Ahaha, creepy comment is win. I will write you these ^__^
As for #2, I actually have written "last month, after Kyoko's party," but I didn't include it because I didn't think it "fit" anywhere. However, since you're interested, here 'tis!
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Ohno's decided to get ridiculous drunk, and Nino hates that, because he won't be stopped, and Nino always ends up getting him home. If Nino were honest with himself, he'd say that Sho, Aiba, or even Jun would be happy to do it, and that he actually defends his job against them, but Nino's not terribly honest, these days.
Nino has a little place in the city just for these occasions, so that’s where they end up. Ohno’s laughing and drawling something about what happened at rehearsal the other night while Nino tries to coax him out of his jacket. Ohno drags Nino into bed with him and Nino grunts, adjusting.
"Nino is so good at taking care of me!" Ohno sighs, nose buried in Nino's hair.
"It’s not hard to be helpful when you can’t even walk," Nino mumbles, resting for a moment and strategizing as to how he's going to get Ohno to take a shower.
“I know, I know, I know,” Ohno apologizes, rambling. “I’m not supposed to drink like that in public, right? Anyone could take me home. Nino’s so good to take me home.”
Nino really doesn't want to go there, so he tries to move out of Ohno's arms, but, suddenly, Ohno dips down and kisses his neck. Nino freezes, not sure if he really felt it, but then Ohno's mouth is wet against Nino’s skin and he shudders. Ohno shifts so he's on top of Nino. Nino doesn't move.
"I can do this for you, can't I?" Ohno asks, kissing his way up Nino's jaw line.
Nino doesn't answer, can't answer, he just stares up at the ceiling. Ohno's lips meet his and a cold chill runs up his spine. He doesn't kiss back, really, but he does move his head, and he does open his mouth. Ohno's hands come up under three layers of clothing and they're freezing, but Nino doesn't push him away, even though he's heavy against Nino's thighs and the alcohol on his breath is overwhelming. Ohno starts rubbing at Nino through his jeans and Nino cringes, sick with himself for doing nothing.
"I know this is what you want," Ohno says, drawing out his syllables. "This'll make it better right? This is what you want, isn't it?"
Nino bats Ohno's hand away, face burning. He grabs Ohno's shoulders, trying to get Ohno to kiss him again and shut up. Ohno does, for a while. It's sloppy and it’s not making anything better, Nino knows, but some part of him wants this. It’s the same sad part of him that screamed to take Ohno here instead of to his home.
"I'm going to throw up," Ohno mumbles, sitting up.
Nino shoves Ohno off of him and, mercifully, he manages to stumble to the bathroom. Nino lays on his back with his arms spread wide, catching his breath. Eventually, he gets up and goes to the bathroom. He fixes a warm washcloth and sits next to Ohno, holding it on the back of Ohno’s neck while he leans over the toilet. Ohno is crying and apologizing between heaves but Nino doesn't really hear him. He's numb. He's tired. He's on autopilot as he cleans up after Ohno and leads him back to bed. This time, he doesn't try to get Ohno to undress, just urges him under the covers and turns out the light.
Nino sits in the living room of the apartment for an hour before deciding to drive home. When he gets there, his mom is asleep on the sofa, and Virtua Fighter 5 is still on pause. Nino goes into his bathroom and sits in the empty tub, like he used to when he was little and he wanted to be alone. Only now, he’s hiding from much bigger things.
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timeasmymeasure
Re: this comment is really creepy. i am taken aback by its creepiness.
Date: 2008-10-17 04:26 am (UTC)As for #2, I actually have written "last month, after Kyoko's party," but I didn't include it because I didn't think it "fit" anywhere. However, since you're interested, here 'tis!
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Ohno's decided to get ridiculous drunk, and Nino hates that, because he won't be stopped, and Nino always ends up getting him home. If Nino were honest with himself, he'd say that Sho, Aiba, or even Jun would be happy to do it, and that he actually defends his job against them, but Nino's not terribly honest, these days.
Nino has a little place in the city just for these occasions, so that’s where they end up. Ohno’s laughing and drawling something about what happened at rehearsal the other night while Nino tries to coax him out of his jacket. Ohno drags Nino into bed with him and Nino grunts, adjusting.
"Nino is so good at taking care of me!" Ohno sighs, nose buried in Nino's hair.
"It’s not hard to be helpful when you can’t even walk," Nino mumbles, resting for a moment and strategizing as to how he's going to get Ohno to take a shower.
“I know, I know, I know,” Ohno apologizes, rambling. “I’m not supposed to drink like that in public, right? Anyone could take me home. Nino’s so good to take me home.”
Nino really doesn't want to go there, so he tries to move out of Ohno's arms, but, suddenly, Ohno dips down and kisses his neck. Nino freezes, not sure if he really felt it, but then Ohno's mouth is wet against Nino’s skin and he shudders. Ohno shifts so he's on top of Nino. Nino doesn't move.
"I can do this for you, can't I?" Ohno asks, kissing his way up Nino's jaw line.
Nino doesn't answer, can't answer, he just stares up at the ceiling. Ohno's lips meet his and a cold chill runs up his spine. He doesn't kiss back, really, but he does move his head, and he does open his mouth. Ohno's hands come up under three layers of clothing and they're freezing, but Nino doesn't push him away, even though he's heavy against Nino's thighs and the alcohol on his breath is overwhelming. Ohno starts rubbing at Nino through his jeans and Nino cringes, sick with himself for doing nothing.
"I know this is what you want," Ohno says, drawing out his syllables. "This'll make it better right? This is what you want, isn't it?"
Nino bats Ohno's hand away, face burning. He grabs Ohno's shoulders, trying to get Ohno to kiss him again and shut up. Ohno does, for a while. It's sloppy and it’s not making anything better, Nino knows, but some part of him wants this. It’s the same sad part of him that screamed to take Ohno here instead of to his home.
"I'm going to throw up," Ohno mumbles, sitting up.
Nino shoves Ohno off of him and, mercifully, he manages to stumble to the bathroom. Nino lays on his back with his arms spread wide, catching his breath. Eventually, he gets up and goes to the bathroom. He fixes a warm washcloth and sits next to Ohno, holding it on the back of Ohno’s neck while he leans over the toilet. Ohno is crying and apologizing between heaves but Nino doesn't really hear him. He's numb. He's tired. He's on autopilot as he cleans up after Ohno and leads him back to bed. This time, he doesn't try to get Ohno to undress, just urges him under the covers and turns out the light.
Nino sits in the living room of the apartment for an hour before deciding to drive home. When he gets there, his mom is asleep on the sofa, and Virtua Fighter 5 is still on pause. Nino goes into his bathroom and sits in the empty tub, like he used to when he was little and he wanted to be alone. Only now, he’s hiding from much bigger things.