[038] This Ain't A Dollhouse - Arashi (Sho/Ohno)
Title: This Ain't a Dollhouse
Group: Arashi
Pairing/Genre: Sho/Ohno (mentions of various intra-Arashi pairings); porn
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Word Count: 5500
Summary: Sho had to admit that some small part of him had been disappointed that he hadn't gotten the chance to sleep with Ohno.
Notes: For meela2389 at je_fqfest. :) I've not written Yama like this before, but ohhhh it was a joy to write. 8D This is pretty shamelessly smut. I apologize for nothing. :D Thanks, as always, to my lovely betas Anie & Jen for taking care of me at the last minute. ♥
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The first time they fucked, it was almost an accident.
Sho could probably tell you the exact date and time it happened, if pressed, but Ohno just remembered they were drunk. (As these kinds of things tend to be prefaced by alcohol, this was no surprise to anyone.)
The lights of the set had been blindingly hot that day, adding to the unbearable wave of humidity summer brought with it earlier in the week. Sho's shirt was sticky and damp with perspiration when Aiba, spirits undampened by the weather, suggested they all get a drink. Sho licked his lips, thought lustfully of the icy beer and quickly agreed.
It didn't take long for the five of them to be squished side-by-side in the small booth of their regular bar. It was a discreet little place not far from the studio they'd been frequenting for years. Sho took his usual place between Jun and Ohno on one side of the booth, Aiba and Nino pressed up against each other and giggling conspiratorially on the opposite bench. Three, then four, then five beers made the rounds at their table. Sho felt something niggling at the back of his mind, some fact from health class about dehydration and the speed at which one becomes intoxicated that he had clearly forgotten.
It was only after Aiba and Nino were practically making out in public, Jun dragging them off to find a cab for the three of them, that Sho realized perhaps they should have had more water throughout the day. Ohno leaned heavily against Sho's side, making little wuffing noises through his nose. Shaking his shoulder, Sho tried to rouse Ohno from his near-nap.
"Come on, Captain," he murmured, helping Ohno from the bench. "I'll take you home."
"Mmm," Ohno hummed. "I like when Sho-chan takes care of me."
Ohno smiled, that close-lipped angelic grin he was so prone to making, and Sho felt a turn in his stomach. As he swayed in place, Sho realized that perhaps he shouldn't have had quite so much beer. And that maybe he wasn't the most qualified to take care of drunk people, given the status of his beer-addled brain. He turned to look at Ohno and, satisfied there was only one of him, hooked an arm around Ohno's shoulders and led him from the bar.
Sho poured them into a taxi, directing the driver to his apartment, and let Ohno snuggle up against his side. Arashi's leader had a propensity for drunken snuggling, this Sho knew well. Usually he chose Aiba for his drunken cuddling, though lately, Sho thought Jun was in Ohno's favor. He shrugged mentally and smiled. Tonight was Sho's night with his best friend; even if he was horribly drunk, snoring lightly, and drooling on Sho's shoulder.
When asked later, Sho would have no recollection of how much they paid for the cab, how they got into his apartment or whether or not Ohno actually woke up at any point in the night. What he would remember was the way Ohno's hair was soft against the underside of his chin, the way those strong, thin arms wrapped around Sho's middle, and how much he never wanted that cab ride to end.
They did, however, make it back to Sho's apartment, stumbling into the genkan and sloppily kicking off their shoes. Sho shoved Ohno in the direction of his bedroom before heading to the kitchen for a few bottles of water.
"Just sleep in my bed tonight, Satoshi," he said loudly, taking a long drink. "I don't have the energy for the spare futon."
A grunted reply was all Sho got, but he supposed that was confirmation enough. Flipping off lights on his way, Sho stopped in the bathroom to relieve himself and brush his teeth before finding his way to the bedroom. His head still swam with alcohol, but at least he was able to walk a straight line, he reasoned.
What he wasn't prepared for, however, was a naked Ohno facedown in his bed, tan lines visible just above his buttocks.
"Oh-chan," he said, alarmed.
"Hm?"
"You're naked."
"Hm."
"Oh-chan," Sho repeated. "You're naked in my bed."
Ohno turned his head and scowled. "If you're so annoyed by it, then get naked and get in here, too. Jeez."
It wasn't that Sho hadn't seen Ohno naked before. They'd been a group for years - he'd seen all of the members in various states of undress. Sho was more surprised by the reaction his body was having to this particular time.
He pushed away that thought and shrugged. They'd shared a bed together before. Hell, they'd jerked off in the same room before. Sleeping naked next to Ohno wouldn't be a conflict of interests at all.
Sho quickly stripped and slid under the blankets, handing Ohno the extra bottle of water and placing his own on the nightstand before clicking off the light. He was sure Ohno had fallen back to sleep when he felt the covers being lifted as Ohno slid under them.
"Good night," Sho whispered, turning on his side to stare at his alarm clock. The red numbers glared a bright 3:15 at him. He was glad they had the next day off. Getting up in 2 hours would not be pleasant for anyone.
Ohno shuffled around on the bed for a moment before finally settling. And then he moved again. And again. It took a moment before Sho realized Ohno was creeping toward him. A long arm snaked around Sho's middle and he froze. Ohno tugged Sho close, his cock soft against the back of Sho's thighs, his nose in Sho's hair.
"Wanna snuggle," he mumbled, lips just brushing the nape of Sho's neck.
Sho nodded, not daring to speak. Naked snuggling was new. His body was suddenly alight with feeling, every nerve ending awake, the haze of alcohol pushed away. Ohno's lips moved against Sho's nape softly, his long fingers drawing circles on Sho's stomach. Sho half-turned in Ohno's embrace to look at him in the dark.
"Satoshi," he whispered, unsure of what to follow that with.
"Shh," Ohno replied. He moved the hand on Sho's stomach to his hip, turning Sho to face him fully on his side. His fingers never stopped moving against Sho's skin. Something about that was comforting in all the excitement of what might come next.
Sho took a leap of faith and scooted closer, his cock bumping against Ohno's thigh. Ohno groaned quietly before moving closer himself, his own erection sliding against Sho's. They groaned in unison at the light friction.
"Sho," Ohno murmured, his normally smooth voice rough with desire. "Can I touch you?"
"Please," Sho croaked. His cock ached with want as Ohno leaned forward to catch his lips in a light kiss. Their mouths moved together for a moment before he finally felt Ohno's fingers around him. Sho's breath caught in his throat as he rocked into Ohno's grip. Ohno wrapped his hand around both of them, tightening the grip as they moved their hips in unison. Sho broke the kiss, but didn't move away, gasping lightly into Ohno's mouth. Moving his hand to Sho's hip, Ohno rocked against him harder. Sho lamented the loss of his grip for a moment before giving in and rolling his hips into Ohno's, enjoying the feel of his soft skin, his firm musculature, his erection sliding against Sho's own.
