[Arashi] Drabbles
Various Arashi Drabbles
Nino/Ohno, Sho/Nino, Nino/Arashi | G - R
Finally compiling drabbles I've thrown in comments around the internet over the last..while. I don't remember a lot of these even, haha. This is not all of them. The rest will come at a later date.
sho/nino
Nino's skin is warm against his side, and for a moment -- just a moment -- Sho thinks his heart might burst. But then the Game Over screen flashes noisily at Nino and he jumps up off the couch, hastily shoving his DS at Sho.
"I'll be back in a bit," Nino says, storming off.
Sho nods at Nino's back and closes the screen. He doesn't know if he should put it down on the coffee table or not, so instead he just holds onto it gently, clamps his teeth onto his bottom lip and waits patiently for Nino to return.
It's only when he's starting to nod off that he finally looks at his watch and realises that Nino's been gone nearly forty minutes, and if that's not an indication of him not returning, then Sho doesn't know what is.
"Five minutes," a staff member pops her head around the door to tell him and ducks back out again.
"Ah," he halts her, waiting for her to appear again. "Have you seen Nino?"
The staff member is slightly perplexed. "He's finished for the day. He went home a while ago."
"Thank you," Sho says and bows his head. He looks down forlornly at the DS in his hands. Unzipping his bag, he rolls it up in his jacket, just to be careful, and then opens his bottle and takes a large gulp of water. "Alright," he says to himself, running his fingers through his hair and making his way over to the shoot.
I still have your DS, he mails Nino later when he's on his way home. He tentatively adds a smiley face, and then takes it away again. He puts an exclamation mark instead.
Nino never replies, but instead rings Sho's doorbell about half an hour after Sho's returned home and is midway through a particularly bland bowl of curry. Sho only opens the door a crack. "Your DS right?"
"Among other things," Nino replies and squeezes his way in and past Sho.
"On the table," Sho says in response to Nino's questioning glance. "You didn't come back earlier today; I wasn't sure what to do with it."
"Yeah, I forgot," says Nino distantly. "Or. Yeah." He picks up the DS and grasps it tightly, then spins on his heel to make his way back to the front door. "That's all."
Sho frowns. "So, not among other things?"
Nino stops in front of Sho and is thoughtful for a second. "Among other things?" he repeats. He shrugs, stands on his toes and pecks Sho on the cheek. "Can't remember," he says, and then he's outside the front door bowing, "Thank you!" and by the time he's taken one step away the DS is open and his game is back on.
Sho cocks his head to the side. "Goodnight?" he calls, but Nino ignores him. He closes the door shut and sighs. Oh Nino.
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ohno/nino
"There's a festival on tonight," Nino says distantly, sprawled out on the couch, hair tangled between the fingers of her right hand. Ohno watches her lazily as she attempts to comb the knots out. Her fingers get stuck and she looks back at Ohno expectantly. "Are you listening?" she asks, one eyebrow raised.
Ohno continues to stare at her. "Do you need a brush?"
"Do you need a pair of ears?" Nino snaps at him, then takes a deep breath and starts combing her hair with her fingers again. "I said there was a festival on," she says, looking at the ceiling.
"Did you want to go?" Ohno asks slowly.
Nino rolls over to face him. "What do you think?"
Ohno coughs. "M-maybe?"
"You're useless." She sits up. "We're going, okay. And I will look pretty, and we will have fun."
"Okay," Ohno smiles as she walks into the bathroom and closes the door.
She pops her head out. "Get ready." She closes the door again, more quietly this time.
"Okay," he repeats, and shuffles off to get changed.
Nino slips into the bedroom fifteen minutes later, hairdryer in hand, wrapped only in a towel and dripping all over the carpet. Ohno only stares a little. At first. And then more and more as she drops her towel in favour of the yukata she has lying out on the bed.
"Quit it," she says without even turning around and Ohno turns away and buckles up his belt. Before Ohno can pull on his shirt though, Nino is prodding at his shoulder, "Dry my hair," and battering her eyelashes.
