Just Another Love Story- Part 3
Title: Just Another Love Story- Part 3
Rating: R/NC17
Pairing: Matsuken/Nino
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: Just when he had given up trying, Nino manages to find love.
Note: Not betaed. Also, someone just subbed the video here at arashi_on of the two of them in L.A., which is what this chapter is about.
Part 1
Part 2
The premier in America came as a little bit of a surprise, although the movie had been promoted worldwide since the beginning, and somehow Nino managed to talk the higher ups into taking someone else besides just him.
And of course the only person that made sense was Matsuyama.
But after an exhaustive day (week, really) of television appearances and live events, Nino was ecstatic to even climb into the seat next to his boyfriend on the plane, let alone spend the next few days with him in a foreign country where no one knew who they were.
Although he really wanted to fall asleep on Matsuyama’s shoulder, the wide seats wouldn’t allow for that, and so instead he was sent off by his boyfriend’s quiet wishes for what he wanted to do in America and hopes that they would have time off rather than having to do other work (which seemed somewhat likely, but it wasn’t like any TV programs were going to be there, just a couple of reporters and the Gantz crew).
When everything was said and done (a quite fun time, although seeing himself act but hearing a heavy American English voice was strange), they had a complete day and a half free. They had to do some work for a television special, but even that was fun and almost date-like, except for the fact they were being followed by a film crew.
And since it was America, where they would look like any other Japanese people, Nino was just required to check in once before he went to bed, and then next morning before he went out (he wondered wistfully, why Matsuyama didn’t have the same restrictions). After that, it was like he was…abandoned, almost. Like, we have other stuff to do so just stay out of our way for a little while, would you?
He loved it.
They still had time for dinner after they had finished ‘filming’, so he took Matsuyama to an amazing burger chain that he had discovered last time he was here and they sat next to each other in the booth and held hands between them, and Matsuyama wiped ketchup off of Nino’s mouth (they really put too much of that stuff on here, but he didn’t mind much), and no one even looked at them.
After that they did a little shopping, not for souvenirs or video games or greasy American food, because they were going to do that tomorrow, but for condoms and lube because Nino was going to sneak into Matsuyama’s room tonight (well not really sneak although he had to be careful even though they had gotten nice suites and their crew was staying on a different floor, because his manager was not here and the hotel employees wouldn’t know who they were looking at if they saw him, and he already had a key anyway) and they were going to have unabashed sex until morning.
Probably.
Because Nino’s time clock was already pretty messed up, he managed until almost four, then passed out from exhaustion. But he woke up in Matsuyama’s arms in a bed much bigger than the one in his own apartment and only regretted sleeping in until noon because they had to cut out one of the videogame stores that Nino had wanted to hit before being ushered back to Japan tomorrow morning.
Matsuyama sang a corny Arashi song at the top of his lungs in the shower (which Nino had to correct the lyrics on, but he was grinning happily and watching in full amusement), and they ate pancakes at a nearby breakfast house, even though it was quite blatantly lunch time, and made a game plan for their date day. Matsuyama allowed Nino to name all the stores, but when it came to dinner, he insisted that he had heard of a nice place to go to and Nino instantly gave up with a small shrug.
Nino was on cloud nine.
Not only did he have a break from his idol life-walking the streets without sunglasses or a face mask-but also a public date with his boyfriend. Of course they were sort of discreet about the whole thing, not holding hands even if Nino had grabbed Ken-chan’s butt twice, but they ate ice cream in the park and talked about relationship type stuff (which mostly involved Matsuyama listing off the things he loved about Nino, much to his annoyance), and a kiss was even stolen despite the fact that an old woman was beadily staring at them from the bench across the way.
“I could seriously stay here. With you,” Matsuyama said quietly with a half grin, and part of Nino ached at those words. “Start a new life where we didn’t have to keep everything so secretive.”
But before Nino could even start to lecture him on being responsible and the fact that Arashi was waiting for him, Matsuyama chuckled, somewhat resignedly and mumbled, “Don’t worry, I know. Just a passing thought.”
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Matsuyama took him for a nice dinner at a beach-view restaurant, and Nino was pleased to find that it wasn’t expensive and that he didn’t have to change his clothes to eat there either (although Matsuyama paid for it, Nino was still conscious of the price of course, how could he not be?).
The food was good, although still a little greasy, but it was simple and surprisingly romantic, especially the corner table almost isolated from the rest of the room that they had somehow scored. And they sat next to each other just like before, far enough to not be obvious, but close enough that Nino could reach out to grab Matsuken’s hand under the edge of the table cloth when he felt like it.
