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cupcake4mafiaThese are all really old o_o
I decided to give myself a little WIP/drabble amnesty day and post some Arashi ficlets that have been waiting around. I hope there is some amusement to be found!
Disclaimer: In no way do I claim the following is/has/will happen. This is only fiction written for fun.
Title: Taste
Pairing: Jun/Sho, Jun/Ohno
Rating: Rish
Note: aftermath of this fic, Jun's POV
Jun lights his cigarette and takes a long drag, but the taste doesn’t go away. He leans over the edge of his balcony and looks down, down, down. He imagines dropping his cigarette and watching the glow shrink and disappear in the city lights. He imagines himself shrinking and disappearing.
Sho’s still sleeping on the couch when Jun comes in. Jun perches on the edge of a cushion and frowns down at his friend’s disheveled figure. Sighing, he tugs on Sho’s arm until Sho grumbles and shuffles along to the bathroom. Sho stays mostly unconscious as Jun cleans him up, occasionally muttering a “thank you.” Jun puts him in the far end of his double bed and goes back to the living room to assess the damage.
Piles of clothing are nothing new, but Jun cringes at what might possibly be a cum stain on his plush carpeting. He goes to the kitchen and fetches gloves and bleach to clean it up, whatever it is. He scrubs harder than he really needs to.
A loud chime startles Jun from his cleaning. He takes off his gloves and digs through his discarded jeans for his cell phone.
“r u okay?” Nino’s text reads. “riida doesnt answer”
Jun sits back, resting his elbows on his knees, and looks around his apartment. He can hear the faint sound of Sho snoring in the next room. His fingers clench around his cell phone. He grits his teeth against the taste, but it’s still there.
It may never go away.
---
Title: Crash
Pairing: Ohmiya, Sakumiya (if that's how you like it)
Rating: PG
Nino’s been “crashing” at Sho’s apartment for almost a week now. He stays up late playing video games. He makes food for himself in the kitchen and leaves all the ingredients out to spoil. He uses Sho’s towels and leaves them hanging wet. He hardly speaks, except to occasionally interrupt Sho’s reading to ask “Is this your card?”
“This is the last time I’m waking you up,” Sho warns, giving Nino’s shoulder a shove. “We have to leave here in ten minutes.”
“Have to?”
“Yes, have to; as in must, as in contractually obligated-”
“I should just quit,” Nino mumbles.
It’s determined, not sullen, and it scares Sho.
“What are you talking about?” he asks, kneeling next to the couch. “No one is quitting.”
“One of us has to quit, right?” Nino asks with a strange smile. “It doesn’t make any sense for Ohno to quit. He’s the voice.”
“No one is quitting Arashi,” Sho says, emphasizing every syllable as he tugs Nino up into a seated slouch. “You’re going to work today, and you and Ohno will have matching chin fuzz, and you’ll crawl all over each other like you always do.”
“He told me to stop touching him.”
Sho is silent for a moment, studying Nino’s face. It’s unreadable, as usual.
“Were you on the subway?” Sho asks.
Nino shakes his head, frowning.
“If other people are around, it’s okay,” Nino explains, voice dry and tired. “But if we’re alone, he doesn’t want me to touch him.”
Sho and Nino sit side by side on Sho’s couch for well past ten minutes, staring into space. Sho reaches over and laces his fingers with Nino’s, squeezing his friend’s hand.
“It could be that he just-” Sho begins, thoughtful.
“Don’t,” Nino interrupts. “I’m done with it.”
Sho’s cell phone buzzes in his pocket, but he doesn’t move his hand away.
“Well, you can touch me anytime,” Sho offers.
Nino finally meets Sho’s eyes and is unable to hold back a snort of laughter.
“That’s very kind of you,” he drawls, digging his tee-shirt out from the cushions and pulling it over his head. “Okay, look. I'm ready.”
---
Title: Dinner at Eight
Pairing: Ohmiya, Pin
Rating: PG-13
Note: This was going to go somewhere down the line in Alibi-verse, but it doesn't fit anymore. It's a weird bit, guys, idek.