Neither of them lasted long as they rocked in unison. Ohno lost it first, his whole body shuddering with the effort as he came over Sho's thighs and abdomen with every thrust. For a few seconds everything was slick and hot and wonderful as they continued to roll into each other before Sho finally stilled and came with a groan, his own come painting Ohno's lower half.
They lay there for a few moments, panting, before Ohno lifted a hand to brush the hair from Sho's eyes. Sho leaned in and dropped a soft kiss on his leader's lips before rolling over to grab the previous morning's towel from the floor. For once, Sho was grateful he was a slob. He brushed the terrycloth over them quickly, doing a Spartan job of cleaning before tossing the towel into a corner. Turning back, Sho watched as Ohno's eyes drooped dramatically. Sho smiled and dropped a quick kiss on Ohno's lips.
"Go to sleep, Leader," he whispered. They could deal with the fallout later.
---
Sho certainly found all of his band mates attractive - they made their living on being attractive (and sometimes, very stupid). And it was no secret that he'd made out with all of them at one time or another, Ohno included. Jun had slept with all the members by their third anniversary. Sho himself had been known to be involved with Aiba and Nino's bed sports. Aiba had held onto the thought for years that they were one good alcohol-induced make-out session away from an orgy.
But Ohno had always been untouchable, in some small way, in Sho's mind. He'd never really considered Ohno a sexual being, despite the obvious evidence to the contrary. Ohno had been exclusively sleeping with women for years, though. Nino liked to joke that it was all Jun's fault - that he was enough to turn any gay man straight. But Ohno just claimed to prefer boobs to the hardness of a man's chest. Sho had to admit that some small part of him had been disappointed that he hadn't gotten the chance to sleep with Ohno.
Now having tasted the forbidden fruit, Sho had to admit he was feeling pretty good about himself. It wasn't like they were an item or anything, though. Arashi had a very loose policy on intra-group relations. So it didn't bother him, not a lot, really, when he heard about Ohno and Jun hooking up later in the week.
And it didn't bother him that much when he caught Aiba licking Ohno's neck in the closet during break one day.
And, okay, maybe it bothered him a little when Nino bragged about sucking Ohno's cock for an hour without getting lockjaw, but hey. It was all about the group love, right?
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Neither of them says anything about the night in Sho's apartment. Sho takes that as a sign that it was just a one-shot thing. He'd filled up his Arashi dance-card, had a perfect bingo. From what he'd heard, Ohno only had a few spots left on his Johnny's card before a full blackout. Sho tried not to be jealous about that.
They'd just arrived in Hokkaido the day before the first concert of their summer tour. It had been years since they'd started getting their own rooms while on tour, something Sho was thankful for. Aiba tended to be a helluva snorer and Nino was a bed hog. Jun was arguably the best roommate, despite his propensity for staying up late going over the set list over and over and over again. Ohno mostly kept to himself.
Sho had just settled in to his room, stretched out across his bed and flicking through the channels on the TV when he heard a scratching at the door joining his room to Ohno's. He frowned and got up to open it, finding Ohno looking rather puppy-like on the other side.
"I was lonely," he mumbled, stepping past Sho and settling on one side of the giant king bed.
Sho sighed and joined him on the other side, leaving the connecting door open. Ohno was flicking through the channels on the TV rapidly, apparently searching for something specific. Sho turned to look at him inquisitively, but his question was answered before it was asked. A low, breathy moan floated across the room from the television and Ohno dropped the remote, smiling a bit wickedly.
Sho raised one eyebrow, but didn't say a word, choosing to turn and watch the woman on screen get eaten out by her male counterpart. It took a lot less time to get hard than Sho would admit to, if asked. He was nearing 30 and even that didn't keep his libido from being in full force. There was movement in the corner of his eye and Sho looked over to catch Ohno unzipping his pants and tugging out his own erection.
They'd masturbated together before, this was nothing new. Usually on tour and almost always to the same kind of porn. It was always done with the silent understanding that one did not look at his band mate's junk as he touched himself. Like how you don't check out other guys in the bathroom.
Sho blushed deeply as Ohno glanced up, catching him watching. Ohno just smiled that dangerous smile and Sho knew he was in trouble. Ohno scooted the short distance across the bed to Sho's side, running one hand down Sho's thigh, then back up again to his zipper, their eyes never breaking contact. Sho's breath halted in his chest as Ohno's fingers played across his waistband. Ohno paused, as if asking permission, before diving in and popping the button on Sho's pants. Sho groaned, deep and guttural, breaking the tension between them as Ohno's fingers encircled Sho's erection and drew it from his boxers. He turned his attention back to the screen and stroked Sho slowly, methodically, twisting a bit at the end and sliding his fingers across the tip. Sho was so engrossed in how smooth Ohno was with his left hand (Nino being ambidextrous had come in handy on more than one occasion) that he barely registered Ohno wasn't touching himself.
Never wanting it to be said that Sho was an ungrateful bed partner, he slid his right hand under Ohno's arm and grasped his erection firmly. Ohno turned his head slowly to meet Sho's eyes, his own alight with passion usually reserved for a really excellent solo or 3 day long fishing trips. They watched each other for a moment in silence before turning back to the TV where the woman was now being pounded hard and fast, her breasts bouncing in time. They stroked in unison - as Ohno's hand went up, so did Sho's; when Sho squeezed lightly at the tip, Ohno would do the same the next stroke up. Sho felt Ohno tense and the sensation sent him over the edge, Ohno half a beat behind. They shuddered as one, both of them still stroking the other and moaning quietly, eyes half closed.
Ohno got up and shuffled to the bathroom, coming back with a warm washcloth, his cock still hanging out of his pants. He wiped Sho down tenderly, grabbing his soiled hand and swiping the cloth between each finger. Ohno moved to leave the room, but Sho wrapped his fingers around Ohno's slim wrist. Turning slightly, Ohno looked down at Sho curiously.
"Stay," Sho whispered, not sure he trusted his voice to go any higher.
Ohno simply nodded and got undressed as Sho clicked off the TV and stripped down to his boxers.
He wondered if anyone else ever got night-time Satoshi snuggles.
---
Sho loved his gig with News Zero, but the hours were killer on his body. Having long ago become accustomed to sleeping roughly five hours a night at best, Sho was no stranger to long days and short nights, but something about having to be on for those extra few hours on Mondays was just exhausting.
Clicking the door open to his apartment, he called a quiet "I'm home" before kicking off his shoes and shuffling into the living room. It wasn't exactly rare for any of the members to be hanging out at Sho's apartment on any given day (he really did have the best view of any of them), but to find one of them in nothing but their boxers on his couch wasn't what one might call a common sight.
