Repost from 2011 FQFest (part one)
Unexpected work today was unexpected! I love Martha with all of my CSM-loving-heart but I don't want to talk to her at five-thirty in the morning and hear her asking if I can come to work today because the first three cashiers called out.
Why is my answer always 'sure, I can be there in half an hour'?
Anyhow, I have to take a child to the orthodontist but I should be around later today? After cake and ice cream? I shall do my best! For now: repost.
As a note: I wrote this in thirteen hours, with much crying, after ditching between five and seven OTHER half-assed fics that were/were not like this. It's ALWAYS harder than I think it will be to write something for Fest. I cannot say enough 'thank you's to Aeslis, Flange, and Aya for the last-minute beta work and for the handholding. This goes for Luna, too. You guys were my lifeline and it meant--and still does mean--the world to me that you were there for me.
Title: Promises, promises
Pairing/Group: Ohmiya (Ohno Satoshi/Ninomiya Kazunari)/Arashi. With Ohimya/Aiba, Ohmiya/Jun, and Ohmiya/Sho. All Arashi, all the time.
Rating/Warnings: P for Porn! (NC-17)
Word Count: 12,250
Summary: There are promises made and promises unspoken promises kept and promises broken.
Notes: For airairo. I hope it's something that you'll like.
Thank you to my invaluable betas-the incomparable aeslis, the talented tangiblewhimsy and the amazing flange5 this doesn't happen without you. And if it does, it's not nearly so coherent and polished. I can't thank you enough for letting me cry at you, letting me cling to you, and making my fic a better story all around.
A final thank you, too, to my Luna, the_suit_case; I didn't use your song but I took your advice. Thank you for listening, for suggesting, for being there.
Promises, promises
Nino's hands are clutching at the wall because he knows better than to put them in somebody's hair at this point. But he wants them to be in Ohno's hair, holding him still or guiding him forward or just pulling, pulling, pulling. Nino loves the noise that Ohno makes when his hair is pulled. It makes him moan-in fact, he moans just thinking about it. Low but loud.
"Shhh."
Ohno's breath is a wash of cool air on his wet, sensitive cock and Nino 'shhh's like Ohno wants him to with a shiver of silent sound. He takes a chance and puts his hands in Ohno's hair, gentle, gently, as Ohno's mouth slides down around him once again. Caught Nino thinks, twisting his hips in Ohno's grasp. We're going to get- oh caught.
There's not a door to this room. It's a resting room; it's just two short turns from the hallway to this space. No door, no lock, nothing between Ohno blowing his mind and the outside world but a change of direction, a curve. Anybody could come in, could see Ohno on his knees with his mouth bruised red from having Nino against his lips, in his mouth. Anybody could come in and see how Ohno's lips are damp and shiny with spit-just as damp and shiny as the flushed skin of Nino's erection. Anybody could walk in and anybody would see, and everybody, everybody, everybody would know. Nino pulls at Ohno's hair, tangled up in the idea of somebody coming in and seeing him like this, seeing Ohno make him into this, and Ohno makes that sound and Nino tilts his head back. "Oh-"
"Shhh," Ohno says again. Nino groans.
Ohno bites gently at his abdomen. "You're thinking about it, aren't you?" He smiles up at Nino when Nino looks down at him.
There's something about his cock resting against Ohno's cheek while Ohno smiles at him. He has to close his eyes. "C'mon," he mutters thickly, pulling at Ohno's hair. "Somebody-" he makes a sound that is almost a whimper. "Any second-"
Ohno nips him again. "You like it," he says. Then he stands up and Nino really whimpers until Ohno kisses him. "Hey," he says when he pulls away. "Hey, tell me."
Nino's hands are still in Ohno's hair and he pushes at him, trying to make him go down again, in more ways than one, in both ways, in the only way that counts. "Ohno," he mumbles.
But Ohno won't be moved when he doesn't want to be moved. "Uh-uh. Tell me first."
Cracking an eye, Nino scowls and pulls pointedly at Ohno's hair. It's completely not sexy and Ohno doesn't make that sexy little noise. "Finish me or I'll come on your pants," Nino warns him, shifting so that he's straddling Ohno's thigh. Ohno obligingly moves his leg so that Nino can get better friction. Ohno knows for a fact that Nino isn't going to mess up wardrobe-pants. Ohno is a bastard, Nino thinks affectionately. "Don't be an ass, Oh-chan."
"Tell me," Ohno repeats stubbornly.
Nino gives him the evil eye and rubs himself contemplatively against Ohno's thigh. It's good but it's not what he wants. What he wants he won't get until Ohno gets what he wants. Which Nino is not ready to give him. "No," he says with a great deal of calculation.
Ohno kisses him, a quick peck on the lips. "You're weakening," he says happily. "What will it take for you to tell me?"
Well, he's not going to. That's all there is to it. "Nothing." But maybe he can still bargain. "Aiba," he says rashly. "And Sho. And Jun."
It's very obvious that Ohno is laughing at him, all giggly-eyed and pursed-lip smiles. "Okay."
Nino blinks. "What?" Ohno is never that easy. Especially not when Nino is obviously not going to give him what he wants no matter what.
Ohno kisses him, sliding his tongue into Nino's mouth in a rush of heat and the taste of his own body. One of Ohno's hands tightens on his hips and the other goes into his hair and pulls and Nino makes his own sexy noise and then Ohno's mouth is gone and Nino is trying to follow him. "I said okay. Like 'yes'. We can do that. Them. Aiba and Sho and Matsujun."
It takes Nino a full second to remember what the hell that means. "Oh." He's trying to regain some sense but then Ohno kisses him again and that just destroys him every time; when Ohno stops kissing him it takes a bit longer than he'd like to make sense even to himself. "Separately. Not as a group. This is not training camp."
He has to push back a bit so Ohno can't kiss him again. Ohno is still laughing at him under his breath. "Okay."
Somehow this is just too easy. Nino narrows his eyes. "Promise?"
Ohno huffs at him and then links their pinkies. "Promise." He's leaning in for another kiss and Nino deflects him.
"Down," he orders sternly, pushing at Ohno's head. Ohno laughs at him, really does, out loud, and he sinks to his knees. "Wait," Nino says. He pulls Ohno back up and kisses him. It gets slow and sweet and deep as they kiss and Nino's so hard it hurts and his cock is probably drooling all over Ohno's nice wardrobe pants but oh, it's Ohno. So it's worth it, so worth it.
Breaking their kiss, Ohno kneels down in front of him. "I love you," he says softly.
Nino doesn't say a word because Ohno has taken him in again and his whole body has seized up because oh, oh, the feeling of Ohno's pretty hand wrapped tightly around him, the feeling of his pout-prone lips sliding over him, that talented voice nothing more than an electric hum. Nino can't speak because Ohno really means it this time. Ohno is going to make him come, hard and fast. Nino can't even catch a breath to moan, not even to whimper, because Ohno is looking up at him all dark, wicked eyes and promises and Ohno is jerking himself off and Nino is so very incapable of doing anything like speaking possibly ever again.
That's okay-Ohno isn't one to talk and Nino's pretty sure that he's not actually expecting Nino to say anything anyhow.
Nino is slumped against the wall, Ohno slumped against him and nuzzling at his neck. He's not pulling at Ohno's hair now, just sliding his hands through it. "I feel as though we should have discussed our deal further," he says absently.
Ohno puffs a giggle against his skin. "It's fine," he says. So amused, so innocent, so happy. He's so sly. Nino knows him too well for that.
"Don't snicker like that," Nino tells him, smacking the back of his head lightly. "It's unbecoming."
Ohno laughs.
"As I was saying," Nino says over him, pushing Ohno just upright enough so that he can reach between them and do up their pants, "I feel like we should hammer out some details here."
"I thought we were going to hammer Sho and Jun and Aiba," Ohno interjects. And then he laughs again. Ohno is always happy after sex.
Nino just rolls his eyes and bats Ohno's come-covered hand away from their pants. "This is true but-" he makes sure that Ohno meets his eyes. "That's all. Just that."
Ohno smiles serenely. "If you say so."
"Well, I do." Nino makes a serious face at Ohno. It's meant to be serious but Ohno is giggling at him again so Nino gives up and just makes a face at him. He's got a moist wipe in his pocket and he digs it out, opening it with his teeth. He spits the edge at Ohno. "So-Aiba first?" he asks politely as he begins to clean Ohno's hand.
"Sure," Ohno agrees easily, flexing his fingers as Nino goes around them. Nino is often affectionate and he drops a kiss on the tip of his middle finger. Ohno beams at him and wiggles his other fingers invitingly. Nino bites him. "Any reason why Aiba-chan first?" Ohno asks on a hiss.
"Have you met him?" Nino demands pleasantly. "Do you really want to save that for last?"
Nino can see Ohno consider it: Aiba's energy and enthusiasm and general Aiba-ness. "Oh. Yeah. We'd be pretty tired and he'd be to the max." He smiles and it's not that bright beam, it's something warmer than that. "Nino is really smart," he says.
"Only because you're kind of dumb," Nino mutters, turning away to hide the blush tingling at his cheeks. He throws away the dirtied up wipe and checks both their pants. "Ready to go on?"
Ohno takes his hand without a word and Nino leads the way to standby.
It takes some time before they actually do anything. Nino half suspects that nothing is really going to happen just because of a promise made mid-sex about something he wasn't entirely serious about to begin with.
But one day Sho and Jun leave first and they've got a door that locks on this dressing room and Ohno walks over and locks it before Aiba can even pick up his bag. Nino raises his eyebrows and Ohno nods slightly. Ahhh.
"Haaaah?" Aiba says, cocking his head and blinking stupidly in confusion.
Nino feels a sudden swell of fondness for his oldest friend. He can't help himself. He smiles over at Ohno and then peels himself out of his shirt; he probably should have dried off better after showering. Ohno grins back at him and strips out of his own.
Aiba looks back and forth between them. "Eh?" he asks, his head tilting the other way as he looks between them and the door. "EH?" he adds as Nino begins to unbuckle Ohno's pants for him.
"We are having a threesome," Nino informs Aiba, taking pity on him. "Get naked."
