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Sho/Jun, PG-13ish
request from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
waxrose, original comment here
Sho hasn’t shoved Jun up against a wall or any other surface the entire night, and it’s starting to drive Jun a little crazy. Sho’s hands are in his hair instead of on his hips and he’s not even fighting Jun on the kiss. When he lifts up Jun’s shirt only to trail feather-light kisses down his stomach, Jun shoves him.
“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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Ohmiya, R, "Alibi" backstory
request fromfont, original comment here
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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Sho/Jun, PG-13ish, follow-up to "Assuming"/pre-cursor to "Good Intentions"?
request fromfont, original comment also here
Jun is a fast learner, and there's a lot to learn in Johnny's if you are a boy who likes Johnnys.
He tries to keep it to tour staff, at first, because that seems simpler, but, after summer break ends, pretty much everyone working the concert is at least thirty.
Doing anything with Juniors seems creepy now that everyone's calling him "senpai," but Jun's favorite backdancer is older than him, so he can't imagine that anyone who stumbles upon them behind the costume racks would really find cute Matsujun in the wrong.
("You start to think of yourself as two people," Tackey tells him.
Jun wonders if he means the celebrity or the secrecy or both. He wonders if there's room for anything else in-between.)
It's easy to find someone, Jun learns, and having someone makes it easier to ignore wanting someone else (because he cannot, cannot, cannot go there, not even in his dreams, because it is not safe).
Jun knows when Sho kisses him after their concert that it's partly because he pities Jun and mostly because he feeds off Jun's admiration.
"Don't indulge me," Jun begs, pushing Sho as far away as he can in the space of the closet.
"It's okay," Sho says, chuckling a little. "We're friends."
"I like someone else," Jun says, and it's mostly true.
Sho is silent, disappointed, and Jun hates him for it, because the reasons are wrong. He opens the door and stumbles into the changing room, freezing when Ohno comes in at the same moment.
"I can't find my pants," Ohno says, forlorn.
Jun shoves past him and into the hallway, unwilling to be anything to anyone tonight.
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Ohmiya, PG for sillyness
request fromfont, original comment also also here
“Could you not come in here while I’m on the toilet?” Nino asks, exasperated.
Ohno blinks at him, and it occurs to Nino that Ohno may not have even noticed he was there.
“I need to brush my teeth,” Ohno says, pointing at the medicine cabinet.
“That can’t wait?”
“Why?”
“WE ARE NOT THIS MARRIED!” Nino yells.
Ohno flees the bathroom with his toothbrush and toothpaste. Nino looks up at the ceiling as if it may have clues as to what exactly is wrong with his boyfriend.
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Ohmiya, PG
request fromlady_gemma, original comment here
When Ohno has his second exhibit, there are more paintings than sculptures. The subject matter is still similar; a lot of hip-hop culture mixed in with caricatures of his friends. Arashi gets to do a walk through before it’s open to the fans, but, of course, Ohno manages to disappear as they look through his work. Matsujun walks back and forth along a wall of graffiti art. Aiba suppresses giggles as Sho tries to explain what “the artist” was trying to convey through a six-foot canvas of a robot walking into the ocean. Nino finds himself frozen in front of one small oil painting; one that doesn’t seem to fit with the rest of the collection. It’s a painting of a messy kitchen, dishes piled in the sink and illegible post-it notes littering the refrigerator. Nino seeks out all the little details and wonders if anyone will notice the deck of cards hidden in the shadow of an open take-out box.
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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Ohno/Jun, PG
request fromakin16sk, original comment here
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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Aiba/Sho, hard R
request from someone secret, original comment here
Aiba lingers in the doorway to Sho’s room, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Sho walks back to him, concerned, because Aiba really has been a bit jumpy tonight (worrisome, considering his normal amount of jumpiness).
“Let’s take a bath,” Aiba says, smiling awkwardly.
Sho laughs.
“What?” Aiba asks.
“Sorry, it’s just that you’re usually in such a rush by now,” Sho answers, teasing.
“Come on, I’ll wash your hair.”
Sho is in the bathroom with his shirt off before Aiba can finish his sentence. “I’ll wash your hair,” really means “I’ll massage your scalp for ten minutes,” and usually Aiba makes Sho beg for that (and since Aiba learned “pretty please with sugar on top,” he makes Sho beg in English).
A short time later, fingers tangled in Sho’s hair, Aiba clears his throat.
“So, I had an idea for an experiment.”
“Mmm?” Sho replies.
“I want you to be open minded.”
“Mmm. Mmmhmm.”
“Because, really, it’s up to you.”
“Mm.”
“But I was thinking maybe, tonight, I’d be on top.”
“Mmmhm.”
“You know, for science!”
“Mhmhmhm,” Sho chuckles for a moment before Aiba’s words sink in.
He opens his mouth to protest, but it only comes out as a moan when Aiba suddenly shifts and starts working on his shoulders.