They reminisced about their trip a little, about the stuff they had missed and what they wanted to do again if they could, but avoided the topic of their return to Japan in the morning for as long as possible, even though Nino knew that he was due for work as soon as they landed.
The night was still young, after all, and their dream world hadn’t been dispelled quite yet.
“We can stay like this forever, right?” Matsuyama suddenly asked, and Nino looked away from their reflection in the window to better examine the expression on the other man’s face.
After a second of silence, waiting for him to continue, Nino finally urged, “Like what?”
Matsuyama seemed confused at the question and his eyebrows dipped in thought as he stared straight ahead, obviously considering what exactly he wanted to stay the same, or at least how to put his thoughts into words.
They had finished dinner but stayed put to watch the sun set, a fantastic view from their seat, and now that it was gone, their own silhouettes were vivid in the dark glass because of the bright overhead lights. It was completely expected, but it seemed to be an allusion to the end of their trip and return from their perfect fairy tale world to real life once again.
“I suppose as long as I’m with Ninomiya-san, it’s enough,” he conceded, the slightly thoughtful look not completely gone from his face despite his answer.
Nino knew what he meant, though. He was feeling the same deep down in his chest, but for him, a perfect life here with Matsuken was weighing against his love for his job and Arashi, and although there was always room for dreaming, Nino knew what they would choose in the end. What both of them would, whether it was together or not.
But they were together and would be for as long as Nino could manage it, in Japan or anywhere else they would go. And just like Matsuyama had said, as long as they were together, it was enough.
“Ken-chan,” Nino whispered in reply. “I think I love you.”
And finally he looked away from the window and into Nino’s brown eyes and smiled widely, genuinely pleased with the response.
“I love you too. I love Ninomiya-san so much,” he said excitedly, then pulled the smaller man against him for a long hug.
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Matsuyama knew what he liked.
Nino wasn’t sure how, whether it was just picking up hints as he could or if he was actually able to read Nino’s personality that accurately, but without a doubt Matsuyama pleased him, more so now that he had at the beginning and he had certainly started off on a good foot.
They went back to the hotel together promptly after dinner and Nino didn’t care in the slightest if anyone saw them going into Ken-chan’s room together or not. There was a list of excuses why they were together, from drinking for celebration to Nino’s well known clinging personality, but even that wasn’t a factor in his current attitude. He was going to enjoy this last night of freedom with the person he loved even if it cost him some awkward questions in a few days.
Desperation. It was one of the things that Nino liked.
So when they had barely made it inside the door and Matsuyama was already tearing at his clothes and kissing his neck harshly, Nino gasped and shakily put down the bottle of Champagne he had carried with him from the lobby onto the large table by the door so that he could properly react.
Matsuyama physically picked him up to take him farther into the room, groping his ass obviously and running his hands under Nino’s shirt as his thighs took a tighter holder on Matsuyama’s waist. He was trying to help as much as he could--even though the bigger man could lift him without any effort-but instead of his arms holding him up they only tightly grasped onto the scratchy face as Nino responded avidly to the passion.
They tumbled onto the bed momentarily, only breaking apart so that Nino’s shirt could come over his head, but when they met again, Matsuyama’s mouth went to the pale neck, sucking hard and bruising the tender skin, but it was one of the things that Nino liked, so instead of reprimanding him he cried out. (They would be on an airplane all day tomorrow and he brought a scarf with him so it would be okay.)
And then he shuddered when his thin wrists were forced over the top of his head, Matsuyama maneuvering them so that he could hold them both in one of his large hands. Because even though he had never fully admitted it, he liked this the most, being dominated and wanted so badly that even the slightest possibility of him pulling away was removed.
Besides, he knew that there was no way he would be hurt and was confident enough in their relationship that instead of feeling nervously exposed, he felt excited (although still exposed), and knew that at any small indication of Nino’s discomfort (Ken-chan knew him so well after all) that they would stop immediately.
But Nino was sure he would never get to that point.
Just because he could, he struggled a little, testing the hold on his arms and finding himself unable to do much, and then gasped quietly as the free hand went to his jeans, somehow undoing them fluidly despite not having any help. They came off a little more difficultly, though, Nino’s legs being pulled up with barely noticeable force, and they were pushed to the ground as well as Matsuyama could manage in this position, but the mood wasn’t lost, and instead the anticipation of waiting for him to finish was only making Nino harder.
When Matsuken turned back to him, having succeeded in undressing him completely, his eyes were shining and he said in a ragged voice, “I want you… I want all of you right now.”
