My Bff's Wedding
Title: My Best Friend's Wedding
Chapter: 8
Pairings: Ohmiya, OhnoxOC, Matsumiya
Rating: PG
Summary: Nino loves Ohno, Nino is also Ohno's best friend. So when Ohno wants to marry his long time girlfriend what does Nino do?
Warnings: Failed Humour, Generic Story, General Sucky Writing and Careless Mistakes are Plenty.
Past Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter7
The silence was awkward when the door clicked behind us. Satoshi stood twiddling his fingers, looking down at his feet.
Stupid Mina. It was not supposed to be like this you know. Satoshi and I were best friends. Changing in front of each other was elementary stuff and Satoshi’s unusual quietness made me feel like a stranger to him.
Satoshi was a quiet person by nature but around me he’d be mumbling something or the other whether I listened or not. Awkward was not a way we rolled.
“Do you need help taking that off?”
For a moment I couldn’t understand at all. Was this a pick up line? Did Satoshi want sex? But before my heart could flutter I noticed his cautious look towards me. I realized I was still standing in the stuffy wedding gown.
“Ah...no. I can handle it.”
I turned away from Satoshi to face the mirror. With his presence so overbearing and real there’s no way I could handle it.
I poured the make-up remover onto a cotton wool and dabbed at my face and pulled at my hair. I can’t believe all the things those two conspirators put on and around me. What’s wrong with my normal face?
It still looks nice with the dress.
“You look nice without the make-up too.”
My heart stopped. Satoshi and I were always in tune with each other but this was downright creepy.
Our eyes met in the mirror in a soft smile and I really couldn’t tell but the awkwardness seemed to dissipate a little.
The silence still reigned though settling in the folds of comfort as my hands reached to my back to get hold of the zipper. But I just couldn’t...
This was not looking good. I was failing in front of Satoshi, looking like a fool hands clambering all over my back thrown around in weird angles to get one stupid little zipper and suddenly the awkwardness hit back with an unmatchable force as I found myself looking at Satoshi in the mirror much closer than he was just a minute ago.
In fact his palms were flat against my back and I couldn’t help my breathing speed up. I could clearly see the frills ruffle as I breathed and Satoshi’s palm snaked up over my back and onto my shoulder. I could still feel the trail tingling as his fingers slid down my shoulders and brought my horribly angled arms down, straightening them.
By this time my whole body was buzzing, Satoshi had never touched me so tenderly, carefully, the contact of his hands to my bare skin made my knees buckle, my blood raced in my vessels as my heartbeat sped up.
Suddenly I felt Satoshi’s breath against my neck, his forehead ghosted against the back of mine. I couldn’t help the shudder hoping against hope that Satoshi wouldn’t notice. But there was no way he wouldn’t since his hand was practically clutched into my shoulder. In fact his hold tightened as though to steady me.
“You seem kind of tense.” He breathed.
OH WHY, OH WHY DOES EVERYTHING SOUND LIKE CHEESY PICK-UP LINES TO ME!!!!?????!!!!!!???
I was saved an answer as a finger lightly trailed down and the zipper of the dress purred as Satoshi slowly pulled it down. I tried to relax looking for my shirt that was folded neatly on the dressing table in front.
Satoshi pulled the dress down with both hands up to my waist and I just felt so fucking exposed. His fingers drew light circles around the skin atop the place where the dress bunched up around my waist.
Stop hyperventilating. Stop dying out on me heart. I need you to pump blood around my body. How else will I get the much needed oxygen BECAUSE I FREAKING CAN’T BREATHE!
In a swift movement I had no idea I could pull off I grabbed my t-shirt from the table and pulled it on; it comically catching onto my head as I struggled to pull it down and again a pair of helping hands grabbed the hem of the shirt as it finally untangled itself from my head. Satoshi held the dress up as I pulled on my pants and I stumbled and fumbled pulling Satoshi all around the room until the stupid pair was finally fitted around my legs and Satoshi let go as I shimmied out of the makes-weird-but oh-so-wonderful-things-happen dress.
I threw it at a corner and Satoshi ran forward to pick it up frowning at my carelessness.
“What? It’s not like I’ll ever wear it and I doubt Amy would appreciate my hand me down.”
Satoshi only hummed.