Nino sits down on the floor and Ohno plugs the hairdryer in and flicks it on. "Your hair is getting long," he says as he sits down behind her, but he can't hear her reply. He runs his fingers through her hair as it dries. It's so soft. "I like it long."
They don't say anymore after that, with only the murmur of the hairdryer and the muffled sounds from the TV in the living room to fill the silence, and when Nino's hair is finally dry, she twists around to look at Ohno. She puts a hand tentatively on his stomach and her eyes don't quite meet his, but Ohno is almost certain she's blushing.
"Thanks," she says shyly and kisses him on the tip of his nose. "Let's go." She stands up and pulls him up with her and towards the door.
"I don't have a shirt on yet," Ohno cries.
"And I don't have makeup, but we all have to make sacrifices. One day you'll learn," she says matter-of-factly, and pats him on the shoulder. Her lips curl up at the edges ever so slightly.
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nino/arashi
Nino slips a hand just under the elastic of his underpants and then promptly pulls it back out. There is something morally wrong with this situation, and he's surprised he's even gotten this far.
He quickly smacks the power button on the remote and the TV flicks to black and the music cuts out.
He sits there for a few minutes, a little hot and a lot flustered and then his hand moves on its own, back to the remote, back to the power button. The DVD is still playing when colour splashes back onto the screen and there's a close-up of Sho that cuts to Ohno and lingers there awhile. They're up to the chorus in Happiness.
Nino feels like a horrible person.
But he also feels horribly turned on, and he decides to put all rational thought out of his mind momentarily for the sake of getting off. Even though it's kind of fucked up.
His hand is back down his pants and under his stupidly bright orange underwear within a few seconds, and as he grabs himself a whole mix of emotions smack him in the chest. He shouldn't be doing this, but the thought only makes him want it more.
As Aiba runs past on the screen sharing a quick hug with Nino, Nino can feel Aiba's arms around him, warm and loving and chock-full of affection.
As Jun hangs over Nino's shoulder and gives him a quick grin, Nino feels it as if Jun were here right now, hands ghosting down his arms, skin hot and buzzing with the kind of excitement that only a live concert can bring out.
As Sho turns to Nino and they sing towards each other, there's a moment where Sho's gaze is almost lustful, and Nino feels it right through the television and it sends shivers right down from his head to his toes and everywhere in between.
As Ohno links their hands together, he feels Ohno's hand join his and wrap around his cock as he strokes; their pulses meld together into one, matching into every beat of the music.
And on that last note, that climatic ending, that pile of silly grins as they jump for the conclusion as if they were a real rock band, Nino comes into his hand, gasping and shuddering. Their faces are all still up on the screen, grinning and smiling at him and he takes a deep breath and tries to collect himself.
Then there's a knock and the door and Nino jumps up and flails around trying to quickly clean up and make himself presentable, and when he finally gets to the door after the second knock, Jun is standing there, mouth open like he really was going to say something before a glaringly obvious fact distracted him.
Jun looks between the very red Nino and the TV, eyebrows going higher and higher in what Nino identifies as shocked realisation. Jun looks back at Nino and smirks.
Oh fuck, is all Nino can think.
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ohno/nino
"So soft," Ohno coos, rubbing his hand over Nino's belly.
Nino goes along with it all, smug grin across his cheeks, while Sho looks particularly distressed. "How long are you going to do that for, seriously."
"Foreeever," Ohno tells Sho, now curling up into Nino's lap and putting his face to Nino's stomach.
Nino gives Sho a wink.
Then Ohno informs them, "I'm going to go to sleep here." He nods as if agreeing with himself. "I'm going to go to sleep here foreeever."
"You make it look like he's pregnant," Sho says, exasperated.
"But he is!" Ohno looks hurt. "Pregnant with my looove."
Sho splutters. "Have you been drinking?" He turns to Nino. "Has he been drinking?"
Nino shrugs and runs his fingers through Ohno's hair. "Probably. Better sober up, Oh-chan, now that I'm having your baby of looove."
Ohno sits up and clenches his fists. "I can do it!"
