Oneshot - NiSho - yay.
Title: Thief
Author: me. aka. Onee~sama. xD
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: NiSho
Summary: Nino plays video games.
Disclaimer: Uh huh. You know,...come on. YOU know. yeah, you.
Notes: I harassed two people for this. xD Armay && Dii~sama. arigatou!
Thief
Nino smashed the buttons frantically. Click, crack, bang, ting. All sorts of sounds flew out of the TV. His fingers slamming down on the pad, hastily and louder with each passing second. It was quite disturbing (not to mention rude) for Sho who was trying to sleep peacefully. It was 3 am afterall, and they did have a concert to practice for the next day.
But of course, Nino didn't worry about those things often. Or at all.
Sho grumbled, shoving his head underneath his three pillows, trying to block out the neverending screeches and crashes of Nino's racing game. He certainly wasn't happy that he lost the JanKen game they had earlier.
(They had played rock-paper-scissors to see who would sleep in a room with Nino. Ohno being too tired to move from Jun's room, should have been the usual victim. But they felt sorry for him so Aiba and Sho played. We know now the result of that game.)
Sho thought that maybe he could sweet talk Aiba into exchanging with him. Why did Aiba get to have a room all to himself? It just wasn't fair or logical.
(Aiba had packed the least things, made the least noise, slept the least. It was like he had this giant, empty place for nothing. He didn't use it practically.)
He sighed loudly, trying to hint Nino of the annoyance that was pounding inside his head. The headache slowly piercing it's way through, digging into his mind, like a constant slap to the same spot on his head. He growled once more.
Nino got up. Not because of the growling, not because of the sighing, not at all because of Sho. He needed to use the bathroom. Badly.
(It had to be pressing because he hadn't unglued from the screen for a good 10 hours that day. Thank god Sho went shopping with Jun, he thought. Although, shopping with Jun was like going out with a very picky designer that never buys anything. It would have been that much more unbearable staying in the room with an uninterested Nino.)
But onto more interesting things.
Nino returned from the toilet, shaking his dampened hands. He looked at the screen, it was still paused. But, (and this is when the high pitched scream was let out to be heard by all of Arashi and the neighbors) his controller was missing. It just wasn't attached.
He stared at his console. TV, game console, no controller. Where the hell did it go? He turned to Sho, who seemed to have not budged an inch, still laying underneath the stack of pillows.
"Sho. You wouldn't happen to know where my game pad is, would you?"
It wasn't so much a question as it was a threat. It meant something more like If you have my pad, I'm going to get it from you and whack you with it. Sho could feel the tension in Nino's voice.
He cleared his throat and almost mumbled the reply.
"Yes I do, but it's in my pants and I'm not giving it back."
Nino sighed. And in a flash, there he was - standing above Sho - on the bed. Ready to pounce, wrestle, bite, scratch. Anything that needed to be done for him to get it back really. He was ready to do whatever it took to continue his race.
Sho felt Nino's weight on the bed, but had no idea of the expression in his eyes. It was glimmering with anger, determination and irritation. He was prepared to tear Sho apart.
He let himself fall onto Sho, his legs spread around Sho's waist. Sho shouted out, swatting above him, still hidden under the pillows. Nino snarled at Sho, grabbing at random parts of his body, searching for the controller he was missing.
Sho wouldn't admit it then, but it was quite an exciting experience. Nino's nails, (influenced by Ohno), digging into his skin, pulling at it gently, searching for something more. Every little sound accompanied a new touch to Sho's body. A new feeling he wished he didn't enjoy.
Sho pushed Nino off of him. And unconsciously sat himself on Nino's stomach. Nino noticed a strange shape at the front of Sho's pants, one that was never there and didn't seem natural. He pulled at it.
"Give me my --- OMG that's not my pad!"
Sho smirked and sat down harder on Nino's stomach. Grabbing at his waist, trying to tickle him like he had done to Sho a little sooner. Nino's eyes closed tightly, trying to remove these images from his mind. The feeling of grabbing Sho's cock and pulling by accident.
Situations appeared in his mind instead. Sho pushing him into a wall, being as rough as he wanted. Sho biting at his skin, scratching his fingers lower and lower. Sho licking his lips and undressing for Nino. Sho wet and dripping on top of him. Sho consuming his thoughts, his body. Sho and only Sho.
