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nilielhTitle : [Fic] Bad Romance
Rating : NC 17
Pairing : Sho/Nino (Sakumiya) Ohno/Nino (Ohmiya/platonic?)
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Summary : That’s the third time this week that Nino deliberately pointed out to the guest how horrible he was in cliff climbing, not that the information was trade secret or something, but it’s just – it’s just humiliatingly upsetting and ten times embarrassing to be laughed at as if he wasn’t an idol (or a host, news anchor and reporter) but a common comedian.
Word count : 2230 words
i)
“Nino,” Sho found himself seated next Nino, more exasperated than anything else, because he didn’t know what else he should do.
That’s the third time this week that Nino deliberately pointed out to the guest how horrible he was in cliff climbing, not that the information was trade secret or something, but it’s just – it’s just humiliatingly upsetting and ten times embarrassing to be laughed at as if he wasn’t an idol (or a host, news anchor and reporter) but a common comedian.
Nino didn’t even bother looking up from his IPad and Sho wished for his patience to never run out or he’d end up punching Nino’s face.
“Nino, Nino can you please look at me? I need to tell you something and it’s really important and I –“
Nino stood up, slapped a box of Pocky into his face and left.
ii)
Sho didn’t want to admit it but all those touching and unnecessary goofing around stopped being cute after the third time he’d seen it. Although, the fans seemed highly ecstatic at the idea of having to witness Leader and Nino do the same thing everytime, in all of their concerts, Sho’s stomach (and chest and all his stupid body parts) didn’t seem to agree with it.
Aiba came in when he had thankfully done scrubbing his face back into some semblance of normality, smiling like an indulgent grandfather.
“What’s up?” he asked, quietly wishing that the smile Aiba was sporting didn’t have anything to do with Ohno and Nino.
“Leader and Nino-chan,” Damn. It.
He tried not to sigh, or scream, biting the insides of his cheeks before he asked, “What’s up with the twin idiots? Goofing around again? I sure hope they have something better to offer their twisted-minded fans on the next concert,” he said, “aside from singing weird songs and dancing around on those shiny, ridiculous clothes,”
Aiba grinned. “No, they’re actually rehearsing something way better,”
His eyes narrowed before he even realized it. “And that is?”
Aiba’s entire face went so bright Sho thought he was going to go blind.
“They’re going to kiss,” Aiba said and Sho’s heart plummeted to the ground. “Like a real kiss, isn’t that cool, Sho-chan? I can’t wait to see the fans’ reactions; I bet it’s going to be crazy,”
The hell it would be.
iii)
“You need to put your hands around my waist, Oh-chan, for this to look really effective,” Nino was instructing Ohno, hands grabbing their Leader’s arms and putting them around his slender waist. “Tighter, and don’t let go until I tell you so,” Nino added before he leaned forward to nose at their Leader’s cheek.
Ohno dutifully stayed still and let Nino do whatever he had to, and Sho wondered again why in hell he was here and had to watch this spectacle happening in front of him instead of doing something productive.
“What do you think, Sho-chan?” Nino asked, and only then Sho realized Nino was talking to him when Nino huffed an annoyed sound against their Leader’s cheek before he’s turning around to glare at him. “Sho-chan, are you even listening? Didn’t I tell you to check which position is okay? As you can see, Leader’s not the best-suited person to ask when it comes to these things and –“ Nino paused and looked him over. “Sho-chan, are you okay?”
He only had half a mind to nod his head before he’s turning around, and was out the door before he could say something he knew he would regret later.
iv)
Jun took in the sight before him with his arms crossed over his chest and his face marred with a scowl so scary Sho thought of vaulting to the door before Jun thought of releasing the forces of evil within a mile’s radius (and that included him and Nino, the only other soul besides Jun back in the green room).
Thankfully, Aiba and Ohno came in not even two minutes after, laughing at something.