"Welcome home," Ohno replied, turning away from the TV and smiling up at Sho, his eyes and nose crinkling in unison. If he hadn't had his hand down his pants, Sho might think it was a rather cute expression.
"Satoshi, what are you doing here?" Sho asked with a sigh, flopping down in a chair next to the couch.
"Watching you on News Zero," came the quiet reply.
"With your hand down your pants?" Sho's eyebrows rose even further.
"I like watching you talk."
Sho's cock twitched in his pants at the thought of Ohno sitting on his couch, touching himself and watching Sho read the news. Sho hadn't really found economics or national disasters particularly sexy, but Ohno had proven more than anything that he was really an odd duck sometimes.
"Oh really?" he asked, moving to loosen his tie as Ohno's hand slowly started moving within his boxers.
"I love your mouth," Ohno said frankly. Something about the simplicity of his statements always shook Sho. No one he'd ever met was so comfortable with themselves that they just said exactly what they were thinking.
Sho chuckled and leaned back in the chair, shifting to give his own burgeoning erection a bit more room in his pants.
"I have been told I have excellent 'dick sucking lips,'" he confessed, still laughing at the thought.
"Prove it," Ohno replied, his face serious.
Sho's eyes shot up to meet Ohno's and his breath caught in his throat. Ohno's face was so open, so honest. Sho couldn't imagine anyone else on the planet being this real and true about what they wanted.
Sliding out of the chair slowly, Sho crawled the short distance and settled between Ohno's legs. He began to shrug off his suit jacket, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him short.
"Leave it on," Ohno whispered. His eyes were ablaze with passion, his voice deep and aching with need.
"As you wish," Sho replied, leaving his tie loose around his neck. With both hands, he reached forward and tugged at Ohno's boxers until they were a puddle on the floor, revealing his cock, hard and already beaded with precome. Sho had to admit Ohno really did have a lovely dick. He was going to enjoy this.
Sho slowly pried Ohno's hand off his own cock, finger by finger, before linking their hands and holding them in place. He leaned in to lap at the beads of moisture gathering on the tip and moaned a little, deep in his throat. It had been entirely too long since his last blowjob. And Sho loved going down on guys - the scent of pure maleness filtering through his senses, the complete control he had over another man, the unique taste of come as it filled his mouth, shooting down his throat. There was nothing about blowjobs Sho didn't enjoy.
Ohno gasped lightly as Sho took him in inch by inch, his tongue circling the head again and again. Ohno threw back his head against the couch and moaned. Reaching down with his free hand, Sho undid the front of his pants and pulled out his own erection. God, what about Ohno made him so hard so fucking fast? Sho felt like a teenager with his first fuck every time he touched Ohno and it was exhilarating. Stroking himself slowly, Sho continued to work his way down Ohno's cock. He was big - one of the biggest in the company, a fact Nagase himself had confirmed - but Sho was determined to take it all.
"You have such a fucking pretty mouth," Ohno whispered, tossing his head back and forth, his hips twitching wildly with the desire to thrust. "You should do this for a goddamn living. Just suck cock all the fucking time."
Sho moaned quietly and smiled as Ohno shook at the sensation. Ohno's free hand threaded its way through Sho's hair, tugging lightly and Sho moaned again, louder this time. His own hand flew across his cock as he took Ohno in further. Finally, after what seemed like ages, the tip of Ohno bumped up against the back of Sho's throat, Sho's nose in the curly nest at the base. Sho hummed purposefully this time and delighted in the gasp Ohno issued as the folds of Sho's throat fluttered around the tip of Ohno's cock. There was a trick he picked up from Nino. Ohno's hands tightened in Sho's hair fractionally, but just enough to let Sho know he wasn't going to last long. Pulling back slowly, Sho resumed his tongue-play of Ohno's cock, sliding up the vein on the back side, then around the tip before heading back down.
Sho sucked him slow and hard, making sure every inch of Ohno's dick was fully and completely covered and loved.
"So fucking good," Ohno chanted over and over, his head thrashing from side to side. His hips canted up fractionally. Sho's hand continued to move across his own cock quickly. He looked up at Ohno through his eyelashes and hummed again as he reached the base, sending Ohno over the edge. Sho continued lapping hungrily at Ohno's cock as he shuddered through his orgasm. All Sho knew for a moment was hot and salty and Ohno and oh god before finally, he came a few steps behind him, spilling all over his suit pants.
Sho pulled off Ohno with a quiet popping sound and laid his head against Ohno's smooth thigh. The hand in Sho's hair continued to stroke him like a puppy, long fingers massaging his scalp. They were both sticky and gross and Sho really needed to toss that suit in the wash, but the dry cleaning bill would be worth the quiet moment, in the end.
---
Somewhere along the way, Sho realized he wanted more. More than just fucking on his couch, more than just being Ohno's backup to his backup. He wanted fewer flirty kisses from Aiba and more quiet moments with Ohno.
He just wasn't sure how to get what he wanted.
Or even if he could have it.
---
Sho had never been one for toys in the bedroom. He preferred his bed sports to be very straightforward - at most, a tie or belt had been in his employ, but most of the time, Sho preferred the focus of fucking to be the fucking.
Ohno, on the other hand, loved toys. Handcuffs, cockrings, vibrating dildos - he had a rather impressive collection, to be sure. As with most things, Sho blamed Aiba for that. He'd started it, giving Ohno his very first vibrator for his 25th birthday.
It had taken some compromising, but eventually they came to a conclusion that benefitted everyone, in the end.
Sho shifted in his spot on the chair, the plug moving within him just enough to make him gasp. He'd have to remember not to do that. Or to do it many more times, maybe. It was small and smooth, made of a hard rubber with just enough give to not be completely uncomfortable. Ohno's eyes had lighted up earlier when Sho had agreed to inserting it, inflicting himself with the sweet torture as they nakedly watched a movie from opposite sides of the room. Ohno watched him hungrily as Sho twitched, barely containing a moan. Finally deciding he'd had enough, Ohno stood and stalked to the other side of the room, flicking off the TV in the process. Holding out a hand to Sho, he raised one eyebrow and cocked his head toward the bedroom.
Sho could feel the sweat break out across his brow as he stood, the plug just barely brushing that place within him that made him shudder. No, it was too early in the night to be coming already. Ohno held his elbow carefully as Sho slowly made his way to the bedroom, collapsing gratefully on his bed with a sigh, his whole body shaking with exertion. Ohno quickly knelt between his legs and grasped the end of the plug, tugging on it lightly until Sho's body gave, releasing it little by little. Ohno had once said the sight of the plug disappearing and reappearing in Sho was one of the most beautiful and poetic things he'd ever seen. Sho decided to take that as a compliment.
