In Time

[nilielh]

Title : In Time – Interlude
Rating : R
Pairing : Ohno/Nino
Genre : Angst. Romance
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Summary : Where I came from, Leader’s gone. He’s dead. Buried six feet under the ground where I can no longer reach him. Where you can no longer reach him. You want to know why I’m here? Well then, there’s your answer.
Note : based on a very old Meme Prompt - Future!Nino is from 2 years in the future. Lots of Future!Nino pissing present day Nino off. I’m not even sure if I did this right but I guess it's alright as long as there’d be lots of pissing, though with lots of angst, too. So sorry for that.



Something is very, very wrong with the way Nino is acting around him since he came in for work that morning that it’s getting increasingly difficult to act properly and professionally while swallowing the urge to drag Nino into the nearest empty room or space so he could ask Nino what the hell is up with him, but he can’t, not now, not yet at least.

He thought it was just Nino being shy, because, well, he is too, and that’s probably natural given the fact that they weren’t able to talk after the night, or rather, very early morning they’ve spent wrapped around each other, not because they didn’t want to but because there was no chance to do that - Nino was already long gone when he woke up, afterall.

His head is pounding and it’s not just because of the lack of sleep. His fingertips are tingling with something akin to frustration, coupled with something he couldn’t quite put a name on that it’s getting increasingly hard to act and think properly around the others, to be professional enough to wait until they’re done with work so he can finally corner Nino. That the simple fact that he is looking at Nino now is bringing him an ache so fierce he realizes he doesn’t know how to handle it, most especially because he didn’t expect Nino to treat him this way.

Nino’s acting so cold, so distant that he doesn’t know what to make of it. He’s not sure if he has the right to even ask Nino after that one time but… but god, what else is he supposed to do?

He watches Nino from the time they were given the okay to leave the set, watches the stiffness of Nino’s back and shoulders even as he himself was busy bowing to everyone, in thanks, as were the rest of his bandmates, feeling rather silly for not being able to participate much during the talk (just like the usual, but today’s different) because this time, he was too busy blinking the memories away…the way Nino had clung desperately to him earlier that night – and later on, too, as if Nino was afraid he’d disappear the moment Nino let go.

That was pretty much when it all started, now that he thinks about it. The way Nino had thrown himself to hug him that night, Nino’s trembling body as Nino held on to him, Nino’s tears, Nino’s gaze on him, fierce and longing that it was almost suffocating.

And then later that night when Nino took him home, put him to bed and…

“I have missed you,” Nino murmured, and if that wasn’t enough to sober him up then the miserable tone of Nino’s voice surely would. He slowly opened his eyes in time to feel the press of Nino’s lips against the side of his mouth, soft and tender, barely-there, before Nino stood up and away, as if Nino had just caught himself doing something he himself knew was forbidden.

“And God knows I will give everything just to stay here with you forever, but –“ Nino’s voice was trembling, as was Nino’s fingers when Nino reached over to thumb the spot his mouth’s just been to seconds before with such tenderness that made his insides twist. He was not sure what was happening, why Nino’s touches felt like they were borderline desperate, why it felt like Nino was staring straight into his soul when Nino looked at him but it sure felt like that.

His chest was constricting but with it came the sudden relief despite the fact that there was nothing to be relieved about just yet, because this – this was something he spent years and years wondering… wondering if it wasn’t just him who was feeling the same way, if the groping and looks of fondness he’s used to being thrown his way were nothing but just play.

But right now, as Nino ducked down again to press another kiss against his temple before he backed away, murmuring, “I have to go,”, he couldn’t help but feel braver, bolder, like he could do anything and get away with it too. Maybe it was the desperation marring Nino’s voice, or maybe it was his own, he couldn’t tell anymore, but right that moment, he’d given up trying to understand it. His heart wished to reach out to Nino and that’s exactly what he would do.

“Stay,” he breathed before he could even bite his tongue, just in time to stop Nino from further leaving his room. Nino was almost by the door when he called, barely able to open his eyes when Nino met his gaze halfway. He patted the space next to him gently, beckoning Nino over. “Nino says he misses so stay. Stay and just. Just lie with me,”

It took Nino all of five seconds to decide, his expression torn, but then he was walking back towards the bed and flinging himself into his arms, whole body trembling as Nino’s fingers cling into the fabric of his shirt. He smelled so wonderful that he found himself breathing in a lungful, pressing his nose against the crown of Nino’s head as he cradled Nino close.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, fingers tracing soothing circles down the small of Nino’s back. He’s not sure why it felt like it had been too long since he held Nino close like this, pulling Nino tight against him, murmuring soothing words to Nino’s hair.

To his surprise, the spot where Nino had his face mashed against was becoming increasingly damp, and his chest clenched painfully tight yet again. God, he sure made Nino cry a lot tonight.

“Hey hey hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, hooking a thumb under Nino’s chin, tilting Nino’s face up. Nino, stubborn as always, simply grumbled something incoherent under his breath but didn’t move, not budging despite his coaxing. But it was evident in the way Nino’s chin was quivering, and the dampness of Nino’s cheek when he cupped his palm around Nino’s face that the last thing Nino wanted was to turn away – from him, from this, whatever the hell this was.

“What’s this about, Nino?” he asked, chest clenching painfully tight. He stared Nino down and he was once again hit with certainty that something this wasn’t quite right – Nino’s actions proved it, as was the fact that right now and this close, Nino looked a little different – older, to be exact. 