They stopped dead on their tracks and Sho could see the confusion on their faces seeing the obviously furious stance of Jun, Nino’s obvious attempt at ignoring them all, and his own stupid attempt at keeping a straight face.
“Jun-chan, what’s wrong?” Aiba asked as Ohno simply shrugged and went on ahead to sit next to Nino, grabbing the other end of Nino’s earphone and jamming it to his left ear before he’s pushing his face against Nino’s neck.
Jun’s scowl deepened. “If you can’t see what is wrong, then you truly are stupid, Aiba-chan,” Jun said, unmoving; Aiba frowned at this and settled his gaze on Sho instead.
“Sho-chan?”
Sho tried, he really did, to listen to whatever Jun or Aiba had to say but his attention kept on going back to Nino and Ohno, and how Nino was humming under his breath as he played his DS one-handedly, and stroking their Leader’s hair with the other.
“See,” he faintly heard Jun’s voice as Aiba possibly made a very loud gasping noise at that.
“That’s the fucking problem,”
v)
He was sure he could drink anyone under the table, may it be Jun or Aiba or Nino, Ohno not included because he knew the older man’s alcohol tolerance was like that of an old man who did nothing but drink all his miserable life, but to be this drunk after only two tequila shots?
“So, you and Nino, huh?” he slurred, and then he realized that he was talking and oh fuck, mouth, please shut up!, he told it but obviously, it wasn’t averse at listening to him right now. “That’s, ugh, hardly surprising, considering the fact that you and him are, like, you know –“
Ohno grabbed the shot glass that the bartender slid in front of him and drank it straight, not even wincing.
“I don’t know, Sho-kun,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his palm. “What about me and Nino?”
He laughed hearing that, threw Ohno a sideway glance and shook his head. “Ah, but you don’t have to deny it; it’s fucking obvious, you know? You and Nino, together, is like – is like –“
Ohno hummed, then decided it must be better to talk using actual words than to speak the Ohmiya language that Sho certainly didn’t and obviously hadn’t had any plans to understand.
“No, were not,” Ohno said and Sho found himself whipping around so quick he thought his head had been dislodge from his neck. “Not in that way, at least,”
“Huh?” he mumbled, incoherent. “Huh?”
“Yes,” Ohno told him as he reached out and patted him on the shoulder. “So you could stop being miserable and start doing something about it – Nino’s really pissed at you and well, I can’t exactly blame him. You’re kind of stupid when you shouldn’t be and well, that’s really annoying. Why do you think I took you out to drink? It’s not to get me drunk, you know?”
“Huh?”
Ohno shoved him. “Come and I’ll take you home, Sho-kun,”
vi)
Ohno ended up taking him back to Nino’s place, dumping him in front of Nino’s apartment and knocking obnoxiously loud against Nino’s door.
“Please don’t leave me here please please please,” he chanted, vainly reaching out to grab any part of Ohno he could reach but he’s apparently too drunk to even know where to grab, Ohno chuckling all throughout as he heard the faint sounds of Nino’s annoyed voice from behind the door.
He would have stood up and ran as far away, and as fast as he could if only his legs weren’t wobbling like a pair of useless logs and his eyes weren’t crossing. But as it was, he was slumped against Nino’s wall, whining pathetically as Ohno continued banging on Nino’s door. “Oh my god, Ohno-san, I’m begging you, not here – not now please oh my god –“
“What the hell is your prob – Oh-chan?” oh god, please let him die already. “What the hell are you doing here? Do you know what fucking time it is?” Nino paused and he apparently realized someone was poorly trying to make himself disappear down below. “And what is this, you brought someone with you,”
He started blabbering before Nino even properly finished. “I swear to god, Nino, I didn’t know he will bring me here, he said he will –“
“You guys should talk and that’s an order,” Ohno cut him off and he found himself twisting around to plaster his face against Nino’s wall. “Do it before either of you snaps or before Jun ended up gutting you both,”
“I don’t even know what to tell this guy –“ Nino was saying and he’s probably pointing at him but Ohno was apparently better at dodging anyone when he’s also tipsy.