Nino’s breath caught once more and he a shiver of unanticipated arousal jolted through him. Usually Matsuyama wasn’t this hard on him, only hitting his fetishes occasionally, in a steady pace so that it was never too little but not usually too much either. Tonight, though, he was pulling them one out after the other, making Nino crazy with the stimulation and his own need to reach completion.
Their eyes stayed trained on each other for a few seconds, but eventually Matsuyama leaned down and kissed his chest lightly, making Nino jump at the light touch, and then leisurely licked his right nipple, circling it with his rough tongue before sucking on it hard, just like he had done to Nino’s neck a second ago.
And Nino reacted like he had been shocked with an electrical circuit, his body thrashing even though he still couldn’t move his arms. The nipples weren’t even one of his favored places, but the way Matsuyama used his mouth on them made it impossible to not react like that.
When he moved to the other one a second later to give it the same service as the first, Nino couldn’t stop himself from twitching, trying to thrust his hips up so his cock would be given some consideration too, but it was to no anvil because either the position wasn’t right or the body above him was too far away.
“Ken-chan, please… Fuck me, Ken-chan, please, please…” he gasped, already losing all his inhibitions of begging for what he wanted.
Although Matsuyama pulled away and began working his way lower, instead of doing exactly what he was asked like he usually would, he defied Nino (another thing he loved) and said, “You’re absolutely perfect.”
Compliments. Declarations of love. Profanities of how fucking hot this was. Nino loved those too. He didn’t care for dirty talk, being called a slut or whore, but Matsuyama hadn’t used any of that and somehow Nino knew he never would.
And then, right as he said, “I love you,” he stroked his cock, in exactly the right spot despite it being the first contact there tonight, and Nino gasped, somewhere between the sound of having his air sucked out of his lungs and whining that he had finally been touched and why hadn’t he done so earlier because it was perfect.
And Nino lost himself.
“Please, Ken-chan… I can’t… I can’t…” He was trembling everywhere, his legs and ass from the effort of helping his cock thrust up into Matsuyama’s touch, which had almost disappeared when Nino gasped out those words, and his arms from the strong hold they were still in, not struggling any more just taunt from his body trying to work itself into a better position.
Then, suddenly, everything was gone.
Nino shot up on the bed as fast as his reactions would allow, his chest heaving and shoulders shaking and he was more worried about what Matsuyama was doing rather than his cock which had become wet and was throbbing as his waist bent.
And then just as suddenly, he was back, gently kissing Nino-so so differently from their initial kiss-and running his hands through his hair tenderly and whispering that he was sorry for surprising him.
Once the panic disappeared, Nino pressed his lips to the closest piece of skin available and tried to climb on top of him, but Matsuken was sort of kneeling in front of him, not on the bed, and it was almost impossible, so instead he just begged, like he had been doing until now.
“Ken-chan, fuck me, fuck me,” he chanted in a low voice, forgetting that he was a prideful person and rarely begged for anything, especially to the degree he had already tonight.
“Ninomiya-san,” Matsuyama replied in his usual grainy voice, although this time it was a little heavier and darker, reaching forward to suck on his ear lobe for a few seconds before whispering, “You have to prepare yourself.”
And that’s when he noticed that the lube from yesterday had been skillfully slid into his palm and left there, Matsuyama instead running his hands up and down his bare thighs.
Nino gripped it tightly, still feeling hot and bothered, but he hated his own fingers because they weren’t long enough and they reminded him of all his nights alone and the sudden change in situation had jerked him out of his daze enough to hesitate.
“I want to see you,” Matsuyama added, kissing his neck next, licking the hollow area under his chin and Nino’s heart sped up even if he didn’t want it to.
“No, Ken-chan… Don’t make me,” he said in a tiny voice, and then he was kissed again, on his lips, sweetly and tenderly, enough that he would have physically fallen had he not been sitting down already.
And Matsuyama’s gentle hands were on him too, brushing over his nipples and down his sides and across his face and up his cock and Nino’s breath caught and he knew he couldn’t say no again, especially if he wanted Matsuyama’s dick inside him, which he really really did.
“How about we do it together?” Ken-chan suggested, now covering Nino’s small fist with his own and undoing the cap for him, haphazardly smearing both sets of fingers before taking the package and putting it back on the night stand.
Still together, he moved the hands slowly to Nino’s spread legs--Nino could feel the daze come back like it was a soft blanket that had been dropped from the ceiling--and he slowly slid his longest finger inside of himself even though it was still small and plain and not at all like Matsuyama’s strong ones.
But it was sexy because Matsuyama was watching closely, one of his thumbs rubbing against the edge of Nino’s finger where it was already inside of him, and then it started to stretch him more, the bigger digits joining in just as promised.
