fic request meme!!!
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Whoever comments on this post gets to request a short fic from me. In return, they have to post this meme in their journal.
(...in my case you don't have to repost the meme unless you feel like it...so I guess I'm just asking for requests? XD)
I write: any Arashi pairing/moresome
...and also Jiro Wang 汪東城 and Danson Tang 唐禹哲 (a little esoteric, maybe)
With namesquishes because I felt like it XD
waxrose asked for Sakumoto
font asked for Ohmiya, Sakumoto, and Ohmiya XD
lady_gemma asked for Ohmiya, paint
akin16sk asked for Juntoshi, "with ohno healing our not-always-so-sweet disgruntled junji :)"
someone secret asked for Sakuraiba, "for science!"
15th_moon asked for Matsumiya
ferinough asked for Sakumiya
carrotfreak asked for Ohmiya, donuts
blood_opal asked for Sakumiya
ruisetsuna asked for snarky!Matsumiya, cards
maiaide asked for Aiba/Ohno, "Aiba gets a jellyfish sting. Ohno treats it. You know, like on Friends?" HELP, WHAT'S THE NAMESQUISH? Sasaki? Aibohno? Matoshi? Ohba?
rinalin asked for Aiba/Arashi, "something less than more"
alexiela asked for Matsumiya, based on October's Non-No article
a_brokenangel asked for Matsumiya, cute and fluffy
rininjapan asked for Sakuraiba, based on a photo
anonymous asked for moar Matsumiya
iloveqqmcmug asked for Sakuraiba sickfic
yay_box asked for Arashi/Arashi, with extra Matsumiya
Final word count: 7,465 (;0__0)
(excluding this one, because it was already written)
10/29: FINISHED. OMG.
lady_gemmaWhoever comments on this post gets to request a short fic from me. In return, they have to post this meme in their journal.
(...in my case you don't have to repost the meme unless you feel like it...so I guess I'm just asking for requests? XD)
I write: any Arashi pairing/moresome
...and also Jiro Wang 汪東城 and Danson Tang 唐禹哲 (a little esoteric, maybe)
With namesquishes because I felt like it XD
waxrose asked for Sakumotofont asked for Ohmiya, Sakumoto, and Ohmiya XDlady_gemma asked for Ohmiya, paintakin16sk asked for Juntoshi, "with ohno healing our not-always-so-sweet disgruntled junji :)"someone secret asked for Sakuraiba, "for science!"
15th_moon asked for Matsumiyaferinough asked for Sakumiyacarrotfreak asked for Ohmiya, donutsblood_opal asked for Sakumiyaruisetsuna asked for snarky!Matsumiya, cardsmaiaide asked for Aiba/Ohno, "Aiba gets a jellyfish sting. Ohno treats it. You know, like on Friends?" HELP, WHAT'S THE NAMESQUISH? Sasaki? Aibohno? Matoshi? Ohba?rinalin asked for Aiba/Arashi, "something less than more"alexiela asked for Matsumiya, based on October's Non-No articlea_brokenangel asked for Matsumiya, cute and fluffyrininjapan asked for Sakuraiba, based on a photoanonymous asked for moar Matsumiya
iloveqqmcmug asked for Sakuraiba sickficyay_box asked for Arashi/Arashi, with extra MatsumiyaFinal word count: 7,465 (;0__0)
(excluding this one, because it was already written)
10/29: FINISHED. OMG.
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Date: 2008-10-17 02:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-17 03:36 am (UTC)“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“I just, uh, thought,” Sho stammers, embarrassed.
“What, that I injured myself?”
Sho doesn’t answer, shifting uncomfortably on the bed, so Jun pulls him forward for a real kiss. Sho gasps for air and Jun smiles.
“We both like it like this,” Jun says, voice low as though there might be someone listening, because he knows Sho sometimes pretends there is.
Sho groans in response, eyes clinched shut and fingers fisted in Jun’s shirt, and Jun still can’t understand what’s holding him back.
“I do,” Sho says, finally. “I just want you to know it doesn’t have to be like this.”
Jun meets Sho’s eyes and his grip on Sho’s hair loosens just a little bit.
“I appreciate that,” Jun says, sincere. “Now can you bite me?”
Sho grins and nudges Jun back on the bed, pinning Jun’s wrists over his head. If Sho notices that Jun’s not struggling as hard as usual, he doesn’t say.
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Date: 2008-10-17 03:03 am (UTC)Though now I have to make a request when I have found that when it comes to you, it's best to leave it in your hands.
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Date: 2008-10-17 03:39 am (UTC)Oh, pretty please make a request!