“You don’t need to talk if you can’t,” Ohno said, as if that even made sense. “and just kiss each other if that way’s easier, I don’t care. But the next time I see you guys in the greenroom, and ignoring each other, I swear to god I’m going to device something so painful you’d both end up wondering why you even thought of fighting in the first place,”
“Oh-chan, you sick fuck –“
Ohno did a ridiculously elaborate peace sign but Sho was too dizzy to even wonder what was that all about when he felt himself getting picked up from the floor and then he was being lead inside the comforts of Nino’s home.
At least, he knew he was two seconds away from slumping face-first against any available semi-surface and so the embarrassment would have to wait until he’s conscious enough to let it.
vii)
He awoke with a very pissed-looking Nino sitting comfortably on top of him.
“Finally,” Nino said, uncrossing his arms from his chest and glaring him down. “I wonder how long should I sit on you before you either wake up or die from lack of oxygen,”
He thought of saying something else but what came out was, “You’re not even that heavy,” and received a rightful jab across the chest for it. He was coughing by the time Nino pulled himself up only to drop himself back down, in between his legs.
“Ni – no?”
Nino tsked, still looking mostly annoyed but Sho noted the fact that the tips of his ears were red and his hands were somewhere Sho thought they shouldn’t be.
Sho found the brains to look down, realized that he was naked save from his boxers and Nino was crouched in between his legs, his hands gripping his hips before one of his hands bravely reached up to cup him.
“Nino!” he did yell this time and got an answering blush and chuckle in return.
“Oh-chan said we didn’t have to talk if we couldn’t,” Nino said, moving his hand and looking like a blushing cat, “not that I don’t want to talk because we obviously have a lot to talk about but it’s pretty clear the talking’s not going to happen anytime soon. And since I’m pretty sure there’s no way I could kiss you right now with how foul-smelling your mouth is,” he paused and Sho was sure he just died and went to heaven when Nino bravely slipped his hand inside the waistband of his boxers and grabbed him firmly.
“I think this is so much better,” Nino purred, and Sho couldn’t agree more.
viii)
Nino’s mouth was warm, and everything else faded into blackness especially when Nino hollowed his cheeks and sucked him in, hard and deep and tight; he hadn’t had it this good, found himself wondering idly how come Nino knew how to do this, suck someone’s cock and make it so, so good he was afraid he’d come not even five minutes after.
“That good, huh?” Nino commented once he’d pulled his mouth a bit farther away enough to talk, but his hand was caressing Sho’s balls while he did so.
“OH MY GOD NINO YOU ARE AMAZING YOUR MOUTH YOUR HANDS OH GOD –“
Nino chuckled and licked the tip of him, his mouth sucking the first drop of precum and missing nothing as he went for another broader, wider lick.
“Well, thank you?”
ix)
“I thought you and Leader –“ he panted into Nino’s neck, fingers carefully gripping Nino’s legs as Nino panted back. He hitched them up when Nino whined for him to move on, felt Nino’s toes, cold and soft, digging against the flesh of his lower back.
“Well obviously, you thought wrong,” Nino gritted, throwing his head back when he rolled his hips and felt himself slipped in another tiny inch deeper, Nino moaning so loud the sound of it was enough to wake the dead when he dragged himself out and thrust back in almost immediately.
He nodded and kissed Nino’s temple, his jaw, his throat. “I know that now, fuck, why am I so stupid?”
“You are,” Nino agreed, breathless and shaking, “now stop talking and just –“
He need not let Nino finish because he was already pumping his hips before either of them could blink.
x)
Aiba took one good look at them before he’s out the door, screaming Jun’s name.
Neither of them cared, really. Especially not him, when Nino was on him, mouth parted underneath his as he kissed Nino tenderly, his hands firm around the nape of Nino’s neck.