And somehow through the close management, after they had gotten over the initial awkwardness and Matsuyama was back to kissing him lightly by his collarbone, Nino was coaxed into fucking himself with his own fingers and for the first time he loved it, because Matsuyama wanted to see and he was visibly aroused by it and it was Nino’s turn to give a little instead of just taking.
“Ken-chan, fuck me,” he started again, almost as a reminder that they should be going in that direction and the other man’s eyes darted up to his face and without another word he basically tackled Nino back onto the bed, forcing his hands over his head just like before.
He had no control of his body after that. His nerves were making him twitch sporadically and moans were falling from his lips like repressed prayers and when he was inside of him everything came crashing together in an explosion inside of his head.
“I love you,” Matsuyama whispered right before the first thrust, and then “I want you. Stay with me forever.”
After that there was no room for words, the fucking rough and hard and desperate, making Nino’s muscles burn and chest ache with lack of proper breathing and he might have been dying and not known it because he didn’t even know who he was right now, what mattered other than Ken-chan and this.
But when he felt that buildup, that ocean of pleasure threatening to drown him with its intensity, Nino let it go, sounds mixed with words and pleads breaking free from his mouth.
“Oh, oh, Ken-chan rightthere…fuck! Ah, ah, ahhh. Harder, please, harder-“ and then the last syllable of the word got stuck in his throat as heat engulfed his cock and he cried out something completely incomprehensible.
Time stopped when he came.
Matsuyama was inside of him. His head was swimming and he was sweating like it was the middle of summer and the silk bedspread was soft.
And then he took a breath and came crashing down like he had just jumped off a building.
The first thing he did was to regain the breath he had lost before now and look up into Matsuyama’s eyes, which were dilated and slightly squinted at the edges. The second thing he did was to, hoarsely, gasp out how fucking amazing it had been in a light moan as Matsuyama thrust into him one more time, completely riding out his own orgasm.
And then he fell on top of Nino, obviously out of energy, and Nino held him, sliding his arms down the sweaty back and nosing the dark hair and mumbling a compliment that Matsuyama knew everything about him and that he loved him so much.
That was the last straw, though. Nino woke up several hours later to find that they hadn’t moved an inch, but that he had become freezing despite Matsuyama’s warmth, and that he felt disgusting, although he knew it was going to be one of those nights where he couldn’t do anything about it.
Managing to roll the bigger man over, Nino cringed when the cock slipped out of him, sticky with cum that hadn’t been cleaned, and lube and bodily sweat and anything else that he had forgotten, and then struggled to make it to the bathroom to at least wipe himself down with a towel.
He didn’t look at himself in the mirror because he knew he would start worrying about something or another when he really should put that off until morning and slunk back to the bed with a little help from the wall.
The covers were pulled back first before Nino prodded Matsuken awake enough to make him move by himself, and in no time at all they were both snuggled together in the middle of the giant bed, intertwined with each other just the way they should be.
Nino woke up to a piercing ringing sound the next morning, and began reaching for whatever it was even though it apparently was nowhere close to him.
Luckily enough Matsuyama got to the phone first with a rather large struggle of his own, but he furrowed his brows after he answered, mumbling absolutely nothing that was understandable.
A second later he put the phone up to Nino’s ear even as he laid on the bed, trying to go back to sleep.
“Yes, okay. It’s fine,” he replied in English while rubbing his eyes, then, after the phone was replaced on its stand, explained, “That was a wakeup call. We need to be ready to go in about an hour.” No wonder Ken-chan didn’t understand. It was eight o’clock in the morning after all and Nino’s English was marginally better than his because of the time that he had spent in Hollywood before. (It wasn’t that he knew more words, just that he had an easier time deciphering what the clusterfuck of syllables that Americans manipulated at will made.)
“Uggnnn,” Matsuyama whined in return, squinting his eyes shut again and falling back down on the bed. “I don’t want to.”
Nino laughed first, then gently stroked the other man’s hair, leaning down to steal one of the final kisses from their vacation.
“Come on. Time for a shower. We can sleep on the plane.”
And they did, Nino sprawling across the arm rest between them instead of properly laying back (the seat went far enough to actually be a mini bed), with his arm awkwardly bent over it to cradle his head, because this way he could reach Matsuyama’s hand.
Indeed, they were headed back to Japan, back to life, and for Nino, back to Arashi, but as long as they were together…well, that was enough.
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A/N: ^//_//^
Well, actually it's my birthday in some parts of the world and I was surprised to get a few messages from my fanfiction friends. So to celebrate I decided to post the last part to this, which was put off by the earthquake and fundraiser stories I've been working on. So Happy Birthday from me to you. I love you guys!! And thanks for all your support!