Jun invites Nino to what Nino can only call “ladies night” after they break out the Cosmopolitans. He isn’t too surprised when Yamapi follows Jin through the door with a shrug, but considering the way Tegoshi fawns over Jun’s every word, Nino would love to know what favors the kid had to cash in on to get Ryo to bring him along. The conversation turns to company gossip within a few short minutes, and no one really seems to notice Nino downing his pink drink in one gulp before restlessly shuffling his cards in his lap.
“Wait, wait, Tegoshi,” Ryo starts, nearly bouncing. “Tell them about Shige yesterday.”
“Who gives a fuck about Shige?” Jin murmurs into his drink.
Ryo frowns at Jin as best he can with his mouth still half-open. Yamapi scratches his head and scrunches his nose before interrupting,
“Can we smoke in here?”
“No,” Ryo and Jin answer in unison.
Jun smiles to himself over the rim of his glass.
Nino trades his deck of cards for a pack of cigarettes, nodding towards the balcony as he stands. Yamapi follows him outside and they shut the sliding door against another round of laughter at Tegoshi's expense.
“Queens,” Yamapi sighs, lighting up.
Nino chuckles as he leans his elbows on the railing and look down into the street. Yamapi lies back in the lone patio chair behind him, tapping his foot.
“No Ohno?” he asks, after a moment of silence.
“It’s not really his scene,” Nino answers, looking over his shoulder.
“It’s not really yours either,” Yamapi observes.
“Are you just here with Jin?”
“I’m never invited, but everyone assumes I’ll be there. It’s kind of worth it to watch Jun hold court,” Yamapi answers with a small smile.
Nino turns and rests his back on the railing, watching through the glass door as the others indulge Tegoshi and let him act out the dirt on Shige (either there was a lot of rope climbing and small spaces involved, or Tegoshi’s a terrible mime). He guesses this is the only drinking-aged crowd left that still finds Jun scary and mysterious.
“Can I ask you some horribly invasive personal questions?”
Nino takes a long drag of his cigarette before answering,
“Only if I get to return the favor.”
“Deal,” Yamapi says, eyes following their smoke upwards. “How did the rest of Arashi take it?”
“Okay, I guess. We survived.”
Yamapi watches Nino expectantly until he elaborates.
“Aiba was upset, like I didn’t trust him enough to tell him. You know Aiba.”
“Kind of.”
“Sho was okay. Surprised, mostly. I think he doesn’t really know how to talk about it.”
“And Jun?”
“I don’t know. Ohno handled that. It was weird for a while and then, out of nowhere, he tells me ‘it’s okay.’ I guess it was different because Jun is gay? I don’t know. It was weird.”
“I see.”
“What about you?” Nino asks, putting out his cigarette in Jun’s skull ashtray and pulling another out of the pack.
“Everyone in NEWS knows that we live together,” Yamapi starts, staring intently at the dying end of his cigarette. “I don’t know if they all really get it, though. Ryo and Tego do. KAT-TUN, they all know. Koki really loves to bring it up whenever I see him.”
“Have you had a chance to tell Tackey?”
Yamapi grins at Nino, all teeth.
“I fail to see the connection.”
“We were all young once.”
"My turn then. How far did he get with you?"
“I escaped with my innocence intact. I heard you kneed him in the crotch once, though.”
"Is that your next question?"
“No," Nino pauses, thoughtful. "Why did Jin go to America? Jun doesn’t know and it drives him crazy.”
“I don’t know, either,” Yamapi answers, face blank as he reaches over to crush his cigarette in the ashtray.
Nino studies Yamapi for a while before nodding.
“Do you ever sleep with other people?” Yamapi asks, expression still guarded.
“No.”
“He doesn’t either?”
“Not as far as I know.”
“That’s good,” Yamapi replies, nodding to himself. “Jin and I are kind of phasing it out. Right now, we only do it if it’s a threesome. I guess that’s better.”
Nino tries to wrap his brain around this and realizes that he cannot.
