Repost from 2011 FQFest (part two)
part one
There are no illusions that Sho doesn't know what's coming for him. Both Nino and Ohno acknowledge the fact that Jun has probably told Sho all about it. He had probably called Sho from the shower as they left his room that night. And if by some miracle Jun hadn't, Aiba would have been on the verge of breaking anyhow.
So Nino waits on it. "No," he tells Ohno every time Ohno tilts a look in Sho's direction.
Nino wants Sho to be twitchy before they pounce on him. If he can't have the thrill of surprising Sho then he'll take the nervous tension of a Sho wondering just when they'll make their final move. Nino spends a lot of time getting close to Sho and then backing off.
It's why he's not very pleased when he opens Ohno's apartment door to pick up some sheet music he left behind and finds candles alight on every surface. "What the hell."
"Bedroom," Ohno calls out. He sounds far too pleased with himself.
"I'm not-" he stops saying it when he walks in to the room and finds a fully clothed Sho relaxing on the bed, reading a newspaper by candlelight. "Oh-chan?" he asks dangerously.
Ohno beams and points at Sho. "He brought candles."
Sho sets the paper aside and smiles and Nino sometimes thinks that he could have easily fallen for Sho, if he'd tried. "I decided that if you guys are going to use me as a big dildo that I might as well make it nice for myself."
Nino puts his hands on his hips. "We will make it nice for you," he says, tossing Ohno a look. "You will sit there and enjoy it."
"Try a little bit of sensuality with your sexuality," Sho says invitingly.
Nino just takes his pants off. "No. Now get moving, Sho. Strip-ety strip." He holds out one hand imperiously. "Oh-chan, the lube."
"This'll be fun," Ohno says. He passes a rapidly denuding Sho on his way to the nightstand and Nino suspects something when Ohno automatically brings his face up for a kiss from Sho. As much as he likes watching the way they sink in to each other, Nino does his best not to watch. He wants a clear head. Something is different. Something…
"No," he tells Ohno when Ohno finally gets around to getting out the lube and handing it to him. Sho looks confused but Ohno grins at him and gives him a kiss on the nose. "I'm not going to."
Ohno just keeps grinning. "Not now," he says and he doesn't sound like he's saying 'let's not talk about it now'. He sounds like he's saying Nino is going to give in to his terrorist demands.
"Not ever." Nino folds his arms.
Mistake. Ohno gets a fistful of hair and crushes their mouths together. Ohno is so unexpected that Nino kisses him back with fury and finds himself naked and there's a naked Sho on the bed by the time he gets his brain back from Ohno's talented tongue. "Damn it, Oh-chan," he crabs.
Sho laughs. Nino is never as good as Ohno is at making Sho laugh, so he enjoys it until he remembers that he's naked and no longer has the upper hand. "Shut up, you."
"You," Sho returns, grinning.
"You!"
"You!"
"Y-oh," Nino interrupts himself. Somebody with slicked up fingers is touching him in a place he really, really likes to be touched. His vision swims before it locks onto a smug looking Ohno. "Oh."
"Mmhm," Ohno agrees. His fingers curl around Nino's cock again and go tight, sliding from root to tip and back again. And again. Oh, again. "Don't argue with Sho. He's got a big brain."
"That's not all I've got that's big," Sho boasts. And then cracks up at his own joke.
Nino wants to catch Sho's laughter with his lips, wants to drink it in. Nino can't help it if he thinks dumb, dorky guys are hot. "Shut up." He reaches down and tangles his hand with Ohno's, getting his own hand slick. He proceeds to lay a big, sticky hand print on Sho's ass cheek. "Guess who gets to bottom?"
Sho rolls his eyes. "Why am I not shocked?" he asks. He looks at Ohno. "Satoshi, are you shocked?"
Ohno reaches out and his hand disappears behind Sho. From the movements of his arm, from the way Sho takes in a careful breath, Nino knows what Ohno's up to. "Not really," Ohno says, making Nino blink and look away from the flex of Ohno's shoulder.
Sometimes Nino wonders about his dysfunctional relationships. "Shut up or I'm just going to jerk off and neither one of you will get to touch my-stop touching that, Oh-chan," he warns.
Chuckling, Ohno lets go of Nino's butt. He leans in and his breath stirs the hair around Nino's ear, makes Nino stir and shiver too. "Why don't you just fuck him?"
"Because you're distracting, Mister Sneaky Hands," Nino tells him. Ohno's hand is on his cock again, a ticklish coy touch. "And I don't trust you in combination with your hulking minion over there."