Because he's Aiba he divests himself of his shirt and then his pants. But, possibly because he's Aiba, he stops. Nino gives him a questioning look as he opens up Ohno's zipper. Aiba flutters in his vision as Ohno rubs him through his jeans with his just-right kind of touch. Aiba squints at them like he's not sure he wants to look at them. Or like he's trying to figure things out. "Why?" he asks.
Nino stops before he even gets his hands into Ohno's underwear. "Huh?" he asks intelligently.
Ohno kisses him on the shoulder. "He said 'why'," he says helpfully.
Nino smacks him. "I heard him. You need a reason for a threesome?" he asks Aiba. He knows Aiba sleeps with guys as well as girls. He's slept with Aiba before. He knows that Ohno has slept with Aiba before, too. He's almost sure that they've all slept with Aiba at some point, when it comes down to pure speculation. "Really?"
Aiba puts his hands on his hips, fingers over the Calvin part of the Calvin Kleins. "Yes."
Confused, thrown off, turned around, Nino looks at Ohno. "Captain?"
Smiling, Ohno steps over to Aiba and stretches up to kiss him on the cheek. "Nino wants to bang you," he says candidly. "Okay?"
Aiba nods. "But…why?"
"He's Nino," Ohno says by way of explanation.
"Oi," Nino protests. "You promised."
"You asked me to."
"Hah?"
Nino watches as Ohno shrugs lightly, his head tipping back in Nino's direction just the tiniest, tiniest bit. He can't see Ohno's face but he knows him so well. "Oi," he says. "Don't you make that face about me."
Aiba laughs his breathless hyena giggle. Nino laughs with him because it's impossible to not laugh when Aiba is. "Okay, okay," he says. He looks down at the front of his Calvins. "I'm not hard yet so-" he kind of waves at them a little. "Do something to get me in the mood, yeah?"
Nino frowns.
"Ah! Nino will like that!" Ohno exclaims, reaching for Nino.
Nino frowns a little harder. "I am not porn," he says firmly.
"Hush." Ohno cups his face and is smiling at him so that his nose wrinkles up with it and his eyes squint at the corners. It's so unfair. And then Ohno kisses him. It's just a touch and then gone. Then again, longer. And again. It's Ohno so Nino can only be expected to try to cling to him, try to make the kisses last, try to follow him and get him to come back. And it's Ohno, so Ohno does. Ohno stays longer and longer because that's what Nino wants and Ohno will give him anything, anything he asks for. "You like it," Ohno says as he draws back.
He never admits to it, but Nino is well aware of the begging sound he makes when he really, desperately wants Ohno to kiss him again. It's involuntary, a reflex, like getting the shakes from nicotine withdrawal but more embarrassing because it's Ohno and kissing instead of something simple like cigarettes. He still makes that sound but it's worth the indignity because Ohno does kiss him, really kiss him, opening him up and slipping inside of him just like he owns him. Nino sucks at his tongue because he's hungry for it, for anything he can get. It doesn't take much, when it's Ohno. "Oh," he gasps into it when Ohno takes his tongue back and tries to get a breath. "Oh-chan." He wants this.
"Hot," says Aiba.
Somehow he's forgotten that Aiba is there, that they're doing this. Him. Nino pulls away and looks at Aiba, watching them. Aiba has one hand on himself, rubbing himself through his underwear. "Pervert," Nino says it even though it turns him on. He goes back to kissing Ohno, moaning when Ohno nibbles at his bottom lip.
Ohno lets go of his lip and moves to his ear, biting gently at the lobe as Nino shivers. "He's watching us," Ohno whispers.
Nino knows this. "Shut up," he whispers back, guiding Ohno's hands to the front of his pants. Normally Nino does his own pants; he hates feeling like 'the girl'. "Here." Today he doesn't care.
"He can see everything," Ohno keeps talking, his mouth and the words soft against Nino's cheek, his neck, his ear. His hands are firm and steady on the buckle of Nino's belt, on his button, fast with his zipper. "He can see this…" he says as he pushes his hand into Nino's boxers and draws him out, out in to the open air and into view and oh, oh the heat of his hand. Ohno has some very special calluses. Nino doesn't mind Ohno fishing all the time since it leads to moments like this: Nino shuddering, tangled up and caught in Ohno's grasp. "He can see you."
"I can also hear you. Both of you," Aiba says cheerfully, his breath sudden and damp on the back of Nino's neck. "It's kind of cute."
"You shut up too," Nino invites, tipping his head back to knock (painfully) against Aiba's own. He ruins it by tipping his head to the side so that Aiba has easy access to his neck and shoulder. It's not like Aiba doesn't know what he likes and they are, after all, having a threesome. Pretending he doesn't want to have sex is pointless.
"Should we let Aiba-chan chose what to do today?" Ohno asks, licking at Nino's collarbone. Nino tries to give him a dark look-when does he ever let anybody else pick anything?-but then Ohno sucks at the hollow of his throat at the same time he squeezes the head of Nino's cock and Nino goes cross-eyed instead. "Since he's our guest?" Ohno tacks on in his very best tones of respect and polite company manners.
Aiba laughs. "I want Nino to blow both of us at once."
"I want you to grow a brain," Nino tells him, grabbing Ohno's wrist and stilling it so that he can focus enough to talk. "But I don't see that happening."
"Why not?" Aiba asks.
Nino is tempted to tell Aiba that he's stupid but Ohno flicks his wrist and Nino loses the words. "Be nice," Ohno chides.
"You won't fit," Nino tells Aiba. He's trying to hold off Ohno but it's not enough because Aiba's not actually stupid and has a hand in Nino's pants, too. Aiba is a firm believer in the idea that nuts need love, too. Aiba is really good with balls. "My mouth is not that big."
"You can fit a whole orange in there!" Aiba protests, one hand tugging gently at Nino's balls and the other coming up to flick at his nipples. "If you can do that, then you can get me and Leader in there."
"Ah! That's true!" Ohno says, taking advantage of Nino's distraction to shake off his hold and give Nino's cock a long, pulling stroke. "You did!"
Nino pushes away from them both. "It was a mikan," he reminds them. If they are going to be two against one, he wants to be part of the two. "It was small." He purses his lips at Aiba and looks at him from under his lashes. "You're bigger than that already." He switches to fluttering his lashes at Ohno. "Oh-chan is way bigger." One of them will fall for it, he's sure.
Ohno plants his hand on Nino's chest and pushes him to sit on the couch. "Aiba-chan wants to swordfight in your mouth and he's our guest so-" Ohno unzips his pants and Nino is utterly screwed.
Because Nino loves giving head. He loves everything about it. He loves the taste of a cock in his mouth, the way it gets even harder right before orgasm and the way it softens after. He loves the smell of it, the tight stretch of opening for it, the bruised feeling of his lips and throat by the time it finishes. And he has a serious love affair going on with Ohno's cock. "You suck," Nino mutters as Aiba shoves his way out of his underwear and kicks them aside.
Aiba giggles, somehow not ridiculous at all despite his being naked save the socks. "No, you," he says.
Which is absolutely true six seconds later.
Nino leans forward and licks a stripe up Ohno's cock. Ohno is still in his pants-they're shoved down just far enough for Ohno to be out-and Nino can smell skin and excitement, cotton and laundry soap and sweat. It's the scent of frantic, hurried blowjobs in closets, in greenrooms, in the backseat of moving cars. Nino is breathing hard from just this, this one simple lick and the smell of past perversions. He doesn't dare linger. He moves instead to Aiba, nuzzles at the crush of hair surrounding his base and then drags his cheek along his length until he can suck the head into his mouth. Nude, Aiba smells only like musk and sex and sunlight. Nino curls his tongue around the head of Aiba's cock, slips it under the foreskin and draws back with a breathy sigh.
It's not really a chance to catch his breath. Ohno's got him, is pulling him back. Nino's mouth is already open for him and he cradles Ohno on his tongue, all heat and bitter-spice, before he closes his lips around him and sucks. "Ahhh, Nino," Ohno moans out loud and Nino sucks harder until Aiba pushes him back. "Ow," Ohno says, because Nino got him with his teeth, just a bit.
"What the hell?" Nino asks.
"Both of us," Aiba reminds him. "Not him then me and then him again. Both of us at once."
Nino is reminded of himself and Ohno from not so very long ago. Also during a blowjob. He makes a face at Aiba. "I'm telling you-" he starts but then stops. Ohno is giving him that look. "What?"
"If you don't, you have to tell me," Ohno says, eyes narrowed.
Shit, thinks Nino clearly. "Okay, okay. You two-I don't know. Make out or something. I need to think." He's not kidding when he says that they won't both fit in his mouth at the same time. Nino might have a big mouth sometimes but he is not a porn star.
Ohno and Aiba are not exactly the same person, either. They both have hips and abdomens and spaces that prevent their cocks from being side-by-side and accessible to Nino's mouth. "Closer, you two," he says, prodding at them. It doesn't do much so he gets a handful of Ohno's ass and digs his fingers into Aiba's thigh and pulls.
"Ahhh," Aiba moans and. Shit. Nino forgot that Aiba doesn't mind a little bit of pain with his pleasure. He looks up and stops because Ohno is kissing Aiba and it's kind of amazing to watch. He knows what it feels like when Ohno's tongue curls up like that, what it's like when he bites down that way. His fingernails bite in to Aiba's leg just a little deeper. "Just-"
"Yeah," Ohno murmurs back at Aiba, hands going into Aiba's hair and pulling him down into a harder kiss. Nino's hand is kind of forgotten on Ohno's ass. If by 'kind of forgotten' Nino means 'kneading and caressing'. He knows what he's supposed to be doing but Ohno's kisses have that effect on him. "Nino," Ohno moans and yes, yes, he remembers.
"Getting to it. You guys need to be closer." He manages to drag his eyes away from their mouths and back down to his work area. They are closer, just not close enough. He scratches his nails down Aiba's thigh, gentle red trails down and then back up, going around to the back to push at him. He does the same thing to Ohno's ass, a little lighter, a little more lingering. "Closer."
If they're even listening. Kissing and kissing and kissing, one of Ohno's pretty hands is busy with Aiba's chest. Nino stops it and drags it down to Aiba's cock. Ohno's not dumb and he's not always out of it. He wraps his hand around Aiba and-oh, Nino does like the look of it-strokes. "C'mon," Ohno mumbles, the words lost against Aiba's mouth.