“What?” I felt annoyed at him for paying more attention to the dress
“It’s just that, it’s a really nice dress.” Satoshi’s demeanour baffled me. His words seemed heavy but he delivered with such a goofy expression on his face that I couldn’t take him seriously.
“Whatever, just dispose of it by the time I get back.”
I left him to go to the washroom to clean my face properly. Even that make-up remover smelt weird and girly. I came back to find Satoshi holding the door open for me and the dress neatly folded in a corner of the room.
Baka.
We headed to Shibuya next to where Satoshi believed was the planner’s office.
An odd sense of déjà vu overcame me. I can swear I saw that house before. In fact I might have seen many of these houses before. I followed Satoshi as he checked the addresses as we walked by the houses.
I was positive this was a residential area why would there be a planner’s office here? But as we walked past the largest, most spectacular and the most familiar looking house I realized that the much smaller house right beside it was actually turned into an office.
We trudged in feeling slightly out of place. Something requiring an office like this, in an area like this must be costing a fortune. What am I doing here playing along with this?
Money T__T
How can I ditch my first love for Satoshi?
But when Satoshi took my hand I realized I ditched practically everything and would ditch almost anything for him.
I sighed.
What’s with the hand holding? Satoshi’s been acting weird all the way we’ve been walking together.
A lady at the reception told us to wait while she checked if “Sir” was in.
Sir?
Oh great. Gay wedding planner for gay wedding. Perfect.
Just like Mina to think of something like this.
On retrospect he might not be gay. He just might like planning weddings and be straight.
Yeah right.
Chuckling at my own internal joke and earning a strange look from both the reception lady and Satoshi we were ushered into a large room filled with general wedding looking stuff.
Books, frills, laces, clothes, tables, chairs, teas and cakes and oh melon bread.
I picked it up and startled nibbling on it. I swear I ate this melon bread before.
When the door opened the face that appeared bringing back memories that weren’t very unpleasant but somehow I’d rather not remember.
OH MY FUCKING GOD TOMA!
“YOU! You’re the wedding planner?!”
Toma looked at my face a little closer, realization dawning eventually, “Ah! Kazunari-kun. You’re getting married? And no, I’m not the wedding planner. He is.”
He inclined his head towards the door where I realized another figure was approaching.
My jaw dropped. There he was...the guy I lost my virginity (well sort of) to.
He strode right up to Satoshi and held his hand out, “Matsumoto Jun. How may I help you?”
Matsumoto Jun....so he’s the one who took me to his house as well. I have no idea why I didn’t connect the dots before.
Satoshi bowed before taking his hand, “Ohno Satoshi.”
Matsumoto Jun turned to me with a positively evil looking smirk, “And you?”
“Ninomiya Kazunari.” I took his hand and his hold lingered longer than normal handshake protocol.
Oh he knew, he so knew who I was.
I kind of felt intense hatred towards him.
We fucked one night and he took me home another.
His all-knowing smirk annoyed me. Felt like he was blackmailing me with some huge secret of mine.
Problem was, sleeping with him was a secret. Satoshi must not know I’m into guys in any way. So he could blackmail me if he wanted. I didn’t know what I could give him for him to blackmail me but just so that he had the power annoyed me to great lengths
“So Kazunari-kun would you like to discuss the colours?” His smooth voice shook me out of my reverie.
I nodded not even sure what he meant hoping that Mina had done some of the work before hand.
Turns out she had. Matsumoto-san (Is it okay to call him so formally? I mean you know...) brought out the choices of snacks, drapes and flowers that Mina had short listed.
I chose anything that wasn’t pink. Personally I like pink but I hate how it’s typically stereotyped to feminism so that it makes hard for males to like it.
The wedding hall was starting to look all blue and yellow.
Matsumoto-san started frowning, “You know that’s a very odd colour combination. Are you sure you wouldn’t want white with blue?”
“Umm..okay if you suggest that.”
Matsumoto sighed out of relief and wrote everything down.
We sampled cakes and snacks next. I was hoping to select all that was cheapest but they were all expensive. Go figure. We ended up making our choices on the degree of Satoshi widening his eyes upon eating a portion of each dish.