“I knew you’d agree!” Aiba exclaims.
Tricky little bastard, Sho thinks.
Of course, Sho knows he doesn’t have a good reason to say no. He could delude himself into thinking that he’s holding on to a shred of heterosexuality, but he loves giving Aiba head and Aiba gets more pussy than all of Arashi combined, so it’s pretty much established that they’re both somewhere in the middle.
Sho doesn’t say anything when Aiba releases him to wash off, but Aiba’s too busy giggling at his own soap bubble sculptures to care. When they get out, Sho helps Aiba dry off and Aiba wiggles just to be difficult, because he knows Sho likes getting control of him in the end. Sho has to semi-wrestle him all the way out of the bathroom to the bed where they collapse in a steam-cleaned heap.
“Kiss me,” Aiba asks, breathless.
Sho pulls Aiba towards him, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, and kisses. Aiba tugs at the towel Sho has inexplicably tied around his waist, fingers ghosting over Sho’s thighs. The touch makes Sho jump. Aiba pulls away.
“Don’t be nervous,” he says, face solemn.
Sho smiles and shakes his head.
“Don’t,” Aiba repeats, leaning in again to run his lips across Sho’s jaw line. “I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable.”
Sometimes Sho really hates Aiba’s perceptive moments.
“I just want you to know what it feels like,” Aiba says, pausing to drag his tongue over the sensitive spot by Sho’s ear. “Because it feels so good when you’re inside me.”
Sho’s pretty sure that if his back arches any further he’s going to need Aiba to straighten it out for him.
“You can’t talk like that,” he groans.
“But you like it!”
Sho moans as Aiba emphasizes this point by wrapping his hand around Sho’s erection. Aiba smiles as he kisses a path down Sho’s stomach, feeling him jerk at every touch. He licks a long stripe up the underside of Sho’s cock, looking up at him while he does it. It’s too much for Sho to handle, and he lets his head fall back on his pillow with a helpless pant.
“Oh, just a moment!” Aiba says, jumping up suddenly.
Sho stares up at the ceiling as Aiba rifles through his bedside drawer. He’s not nervous, not at all, because that would be silly. He knows, intellectually, that it can be pleasurable. Obviously, Aiba likes it, and Sho certainly shouldn’t expect Aiba to do anything that he wouldn’t and Oh, God, Aiba’s touching him there. Sho bites his lip and closes his eyes.
“Relax,” Aiba coos.
“How?” Sho asks, desperate.
“Just breathe,” Aiba instructs. “And focus on my other hand,” he adds with an audible grin.
“Okay, okay, okay,” Sho repeats, trying to adjust.
It doesn’t hurt, really, but it feels strange. Aiba’s giggling isn’t really helping, either.
“Stop laughing,” Sho demands, frustrated.
Aiba complies, sucking on the tip of Sho’s cock, and Sho suddenly doesn’t mind the intrusion so much, even when Aiba adds a second finger.
“Fuck, that’s, that’s…” Sho stammers.
Aiba shakes his wrist so that his fingers vibrate inside Sho, and Sho’s done that to Aiba before, and this is what it feels like. Aiba searches and searches, and when Sho suddenly gasps and grabs Aiba’s shoulder, he can’t help but pull back to smile.
“Told you,” Aiba sings.
“Fuck!”
“Please teach me more English,” Aiba says, grinning.
“I love you.”
“I know that one already!”
“Put it in me, now.”
Aiba’s hesitates for only a second, his stunned expression quickly turning wicked.
“Ask nicely.”
Sho grits his teeth and shakes his head. Aiba adds a third finger and Sho shudders, sweat gathering under his back. His mind wants to fight but his body is resolute.
“Pretty please,” Sho growls. “With sugar on top.”
“Yeah,” Aiba laughs. “You’re welcome.”
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Nino/Jun, PGish
request from15th_moon, original comment here
These are things that Nino has never told Jun:
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 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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Sho/Nino, PG-13
request fromferinough, original comment here
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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Ohmiya, very G
request fromcarrotfreak, original comment here
Ohno’s finally looking at that website Jun sent him about healthy weight gain when Nino comes home with a dozen donuts.
“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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Sho/Nino, R
request fromblood_opal, original comment here
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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Nino/Jun, PG-13ish
request fromruisetsuna, original comment here
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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Ohno/Aiba, PG for penises XD
request frommaiaide, original comment here
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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Aiba/Arashi, R for implications
request fromrinalin, original comment here
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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Nino/Jun, R for implications
request fromalexiela, original comment here
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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Nino/Jun, R for implications (I'm all about implying, huh?)
request froma_brokenangel, original comment here
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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Sho/Aiba, PG-13
request fromrininjapan, original comment here
“Don’t drop him!” Nino yells from across the stage.