Sho tips his head back and laughs before flopping on to the bed. "I love you guys," he says, muffled by the sheets. His hips shift. "Keep touching, though. I seriously understand why the fangirls like this stuff." His hips move again and his ass rises up just a bit. It's a very nice ass and Nino has a thing for great butts.
Nino gives Ohno a reproving stare. "See?"
Ohno's hand leaves him, leaves him hard and slicked up. "Promise I won't touch you again tonight," he offers.
Really, Nino should try to figure out what Ohno's up to with kissing him again because he knows Ohno uses it against him. But Ohno's kissing him again, tugging at his hair and Nino whines against him until Ohno lets him go. "Okay."
He's got that gotcha-smile that Nino fears plastered all over his face. "Okay," Ohno says, backing off. He backs up all the way to the wall and leans back against it, one foot braced on it.
Sho has his head propped on his folded arms. "You're screwed," he tells Nino. He sounds mostly cheerful but there's a heady lust note in his voice.
Nino crosses to him and admires the way the candlelight swirls. "Hello, have you seen my dick?" he grips himself and pumps it once, showing off a little. "Yeah, you're screwed." He lets go of himself to run his hands over Sho's back down and down over the curves of his backside. "Really, really screwed."
Sho wriggles. "Do go on," he says, voice tight and thick and lovely, just what Nino wants to hear.
As much as Nino wants to get inside of Sho, as much as the candlelit 'sensuality with his sexuality' is getting to him, he can't. Sho is mostly heterosexual. He doesn't do this very often, only when Nino or one of the others gets the urge to drag him across the line, so they've got to be careful. He holds up one hand. "Oh-chan."
"It's on the bed," Ohno tells him.
Nino forgot that Ohno is by the door, watching him, keeping his promise. "Thank you," he says. He means it. A naked Nino has no defenses against a plotting Ohno, after all. The pop of the cap is a small sound, a quiet sound, but it makes Sho take in a deep breath. Nino pets at the small of his back awkwardly with his non-lube-dripping hand. "Sho."
Sho's head lifts. "You've got me, I know. You don't have to say it." He's smiling at him but Nino looks to Ohno.
Ohno, leaning against the wall, doesn't smile. Just watches. "You don't have to," he says and Nino knows what he means and it's not fair.
It's not fair. He looks back at Sho, at his hands on Sho's body. "I-" he starts to say but he's not going to. He's not going to give Ohno that. Not like this. "I've got you," he says to Sho, resting his cheek against Sho's back and sending his hand down to the shadowed divide of Sho's body, to his entrance. He works one finger in gently, holding his breath at the way Sho's body clamps down on his intrusion. "I've got you," he repeats, moving slowly. In and out, deeper each time, getting Sho's body used to what Sho's mind has already accepted.
Still, Sho hisses painfully with the second finger. "It's okay," he says when Nino stops. "Keep going."
"Oh-chan, kiss him," Nino orders. If anything can distract Sho, it's got to be one of Ohno's soul-stealing, heart-attack-inducing, mind-melting kisses. But Ohno isn't there. He looks up. "Oh-chan?"
Ohno shakes his head, still against the wall. "If I come over there, I'll touch you and I promised I wouldn't."
"Kissing Sho is not touching me," Nino says, confused.
"You're there," Ohno says. Nino must still look confused, he thinks, because Ohno goes on. "You're naked."
"I know that," Nino says. Are they really doing this?
"I like touching you when you're naked," Ohno says, as though this has anything to do with the naked Sho on the bed who is in need of something to take his mind off of Nino's giant wang.
Nino really has to wonder about his relationships sometimes. "Come over here anyhow and kiss him," he tells Ohno, "he needs a distraction."
"Uh, excuse me," Sho interrupts. "I'm not a woman. I don't need to be distracted."
"Nino thinks you're afraid of his gigantic penis," Ohno tells Sho in a gently helpful tone of voice. "You're not afraid of his-"
"I am not afraid of Nino's dick," Sho tells them loudly. "Now get it in there before I leave."
Nino kisses Sho's shoulder blade. "You haven't been scary since you were eighteen," he tells Sho. He starts working a third finger into him, peppering Sho's skin with little kisses. "I'd quit trying if I were you."
The next thing Nino knows is that he's flat on his back and Sho is over him, on him, sinking onto him, taking him in with a steady, slow rush that makes Nino's throat close up. "Yeah?" he pants.
"Ah, Nino misjudged it again," Ohno says from his place far away.
Nino ignores him. "Heavy," he breathes up at Sho.