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Date: 2008-10-17 03:51 am (UTC)1. I want you to talk more about Sho. I don't really have a pairing in mind (though I wouldn't object to one, either) and I don't even really mean that it should be Sho-centric (though it's fine if it is), but the things you have written about him pique my interest. I don't get to see him portrayed like that often.
2. I feel like even mentioning "last month, after Kyoko's party" violates some huge unwritten what-can-be-requested-in-a-request-meme rule, and that if you had any desire at all to go into more detail there, you've already got plans that wouldn't be influenced by my comment, and that if you don't have any plans to touch on it, the omission is deliberate and completely defensible, but just in case, I am throwing caution to the wind and putting that out there.
3. Okay, this actually touches on both 1 and 2, but you noted in your last story that it could be read as part of the "Alibi" universe (which completely pleased me, btw -- I am really sorry I didn't comment at the time, but I was out of state getting my sister married, and by the time I found your story, it was so late that I felt really pretty awkward about leaving a comment at all, and I am sorry! sorry!), but, okay. I had always kind of looked at "Good Intentions" and "Alibi" as, oh -- they came from the same place, but "Good Intentions" made "Alibi" impossible. What I am trying to say is that I have kind of unofficially thought of "Assuming" as maybe a precursor to "Good Intentions", too, which is what I am getting at when I say that I want to hear you say more about Sho. So maybe this is my request: something pre-"Good Intentions", pre-Sho/Jun. I want to know more about what made Jun do what he did that night. (I have a suspicion that Sho had it coming. I want you to tell me if I am right.)
4. But really, I want you to write Ohmiya. Ohmiya anywhere, any time, I don't even care as long as you're the one writing it. I mean, really: it could be Nino and Ohno sitting on opposite ends Nino's sofa, Nino absorbed in his DS and Ohno bored and trying to surreptitiously pick his nose and wipe it on the side of the couch without Nino noticing, and if you wrote it, I would be thrilled. I can only have faith that you will write more Ohmiya regardless of what I say here, and so it is safe to request Sho.
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Date: 2008-10-17 03:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-17 03:57 am (UTC)Eventually, Sho manages to locate Ohno, and drags him into the gallery demanding a detailed explanation on his “process,” which results in Ohno mumbling about how he likes robots and he likes the ocean. Having satisfied Sho’s curiosity, Ohno catches Nino’s eye and joins him at the painting. They look at it together for a moment, quiet, until Ohno finally mumbles,
“I wanted to share it with everyone.”
Nino reaches out and squeezes Ohno’s hand.
“The one of Jun with the caterpillar eyebrows is still my favorite,” Nino admits.
Jun’s voice booms from the adjoining hallway, right on cue:
“WHAT IS THIS?”
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Date: 2008-10-17 06:50 am (UTC)or
a sweet jun/toshi with ohno healing our not-always-so-sweet disgruntled junji :)
I am fairly easy to please, I hope :P
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Date: 2008-10-17 06:54 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-10-17 11:47 am (UTC)---
They drink and trade stories with the captain all morning, arguing over whether waves are more or less dangerous than mobs of screaming girls. No one makes any comments about Jun’s squeaky-new fishing boots (or his three rings, for that matter), and Jun thinks he’s only really getting away with it because he’s with Ohno. It’s strange to see Ohno joking with these people, babbling excitedly when something tugs his line. It’s a little painful to watch, because it’s all Ohno’s, and Jun doesn’t have anything like this. Jun only has Arashi, so he has to hold them tight.
Ohno’s friends wander to the other side of the boat (somewhat knowingly, Jun thinks), and Ohno leaves his fishing rod to wrap his arms around Jun’s waist, resting his chin on Jun’s shoulder.
“Are you going to help me catch something?” Jun asks.
“I think they must all be swimming in the same direction, and I just get them before you can.”
“That seems like the most logical explanation.”
Jun looks out and sees no land. He closes his eyes and imagines he and Ohno are the only people on the ocean today.
“It kind of feels like we’re alone with the sea, doesn’t it?” Ohno murmurs, lips against Jun’s shoulder.
Jun laces the fingers of his left hand with Ohno’s.
“Thank you for bringing me,” Jun says.
“I wanted you to come.”
“So that you could seduce me to a life of fishing?” Jun teases.
“So that you could relax,” Ohno answers.
Jun had almost forgotten that word, but right now, in Ohno’s arms, swaying back and forth with the movement of the small boat, it is entirely appropriate.
Of course, this would be the moment that he gets a bite.
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Date: 2008-10-17 11:18 pm (UTC)You know who this is, and you know you owe me!