“I guess so,” he echoes, shuffling his feet.
“Ryo fangirls over you more than Jun these days,” Yamapi says, sliding into a lopsided grin.
“All of his idols are turning out kind of gay,” Nino laughs. “He should look into that.”
---
Untitled
Pairing: Machida/Ohno
Rating: G
Machida searches the aisles of Don Quixote until he finds Ohno standing in the clothing section with a different package of socks in each hand, eyes darting helplessly between the two. He stops short of berating Ohno for getting lost, asking instead:
“What kind do you usually get?”
“I don’t know,” Ohno mumbles. “My mom buys them.”
Machida watches the sad scene for only a few more seconds before snatching the bag out of Ohno’s left hand and tossing it in their cart.
“Come on,” he grunts, “We have to get toilet paper.”
Still, he finds himself leading Ohno with a gentle hand on his back. It’s a little scary how simple things like this mess with the dynamic of their relationship. Ohno’s always been the one who makes the decisions, like quitting school and going to Kyoto. Machida didn’t know he’d lose his leader as soon as they left home.
---
Untitled
Pairing: Aimiya
Rating: Rish
Note: That time![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
font told me to write some Aimiya <3
“Jun is so in love with you, you know,” Nino says, wincing as he assesses his out-of-tune guitar. “It’s pretty gross.”
“I think it’s sweet!”
Aiba is lying on the couch, attempting to balance an empty beer can on his nose. Nino frowns at his nonchalance.
“It doesn’t make you feel awkward even a little bit?”
“Nope.”
Aiba sits up and rests his chin on his knees, grinning as Nino starts to strum a few chords.
“Your crush doesn’t bother me either,” he says.
Nino misses a string and curses.
“That’s probably because it’s a figment of your imagination.”
Aiba doesn’t reply, listening patiently to Nino’s aimless playing. The back of Nino’s neck burns, but he still sings, because he said he would.
“I really like the song,” Aiba tells him. “Are you going to do it in concert?”
Nino shrugs, holding more tightly to the neck of the guitar than he’d like as Aiba stretches and lies back on the couch.
“I think it would be okay, you know,” Aiba says. “Jun’s not really serious. We wouldn’t hurt his feelings.”
“I don’t want to just,” Nino starts, still gripping the guitar for balance. “It’s not like when we were kids. I’m not looking to get off.”
Aiba turns and looks at Nino, and his hair is a mess, and he’s sprawled out over Nino’s couch with his shirt riding up and one hand on his hip, and Nino’s stomach churns at how real and scary it is.
“You don’t think I’m serious?” Aiba asks. “How often do you think I sleep with men?”
“Fuck, Aiba, I can’t have this discussion,” Nino mumbles, setting his guitar down and sitting in front of the TV.
“You’re going to play?”
Nino picks up his controller and takes the game out of pause. Aiba watches quietly through sounds of gunshots.
“Go left, there’s a shortcut.”
“I know what I’m doing!” Nino snaps.
“You don’t know what you’re doing. I said I want to sleep with you and you’re playing Metal Gear,” Aiba grumbles, getting off the couch and rummaging for his jacket.
Nino throws the controller against the floor and Aiba freezes. They watch the screen fade to red as his character is shot to death.
“I wanted it to be my decision,” Nino says.
“It still is.”
“I’m not Jun, you know.”
“I know. I promise you can still bully me even if we have sex.”
Nino bites his lip and analyzes something in the space between them.
“Liar," he says. "You wouldn’t be scared of me anymore,”
“I never really was,” Aiba admits, smiling fondly.
Nino looks up at him and groans, immediately turning away.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK. Fine. Let’s do this,” Nino grunts, standing up.
Aiba holds his hand on the way to the bedroom, and he pretends he doesn’t need it.
---
Untitled
Pairing: Junba
Rating: PG
Note: I vaguely remember writing this, but I don't remember why. It's so sad :[
Jun collects the little mementos all together, the remnants of their failed experiment, and packs them away under his bed. He knows sleeping on top of all that baggage can’t be good for him. It’s the kind of thing his grandmother wouldn’t be able to stand; like sleeping across from a mirror, something else Jun still does.