"Lea-ah, I wa-Satosh-" Aiba can't seem to decide what to say or what to call him. "Please," he settles on and Nino approves. Begging always sounds so sexy and Aiba's got the perfect voice for it, hoarse and honest.
Ohno's hand on Aiba's cock pulls and his free arm goes around the lean curve of Aiba's back and pulls him in, closer and closer so that their chests are touching, bellies brushing, almost. "Good," Nino says; like this, the heads of their cocks are touching. The slight movements of their hips as they sway together are making them brush together, just enough, both of them still damp from Nino's earlier attention. "Just like this."
He leans close, breathing in the scent of both of them, and tries to get them both into his mouth at once. The angle is off, wrong, but with a little bit of shifting and an uncomfortable bit of stretching, he can get the heads in. It's a tight, tight fit but he's not really aware of it thanks to the way both Ohno and Aiba gasp. Aiba's a sharp, short sound and Ohno's a hitching catch, full-throated like singing. Nino presses his tongue against them, trying to slide it around but there's no room and doing that makes Ohno surge forward and Aiba fall out.
"Ahh, Nino," Aiba's disappointment is breathy, breathless. His hand in Nino's hair is firm and still gentle and Nino lets Aiba pull him back because he likes it, likes the way it feels, feels like Aiba. He lets Ohno slip out of his mouth to get Aiba's back in there.
"Nino," Ohno sounds impatient and Nino likes that, too. He flicks a look up at Ohno, challenging him with a smirk in his eyes. Ohno's own narrow and Ohno's hand is off of Aiba's cock and settling at the nape of Nino's neck. "C'mere."
Nino is kind of fucked because Ohno knows him, knows his weaknesses. His neck, that slush-up of words, that tone of voice. He c'meres. He opens and they're both there, the heat in his mouth almost unbearable and the ache already starting up in his jaw. He tries to take them in further and then somebody's gone again. "You don't fit," he mumbles around the cock still in his mouth. Aiba's, he thinks, a wilder taste than Ohno's, sharper.
Ohno pushes in, a quick thrust. It's too much and Nino coughs them both out. He looks up at them both, Aiba's flushed face and Ohno's steady, sleepy eyes. "Ahhh, I know," Ohno says; the hand on the back of Nino's neck flexes. "Give and take. Then we both get to have what we want."
"No." Nino gives him an acid glare. Ohno is tricky but so is Nino.
"Argue later," Aiba tells them, pulling at Nino's hair and Nino still likes it, makes that noise he never means to make. "Mouth now."
He's also a little bit mean. He ignores Ohno's cock entirely and goes right for Aiba's, taking it in as deep as he can in one smooth move. He's grinning when Aiba groans loudly, accidentally body-checking Ohno to the side as he tries to get more.
"Both of us," Ohno reminds. He's gentle as he maneuvers Aiba back in to place, dragging him mostly out of Nino's mouth. The hand on Nino's neck slips and touches his cheek, the corner of his mouth. "Open up," he says. Then, "Let me in."
Nino does. He always does. "Oh-chan," he says, both of them out for the split second it takes to say it, and then he's got them both. He can't do much but, he realizes soon, that's sort of how it works. Ohno and Aiba are sliding against each other in Nino's mouth, their cocks rubbing together as one moves forward and the other back. Tiny, shallow thrusts that they have to hold Nino still for because he wants it deep, he wants to lick and taste and suck until his cheeks hurt. He makes a frustrated sound.
It makes Ohno laugh under his breath and not so much amused as something else. "I know," he says. His fingers flex and he goes a little bit deeper, making Aiba murmur nonsensically. "I know you want something you can't have."
Nino bites down a bit, threatening and cranky. He lets up because it's really doing nothing but making his displeasure with Ohno known.
"Later," Aiba says, pushing himself deeper. But Ohno hasn't drawn back and Nino's jaw has either loosened up or else it was just too fast but for a moment they're both just deep. Nino moans, his tongue working against them as much as it can in the limited space, his lips as tight as he can get them. "Fuck," Aiba moans. He shudders and he comes.
Nino can't close his mouth, really, can't suck, can hardly swallow. He's overfull, overflowing.
"Nino," Ohno breathes his name out hard, like he can't keep it in, like he can't help himself, and then he's coming too and it's all too much, Nino can't hold it and he can't pull away. All he can do is moan low in his throat and try to keep in whatever he can.
"Oh-chan and I came at the same time," Aiba says, voice thick with pleasure as he starts to soften. "That's nice." He eases out of Nino's mouth with a pleased sort of hiss, too sensitive.
With an indistinct murmur of satisfaction, Ohno removes himself from Nino's mouth as well. "We did," he agrees.
"I didn't come at all," Nino snaps. But his lips are numb, are tingling, buzzing with the feeling of what he's done, what was done to him. He licks them and tastes Aiba and Ohno mingled there. Sharp and clean, bitter earth salt. Two cocks at the same time. He feels high on it.
"Mm," Ohno hums, fingers moving in slow sweeps over Nino's neck, down to his shoulder. "I want to sleep." He smiles when Nino growls. "You first, huh?"
Aiba laughs and a moment later he's on his knees and Nino is lifting his hips so that Aiba can pull his jeans down for him, snagging his boxers but leaving them both at mid-thigh. "I've got you," he says.
Aiba gives head like he's going down on a girl because that's what he's more familiar with. There's a lot of tongue and it's all very focused and direct, almost too hard. But Nino's whole body is thrumming with want, with need. His head rolls back and he sees Ohno looking at him. His body tenses. He wants this, this, this.
"Both together," Ohno says, almost reflectively, and Nino closes his eyes as Ohno lowers himself down, as Ohno's hands land warm on his thighs, as Ohno's mouth joins Aiba's, lapping at the precome that's dribbling down his length.
It doesn't take much. A suck at the crown, a nip at the base, and Nino's coming between them. He can't say a word, comes on a silent cry that hurts his throat anyhow. "Oh," he manages as his body relaxes back against the couch. "Oh."
He might have dozed. Nino's got great stamina when he's not entirely satisfied but when he is, he's down for the count. He's not really sure what, if anything, has come between the moment of going boneless and limp to this moment of Aiba and Ohno being pressed against his sides, in a sleepy heap.
"We should go home," Ohno mumbles. "The cars are probably waiting."
"We should have pants on," Nino says. "Shirts." He and Ohno are only half-dressed and Aiba is naked. Socks excluded.
"We've all got come on our faces," Aiba says, cheerfully unconcerned. "It's kind of gross but kind of great." Nino thumps him on the leg. Only he's still not really in control of his own muscles so it's more like his hand dropping heavily to Aiba's leg instead of hitting him. Aiba picks up his hand and holds it. "So-" he says.
"Mm?" Ohno hums in curiosity.
Nino flops his head over and looks. "So?"
"Should I warn Sho-chan and Matsujun?"
Nino scowls. "Who says we're going to go after them?" he wants to know. Aiba looks patiently back at him. "And no, you shouldn't."
"Okay," Aiba yawns. "Who's in charge of cleaning up?" He looks at them both. "I'm the guest, you know."
Nino looks back at Ohno. "See what you started?"
By Nino's reckoning they've got three days before Aiba tells Sho and Jun about the surprise threesomes that are lurking in their futures. Ohno's convinced that Aiba won't forget his promise for a least a month. After a bit of arguing, they agree that they've got a week before Aiba slips up and says something to one of them.
"You know what this means, right?" Nino asks, playing with Ohno's hand.
Ohno presses their hands together-palm to palm, fingers to fingers-and then steeples them. "Spider doing push-ups against a mirror," he says.
Nino spiders against him. "Get in the mood for biting."
"Jun doesn't bite."
"Yes he does."
"Who does what?" Jun asks, slinging his bag on to the extra bed. "And how did you two get in here when I didn't even get my keycard from Manager until just now?"
Ohno smiles goofily at Jun. "Nino switched his keycard with Manager's." Their managers each have keys to their room, as a matter of course, and the band manager-who actually tours with them-has a key that gets him in to everybody's room.
Nino beams innocently at Jun.
Jun snorts, amused even if he doesn't really want to be. "You know he's going to figure out it's you when he can't get into his room, right?"
"Who wants a stupid manager?" Nino asks blithely. Manager is wise to Nino's ways after seven years of touring with him.
Tucking his tongue in his cheek, Jun tips his head, non-verbal agreement. "To what do I owe the unexpected and slightly stalker-esque pleasure?"
Ohno makes doe eyes at Jun. "Ah, there it is," he says.
Nino pushes Ohno off the bed. "You wouldn't bite Captain," he says sweetly.
Ohno sidles up to Jun, just slowly enough to be non-threatening but not so slowly that Jun has time to make up his mind to bolt, and puts his arms around his neck. "Nino and I want to-" he looks at Nino.
What, Nino wonders, is a good way to put this? "Bang you like a drum," he supplies.
Because they're a good team, Ohno topples Jun to the bed by sheer virtue of going limp and dropping like a stone. "Yeah, that," Ohno says.
Jun is trapped under them, Ohno's arms around his neck and chest and Nino's legs wrapped around his own. Tightly wrapped around his own. He's not going anywhere without a serious struggle.
"Hi," Nino purrs.
Jun closes his eyes. "There are laws against this, you know."
"Threesomes?" Nino asks but he's distracted. Jun is not fighting them, isn't struggling even a tiny bit. He looks at Jun closely-no, no fight at all-and then at Ohno. "This is too easy."
Ohno leans across Jun and kisses him, sweet sippy little kiss that makes Nino a tiny bit dizzy. "Not everything has to be a battle," he says, words a cool touch on Nino's lips.
"I will bite you," Nino tells him, opening eyes he didn't mean to close.
Standing Ohno sheds his pants, baggy enough that undoing his belt sends them on their way. "I wouldn't mind," he says. "Well, I would but I'd let you anyhow."
Jun's teeth are a shock to the system, precise and bluntly-sharp at Nino's Adam's apple. "I have plans in an hour. Fuck or leave."
Nino swoops in and bites Jun back, catching his jaw. It's not enough to bruise or even to mark but it's harder than he'd bite anybody else. "Told you he bites," he says to Ohno, lifting his head. Jun laughs and Nino bites him again, holds on for a moment. "Nobody asked you."