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Date: 2008-10-18 01:06 am (UTC)1/2
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Date: 2008-10-18 03:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-18 05:51 am (UTC)1. Once, when they were fourteen, Jun’s mom told Nino to “go ahead upstairs and get him,” and Nino waited five minutes in the hallway so that he wouldn’t embarrass Jun by walking in on him singing Together Again (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5PwpZVlOumc) at the top of his lungs.
2. Nino called dibs on Jun so that Tackey wouldn’t try to kiss him.
3. Nino watched the first season of Hana Yori Dango twice: once when it aired, and again with his mom before the second season so that she could catch up.
4. The first time Jun kissed Nino, he was only pretending to be asleep.
5. Last week, Nino found “Matsujun no Uta” hidden in an Ella Fitzgerald compilation on Jun’s iPod.
6. Nino has a chicken named Matsumoto in his Harvest Moon farm (the cow’s name is Aiba).
7. Nino has slept with five people, but Jun is the only person he’s ever made love to.
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Date: 2008-10-18 03:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-18 04:24 am (UTC)...please enjoy!
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Sho is on edge all week, buried in newspapers in the green room and checking his iPhone between takes. It’s a struggle to get him to come out to Wasted Wednesday at all, so everyone’s not too shocked when he snaps at Aiba only two drinks in.
“You have absolutely no idea what’s going on in the world, do you?”
Nino grabs Sho by the arm and leads him out of the bar, glancing over his shoulder to see Aiba pretend to laugh while Ohno and Jun quickly launch into a Sammi routine. By the time they reach the van, Sho is sullenly dragging his feet. Nino opens the backseat door and climbs in, beckoning him.
“Come on.”
Sho looks around the parking lot for a moment before complying. The door shuts and the van is dark save for the weak glow of the streetlights through the tinted windows. Nino pulls Sho on top of him and combs his fingers through Sho’s hair.
“Hush, now, little Sho,” Nino says.
“Go die in a fire.”
Nino chuckles.
“Seriously, what’s wrong with you?” he demands, pinching Sho’s side and getting a grunt in return.
“The economy,” Sho mumbles, face tucked in Nino’s neck.
“Is that all?”
“Is that all?” Sho repeats, incredulous.
“Well, we just need to trust the market, right?” Nino drawls, fingers dipping into the collar of Sho’s shirt.
“You don’t-” Sho stammers. “You can’t just- It’s not that simple!”
Nino yawns and folds his arms behind his head, listening patiently while Sho explains credit and currency values and the effects of globalization on the world market. He nods when appropriate, occasionally adjusting Sho’s arms and legs so that they’re properly tangled together by the time Ohno unlocks the van and flings the door open to serenade them with TOKIO hits. Aiba tugs at Nino’s legs, reminding him that he is their designated driver. Sho sits up against the window, dazed, and Jun climbs in next to him with a smirk.
“And what were you two doing?”
“We talked about the stock market,” Nino informs him, winking in the rearview mirror.
Sho hastily buttons his shirt (when did Nino do that?) and nods as he buckles his seatbelt.
“There’s a serious crisis right now.”
“Boring,” Jun sighs, head lolling back against the seat.
Ohno leans over Jun, grinning.
“Yeah, I like explaining fishing to Nino."
Sho opens his mouth to respond to that, but suddenly Rhianna is blasting from the speakers (most likely Aiba's doing), and he gives up. Nino drops everyone else off, first, which doesn't make sense.
"Unless it does," Nino answers, pulling into his apartment's parking structure.
Sho cannot argue that logic.
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Date: 2008-10-18 03:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-18 06:42 am (UTC)“Chubby cheeks,” Nino demands. “Now.”
Ohno eyes the box suspiciously.
“Cream-filled?” he asks.
“With chocolate frosting.”
Ohno closes his laptop and gets down on one knee.
"Marry me."
Nino rolls his eyes and sets the donuts on the table.
"Do you want milk?" he calls, walking to the kitchen.
"Sure," Ohno answers, tallying up another rejection on the list in his desk drawer.
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Date: 2008-10-18 04:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-18 07:53 am (UTC)---
Nino completely undresses Sho and himself before pulling his bed sheet over their heads. Sho hugs Nino close, kissing his forehead.
“Now it’s just us,” Nino murmurs.
Nino says things like this, and they break Sho’s heart, because he doesn’t know where they come from. Nino tips his head up to meet Sho’s lips, rolling against Sho’s thigh. Their breath is trapped in the space created by Nino’s sheets and it makes Sho feel disoriented and wonderful.
“Lube,” Sho remembers aloud.
Nino chuckles, his breath tickling Sho’s ear.