Aiba moved it to the corner one night so they could see themselves. Jun thinks that’s all Aiba ever really wanted, the image of being together.
---
Title: The One With Daigo
Pairing: Daigo Stardust/Arashi
Rating: R
Note: I did this for one of the anon memes ages ago and forgot to ever reveal myself. How could I do that? It's DAIGO for kuraimu sake. I'm proud of this one (even if I was being such an insufferable Ohmiya stan).
Aiba’s head falls back against the cushion of the karaoke booth’s sofa. His fingers tangle in soft hair, gently urging. He looks down (he keeps trying to look down, even though it’s too much every time) and sees gloved hands splayed over his thighs, full lips and the questioning arch of an eyebrow.
“I’m sorry, I think I’m,” Aiba stammers. “I’m kind of pretending you’re a girl. I’m sorry, it’s, like, you’re still you, but you’re also a girl.”
Daigo slides his mouth up Aiba’s length and leaves his lips hovering near the tip as he pouts thoughtfully.
“Do I have nice breasts?” he asks.
“You have AMAZING breasts,” Aiba breathes, sincere.
“It’s fine then,” Daigo decides with a shrug, one hand moving to cup Aiba’s balls.
Aiba’s hips jerk at the feeling of leather against sensitive skin and he groans, eyes fluttering shut.
...
Jun is staring at an oversized skull ring, probably trying to remember what all of his other oversized skull rings look like and how he might justify adding this to his collection, when Daigo is suddenly centimeters behind him, breath hot on his neck.
“I’m going to try these on,” he says, holding up something black and sparkly in Jun’s peripheral vision.
Daigo disappears just as quickly as he came. Jun leans against the counter for a moment, recovering, and realizes that the shop assistant has disappeared. He sets the ring back on the display and peeks down the stairs to see a busload of teenagers on the main floor. He almost laughs. Leaving anyone other than himself and Daigo Stardust alone with this kind of high-end merchandise could be a disaster.
“What do you think?”
Jun turns and sees Daigo leaning in the doorway of the spacious single dressing room, wearing a pair of dark-washed jeans, destroyed in parts and embroidered with intricate silver fleur de lis in others, and nothing else.
"Maybe a little too gay-looking?" Daigo asks.
The answer he gets is Jun shoving him back into the dressing room, up against what might be an antique mirror, and crushing their lips together.
"You can't buy these jeans," Jun growls, a few minutes later. "They're too fucking hard to unbutton."
...
It’s almost four in the morning when Nino finally makes a move. They’ve been drinking all night and Nino can’t play his guitar anymore, so he sets it to the side and crawls into Daigo’s lap. Daigo’s hands instantly find Nino’s hips, but he can’t help but steal a glance at Ohno, half-dozing against the couch.
“He already said it’s okay,” Nino murmurs against Daigo’s lips. “It’s still okay, right?”
“It’s okay,” Ohno says, nodding slowly.
Daigo can’t quite read the look in Ohno’s eye, but he has a lapful of drunk horny fan-boy to deal with, and there’s really only one way to do that. Ohno moves behind Daigo, reaching around to run his fingers through Nino’s hair, and Nino looks up, bleary-eyed, beyond Daigo’s shoulder into Ohno’s eyes, while his lips move slow and practiced over Daigo’s cock.
Daigo then realizes that this has nothing to do with him.
...
The elevator door closes and Daigo leans heavily into Sho, making him stumble against the wall.
“At least let me get drunk, first,” Sho chuckles, as though it's a joke.
“Of course,” Daigo promises, smiling wide.
Sho takes time, but Sho’s always worth it.
I decided to give myself a little WIP/drabble amnesty day and post some Arashi ficlets that have been waiting around. I hope there is some amusement to be found!
Disclaimer: In no way do I claim the following is/has/will happen. This is only fiction written for fun.