Rating : NC 17
Pairing : Sho/Nino (Sakumiya) Ohno/Nino (Ohmiya/platonic?)
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Summary : That’s the third time this week that Nino deliberately pointed out to the guest how horrible he was in cliff climbing, not that the information was trade secret or something, but it’s just – it’s just humiliatingly upsetting and ten times embarrassing to be laughed at as if he wasn’t an idol (or a host, news anchor and reporter) but a common comedian.
Word count : 2230 words
i)
“Nino,” Sho found himself seated next Nino, more exasperated than anything else, because he didn’t know what else he should do.
That’s the third time this week that Nino deliberately pointed out to the guest how horrible he was in cliff climbing, not that the information was trade secret or something, but it’s just – it’s just humiliatingly upsetting and ten times embarrassing to be laughed at as if he wasn’t an idol (or a host, news anchor and reporter) but a common comedian.
Nino didn’t even bother looking up from his IPad and Sho wished for his patience to never run out or he’d end up punching Nino’s face.
“Nino, Nino can you please look at me? I need to tell you something and it’s really important and I –“
Nino stood up, slapped a box of Pocky into his face and left.
ii)
Sho didn’t want to admit it but all those touching and unnecessary goofing around stopped being cute after the third time he’d seen it. Although, the fans seemed highly ecstatic at the idea of having to witness Leader and Nino do the same thing everytime, in all of their concerts, Sho’s stomach (and chest and all his stupid body parts) didn’t seem to agree with it.
Aiba came in when he had thankfully done scrubbing his face back into some semblance of normality, smiling like an indulgent grandfather.
“What’s up?” he asked, quietly wishing that the smile Aiba was sporting didn’t have anything to do with Ohno and Nino.
“Leader and Nino-chan,” Damn. It.
He tried not to sigh, or scream, biting the insides of his cheeks before he asked, “What’s up with the twin idiots? Goofing around again? I sure hope they have something better to offer their twisted-minded fans on the next concert,” he said, “aside from singing weird songs and dancing around on those shiny, ridiculous clothes,”
Aiba grinned. “No, they’re actually rehearsing something way better,”
His eyes narrowed before he even realized it. “And that is?”
Aiba’s entire face went so bright Sho thought he was going to go blind.
“They’re going to kiss,” Aiba said and Sho’s heart plummeted to the ground. “Like a real kiss, isn’t that cool, Sho-chan? I can’t wait to see the fans’ reactions; I bet it’s going to be crazy,”
The hell it would be.
iii)
“You need to put your hands around my waist, Oh-chan, for this to look really effective,” Nino was instructing Ohno, hands grabbing their Leader’s arms and putting them around his slender waist. “Tighter, and don’t let go until I tell you so,” Nino added before he leaned forward to nose at their Leader’s cheek.
Ohno dutifully stayed still and let Nino do whatever he had to, and Sho wondered again why in hell he was here and had to watch this spectacle happening in front of him instead of doing something productive.
“What do you think, Sho-chan?” Nino asked, and only then Sho realized Nino was talking to him when Nino huffed an annoyed sound against their Leader’s cheek before he’s turning around to glare at him. “Sho-chan, are you even listening? Didn’t I tell you to check which position is okay? As you can see, Leader’s not the best-suited person to ask when it comes to these things and –“ Nino paused and looked him over. “Sho-chan, are you okay?”
He only had half a mind to nod his head before he’s turning around, and was out the door before he could say something he knew he would regret later.
iv)
Jun took in the sight before him with his arms crossed over his chest and his face marred with a scowl so scary Sho thought of vaulting to the door before Jun thought of releasing the forces of evil within a mile’s radius (and that included him and Nino, the only other soul besides Jun back in the green room).
Thankfully, Aiba and Ohno came in not even two minutes after, laughing at something.