"Of course you can," Nino smiles. "Of course you can."
###
sho/nino
"Wait, something's wrong," Sho says, looking up.
Nino works out a mix of Nothing's wrong, Shut up, and Don't speak and shoves Sho's head back down again and leans back into the headboard.
Sho chokes a little. "Really," he says around Nino's cock.
Nino sighs and lets Sho sit up between his legs and work out his brain.
"It's like--" he spins around and blinks at the pair of eyes peering through the slightly open door, "--someone's watching."
"And?" Nino is decidedly unconcerned.
"Niiino," Sho cries, "it's fucked up."
Nino pats Sho on the head. "It's all fucked up, don't worry." He puts out a hand and signals the watching eyes inside.
Ohno is assumedly pushed through the door and he stumbles for a few metres, bracing himself when he gets to the bed. "You left the door open," he says.
Sho sits there scandalised, and he can hear Aiba and Jun giggling outside and he doesn't even want to know.
"Don't stop on my account," Ohno tells them, and sits down cross-legged on the floor, smiling up at them.
"Nino, I can't do this," Sho continues to whine.
Nino kisses him on the lips, "You can do anything." He adds a wink, for good measure.
###
sho/nino
Nino closes his eyes for a minute and takes a deep breath. Sho is-- he doesn't even want to acknowledge it.
"Are you alright?" Sho asks, tapping Nino on the shoulder.
Nino's eyes flick open again at the contact and Sho is nearly in his lap in that damn yukata and Nino forgets to breathe momentarily. He can't manage words so he nods instead in response.
Sho sits back on the floor, legs resting over Nino's lap. "Okay," he says, but it's completely unnecessary. He leans back, putting his hands on the ground to brace himself there and smiles. "It's nice that it's not too hot tonight."
All Nino's brain is telling him is yukata yukata yukata fuck yukata but he manages to voice a small, "Mm," as he lets himself stare openly now. And it's not like Sho's paying any attention anyway, because he's gazing up at the ceiling.
He just wants to --
Sho looks back down at Nino in confusion as his legs get pushed off Nino's lap. "Are you going somewhere?" he questions.
Nino doesn't reply. Instead, he hitches up his own yukata to his knees and puts one leg either side of Sho's thighs, essentially straddling him. There's a few moments of silence there and Nino is hyperaware of his own heart beat, and then he grabs Sho's upper arm, reveling in the feel of the light summery material beneath his hand, and kisses him.
Sho doesn't dare to move, and when Nino sits back, Sho's eyes are wide open but his mouth is sealed shut.
"Yukata," Nino says, like it explains everything. And well, at least to Nino it does.
###
Nino's midway through shoveling a tester spoon of pasta sauce into his mouth when Sho bursts into the kitchen, shirtless, and pants slipping down to his ankles.
"I," Sho starts, shakily, looking all around, "I don't know what's going on."
Nino chokes on the pasta sauce, and grabs at at a paper towel, dabbing at his chin and the counter and the floor as he tries to grasp the situation. "Where did you even come from?"
"The living room," Sho answers quickly, and then shakes his head, "No, I don't know. Not the living room." He thinks for a second, as his pants hit the floor. "Not the living room," he says again.
"I thought you were the only one here," Nino says tentatively, looking down at Sho's forgotten pants and then back up again.
Sho nods, "I am." He steps slowly out of his pants and leaves them on the kitchen floor. "Maybe. I think I am."
Nino turns his back on Sho for a second to stir the sauce and when he spins around again, Sho is lying on the tiles, arms and legs splayed out, eyes closed. "Are you asleep?"
There is no reply and Nino considers for a minute dragging Sho out of the kitchen, but instead he continues cooking.
He leans against the counter and pulls out his phone. "Oh-chan?" he says into the receiver. "Come over? No, he passed out in his underwear on the kitchen floor. I don't know."
Ohno makes it there while the pasta is still hot, and he peers into the kitchen questioningly, looking back at Nino with one eyebrow quirked.
"No really," Nino says, "I have no idea."