“Haven’t you ever been camping?”
Sho shakes his head slowly (everything seems to move with the same rhythm of Nino’s hand on his cock), because he thinks Nino must have a different definition of camping, if it involves sucking on two of Sho’s fingers. He tries to pull away, but Nino has a tight grip on his wrist.
“I’m not fucking you without lube,” Sho says, teeth tugging gently at Nino’s earlobe.
Nino lets Sho’s hand go.
“Why not?”
“I’ll hurt you.”
“So?”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Sho replies with a little dry laugh.
He touches Nino’s face to find his expression in the dark. It’s blank.
“What if I want it to hurt?” Nino asks, voice small.
Sho leans over Nino and kisses him, the sheet slipping down a bit.
“I can’t do that,” Sho answers, his lips hovering over Nino’s. “Please don’t ask me to.”
Nino doesn’t say anything, just wraps his arms around Sho’s shoulders, consenting. Sho slips out of the embrace and settles between Nino’s legs. Nino’s fingers move restlessly through Sho’s hair as his lips slide easily over Nino’s length.
“Thank you,” Nino breathes.
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Date: 2008-10-18 04:22 am (UTC)and if I could also request, I actually want Ohmiya but I'm requesting Snarky!Matsumiya + cards, because I've always wanted to see you write em, if its not too much to ask :)
Oh, and I stalk your fics, I'm sorry I never comment because I'm
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Date: 2008-10-20 03:21 am (UTC)Thanks for delurking, and thanks for the prompt! <3
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Nino wakes Jun with uncharacteristically sweet kisses. Jun takes one look at the clock and rolls over.
“Go away,” he grumbles. “We’re closed.”
“Come on,” Nino whines, wiggling against Jun’s back. “I need assistance, here.”
“Last time I checked, you have two perfectly good hands.”
“It’s not the same if I do it myself!”
Nino slides said hands down Jun’s torso, teasing the waistband of his boxers.
“Fine!” Jun groans, sitting up.
Nino holds out the deck of cards and Jun selects one, squinting at it in the dim light of Nino’s laptop.
“Now, put it back wherever you want,” Nino instructs.
Jun returns the card, resisting the urge to toss it across the room. He watches, half-asleep, as Nino spreads out the cards, vamping and narrating and guiding Jun through a few shuffles before he reproduces the king of clubs.
“Amazing,” Jun sighs. “How does he do it?”
“I’ve been working on this all night,” Nino says, a little crestfallen.
“And I’ve been sleeping,” Jun replies. “Alone.”
Nino looks down at the cards, over at his computer, then back to Jun. He quickly moves his things off the bed, relocating himself in Jun’s lap.
“Is there something I could give you a hand with?” Nino asks, already tugging at Jun’s shirt.
Jun rolls his eyes, but Nino can feel him smile against his lips.
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Date: 2008-10-18 06:42 am (UTC)I'm going to give you choices:
A) Ohmiya & Moles. Bonus points for Nino yelling "Mogura~"
B) Aiba/Ohno because no one asks for it evar. Aiba gets a jellyfish sting. Ohno treats it. You know, like on Friends?
C) Sho/Ohno. Ojisan team! After a tragic VS Arashi loss, Ohno consoles Sho with some... member ai. I don't know.
The more porn, the better.
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Date: 2008-10-20 03:53 am (UTC)Of course, I HAD to write B. Considering my friends almost did this last week.
...I apologize for the lack of porn? I really would like to write Aiba/Ohno porn someday!
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Aiba's attempt to surf Ohno back to shore fails miserably. Ohno rubs his burning eyes and stumbles through the surf, panicking when he finally finds Aiba lying in the sand, clutching his leg in pain.
“What is it?” he asks, kneeling down and grabbing Aiba’s shoulder.
“Jellyfish sting,” Aiba explains through clenched teeth.
“…does it hurt?”
Aiba howls and Ohno jumps, surprised.
“Do you need to wash it off?” Ohno asks. “Can I help you back into the water?”
“Um,” Aiba answers, panting as he looks down at the sting. “With jellyfish, uh…”
“Oh,” Ohno interrupts him, eyes wide. “Yeah, right, I’ve heard about that.”
Aiba looks up at Ohno, face red and eyes watery.
“It’s okay,” he whispers. “You don’t have to.”
Ohno’s heart swells. With a solemn expression he stands and begins to untie his swim trunks. Aiba lies back in the sand, shading his eyes with his arms.
“What the hell are you two doing?”
Aiba peeks out to see Jun and Sho hovering over his sting while Nino pulls Ohno’s hands behind his back.
“You haven’t even taken the tentacles off,” Jun tsks.