"Heavy or affectionate?" Sho smirks down at him, lofty and in control.
"Bad pun," Nino says but he's thinking that Ohno's already made that joke, already stole that line, took the moment and kept it for his own before it even happened. "You can do better."
Sho's body begins to move, rocking back and forth only lightly but he's so tight that minute movements are like earthquakes. "Oh yes, I can. I'm going to." He looks up, away from Nino and Nino has to tilt his head back and back as far as he can to see that Sho is looking at Ohno. Nino's view of him is upside down and hazy. "Satoshi?" Sho asks.
"Sit up," Ohno says. The candle flames seem to dance in time to his words. "Let him see all of you. He likes looking."
"I see," Sho smiles and sits back and the change drives Nino deeper inside of him. Sho moans but Nino moans louder. "And next?"
"Go slowly," Ohno says. "He doesn't like it but I do."
Nino glares up at Sho between the crossing of his eyes. "Don't you dare," he says.
Sho stretches his arms over his head and rolls his hips slow and controlled. "What else?"
"Just go slowly for a long time," Ohno's voice is rich with layers and layers of darkness and promises, candle-glow and slipping words. "A long, long time."
"Cruel," Sho says, languid in his movements.
Nino curses out loud. "It's supposed to be me and you doing him," he reminds Ohno. Sho's body looks like it's been carved from marble with the way the candles illuminate him. Nino wants to see Ohno's mouth and hands on it. Thinking about it makes him thrust up as much as he can. "Get over here and quit being a prick."
Ohno makes a satisfied sound. "No."
"God damn it," Nino bites out.
Sho body jerks and Nino loses his train of thought, looks up and sees Sho's face in the light above him. "Are you really going to try to argue with Satoshi?" he asks. He lifts up, drops down again. "Like this?"
"I just want him to come over here and-"
"Help you fuck?" Sho asks. "Help you get off? You made him promise he wouldn't touch you." Sho leans close, satin-sheen of sweat on his body in the low, low light. "It isn't good enough when it's me doing it his way, is it, Nino?"
It is and it isn't. Nino likes it but he wants Ohno to be more than a voice and the unpracticed movements of another body. He wants more than Sho. He needs it. "Oh-chan just-"
"I promised I wouldn't," Ohno says, steady and implacable. "You know I won't break my promise. Not to you."
He knows it. Oh, oh, oh he knows it so well. Twelve years and Ohno's never broken his word yet. He's broken Nino a hundred times but never his word of honor. Nino shakes his head against Ohno's sheets, transfixed by the way Sho watches him. The way Ohno does, but not quite. Not nearly the same as the way Ohno does when Ohno's the one over him, surrounding him, taking him. "Come and-" he has to fight for words against the slow pace of Sho's grinding against him, clenching around him. "Just kiss-" Him. Me. Nino's not sure what he wants.
"No. I promised." Ohno sounds so sure, so steady.
"He's jerking off," Sho says, just for Nino's ears. "In time with us."
Nino claws at Sho's legs and arches, trying to see Ohno again but he can't keep his eyes open. "Oh-chan."
"You can always just tell me," Ohno says, his voice suddenly at Nino's ear, just far enough away that it's only heard and not felt. "Tell me and maybe I will, just this one time."
He won't and Nino knows it but it's moot anyhow because Nino can't tell him. Nino is practically sobbing with want. He drags his nails down Sho's leg and up his own body, over his nipples. He catches fistfuls of his own hair and writhes.
"Satoshi," Sho says. His body is almost painfully tight on Nino's.
"Oh. Sorry. Go ahead."
Sho comes, body going tighter and tighter and then loose around him as hot little puddles form on Nino's stomach. Nino really does sob then, really does cry out loud and twists and curls and he doesn't come. He wants something he doesn't have and he's not going to come without it. Ohno's stubborn but so is Nino. "I won't-" he whimpers. "Won't." Won't, won't won't.
"You're weakening," Ohno says and Nino's eyes fly open just in time to see Ohno pinch the head of his cock, flick the end of it with a depraved nonchalance and his eyes are opened and burning and right on Nino's own as he comes without a sound, searing wet streaks over Nino's chest.
Nino breaks. Everything gone at once, he's got nothing but the fierce look on Ohno's face and the promises Ohno won't break and the way he, himself, will. He comes so hard that when he closes his eyes, he doesn't open them again.
"Satoshi? You can probably-" he hears Sho saying above him. He still can't open his eyes. He's too far gone on it.