"Really, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Jun stretches against them.
Ohno smiles brightly and kisses Jun's cheek. "I want Nino to-"
"Shut up and get naked," Nino barks.
"That too," Ohno agrees, kissing Jun again and then reaching down to flick open the button on Jun's pants.
Jun smiles at Nino in his stupid Jun-like way-half dork and half smug prince. "Somebody has issues," he says, colored with delight and fondness.
Nino scowls at him and starts unbuttoning Jun's shirt. "Somebody has plans in an hour and is way, way too buttoned up. Button fly jeans, button down shirt, you want to talk about issues?"
With a huff, Ohno reaches over and pinches Nino's ear. "Stop that," he scolds as Nino yelps. "Be good."
Before Nino can say anything, Ohno lets go of Jun and Jun leans up and over and sucks lightly on the ear Ohno just pinched. Nino shivers. "Be good, Kazunari," Jun whispers, letting go.
Nino's ear is cold and Jun's breath is warm and he shivers again, a little harder. "Ass," he grumbles, nothing but affection. He turns his head, mouth brushing over Jun's cheek to the corner of his lips. "Back up; I don't want to hit you with my elbow when I get my shirt off." He kisses Jun briefly before rolling away a bit to do just that.
When he gets out of his t-shirt he can see that Ohno's leaned over, curled around Jun, and they're kissing. Gentle and slow. Jun is always gentle with Ohno, Nino's always known this. It does funny things to him to see it but he knows this, knows how it goes, knows that everybody knows where everybody else's heart lies. So it's okay. "It's okay," Ohno says, breaking his kiss with Jun. His pretty, capable artist hands spread Jun's shirt wide open.
It is okay. Nino shuffles himself closer and ducks his head, planting a kiss in the middle of Jun's chest. He makes it loud and smacking, squeaky, and feels Jun's laughter burble under his lips. "Fuck or leave," Nino remarks as Jun's hand cards through his hair. "Jun-kun has plans tonight."
"Jun wants to get in to the middle of the bed so that he and Satoshi don't fall off," Jun says, pushing up on his hands. His body is a hot slide against Nino's own, the smooth skin of chest giving way to the rough of fabric as Jun moves up the bed.
He likes it enough that he claws his way up, too, pausing just long enough to adjust himself in his pants before he does. But the delay costs him. There's zero room on the bed and he's in danger of falling out. "Oi," he says warningly. Jun sends out an arm and hooks him around the waist, dragging Nino under him. "Hey!" Grinding down against him, grinning, looking up at Jun is like looking up at the sun, so impossibly bright. "Why are we still wearing pants?"
"Good question."
"Nino likes coming in his pants," Ohno puts in serenely. He's draped over Jun's back, licking abstract patterns across Jun's shoulders.
"I do not!" Nino protests, blushing hotly even as he denies it.
"You like it at the time," Ohno corrects himself. "But only when it's happening."
"Gross," Jun adds his opinion. He's wriggling and it's distracting and it's nice and it's even nicer when Jun's pants are gone and Nino can feel bare skin against his feet as he draws his legs up, cradling Jun between his thighs. "But still kind of messy-hot." Before Nino can do more than open his mouth to give him crap, Jun kisses him, wet and deliberately sloppy. "I don't mind a mess every now and again."
Nino licks his lips. "Well, I'm not coming in my pants tonight. I have to walk around out there."
Jun turns his head, eyes shifting back in Ohno's direction. Ohno licks the shell of Jun's ear. "No, he'd like that too." Jun grins at him, his wide, wide smile.
"No!" Nino kicks his legs like a brat, flails a bit though he's careful to not hit either Ohno or Jun. "No, no, no!"
He doesn't notice when Ohno disappears from Jun's back but he notices when Ohno kisses him, sneaky about using Nino against himself because oh he takes his time with it, delicate tongue gentle as it explores Nino's mouth like it's somehow all new all over again. Oh yes, Nino thinks in soft-edged hysteria, fading into it, into the kiss, into Ohno. His hands settle lightly on Jun's shoulders as he melts. "So noisy," Ohno whispers when he separates from him.
Blinking in cow-eyed confusion-hadn't he just been protesting something?-Nino simply opens when Jun kisses him, cupping his face with one hand, thumb rubbing against his cheek. "Shh," Jun soothes and it's so unfair but Jun kisses a lot like Ohno, like he just really, really wants Nino to get lost in it, like he wants to get lost in Nino. Jun is pushier about it but Nino lets him get away with it.
"I'm not going to do this," Nino sighs as Jun breaks away.
Jun moves against him, slow heavy thrust that makes the muscles in his arms shift. "Yes you are."
"You are," Ohno chimes in, voice muffled but definitely back behind Jun again. "You're going to like it, too." His face appears over Jun's shoulder, a sloe-eyed wicked man. "A lot."
"Kiss my ass," Nino invites.
Ohno snickers and kisses Jun's shoulder, tongue laving it openly and eyes on Nino's until Nino closes them and licks his lips.
"Terrible," Jun says with a faint tsk. His teeth are bright on Nino's arm, the easiest place for him to reach as he pushes up and away and just when Nino's a bit confused by it, Jun slides against him again, drag of skin on skin.
All Nino gets is friction, rub and pressure, none of the silky warmth or the hard heat of it. Nothing close. It's like a tease. "Hey." He palms Jun's shoulders, not sure if he wants to push or pull.
"Hey yourself," Jun says, moving against him again. Shallow and slow, even more of a tease than before. "Hurry up," Jun taunts, leaning down and lipping at his chin, body rubbing, rubbing, rubbing against him through the interfering fabric of his jeans. "I have plans."
Nino's got plans, too, and they're not this. He tries to glare but he's not sure it works if the way Ohno chuffs out a little laugh is anything to go by. "Oh-chan."
"Right," Ohno says sociably. He stands back and pulls Jun with him. Nino stays where he is, watching as Ohno pushes down his own underwear and then Jun's. Nino likes the way Ohno's hands are so dark against Jun's pale hips. He's so taken with it that his hands don't make it to his pants. He's stopped still, watching Ohno's tanned arm coiling around Jun's waist, holding him steady before his other hand slides away out of sight.
But the way Jun's head tips back as he moans tell Nino a lot of things about where that hand has gone. They don't have any lube out and Ohno's not one to push something like this, so Nino knows that Ohno's guiding himself, holding himself, against Jun. Either against the curve or cleft of Jun's ass or sliding between his thighs but in each case neither of them are touching Nino. He struggles to sit up.
"Don't," Jun says.
Nino's not sure who he's talking to and he's not sure it matters when a moment later Jun's body is hard against his own again. There's a sound of skin on skin, of open-mouthed kisses being laid down in a meandering line. "Don't, Nino," Ohno warns as Nino tries to reach for his pants.
"How is this-" Nino struggles to get out, out of breath from the rough promise of Jun's body moving against his "-how can you-" His pants, Nino thinks, the only coherent thoughts he can scrape together.
"He's-" Jun moans.
"I've got him," Ohno says when Jun can't finish it. "Right in my hand."
Nino can't really concentrate but he tries. He can't manage and he pushes Jun's sweat-damp chest away from his, away from the delicious way they come together. He looks between their bodies, long view down his chest and over the bulge of his constrained erection and he can see Ohno's hand over Jun's cock, keeping it from the rough texture of Nino's jeans. He's not stroking, just moving with Jun's movements, keeping time with him. Nino rears up and bites Jun's bicep.
Jun punishes him by moving harder, faster, and it's got to hurt even with Ohno's hand there, Nino knows it must, but it feels so good. He doesn't want to come in his pants but if it keeps up, he will. He looks for Ohno. All he can see of him are his hands on Jun's body, flexing in time with Jun's harsh thrusts. It's all too much, right there on the glittery edge of oblivion.
"I-" He breaks off in short cry of desolation as Jun is jerked away. "Oh-chan!" he wails.
"Shhh," Ohno whispers and Nino hushes because there are hands working on his pants, hands gliding down his sides and in a moment he's naked and in a moment after that Jun is back against him, pushed down unexpectedly and too hard if the way he loses his breath in a grunt is any clue.
It's different without his jeans in the way. He's so sensitized by it that now the taut softness of Jun's skin, the wiry curls of hair, the heat, takes him by surprise. Without meaning to, without knowing he's going to, Nino's whole body seizes up and he comes with a quiet sound of glorious shock.
"Fuck!" Jun grunts and Nino feels the jerk of Jun's cock and the hot jets of his release. He doesn't really mean to wrap his arms around Jun's shoulders but he does, holding him close as he shudders, as they both do.
He holds him tighter as he hears Ohno's own moan, a long drawn out note like music, like singing a song. Sometimes Ohno is just amazing as he comes undone. Sometimes Ohno is just amazing, period. Nino fights the sleepy waves of satisfaction to look for Ohno again, smiling when he sees him, holding out one arm for him.
This is a mistake, as Jun uses the freedom to sit up. "Nuh-uh," he groans, raking his hair back from his face. "No cuddling. I have plans. There's a director who wants to show me a script."
Nino makes a face and lets Ohno pull him to his feet instead of pulling Ohno down to the bed. "Workaholic," he tells Jun, swaying dangerously.
"Good luck, Jun-kun," Ohno says, tipping up to kiss Jun with engaging sweetness before Jun goes to the bathroom to shower. "Let's wipe up the worst of it," Ohno says, pulling handfuls of tissues out of the box by the bed.
Nino gives him a considering look as Ohno swipes at the mess on his stomach. "That was gentler than I was expecting it to be," he says at last.
Ohno smiles but doesn't say anything, handing Nino his pants instead.
"Exactly," Nino says, turning his jeans right side out again and stepping into them.
Ohno scoops up both of their shoes and opens the door.
Manager holds out his hand.
"We were just visiting," Nino sulks, holding out a keycard.
"Mine, if you please," says Manager. Nino huffs but switches cards. "Ah-ah, and Jun-kun's too."
Ohno laughs at Nino and drags him away from giving their manager wounded looks as the man pockets both of Nino's pilfered keys. "Nino doesn't always get his way," he says happily.