###
Nino wakes in the middle of the night to an Aiba wrapped around his legs and an Ohno clinging tightly to his left arm. His limbs are all completely asleep (minus his right arm) and he dreads the coming of the inevitable pins and needles. He wriggles a bit, but Aiba and Ohno are completely out and all he can do is flail his free arm madly and try and wake Ohno up (Aiba is totally out of reach).
"Caaaptain," he calls, shaking Ohno. "Get up, I can't move."
Ohno opens his eyes, but isn't awake, not really, and he worms his way up higher and wraps his arms around Nino's neck instead, lying all over Nino's arm, and closes his eyes again.
"I can't move," he tries again, and Ohno simply grunts and kisses Nino on the cheek, staying put. It makes things a whole lot more awkward, Nino realises, because then Nino is hyperaware of the fact that Ohno is lying half on him, pressed up against his side -- and there's Aiba around his legs, but that's beyond the point.
He can feel his arm cramping and his toes are entirely numb, so he scrunches up his face and tries to imagine movement, tries to imagine that he's not being pinned down and lied all over and that Ohno isn't so close.
"Aiba-chan," he tries this time. He leaves it a few seconds then calls out again, but there is, unsurprisingly, no response. He's not getting to sleep like this. "Sho-kun," he shouts, done with niceties and politeness.
To his delight, a few seconds later, a sleepy and ruffled Sho comes crawling over, looking unexpectedly sympathetic, and he wraps his arms around Aiba's stomach and tugs him away from Nino's legs. Nino feels amazing for all of five seconds and then the pins and needles kick right in, and he can't even roll around in discomfort because his left side is still completely pinned down and Sho has gone and passed out on top of Aiba and is entirely of no help at all.
Nino considers asking Jun, but thinks better of it.
He bends and stretches his legs over and over, desperately wanting to massage away the annoying prickly feeling in his toes, and then, in distress, resorts to pinching Ohno on the nose and quickly jumping away when Ohno's reflexes send him reeling back.
There is such satisfaction in his newfound freedom, and he squeaks with glee. And then instantly feels really stupid, but well.
"In the morning," Ohno is mumbling, presumably in his sleep, and Nino has no idea what he's talking about so he ignores it, massaging at his limbs.
He finally curls up in to a ball and turns onto his side, falling back to sleep.
Only to wake up feeling much too akin to a turtle, with a makeshift Jun-shell. He sighs, you can never win.
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nino/ohno
"N-Nino..."
Nino bites his lip and looks up at Ohno. He wants to say something normal, sound mature, but Ohno is sitting there cross-legged and his shirt is gone and his jeans are undone, so when he tries to say, "It's getting late," it comes out squeaky and awkward and not at all normal or mature.
He quickly tilts his head back down and stares pointedly at his hands, pulling them up into the sleeves of his cardigan as he breathes in and out slowly, one two, one two.
"It's getting late," he repeats, smoothly this time -- normal, mature.
"Nn," is Ohno's initial response, and then, "Ah."
Nino's eyes flick up again and he instantly regrets it because Ohno is suddenly slipping a hand down the front of his open jeans. Nino's brain kicks into overdrive as it tries to decide between run, join in, or close eyes and pretend nothing's happening.
He manages to fail at all three and ends up sitting there staring in disbelief and embarrassment and a whole number of other things that he can't quite place (or doesn't want to).
"Keep talking," Ohno tells him, squeezing his eyes shut.
Nino flushes a bright red at this and he hides behind his hands, peering out through his fingers.
"Say anything," Ohno says, "or sing. You could sing. You should sing."
Ohno's voice is rough and his cheeks are dusted with a light pink and Nino knows even if he had wanted to there is no way he'd be able to sing right now. He reverts to option 2 from before, and leans over, one hand on Ohno's chest and the other on his cheek, and kisses him.
Ohno's lips are soft, so soft, and he can't remember the last time kissing felt so good, but then suddenly he feels really uncomfortable and he jumps back and Ohno is just sitting there, staring at him, hand no longer moving, and Nino spins around quickly, holding his knees up to his chest. "Just--" he starts to say. He can't bring himself to finish the sentence.