Nino wouldn't dare say these things, he fought them off instead. Trying to think of anything else. Old ladies flashing him, pigeons having sex, a dog shitting on his balcony, losing his video game. None of it worked, even the ones concerning his precious video games.
It was getting harder to ignore when Sho leaned closer, pressing his aroused member to Nino's stomach, whispering into his ear. Those words sounded playful and yet, inviting to someone like Nino.
"Try again. Better luck next time."
He gasped, Sho had squeezed at his waist while licking at his collarbone. Nino had to go, had to leave, had to fight these urges. This was Sho, that was his hand trailing flirtatiously over his body. This was Nino, feeling tingling from the rush of blood to his hardening length.
He slipped from under Sho and ran down the hall to Ohno and Jun's room.
It was unexpected to say the least.
Jun, slowly stripping Ohno of his clothes as he slept peacefully, not noticing a thing. Jun, his eyes wide with hunger and excitement hardly heard Nino barge in. Nino quietly backed out and ran back down the hall.
Past his room, down to Aiba's. He was in the shower.
Nino screamed for him to come out. So he did, soapy, wet and nude. Him coming out without a towel was the worst part. His eyes gentle and calm. As though he hadn't just showed an intimate part of himself to his band member. He stood, waiting for Nino to continue his shouting.
Nino was rendered speechless.
No one had any shame, what was going on?
He decided, if this was how it was going to be, he was better off in the same room as his console. Sho waited, laying on the bed. Just waiting. Nino made a deal with Sho, pushing the door closed for some privacy.
~~~~~~~~~~
Two hours later, he was back on his racing game. Sho had drifted off into dreamland, snoring peacefully. Nino grinned, knowing he did something right.
He and Sho were both satisfied now. Nino back on his game, Sho finally getting to sleep.
~END~
EPILOGUE
Aiba, Jun and Ohno excitedly knocked at his door. As each of them got in, they stole a different piece from his console.
Ohno getting the least far, trying to escape with his television.
Sho couldn't keep a secret if his life depended on it.
Honestly.
~END~
Later.
Author: me. aka. Onee~sama. xD
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: NiSho
Summary: Nino plays video games.
Disclaimer: Uh huh. You know,...come on. YOU know. yeah, you.
Notes: I harassed two people for this. xD Armay && Dii~sama. arigatou!
Thief
Nino smashed the buttons frantically. Click, crack, bang, ting. All sorts of sounds flew out of the TV. His fingers slamming down on the pad, hastily and louder with each passing second. It was quite disturbing (not to mention rude) for Sho who was trying to sleep peacefully. It was 3 am afterall, and they did have a concert to practice for the next day.
But of course, Nino didn't worry about those things often. Or at all.
Sho grumbled, shoving his head underneath his three pillows, trying to block out the neverending screeches and crashes of Nino's racing game. He certainly wasn't happy that he lost the JanKen game they had earlier.
(They had played rock-paper-scissors to see who would sleep in a room with Nino. Ohno being too tired to move from Jun's room, should have been the usual victim. But they felt sorry for him so Aiba and Sho played. We know now the result of that game.)
Sho thought that maybe he could sweet talk Aiba into exchanging with him. Why did Aiba get to have a room all to himself? It just wasn't fair or logical.
(Aiba had packed the least things, made the least noise, slept the least. It was like he had this giant, empty place for nothing. He didn't use it practically.)
He sighed loudly, trying to hint Nino of the annoyance that was pounding inside his head. The headache slowly piercing it's way through, digging into his mind, like a constant slap to the same spot on his head. He growled once more.
Nino got up. Not because of the growling, not because of the sighing, not at all because of Sho. He needed to use the bathroom. Badly.
(It had to be pressing because he hadn't unglued from the screen for a good 10 hours that day. Thank god Sho went shopping with Jun, he thought. Although, shopping with Jun was like going out with a very picky designer that never buys anything. It would have been that much more unbearable staying in the room with an uninterested Nino.)
But onto more interesting things.
Nino returned from the toilet, shaking his dampened hands. He looked at the screen, it was still paused. But, (and this is when the high pitched scream was let out to be heard by all of Arashi and the neighbors) his controller was missing. It just wasn't attached.
