nilielh | [Fic] Romantic

Title : [Fic] Book of Tears Volume 4 - Romantic 3.5
Pairing : Ohno/Nino
Rating : PG to R
Summary : Book of Tears Verse : Months/Years after Nino and Ohno have gotten back together.

Nino stands there, inconspicuously, behind two of the nearby ADs as Ohno rehearses his lines. Nino chuckles, hides his smile behind the palm of his hand as he stares at Ohno from behind and wonders if he should wait until Ohno is done or just go without telling him.

Ohno looks so damn sexy in his costume even from behind that it should be illegal; Nino stares and stares, feels himself blush at the fact that he is imagining undressing Ohno, relieving Ohno off of his ninja costume with his teeth.

He clears his throat and vaguely realizes he has company, glancing to his right to find Ohno’s PA standing next to him.

“Ninomiya-san,”

“Ji-san,” he jokes, bumping his shoulder against the other man’s; “How’s the filming going?” he asks, taking his gaze back to Ohno who is currently being coached by his director himself.

Ohno’s PA shrugs. “Slow going,” the other man says, “But at least all the minor scenes are almost done. They have to wait until Ohno-san’s hair is long enough to tie up for most of the major scenes because he complains about the wig he needs to wear every time, it’s hilarious.”

Nino grins, can seriously imagine Ohno’s pout. “He likes to complain about everything, please forgive him,” he apologizes in Ohno’s stead, but not really meaning it. Ohno’s PA has been with the older man to know that he’s kidding. They both know Ohno’s not really like that, after all, and that the seldom times Ohno did complain about honestly silly things, they were only for show.

“It’s fine,” Ohno’s PA says, “the Director thinks he’s funny.”

Nino chuckles, wonders if he should be jealous, or alarmed that Ohno’s director finds his boyfriend funny, and maybe charming. Well Ohno is and more, and Nino’s not even ashamed to admit it. It’s nothing new, after all, that Ohno always manage to charm the pants off of his co-workers without hardly trying. Ohno is naturally charming, loveable, and he’s got this lovely, lovely smile that makes one go ‘awwww’ without even realizing it.

“What time’s his next break?” he asks, already wishing Ohno has at least a few minutes to spare. It’s been days since they’ve properly stayed in one place, him and Ohno both, been days since he was able to run his fingers through Ohno’s hair, since he’s able to dig his nose against the soft patch of skin beneath Ohno’s ear. And he misses it, so much it makes him sick.

“After this next take,” the PA says. “At least that’s what I know.” Oh, so that means if this particular scene takes half an hour to get done, then that’s when Ohno gets the break.

Nino sighs, considers this for a moment and realizes he doesn’t really care. “He looks like he’s rehearsing still, yeah?”

“Looks like it,” the PA agrees; Nino grins, crosses his arms over his chest, slouches and steps forward.

+

It’s seriously frustrating sometimes, Nino thinks, that Ohno can still make him feel like he’s sixteen again and crushing on Ohno like a girl. It’s ridiculous, and equal-parts embarrassing, but he guesses there’s no way around it when he’s admittedly, head over heels in love with Ohno forevermore.

He’s standing behind Ohno now but it seems that the older man’s attention is wholly focused on his script that he didn’t even realize someone else who isn’t supposed to be there in the first place has taken his director’s place. The director spotted Nino immediately, but Nino has gestured for him to keep quiet, stepping forward and leaning over to spy on Ohno as the director smiles and steps aside.

Ohno mumbles his lines – and judging with the phrase, the character is suppose to be angry - and Nino grins. “Louder,” he grunts, “you’re supposed to be mad so you have to sound like you are!” he says; Ohno simply nods, takes his gaze off his script book and repeats his lines.

Nino is so close that he hears the obvious change on the timbre of Ohno’s voice when he spits his lines the second time, so close that Nino can see his upper jaw as it twitches.

“That’s good, that’s fine, Ohno-san,” he says, amused for all of five seconds, watches as Ohno turns as if on cue. Nino grins, warmth envelopes him at the sight of Ohno’s positively shocked face before his lips curl and smiles at Nino sweetly, like he’s so glad to see Nino at that moment.

Nino wants to kiss him.

Too bad he can’t; not right now, not here. “Nino…” Ohno breathes, “What are you doing here?”

Nino smiles, shrugs, and reaches over to tug at Ohno’s ponytail. “We’re filming a few blocks over,” he explains, vaguely realizes they are in public as he tugs his hand away. “so I thought I’ll visit you and check what you’ve been up to.”