Nino/Ohno, Sho/Nino, Nino/Arashi | G - R
Finally compiling drabbles I've thrown in comments around the internet over the last..while. I don't remember a lot of these even, haha. This is not all of them. The rest will come at a later date.
sho/nino
Nino's skin is warm against his side, and for a moment -- just a moment -- Sho thinks his heart might burst. But then the Game Over screen flashes noisily at Nino and he jumps up off the couch, hastily shoving his DS at Sho.
"I'll be back in a bit," Nino says, storming off.
Sho nods at Nino's back and closes the screen. He doesn't know if he should put it down on the coffee table or not, so instead he just holds onto it gently, clamps his teeth onto his bottom lip and waits patiently for Nino to return.
It's only when he's starting to nod off that he finally looks at his watch and realises that Nino's been gone nearly forty minutes, and if that's not an indication of him not returning, then Sho doesn't know what is.
"Five minutes," a staff member pops her head around the door to tell him and ducks back out again.
"Ah," he halts her, waiting for her to appear again. "Have you seen Nino?"
The staff member is slightly perplexed. "He's finished for the day. He went home a while ago."
"Thank you," Sho says and bows his head. He looks down forlornly at the DS in his hands. Unzipping his bag, he rolls it up in his jacket, just to be careful, and then opens his bottle and takes a large gulp of water. "Alright," he says to himself, running his fingers through his hair and making his way over to the shoot.
I still have your DS, he mails Nino later when he's on his way home. He tentatively adds a smiley face, and then takes it away again. He puts an exclamation mark instead.
Nino never replies, but instead rings Sho's doorbell about half an hour after Sho's returned home and is midway through a particularly bland bowl of curry. Sho only opens the door a crack. "Your DS right?"
"Among other things," Nino replies and squeezes his way in and past Sho.
"On the table," Sho says in response to Nino's questioning glance. "You didn't come back earlier today; I wasn't sure what to do with it."
"Yeah, I forgot," says Nino distantly. "Or. Yeah." He picks up the DS and grasps it tightly, then spins on his heel to make his way back to the front door. "That's all."
Sho frowns. "So, not among other things?"
Nino stops in front of Sho and is thoughtful for a second. "Among other things?" he repeats. He shrugs, stands on his toes and pecks Sho on the cheek. "Can't remember," he says, and then he's outside the front door bowing, "Thank you!" and by the time he's taken one step away the DS is open and his game is back on.
Sho cocks his head to the side. "Goodnight?" he calls, but Nino ignores him. He closes the door shut and sighs. Oh Nino.
###
ohno/nino
"There's a festival on tonight," Nino says distantly, sprawled out on the couch, hair tangled between the fingers of her right hand. Ohno watches her lazily as she attempts to comb the knots out. Her fingers get stuck and she looks back at Ohno expectantly. "Are you listening?" she asks, one eyebrow raised.
Ohno continues to stare at her. "Do you need a brush?"
"Do you need a pair of ears?" Nino snaps at him, then takes a deep breath and starts combing her hair with her fingers again. "I said there was a festival on," she says, looking at the ceiling.
"Did you want to go?" Ohno asks slowly.
Nino rolls over to face him. "What do you think?"
Ohno coughs. "M-maybe?"
"You're useless." She sits up. "We're going, okay. And I will look pretty, and we will have fun."
"Okay," Ohno smiles as she walks into the bathroom and closes the door.
She pops her head out. "Get ready." She closes the door again, more quietly this time.
"Okay," he repeats, and shuffles off to get changed.
Nino slips into the bedroom fifteen minutes later, hairdryer in hand, wrapped only in a towel and dripping all over the carpet. Ohno only stares a little. At first. And then more and more as she drops her towel in favour of the yukata she has lying out on the bed.
"Quit it," she says without even turning around and Ohno turns away and buckles up his belt. Before Ohno can pull on his shirt though, Nino is prodding at his shoulder, "Dry my hair," and battering her eyelashes.