Rating: R/NC17
Pairing: Matsuken/Nino
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: Just when he had given up trying, Nino manages to find love.
Note: Not betaed. Also, someone just subbed the video here at arashi_on of the two of them in L.A., which is what this chapter is about.
Part 1
Part 2
The premier in America came as a little bit of a surprise, although the movie had been promoted worldwide since the beginning, and somehow Nino managed to talk the higher ups into taking someone else besides just him.
And of course the only person that made sense was Matsuyama.
But after an exhaustive day (week, really) of television appearances and live events, Nino was ecstatic to even climb into the seat next to his boyfriend on the plane, let alone spend the next few days with him in a foreign country where no one knew who they were.
Although he really wanted to fall asleep on Matsuyama’s shoulder, the wide seats wouldn’t allow for that, and so instead he was sent off by his boyfriend’s quiet wishes for what he wanted to do in America and hopes that they would have time off rather than having to do other work (which seemed somewhat likely, but it wasn’t like any TV programs were going to be there, just a couple of reporters and the Gantz crew).
When everything was said and done (a quite fun time, although seeing himself act but hearing a heavy American English voice was strange), they had a complete day and a half free. They had to do some work for a television special, but even that was fun and almost date-like, except for the fact they were being followed by a film crew.
And since it was America, where they would look like any other Japanese people, Nino was just required to check in once before he went to bed, and then next morning before he went out (he wondered wistfully, why Matsuyama didn’t have the same restrictions). After that, it was like he was…abandoned, almost. Like, we have other stuff to do so just stay out of our way for a little while, would you?
He loved it.
They still had time for dinner after they had finished ‘filming’, so he took Matsuyama to an amazing burger chain that he had discovered last time he was here and they sat next to each other in the booth and held hands between them, and Matsuyama wiped ketchup off of Nino’s mouth (they really put too much of that stuff on here, but he didn’t mind much), and no one even looked at them.
After that they did a little shopping, not for souvenirs or video games or greasy American food, because they were going to do that tomorrow, but for condoms and lube because Nino was going to sneak into Matsuyama’s room tonight (well not really sneak although he had to be careful even though they had gotten nice suites and their crew was staying on a different floor, because his manager was not here and the hotel employees wouldn’t know who they were looking at if they saw him, and he already had a key anyway) and they were going to have unabashed sex until morning.
Probably.
Because Nino’s time clock was already pretty messed up, he managed until almost four, then passed out from exhaustion. But he woke up in Matsuyama’s arms in a bed much bigger than the one in his own apartment and only regretted sleeping in until noon because they had to cut out one of the videogame stores that Nino had wanted to hit before being ushered back to Japan tomorrow morning.
Matsuyama sang a corny Arashi song at the top of his lungs in the shower (which Nino had to correct the lyrics on, but he was grinning happily and watching in full amusement), and they ate pancakes at a nearby breakfast house, even though it was quite blatantly lunch time, and made a game plan for their date day. Matsuyama allowed Nino to name all the stores, but when it came to dinner, he insisted that he had heard of a nice place to go to and Nino instantly gave up with a small shrug.
Nino was on cloud nine.
Not only did he have a break from his idol life-walking the streets without sunglasses or a face mask-but also a public date with his boyfriend. Of course they were sort of discreet about the whole thing, not holding hands even if Nino had grabbed Ken-chan’s butt twice, but they ate ice cream in the park and talked about relationship type stuff (which mostly involved Matsuyama listing off the things he loved about Nino, much to his annoyance), and a kiss was even stolen despite the fact that an old woman was beadily staring at them from the bench across the way.
“I could seriously stay here. With you,” Matsuyama said quietly with a half grin, and part of Nino ached at those words. “Start a new life where we didn’t have to keep everything so secretive.”
But before Nino could even start to lecture him on being responsible and the fact that Arashi was waiting for him, Matsuyama chuckled, somewhat resignedly and mumbled, “Don’t worry, I know. Just a passing thought.”
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Matsuyama took him for a nice dinner at a beach-view restaurant, and Nino was pleased to find that it wasn’t expensive and that he didn’t have to change his clothes to eat there either (although Matsuyama paid for it, Nino was still conscious of the price of course, how could he not be?).
The food was good, although still a little greasy, but it was simple and surprisingly romantic, especially the corner table almost isolated from the rest of the room that they had somehow scored. And they sat next to each other just like before, far enough to not be obvious, but close enough that Nino could reach out to grab Matsuken’s hand under the edge of the table cloth when he felt like it.