Aiba winces as Sho pours liquid over his leg.
“What is that?” Ohno asks, attempting to look over Sho’s shoulder while Nino reties his shorts.
“Vinegar,” Sho answers.
“Urine doesn’t have nearly enough ammonia to neutralize a jellyfish sting,” Jun says, professionally enough to earn a surprised glance from Sho. “Depending on what you’ve had to drink today, it could even make the sting worse.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be the animal expert?” Sho asks, ruffling Aiba’s hair.
“We all seem to be ignoring the fact that Oh-chan nearly exposed himself in front of the whole staff!” Nino snaps.
“Ah, well, there is that,” Jun replies, disinterested.
“Does your leg feel better?” Ohno asks, escaping Nino’s grip to lean over Aiba.
Aiba reaches up and squeezes Ohno’s arm, beaming.
“Yes, thank you.”
“I brought the vinegar!” Sho objects.
Jun and Nino exchange a look before dragging Sho to his feet.
“Come on, let’s leave the adventurers alone to recover,” Jun says, patting Sho on the back.
For weeks, Aiba tells anyone who will listen about how Ohno almost peed on him to save his life. Each time, the story sounds a little less heroic, Ohno thinks.
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Date: 2008-10-18 07:08 am (UTC)Aiba/Arashi. "Something less than more" or "The Many Moods of Aiba Masaki"
Cause there's not enough Aiba in fandom.
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Date: 2008-10-20 04:58 am (UTC)...and extremely long sentences?
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Sho doesn’t realize that Aiba’s napping in his bed until after he’s checked his e-mail and eaten a snack. The sight slows him down. He sits and pets Aiba’s hair, smiling as Aiba yawns and opens one eye.
“I got caught in the rain,” Aiba explains, stretching. “I borrowed your sweatshirt.”
“That’s fine.”
“Why are you still wearing your jacket?”
Sho looks down, surprised.
“I forgot to take it off.”
Aiba giggles, curling up again.
“You’re weird,” he murmurs.
“Who, me?" Sho replies, good-natured, then adds, "I thought you were at Nino’s.”
Aiba is quiet and Sho immediately wonders if it’s alright to ask.
“I was,” Aiba finally says. “But he had to go to filming.”
“Ah, right.”
“Does Nino tell you when I come over?”
Aiba’s eyes are closed while he asks. Sho resumes petting Aiba’s hair, carefully forming his reply, which ultimately comes out as an awkward “Yes.”
“What about Ohno?”
“He mentioned you came by the night before.”
“And Jun?”
Sho takes off his jacket and lies next to Aiba, wrapping an arm around Aiba’s waist.
“When was the last time you went home?” Sho asks.
Aiba shrugs.
“I don’t like my apartment,” he explains. “It’s too cold. Something’s wrong with the air conditioning.”
Sho moves Aiba’s hair aside to kiss the nape of Aiba’s neck.
“I need to know something,” Aiba whispers.
“Hm?’
“Do you all talk about me?”
Sho bites his lip, face burning.
“Do you call each other when I leave? Do you compare notes?”
“Masaki,” Sho exhales.
Aiba gets up suddenly, pushing Sho on his back and straddling Sho’s legs.
“You send Nino text messages, right?” he asks.
Sho feels frozen, unable to read Aiba’s expression, unable to answer.
“Why would you keep it from me?” Aiba demands, fists clenching in the sheets near Sho’s arms. “Why would you all let me go on feeling like, like…”
Aiba’s elbows give out and he collapses on Sho’s chest, sniffling. Sho automatically hugs him, kissing his forehead.
“No one’s angry,” he says.
“I’m angry,” Aiba grumbles. “What a waste of time.”
Sho panics, pushing Aiba’s shoulders back so that he can see his face.
“Please, Aiba, don’t think that we,” Sho hesitates. “We don’t think of you like that. We love you.”
Aiba shakes his head, an inexplicable grin spreading across his face.
“I understand that,” he says, voice hoarse.
Sho meets Aiba’s eyes and physically aches from watching him cry.
“It’s just, this whole time, we could have all been together, instead of in our own little boxes,” Aiba says, wiping his face with his (Sho’s) sleeve.
It takes Sho a very long time to understand what Aiba means, longer than it takes for Aiba to stop crying. In fact, it isn’t until that night, when the five of them are together in Aiba’s living room, Nino lounging halfway on Ohno’s lap and watching with sleepy approval as Jun slides Sho’s shirt off of Aiba, following the motion with his tongue, and Aiba reaches out to Sho, dark eyes half-lidded, that Sho realizes how incredibly right Aiba is about most things in the world, and how very right the world is because Aiba is in it.
