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nilielhTitle : [Fic] Book of Tears Volume 4 - Romantic 3.1
Pairing : Ohno/Nino
Rating : PG to R
Summary : Book of Tears Verse : Months/Years after Nino and Ohno have gotten back together.
“Where are you guys going?” he says, loud enough to stop Jun and Sho on their tracks. Next to him, he barely pays attention to Ohno shifting as he hits Pause and looks up. “Didn’t you say we’re all going out to dinner?”
“Massage.” Jun and Sho answer at the same time.
“It won’t take long; forty-five minutes, one hour max, I was told.” Jun says, averting his eyes while Sho shoves his hand on his jean’s pocket and turns his face away, obviously hiding the blush creeping on his cheeks.
“Together?” he says, feeling the need to point it out. Next to him, Ohno is practically trying to worm his way on his lap, giggling.
“Why the hell not? Is it not allowed?” Jun asks, sounding a touché defensive. Nino turns and gives Jun one of those idolish smiles of his all the while thumping Ohno’s head lightly with his fist.
“Just be careful about photographs,” he says, “just like what happened to grandpa here, if you remember. No one wants a repeat of that one.” He says. To his credit, Ohno has stopped wriggling like an overstuffed caterpillar over his lap and is resolved on nuzzling the shit out of his shirt, whining like a kitten.
“We’re bandmates, Nino,” Jun returns, as if he can’t help but point out that glaring difference. “I don’t think people will give a huge fuss about us going in together, at the same time, for a fucking massage.”
He waves a hand dismissively at Jun. “Just a friendly reminder,” he says, “well, go on then. The three of us aren’t going to wait for you if you’re late. Dinner is important, so I’ve been told.”
“We’ll be there,” Sho says this time, just as Jun reaches out for door knob. “so save us seat, alright?”
“You got it.” he says and watches as Jun and Sho leaves the room. Once the door close behind them, he takes his attention to Ohno, who has his face buried into his navel and is still whining like a kitten against the soft fabric of his shirt.
“You,” he says, putting a hand on Ohno’s head and scratching. Ohno’s whining goes up a notch. “what’s up with you?”
“Apologizing.” Ohno mutters, and it is only the fact that he’s known Ohno for years and years that he is able to understand what he is saying through all that mumbling.
“For what?”
Ohno’s finger hitches Nino’s shirt up and before Nino has time to protest, Ohno is digging his nose into the warm skin of his navel.
“You know what, stop asking! I don’t even want to remember it, I’m sorry.”
Goodness, his silly, silly boyfriend, seriously. “I was just joking, Oh-chan.” He says, threading his fingers through Ohno’s messy hair. It makes Ohno hums in contentment so Nino keeps going at it, spurred by the warm silkiness of Ohno’s voice as he does it. “I didn’t mean anything by it, I swear.”
“Of course you do,” Ohno counters, miserable. “you said it to make me feel bad for what I did last night. And I swear I didn’t mean it, I already told you, but Aiba-chan insisted it and I know it was my fault for going through with it without telling you. I’m sorry, Nino. I really am sorry. Please forgive me. It won’t happen again, I promise.” Ohno says without pause.
Nino blinks. He has no idea what Ohno is talking about.
He must have taken ages to answer because before he realized it, Ohno’s face is off his navel and is looking up at him from his perch on his lap and Nino has to watch the different emotions that pass through Ohno’s face before it settles on one.
“Oh, crap.”
He snaps his mouth close (he doesn’t remember opening it) before he is jamming a fist to Ohno’s own.
“What the fuck did you do with Idiot-chan last night, huh? And why do you think you should apologize for it? Answer me, you jerk!”
“ahshghlahdhaoena;!”
“What?”
+
He is still somewhat pissed but after giving Ohno the chance to explain himself (and hearing him out by taking his fist out of Ohno’s mouth), he realizes that the thing Ohno was apologizing for was for the stupid fact that Aiba invited Ohno over to his room to watch the latest porn Aiba bought online.
“It wasn’t even pretty,” Ohno says with a pout, like he realized he could have done better things with his time than watch filthy videos with Aiba. “there’s this lady cop who has this weirdest kink… she catches criminals and she puts them in jail then visits them the same night to have sex with them. She makes them go down on her, mounts them with her gun pointed at their temple and her tits –“
“Okay, alright, Oh-chan, I don’t want to hear anymore, okay? God, I swear, you and Aiba-chan both… we can’t leave you in the same room together, can we?” he asks, feeling like he is going to pop a blood vessel trying hard not to imagine Ohno and Aiba watching together and maybe jerking off to a bad porn together. It’s just, ridiculous and oh Jesus fucking Christ, his eyes. Oh, God.
Ohno reaches over to tug at the hem of his shirt. “I swear I didn’t know. I thought it was the new Star Trek movie!”
“That’s a lie, isn’t it?” he says, dubious. Ohno simply shakes his head in answer and curls himself over his lap like an oversized cat. He can’t help it, he is running his fingers through Ohno’s hair before he even realizes what he is doing. He pauses then, like an afterthought, he says. “Seriously, if you tell me you jerked off watching that thing, I’m going to break up with you right now.” He says, looking down.
To his credit, Ohno looks vaguely scandalized. “Kazu, what kind of guy do you take me for? She’ a police officer! I can’t do that, oh my God.” But oh, there it is, that motherfucking smirk that he almost, almost doesn’t see because Ohno is trying to hide it by shifting back to bury his face on Nino’s lap.
But Nino saw it anyway.
He is hitting Ohno before he can even stop himself. “You’re an idiot, oh my god, stop talking! You’re never visiting Aiba-chan alone ever, you hear me? Hey, answer me! No, don’t hide, oh my God, I’m going to hit you, Satoshi!”
+
“Nino.”