It ended up taking a few hours and Satoshi by then seemed awfully tired and ready to rush out. So when Matsumoto chimed out “That’s it for today.” He did, leaving me to sign the agreements to the things ordered and the contract.
“You know Kazunari-kun.” Matsumoto started taking my hand, “You’re the last person I would expect in here.”
I knew it. I knew he would bring up what happened between us if not necessarily hit on me.
Turns out he did both.
His hand slid not so innocently into my back pocket, “Call me if you need anything.”
I felt the slightest of squeeze before he let go throwing me a sweet smile.
“Aren’t there any professional barriers that prohibit this kind of thing?”
Matsumoto chuckled and alarmingly his hands closed around my waist as he pulled me closer.
Oh crap! Why did I have to be SO small?
“There would be but it’s just a part time job” I started when he placed a chaste kiss across my lips. I jerked my head to the side in alarm. Damn. I went on for too long without getting laid and playing too much tease with Satoshi. So long in fact I couldn’t muster up ill feeling towards what he was doing.
“And you’re not really getting married.” Before I could deny it he kissed me again. It was shameless how little I minded to being fondled with like this. Maybe it was the whole sort of virginity losing thing.
Matsumoto was pulling me closer and closer. Really what’s with this guy? We’re paying him to plan a wedding and he’s fooling around with the bride...uh...one of the partners.
That’s when I caught the look of utter discomfort on Toma’s face and thank God for Toma’s pained expression that I caught my actions and pushed Jun (Great now we’re on first name basis) away.
Really he was defiling the wife...uh...one partner and doing it in front of his assistant/housekeeper. How unmindful and neglectful towards Toma. It’s almost like Jun purposefully ignored the guy’s presence.
I walked out quickly, close to breaking into running and I heard Jun chuckle as I closed the door behind me hastily. I found Satoshi sitting down at one of the cushioned couches we were sitting at while waiting.
“Let’s go.” I muttered and rushed out the door trusting Satoshi to follow. I could feel Satoshi’s curious gaze on the back of my head. It’s almost like he knew what I was doing in there. I hoped it was just my imagination as we walked quickly to the train station to catch one back home...Satoshi’s home I amended quickly.
Because Jun was right. We’re not really getting married.
His words weighed down on me like a tonne of brickes.The thought settled with a dull thud on my head.
I was successful in avoiding Satoshi on the crowded train but wasn’t as lucky as we walked to his home together. What was happening to my life? I was getting married to my best friend who isn’t in love with me but just wants to show his mother how his girlfriend was a better choice. As revenge I was fooling around with the wedding planner.
Just great.
The house loomed up in the distance and I’ve never been this glad to being home. Distance from Satoshi finally. I can’t think with him this close.
Wait a minute...why is he so close?
I realized that somewhere during the long, frustrated internal monologue Satoshi had pulled me into an alleyway and was pushing me against a dirty wall.
“I’m sorry Kazu but I just can’t get the thought out of my head.”
“What are you-
Silenced with lips I’ve yearned for more than half my life.
I melted right into the gentle press of lips and pressed back adding my own two pence, arms sliding readily around a neck I’ve fantasized for so long it almost seemed practiced.
This gently cautious yet suspiciously possessive hold, this slow movement, this tilt of our heads, the slide of our hands around each other, pulling closer and closer, deepening the kiss almost desperately moving our lips against each other.
Except for the dark, dirty alley way this moment seemed like one right out of my fantasies and it stole my breath. Despite the elementary level of the contact it still fucking stole my breath away.
Oh Satoshi if only you knew what you do to me.
Satoshi broke it off with a startled groan, pressed his face into my neck for just one moment. A moment in which he held me so tight he pushed all the air out of my lungs.
Then just as suddenly his hold loosened as he retracted abruptly, the air rushed back into my lungs, the sticky feeling of Satoshi wrapped around me gone so quickly I started to wonder if I’ve imagined it. And he ran, literally ran to his house leaving me panting in that dirty alley all alone.
**A/N: Ah it's almost nearing the end. I'll realized as I'm building up the final chaotic situation that I'll really miss this. Hope I didn't make it boring T___T. Around 4 chapters left and maybe an epilogue.