Nino shuts his door in Ohno's face for five whole minutes until Ohno asks to be let in again, promising that he's sorry.
part two
Why is my answer always 'sure, I can be there in half an hour'?
Anyhow, I have to take a child to the orthodontist but I should be around later today? After cake and ice cream? I shall do my best! For now: repost.
As a note: I wrote this in thirteen hours, with much crying, after ditching between five and seven OTHER half-assed fics that were/were not like this. It's ALWAYS harder than I think it will be to write something for Fest. I cannot say enough 'thank you's to Aeslis, Flange, and Aya for the last-minute beta work and for the handholding. This goes for Luna, too. You guys were my lifeline and it meant--and still does mean--the world to me that you were there for me.
Title: Promises, promises
Pairing/Group: Ohmiya (Ohno Satoshi/Ninomiya Kazunari)/Arashi. With Ohimya/Aiba, Ohmiya/Jun, and Ohmiya/Sho. All Arashi, all the time.
Rating/Warnings: P for Porn! (NC-17)
Word Count: 12,250
Summary: There are promises made and promises unspoken promises kept and promises broken.
Notes: For airairo. I hope it's something that you'll like.
Thank you to my invaluable betas-the incomparable aeslis, the talented tangiblewhimsy and the amazing flange5 this doesn't happen without you. And if it does, it's not nearly so coherent and polished. I can't thank you enough for letting me cry at you, letting me cling to you, and making my fic a better story all around.
A final thank you, too, to my Luna, the_suit_case; I didn't use your song but I took your advice. Thank you for listening, for suggesting, for being there.
Promises, promises
Nino's hands are clutching at the wall because he knows better than to put them in somebody's hair at this point. But he wants them to be in Ohno's hair, holding him still or guiding him forward or just pulling, pulling, pulling. Nino loves the noise that Ohno makes when his hair is pulled. It makes him moan-in fact, he moans just thinking about it. Low but loud.
"Shhh."
Ohno's breath is a wash of cool air on his wet, sensitive cock and Nino 'shhh's like Ohno wants him to with a shiver of silent sound. He takes a chance and puts his hands in Ohno's hair, gentle, gently, as Ohno's mouth slides down around him once again. Caught Nino thinks, twisting his hips in Ohno's grasp. We're going to get- oh caught.
There's not a door to this room. It's a resting room; it's just two short turns from the hallway to this space. No door, no lock, nothing between Ohno blowing his mind and the outside world but a change of direction, a curve. Anybody could come in, could see Ohno on his knees with his mouth bruised red from having Nino against his lips, in his mouth. Anybody could come in and see how Ohno's lips are damp and shiny with spit-just as damp and shiny as the flushed skin of Nino's erection. Anybody could walk in and anybody would see, and everybody, everybody, everybody would know. Nino pulls at Ohno's hair, tangled up in the idea of somebody coming in and seeing him like this, seeing Ohno make him into this, and Ohno makes that sound and Nino tilts his head back. "Oh-"
"Shhh," Ohno says again. Nino groans.
Ohno bites gently at his abdomen. "You're thinking about it, aren't you?" He smiles up at Nino when Nino looks down at him.
There's something about his cock resting against Ohno's cheek while Ohno smiles at him. He has to close his eyes. "C'mon," he mutters thickly, pulling at Ohno's hair. "Somebody-" he makes a sound that is almost a whimper. "Any second-"
Ohno nips him again. "You like it," he says. Then he stands up and Nino really whimpers until Ohno kisses him. "Hey," he says when he pulls away. "Hey, tell me."
Nino's hands are still in Ohno's hair and he pushes at him, trying to make him go down again, in more ways than one, in both ways, in the only way that counts. "Ohno," he mumbles.
But Ohno won't be moved when he doesn't want to be moved. "Uh-uh. Tell me first."
Cracking an eye, Nino scowls and pulls pointedly at Ohno's hair. It's completely not sexy and Ohno doesn't make that sexy little noise. "Finish me or I'll come on your pants," Nino warns him, shifting so that he's straddling Ohno's thigh. Ohno obligingly moves his leg so that Nino can get better friction. Ohno knows for a fact that Nino isn't going to mess up wardrobe-pants. Ohno is a bastard, Nino thinks affectionately. "Don't be an ass, Oh-chan."
"Tell me," Ohno repeats stubbornly.
Nino gives him the evil eye and rubs himself contemplatively against Ohno's thigh. It's good but it's not what he wants. What he wants he won't get until Ohno gets what he wants. Which Nino is not ready to give him. "No," he says with a great deal of calculation.
Ohno kisses him, a quick peck on the lips. "You're weakening," he says happily. "What will it take for you to tell me?"
Well, he's not going to. That's all there is to it. "Nothing." But maybe he can still bargain. "Aiba," he says rashly. "And Sho. And Jun."
It's very obvious that Ohno is laughing at him, all giggly-eyed and pursed-lip smiles. "Okay."
Nino blinks. "What?" Ohno is never that easy. Especially not when Nino is obviously not going to give him what he wants no matter what.
Ohno kisses him, sliding his tongue into Nino's mouth in a rush of heat and the taste of his own body. One of Ohno's hands tightens on his hips and the other goes into his hair and pulls and Nino makes his own sexy noise and then Ohno's mouth is gone and Nino is trying to follow him. "I said okay. Like 'yes'. We can do that. Them. Aiba and Sho and Matsujun."
It takes Nino a full second to remember what the hell that means. "Oh." He's trying to regain some sense but then Ohno kisses him again and that just destroys him every time; when Ohno stops kissing him it takes a bit longer than he'd like to make sense even to himself. "Separately. Not as a group. This is not training camp."
He has to push back a bit so Ohno can't kiss him again. Ohno is still laughing at him under his breath. "Okay."
Somehow this is just too easy. Nino narrows his eyes. "Promise?"
Ohno huffs at him and then links their pinkies. "Promise." He's leaning in for another kiss and Nino deflects him.
"Down," he orders sternly, pushing at Ohno's head. Ohno laughs at him, really does, out loud, and he sinks to his knees. "Wait," Nino says. He pulls Ohno back up and kisses him. It gets slow and sweet and deep as they kiss and Nino's so hard it hurts and his cock is probably drooling all over Ohno's nice wardrobe pants but oh, it's Ohno. So it's worth it, so worth it.
Breaking their kiss, Ohno kneels down in front of him. "I love you," he says softly.
Nino doesn't say a word because Ohno has taken him in again and his whole body has seized up because oh, oh, the feeling of Ohno's pretty hand wrapped tightly around him, the feeling of his pout-prone lips sliding over him, that talented voice nothing more than an electric hum. Nino can't speak because Ohno really means it this time. Ohno is going to make him come, hard and fast. Nino can't even catch a breath to moan, not even to whimper, because Ohno is looking up at him all dark, wicked eyes and promises and Ohno is jerking himself off and Nino is so very incapable of doing anything like speaking possibly ever again.
That's okay-Ohno isn't one to talk and Nino's pretty sure that he's not actually expecting Nino to say anything anyhow.
Nino is slumped against the wall, Ohno slumped against him and nuzzling at his neck. He's not pulling at Ohno's hair now, just sliding his hands through it. "I feel as though we should have discussed our deal further," he says absently.
Ohno puffs a giggle against his skin. "It's fine," he says. So amused, so innocent, so happy. He's so sly. Nino knows him too well for that.
"Don't snicker like that," Nino tells him, smacking the back of his head lightly. "It's unbecoming."
Ohno laughs.
"As I was saying," Nino says over him, pushing Ohno just upright enough so that he can reach between them and do up their pants, "I feel like we should hammer out some details here."
"I thought we were going to hammer Sho and Jun and Aiba," Ohno interjects. And then he laughs again. Ohno is always happy after sex.
Nino just rolls his eyes and bats Ohno's come-covered hand away from their pants. "This is true but-" he makes sure that Ohno meets his eyes. "That's all. Just that."
Ohno smiles serenely. "If you say so."
"Well, I do." Nino makes a serious face at Ohno. It's meant to be serious but Ohno is giggling at him again so Nino gives up and just makes a face at him. He's got a moist wipe in his pocket and he digs it out, opening it with his teeth. He spits the edge at Ohno. "So-Aiba first?" he asks politely as he begins to clean Ohno's hand.
"Sure," Ohno agrees easily, flexing his fingers as Nino goes around them. Nino is often affectionate and he drops a kiss on the tip of his middle finger. Ohno beams at him and wiggles his other fingers invitingly. Nino bites him. "Any reason why Aiba-chan first?" Ohno asks on a hiss.
"Have you met him?" Nino demands pleasantly. "Do you really want to save that for last?"
Nino can see Ohno consider it: Aiba's energy and enthusiasm and general Aiba-ness. "Oh. Yeah. We'd be pretty tired and he'd be to the max." He smiles and it's not that bright beam, it's something warmer than that. "Nino is really smart," he says.
"Only because you're kind of dumb," Nino mutters, turning away to hide the blush tingling at his cheeks. He throws away the dirtied up wipe and checks both their pants. "Ready to go on?"
Ohno takes his hand without a word and Nino leads the way to standby.
It takes some time before they actually do anything. Nino half suspects that nothing is really going to happen just because of a promise made mid-sex about something he wasn't entirely serious about to begin with.
But one day Sho and Jun leave first and they've got a door that locks on this dressing room and Ohno walks over and locks it before Aiba can even pick up his bag. Nino raises his eyebrows and Ohno nods slightly. Ahhh.
"Haaaah?" Aiba says, cocking his head and blinking stupidly in confusion.
Nino feels a sudden swell of fondness for his oldest friend. He can't help himself. He smiles over at Ohno and then peels himself out of his shirt; he probably should have dried off better after showering. Ohno grins back at him and strips out of his own.
Aiba looks back and forth between them. "Eh?" he asks, his head tilting the other way as he looks between them and the door. "EH?" he adds as Nino begins to unbuckle Ohno's pants for him.
"We are having a threesome," Nino informs Aiba, taking pity on him. "Get naked."
Because he's Aiba he divests himself of his shirt and then his pants. But, possibly because he's Aiba, he stops. Nino gives him a questioning look as he opens up Ohno's zipper. Aiba flutters in his vision as Ohno rubs him through his jeans with his just-right kind of touch. Aiba squints at them like he's not sure he wants to look at them. Or like he's trying to figure things out. "Why?" he asks.