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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Nino/Jun, R
request from anonymous, original comment here
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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Sho/Aiba, PG-13
request fromiloveqqmcmug, original comment here
“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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Arashi/Arashi, NC-17, epically epic porn (1,924 words orz)
request fromyay_box, original comment here
8/27/15: added to AO3
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.
“We should decide who’s doing who,” Aiba whispers, excited.
Nino pulls away suddenly, coughing.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Ohno has given head to two-fifths of Arashi, now,” Jun observes, refusing to return Sho’s thumbs-up. “I think the time for discussion is over.”
“Well, yeah, but,” Aiba replies, pouting. “I just think we should put it out there.”
“Go for it, Masaki,” Nino says, face fitting neatly in the curve of Jun’s neck as he raises his hips to pull down his pants.
“I want to fuck Sho.”
Sho’s low laugh seems to send a shiver down everyone’s spine.
“Sure,” Sho says. “That’s how it’s going to happen.”
“I call Nino,” Ohno says suddenly, letting Sho fall from his mouth.
Jun and Aiba laugh at Sho’s angry frown.
“Well, obviously,” Nino answers.
Ohno smiles sweetly before turning back to Sho’s cock.
“Nice juxtaposition,” Jun thinks aloud, letting his head fall back. “Nobody wants Jun?”
Aiba pauses trailing his tongue along Jun’s collarbone.
“Don’t you know?” Aiba asks with a sudden, inexplicable hitch in his breath. “Everyone wants Jun.”
Jun has to keep his eyes closed for a little while longer after that, because there’s too much to feel. He isn’t really missing anything, though, since Nino has decided to give him a running commentary.
“You should see it. Ohno’s down on Sho and Sho’s sucking on Aiba and, fuck, Aiba,” Nino curses.
Jun groans at the loss of Aiba’s hand, but smaller fingers quickly replace it.
“Come on, Jun, you’re missing it. I’ll make fun of you forever if you miss it,” Nino murmurs, punctuating by nipping at Jun’s earlobe.
Jun does open his eyes, but, for a moment, he just stares at the ceiling and listens to the sound them all together; their breath, their voices. Cold fingers tease between Jun’s legs and Jun tilts his hips up, encouraging. It’s real, now, Jun thinks. At the same time he realizes he really doesn’t care whose fingers they are.
“It’s okay, right?” Ohno whispers.
Jun hesitates, because he’s not sure who Ohno is asking. Nino’s head moves against Jun’s shoulder and Jun almost smiles at the confirmation. He opens his eyes to find the whole group crowded over him.
“I haven’t done this,” he suddenly stammers.
“Seriously?” Sho laughs.
Aiba smacks him.
“Contrary to popular belief,” Jun breathes, closing his eyes so that he can retain as much composure as possible now that Ohno’s fingers are searching desperately for his prostate. “I don’t bottom.”
“Oh, God, I thought you were going to say you weren’t gay,” Sho replies, still chuckling.
Jun hears another smack and starts to smile when suddenly his back turns to jelly.
“Fuck!”
“Yep,” Aiba sighs, hand trailing down Jun’s stomach. “That’ll do it.”
“Don’t worry,” Nino says, leaning in close as though the others might not be able to hear him. “Ohno’s gentle.”
“Oh,” Jun gasps. “Good.”
“So, basically, no one ever tells me anything,” Sho grumbles.
“Weren’t you threatening me earlier?” Aiba asks, sitting up to block Sho’s view.
“I was, wasn’t I?” Sho says, grinning and tugging Aiba’s hips to his.
Jun really isn’t sure where to look or move, again. Sho gets Aiba on his back so that he’s lying right next to Jun. Aiba looks over and giggles excitedly. Overwhelmed, Jun turns his attention back to Ohno, who seems fascinated with what he’s doing to Jun. Nino watches Ohno, one hand holding up Jun’s knee, lazily stroking himself with the other.
“Guys, it’s really, really good,” Aiba informs them.
“Aiba’s so cute,” Nino says, turning to nuzzle Jun’s neck.
“Are we doing this?” Jun asks, having had enough of the teasing. “We have condoms, right?
“I got it,” Nino says, disappearing from Jun’s side.
“Damn, Nino,” Sho grunts, somewhere to the right. “Thanks.”
“This is ridiculous,” Jun groans, covering his face with his hands.
“Are you ready?” Ohno asks.
Jun looks up, locks eyes with Ohno, and nods. His first whimper is echoed by Aiba, and Jun just knows the bastards are moving in time.
“Fuck, Jun, it’s really big,” Aiba gasps. “I don’t think…I don’t think I can…”
Jun wants to tell Aiba to shut up and let him enjoy himself, but somehow he doesn’t.
“It’s okay,” he says, squeezing Aiba’s hand. “I promise it’ll feel better.”
“Ohno.”
“Sho?”
“Kiss him!” Nino snaps.