The plug served a more practical purpose in Sho's eyes. He'd learned the hard way that fingers didn't quite prepare him for Ohno's cock the way they should. (Though that had hardly stopped Ohno from using those beautiful fingers to fuck Sho over and over until he cried with relief as his orgasm ripped through him. Sho quickly discovered just how sadistic Ohno could be in the bedroom.) The plug, well-lubricated and kept in for a good long while, loosened Sho up enough to take Ohno's length with minimum pain. And, he had to admit, it felt really fucking good.
Sho gasped loudly as the plug slid fully from his body, his legs shaking with the strain of not coming.
"Please, Satoshi," he whispered, his voice raw from containing the shouts of pleasure. "Please please please."
Ohno slid up Sho's body, hooking one arm under Sho's leg and kissing him soundly, nipping at Sho's full bottom lip. Sho felt Ohno's erection against his opening and tried to relax. Tensing up would only make it worse.
"Look at me," Ohno said softly, his free hand stroking the side of Sho's face.
Sho forced his eyes open and looked up, meeting Ohno's gaze. What he saw there surprised him - the affection and sweetness Ohno usually reserved for when his band mates were being stupid or especially cute was there. But behind that, deep in the dark pools of Ohno's eyes lay something Sho couldn't quite put a finger on.
So entranced by Ohno's eyes was Sho that he barely noticed Ohno pushing forward slowly, entering him and rocking lightly. Ohno smiled and brushed their lips together, the kiss almost chaste in its softness. Sho felt his heart soar and wondered if maybe he could be so lucky. Ohno pressed further in and Sho's back arched sharply, the burn and stretch ripping through him in waves. It hurt so good, every time. Sho exhaled and tried to remember to breathe as Ohno rocked shallowly against him. Ohno's hand moved up to card through Sho's hair carefully, almost reverently.
"It's okay," he mumbled, pressing deeper with every thrust, his hand still moving through Sho's hair slowly. "It's okay."
Sho felt himself relax under Ohno's gaze, his loving hands. Sho threaded his fingers through Ohno's downy-soft hair and tugged him down for a kiss, their lips searing each other's skin. It was passion and fire and something else Sho was afraid to admit to.
Sho's orgasm surprised him. Ohno thrusted deep, murmuring Sho's name like a rosary, his lips ghosting across Sho's cheekbones, his fluttering eyelids. Sho shuddered hard and came, hot and sticky between them. Ohno fucked him through his orgasm - three, four, five thrusts and he was gone as well, soaring among the clouds as endorphins flooded his brain.
Ohno pulled out slowly and collapsed next to Sho, dragging him close for more soft, sweet kisses in the dark.
"Sho," he mumbled, his voice sleep-heavy. "I think...."
Sho panted lightly into the night, his body still coming down off the high. "Satoshi?"
Too late, he thought. The hormone rush had already overtaken Ohno. Sho couldn't help but wonder what he was going to say though. With Ohno, who knew?
---
Sho heaved a great breath and closed his eyes, willing himself to focus. It had been almost a week since Ohno had last been in his bed, since they'd last touched each other in something other than a proprietary, friendly way. If he was being completely honest with himself, he missed Ohno. If he was lying to himself (which was more likely), he missed the sex. Sho decided on somewhere in the middle, convincing himself he missed sex with Ohno. Which he did. He just missed everything else about Ohno, too. The small touches, the glances, the way their eyes met just before they came at the same time.
They were on a photoshoot for the day, all five of them at the same time for once. Nino and Aiba had, once again, spent the whole time flirting with the makeup girls (and each other) while Jun did damage control in their wake. Ohno was kind, respectful, every inch the sweet idol people perceived him to be.
Sho's heart hurt at the thought. That wasn't his Ohno. He wanted that Ohno back.
The shoot ended and they dispersed, Ohno heading out one door, the other four toward another. Sho stopped, one foot out the door and changed direction.
"Where are you going?" Aiba asked. Sho cursed his insatiable curiosity.
"I'll be back in a minute," Sho replied, not turning around. "Just go back to the dressing room without me."
"Tell Oh-chan's dick I said I miss it, will you?" Nino shouted as the door slammed shut. Sho scowled and ignored him, following Ohno's path through the opposite door.
Ohno was waiting for him, it seemed, leaning up against a wall in a quiet hallway, not another person in sight. Sho knew what he wanted, what he was expecting - a quick blowjob, maybe some making out at best - but he wasn't about to give Ohno what he wanted this time. For once, Sho was going to get what he wanted.
Ohno's eyes were calm as Sho approached, hands shaking with a combination of nerves and anger.
"Problem, Sho-chan?" Ohno asked serenely.
"Yeah," Sho replied, turning quickly and backing Ohno into the wall. "I've got a big problem. You."
"Me?" Ohno asked, his voice almost too quiet in the silent hallway.
"Yeah, you." Sho took a step forward and placed his hands on either side of Ohno's head against the wall. "You've been driving me nuts for months. You know what I want, Satoshi. Stop messing with me."
Ohno barely batted an eye. "I haven't been messing with you, Sho. We've been fucking, there's a difference."
Sho slid one thigh between Ohno's legs and moved closer, grinding against him softly. "I want you, Satoshi," he murmured, toying with a loose thread on Ohno's shirt sleeve.
Ohno's hips canted up slightly, forcing them to grind against each other for half a second, then back down. Sho groaned quietly at the sensation and leaned forward to reclaim it.
"I want only you," he growled, rolling his hips into Ohno's.
Ohno's breath faltered as his hips rose to meet Sho's, his hands gripping Sho's waist tightly. "O-only me?" he stuttered.
"Only you," Sho replied, punctuating each word with a kiss. He moved his hands to Ohno's hips, pulling him closer as he ground against him, their bodies moving in sync for one blissful moment. The friction was almost too much, Sho thought, as he shuddered and came, half a step before Ohno. They stood in the quiet hallway, panting much too loudly before Ohno started chuckling. Sho looked down at him incredulously, but made no move to step away.
"What?" Sho asked, not sure what about a quickie in the hallway like a couple of teenagers was quite so funny.
"You could have picked a different way to request monogamy from me, Sho," Ohno replied, still giggling. "But this worked, too."
They walked back to the dressing room, both of them needing clean pants before continuing through the rest of their activities for the day. As they entered the dressing room, Sho tried not to be annoyed as Nino fist pumped and failed horribly as Jun pulled out his wallet and handed over 5000 yen to the little bastard.
"I knew it was just a matter of time before you tamed the Wonder Cock, Sho-chan," Nino gloated, waving his bills around gleefully.
"Wait!" Aiba shouted, his face a mask of horror. "Does this mean no orgy?"
Sho looked at Ohno and smiled wickedly, moving to lock the dressing room door as Ohno pulled his shirt over his head.