They stopped dead on their tracks and Sho could see the confusion on their faces seeing the obviously furious stance of Jun, Nino’s obvious attempt at ignoring them all, and his own stupid attempt at keeping a straight face.
“Jun-chan, what’s wrong?” Aiba asked as Ohno simply shrugged and went on ahead to sit next to Nino, grabbing the other end of Nino’s earphone and jamming it to his left ear before he’s pushing his face against Nino’s neck.
Jun’s scowl deepened. “If you can’t see what is wrong, then you truly are stupid, Aiba-chan,” Jun said, unmoving; Aiba frowned at this and settled his gaze on Sho instead.
“Sho-chan?”
Sho tried, he really did, to listen to whatever Jun or Aiba had to say but his attention kept on going back to Nino and Ohno, and how Nino was humming under his breath as he played his DS one-handedly, and stroking their Leader’s hair with the other.
“See,” he faintly heard Jun’s voice as Aiba possibly made a very loud gasping noise at that.
“That’s the fucking problem,”
v)
He was sure he could drink anyone under the table, may it be Jun or Aiba or Nino, Ohno not included because he knew the older man’s alcohol tolerance was like that of an old man who did nothing but drink all his miserable life, but to be this drunk after only two tequila shots?
“So, you and Nino, huh?” he slurred, and then he realized that he was talking and oh fuck, mouth, please shut up!, he told it but obviously, it wasn’t averse at listening to him right now. “That’s, ugh, hardly surprising, considering the fact that you and him are, like, you know –“
Ohno grabbed the shot glass that the bartender slid in front of him and drank it straight, not even wincing.
“I don’t know, Sho-kun,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his palm. “What about me and Nino?”
He laughed hearing that, threw Ohno a sideway glance and shook his head. “Ah, but you don’t have to deny it; it’s fucking obvious, you know? You and Nino, together, is like – is like –“
Ohno hummed, then decided it must be better to talk using actual words than to speak the Ohmiya language that Sho certainly didn’t and obviously hadn’t had any plans to understand.
“No, were not,” Ohno said and Sho found himself whipping around so quick he thought his head had been dislodge from his neck. “Not in that way, at least,”
“Huh?” he mumbled, incoherent. “Huh?”
“Yes,” Ohno told him as he reached out and patted him on the shoulder. “So you could stop being miserable and start doing something about it – Nino’s really pissed at you and well, I can’t exactly blame him. You’re kind of stupid when you shouldn’t be and well, that’s really annoying. Why do you think I took you out to drink? It’s not to get me drunk, you know?”
“Huh?”
Ohno shoved him. “Come and I’ll take you home, Sho-kun,”
vi)
Ohno ended up taking him back to Nino’s place, dumping him in front of Nino’s apartment and knocking obnoxiously loud against Nino’s door.
“Please don’t leave me here please please please,” he chanted, vainly reaching out to grab any part of Ohno he could reach but he’s apparently too drunk to even know where to grab, Ohno chuckling all throughout as he heard the faint sounds of Nino’s annoyed voice from behind the door.
He would have stood up and ran as far away, and as fast as he could if only his legs weren’t wobbling like a pair of useless logs and his eyes weren’t crossing. But as it was, he was slumped against Nino’s wall, whining pathetically as Ohno continued banging on Nino’s door. “Oh my god, Ohno-san, I’m begging you, not here – not now please oh my god –“
“What the hell is your prob – Oh-chan?” oh god, please let him die already. “What the hell are you doing here? Do you know what fucking time it is?” Nino paused and he apparently realized someone was poorly trying to make himself disappear down below. “And what is this, you brought someone with you,”
He started blabbering before Nino even properly finished. “I swear to god, Nino, I didn’t know he will bring me here, he said he will –“
“You guys should talk and that’s an order,” Ohno cut him off and he found himself twisting around to plaster his face against Nino’s wall. “Do it before either of you snaps or before Jun ended up gutting you both,”
“I don’t even know what to tell this guy –“ Nino was saying and he’s probably pointing at him but Ohno was apparently better at dodging anyone when he’s also tipsy.