“Yes, Oh-chan,” he says, angling the camera. “I said don’t move, didn’t I?”
“I’m cold.” Ohno mourns and tries very subtly to cross his arms. The position change simply makes Ohno’s arms look even more delicious so Nino takes the opportunity to snap two more before he straightens up.
“I’ll make sure to warm you later,” he says, smirking, before aiming his phone again. This time, he makes sure to fit all of Ohno in the frame, training his eyes from Ohno’s chest to his crotch. “Now give me a better pose.” Ohno looks as if he would very much like to complain but holds himself. Instead, he leans back into the couch, parts his legs and raises his arm.
Nino feels like taking his request back all of a sudden.
“This okay?”
Nino feels his eyebrows twitch but he doesn’t answer. He does snaps three, four, and one last photo before he nods his head in answer.
“You’re skinny,” he mutters, but his throat is honestly dry and there’s this starting itch under his fingertips that he’s well aware how to satisfy. “They’re working you like a goddamn horse for that movie, what the hell.” He says, not really meaning it as he is glancing back to the clock on the wall to check the time and feels himself groan inwardly seeing it.
For what he has in mind, he will needs fifteen, twenty minutes max, and it’s already seven thirty.
“If you’re done mocking me and my sexy bod, can I please put my clothes back on? I’m freezing here, if in case you haven’t noticed.”
He takes one last glance at the clock, at the same time he checks the photo attachments and hits send. He pockets his phone and takes the three deciding steps towards Ohno and settles himself in between Ohno’s legs.
“I said I’ll take care of it, right?” he asks, ducking down to nose Ohno through his boxers. Ohno’s hands automatically fly to his hair, settling, waiting.
“Spread apart. Let me warm you up.”
Ohno groans, low and gravely, the sound so ridiculously sexy it makes Nino want to put Ohno in his mouth immediately. His mouth is halfway to Ohno’s dick when Ohno’s fingers on his hair stop him.
“Kazu, did you lock the door?”
He hums, part-annoyed and part-amused. “No.” he says, just to be jerk, and closes his mouth around the head of Ohno’s cock with a hum.
+
They arrive at the restaurant fifteen minutes late. Ohno was worried all throughout their walk here while he himself barely paid attention.
When they arrived at their reserved room, everyone has their phones out and grinning.
“He seriously looks like my grandfather here when he’s drunk – oh, Leader, Nino, you’re here!” Aiba says, sliding his phone down on the table. Jun, on the other hand, doesn’t.
“What’s up with these?” Jun asks, raising his hand and showing them his phone. He tries to hide his snickers as Ohno openly gawks, seeing his half-naked self on his bandmate’s phone screen.
“WHY DO YOU HAVE THAT?!”
Jun looks sorely affronted. “Why – because Nino sent it to us, what else?”
“Huh?” Ohno asks, stupidly, before he slowly turns his head and gives Nino the death glare. “Why, you –“
Nino raises a hand. “Your punishment, remember?” he says, wriggling his finger at Ohno who looks like a completely ripen tomato.
“But what about the blowjob you gave later – ashdfgag!fhagh -!”
“Shhh!” he hisses, slapping a hand over Ohno’s mouth to shut him up. When he glances up, Jun is slowly withdrawing his phone and putting it down next to Sho’s on the table.
“Hmm, have you guys ordered or?”
“Yes.” Sho, Jun and Aiba answer all at the same time. Nino grins, taking his hand away from their Leader’s mouth.
“Great. So, anything you guys want to talk about?”
“No.”
“Nothing.”
“Not really.”
He giggles, ignoring Ohno grumbles of protests next to him, something about invasion of privacy and of boyfriends acting like a demon from hell.
“Fine,” he says, tapping his fingers over the tabletop. “I’ll just mention this during our MC tomorrow, that’s better.”
“Nino!”
“Ninomiya, don’t you dare –“
“Nino-chan, oh my God –“
“Kazu, you really want me to die of embarrassment, don’t you?!” Ohno cries, then promptly shuts up when the door slides open and the server excuse themselves.
“Your order, gentlemen.”
“Oh, food!” he says, gleefully, outright ignoring his bandmates who are giving him the stinky eye. “Let’s eat before the food gets cold!”
“Nino, please. Nino –“ Ohno is insistent. He simply gives him a look and Ohno promptly snaps his mouth shut.
“I’ll think about it. If you’re good, I promise I’ll think about it.” he says.
Ohno then takes his glance to Aiba and points. “Aiba-chan, this is all your fault!”
“Eh?”
To this, Nino cracks up, hard and wheezing till he feels Ohno’s hand on his back and Ohno’s murmurs of “Jesus Christ, Kazu, tsk.”
God, he swears his life is awesome and he’s proud to have it.
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Date: 2016-07-31 02:08 pm (UTC)I so love that sakumoto hint~ 45mins massage fufufufu 💜❤️
Thank you so much!!!~ :3 *hugs*
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Date: 2016-07-31 04:50 pm (UTC)Thank you for sharing I like reading it XD
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Date: 2016-07-31 05:39 pm (UTC)Where can I find that concert report?
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Date: 2016-08-01 12:21 am (UTC)ROMANTIC VOLUME 3!!!!
SERIOUSLY??!
And you started it with that 'boxer' thing?? XD
I'm glad. This is funny and so amusing. I miss you i miss ohmiya.
Thank you so much for writing <333
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Date: 2016-08-01 03:02 am (UTC)Omg so cute, i just wanna know more about this hehehehe like always the perver aibaka and toshi too hahaha ohmiya kisses 😚 see you 😊
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Date: 2016-08-01 10:20 am (UTC)So cute and fun to read as usual
Thanks so much! This fic made my day. I can't wait for more in this series
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Date: 2016-08-01 11:13 am (UTC)