"No one ever said anything about that."
Group: Arashi
Pairing/Genre: Sho/Ohno (mentions of various intra-Arashi pairings); porn
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Word Count: 5500
Summary: Sho had to admit that some small part of him had been disappointed that he hadn't gotten the chance to sleep with Ohno.
Notes: For meela2389 at je_fqfest. :) I've not written Yama like this before, but ohhhh it was a joy to write. 8D This is pretty shamelessly smut. I apologize for nothing. :D Thanks, as always, to my lovely betas Anie & Jen for taking care of me at the last minute. ♥
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The first time they fucked, it was almost an accident.
Sho could probably tell you the exact date and time it happened, if pressed, but Ohno just remembered they were drunk. (As these kinds of things tend to be prefaced by alcohol, this was no surprise to anyone.)
The lights of the set had been blindingly hot that day, adding to the unbearable wave of humidity summer brought with it earlier in the week. Sho's shirt was sticky and damp with perspiration when Aiba, spirits undampened by the weather, suggested they all get a drink. Sho licked his lips, thought lustfully of the icy beer and quickly agreed.
It didn't take long for the five of them to be squished side-by-side in the small booth of their regular bar. It was a discreet little place not far from the studio they'd been frequenting for years. Sho took his usual place between Jun and Ohno on one side of the booth, Aiba and Nino pressed up against each other and giggling conspiratorially on the opposite bench. Three, then four, then five beers made the rounds at their table. Sho felt something niggling at the back of his mind, some fact from health class about dehydration and the speed at which one becomes intoxicated that he had clearly forgotten.
It was only after Aiba and Nino were practically making out in public, Jun dragging them off to find a cab for the three of them, that Sho realized perhaps they should have had more water throughout the day. Ohno leaned heavily against Sho's side, making little wuffing noises through his nose. Shaking his shoulder, Sho tried to rouse Ohno from his near-nap.
"Come on, Captain," he murmured, helping Ohno from the bench. "I'll take you home."
"Mmm," Ohno hummed. "I like when Sho-chan takes care of me."
Ohno smiled, that close-lipped angelic grin he was so prone to making, and Sho felt a turn in his stomach. As he swayed in place, Sho realized that perhaps he shouldn't have had quite so much beer. And that maybe he wasn't the most qualified to take care of drunk people, given the status of his beer-addled brain. He turned to look at Ohno and, satisfied there was only one of him, hooked an arm around Ohno's shoulders and led him from the bar.
Sho poured them into a taxi, directing the driver to his apartment, and let Ohno snuggle up against his side. Arashi's leader had a propensity for drunken snuggling, this Sho knew well. Usually he chose Aiba for his drunken cuddling, though lately, Sho thought Jun was in Ohno's favor. He shrugged mentally and smiled. Tonight was Sho's night with his best friend; even if he was horribly drunk, snoring lightly, and drooling on Sho's shoulder.
When asked later, Sho would have no recollection of how much they paid for the cab, how they got into his apartment or whether or not Ohno actually woke up at any point in the night. What he would remember was the way Ohno's hair was soft against the underside of his chin, the way those strong, thin arms wrapped around Sho's middle, and how much he never wanted that cab ride to end.
They did, however, make it back to Sho's apartment, stumbling into the genkan and sloppily kicking off their shoes. Sho shoved Ohno in the direction of his bedroom before heading to the kitchen for a few bottles of water.
"Just sleep in my bed tonight, Satoshi," he said loudly, taking a long drink. "I don't have the energy for the spare futon."
A grunted reply was all Sho got, but he supposed that was confirmation enough. Flipping off lights on his way, Sho stopped in the bathroom to relieve himself and brush his teeth before finding his way to the bedroom. His head still swam with alcohol, but at least he was able to walk a straight line, he reasoned.
What he wasn't prepared for, however, was a naked Ohno facedown in his bed, tan lines visible just above his buttocks.
"Oh-chan," he said, alarmed.
"Hm?"
"You're naked."
"Hm."
"Oh-chan," Sho repeated. "You're naked in my bed."
Ohno turned his head and scowled. "If you're so annoyed by it, then get naked and get in here, too. Jeez."
It wasn't that Sho hadn't seen Ohno naked before. They'd been a group for years - he'd seen all of the members in various states of undress. Sho was more surprised by the reaction his body was having to this particular time.
He pushed away that thought and shrugged. They'd shared a bed together before. Hell, they'd jerked off in the same room before. Sleeping naked next to Ohno wouldn't be a conflict of interests at all.
Sho quickly stripped and slid under the blankets, handing Ohno the extra bottle of water and placing his own on the nightstand before clicking off the light. He was sure Ohno had fallen back to sleep when he felt the covers being lifted as Ohno slid under them.
"Good night," Sho whispered, turning on his side to stare at his alarm clock. The red numbers glared a bright 3:15 at him. He was glad they had the next day off. Getting up in 2 hours would not be pleasant for anyone.
Ohno shuffled around on the bed for a moment before finally settling. And then he moved again. And again. It took a moment before Sho realized Ohno was creeping toward him. A long arm snaked around Sho's middle and he froze. Ohno tugged Sho close, his cock soft against the back of Sho's thighs, his nose in Sho's hair.
"Wanna snuggle," he mumbled, lips just brushing the nape of Sho's neck.
Sho nodded, not daring to speak. Naked snuggling was new. His body was suddenly alight with feeling, every nerve ending awake, the haze of alcohol pushed away. Ohno's lips moved against Sho's nape softly, his long fingers drawing circles on Sho's stomach. Sho half-turned in Ohno's embrace to look at him in the dark.
"Satoshi," he whispered, unsure of what to follow that with.
"Shh," Ohno replied. He moved the hand on Sho's stomach to his hip, turning Sho to face him fully on his side. His fingers never stopped moving against Sho's skin. Something about that was comforting in all the excitement of what might come next.
Sho took a leap of faith and scooted closer, his cock bumping against Ohno's thigh. Ohno groaned quietly before moving closer himself, his own erection sliding against Sho's. They groaned in unison at the light friction.
"Sho," Ohno murmured, his normally smooth voice rough with desire. "Can I touch you?"
"Please," Sho croaked. His cock ached with want as Ohno leaned forward to catch his lips in a light kiss. Their mouths moved together for a moment before he finally felt Ohno's fingers around him. Sho's breath caught in his throat as he rocked into Ohno's grip. Ohno wrapped his hand around both of them, tightening the grip as they moved their hips in unison. Sho broke the kiss, but didn't move away, gasping lightly into Ohno's mouth. Moving his hand to Sho's hip, Ohno rocked against him harder. Sho lamented the loss of his grip for a moment before giving in and rolling his hips into Ohno's, enjoying the feel of his soft skin, his firm musculature, his erection sliding against Sho's own.