Ohno blinks and responds, leaning over to meet Sho’s mouth. Aiba and Jun groan in unison, again, and Jun curses them all. Where the hell is Nino anyway?
Oh.
Nino is kissing his way down Jun’s stomach.
Jun takes back every nasty thing he’s said about the little brat as Nino tongues the tip of his erection (mentally, of course). He buries his fingers in Nino’s hair, the slick heat around his cock and the hot burn inside driving him dangerously close to the edge. Aiba is still squeezing Jun’s other hand, stringing together a long line of English curse words he must have learned from Sho.
“Does it feel good?” Sho asks, all the cool he’s built up over the evening quickly stripping away.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” Aiba chants, nodding violently.
Jun looks up at the ceiling again, feeling them all.
“I love you guys,” Aiba gasps.
Sho shudders. Ohno speeds up and his hand joins Jun’s in Nino’s hair. Jun rocks his hips to meet Ohno’s thrusts, Nino’s lips, Aiba’s mouth on his, Sho’s fingers scratching along his side.
“Too much,” Jun struggles to say, but then he’s coming, and the words don’t make it out.
The aftershocks seem to last forever, until Jun’s suddenly surrounded by his tired, sweaty band mates again, covered in a silence that’s only slightly awkward.
“Nino,” Aiba starts.
“’m good,” Nino mumbles, shaking as he props himself up on his arms. “Sorry about your sheets.”
“It’s okay,” Aiba replies, good-natured. “Why do you think I got a bed this big?”
“In hopes that we might have a fivesome?” Sho guesses.
“Bingo,” Aiba sighs, sinking back into his pillows. “I vote Sho and Ohno clean up.”
“I think Ohno’s asleep,” Nino says.
Jun turns to where Ohno is buried in his neck and bites his cheek.
“Wake up.”
Ohno mumbles, wriggling.
“At least pull out!” Jun says, exasperated.
“Sorry,” Ohno answers, sitting up.
Nino gently tugs Ohno back, smiling knowingly, and Jun finally stretches his legs with a wince. Aiba turns on his side and wraps an arm around Jun’s waist.
“Success!”
“That’s one word for it,” Sho says, standing and stretching.
The other four lazily admire the curve of Sho’s back before Nino shoves Ohno to remind him of his duties. Ohno climbs off the bed and looks through Aiba’s drawers, confused.
“Tissues under the bed,” Aiba says, planting kisses along Jun’s shoulder.
“We used the last of your lube,” Nino grunts, flopping on Aiba’s other side.
“I wonder where the first half went,” Jun muses, shivering a little in the air conditioning.
Aiba chuckles.
“I bet you do.”
“Aiba’s a mimbo,” Nino says. “We all know this.”
“I don’t have to be anymore, though,” Aiba promises. “Not in a fivesome.”
Jun feels the silence. He knows Aiba feels it, too.
“Less talking,” Sho says, smiling as he cleans Nino’s stomach. “More sleeping.”
“Tired,” Ohno echoes, barely able to keep his eyes open as he unceremoniously hands Jun the box of tissues.
“Success,” Aiba repeats, a little quieter.
“Good work Aiba,” Nino agrees, curling to fit Aiba’s back.
Jun smiles and his eyelids are heavy. He drifts in and out for a while, occasionally lying awake to hear the others’ breathing. At least once he’s almost certain that Nino and Ohno are whispering to one another. Sandwiched between Aiba and Sho, though, Jun feels more than anything else like he belongs. It’s good.
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Enjoy!
Sho/Jun, PG-13ish
request from
waxrose, original comment hereSho hasn’t shoved Jun up against a wall or any other surface the entire night, and it’s starting to drive Jun a little crazy. Sho’s hands are in his hair instead of on his hips and he’s not even fighting Jun on the kiss. When he lifts up Jun’s shirt only to trail feather-light kisses down his stomach, Jun shoves him.
“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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Ohmiya, R, "Alibi" backstory
request from
font, original comment hereOhno'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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Sho/Jun, PG-13ish, follow-up to "Assuming"/pre-cursor to "Good Intentions"?
request from
font, original comment also hereJun is a fast learner, and there's a lot to learn in Johnny's if you are a boy who likes Johnnys.
He tries to keep it to tour staff, at first, because that seems simpler, but, after summer break ends, pretty much everyone working the concert is at least thirty.
Doing anything with Juniors seems creepy now that everyone's calling him "senpai," but Jun's favorite backdancer is older than him, so he can't imagine that anyone who stumbles upon them behind the costume racks would really find cute Matsujun in the wrong.
("You start to think of yourself as two people," Tackey tells him.
Jun wonders if he means the celebrity or the secrecy or both. He wonders if there's room for anything else in-between.)
It's easy to find someone, Jun learns, and having someone makes it easier to ignore wanting someone else (because he cannot, cannot, cannot go there, not even in his dreams, because it is not safe).