Nino sits down on the floor and Ohno plugs the hairdryer in and flicks it on. "Your hair is getting long," he says as he sits down behind her, but he can't hear her reply. He runs his fingers through her hair as it dries. It's so soft. "I like it long."
They don't say anymore after that, with only the murmur of the hairdryer and the muffled sounds from the TV in the living room to fill the silence, and when Nino's hair is finally dry, she twists around to look at Ohno. She puts a hand tentatively on his stomach and her eyes don't quite meet his, but Ohno is almost certain she's blushing.
"Thanks," she says shyly and kisses him on the tip of his nose. "Let's go." She stands up and pulls him up with her and towards the door.
"I don't have a shirt on yet," Ohno cries.
"And I don't have makeup, but we all have to make sacrifices. One day you'll learn," she says matter-of-factly, and pats him on the shoulder. Her lips curl up at the edges ever so slightly.
###
nino/arashi
Nino slips a hand just under the elastic of his underpants and then promptly pulls it back out. There is something morally wrong with this situation, and he's surprised he's even gotten this far.
He quickly smacks the power button on the remote and the TV flicks to black and the music cuts out.
He sits there for a few minutes, a little hot and a lot flustered and then his hand moves on its own, back to the remote, back to the power button. The DVD is still playing when colour splashes back onto the screen and there's a close-up of Sho that cuts to Ohno and lingers there awhile. They're up to the chorus in Happiness.
Nino feels like a horrible person.
But he also feels horribly turned on, and he decides to put all rational thought out of his mind momentarily for the sake of getting off. Even though it's kind of fucked up.
His hand is back down his pants and under his stupidly bright orange underwear within a few seconds, and as he grabs himself a whole mix of emotions smack him in the chest. He shouldn't be doing this, but the thought only makes him want it more.
As Aiba runs past on the screen sharing a quick hug with Nino, Nino can feel Aiba's arms around him, warm and loving and chock-full of affection.
As Jun hangs over Nino's shoulder and gives him a quick grin, Nino feels it as if Jun were here right now, hands ghosting down his arms, skin hot and buzzing with the kind of excitement that only a live concert can bring out.
As Sho turns to Nino and they sing towards each other, there's a moment where Sho's gaze is almost lustful, and Nino feels it right through the television and it sends shivers right down from his head to his toes and everywhere in between.
As Ohno links their hands together, he feels Ohno's hand join his and wrap around his cock as he strokes; their pulses meld together into one, matching into every beat of the music.
And on that last note, that climatic ending, that pile of silly grins as they jump for the conclusion as if they were a real rock band, Nino comes into his hand, gasping and shuddering. Their faces are all still up on the screen, grinning and smiling at him and he takes a deep breath and tries to collect himself.
Then there's a knock and the door and Nino jumps up and flails around trying to quickly clean up and make himself presentable, and when he finally gets to the door after the second knock, Jun is standing there, mouth open like he really was going to say something before a glaringly obvious fact distracted him.
Jun looks between the very red Nino and the TV, eyebrows going higher and higher in what Nino identifies as shocked realisation. Jun looks back at Nino and smirks.
Oh fuck, is all Nino can think.
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ohno/nino
"So soft," Ohno coos, rubbing his hand over Nino's belly.
Nino goes along with it all, smug grin across his cheeks, while Sho looks particularly distressed. "How long are you going to do that for, seriously."
"Foreeever," Ohno tells Sho, now curling up into Nino's lap and putting his face to Nino's stomach.
Nino gives Sho a wink.
Then Ohno informs them, "I'm going to go to sleep here." He nods as if agreeing with himself. "I'm going to go to sleep here foreeever."
"You make it look like he's pregnant," Sho says, exasperated.
"But he is!" Ohno looks hurt. "Pregnant with my looove."
Sho splutters. "Have you been drinking?" He turns to Nino. "Has he been drinking?"
Nino shrugs and runs his fingers through Ohno's hair. "Probably. Better sober up, Oh-chan, now that I'm having your baby of looove."
Ohno sits up and clenches his fists. "I can do it!"
"Of course you can," Nino smiles. "Of course you can."