Nino stops before he even gets his hands into Ohno's underwear. "Huh?" he asks intelligently.
Ohno kisses him on the shoulder. "He said 'why'," he says helpfully.
Nino smacks him. "I heard him. You need a reason for a threesome?" he asks Aiba. He knows Aiba sleeps with guys as well as girls. He's slept with Aiba before. He knows that Ohno has slept with Aiba before, too. He's almost sure that they've all slept with Aiba at some point, when it comes down to pure speculation. "Really?"
Aiba puts his hands on his hips, fingers over the Calvin part of the Calvin Kleins. "Yes."
Confused, thrown off, turned around, Nino looks at Ohno. "Captain?"
Smiling, Ohno steps over to Aiba and stretches up to kiss him on the cheek. "Nino wants to bang you," he says candidly. "Okay?"
Aiba nods. "But…why?"
"He's Nino," Ohno says by way of explanation.
"Oi," Nino protests. "You promised."
"You asked me to."
"Hah?"
Nino watches as Ohno shrugs lightly, his head tipping back in Nino's direction just the tiniest, tiniest bit. He can't see Ohno's face but he knows him so well. "Oi," he says. "Don't you make that face about me."
Aiba laughs his breathless hyena giggle. Nino laughs with him because it's impossible to not laugh when Aiba is. "Okay, okay," he says. He looks down at the front of his Calvins. "I'm not hard yet so-" he kind of waves at them a little. "Do something to get me in the mood, yeah?"
Nino frowns.
"Ah! Nino will like that!" Ohno exclaims, reaching for Nino.
Nino frowns a little harder. "I am not porn," he says firmly.
"Hush." Ohno cups his face and is smiling at him so that his nose wrinkles up with it and his eyes squint at the corners. It's so unfair. And then Ohno kisses him. It's just a touch and then gone. Then again, longer. And again. It's Ohno so Nino can only be expected to try to cling to him, try to make the kisses last, try to follow him and get him to come back. And it's Ohno, so Ohno does. Ohno stays longer and longer because that's what Nino wants and Ohno will give him anything, anything he asks for. "You like it," Ohno says as he draws back.
He never admits to it, but Nino is well aware of the begging sound he makes when he really, desperately wants Ohno to kiss him again. It's involuntary, a reflex, like getting the shakes from nicotine withdrawal but more embarrassing because it's Ohno and kissing instead of something simple like cigarettes. He still makes that sound but it's worth the indignity because Ohno does kiss him, really kiss him, opening him up and slipping inside of him just like he owns him. Nino sucks at his tongue because he's hungry for it, for anything he can get. It doesn't take much, when it's Ohno. "Oh," he gasps into it when Ohno takes his tongue back and tries to get a breath. "Oh-chan." He wants this.
"Hot," says Aiba.
Somehow he's forgotten that Aiba is there, that they're doing this. Him. Nino pulls away and looks at Aiba, watching them. Aiba has one hand on himself, rubbing himself through his underwear. "Pervert," Nino says it even though it turns him on. He goes back to kissing Ohno, moaning when Ohno nibbles at his bottom lip.
Ohno lets go of his lip and moves to his ear, biting gently at the lobe as Nino shivers. "He's watching us," Ohno whispers.
Nino knows this. "Shut up," he whispers back, guiding Ohno's hands to the front of his pants. Normally Nino does his own pants; he hates feeling like 'the girl'. "Here." Today he doesn't care.
"He can see everything," Ohno keeps talking, his mouth and the words soft against Nino's cheek, his neck, his ear. His hands are firm and steady on the buckle of Nino's belt, on his button, fast with his zipper. "He can see this…" he says as he pushes his hand into Nino's boxers and draws him out, out in to the open air and into view and oh, oh the heat of his hand. Ohno has some very special calluses. Nino doesn't mind Ohno fishing all the time since it leads to moments like this: Nino shuddering, tangled up and caught in Ohno's grasp. "He can see you."
"I can also hear you. Both of you," Aiba says cheerfully, his breath sudden and damp on the back of Nino's neck. "It's kind of cute."
"You shut up too," Nino invites, tipping his head back to knock (painfully) against Aiba's own. He ruins it by tipping his head to the side so that Aiba has easy access to his neck and shoulder. It's not like Aiba doesn't know what he likes and they are, after all, having a threesome. Pretending he doesn't want to have sex is pointless.
"Should we let Aiba-chan chose what to do today?" Ohno asks, licking at Nino's collarbone. Nino tries to give him a dark look-when does he ever let anybody else pick anything?-but then Ohno sucks at the hollow of his throat at the same time he squeezes the head of Nino's cock and Nino goes cross-eyed instead. "Since he's our guest?" Ohno tacks on in his very best tones of respect and polite company manners.
Aiba laughs. "I want Nino to blow both of us at once."
"I want you to grow a brain," Nino tells him, grabbing Ohno's wrist and stilling it so that he can focus enough to talk. "But I don't see that happening."
"Why not?" Aiba asks.
Nino is tempted to tell Aiba that he's stupid but Ohno flicks his wrist and Nino loses the words. "Be nice," Ohno chides.
"You won't fit," Nino tells Aiba. He's trying to hold off Ohno but it's not enough because Aiba's not actually stupid and has a hand in Nino's pants, too. Aiba is a firm believer in the idea that nuts need love, too. Aiba is really good with balls. "My mouth is not that big."
"You can fit a whole orange in there!" Aiba protests, one hand tugging gently at Nino's balls and the other coming up to flick at his nipples. "If you can do that, then you can get me and Leader in there."
"Ah! That's true!" Ohno says, taking advantage of Nino's distraction to shake off his hold and give Nino's cock a long, pulling stroke. "You did!"
Nino pushes away from them both. "It was a mikan," he reminds them. If they are going to be two against one, he wants to be part of the two. "It was small." He purses his lips at Aiba and looks at him from under his lashes. "You're bigger than that already." He switches to fluttering his lashes at Ohno. "Oh-chan is way bigger." One of them will fall for it, he's sure.
Ohno plants his hand on Nino's chest and pushes him to sit on the couch. "Aiba-chan wants to swordfight in your mouth and he's our guest so-" Ohno unzips his pants and Nino is utterly screwed.
Because Nino loves giving head. He loves everything about it. He loves the taste of a cock in his mouth, the way it gets even harder right before orgasm and the way it softens after. He loves the smell of it, the tight stretch of opening for it, the bruised feeling of his lips and throat by the time it finishes. And he has a serious love affair going on with Ohno's cock. "You suck," Nino mutters as Aiba shoves his way out of his underwear and kicks them aside.
Aiba giggles, somehow not ridiculous at all despite his being naked save the socks. "No, you," he says.
Which is absolutely true six seconds later.
Nino leans forward and licks a stripe up Ohno's cock. Ohno is still in his pants-they're shoved down just far enough for Ohno to be out-and Nino can smell skin and excitement, cotton and laundry soap and sweat. It's the scent of frantic, hurried blowjobs in closets, in greenrooms, in the backseat of moving cars. Nino is breathing hard from just this, this one simple lick and the smell of past perversions. He doesn't dare linger. He moves instead to Aiba, nuzzles at the crush of hair surrounding his base and then drags his cheek along his length until he can suck the head into his mouth. Nude, Aiba smells only like musk and sex and sunlight. Nino curls his tongue around the head of Aiba's cock, slips it under the foreskin and draws back with a breathy sigh.
It's not really a chance to catch his breath. Ohno's got him, is pulling him back. Nino's mouth is already open for him and he cradles Ohno on his tongue, all heat and bitter-spice, before he closes his lips around him and sucks. "Ahhh, Nino," Ohno moans out loud and Nino sucks harder until Aiba pushes him back. "Ow," Ohno says, because Nino got him with his teeth, just a bit.
"What the hell?" Nino asks.
"Both of us," Aiba reminds him. "Not him then me and then him again. Both of us at once."
Nino is reminded of himself and Ohno from not so very long ago. Also during a blowjob. He makes a face at Aiba. "I'm telling you-" he starts but then stops. Ohno is giving him that look. "What?"
"If you don't, you have to tell me," Ohno says, eyes narrowed.
Shit, thinks Nino clearly. "Okay, okay. You two-I don't know. Make out or something. I need to think." He's not kidding when he says that they won't both fit in his mouth at the same time. Nino might have a big mouth sometimes but he is not a porn star.
Ohno and Aiba are not exactly the same person, either. They both have hips and abdomens and spaces that prevent their cocks from being side-by-side and accessible to Nino's mouth. "Closer, you two," he says, prodding at them. It doesn't do much so he gets a handful of Ohno's ass and digs his fingers into Aiba's thigh and pulls.
"Ahhh," Aiba moans and. Shit. Nino forgot that Aiba doesn't mind a little bit of pain with his pleasure. He looks up and stops because Ohno is kissing Aiba and it's kind of amazing to watch. He knows what it feels like when Ohno's tongue curls up like that, what it's like when he bites down that way. His fingernails bite in to Aiba's leg just a little deeper. "Just-"
"Yeah," Ohno murmurs back at Aiba, hands going into Aiba's hair and pulling him down into a harder kiss. Nino's hand is kind of forgotten on Ohno's ass. If by 'kind of forgotten' Nino means 'kneading and caressing'. He knows what he's supposed to be doing but Ohno's kisses have that effect on him. "Nino," Ohno moans and yes, yes, he remembers.
"Getting to it. You guys need to be closer." He manages to drag his eyes away from their mouths and back down to his work area. They are closer, just not close enough. He scratches his nails down Aiba's thigh, gentle red trails down and then back up, going around to the back to push at him. He does the same thing to Ohno's ass, a little lighter, a little more lingering. "Closer."
If they're even listening. Kissing and kissing and kissing, one of Ohno's pretty hands is busy with Aiba's chest. Nino stops it and drags it down to Aiba's cock. Ohno's not dumb and he's not always out of it. He wraps his hand around Aiba and-oh, Nino does like the look of it-strokes. "C'mon," Ohno mumbles, the words lost against Aiba's mouth.