Title: Taste
Pairing: Jun/Sho, Jun/Ohno
Rating: Rish
Note: aftermath of this fic, Jun's POV
Jun lights his cigarette and takes a long drag, but the taste doesn’t go away. He leans over the edge of his balcony and looks down, down, down. He imagines dropping his cigarette and watching the glow shrink and disappear in the city lights. He imagines himself shrinking and disappearing.
Sho’s still sleeping on the couch when Jun comes in. Jun perches on the edge of a cushion and frowns down at his friend’s disheveled figure. Sighing, he tugs on Sho’s arm until Sho grumbles and shuffles along to the bathroom. Sho stays mostly unconscious as Jun cleans him up, occasionally muttering a “thank you.” Jun puts him in the far end of his double bed and goes back to the living room to assess the damage.
Piles of clothing are nothing new, but Jun cringes at what might possibly be a cum stain on his plush carpeting. He goes to the kitchen and fetches gloves and bleach to clean it up, whatever it is. He scrubs harder than he really needs to.
A loud chime startles Jun from his cleaning. He takes off his gloves and digs through his discarded jeans for his cell phone.
“r u okay?” Nino’s text reads. “riida doesnt answer”
Jun sits back, resting his elbows on his knees, and looks around his apartment. He can hear the faint sound of Sho snoring in the next room. His fingers clench around his cell phone. He grits his teeth against the taste, but it’s still there.
It may never go away.
---
Title: Crash
Pairing: Ohmiya, Sakumiya (if that's how you like it)
Rating: PG
Nino’s been “crashing” at Sho’s apartment for almost a week now. He stays up late playing video games. He makes food for himself in the kitchen and leaves all the ingredients out to spoil. He uses Sho’s towels and leaves them hanging wet. He hardly speaks, except to occasionally interrupt Sho’s reading to ask “Is this your card?”
“This is the last time I’m waking you up,” Sho warns, giving Nino’s shoulder a shove. “We have to leave here in ten minutes.”
“Have to?”
“Yes, have to; as in must, as in contractually obligated-”
“I should just quit,” Nino mumbles.
It’s determined, not sullen, and it scares Sho.
“What are you talking about?” he asks, kneeling next to the couch. “No one is quitting.”
“One of us has to quit, right?” Nino asks with a strange smile. “It doesn’t make any sense for Ohno to quit. He’s the voice.”
“No one is quitting Arashi,” Sho says, emphasizing every syllable as he tugs Nino up into a seated slouch. “You’re going to work today, and you and Ohno will have matching chin fuzz, and you’ll crawl all over each other like you always do.”
“He told me to stop touching him.”
Sho is silent for a moment, studying Nino’s face. It’s unreadable, as usual.
“Were you on the subway?” Sho asks.
Nino shakes his head, frowning.
“If other people are around, it’s okay,” Nino explains, voice dry and tired. “But if we’re alone, he doesn’t want me to touch him.”
Sho and Nino sit side by side on Sho’s couch for well past ten minutes, staring into space. Sho reaches over and laces his fingers with Nino’s, squeezing his friend’s hand.
“It could be that he just-” Sho begins, thoughtful.
“Don’t,” Nino interrupts. “I’m done with it.”
Sho’s cell phone buzzes in his pocket, but he doesn’t move his hand away.
“Well, you can touch me anytime,” Sho offers.
Nino finally meets Sho’s eyes and is unable to hold back a snort of laughter.
“That’s very kind of you,” he drawls, digging his tee-shirt out from the cushions and pulling it over his head. “Okay, look. I'm ready.”
---
Title: Dinner at Eight
Pairing: Ohmiya, Pin
Rating: PG-13
Note: This was going to go somewhere down the line in Alibi-verse, but it doesn't fit anymore. It's a weird bit, guys, idek.
Jun invites Nino to what Nino can only call “ladies night” after they break out the Cosmopolitans. He isn’t too surprised when Yamapi follows Jin through the door with a shrug, but considering the way Tegoshi fawns over Jun’s every word, Nino would love to know what favors the kid had to cash in on to get Ryo to bring him along. The conversation turns to company gossip within a few short minutes, and no one really seems to notice Nino downing his pink drink in one gulp before restlessly shuffling his cards in his lap.