They reminisced about their trip a little, about the stuff they had missed and what they wanted to do again if they could, but avoided the topic of their return to Japan in the morning for as long as possible, even though Nino knew that he was due for work as soon as they landed.
The night was still young, after all, and their dream world hadn’t been dispelled quite yet.
“We can stay like this forever, right?” Matsuyama suddenly asked, and Nino looked away from their reflection in the window to better examine the expression on the other man’s face.
After a second of silence, waiting for him to continue, Nino finally urged, “Like what?”
Matsuyama seemed confused at the question and his eyebrows dipped in thought as he stared straight ahead, obviously considering what exactly he wanted to stay the same, or at least how to put his thoughts into words.
They had finished dinner but stayed put to watch the sun set, a fantastic view from their seat, and now that it was gone, their own silhouettes were vivid in the dark glass because of the bright overhead lights. It was completely expected, but it seemed to be an allusion to the end of their trip and return from their perfect fairy tale world to real life once again.
“I suppose as long as I’m with Ninomiya-san, it’s enough,” he conceded, the slightly thoughtful look not completely gone from his face despite his answer.
Nino knew what he meant, though. He was feeling the same deep down in his chest, but for him, a perfect life here with Matsuken was weighing against his love for his job and Arashi, and although there was always room for dreaming, Nino knew what they would choose in the end. What both of them would, whether it was together or not.
But they were together and would be for as long as Nino could manage it, in Japan or anywhere else they would go. And just like Matsuyama had said, as long as they were together, it was enough.
“Ken-chan,” Nino whispered in reply. “I think I love you.”
And finally he looked away from the window and into Nino’s brown eyes and smiled widely, genuinely pleased with the response.
“I love you too. I love Ninomiya-san so much,” he said excitedly, then pulled the smaller man against him for a long hug.
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Matsuyama knew what he liked.
Nino wasn’t sure how, whether it was just picking up hints as he could or if he was actually able to read Nino’s personality that accurately, but without a doubt Matsuyama pleased him, more so now that he had at the beginning and he had certainly started off on a good foot.
They went back to the hotel together promptly after dinner and Nino didn’t care in the slightest if anyone saw them going into Ken-chan’s room together or not. There was a list of excuses why they were together, from drinking for celebration to Nino’s well known clinging personality, but even that wasn’t a factor in his current attitude. He was going to enjoy this last night of freedom with the person he loved even if it cost him some awkward questions in a few days.
Desperation. It was one of the things that Nino liked.
So when they had barely made it inside the door and Matsuyama was already tearing at his clothes and kissing his neck harshly, Nino gasped and shakily put down the bottle of Champagne he had carried with him from the lobby onto the large table by the door so that he could properly react.
Matsuyama physically picked him up to take him farther into the room, groping his ass obviously and running his hands under Nino’s shirt as his thighs took a tighter holder on Matsuyama’s waist. He was trying to help as much as he could--even though the bigger man could lift him without any effort-but instead of his arms holding him up they only tightly grasped onto the scratchy face as Nino responded avidly to the passion.
They tumbled onto the bed momentarily, only breaking apart so that Nino’s shirt could come over his head, but when they met again, Matsuyama’s mouth went to the pale neck, sucking hard and bruising the tender skin, but it was one of the things that Nino liked, so instead of reprimanding him he cried out. (They would be on an airplane all day tomorrow and he brought a scarf with him so it would be okay.)
And then he shuddered when his thin wrists were forced over the top of his head, Matsuyama maneuvering them so that he could hold them both in one of his large hands. Because even though he had never fully admitted it, he liked this the most, being dominated and wanted so badly that even the slightest possibility of him pulling away was removed.
Besides, he knew that there was no way he would be hurt and was confident enough in their relationship that instead of feeling nervously exposed, he felt excited (although still exposed), and knew that at any small indication of Nino’s discomfort (Ken-chan knew him so well after all) that they would stop immediately.
But Nino was sure he would never get to that point.
Just because he could, he struggled a little, testing the hold on his arms and finding himself unable to do much, and then gasped quietly as the free hand went to his jeans, somehow undoing them fluidly despite not having any help. They came off a little more difficultly, though, Nino’s legs being pulled up with barely noticeable force, and they were pushed to the ground as well as Matsuyama could manage in this position, but the mood wasn’t lost, and instead the anticipation of waiting for him to finish was only making Nino harder.
When Matsuken turned back to him, having succeeded in undressing him completely, his eyes were shining and he said in a ragged voice, “I want you… I want all of you right now.”
Nino’s breath caught once more and he a shiver of unanticipated arousal jolted through him. Usually Matsuyama wasn’t this hard on him, only hitting his fetishes occasionally, in a steady pace so that it was never too little but not usually too much either. Tonight, though, he was pulling them one out after the other, making Nino crazy with the stimulation and his own need to reach completion.