The director mumbles something about being hungry and if someone could be kind enough to get him something to eat before he nods at Nino and Ohno, one of the ADs yelling, “Half-hour break, people!” as if on cue. Ohno smiles, passes his script to his PA and promptly throws an arm over Nino’s shoulders.

“Great timing,” Ohno says, with feelings, tugging him towards the direction of the vans and grinning. “I’m on break. Let’s have coffee?”

Nino chuckles, shakes his head but otherwise let Ohno guide him wherever Ohno needs him to go.

+

Somehow, Nino kind of expected there would be no coffee.

He’s sprawled on Ohno’s lap, arms wormed around Ohno’s neck. They are kissing like they’re going to drown on each other, and Nino misses this so much he is moaning into Ohno’s mouth before he realized he is doing it. He is pressing his palm against Ohno’s cheek, Ohno’s skin warm against his skin and Ohno groaning with want at the contact. He pulls back for air and marvels on the fact that despite the many times he’s done the same thing, it makes him inexplicably giddy knowing that Ohno is responding to him this way, like Ohno is still crazy for him, still loves him.

“I missed you so much,” Ohno breathes into his cheek, hands possessive around his hips. Nino chuckles, turning his head to nuzzle the start of Ohno’s hair, fingers equally possessive around the back of Ohno’s head. “Nino…Nino,” says Ohno, voice thick with want.

“Shhh,” he whispers; he can feel Ohno’s arousal from beneath his costume and Nino wants to scoff at the fact that they’re too old to be acting like this, like a couple of horny teenagers that they’re obviously not. “Oh-chan, no time,” he says, shaking his head.

Ohno buries his face against the dip of Nino’s neck, breathes him in; Nino tightens his hold around Ohno in answer.

“I know,” Ohno groans, and god, Nino wants to give Ohno everything he wants right now, make him come, pleasure him with his mouth and hands and his capable fingers. But he can’t and god, it’s driving him completely crazy. “God, you –“

Ohno takes his hand – his left – and puts it in between Ohno’s legs, hips pushing upwards for more friction. Nino shivers involuntarily at the feel of Ohno’s hard-on digging against his palm, turning to kiss Ohno, shoving his tongue into Ohno’s mouth for a thorough taste.

“Fuck, I love the feel of your hands on me,” Ohno breathes, thickly, into the side of his neck, wriggling his hips and guiding Nino’s hand over his erection, hard, before Ohno snatches Nino’s hand away the second after. Nino unburies his face against Ohno’s neck and giggles at the sight of Ohno’s face, at the frustration marring the corners of his mouth.

He touches Ohno’s brows, gently frames Ohno’s face with his hands and rests his forehead against Ohno’s.

“I can see that,” he teases, but with so much fondness that completely counters his statement; his thumbs Ohno’s mouth, and takes comfort, and joy, at the way Ohno tilts his head to lean further into his touch.

“I’m so in love with you,” Ohno says, his voice sure, his eyes unguarded; Nino wants to hug him silly.

Nino nods, chest too tight, throat too dry as he stares into Ohno’s eyes, fingers possessive around Ohno’s cheek; Nino loves him to pieces.

“I’m glad you are, Oh-chan,” he breathes, ducks his head and kisses Ohno some more knowing he needs to go in a few.

+

“So, shall I expect you home later tonight?” he asks, patting Ohno’s cheek fondly once they’re out of the van and he’s sure they’re both presentable enough not to catch other people's attention.

Ohno shrugs but he looks like he is thinking about it. “We’re scheduled to finish here before 11,” Ohno says, keeping himself still, obviously submitting himself to being stared at. Nino sighs. “You?”

“Eight,” he says. “I think.”

Ohno scowls. “I missed going to bed with you,” Ohno says; Nino wants to hug the shit out of him.

“You’re done in a week anyway, right?” he asks, knowing Ohno’s schedule more than Ohno probably know it himself. “Just hang in there. Once you finished shooting this movie, you have all the time in the world to indulge me. Or pamper me. You might even get sick of seeing me every goddamn time then.”

Ohno reaches over, mock-punches him on the chin and shakes his head at him. “Get sick of you? Are you kidding me? I’ll chain you around my back if I could, I swear,”

Nino chuckles, can’t not. “You’re hilarious, god.”

Ohno looks at him like he can’t believe he’s there, like he loves Nino so much. Nino knows that he does.

“Thanks for dropping by, Nino,” Ohno says, smiling.

Nino smiles in return, raises his hand and does a silly two-finger salute that makes Ohno giggle.

“See you later, Oh-chan.” He says, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

“Be safe,”

He smiles and turns. “You, too.”