###
sho/nino
"Wait, something's wrong," Sho says, looking up.
Nino works out a mix of Nothing's wrong, Shut up, and Don't speak and shoves Sho's head back down again and leans back into the headboard.
Sho chokes a little. "Really," he says around Nino's cock.
Nino sighs and lets Sho sit up between his legs and work out his brain.
"It's like--" he spins around and blinks at the pair of eyes peering through the slightly open door, "--someone's watching."
"And?" Nino is decidedly unconcerned.
"Niiino," Sho cries, "it's fucked up."
Nino pats Sho on the head. "It's all fucked up, don't worry." He puts out a hand and signals the watching eyes inside.
Ohno is assumedly pushed through the door and he stumbles for a few metres, bracing himself when he gets to the bed. "You left the door open," he says.
Sho sits there scandalised, and he can hear Aiba and Jun giggling outside and he doesn't even want to know.
"Don't stop on my account," Ohno tells them, and sits down cross-legged on the floor, smiling up at them.
"Nino, I can't do this," Sho continues to whine.
Nino kisses him on the lips, "You can do anything." He adds a wink, for good measure.
###
sho/nino
Nino closes his eyes for a minute and takes a deep breath. Sho is-- he doesn't even want to acknowledge it.
"Are you alright?" Sho asks, tapping Nino on the shoulder.
Nino's eyes flick open again at the contact and Sho is nearly in his lap in that damn yukata and Nino forgets to breathe momentarily. He can't manage words so he nods instead in response.
Sho sits back on the floor, legs resting over Nino's lap. "Okay," he says, but it's completely unnecessary. He leans back, putting his hands on the ground to brace himself there and smiles. "It's nice that it's not too hot tonight."
All Nino's brain is telling him is yukata yukata yukata fuck yukata but he manages to voice a small, "Mm," as he lets himself stare openly now. And it's not like Sho's paying any attention anyway, because he's gazing up at the ceiling.
He just wants to --
Sho looks back down at Nino in confusion as his legs get pushed off Nino's lap. "Are you going somewhere?" he questions.
Nino doesn't reply. Instead, he hitches up his own yukata to his knees and puts one leg either side of Sho's thighs, essentially straddling him. There's a few moments of silence there and Nino is hyperaware of his own heart beat, and then he grabs Sho's upper arm, reveling in the feel of the light summery material beneath his hand, and kisses him.
Sho doesn't dare to move, and when Nino sits back, Sho's eyes are wide open but his mouth is sealed shut.
"Yukata," Nino says, like it explains everything. And well, at least to Nino it does.
###
Nino's midway through shoveling a tester spoon of pasta sauce into his mouth when Sho bursts into the kitchen, shirtless, and pants slipping down to his ankles.
"I," Sho starts, shakily, looking all around, "I don't know what's going on."
Nino chokes on the pasta sauce, and grabs at at a paper towel, dabbing at his chin and the counter and the floor as he tries to grasp the situation. "Where did you even come from?"
"The living room," Sho answers quickly, and then shakes his head, "No, I don't know. Not the living room." He thinks for a second, as his pants hit the floor. "Not the living room," he says again.
"I thought you were the only one here," Nino says tentatively, looking down at Sho's forgotten pants and then back up again.
Sho nods, "I am." He steps slowly out of his pants and leaves them on the kitchen floor. "Maybe. I think I am."
Nino turns his back on Sho for a second to stir the sauce and when he spins around again, Sho is lying on the tiles, arms and legs splayed out, eyes closed. "Are you asleep?"
There is no reply and Nino considers for a minute dragging Sho out of the kitchen, but instead he continues cooking.
He leans against the counter and pulls out his phone. "Oh-chan?" he says into the receiver. "Come over? No, he passed out in his underwear on the kitchen floor. I don't know."
Ohno makes it there while the pasta is still hot, and he peers into the kitchen questioningly, looking back at Nino with one eyebrow quirked.
"No really," Nino says, "I have no idea."