Jun knows when Sho kisses him after their concert that it's partly because he pities Jun and mostly because he feeds off Jun's admiration.
"Don't indulge me," Jun begs, pushing Sho as far away as he can in the space of the closet.
"It's okay," Sho says, chuckling a little. "We're friends."
"I like someone else," Jun says, and it's mostly true.
Sho is silent, disappointed, and Jun hates him for it, because the reasons are wrong. He opens the door and stumbles into the changing room, freezing when Ohno comes in at the same moment.
"I can't find my pants," Ohno says, forlorn.
Jun shoves past him and into the hallway, unwilling to be anything to anyone tonight.
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Ohmiya, PG for sillyness
request from
font, original comment also also here“Could you not come in here while I’m on the toilet?” Nino asks, exasperated.
Ohno blinks at him, and it occurs to Nino that Ohno may not have even noticed he was there.
“I need to brush my teeth,” Ohno says, pointing at the medicine cabinet.
“That can’t wait?”
“Why?”
“WE ARE NOT THIS MARRIED!” Nino yells.
Ohno flees the bathroom with his toothbrush and toothpaste. Nino looks up at the ceiling as if it may have clues as to what exactly is wrong with his boyfriend.
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Ohmiya, PG
request from
lady_gemma, original comment hereWhen Ohno has his second exhibit, there are more paintings than sculptures. The subject matter is still similar; a lot of hip-hop culture mixed in with caricatures of his friends. Arashi gets to do a walk through before it’s open to the fans, but, of course, Ohno manages to disappear as they look through his work. Matsujun walks back and forth along a wall of graffiti art. Aiba suppresses giggles as Sho tries to explain what “the artist” was trying to convey through a six-foot canvas of a robot walking into the ocean. Nino finds himself frozen in front of one small oil painting; one that doesn’t seem to fit with the rest of the collection. It’s a painting of a messy kitchen, dishes piled in the sink and illegible post-it notes littering the refrigerator. Nino seeks out all the little details and wonders if anyone will notice the deck of cards hidden in the shadow of an open take-out box.
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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Ohno/Jun, PG
request from
akin16sk, original comment hereThey 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.
---
Aiba/Sho, hard R
request from someone secret, original comment here
Aiba lingers in the doorway to Sho’s room, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Sho walks back to him, concerned, because Aiba really has been a bit jumpy tonight (worrisome, considering his normal amount of jumpiness).
“Let’s take a bath,” Aiba says, smiling awkwardly.
Sho laughs.
“What?” Aiba asks.
“Sorry, it’s just that you’re usually in such a rush by now,” Sho answers, teasing.
“Come on, I’ll wash your hair.”
Sho is in the bathroom with his shirt off before Aiba can finish his sentence. “I’ll wash your hair,” really means “I’ll massage your scalp for ten minutes,” and usually Aiba makes Sho beg for that (and since Aiba learned “pretty please with sugar on top,” he makes Sho beg in English).
A short time later, fingers tangled in Sho’s hair, Aiba clears his throat.
“So, I had an idea for an experiment.”
“Mmm?” Sho replies.
“I want you to be open minded.”
“Mmm. Mmmhmm.”
“Because, really, it’s up to you.”
“Mm.”
“But I was thinking maybe, tonight, I’d be on top.”
“Mmmhm.”
“You know, for science!”
“Mhmhmhm,” Sho chuckles for a moment before Aiba’s words sink in.
He opens his mouth to protest, but it only comes out as a moan when Aiba suddenly shifts and starts working on his shoulders.
“I knew you’d agree!” Aiba exclaims.
Tricky little bastard, Sho thinks.
Of course, Sho knows he doesn’t have a good reason to say no. He could delude himself into thinking that he’s holding on to a shred of heterosexuality, but he loves giving Aiba head and Aiba gets more pussy than all of Arashi combined, so it’s pretty much established that they’re both somewhere in the middle.
Sho doesn’t say anything when Aiba releases him to wash off, but Aiba’s too busy giggling at his own soap bubble sculptures to care. When they get out, Sho helps Aiba dry off and Aiba wiggles just to be difficult, because he knows Sho likes getting control of him in the end. Sho has to semi-wrestle him all the way out of the bathroom to the bed where they collapse in a steam-cleaned heap.
“Kiss me,” Aiba asks, breathless.
Sho pulls Aiba towards him, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, and kisses. Aiba tugs at the towel Sho has inexplicably tied around his waist, fingers ghosting over Sho’s thighs. The touch makes Sho jump. Aiba pulls away.
“Don’t be nervous,” he says, face solemn.
Sho smiles and shakes his head.
“Don’t,” Aiba repeats, leaning in again to run his lips across Sho’s jaw line. “I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable.”
Sometimes Sho really hates Aiba’s perceptive moments.
“I just want you to know what it feels like,” Aiba says, pausing to drag his tongue over the sensitive spot by Sho’s ear. “Because it feels so good when you’re inside me.”