"No. I promised." Ohno, also above him somewhere. Happy Ohno, amused Ohno, post orgasm Ohno that Nino knows so well. He giggles. "I promised and Nino would know if I broke it. He's tricky."
Something warm and rough and damp rubs briskly over Nino's chest, down his stomach. "You can't even clean him up? First I'm a sex toy and then I'm a maid," Sho grouses.
Nino would frown but he knows Ohno has got this covered. He hears the sound of a small kiss, the faint sound of a candle wick being pinched, and smells the traces of beeswax and smoke. "We love you, you know that."
"Yeah, and Masaki and Jun, too. Does it ever occur to you that this is just so-"
"All the time," Ohno says. He's laughing again. "But that's why it's fun, right, Nino?"
Nino knows Ohno isn't expecting an answer because Nino is being tucked in to Ohno's bed. Sheets spreading secrets all over his skin as they float and settle around him. Promises, promises.
"That's why it's…never mind. Just-where are you going to sleep if he's in your bed and you're not going to touch him?"
"At Sho-kun's, of course!"
Nino smiles and falls asleep before he can hear what response Sho's spluttering is going to turn into.
Very probably, in fact very most likely, Ohno knows that Nino has the next day off. Nino barely leaves Ohno's bed for most the next morning. He knows that Ohno doesn't have work, either. He sits amid the half burnt town of candles for hours before giving up and changing the sheets to something that doesn't smell like sex and Sho and the wet washcloth that somebody left on the blanket. He crawls back in to the freshly made bed and waits. Ohno used Sho and Jun and Aiba against him. Ohno used his promise to strike a hammer-blow at Nino's own vow. Nino waits until he's so turned on that it's jerk off or make tea.
Naked in the kitchen is where Ohno finds him. "Morning, Nino," he yawns, dropping an idle kiss on Nino's shoulder before reaching around to appropriate his mug and steal a sip of his tea.
Nino elbows him. You're a jerk, he means to say. What comes out is "I love you."
Ohno sips Nino's tea again and smiles at him in angled profile. "I love you, too."
A hundred times and once again, Nino thinks, Ohno just breaks him wide open and makes him feel naked and vulnerable. He IS naked and vulnerable but that's beside the point. He dumps out his tea and faces Ohno fully. "You know I love you. You know I write stupid songs about you that I can't show anybody because they're crap. You know I think of you all the time, you know I do sentimental stuff like steal your shirts to wear around. Why do you have to make me say it?"
Ohno kisses his forehead, unperturbed. "Because I like hearing you say it sometimes," he says. He starts to walk them backward, to the bedroom.
"Hey!" Nino protests but not very hard. "I'm telling you I don't like saying those things! I'm not going to do it again! Are you even listening?" He doubts it.
Though he shouldn't. "Of course I'm listening," Ohno says, sucking at the tender spot just under Nino's ear. "You said that you love me."
Nino smacks him on the side of the head even as he lets Ohno maneuver him back to the bed with its rumpled clean sheets. "I said I'm not saying I love you again."
"Said it again," Ohno says, sucking at the place where Nino's neck joins Nino's shoulder, that stupidly sensitive spot. He sucks a little harder when Nino's breath catches but it's not hard enough to leave any sort of lasting mark. He puts his hands on Nino's shoulders and pushes him down to sit.
"You're a jerk," Nino finally manages to say. "You don't play fair." Nino isn't even listening to himself because Ohno is getting naked. "We probably have sex too much."
"So are you, I don't have to, and that's what Sho said," Ohno addresses each item in turn as he sheds his shirt and pants. He's not wearing underwear today. "I thought I might have to hurry," he says when he sees Nino's raised eyebrows.
Ohno knows him too well. Nino stands only to find himself pushed down again with Ohno on top of him. Holding him down. "You don't really want to leave. You're so stubborn. It's cute."
"Let me up," Nino says, trying to break out of Ohno's hold on him. Only he's not really trying, he just wants to feel Ohno keeping him there. He wants to feel Ohno wanting him, promising that he's not going to let him go no matter what stupid thing he tries to do. "Let me up, Oh-chan."
"No," Ohno says peacefully, distractedly. He shifts and pulls Nino's thigh up over his hip.
Nino wants this. "Let me up," he repeats, but he's not pushing at all, he's clinging.
"No," Ohno tells him again. He looks at him, piercingly, eyes that see right through him when he wants to. "Today, I want to take care of things for you."
It's the look in his eyes that does it, that makes Nino go lax under him. "Okay," Nino breathes out. Breathes in, "Okay, Oh-chan."