Neither of them lasted long as they rocked in unison. Ohno lost it first, his whole body shuddering with the effort as he came over Sho's thighs and abdomen with every thrust. For a few seconds everything was slick and hot and wonderful as they continued to roll into each other before Sho finally stilled and came with a groan, his own come painting Ohno's lower half.
They lay there for a few moments, panting, before Ohno lifted a hand to brush the hair from Sho's eyes. Sho leaned in and dropped a soft kiss on his leader's lips before rolling over to grab the previous morning's towel from the floor. For once, Sho was grateful he was a slob. He brushed the terrycloth over them quickly, doing a Spartan job of cleaning before tossing the towel into a corner. Turning back, Sho watched as Ohno's eyes drooped dramatically. Sho smiled and dropped a quick kiss on Ohno's lips.
"Go to sleep, Leader," he whispered. They could deal with the fallout later.
---
Sho certainly found all of his band mates attractive - they made their living on being attractive (and sometimes, very stupid). And it was no secret that he'd made out with all of them at one time or another, Ohno included. Jun had slept with all the members by their third anniversary. Sho himself had been known to be involved with Aiba and Nino's bed sports. Aiba had held onto the thought for years that they were one good alcohol-induced make-out session away from an orgy.
But Ohno had always been untouchable, in some small way, in Sho's mind. He'd never really considered Ohno a sexual being, despite the obvious evidence to the contrary. Ohno had been exclusively sleeping with women for years, though. Nino liked to joke that it was all Jun's fault - that he was enough to turn any gay man straight. But Ohno just claimed to prefer boobs to the hardness of a man's chest. Sho had to admit that some small part of him had been disappointed that he hadn't gotten the chance to sleep with Ohno.
Now having tasted the forbidden fruit, Sho had to admit he was feeling pretty good about himself. It wasn't like they were an item or anything, though. Arashi had a very loose policy on intra-group relations. So it didn't bother him, not a lot, really, when he heard about Ohno and Jun hooking up later in the week.
And it didn't bother him that much when he caught Aiba licking Ohno's neck in the closet during break one day.
And, okay, maybe it bothered him a little when Nino bragged about sucking Ohno's cock for an hour without getting lockjaw, but hey. It was all about the group love, right?
---
Neither of them says anything about the night in Sho's apartment. Sho takes that as a sign that it was just a one-shot thing. He'd filled up his Arashi dance-card, had a perfect bingo. From what he'd heard, Ohno only had a few spots left on his Johnny's card before a full blackout. Sho tried not to be jealous about that.
They'd just arrived in Hokkaido the day before the first concert of their summer tour. It had been years since they'd started getting their own rooms while on tour, something Sho was thankful for. Aiba tended to be a helluva snorer and Nino was a bed hog. Jun was arguably the best roommate, despite his propensity for staying up late going over the set list over and over and over again. Ohno mostly kept to himself.
Sho had just settled in to his room, stretched out across his bed and flicking through the channels on the TV when he heard a scratching at the door joining his room to Ohno's. He frowned and got up to open it, finding Ohno looking rather puppy-like on the other side.
"I was lonely," he mumbled, stepping past Sho and settling on one side of the giant king bed.
Sho sighed and joined him on the other side, leaving the connecting door open. Ohno was flicking through the channels on the TV rapidly, apparently searching for something specific. Sho turned to look at him inquisitively, but his question was answered before it was asked. A low, breathy moan floated across the room from the television and Ohno dropped the remote, smiling a bit wickedly.
Sho raised one eyebrow, but didn't say a word, choosing to turn and watch the woman on screen get eaten out by her male counterpart. It took a lot less time to get hard than Sho would admit to, if asked. He was nearing 30 and even that didn't keep his libido from being in full force. There was movement in the corner of his eye and Sho looked over to catch Ohno unzipping his pants and tugging out his own erection.
They'd masturbated together before, this was nothing new. Usually on tour and almost always to the same kind of porn. It was always done with the silent understanding that one did not look at his band mate's junk as he touched himself. Like how you don't check out other guys in the bathroom.
Sho blushed deeply as Ohno glanced up, catching him watching. Ohno just smiled that dangerous smile and Sho knew he was in trouble. Ohno scooted the short distance across the bed to Sho's side, running one hand down Sho's thigh, then back up again to his zipper, their eyes never breaking contact. Sho's breath halted in his chest as Ohno's fingers played across his waistband. Ohno paused, as if asking permission, before diving in and popping the button on Sho's pants. Sho groaned, deep and guttural, breaking the tension between them as Ohno's fingers encircled Sho's erection and drew it from his boxers. He turned his attention back to the screen and stroked Sho slowly, methodically, twisting a bit at the end and sliding his fingers across the tip. Sho was so engrossed in how smooth Ohno was with his left hand (Nino being ambidextrous had come in handy on more than one occasion) that he barely registered Ohno wasn't touching himself.
Never wanting it to be said that Sho was an ungrateful bed partner, he slid his right hand under Ohno's arm and grasped his erection firmly. Ohno turned his head slowly to meet Sho's eyes, his own alight with passion usually reserved for a really excellent solo or 3 day long fishing trips. They watched each other for a moment in silence before turning back to the TV where the woman was now being pounded hard and fast, her breasts bouncing in time. They stroked in unison - as Ohno's hand went up, so did Sho's; when Sho squeezed lightly at the tip, Ohno would do the same the next stroke up. Sho felt Ohno tense and the sensation sent him over the edge, Ohno half a beat behind. They shuddered as one, both of them still stroking the other and moaning quietly, eyes half closed.
Ohno got up and shuffled to the bathroom, coming back with a warm washcloth, his cock still hanging out of his pants. He wiped Sho down tenderly, grabbing his soiled hand and swiping the cloth between each finger. Ohno moved to leave the room, but Sho wrapped his fingers around Ohno's slim wrist. Turning slightly, Ohno looked down at Sho curiously.
"Stay," Sho whispered, not sure he trusted his voice to go any higher.
Ohno simply nodded and got undressed as Sho clicked off the TV and stripped down to his boxers.
He wondered if anyone else ever got night-time Satoshi snuggles.
---
Sho loved his gig with News Zero, but the hours were killer on his body. Having long ago become accustomed to sleeping roughly five hours a night at best, Sho was no stranger to long days and short nights, but something about having to be on for those extra few hours on Mondays was just exhausting.
Clicking the door open to his apartment, he called a quiet "I'm home" before kicking off his shoes and shuffling into the living room. It wasn't exactly rare for any of the members to be hanging out at Sho's apartment on any given day (he really did have the best view of any of them), but to find one of them in nothing but their boxers on his couch wasn't what one might call a common sight.
