. If not, I wrote something else that's too long to be a drabble, which I will post in a little while.
As a reminder, I'm always open to criticism, especially on things not betaed. ^____^