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Date: 2008-10-18 07:09 am (UTC)PORN PLS!
I'm a prompt-giver-first-timer so, I hope I did it right :D
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Date: 2008-10-20 10:59 am (UTC)---
After two glasses of wine, Jun starts to think that letting Nino take nude photos of him really isn’t the worst idea. It isn’t until Nino has him posed on his couch with a flower in his hair and a chenille throw blanket concealing his manhood that the ridiculousness of the situation starts to wear at Jun’s mellow.
“This is classy stuff,” Nino objects, a contradicting grin on his face.
“You know you’re not leaving my apartment with these on your camera.”
Nino rolls his eyes.
“Of course.”
Jun sighs and rolls his shoulders. He can’t help but feel a little smug when this makes Nino shutter-happy.
“I need a lot more alcohol for this,” he groans, letting his head fall back.
“Wait, right there, don’t move,” Nino interrupts, scooting in close. “Your neck, like that.”
Jun humors Nino for almost a full minute before pulling him in for a kiss. The camera flashes again and Jun inches back to narrow his eyes at Nino’s innocent smile.
“You’re a strange person,” Jun concludes.
“We should get a tripod.”
“Or a cameraman,” Jun jokes, tugging at Nino until he’s properly settled on top of Jun’s body.
“Aiba,” Nino suggests, rolling so that he’s cheek to cheek with Jun and holding the camera at arm’s length to take a photo.
Jun sticks out his tongue.
“He is the one who thought we should explore each other’s bodies,” Jun agrees.
“He’s a smart kid, that Aiba.”
Jun grabs the camera from Nino’s hand and sets it on the coffee table. Nino frowns as Jun stands and stretches.
“Bed,” Jun commands.
“Camera?”
Jun ignores Nino, walking to his bedroom in what could only be called a “saunter.”
“I have a DV recorder, you know,” he calls over his shoulder.
Nino hurries after Jun, tripping over the discarded blanket on the way.
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Date: 2008-10-18 08:33 am (UTC)thank would be awesome <3
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Date: 2008-10-23 04:15 am (UTC)---
Nino doesn’t even wrap the chocolates, just leaves the box on the counter after putting away groceries. Jun finally notices them after dinner, loading the dishwasher. He looks over at Nino, curled up on the couch with his script.
“Nino.”
“Hm?”
“Are these for Valentine’s Day?”
Nino doesn’t answer, writing notes. Jun grins and leans on the counter, opening the box to take a taste.
“You do realize this makes you the girl,” Jun says, sucking a bit of melted chocolate off his thumb.
“I know you have to buy me one twice as expensive in a month,” Nino answers. “Besides, how can I be the girl when you’re going to blow me?”
“You seem pretty confident about that.”
“They’re shaped like skulls. Do you know how long it took me to find skull chocolate?”
“Nino, I have to tell you something.”
“What?” Nino sighs.
“This is really cute.”
Nino looks back at his script, face red.
"Whatever," he mumbles.
"And I am definitely going to blow you."
Nino smiles and Jun has to laugh, because he's pretty sure that this is the most romantic Nino will ever be.
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Date: 2008-10-18 10:54 am (UTC)I won't be requesting anything, because I can't write. |DDD BUT I HAD TO COMMENT ON THE LOVELY.
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Date: 2008-10-23 04:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-18 02:13 pm (UTC)PIC: Sho on Aiba's shoulders to take a look inside what was once the Olympic Torch for Tokyo, before the start of the AAA'08 tour
Sakuraiba - with Sho being reluctant to do this at first (well he is a big man compared to our gorgeous little Aiba-chan) and perhaps Sho has a very sweet way of saying thank you afterward! (^_~)
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Date: 2008-10-23 04:51 am (UTC)Sho would glare at Nino, but that would require looking back over his shoulder, which Sho generally doesn’t like to do when he’s not standing on his own feet.
“I’ve got you,” Aiba says, squeezing Sho’s legs reassuringly.
Finally peering over the edge, Sho has to agree that Aiba makes a pretty good harness.
“What’s in there?” Ohno asks.
“It smells funny,” Sho answers.
“Great,” Jun says. “Mystery solved. Now, put him down.”
“I’m not going to drop him!” Aiba whines.
Sho isn’t really done (he hasn’t had enough time to reminisce about the Olympic experience, the emotions of all the athletes pouring into one flame, etc.), but he pats Aiba’s head, and Aiba leans down to let him jump off. As soon as Aiba stands, Sho grabs him up in a hug.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
Aiba giggles. Sho lets him go and turns to Jun with an awkward smile.