Thank You Everyone For Supporting me So Far. I appreciate anyone who spends time reading my fics but those of you who leave me an encouraging words are amazing at another level and really keep me going. I'm grateful Minna :D
Chapter: 8
Pairings: Ohmiya, OhnoxOC, Matsumiya
Rating: PG
Summary: Nino loves Ohno, Nino is also Ohno's best friend. So when Ohno wants to marry his long time girlfriend what does Nino do?
Warnings: Failed Humour, Generic Story, General Sucky Writing and Careless Mistakes are Plenty.
Past Chapters: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter7
The silence was awkward when the door clicked behind us. Satoshi stood twiddling his fingers, looking down at his feet.
Stupid Mina. It was not supposed to be like this you know. Satoshi and I were best friends. Changing in front of each other was elementary stuff and Satoshi’s unusual quietness made me feel like a stranger to him.
Satoshi was a quiet person by nature but around me he’d be mumbling something or the other whether I listened or not. Awkward was not a way we rolled.
“Do you need help taking that off?”
For a moment I couldn’t understand at all. Was this a pick up line? Did Satoshi want sex? But before my heart could flutter I noticed his cautious look towards me. I realized I was still standing in the stuffy wedding gown.
“Ah...no. I can handle it.”
I turned away from Satoshi to face the mirror. With his presence so overbearing and real there’s no way I could handle it.
I poured the make-up remover onto a cotton wool and dabbed at my face and pulled at my hair. I can’t believe all the things those two conspirators put on and around me. What’s wrong with my normal face?
It still looks nice with the dress.
“You look nice without the make-up too.”
My heart stopped. Satoshi and I were always in tune with each other but this was downright creepy.
Our eyes met in the mirror in a soft smile and I really couldn’t tell but the awkwardness seemed to dissipate a little.
The silence still reigned though settling in the folds of comfort as my hands reached to my back to get hold of the zipper. But I just couldn’t...
This was not looking good. I was failing in front of Satoshi, looking like a fool hands clambering all over my back thrown around in weird angles to get one stupid little zipper and suddenly the awkwardness hit back with an unmatchable force as I found myself looking at Satoshi in the mirror much closer than he was just a minute ago.
In fact his palms were flat against my back and I couldn’t help my breathing speed up. I could clearly see the frills ruffle as I breathed and Satoshi’s palm snaked up over my back and onto my shoulder. I could still feel the trail tingling as his fingers slid down my shoulders and brought my horribly angled arms down, straightening them.
By this time my whole body was buzzing, Satoshi had never touched me so tenderly, carefully, the contact of his hands to my bare skin made my knees buckle, my blood raced in my vessels as my heartbeat sped up.
Suddenly I felt Satoshi’s breath against my neck, his forehead ghosted against the back of mine. I couldn’t help the shudder hoping against hope that Satoshi wouldn’t notice. But there was no way he wouldn’t since his hand was practically clutched into my shoulder. In fact his hold tightened as though to steady me.
“You seem kind of tense.” He breathed.
OH WHY, OH WHY DOES EVERYTHING SOUND LIKE CHEESY PICK-UP LINES TO ME!!!!?????!!!!!!???
I was saved an answer as a finger lightly trailed down and the zipper of the dress purred as Satoshi slowly pulled it down. I tried to relax looking for my shirt that was folded neatly on the dressing table in front.
Satoshi pulled the dress down with both hands up to my waist and I just felt so fucking exposed. His fingers drew light circles around the skin atop the place where the dress bunched up around my waist.
Stop hyperventilating. Stop dying out on me heart. I need you to pump blood around my body. How else will I get the much needed oxygen BECAUSE I FREAKING CAN’T BREATHE!
In a swift movement I had no idea I could pull off I grabbed my t-shirt from the table and pulled it on; it comically catching onto my head as I struggled to pull it down and again a pair of helping hands grabbed the hem of the shirt as it finally untangled itself from my head. Satoshi held the dress up as I pulled on my pants and I stumbled and fumbled pulling Satoshi all around the room until the stupid pair was finally fitted around my legs and Satoshi let go as I shimmied out of the makes-weird-but oh-so-wonderful-things-happen dress.
I threw it at a corner and Satoshi ran forward to pick it up frowning at my carelessness.
“What? It’s not like I’ll ever wear it and I doubt Amy would appreciate my hand me down.”
Satoshi only hummed.