Sho’s pretty sure that if his back arches any further he’s going to need Aiba to straighten it out for him.
“You can’t talk like that,” he groans.
“But you like it!”
Sho moans as Aiba emphasizes this point by wrapping his hand around Sho’s erection. Aiba smiles as he kisses a path down Sho’s stomach, feeling him jerk at every touch. He licks a long stripe up the underside of Sho’s cock, looking up at him while he does it. It’s too much for Sho to handle, and he lets his head fall back on his pillow with a helpless pant.
“Oh, just a moment!” Aiba says, jumping up suddenly.
Sho stares up at the ceiling as Aiba rifles through his bedside drawer. He’s not nervous, not at all, because that would be silly. He knows, intellectually, that it can be pleasurable. Obviously, Aiba likes it, and Sho certainly shouldn’t expect Aiba to do anything that he wouldn’t and Oh, God, Aiba’s touching him there. Sho bites his lip and closes his eyes.
“Relax,” Aiba coos.
“How?” Sho asks, desperate.
“Just breathe,” Aiba instructs. “And focus on my other hand,” he adds with an audible grin.
“Okay, okay, okay,” Sho repeats, trying to adjust.
It doesn’t hurt, really, but it feels strange. Aiba’s giggling isn’t really helping, either.
“Stop laughing,” Sho demands, frustrated.
Aiba complies, sucking on the tip of Sho’s cock, and Sho suddenly doesn’t mind the intrusion so much, even when Aiba adds a second finger.
“Fuck, that’s, that’s…” Sho stammers.
Aiba shakes his wrist so that his fingers vibrate inside Sho, and Sho’s done that to Aiba before, and this is what it feels like. Aiba searches and searches, and when Sho suddenly gasps and grabs Aiba’s shoulder, he can’t help but pull back to smile.
“Told you,” Aiba sings.
“Fuck!”
“Please teach me more English,” Aiba says, grinning.
“I love you.”
“I know that one already!”
“Put it in me, now.”
Aiba’s hesitates for only a second, his stunned expression quickly turning wicked.
“Ask nicely.”
Sho grits his teeth and shakes his head. Aiba adds a third finger and Sho shudders, sweat gathering under his back. His mind wants to fight but his body is resolute.
“Pretty please,” Sho growls. “With sugar on top.”
“Yeah,” Aiba laughs. “You’re welcome.”
---
Nino/Jun, PGish
request from
15th_moon, original comment hereThese are things that Nino has never told Jun:
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 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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Sho/Nino, PG-13
request from
ferinough, original comment hereSho 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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Ohmiya, very G
request from
carrotfreak, original comment hereOhno’s finally looking at that website Jun sent him about healthy weight gain when Nino comes home with a dozen donuts.
“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.
---
Sho/Nino, R
request from
blood_opal, original comment hereNino 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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Nino/Jun, PG-13ish
request from
ruisetsuna, original comment hereNino 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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Ohno/Aiba, PG for penises XD
request from
maiaide, original comment hereAiba'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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Aiba/Arashi, R for implications
request from
rinalin, original comment hereSho 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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Nino/Jun, R for implications
request from
alexiela, original comment hereAfter 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.
---
Nino/Jun, R for implications (I'm all about implying, huh?)
request from
a_brokenangel, original comment hereNino 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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Sho/Aiba, PG-13
request from
rininjapan, original comment here“Don’t drop him!” Nino yells from across the stage.
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.
---
Nino/Jun, R
request from anonymous, original comment here
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.
---
Sho/Aiba, PG-13
request from
iloveqqmcmug, original comment here“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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Arashi/Arashi, NC-17, epically epic porn (1,924 words orz)
request from
yay_box, original comment here8/27/15: added to AO3
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.
“We should decide who’s doing who,” Aiba whispers, excited.
Nino pulls away suddenly, coughing.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Ohno has given head to two-fifths of Arashi, now,” Jun observes, refusing to return Sho’s thumbs-up. “I think the time for discussion is over.”
“Well, yeah, but,” Aiba replies, pouting. “I just think we should put it out there.”
“Go for it, Masaki,” Nino says, face fitting neatly in the curve of Jun’s neck as he raises his hips to pull down his pants.
“I want to fuck Sho.”
Sho’s low laugh seems to send a shiver down everyone’s spine.
“Sure,” Sho says. “That’s how it’s going to happen.”
“I call Nino,” Ohno says suddenly, letting Sho fall from his mouth.
Jun and Aiba laugh at Sho’s angry frown.
“Well, obviously,” Nino answers.
Ohno smiles sweetly before turning back to Sho’s cock.
“Nice juxtaposition,” Jun thinks aloud, letting his head fall back. “Nobody wants Jun?”
Aiba pauses trailing his tongue along Jun’s collarbone.