"So, the new set piece," Sho begins, suddenly embarrassed by the attention.
“It’s pride, you know,” Aiba tells him later, when they're alone in the hotel room. “We’re proud of you.”
Sho would answer if he weren’t preoccupied with kissing every inch of Aiba’s skin that he can reach.
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Date: 2008-10-18 02:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-27 09:57 am (UTC)---
Nino wakes up to the sound of an alarm clock, but he knows it isn’t his. He remembers arriving at the party, remembers that the girls on Aiba’s arms had rhyming names, even remembers introducing Ryo to Sammi, but that’s all. Did he take a taxi? Did he pick someone up? Did he get picked up?
“Turn it off,” Jun grunts, pulling Nino’s blankets away.
Oh.
“Again?” Nino groans.
“Turn off the alarm!”
“You do it!”
“You slept on my side! This is what you get!”
Nino reluctantly opens his eyes to fumble with the alarm clock. Finally relieved of the incessant beeping, he attempts to win the covers back from Jun.
“Well?” Nino asks, between tugs. “Was I any good?”
“Pretty good,” Jun answers, rolling over to pin the comforter under his back. “I’d give it a seven out of ten.”
“A seven?” Nino repeats, incredulous. “Seven?”
“You keep telling me that you’re better when you’re not drunk,” Jun says, pausing to yawn. “So I’m reserving judgment.”
Nino falls back on the bed with a sigh.
“I’m still on top, right?”
“Trust me, you would know if you weren’t,” Jun teases, a lazy smile stretching across his face.
“I really don’t understand. I was making progress with that foreign girl.”
“Evidenced by you not knowing her name.”
“Mary or Elizabeth or something.”
“Those are completely different names!”
“It’s irrelevant!”
“Do you want to hear my theory?”
“No.”
“I think you might possibly be gay.”
“I don’t follow your logic.”
“And also you might have a bit of a thing for me.”
“See, that just doesn’t make sense.”
“You have a better explanation for why we keep having sex?”
"I'm drunk and you take advantage of me?"
"Point taken," Jun concedes, nodding. "However, it doesn't really explain us making out the morning after."
"Well..."
"And getting each other off in the shower."
"Yeah, but..."
"And the second Playstation 2 you keep in my living room."
"I really cannot stand you."
Jun curls up against Nino's back and nuzzles his neck.
"I hate you, too," he says, sweetly.
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Date: 2008-10-18 04:56 pm (UTC)Thanks a whole bunch!!
Re: Sho and Aiba
Date: 2008-10-29 09:41 am (UTC)---
“Sho-chan, I’m so sorry,” Aiba groans, sitting back against the bathroom wall.
“Stop apologizing,” Sho insists, handing Aiba another glass of water. “It’s not like we haven’t been through this, before.”
“But I was drunk the other times!” Aiba protests. “It was manly! There’s nothing manly about having a stomach virus.”
Sho laughs.
“Trust me, you’re not a very manly drunk. Aggressive, maybe.”
“What does that mean?” Aiba asks, squinting against his headache. “Ne, Sho-chan.”
Sho smiles at his friend’s pathetic state, standing up to fix him a wet washcloth.
“I’m aggressive when I drink? What, like, I fight with people?”
“Not exactly.”
“I hate it when Sho-chan’s cryptic.”
“Let’s make a deal,” Sho says, kneeling to put the cloth on Aiba’s forehead. “I’ll be less cryptic, and you stop calling me Sho-chan.”
Aiba frowns for a moment before rephrasing: “What do you mean, then?”
“It’s just,” Sho hesitates, chuckling. “You get a little gay when you drink.”
“Gay? Like what? Like Jun hands?”
“Like Nino and Ohno.”
“Uwaa, that’s bad,” Aiba says, grimacing. “With Jun?”
Sho shakes his head.
“No, no. With me.”
“With Sho-chan?” Aiba repeats.
Sho would correct his speech, but Aiba looks flushed, again.
“Are you going to throw up?” Sho asks.
“I might.”
“Do you want me to leave?”
Aiba grabs Sho’s arm, staring ahead.
“No.”
“Okay…”
“What kind of things have I said to Sho-” Aiba halts. “You?”
“That I’m smart, handsome, whatever. It’s okay Aiba, it doesn’t bother me.”
“It should bother you, though. That kind of thing should bother you.”
“Why?”
Aiba bites his lip, wincing as his headache pulses.
“Because,” Aiba stammers. “If it doesn’t bother you, then how do I stop?”
Sho helps Aiba up off the floor.
“I think you’re getting delirious,” he says. “You should lie down.”