“What?” I felt annoyed at him for paying more attention to the dress
“It’s just that, it’s a really nice dress.” Satoshi’s demeanour baffled me. His words seemed heavy but he delivered with such a goofy expression on his face that I couldn’t take him seriously.
“Whatever, just dispose of it by the time I get back.”
I left him to go to the washroom to clean my face properly. Even that make-up remover smelt weird and girly. I came back to find Satoshi holding the door open for me and the dress neatly folded in a corner of the room.
Baka.
We headed to Shibuya next to where Satoshi believed was the planner’s office.
An odd sense of déjà vu overcame me. I can swear I saw that house before. In fact I might have seen many of these houses before. I followed Satoshi as he checked the addresses as we walked by the houses.
I was positive this was a residential area why would there be a planner’s office here? But as we walked past the largest, most spectacular and the most familiar looking house I realized that the much smaller house right beside it was actually turned into an office.
We trudged in feeling slightly out of place. Something requiring an office like this, in an area like this must be costing a fortune. What am I doing here playing along with this?
Money T__T
How can I ditch my first love for Satoshi?
But when Satoshi took my hand I realized I ditched practically everything and would ditch almost anything for him.
I sighed.
What’s with the hand holding? Satoshi’s been acting weird all the way we’ve been walking together.
A lady at the reception told us to wait while she checked if “Sir” was in.
Sir?
Oh great. Gay wedding planner for gay wedding. Perfect.
Just like Mina to think of something like this.
On retrospect he might not be gay. He just might like planning weddings and be straight.
Yeah right.
Chuckling at my own internal joke and earning a strange look from both the reception lady and Satoshi we were ushered into a large room filled with general wedding looking stuff.
Books, frills, laces, clothes, tables, chairs, teas and cakes and oh melon bread.
I picked it up and startled nibbling on it. I swear I ate this melon bread before.
When the door opened the face that appeared bringing back memories that weren’t very unpleasant but somehow I’d rather not remember.
OH MY FUCKING GOD TOMA!
“YOU! You’re the wedding planner?!”
Toma looked at my face a little closer, realization dawning eventually, “Ah! Kazunari-kun. You’re getting married? And no, I’m not the wedding planner. He is.”
He inclined his head towards the door where I realized another figure was approaching.
My jaw dropped. There he was...the guy I lost my virginity (well sort of) to.
He strode right up to Satoshi and held his hand out, “Matsumoto Jun. How may I help you?”
Matsumoto Jun....so he’s the one who took me to his house as well. I have no idea why I didn’t connect the dots before.
Satoshi bowed before taking his hand, “Ohno Satoshi.”
Matsumoto Jun turned to me with a positively evil looking smirk, “And you?”
“Ninomiya Kazunari.” I took his hand and his hold lingered longer than normal handshake protocol.
Oh he knew, he so knew who I was.
I kind of felt intense hatred towards him.
We fucked one night and he took me home another.
His all-knowing smirk annoyed me. Felt like he was blackmailing me with some huge secret of mine.
Problem was, sleeping with him was a secret. Satoshi must not know I’m into guys in any way. So he could blackmail me if he wanted. I didn’t know what I could give him for him to blackmail me but just so that he had the power annoyed me to great lengths
“So Kazunari-kun would you like to discuss the colours?” His smooth voice shook me out of my reverie.
I nodded not even sure what he meant hoping that Mina had done some of the work before hand.
Turns out she had. Matsumoto-san (Is it okay to call him so formally? I mean you know...) brought out the choices of snacks, drapes and flowers that Mina had short listed.
I chose anything that wasn’t pink. Personally I like pink but I hate how it’s typically stereotyped to feminism so that it makes hard for males to like it.
The wedding hall was starting to look all blue and yellow.
Matsumoto-san started frowning, “You know that’s a very odd colour combination. Are you sure you wouldn’t want white with blue?”
“Umm..okay if you suggest that.”
Matsumoto sighed out of relief and wrote everything down.
We sampled cakes and snacks next. I was hoping to select all that was cheapest but they were all expensive. Go figure. We ended up making our choices on the degree of Satoshi widening his eyes upon eating a portion of each dish.
It ended up taking a few hours and Satoshi by then seemed awfully tired and ready to rush out. So when Matsumoto chimed out “That’s it for today.” He did, leaving me to sign the agreements to the things ordered and the contract.