Their eyes stayed trained on each other for a few seconds, but eventually Matsuyama leaned down and kissed his chest lightly, making Nino jump at the light touch, and then leisurely licked his right nipple, circling it with his rough tongue before sucking on it hard, just like he had done to Nino’s neck a second ago.
And Nino reacted like he had been shocked with an electrical circuit, his body thrashing even though he still couldn’t move his arms. The nipples weren’t even one of his favored places, but the way Matsuyama used his mouth on them made it impossible to not react like that.
When he moved to the other one a second later to give it the same service as the first, Nino couldn’t stop himself from twitching, trying to thrust his hips up so his cock would be given some consideration too, but it was to no anvil because either the position wasn’t right or the body above him was too far away.
“Ken-chan, please… Fuck me, Ken-chan, please, please…” he gasped, already losing all his inhibitions of begging for what he wanted.
Although Matsuyama pulled away and began working his way lower, instead of doing exactly what he was asked like he usually would, he defied Nino (another thing he loved) and said, “You’re absolutely perfect.”
Compliments. Declarations of love. Profanities of how fucking hot this was. Nino loved those too. He didn’t care for dirty talk, being called a slut or whore, but Matsuyama hadn’t used any of that and somehow Nino knew he never would.
And then, right as he said, “I love you,” he stroked his cock, in exactly the right spot despite it being the first contact there tonight, and Nino gasped, somewhere between the sound of having his air sucked out of his lungs and whining that he had finally been touched and why hadn’t he done so earlier because it was perfect.
And Nino lost himself.
“Please, Ken-chan… I can’t… I can’t…” He was trembling everywhere, his legs and ass from the effort of helping his cock thrust up into Matsuyama’s touch, which had almost disappeared when Nino gasped out those words, and his arms from the strong hold they were still in, not struggling any more just taunt from his body trying to work itself into a better position.
Then, suddenly, everything was gone.
Nino shot up on the bed as fast as his reactions would allow, his chest heaving and shoulders shaking and he was more worried about what Matsuyama was doing rather than his cock which had become wet and was throbbing as his waist bent.
And then just as suddenly, he was back, gently kissing Nino-so so differently from their initial kiss-and running his hands through his hair tenderly and whispering that he was sorry for surprising him.
Once the panic disappeared, Nino pressed his lips to the closest piece of skin available and tried to climb on top of him, but Matsuken was sort of kneeling in front of him, not on the bed, and it was almost impossible, so instead he just begged, like he had been doing until now.
“Ken-chan, fuck me, fuck me,” he chanted in a low voice, forgetting that he was a prideful person and rarely begged for anything, especially to the degree he had already tonight.
“Ninomiya-san,” Matsuyama replied in his usual grainy voice, although this time it was a little heavier and darker, reaching forward to suck on his ear lobe for a few seconds before whispering, “You have to prepare yourself.”
And that’s when he noticed that the lube from yesterday had been skillfully slid into his palm and left there, Matsuyama instead running his hands up and down his bare thighs.
Nino gripped it tightly, still feeling hot and bothered, but he hated his own fingers because they weren’t long enough and they reminded him of all his nights alone and the sudden change in situation had jerked him out of his daze enough to hesitate.
“I want to see you,” Matsuyama added, kissing his neck next, licking the hollow area under his chin and Nino’s heart sped up even if he didn’t want it to.
“No, Ken-chan… Don’t make me,” he said in a tiny voice, and then he was kissed again, on his lips, sweetly and tenderly, enough that he would have physically fallen had he not been sitting down already.
And Matsuyama’s gentle hands were on him too, brushing over his nipples and down his sides and across his face and up his cock and Nino’s breath caught and he knew he couldn’t say no again, especially if he wanted Matsuyama’s dick inside him, which he really really did.
“How about we do it together?” Ken-chan suggested, now covering Nino’s small fist with his own and undoing the cap for him, haphazardly smearing both sets of fingers before taking the package and putting it back on the night stand.
Still together, he moved the hands slowly to Nino’s spread legs--Nino could feel the daze come back like it was a soft blanket that had been dropped from the ceiling--and he slowly slid his longest finger inside of himself even though it was still small and plain and not at all like Matsuyama’s strong ones.
But it was sexy because Matsuyama was watching closely, one of his thumbs rubbing against the edge of Nino’s finger where it was already inside of him, and then it started to stretch him more, the bigger digits joining in just as promised.