He stared at his console. TV, game console, no controller. Where the hell did it go? He turned to Sho, who seemed to have not budged an inch, still laying underneath the stack of pillows.
"Sho. You wouldn't happen to know where my game pad is, would you?"
It wasn't so much a question as it was a threat. It meant something more like If you have my pad, I'm going to get it from you and whack you with it. Sho could feel the tension in Nino's voice.
He cleared his throat and almost mumbled the reply.
"Yes I do, but it's in my pants and I'm not giving it back."
Nino sighed. And in a flash, there he was - standing above Sho - on the bed. Ready to pounce, wrestle, bite, scratch. Anything that needed to be done for him to get it back really. He was ready to do whatever it took to continue his race.
Sho felt Nino's weight on the bed, but had no idea of the expression in his eyes. It was glimmering with anger, determination and irritation. He was prepared to tear Sho apart.
He let himself fall onto Sho, his legs spread around Sho's waist. Sho shouted out, swatting above him, still hidden under the pillows. Nino snarled at Sho, grabbing at random parts of his body, searching for the controller he was missing.
Sho wouldn't admit it then, but it was quite an exciting experience. Nino's nails, (influenced by Ohno), digging into his skin, pulling at it gently, searching for something more. Every little sound accompanied a new touch to Sho's body. A new feeling he wished he didn't enjoy.
Sho pushed Nino off of him. And unconsciously sat himself on Nino's stomach. Nino noticed a strange shape at the front of Sho's pants, one that was never there and didn't seem natural. He pulled at it.
"Give me my --- OMG that's not my pad!"
Sho smirked and sat down harder on Nino's stomach. Grabbing at his waist, trying to tickle him like he had done to Sho a little sooner. Nino's eyes closed tightly, trying to remove these images from his mind. The feeling of grabbing Sho's cock and pulling by accident.
Situations appeared in his mind instead. Sho pushing him into a wall, being as rough as he wanted. Sho biting at his skin, scratching his fingers lower and lower. Sho licking his lips and undressing for Nino. Sho wet and dripping on top of him. Sho consuming his thoughts, his body. Sho and only Sho.
Nino wouldn't dare say these things, he fought them off instead. Trying to think of anything else. Old ladies flashing him, pigeons having sex, a dog shitting on his balcony, losing his video game. None of it worked, even the ones concerning his precious video games.
It was getting harder to ignore when Sho leaned closer, pressing his aroused member to Nino's stomach, whispering into his ear. Those words sounded playful and yet, inviting to someone like Nino.
"Try again. Better luck next time."
He gasped, Sho had squeezed at his waist while licking at his collarbone. Nino had to go, had to leave, had to fight these urges. This was Sho, that was his hand trailing flirtatiously over his body. This was Nino, feeling tingling from the rush of blood to his hardening length.
He slipped from under Sho and ran down the hall to Ohno and Jun's room.
It was unexpected to say the least.
Jun, slowly stripping Ohno of his clothes as he slept peacefully, not noticing a thing. Jun, his eyes wide with hunger and excitement hardly heard Nino barge in. Nino quietly backed out and ran back down the hall.
Past his room, down to Aiba's. He was in the shower.
Nino screamed for him to come out. So he did, soapy, wet and nude. Him coming out without a towel was the worst part. His eyes gentle and calm. As though he hadn't just showed an intimate part of himself to his band member. He stood, waiting for Nino to continue his shouting.
Nino was rendered speechless.
No one had any shame, what was going on?
He decided, if this was how it was going to be, he was better off in the same room as his console. Sho waited, laying on the bed. Just waiting. Nino made a deal with Sho, pushing the door closed for some privacy.
~~~~~~~~~~
Two hours later, he was back on his racing game. Sho had drifted off into dreamland, snoring peacefully. Nino grinned, knowing he did something right.
He and Sho were both satisfied now. Nino back on his game, Sho finally getting to sleep.
~END~
EPILOGUE
Aiba, Jun and Ohno excitedly knocked at his door. As each of them got in, they stole a different piece from his console.
Ohno getting the least far, trying to escape with his television.
Sho couldn't keep a secret if his life depended on it.
Honestly.
~END~
Later.