"Lea-ah, I wa-Satosh-" Aiba can't seem to decide what to say or what to call him. "Please," he settles on and Nino approves. Begging always sounds so sexy and Aiba's got the perfect voice for it, hoarse and honest.
Ohno's hand on Aiba's cock pulls and his free arm goes around the lean curve of Aiba's back and pulls him in, closer and closer so that their chests are touching, bellies brushing, almost. "Good," Nino says; like this, the heads of their cocks are touching. The slight movements of their hips as they sway together are making them brush together, just enough, both of them still damp from Nino's earlier attention. "Just like this."
He leans close, breathing in the scent of both of them, and tries to get them both into his mouth at once. The angle is off, wrong, but with a little bit of shifting and an uncomfortable bit of stretching, he can get the heads in. It's a tight, tight fit but he's not really aware of it thanks to the way both Ohno and Aiba gasp. Aiba's a sharp, short sound and Ohno's a hitching catch, full-throated like singing. Nino presses his tongue against them, trying to slide it around but there's no room and doing that makes Ohno surge forward and Aiba fall out.
"Ahh, Nino," Aiba's disappointment is breathy, breathless. His hand in Nino's hair is firm and still gentle and Nino lets Aiba pull him back because he likes it, likes the way it feels, feels like Aiba. He lets Ohno slip out of his mouth to get Aiba's back in there.
"Nino," Ohno sounds impatient and Nino likes that, too. He flicks a look up at Ohno, challenging him with a smirk in his eyes. Ohno's own narrow and Ohno's hand is off of Aiba's cock and settling at the nape of Nino's neck. "C'mere."
Nino is kind of fucked because Ohno knows him, knows his weaknesses. His neck, that slush-up of words, that tone of voice. He c'meres. He opens and they're both there, the heat in his mouth almost unbearable and the ache already starting up in his jaw. He tries to take them in further and then somebody's gone again. "You don't fit," he mumbles around the cock still in his mouth. Aiba's, he thinks, a wilder taste than Ohno's, sharper.
Ohno pushes in, a quick thrust. It's too much and Nino coughs them both out. He looks up at them both, Aiba's flushed face and Ohno's steady, sleepy eyes. "Ahhh, I know," Ohno says; the hand on the back of Nino's neck flexes. "Give and take. Then we both get to have what we want."
"No." Nino gives him an acid glare. Ohno is tricky but so is Nino.
"Argue later," Aiba tells them, pulling at Nino's hair and Nino still likes it, makes that noise he never means to make. "Mouth now."
He's also a little bit mean. He ignores Ohno's cock entirely and goes right for Aiba's, taking it in as deep as he can in one smooth move. He's grinning when Aiba groans loudly, accidentally body-checking Ohno to the side as he tries to get more.
"Both of us," Ohno reminds. He's gentle as he maneuvers Aiba back in to place, dragging him mostly out of Nino's mouth. The hand on Nino's neck slips and touches his cheek, the corner of his mouth. "Open up," he says. Then, "Let me in."
Nino does. He always does. "Oh-chan," he says, both of them out for the split second it takes to say it, and then he's got them both. He can't do much but, he realizes soon, that's sort of how it works. Ohno and Aiba are sliding against each other in Nino's mouth, their cocks rubbing together as one moves forward and the other back. Tiny, shallow thrusts that they have to hold Nino still for because he wants it deep, he wants to lick and taste and suck until his cheeks hurt. He makes a frustrated sound.
It makes Ohno laugh under his breath and not so much amused as something else. "I know," he says. His fingers flex and he goes a little bit deeper, making Aiba murmur nonsensically. "I know you want something you can't have."
Nino bites down a bit, threatening and cranky. He lets up because it's really doing nothing but making his displeasure with Ohno known.
"Later," Aiba says, pushing himself deeper. But Ohno hasn't drawn back and Nino's jaw has either loosened up or else it was just too fast but for a moment they're both just deep. Nino moans, his tongue working against them as much as it can in the limited space, his lips as tight as he can get them. "Fuck," Aiba moans. He shudders and he comes.
Nino can't close his mouth, really, can't suck, can hardly swallow. He's overfull, overflowing.
"Nino," Ohno breathes his name out hard, like he can't keep it in, like he can't help himself, and then he's coming too and it's all too much, Nino can't hold it and he can't pull away. All he can do is moan low in his throat and try to keep in whatever he can.
"Oh-chan and I came at the same time," Aiba says, voice thick with pleasure as he starts to soften. "That's nice." He eases out of Nino's mouth with a pleased sort of hiss, too sensitive.
With an indistinct murmur of satisfaction, Ohno removes himself from Nino's mouth as well. "We did," he agrees.
"I didn't come at all," Nino snaps. But his lips are numb, are tingling, buzzing with the feeling of what he's done, what was done to him. He licks them and tastes Aiba and Ohno mingled there. Sharp and clean, bitter earth salt. Two cocks at the same time. He feels high on it.
"Mm," Ohno hums, fingers moving in slow sweeps over Nino's neck, down to his shoulder. "I want to sleep." He smiles when Nino growls. "You first, huh?"
Aiba laughs and a moment later he's on his knees and Nino is lifting his hips so that Aiba can pull his jeans down for him, snagging his boxers but leaving them both at mid-thigh. "I've got you," he says.
Aiba gives head like he's going down on a girl because that's what he's more familiar with. There's a lot of tongue and it's all very focused and direct, almost too hard. But Nino's whole body is thrumming with want, with need. His head rolls back and he sees Ohno looking at him. His body tenses. He wants this, this, this.
"Both together," Ohno says, almost reflectively, and Nino closes his eyes as Ohno lowers himself down, as Ohno's hands land warm on his thighs, as Ohno's mouth joins Aiba's, lapping at the precome that's dribbling down his length.
It doesn't take much. A suck at the crown, a nip at the base, and Nino's coming between them. He can't say a word, comes on a silent cry that hurts his throat anyhow. "Oh," he manages as his body relaxes back against the couch. "Oh."
He might have dozed. Nino's got great stamina when he's not entirely satisfied but when he is, he's down for the count. He's not really sure what, if anything, has come between the moment of going boneless and limp to this moment of Aiba and Ohno being pressed against his sides, in a sleepy heap.
"We should go home," Ohno mumbles. "The cars are probably waiting."
"We should have pants on," Nino says. "Shirts." He and Ohno are only half-dressed and Aiba is naked. Socks excluded.
"We've all got come on our faces," Aiba says, cheerfully unconcerned. "It's kind of gross but kind of great." Nino thumps him on the leg. Only he's still not really in control of his own muscles so it's more like his hand dropping heavily to Aiba's leg instead of hitting him. Aiba picks up his hand and holds it. "So-" he says.
"Mm?" Ohno hums in curiosity.
Nino flops his head over and looks. "So?"
"Should I warn Sho-chan and Matsujun?"
Nino scowls. "Who says we're going to go after them?" he wants to know. Aiba looks patiently back at him. "And no, you shouldn't."
"Okay," Aiba yawns. "Who's in charge of cleaning up?" He looks at them both. "I'm the guest, you know."
Nino looks back at Ohno. "See what you started?"
By Nino's reckoning they've got three days before Aiba tells Sho and Jun about the surprise threesomes that are lurking in their futures. Ohno's convinced that Aiba won't forget his promise for a least a month. After a bit of arguing, they agree that they've got a week before Aiba slips up and says something to one of them.
"You know what this means, right?" Nino asks, playing with Ohno's hand.
Ohno presses their hands together-palm to palm, fingers to fingers-and then steeples them. "Spider doing push-ups against a mirror," he says.
Nino spiders against him. "Get in the mood for biting."
"Jun doesn't bite."
"Yes he does."
"Who does what?" Jun asks, slinging his bag on to the extra bed. "And how did you two get in here when I didn't even get my keycard from Manager until just now?"
Ohno smiles goofily at Jun. "Nino switched his keycard with Manager's." Their managers each have keys to their room, as a matter of course, and the band manager-who actually tours with them-has a key that gets him in to everybody's room.
Nino beams innocently at Jun.
Jun snorts, amused even if he doesn't really want to be. "You know he's going to figure out it's you when he can't get into his room, right?"
"Who wants a stupid manager?" Nino asks blithely. Manager is wise to Nino's ways after seven years of touring with him.
Tucking his tongue in his cheek, Jun tips his head, non-verbal agreement. "To what do I owe the unexpected and slightly stalker-esque pleasure?"
Ohno makes doe eyes at Jun. "Ah, there it is," he says.
Nino pushes Ohno off the bed. "You wouldn't bite Captain," he says sweetly.
Ohno sidles up to Jun, just slowly enough to be non-threatening but not so slowly that Jun has time to make up his mind to bolt, and puts his arms around his neck. "Nino and I want to-" he looks at Nino.
What, Nino wonders, is a good way to put this? "Bang you like a drum," he supplies.
Because they're a good team, Ohno topples Jun to the bed by sheer virtue of going limp and dropping like a stone. "Yeah, that," Ohno says.
Jun is trapped under them, Ohno's arms around his neck and chest and Nino's legs wrapped around his own. Tightly wrapped around his own. He's not going anywhere without a serious struggle.
"Hi," Nino purrs.
Jun closes his eyes. "There are laws against this, you know."
"Threesomes?" Nino asks but he's distracted. Jun is not fighting them, isn't struggling even a tiny bit. He looks at Jun closely-no, no fight at all-and then at Ohno. "This is too easy."
Ohno leans across Jun and kisses him, sweet sippy little kiss that makes Nino a tiny bit dizzy. "Not everything has to be a battle," he says, words a cool touch on Nino's lips.
"I will bite you," Nino tells him, opening eyes he didn't mean to close.
Standing Ohno sheds his pants, baggy enough that undoing his belt sends them on their way. "I wouldn't mind," he says. "Well, I would but I'd let you anyhow."
Jun's teeth are a shock to the system, precise and bluntly-sharp at Nino's Adam's apple. "I have plans in an hour. Fuck or leave."
Nino swoops in and bites Jun back, catching his jaw. It's not enough to bruise or even to mark but it's harder than he'd bite anybody else. "Told you he bites," he says to Ohno, lifting his head. Jun laughs and Nino bites him again, holds on for a moment. "Nobody asked you."