And somehow through the close management, after they had gotten over the initial awkwardness and Matsuyama was back to kissing him lightly by his collarbone, Nino was coaxed into fucking himself with his own fingers and for the first time he loved it, because Matsuyama wanted to see and he was visibly aroused by it and it was Nino’s turn to give a little instead of just taking.
“Ken-chan, fuck me,” he started again, almost as a reminder that they should be going in that direction and the other man’s eyes darted up to his face and without another word he basically tackled Nino back onto the bed, forcing his hands over his head just like before.
He had no control of his body after that. His nerves were making him twitch sporadically and moans were falling from his lips like repressed prayers and when he was inside of him everything came crashing together in an explosion inside of his head.
“I love you,” Matsuyama whispered right before the first thrust, and then “I want you. Stay with me forever.”
After that there was no room for words, the fucking rough and hard and desperate, making Nino’s muscles burn and chest ache with lack of proper breathing and he might have been dying and not known it because he didn’t even know who he was right now, what mattered other than Ken-chan and this.
But when he felt that buildup, that ocean of pleasure threatening to drown him with its intensity, Nino let it go, sounds mixed with words and pleads breaking free from his mouth.
“Oh, oh, Ken-chan rightthere…fuck! Ah, ah, ahhh. Harder, please, harder-“ and then the last syllable of the word got stuck in his throat as heat engulfed his cock and he cried out something completely incomprehensible.
Time stopped when he came.
Matsuyama was inside of him. His head was swimming and he was sweating like it was the middle of summer and the silk bedspread was soft.
And then he took a breath and came crashing down like he had just jumped off a building.
The first thing he did was to regain the breath he had lost before now and look up into Matsuyama’s eyes, which were dilated and slightly squinted at the edges. The second thing he did was to, hoarsely, gasp out how fucking amazing it had been in a light moan as Matsuyama thrust into him one more time, completely riding out his own orgasm.
And then he fell on top of Nino, obviously out of energy, and Nino held him, sliding his arms down the sweaty back and nosing the dark hair and mumbling a compliment that Matsuyama knew everything about him and that he loved him so much.
That was the last straw, though. Nino woke up several hours later to find that they hadn’t moved an inch, but that he had become freezing despite Matsuyama’s warmth, and that he felt disgusting, although he knew it was going to be one of those nights where he couldn’t do anything about it.
Managing to roll the bigger man over, Nino cringed when the cock slipped out of him, sticky with cum that hadn’t been cleaned, and lube and bodily sweat and anything else that he had forgotten, and then struggled to make it to the bathroom to at least wipe himself down with a towel.
He didn’t look at himself in the mirror because he knew he would start worrying about something or another when he really should put that off until morning and slunk back to the bed with a little help from the wall.
The covers were pulled back first before Nino prodded Matsuken awake enough to make him move by himself, and in no time at all they were both snuggled together in the middle of the giant bed, intertwined with each other just the way they should be.
Nino woke up to a piercing ringing sound the next morning, and began reaching for whatever it was even though it apparently was nowhere close to him.
Luckily enough Matsuyama got to the phone first with a rather large struggle of his own, but he furrowed his brows after he answered, mumbling absolutely nothing that was understandable.
A second later he put the phone up to Nino’s ear even as he laid on the bed, trying to go back to sleep.
“Yes, okay. It’s fine,” he replied in English while rubbing his eyes, then, after the phone was replaced on its stand, explained, “That was a wakeup call. We need to be ready to go in about an hour.” No wonder Ken-chan didn’t understand. It was eight o’clock in the morning after all and Nino’s English was marginally better than his because of the time that he had spent in Hollywood before. (It wasn’t that he knew more words, just that he had an easier time deciphering what the clusterfuck of syllables that Americans manipulated at will made.)
“Uggnnn,” Matsuyama whined in return, squinting his eyes shut again and falling back down on the bed. “I don’t want to.”
Nino laughed first, then gently stroked the other man’s hair, leaning down to steal one of the final kisses from their vacation.
“Come on. Time for a shower. We can sleep on the plane.”
And they did, Nino sprawling across the arm rest between them instead of properly laying back (the seat went far enough to actually be a mini bed), with his arm awkwardly bent over it to cradle his head, because this way he could reach Matsuyama’s hand.
Indeed, they were headed back to Japan, back to life, and for Nino, back to Arashi, but as long as they were together…well, that was enough.
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A/N: ^//_//^
Well, actually it's my birthday in some parts of the world and I was surprised to get a few messages from my fanfiction friends. So to celebrate I decided to post the last part to this, which was put off by the earthquake and fundraiser stories I've been working on. So Happy Birthday from me to you. I love you guys!! And thanks for all your support!