“Wait, wait, Tegoshi,” Ryo starts, nearly bouncing. “Tell them about Shige yesterday.”
“Who gives a fuck about Shige?” Jin murmurs into his drink.
Ryo frowns at Jin as best he can with his mouth still half-open. Yamapi scratches his head and scrunches his nose before interrupting,
“Can we smoke in here?”
“No,” Ryo and Jin answer in unison.
Jun smiles to himself over the rim of his glass.
Nino trades his deck of cards for a pack of cigarettes, nodding towards the balcony as he stands. Yamapi follows him outside and they shut the sliding door against another round of laughter at Tegoshi's expense.
“Queens,” Yamapi sighs, lighting up.
Nino chuckles as he leans his elbows on the railing and look down into the street. Yamapi lies back in the lone patio chair behind him, tapping his foot.
“No Ohno?” he asks, after a moment of silence.
“It’s not really his scene,” Nino answers, looking over his shoulder.
“It’s not really yours either,” Yamapi observes.
“Are you just here with Jin?”
“I’m never invited, but everyone assumes I’ll be there. It’s kind of worth it to watch Jun hold court,” Yamapi answers with a small smile.
Nino turns and rests his back on the railing, watching through the glass door as the others indulge Tegoshi and let him act out the dirt on Shige (either there was a lot of rope climbing and small spaces involved, or Tegoshi’s a terrible mime). He guesses this is the only drinking-aged crowd left that still finds Jun scary and mysterious.
“Can I ask you some horribly invasive personal questions?”
Nino takes a long drag of his cigarette before answering,
“Only if I get to return the favor.”
“Deal,” Yamapi says, eyes following their smoke upwards. “How did the rest of Arashi take it?”
“Okay, I guess. We survived.”
Yamapi watches Nino expectantly until he elaborates.
“Aiba was upset, like I didn’t trust him enough to tell him. You know Aiba.”
“Kind of.”
“Sho was okay. Surprised, mostly. I think he doesn’t really know how to talk about it.”
“And Jun?”
“I don’t know. Ohno handled that. It was weird for a while and then, out of nowhere, he tells me ‘it’s okay.’ I guess it was different because Jun is gay? I don’t know. It was weird.”
“I see.”
“What about you?” Nino asks, putting out his cigarette in Jun’s skull ashtray and pulling another out of the pack.
“Everyone in NEWS knows that we live together,” Yamapi starts, staring intently at the dying end of his cigarette. “I don’t know if they all really get it, though. Ryo and Tego do. KAT-TUN, they all know. Koki really loves to bring it up whenever I see him.”
“Have you had a chance to tell Tackey?”
Yamapi grins at Nino, all teeth.
“I fail to see the connection.”
“We were all young once.”
"My turn then. How far did he get with you?"
“I escaped with my innocence intact. I heard you kneed him in the crotch once, though.”
"Is that your next question?"
“No," Nino pauses, thoughtful. "Why did Jin go to America? Jun doesn’t know and it drives him crazy.”
“I don’t know, either,” Yamapi answers, face blank as he reaches over to crush his cigarette in the ashtray.
Nino studies Yamapi for a while before nodding.
“Do you ever sleep with other people?” Yamapi asks, expression still guarded.
“No.”
“He doesn’t either?”
“Not as far as I know.”
“That’s good,” Yamapi replies, nodding to himself. “Jin and I are kind of phasing it out. Right now, we only do it if it’s a threesome. I guess that’s better.”
Nino tries to wrap his brain around this and realizes that he cannot.
“I guess so,” he echoes, shuffling his feet.
“Ryo fangirls over you more than Jun these days,” Yamapi says, sliding into a lopsided grin.
“All of his idols are turning out kind of gay,” Nino laughs. “He should look into that.”