“Don’t you know?” Aiba asks with a sudden, inexplicable hitch in his breath. “Everyone wants Jun.”
Jun has to keep his eyes closed for a little while longer after that, because there’s too much to feel. He isn’t really missing anything, though, since Nino has decided to give him a running commentary.
“You should see it. Ohno’s down on Sho and Sho’s sucking on Aiba and, fuck, Aiba,” Nino curses.
Jun groans at the loss of Aiba’s hand, but smaller fingers quickly replace it.
“Come on, Jun, you’re missing it. I’ll make fun of you forever if you miss it,” Nino murmurs, punctuating by nipping at Jun’s earlobe.
Jun does open his eyes, but, for a moment, he just stares at the ceiling and listens to the sound them all together; their breath, their voices. Cold fingers tease between Jun’s legs and Jun tilts his hips up, encouraging. It’s real, now, Jun thinks. At the same time he realizes he really doesn’t care whose fingers they are.
“It’s okay, right?” Ohno whispers.
Jun hesitates, because he’s not sure who Ohno is asking. Nino’s head moves against Jun’s shoulder and Jun almost smiles at the confirmation. He opens his eyes to find the whole group crowded over him.
“I haven’t done this,” he suddenly stammers.
“Seriously?” Sho laughs.
Aiba smacks him.
“Contrary to popular belief,” Jun breathes, closing his eyes so that he can retain as much composure as possible now that Ohno’s fingers are searching desperately for his prostate. “I don’t bottom.”
“Oh, God, I thought you were going to say you weren’t gay,” Sho replies, still chuckling.
Jun hears another smack and starts to smile when suddenly his back turns to jelly.
“Fuck!”
“Yep,” Aiba sighs, hand trailing down Jun’s stomach. “That’ll do it.”
“Don’t worry,” Nino says, leaning in close as though the others might not be able to hear him. “Ohno’s gentle.”
“Oh,” Jun gasps. “Good.”
“So, basically, no one ever tells me anything,” Sho grumbles.
“Weren’t you threatening me earlier?” Aiba asks, sitting up to block Sho’s view.
“I was, wasn’t I?” Sho says, grinning and tugging Aiba’s hips to his.
Jun really isn’t sure where to look or move, again. Sho gets Aiba on his back so that he’s lying right next to Jun. Aiba looks over and giggles excitedly. Overwhelmed, Jun turns his attention back to Ohno, who seems fascinated with what he’s doing to Jun. Nino watches Ohno, one hand holding up Jun’s knee, lazily stroking himself with the other.
“Guys, it’s really, really good,” Aiba informs them.
“Aiba’s so cute,” Nino says, turning to nuzzle Jun’s neck.
“Are we doing this?” Jun asks, having had enough of the teasing. “We have condoms, right?
“I got it,” Nino says, disappearing from Jun’s side.
“Damn, Nino,” Sho grunts, somewhere to the right. “Thanks.”
“This is ridiculous,” Jun groans, covering his face with his hands.
“Are you ready?” Ohno asks.
Jun looks up, locks eyes with Ohno, and nods. His first whimper is echoed by Aiba, and Jun just knows the bastards are moving in time.
“Fuck, Jun, it’s really big,” Aiba gasps. “I don’t think…I don’t think I can…”
Jun wants to tell Aiba to shut up and let him enjoy himself, but somehow he doesn’t.
“It’s okay,” he says, squeezing Aiba’s hand. “I promise it’ll feel better.”
“Ohno.”
“Sho?”
“Kiss him!” Nino snaps.
Ohno blinks and responds, leaning over to meet Sho’s mouth. Aiba and Jun groan in unison, again, and Jun curses them all. Where the hell is Nino anyway?
Oh.
Nino is kissing his way down Jun’s stomach.
Jun takes back every nasty thing he’s said about the little brat as Nino tongues the tip of his erection (mentally, of course). He buries his fingers in Nino’s hair, the slick heat around his cock and the hot burn inside driving him dangerously close to the edge. Aiba is still squeezing Jun’s other hand, stringing together a long line of English curse words he must have learned from Sho.
“Does it feel good?” Sho asks, all the cool he’s built up over the evening quickly stripping away.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” Aiba chants, nodding violently.
Jun looks up at the ceiling again, feeling them all.
“I love you guys,” Aiba gasps.
Sho shudders. Ohno speeds up and his hand joins Jun’s in Nino’s hair. Jun rocks his hips to meet Ohno’s thrusts, Nino’s lips, Aiba’s mouth on his, Sho’s fingers scratching along his side.
“Too much,” Jun struggles to say, but then he’s coming, and the words don’t make it out.
The aftershocks seem to last forever, until Jun’s suddenly surrounded by his tired, sweaty band mates again, covered in a silence that’s only slightly awkward.
“Nino,” Aiba starts.
“’m good,” Nino mumbles, shaking as he props himself up on his arms. “Sorry about your sheets.”