“You don’t need to talk if you can’t,” Ohno said, as if that even made sense. “and just kiss each other if that way’s easier, I don’t care. But the next time I see you guys in the greenroom, and ignoring each other, I swear to god I’m going to device something so painful you’d both end up wondering why you even thought of fighting in the first place,”
“Oh-chan, you sick fuck –“
Ohno did a ridiculously elaborate peace sign but Sho was too dizzy to even wonder what was that all about when he felt himself getting picked up from the floor and then he was being lead inside the comforts of Nino’s home.
At least, he knew he was two seconds away from slumping face-first against any available semi-surface and so the embarrassment would have to wait until he’s conscious enough to let it.
vii)
He awoke with a very pissed-looking Nino sitting comfortably on top of him.
“Finally,” Nino said, uncrossing his arms from his chest and glaring him down. “I wonder how long should I sit on you before you either wake up or die from lack of oxygen,”
He thought of saying something else but what came out was, “You’re not even that heavy,” and received a rightful jab across the chest for it. He was coughing by the time Nino pulled himself up only to drop himself back down, in between his legs.
“Ni – no?”
Nino tsked, still looking mostly annoyed but Sho noted the fact that the tips of his ears were red and his hands were somewhere Sho thought they shouldn’t be.
Sho found the brains to look down, realized that he was naked save from his boxers and Nino was crouched in between his legs, his hands gripping his hips before one of his hands bravely reached up to cup him.
“Nino!” he did yell this time and got an answering blush and chuckle in return.
“Oh-chan said we didn’t have to talk if we couldn’t,” Nino said, moving his hand and looking like a blushing cat, “not that I don’t want to talk because we obviously have a lot to talk about but it’s pretty clear the talking’s not going to happen anytime soon. And since I’m pretty sure there’s no way I could kiss you right now with how foul-smelling your mouth is,” he paused and Sho was sure he just died and went to heaven when Nino bravely slipped his hand inside the waistband of his boxers and grabbed him firmly.
“I think this is so much better,” Nino purred, and Sho couldn’t agree more.
viii)
Nino’s mouth was warm, and everything else faded into blackness especially when Nino hollowed his cheeks and sucked him in, hard and deep and tight; he hadn’t had it this good, found himself wondering idly how come Nino knew how to do this, suck someone’s cock and make it so, so good he was afraid he’d come not even five minutes after.
“That good, huh?” Nino commented once he’d pulled his mouth a bit farther away enough to talk, but his hand was caressing Sho’s balls while he did so.
“OH MY GOD NINO YOU ARE AMAZING YOUR MOUTH YOUR HANDS OH GOD –“
Nino chuckled and licked the tip of him, his mouth sucking the first drop of precum and missing nothing as he went for another broader, wider lick.
“Well, thank you?”
ix)
“I thought you and Leader –“ he panted into Nino’s neck, fingers carefully gripping Nino’s legs as Nino panted back. He hitched them up when Nino whined for him to move on, felt Nino’s toes, cold and soft, digging against the flesh of his lower back.
“Well obviously, you thought wrong,” Nino gritted, throwing his head back when he rolled his hips and felt himself slipped in another tiny inch deeper, Nino moaning so loud the sound of it was enough to wake the dead when he dragged himself out and thrust back in almost immediately.
He nodded and kissed Nino’s temple, his jaw, his throat. “I know that now, fuck, why am I so stupid?”
“You are,” Nino agreed, breathless and shaking, “now stop talking and just –“
He need not let Nino finish because he was already pumping his hips before either of them could blink.
x)
Aiba took one good look at them before he’s out the door, screaming Jun’s name.
Neither of them cared, really. Especially not him, when Nino was on him, mouth parted underneath his as he kissed Nino tenderly, his hands firm around the nape of Nino’s neck.