“I’m sorry,” Aiba mumbles.
“It’s okay,” Sho repeats.
He kisses Aiba’s forehead, and it seems like his lips stay there for a long time. Aiba knows, because he holds his breath. Sho leads Aiba back to the bedroom and Aiba falls asleep again in minutes, comforted by the weight of Sho’s body on the edge of the bed. Aiba could swear he hears someone say "Masaki-kun," but it's probably just a dream.
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Date: 2008-10-19 08:19 pm (UTC)And i have to tell you that the Sakumiya your wrote for blood_opal is just *____*
part one
Date: 2008-10-30 06:05 am (UTC)I think there's some interesting Matsumiya moments in there, too, so I hope it's enjoyable ^__^
Also, if you're tracking this, sorry for all the editing XD
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Sho calls it an orgy (with a vague look of horror), but Aiba insists it is a “fivesome.” Jun argues that an odd number will leave someone out.
“It’s Arashi,” Aiba says. “No one gets left out.”
Jun has to admit, pinned under the weight of Ohno and Nino making out in his lap, with Aiba’s hand in his hair and Sho’s lips on his neck, the first word that comes to mind is “belonging.” Sho and Aiba get caught up with each other and Jun looks down, catching Nino’s eye. Nino whispers something in Ohno’s ear and Ohno sits up, dazed, and kisses Jun.
Of course, Jun’s thought about it thousands of times, but never in his fantasies was Nino rubbing at the seam of his jeans while Sho and Aiba crashed into his side with a moan.
“You’re squishing me,” Jun gasps out.
“Sorry!” Sho yelps, surprising the others. “Are you okay?”
Jun laughs, has to laugh, and Aiba quickly joins him. Nino just rolls his eyes and interrupts Jun’s chuckle by tugging up his shirt.
“This orgy has way too many clothes,” Nino complains.
“Fivesome,” Aiba corrects, hands fisting in the back of Ohno’s shirt as he climbs over Jun to bite the side of Aiba’s neck.
“Whatever,” is Nino’s predictable reply, eyes hot and focused on Jun’s as he unbuttons Jun’s pants.
“Everyone has to kiss everyone first,” Aiba rambles, falling on his back with Ohno in his arms. “That’s the rules, remember, the rules, ah!”
“Orgies don’t have rules,” Sho scoffs breath hot against Jun’s ear, hand sliding in to Jun’s boxers just as quickly as Nino can pull his pants down.
“Fivesomes do,” Ohno mumbles against Aiba’s stomach.
Aiba agrees by making a noise somewhere between a squeal and a whimper. Sho surges forward and catches Nino off-guard.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jun groans, watching with half-lidded eyes.
“What am I missing?” Aiba whines.
Jun turns to catch Aiba’s gaze, and finds him with his jeans around his ankles, Ohno’s lips wrapped around his cock. Jun bucks up into Sho’s hand, gasping. Sho pulls away from Nino (who is completely stunned, no matter what he will claim tomorrow) and turns to grin against Jun’s lips.
“Jun likes to watch,” he teases.
Jun quickly meets Sho’s lips, because he prefers to participate. Nino’s weight disappears from his legs and both he and Sho look over, surprised to find Nino pinning Aiba’s wrists down and brushing their lips together slowly. Aiba wriggles and groans and sticks his tongue out, but Nino just pulls back, smiling wickedly.
“Who’s left?” he asks.
Aiba stares up at him for a moment, indignant, before remembering.
“Sho and Ohno,” he answers, arching against Nino’s hold. “Nino and Jun…Aiba and Jun….”
“Come on you two,” Nino gestures. “We have rules, you know.”
“Fuck, Ohno,” Aiba gasps, interrupting. “Have you done this before?”
Ohno sits up, giggling.
“Maybe.”
He quickly turns red under four pairs of eyes.
“What, just me?”
Sho takes this opportunity to get his kiss, hands sliding up under Ohno’s shirt as he goes. Nino grabs Jun’s arm and Jun pulls it back, because he’s quite capable of moving himself. It seems awkward to kiss Aiba like this, with so much anticipation, but, looking down at Aiba’s face, cheeks red, lips swollen, Jun doesn’t mind so much.
“My turn!” Nino sings, tossing Jun on his back.
Jun starts to tell Nino exactly how he feels about being interrupted, but then he realizes that Nino is a very, very, very good kisser, and also that Sho has tugged his boxers away.
“I have the best ideas!” Aiba sighs happily, settling next to Jun and wrapping his hand around Jun’s length.
Jun can only hum in agreement, Nino’s tongue taking detailed inventory of his mouth.
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