---
Untitled
Pairing: Machida/Ohno
Rating: G
Machida searches the aisles of Don Quixote until he finds Ohno standing in the clothing section with a different package of socks in each hand, eyes darting helplessly between the two. He stops short of berating Ohno for getting lost, asking instead:
“What kind do you usually get?”
“I don’t know,” Ohno mumbles. “My mom buys them.”
Machida watches the sad scene for only a few more seconds before snatching the bag out of Ohno’s left hand and tossing it in their cart.
“Come on,” he grunts, “We have to get toilet paper.”
Still, he finds himself leading Ohno with a gentle hand on his back. It’s a little scary how simple things like this mess with the dynamic of their relationship. Ohno’s always been the one who makes the decisions, like quitting school and going to Kyoto. Machida didn’t know he’d lose his leader as soon as they left home.
---
Untitled
Pairing: Aimiya
Rating: Rish
Note: That time
font told me to write some Aimiya <3“Jun is so in love with you, you know,” Nino says, wincing as he assesses his out-of-tune guitar. “It’s pretty gross.”
“I think it’s sweet!”
Aiba is lying on the couch, attempting to balance an empty beer can on his nose. Nino frowns at his nonchalance.
“It doesn’t make you feel awkward even a little bit?”
“Nope.”
Aiba sits up and rests his chin on his knees, grinning as Nino starts to strum a few chords.
“Your crush doesn’t bother me either,” he says.
Nino misses a string and curses.
“That’s probably because it’s a figment of your imagination.”
Aiba doesn’t reply, listening patiently to Nino’s aimless playing. The back of Nino’s neck burns, but he still sings, because he said he would.
“I really like the song,” Aiba tells him. “Are you going to do it in concert?”
Nino shrugs, holding more tightly to the neck of the guitar than he’d like as Aiba stretches and lies back on the couch.
“I think it would be okay, you know,” Aiba says. “Jun’s not really serious. We wouldn’t hurt his feelings.”
“I don’t want to just,” Nino starts, still gripping the guitar for balance. “It’s not like when we were kids. I’m not looking to get off.”
Aiba turns and looks at Nino, and his hair is a mess, and he’s sprawled out over Nino’s couch with his shirt riding up and one hand on his hip, and Nino’s stomach churns at how real and scary it is.
“You don’t think I’m serious?” Aiba asks. “How often do you think I sleep with men?”
“Fuck, Aiba, I can’t have this discussion,” Nino mumbles, setting his guitar down and sitting in front of the TV.
“You’re going to play?”
Nino picks up his controller and takes the game out of pause. Aiba watches quietly through sounds of gunshots.
“Go left, there’s a shortcut.”
“I know what I’m doing!” Nino snaps.
“You don’t know what you’re doing. I said I want to sleep with you and you’re playing Metal Gear,” Aiba grumbles, getting off the couch and rummaging for his jacket.
Nino throws the controller against the floor and Aiba freezes. They watch the screen fade to red as his character is shot to death.
“I wanted it to be my decision,” Nino says.
“It still is.”
“I’m not Jun, you know.”
“I know. I promise you can still bully me even if we have sex.”
Nino bites his lip and analyzes something in the space between them.
“Liar," he says. "You wouldn’t be scared of me anymore,”
“I never really was,” Aiba admits, smiling fondly.
Nino looks up at him and groans, immediately turning away.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK. Fine. Let’s do this,” Nino grunts, standing up.
Aiba holds his hand on the way to the bedroom, and he pretends he doesn’t need it.
---
Untitled
Pairing: Junba
Rating: PG
Note: I vaguely remember writing this, but I don't remember why. It's so sad :[
Jun collects the little mementos all together, the remnants of their failed experiment, and packs them away under his bed. He knows sleeping on top of all that baggage can’t be good for him. It’s the kind of thing his grandmother wouldn’t be able to stand; like sleeping across from a mirror, something else Jun still does.
Aiba moved it to the corner one night so they could see themselves. Jun thinks that’s all Aiba ever really wanted, the image of being together.