"Welcome home," Ohno replied, turning away from the TV and smiling up at Sho, his eyes and nose crinkling in unison. If he hadn't had his hand down his pants, Sho might think it was a rather cute expression.
"Satoshi, what are you doing here?" Sho asked with a sigh, flopping down in a chair next to the couch.
"Watching you on News Zero," came the quiet reply.
"With your hand down your pants?" Sho's eyebrows rose even further.
"I like watching you talk."
Sho's cock twitched in his pants at the thought of Ohno sitting on his couch, touching himself and watching Sho read the news. Sho hadn't really found economics or national disasters particularly sexy, but Ohno had proven more than anything that he was really an odd duck sometimes.
"Oh really?" he asked, moving to loosen his tie as Ohno's hand slowly started moving within his boxers.
"I love your mouth," Ohno said frankly. Something about the simplicity of his statements always shook Sho. No one he'd ever met was so comfortable with themselves that they just said exactly what they were thinking.
Sho chuckled and leaned back in the chair, shifting to give his own burgeoning erection a bit more room in his pants.
"I have been told I have excellent 'dick sucking lips,'" he confessed, still laughing at the thought.
"Prove it," Ohno replied, his face serious.
Sho's eyes shot up to meet Ohno's and his breath caught in his throat. Ohno's face was so open, so honest. Sho couldn't imagine anyone else on the planet being this real and true about what they wanted.
Sliding out of the chair slowly, Sho crawled the short distance and settled between Ohno's legs. He began to shrug off his suit jacket, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him short.
"Leave it on," Ohno whispered. His eyes were ablaze with passion, his voice deep and aching with need.
"As you wish," Sho replied, leaving his tie loose around his neck. With both hands, he reached forward and tugged at Ohno's boxers until they were a puddle on the floor, revealing his cock, hard and already beaded with precome. Sho had to admit Ohno really did have a lovely dick. He was going to enjoy this.
Sho slowly pried Ohno's hand off his own cock, finger by finger, before linking their hands and holding them in place. He leaned in to lap at the beads of moisture gathering on the tip and moaned a little, deep in his throat. It had been entirely too long since his last blowjob. And Sho loved going down on guys - the scent of pure maleness filtering through his senses, the complete control he had over another man, the unique taste of come as it filled his mouth, shooting down his throat. There was nothing about blowjobs Sho didn't enjoy.
Ohno gasped lightly as Sho took him in inch by inch, his tongue circling the head again and again. Ohno threw back his head against the couch and moaned. Reaching down with his free hand, Sho undid the front of his pants and pulled out his own erection. God, what about Ohno made him so hard so fucking fast? Sho felt like a teenager with his first fuck every time he touched Ohno and it was exhilarating. Stroking himself slowly, Sho continued to work his way down Ohno's cock. He was big - one of the biggest in the company, a fact Nagase himself had confirmed - but Sho was determined to take it all.
"You have such a fucking pretty mouth," Ohno whispered, tossing his head back and forth, his hips twitching wildly with the desire to thrust. "You should do this for a goddamn living. Just suck cock all the fucking time."
Sho moaned quietly and smiled as Ohno shook at the sensation. Ohno's free hand threaded its way through Sho's hair, tugging lightly and Sho moaned again, louder this time. His own hand flew across his cock as he took Ohno in further. Finally, after what seemed like ages, the tip of Ohno bumped up against the back of Sho's throat, Sho's nose in the curly nest at the base. Sho hummed purposefully this time and delighted in the gasp Ohno issued as the folds of Sho's throat fluttered around the tip of Ohno's cock. There was a trick he picked up from Nino. Ohno's hands tightened in Sho's hair fractionally, but just enough to let Sho know he wasn't going to last long. Pulling back slowly, Sho resumed his tongue-play of Ohno's cock, sliding up the vein on the back side, then around the tip before heading back down.
Sho sucked him slow and hard, making sure every inch of Ohno's dick was fully and completely covered and loved.
"So fucking good," Ohno chanted over and over, his head thrashing from side to side. His hips canted up fractionally. Sho's hand continued to move across his own cock quickly. He looked up at Ohno through his eyelashes and hummed again as he reached the base, sending Ohno over the edge. Sho continued lapping hungrily at Ohno's cock as he shuddered through his orgasm. All Sho knew for a moment was hot and salty and Ohno and oh god before finally, he came a few steps behind him, spilling all over his suit pants.
Sho pulled off Ohno with a quiet popping sound and laid his head against Ohno's smooth thigh. The hand in Sho's hair continued to stroke him like a puppy, long fingers massaging his scalp. They were both sticky and gross and Sho really needed to toss that suit in the wash, but the dry cleaning bill would be worth the quiet moment, in the end.
---
Somewhere along the way, Sho realized he wanted more. More than just fucking on his couch, more than just being Ohno's backup to his backup. He wanted fewer flirty kisses from Aiba and more quiet moments with Ohno.
He just wasn't sure how to get what he wanted.
Or even if he could have it.
---
Sho had never been one for toys in the bedroom. He preferred his bed sports to be very straightforward - at most, a tie or belt had been in his employ, but most of the time, Sho preferred the focus of fucking to be the fucking.
Ohno, on the other hand, loved toys. Handcuffs, cockrings, vibrating dildos - he had a rather impressive collection, to be sure. As with most things, Sho blamed Aiba for that. He'd started it, giving Ohno his very first vibrator for his 25th birthday.
It had taken some compromising, but eventually they came to a conclusion that benefitted everyone, in the end.
Sho shifted in his spot on the chair, the plug moving within him just enough to make him gasp. He'd have to remember not to do that. Or to do it many more times, maybe. It was small and smooth, made of a hard rubber with just enough give to not be completely uncomfortable. Ohno's eyes had lighted up earlier when Sho had agreed to inserting it, inflicting himself with the sweet torture as they nakedly watched a movie from opposite sides of the room. Ohno watched him hungrily as Sho twitched, barely containing a moan. Finally deciding he'd had enough, Ohno stood and stalked to the other side of the room, flicking off the TV in the process. Holding out a hand to Sho, he raised one eyebrow and cocked his head toward the bedroom.
Sho could feel the sweat break out across his brow as he stood, the plug just barely brushing that place within him that made him shudder. No, it was too early in the night to be coming already. Ohno held his elbow carefully as Sho slowly made his way to the bedroom, collapsing gratefully on his bed with a sigh, his whole body shaking with exertion. Ohno quickly knelt between his legs and grasped the end of the plug, tugging on it lightly until Sho's body gave, releasing it little by little. Ohno had once said the sight of the plug disappearing and reappearing in Sho was one of the most beautiful and poetic things he'd ever seen. Sho decided to take that as a compliment.