“You know Kazunari-kun.” Matsumoto started taking my hand, “You’re the last person I would expect in here.”
I knew it. I knew he would bring up what happened between us if not necessarily hit on me.
Turns out he did both.
His hand slid not so innocently into my back pocket, “Call me if you need anything.”
I felt the slightest of squeeze before he let go throwing me a sweet smile.
“Aren’t there any professional barriers that prohibit this kind of thing?”
Matsumoto chuckled and alarmingly his hands closed around my waist as he pulled me closer.
Oh crap! Why did I have to be SO small?
“There would be but it’s just a part time job” I started when he placed a chaste kiss across my lips. I jerked my head to the side in alarm. Damn. I went on for too long without getting laid and playing too much tease with Satoshi. So long in fact I couldn’t muster up ill feeling towards what he was doing.
“And you’re not really getting married.” Before I could deny it he kissed me again. It was shameless how little I minded to being fondled with like this. Maybe it was the whole sort of virginity losing thing.
Matsumoto was pulling me closer and closer. Really what’s with this guy? We’re paying him to plan a wedding and he’s fooling around with the bride...uh...one of the partners.
That’s when I caught the look of utter discomfort on Toma’s face and thank God for Toma’s pained expression that I caught my actions and pushed Jun (Great now we’re on first name basis) away.
Really he was defiling the wife...uh...one partner and doing it in front of his assistant/housekeeper. How unmindful and neglectful towards Toma. It’s almost like Jun purposefully ignored the guy’s presence.
I walked out quickly, close to breaking into running and I heard Jun chuckle as I closed the door behind me hastily. I found Satoshi sitting down at one of the cushioned couches we were sitting at while waiting.
“Let’s go.” I muttered and rushed out the door trusting Satoshi to follow. I could feel Satoshi’s curious gaze on the back of my head. It’s almost like he knew what I was doing in there. I hoped it was just my imagination as we walked quickly to the train station to catch one back home...Satoshi’s home I amended quickly.
Because Jun was right. We’re not really getting married.
His words weighed down on me like a tonne of brickes.The thought settled with a dull thud on my head.
I was successful in avoiding Satoshi on the crowded train but wasn’t as lucky as we walked to his home together. What was happening to my life? I was getting married to my best friend who isn’t in love with me but just wants to show his mother how his girlfriend was a better choice. As revenge I was fooling around with the wedding planner.
Just great.
The house loomed up in the distance and I’ve never been this glad to being home. Distance from Satoshi finally. I can’t think with him this close.
Wait a minute...why is he so close?
I realized that somewhere during the long, frustrated internal monologue Satoshi had pulled me into an alleyway and was pushing me against a dirty wall.
“I’m sorry Kazu but I just can’t get the thought out of my head.”
“What are you-
Silenced with lips I’ve yearned for more than half my life.
I melted right into the gentle press of lips and pressed back adding my own two pence, arms sliding readily around a neck I’ve fantasized for so long it almost seemed practiced.
This gently cautious yet suspiciously possessive hold, this slow movement, this tilt of our heads, the slide of our hands around each other, pulling closer and closer, deepening the kiss almost desperately moving our lips against each other.
Except for the dark, dirty alley way this moment seemed like one right out of my fantasies and it stole my breath. Despite the elementary level of the contact it still fucking stole my breath away.
Oh Satoshi if only you knew what you do to me.
Satoshi broke it off with a startled groan, pressed his face into my neck for just one moment. A moment in which he held me so tight he pushed all the air out of my lungs.
Then just as suddenly his hold loosened as he retracted abruptly, the air rushed back into my lungs, the sticky feeling of Satoshi wrapped around me gone so quickly I started to wonder if I’ve imagined it. And he ran, literally ran to his house leaving me panting in that dirty alley all alone.
**A/N: Ah it's almost nearing the end. I'll realized as I'm building up the final chaotic situation that I'll really miss this. Hope I didn't make it boring T___T. Around 4 chapters left and maybe an epilogue.
Thank You Everyone For Supporting me So Far. I appreciate anyone who spends time reading my fics but those of you who leave me an encouraging words are amazing at another level and really keep me going. I'm grateful Minna :D