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Title: The One With Daigo
Pairing: Daigo Stardust/Arashi
Rating: R
Note: I did this for one of the anon memes ages ago and forgot to ever reveal myself. How could I do that? It's DAIGO for kuraimu sake. I'm proud of this one (even if I was being such an insufferable Ohmiya stan).
Aiba’s head falls back against the cushion of the karaoke booth’s sofa. His fingers tangle in soft hair, gently urging. He looks down (he keeps trying to look down, even though it’s too much every time) and sees gloved hands splayed over his thighs, full lips and the questioning arch of an eyebrow.
“I’m sorry, I think I’m,” Aiba stammers. “I’m kind of pretending you’re a girl. I’m sorry, it’s, like, you’re still you, but you’re also a girl.”
Daigo slides his mouth up Aiba’s length and leaves his lips hovering near the tip as he pouts thoughtfully.
“Do I have nice breasts?” he asks.
“You have AMAZING breasts,” Aiba breathes, sincere.
“It’s fine then,” Daigo decides with a shrug, one hand moving to cup Aiba’s balls.
Aiba’s hips jerk at the feeling of leather against sensitive skin and he groans, eyes fluttering shut.
...
Jun is staring at an oversized skull ring, probably trying to remember what all of his other oversized skull rings look like and how he might justify adding this to his collection, when Daigo is suddenly centimeters behind him, breath hot on his neck.
“I’m going to try these on,” he says, holding up something black and sparkly in Jun’s peripheral vision.
Daigo disappears just as quickly as he came. Jun leans against the counter for a moment, recovering, and realizes that the shop assistant has disappeared. He sets the ring back on the display and peeks down the stairs to see a busload of teenagers on the main floor. He almost laughs. Leaving anyone other than himself and Daigo Stardust alone with this kind of high-end merchandise could be a disaster.
“What do you think?”
Jun turns and sees Daigo leaning in the doorway of the spacious single dressing room, wearing a pair of dark-washed jeans, destroyed in parts and embroidered with intricate silver fleur de lis in others, and nothing else.
"Maybe a little too gay-looking?" Daigo asks.
The answer he gets is Jun shoving him back into the dressing room, up against what might be an antique mirror, and crushing their lips together.
"You can't buy these jeans," Jun growls, a few minutes later. "They're too fucking hard to unbutton."
...
It’s almost four in the morning when Nino finally makes a move. They’ve been drinking all night and Nino can’t play his guitar anymore, so he sets it to the side and crawls into Daigo’s lap. Daigo’s hands instantly find Nino’s hips, but he can’t help but steal a glance at Ohno, half-dozing against the couch.
“He already said it’s okay,” Nino murmurs against Daigo’s lips. “It’s still okay, right?”
“It’s okay,” Ohno says, nodding slowly.
Daigo can’t quite read the look in Ohno’s eye, but he has a lapful of drunk horny fan-boy to deal with, and there’s really only one way to do that. Ohno moves behind Daigo, reaching around to run his fingers through Nino’s hair, and Nino looks up, bleary-eyed, beyond Daigo’s shoulder into Ohno’s eyes, while his lips move slow and practiced over Daigo’s cock.
Daigo then realizes that this has nothing to do with him.
...
The elevator door closes and Daigo leans heavily into Sho, making him stumble against the wall.
“At least let me get drunk, first,” Sho chuckles, as though it's a joke.
“Of course,” Daigo promises, smiling wide.
Sho takes time, but Sho’s always worth it.
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Date: 2010-04-12 02:43 pm (UTC)I don't know which is my favorite. Maybe the Aimiya one? Or Daigo. Daigo's always gold.
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Date: 2010-04-16 10:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-12 03:07 pm (UTC)They were all so nice!! Great :3
If I have to say my favourite... it's the Aimiya :)
And at second place the Sakumiya one ^o^
Thank you very much for sharing! ♥
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Date: 2010-04-16 10:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-12 03:19 pm (UTC)I think it's the sort of conversation they'll have if it ever really happened. The whole Nino throwing the controller got me ♥
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Date: 2010-04-12 06:24 pm (UTC)love it,
thanks for sharing^^
<3
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