Ohno kisses him, hands tight on his wrists, and Nino goes crazy for just a second, just a moment until Ohno quits kissing him and reaches for the lube. He fumbles in the drawer because Nino can't be trusted to keep his word where Ohno's is concerned. Nino can't see the tube but when Ohno pops it open he realizes it's the stupid strawberry scented stuff and Nino wants this enough that he doesn't even care. Not until Ohno stops and then keeps on being…stopped. "Ah." Ohno says at last.
Nino looks at the bottle in Ohno's hand as it gets tucked under Ohno's chin. And then dropped. Then picked up again and almost-knelt on at the same time that Nino is almost knelt on. "Hey!"
"Sorry," Ohno mutters. He's staring at the bottle in total consternation.
"Want some help?" Nino inquires solicitously.
Ohno gives him a mild glare. "No."
Neither of them moves for a minute.
Ohno's shoulders slump. "Yes."
He doesn't understand how Ohno can keep breaking his heart with stupid little things like this-like being completely unable to open the lube because he can't remember to let Nino go, because he won't let him go. It's a stupid thing but Nino doesn't care that it is. He frees one hand and upends the bottle for Ohno, watching the slick coat his fingers. "You're kind of retarded, Oh-chan," he says at last.
"Yeah," Ohno agrees. "But you love me."
Nino turns his head to the side. "Yeah," he says.
Strawberries aren't sexy, they're stupid, Nino thinks as Ohno touches him. Stupid red fruits but they're Ohno's favorite which is why Nino bought the stupid strawberry lube in the first place. He hates it. It makes his toes curl, makes his heart stutter, makes his body open, open, open so easily. Ohno moves his hand out of the way and Nino can't take his eyes off of him.
Scent of strawberries as Ohno smoothes his way into him, one long steady stroke, like he belongs there. Like he's part of Nino. "Nino," Ohno says and Nino can't look away.
"I love you," he doesn't have the air to say the words but he says them anyway.
Ohno's eyes widen and he draws back, thrusts in again. "Yes."
How long has he been able to read Ohno? How well? Nino can't count to that time or that depth. He just can, he just does. "I love you," he says again. His arms go tight around Ohno's ribs as he scrabbles for something to hold on to, something solid that won't break. "I love you. Oh-chan, I love you."
"Nino," Ohno drives home, hard and fast. He'll give Nino anything and Nino knows it. "Tell me. Say it."
Nino's back arches, a perfect arc like the curve of the moon. "I-" It's too soon, way too soon, it's like he's a teenager again, first time again, the way he breaks and comes for so long that he's left shaking. Ohno is still moving inside of him but it's softer now, ragged now. Ohno's stamina isn't any better than Nino's when it's like this. Nino touches Ohno's face, noticeably older than the kid he was back then. "I love you."
"I love you," Ohno tells him. Ohno says it all the time. Nino's used to it. It's like the scent of strawberries and he sometimes wishes Ohno would just shut up.
He closes his eyes and leaves Ohno to deal with the mess again. Serves him right, he thinks. "Serves you right," he mumbles because Ohno is such a jerk.
When he wakes up once more, Ohno is sitting on the bed with a script and a cup of tea. "Tell me," he says without looking over.
They're not really psychic but sometimes Nino thinks they should be. "Hell no."
Ohno snorts into his cup. "C'mon. Tell me."
"No." Nino struggles up to sitting, cocooned in the blankets like a fat awkward caterpillar. "Wasn't once enough?" he asks.
He doesn't really mean today. He's thinking of the first time he said it to Ohno, those words he never wants to say to somebody he actually feels them for. He still feels the sting of the way he tripped over the words as he tried to hold them back. He still remembers the way Ohno wrapped him up and held him close and whispered at him to say it again, say it one more time, say it again. He remembers saying he never, ever would.
Ohno wraps him up in his arms and holds him close. "No." Ohno tucks Nino's head down, against his shoulder. "I told you on the ship that I wanted to hear you say it all the time."
"I'm not going to," Nino repeats the words he said all those years ago. He means it-he always does-but the way it makes Ohno smile around him makes him want to say it again right this second. "You owe me tea," he says instead.
"You'll say it again," Ohno says, offering out the tea cup. It smells too strong. Just right. "I'll get you to tell me again."
Nino knows he will. Ohno never breaks a promise, not to him. Ohno always, always gives Nino whatever it is that he wants-his cup of tea, the good seat in the car, an opening to say 'I love you' when he feels like he can't. "What happens when you run out of crazy things to do to make me say it?"
Oh, and oh, Nino is so in love with Ohno because: "I promise I won't."