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Nino wakes in the middle of the night to an Aiba wrapped around his legs and an Ohno clinging tightly to his left arm. His limbs are all completely asleep (minus his right arm) and he dreads the coming of the inevitable pins and needles. He wriggles a bit, but Aiba and Ohno are completely out and all he can do is flail his free arm madly and try and wake Ohno up (Aiba is totally out of reach).
"Caaaptain," he calls, shaking Ohno. "Get up, I can't move."
Ohno opens his eyes, but isn't awake, not really, and he worms his way up higher and wraps his arms around Nino's neck instead, lying all over Nino's arm, and closes his eyes again.
"I can't move," he tries again, and Ohno simply grunts and kisses Nino on the cheek, staying put. It makes things a whole lot more awkward, Nino realises, because then Nino is hyperaware of the fact that Ohno is lying half on him, pressed up against his side -- and there's Aiba around his legs, but that's beyond the point.
He can feel his arm cramping and his toes are entirely numb, so he scrunches up his face and tries to imagine movement, tries to imagine that he's not being pinned down and lied all over and that Ohno isn't so close.
"Aiba-chan," he tries this time. He leaves it a few seconds then calls out again, but there is, unsurprisingly, no response. He's not getting to sleep like this. "Sho-kun," he shouts, done with niceties and politeness.
To his delight, a few seconds later, a sleepy and ruffled Sho comes crawling over, looking unexpectedly sympathetic, and he wraps his arms around Aiba's stomach and tugs him away from Nino's legs. Nino feels amazing for all of five seconds and then the pins and needles kick right in, and he can't even roll around in discomfort because his left side is still completely pinned down and Sho has gone and passed out on top of Aiba and is entirely of no help at all.
Nino considers asking Jun, but thinks better of it.
He bends and stretches his legs over and over, desperately wanting to massage away the annoying prickly feeling in his toes, and then, in distress, resorts to pinching Ohno on the nose and quickly jumping away when Ohno's reflexes send him reeling back.
There is such satisfaction in his newfound freedom, and he squeaks with glee. And then instantly feels really stupid, but well.
"In the morning," Ohno is mumbling, presumably in his sleep, and Nino has no idea what he's talking about so he ignores it, massaging at his limbs.
He finally curls up in to a ball and turns onto his side, falling back to sleep.
Only to wake up feeling much too akin to a turtle, with a makeshift Jun-shell. He sighs, you can never win.
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nino/ohno
"N-Nino..."
Nino bites his lip and looks up at Ohno. He wants to say something normal, sound mature, but Ohno is sitting there cross-legged and his shirt is gone and his jeans are undone, so when he tries to say, "It's getting late," it comes out squeaky and awkward and not at all normal or mature.
He quickly tilts his head back down and stares pointedly at his hands, pulling them up into the sleeves of his cardigan as he breathes in and out slowly, one two, one two.
"It's getting late," he repeats, smoothly this time -- normal, mature.
"Nn," is Ohno's initial response, and then, "Ah."
Nino's eyes flick up again and he instantly regrets it because Ohno is suddenly slipping a hand down the front of his open jeans. Nino's brain kicks into overdrive as it tries to decide between run, join in, or close eyes and pretend nothing's happening.
He manages to fail at all three and ends up sitting there staring in disbelief and embarrassment and a whole number of other things that he can't quite place (or doesn't want to).
"Keep talking," Ohno tells him, squeezing his eyes shut.
Nino flushes a bright red at this and he hides behind his hands, peering out through his fingers.
"Say anything," Ohno says, "or sing. You could sing. You should sing."
Ohno's voice is rough and his cheeks are dusted with a light pink and Nino knows even if he had wanted to there is no way he'd be able to sing right now. He reverts to option 2 from before, and leans over, one hand on Ohno's chest and the other on his cheek, and kisses him.
Ohno's lips are soft, so soft, and he can't remember the last time kissing felt so good, but then suddenly he feels really uncomfortable and he jumps back and Ohno is just sitting there, staring at him, hand no longer moving, and Nino spins around quickly, holding his knees up to his chest. "Just--" he starts to say. He can't bring himself to finish the sentence.