“It’s okay,” Aiba replies, good-natured. “Why do you think I got a bed this big?”
“In hopes that we might have a fivesome?” Sho guesses.
“Bingo,” Aiba sighs, sinking back into his pillows. “I vote Sho and Ohno clean up.”
“I think Ohno’s asleep,” Nino says.
Jun turns to where Ohno is buried in his neck and bites his cheek.
“Wake up.”
Ohno mumbles, wriggling.
“At least pull out!” Jun says, exasperated.
“Sorry,” Ohno answers, sitting up.
Nino gently tugs Ohno back, smiling knowingly, and Jun finally stretches his legs with a wince. Aiba turns on his side and wraps an arm around Jun’s waist.
“Success!”
“That’s one word for it,” Sho says, standing and stretching.
The other four lazily admire the curve of Sho’s back before Nino shoves Ohno to remind him of his duties. Ohno climbs off the bed and looks through Aiba’s drawers, confused.
“Tissues under the bed,” Aiba says, planting kisses along Jun’s shoulder.
“We used the last of your lube,” Nino grunts, flopping on Aiba’s other side.
“I wonder where the first half went,” Jun muses, shivering a little in the air conditioning.
Aiba chuckles.
“I bet you do.”
“Aiba’s a mimbo,” Nino says. “We all know this.”
“I don’t have to be anymore, though,” Aiba promises. “Not in a fivesome.”
Jun feels the silence. He knows Aiba feels it, too.
“Less talking,” Sho says, smiling as he cleans Nino’s stomach. “More sleeping.”
“Tired,” Ohno echoes, barely able to keep his eyes open as he unceremoniously hands Jun the box of tissues.
“Success,” Aiba repeats, a little quieter.
“Good work Aiba,” Nino agrees, curling to fit Aiba’s back.
Jun smiles and his eyelids are heavy. He drifts in and out for a while, occasionally lying awake to hear the others’ breathing. At least once he’s almost certain that Nino and Ohno are whispering to one another. Sandwiched between Aiba and Sho, though, Jun feels more than anything else like he belongs. It’s good.
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Date: 2008-10-30 10:36 am (UTC)Your fics...makes me sputter rainbows ♥
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Date: 2008-11-03 11:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-30 11:19 am (UTC)But my favorite has got to be the last one. Love it. ♥
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Date: 2008-11-03 11:06 am (UTC)I'm happy with the last one, I always wanted to try Arashi/Arashi!
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Date: 2008-11-05 07:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-30 02:46 pm (UTC)YES I DO!
\o/\o/\o/
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Date: 2008-11-03 11:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-30 04:55 pm (UTC)I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOU. NEVER STOP. ♥
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Date: 2008-11-03 11:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-30 06:57 pm (UTC)It's a collection of awesomeness!!!♥♥♥
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Date: 2008-11-03 11:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-30 10:25 pm (UTC):DDD
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Date: 2008-11-03 11:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-31 12:46 am (UTC)This is great :'D<3
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Date: 2008-11-03 11:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-31 01:33 am (UTC)*the ded remembers to memories it ... then dies again* - ^____^ happy halloween
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Date: 2008-11-03 11:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-02 02:09 pm (UTC)Thank you for writing this! I loved this too much. This is going straight to the memories, and I had such a good time reading this.
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Date: 2008-11-03 11:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-03 12:39 pm (UTC)my brain just exploded all over my laptop.
you are the master of implied sex.
and arashi sex in general. lol.
“Gay? Like what? Like Jun hands?”
“Like Nino and Ohno.”
Best. thing. ever.
<3
Shan
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Date: 2008-11-03 02:59 pm (UTC)Love the snark there by the way. I was laughing my head off at the Nino-sleeping-with-Jun-AGAIN. Hahahahaha!
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Date: 2008-11-03 05:26 pm (UTC)whomever had the idea to request these things..i'm glad.
cause these are so good...and so them, -nod-.
this is so awesome~~ memming.
-bows-
thanks for sharing.
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Date: 2008-11-04 11:48 am (UTC)..And I found out that I LOVE YOUR WRITING LIKE WOAH. So I'm memory-ing this for future fic cravings!
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Date: 2008-11-04 05:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-13 05:41 am (UTC)so apparently i'm late here
but i don't know quite how to express my love for you right now. ;-;
i love your sho by the way. <3 ;-;
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Date: 2008-11-17 08:24 am (UTC)DREAMTHE WIN! Epic pron is epic, and the last line is actually kind of sweet even in the face of all that porntasticness. I love how all Jun wants is to belong <3 Also, there are too many good lines in the 20 fics to quote, but "gay like Jun hands" totally kills me.no subject
Date: 2009-10-11 12:32 am (UTC)But the prequel for alibi is... :(((((((
I lolololove how you write. Really. Like. Wow.
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Date: 2012-10-06 01:24 am (UTC)