"Really, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Jun stretches against them.
Ohno smiles brightly and kisses Jun's cheek. "I want Nino to-"
"Shut up and get naked," Nino barks.
"That too," Ohno agrees, kissing Jun again and then reaching down to flick open the button on Jun's pants.
Jun smiles at Nino in his stupid Jun-like way-half dork and half smug prince. "Somebody has issues," he says, colored with delight and fondness.
Nino scowls at him and starts unbuttoning Jun's shirt. "Somebody has plans in an hour and is way, way too buttoned up. Button fly jeans, button down shirt, you want to talk about issues?"
With a huff, Ohno reaches over and pinches Nino's ear. "Stop that," he scolds as Nino yelps. "Be good."
Before Nino can say anything, Ohno lets go of Jun and Jun leans up and over and sucks lightly on the ear Ohno just pinched. Nino shivers. "Be good, Kazunari," Jun whispers, letting go.
Nino's ear is cold and Jun's breath is warm and he shivers again, a little harder. "Ass," he grumbles, nothing but affection. He turns his head, mouth brushing over Jun's cheek to the corner of his lips. "Back up; I don't want to hit you with my elbow when I get my shirt off." He kisses Jun briefly before rolling away a bit to do just that.
When he gets out of his t-shirt he can see that Ohno's leaned over, curled around Jun, and they're kissing. Gentle and slow. Jun is always gentle with Ohno, Nino's always known this. It does funny things to him to see it but he knows this, knows how it goes, knows that everybody knows where everybody else's heart lies. So it's okay. "It's okay," Ohno says, breaking his kiss with Jun. His pretty, capable artist hands spread Jun's shirt wide open.
It is okay. Nino shuffles himself closer and ducks his head, planting a kiss in the middle of Jun's chest. He makes it loud and smacking, squeaky, and feels Jun's laughter burble under his lips. "Fuck or leave," Nino remarks as Jun's hand cards through his hair. "Jun-kun has plans tonight."
"Jun wants to get in to the middle of the bed so that he and Satoshi don't fall off," Jun says, pushing up on his hands. His body is a hot slide against Nino's own, the smooth skin of chest giving way to the rough of fabric as Jun moves up the bed.
He likes it enough that he claws his way up, too, pausing just long enough to adjust himself in his pants before he does. But the delay costs him. There's zero room on the bed and he's in danger of falling out. "Oi," he says warningly. Jun sends out an arm and hooks him around the waist, dragging Nino under him. "Hey!" Grinding down against him, grinning, looking up at Jun is like looking up at the sun, so impossibly bright. "Why are we still wearing pants?"
"Good question."
"Nino likes coming in his pants," Ohno puts in serenely. He's draped over Jun's back, licking abstract patterns across Jun's shoulders.
"I do not!" Nino protests, blushing hotly even as he denies it.
"You like it at the time," Ohno corrects himself. "But only when it's happening."
"Gross," Jun adds his opinion. He's wriggling and it's distracting and it's nice and it's even nicer when Jun's pants are gone and Nino can feel bare skin against his feet as he draws his legs up, cradling Jun between his thighs. "But still kind of messy-hot." Before Nino can do more than open his mouth to give him crap, Jun kisses him, wet and deliberately sloppy. "I don't mind a mess every now and again."
Nino licks his lips. "Well, I'm not coming in my pants tonight. I have to walk around out there."
Jun turns his head, eyes shifting back in Ohno's direction. Ohno licks the shell of Jun's ear. "No, he'd like that too." Jun grins at him, his wide, wide smile.
"No!" Nino kicks his legs like a brat, flails a bit though he's careful to not hit either Ohno or Jun. "No, no, no!"
He doesn't notice when Ohno disappears from Jun's back but he notices when Ohno kisses him, sneaky about using Nino against himself because oh he takes his time with it, delicate tongue gentle as it explores Nino's mouth like it's somehow all new all over again. Oh yes, Nino thinks in soft-edged hysteria, fading into it, into the kiss, into Ohno. His hands settle lightly on Jun's shoulders as he melts. "So noisy," Ohno whispers when he separates from him.
Blinking in cow-eyed confusion-hadn't he just been protesting something?-Nino simply opens when Jun kisses him, cupping his face with one hand, thumb rubbing against his cheek. "Shh," Jun soothes and it's so unfair but Jun kisses a lot like Ohno, like he just really, really wants Nino to get lost in it, like he wants to get lost in Nino. Jun is pushier about it but Nino lets him get away with it.
"I'm not going to do this," Nino sighs as Jun breaks away.
Jun moves against him, slow heavy thrust that makes the muscles in his arms shift. "Yes you are."
"You are," Ohno chimes in, voice muffled but definitely back behind Jun again. "You're going to like it, too." His face appears over Jun's shoulder, a sloe-eyed wicked man. "A lot."
"Kiss my ass," Nino invites.
Ohno snickers and kisses Jun's shoulder, tongue laving it openly and eyes on Nino's until Nino closes them and licks his lips.
"Terrible," Jun says with a faint tsk. His teeth are bright on Nino's arm, the easiest place for him to reach as he pushes up and away and just when Nino's a bit confused by it, Jun slides against him again, drag of skin on skin.
All Nino gets is friction, rub and pressure, none of the silky warmth or the hard heat of it. Nothing close. It's like a tease. "Hey." He palms Jun's shoulders, not sure if he wants to push or pull.
"Hey yourself," Jun says, moving against him again. Shallow and slow, even more of a tease than before. "Hurry up," Jun taunts, leaning down and lipping at his chin, body rubbing, rubbing, rubbing against him through the interfering fabric of his jeans. "I have plans."
Nino's got plans, too, and they're not this. He tries to glare but he's not sure it works if the way Ohno chuffs out a little laugh is anything to go by. "Oh-chan."
"Right," Ohno says sociably. He stands back and pulls Jun with him. Nino stays where he is, watching as Ohno pushes down his own underwear and then Jun's. Nino likes the way Ohno's hands are so dark against Jun's pale hips. He's so taken with it that his hands don't make it to his pants. He's stopped still, watching Ohno's tanned arm coiling around Jun's waist, holding him steady before his other hand slides away out of sight.
But the way Jun's head tips back as he moans tell Nino a lot of things about where that hand has gone. They don't have any lube out and Ohno's not one to push something like this, so Nino knows that Ohno's guiding himself, holding himself, against Jun. Either against the curve or cleft of Jun's ass or sliding between his thighs but in each case neither of them are touching Nino. He struggles to sit up.
"Don't," Jun says.
Nino's not sure who he's talking to and he's not sure it matters when a moment later Jun's body is hard against his own again. There's a sound of skin on skin, of open-mouthed kisses being laid down in a meandering line. "Don't, Nino," Ohno warns as Nino tries to reach for his pants.
"How is this-" Nino struggles to get out, out of breath from the rough promise of Jun's body moving against his "-how can you-" His pants, Nino thinks, the only coherent thoughts he can scrape together.
"He's-" Jun moans.
"I've got him," Ohno says when Jun can't finish it. "Right in my hand."
Nino can't really concentrate but he tries. He can't manage and he pushes Jun's sweat-damp chest away from his, away from the delicious way they come together. He looks between their bodies, long view down his chest and over the bulge of his constrained erection and he can see Ohno's hand over Jun's cock, keeping it from the rough texture of Nino's jeans. He's not stroking, just moving with Jun's movements, keeping time with him. Nino rears up and bites Jun's bicep.
Jun punishes him by moving harder, faster, and it's got to hurt even with Ohno's hand there, Nino knows it must, but it feels so good. He doesn't want to come in his pants but if it keeps up, he will. He looks for Ohno. All he can see of him are his hands on Jun's body, flexing in time with Jun's harsh thrusts. It's all too much, right there on the glittery edge of oblivion.
"I-" He breaks off in short cry of desolation as Jun is jerked away. "Oh-chan!" he wails.
"Shhh," Ohno whispers and Nino hushes because there are hands working on his pants, hands gliding down his sides and in a moment he's naked and in a moment after that Jun is back against him, pushed down unexpectedly and too hard if the way he loses his breath in a grunt is any clue.
It's different without his jeans in the way. He's so sensitized by it that now the taut softness of Jun's skin, the wiry curls of hair, the heat, takes him by surprise. Without meaning to, without knowing he's going to, Nino's whole body seizes up and he comes with a quiet sound of glorious shock.
"Fuck!" Jun grunts and Nino feels the jerk of Jun's cock and the hot jets of his release. He doesn't really mean to wrap his arms around Jun's shoulders but he does, holding him close as he shudders, as they both do.
He holds him tighter as he hears Ohno's own moan, a long drawn out note like music, like singing a song. Sometimes Ohno is just amazing as he comes undone. Sometimes Ohno is just amazing, period. Nino fights the sleepy waves of satisfaction to look for Ohno again, smiling when he sees him, holding out one arm for him.
This is a mistake, as Jun uses the freedom to sit up. "Nuh-uh," he groans, raking his hair back from his face. "No cuddling. I have plans. There's a director who wants to show me a script."
Nino makes a face and lets Ohno pull him to his feet instead of pulling Ohno down to the bed. "Workaholic," he tells Jun, swaying dangerously.
"Good luck, Jun-kun," Ohno says, tipping up to kiss Jun with engaging sweetness before Jun goes to the bathroom to shower. "Let's wipe up the worst of it," Ohno says, pulling handfuls of tissues out of the box by the bed.
Nino gives him a considering look as Ohno swipes at the mess on his stomach. "That was gentler than I was expecting it to be," he says at last.
Ohno smiles but doesn't say anything, handing Nino his pants instead.
"Exactly," Nino says, turning his jeans right side out again and stepping into them.
Ohno scoops up both of their shoes and opens the door.
Manager holds out his hand.
"We were just visiting," Nino sulks, holding out a keycard.
"Mine, if you please," says Manager. Nino huffs but switches cards. "Ah-ah, and Jun-kun's too."
Ohno laughs at Nino and drags him away from giving their manager wounded looks as the man pockets both of Nino's pilfered keys. "Nino doesn't always get his way," he says happily.
Nino shuts his door in Ohno's face for five whole minutes until Ohno asks to be let in again, promising that he's sorry.
part two