The plug served a more practical purpose in Sho's eyes. He'd learned the hard way that fingers didn't quite prepare him for Ohno's cock the way they should. (Though that had hardly stopped Ohno from using those beautiful fingers to fuck Sho over and over until he cried with relief as his orgasm ripped through him. Sho quickly discovered just how sadistic Ohno could be in the bedroom.) The plug, well-lubricated and kept in for a good long while, loosened Sho up enough to take Ohno's length with minimum pain. And, he had to admit, it felt really fucking good.
Sho gasped loudly as the plug slid fully from his body, his legs shaking with the strain of not coming.
"Please, Satoshi," he whispered, his voice raw from containing the shouts of pleasure. "Please please please."
Ohno slid up Sho's body, hooking one arm under Sho's leg and kissing him soundly, nipping at Sho's full bottom lip. Sho felt Ohno's erection against his opening and tried to relax. Tensing up would only make it worse.
"Look at me," Ohno said softly, his free hand stroking the side of Sho's face.
Sho forced his eyes open and looked up, meeting Ohno's gaze. What he saw there surprised him - the affection and sweetness Ohno usually reserved for when his band mates were being stupid or especially cute was there. But behind that, deep in the dark pools of Ohno's eyes lay something Sho couldn't quite put a finger on.
So entranced by Ohno's eyes was Sho that he barely noticed Ohno pushing forward slowly, entering him and rocking lightly. Ohno smiled and brushed their lips together, the kiss almost chaste in its softness. Sho felt his heart soar and wondered if maybe he could be so lucky. Ohno pressed further in and Sho's back arched sharply, the burn and stretch ripping through him in waves. It hurt so good, every time. Sho exhaled and tried to remember to breathe as Ohno rocked shallowly against him. Ohno's hand moved up to card through Sho's hair carefully, almost reverently.
"It's okay," he mumbled, pressing deeper with every thrust, his hand still moving through Sho's hair slowly. "It's okay."
Sho felt himself relax under Ohno's gaze, his loving hands. Sho threaded his fingers through Ohno's downy-soft hair and tugged him down for a kiss, their lips searing each other's skin. It was passion and fire and something else Sho was afraid to admit to.
Sho's orgasm surprised him. Ohno thrusted deep, murmuring Sho's name like a rosary, his lips ghosting across Sho's cheekbones, his fluttering eyelids. Sho shuddered hard and came, hot and sticky between them. Ohno fucked him through his orgasm - three, four, five thrusts and he was gone as well, soaring among the clouds as endorphins flooded his brain.
Ohno pulled out slowly and collapsed next to Sho, dragging him close for more soft, sweet kisses in the dark.
"Sho," he mumbled, his voice sleep-heavy. "I think...."
Sho panted lightly into the night, his body still coming down off the high. "Satoshi?"
Too late, he thought. The hormone rush had already overtaken Ohno. Sho couldn't help but wonder what he was going to say though. With Ohno, who knew?
---
Sho heaved a great breath and closed his eyes, willing himself to focus. It had been almost a week since Ohno had last been in his bed, since they'd last touched each other in something other than a proprietary, friendly way. If he was being completely honest with himself, he missed Ohno. If he was lying to himself (which was more likely), he missed the sex. Sho decided on somewhere in the middle, convincing himself he missed sex with Ohno. Which he did. He just missed everything else about Ohno, too. The small touches, the glances, the way their eyes met just before they came at the same time.
They were on a photoshoot for the day, all five of them at the same time for once. Nino and Aiba had, once again, spent the whole time flirting with the makeup girls (and each other) while Jun did damage control in their wake. Ohno was kind, respectful, every inch the sweet idol people perceived him to be.
Sho's heart hurt at the thought. That wasn't his Ohno. He wanted that Ohno back.
The shoot ended and they dispersed, Ohno heading out one door, the other four toward another. Sho stopped, one foot out the door and changed direction.
"Where are you going?" Aiba asked. Sho cursed his insatiable curiosity.
"I'll be back in a minute," Sho replied, not turning around. "Just go back to the dressing room without me."
"Tell Oh-chan's dick I said I miss it, will you?" Nino shouted as the door slammed shut. Sho scowled and ignored him, following Ohno's path through the opposite door.
Ohno was waiting for him, it seemed, leaning up against a wall in a quiet hallway, not another person in sight. Sho knew what he wanted, what he was expecting - a quick blowjob, maybe some making out at best - but he wasn't about to give Ohno what he wanted this time. For once, Sho was going to get what he wanted.
Ohno's eyes were calm as Sho approached, hands shaking with a combination of nerves and anger.
"Problem, Sho-chan?" Ohno asked serenely.
"Yeah," Sho replied, turning quickly and backing Ohno into the wall. "I've got a big problem. You."
"Me?" Ohno asked, his voice almost too quiet in the silent hallway.
"Yeah, you." Sho took a step forward and placed his hands on either side of Ohno's head against the wall. "You've been driving me nuts for months. You know what I want, Satoshi. Stop messing with me."
Ohno barely batted an eye. "I haven't been messing with you, Sho. We've been fucking, there's a difference."
Sho slid one thigh between Ohno's legs and moved closer, grinding against him softly. "I want you, Satoshi," he murmured, toying with a loose thread on Ohno's shirt sleeve.
Ohno's hips canted up slightly, forcing them to grind against each other for half a second, then back down. Sho groaned quietly at the sensation and leaned forward to reclaim it.
"I want only you," he growled, rolling his hips into Ohno's.
Ohno's breath faltered as his hips rose to meet Sho's, his hands gripping Sho's waist tightly. "O-only me?" he stuttered.
"Only you," Sho replied, punctuating each word with a kiss. He moved his hands to Ohno's hips, pulling him closer as he ground against him, their bodies moving in sync for one blissful moment. The friction was almost too much, Sho thought, as he shuddered and came, half a step before Ohno. They stood in the quiet hallway, panting much too loudly before Ohno started chuckling. Sho looked down at him incredulously, but made no move to step away.
"What?" Sho asked, not sure what about a quickie in the hallway like a couple of teenagers was quite so funny.
"You could have picked a different way to request monogamy from me, Sho," Ohno replied, still giggling. "But this worked, too."
They walked back to the dressing room, both of them needing clean pants before continuing through the rest of their activities for the day. As they entered the dressing room, Sho tried not to be annoyed as Nino fist pumped and failed horribly as Jun pulled out his wallet and handed over 5000 yen to the little bastard.
"I knew it was just a matter of time before you tamed the Wonder Cock, Sho-chan," Nino gloated, waving his bills around gleefully.
"Wait!" Aiba shouted, his face a mask of horror. "Does this mean no orgy?"
Sho looked at Ohno and smiled wickedly, moving to lock the dressing room door as Ohno pulled his shirt over his head.
"No one ever said anything about that."