Nino shook his head yet again as he reached over to smooth the creases marring Nino’s brows, feeling the proverbial butterflies fluttering inside his belly when their skins touched.

“L-Leader, I –“ Nino said, words trailing as their gazes met. He found that he couldn’t look away, palm sliding down to cup Nino’s jaw firmly. Once again, the feeling that there was an invisible hand gripping at his chest was back, and vaguely wondering why it felt like he was staring at Nino’s face and seeing nothing but the exact same thing that was probably written all over his own.

“Nino, cut that out okay? You’re scaring me, I swear to god you–“ he said, or at least started to if only to cover the way he himself was trembling, words halting to a stop because then Nino was surging up and pressing his mouth against his, hot and hard and demanding, Nino’s fingers pushing roughly into his hair. He was moaning before he could stop himself, mouth parted open in a gasp as Nino took the opportunity to shove his tongue inside his mouth with gasping moan.

The kiss was so passionate he found himself kissing Nino back immediately, moaning at the searing heat climbing up his spine. His fingers tingled as he firmly but gently grasped Nino’s chin, kissing Nino back with the same level of intensity. It was so hungry, so fierce that he was left panting, breathless for a second or two, almost dizzy with it all; his focus was on Nino and Nino alone, at the feel of Nino’s mouth moving against his, the odd but wonderful feeling that the only thing anchoring him to the ground was Nino.

Then it was over so suddenly that he immediately felt cold when Nino pulled away. “I – I’m sorry I just. L-Leader, I’m so –“ Nino said, his apologies spilling out of his mouth faster than he could move away. It must have been only for a few seconds, the kiss, but god, he missed Nino’s mouth on him already.

He then gazed at Nino and everything seemed to narrow down into one thing : they wanted each other, badly, and right then and there, that was the only thing that mattered.

“Fuck this,” he hissed, deciding against everything he’s taught about since they were children, tugging Nino before Nino could even think of sliding out of the bed, circling his fingers around Nino’s wrist and pulling Nino into him so hard Nino was wincing afterwards at the impact.

He would have apologized for it, for being so rough but as it was, he was too busy climbing over Nino and kissing Nino’s mouth to even think about it, moaning at the first feel of Nino’s tongue tangling against his.

There were questions looming above and around them but as it was, he was good at ignoring such mundanely important things when he was otherwise occupied with some others like, say, kissing Nino some more and the undressing himself and Nino business. He took his time though, because despite the fact that it was obvious that they both wanted this (he hoped), he didn’t want to freak Nino out or something.

And it was clear that Nino was having second thoughts, what with the way he would caught himself mid-moan whenever his mouth would find a sensitive spot on Nino’s body by biting on his lips hard enough to bleed. It would have been a lovely sight – Nino biting on his lips to keep himself from moaning, but it was different when he was also basing Nino’s answer through them.

Their shirts have long migrated somewhere behind them, probably across the floor, and he was busying himself with kissing Nino’s neck and palming Nino’s hips, slow and reverent, like he was asking for permission. The same thing he probably should have asked Nino first before he started kissing Nino as if there was no tomorrow, but don’t blame the man for being presumptuous when it was Nino who started the kissing thing, anyway.

And well, it was not like he didn’t want it because he did. It’s just that after that kiss, his desire for Nino, bottled and contained for more than a decade, seriously felt like it had been smashed into a wall and it exploded after that one, almost borderline desperate kiss that Nino gave him moments ago. Surely, no one could blame him for wanting to follow it through.

Not even Nino.

Most especially Nino.

“L-Leader –“ Nino gasped when he caressed Nino’s adams apple with the tips of his tongue, palm curving around Nino’s hip. It’s so warm in all the places that count and god, it’s the most perfect thing ever, aside from the kisses Nino gave him moments before.

“Please, Nino,” he hummed, his tone begging despite himself, and he couldn’t even find it in him to feel even the slightest bit humiliated about it, humming against Nino’s skin and grinding down on Nino. The friction felt so wonderful that he was doing it again before he could stop himself, surging up to kiss Nino hard on the mouth as he did so. “Ah, please –“

Nino’s fingers were tight on his hair, pulling, pushing, like Nino wasn’t even aware he was doing it. “But we c-can’t –“

He was shaking his head and covering Nino’s mouth with another kiss, the last bits of his control fading when Nino kissed him back. It was hot and wet and almost messy, but so so good that he was moaning into the kiss yet again.

“Please don’t,” he begged, still mostly against Nino’s lips, kissing Nino again just as he moved his right hand in between their bodies, cupping Nino through his jeans. He’s so hard, just like he himself was inside the compartments of his own clothes, so perfect inside the palm of his hand. “I – please don’t say no,” he begged, kissing Nino’s throat and working on unzipping Nino’s pants. “Let’s – I want to make love to you, Nino. I want you. Now. Please, please I –“

There was probably a space of two heartbeats, two long seconds before Nino nodded his head and whispered, “Just once. Please, just once –“ as if Nino was reassuring himself more than he was reassuring him.

It was a little odd, puzzling, but Nino was not giving him any chance to think it over before Nino was flipping their positions over and kissing him, relieving them off their remaining clothes and rocking his world moments after.

He didn’t dream about all that, did he?

But then there were the evidences of that night carved into his skin, still visible even after a couple of days since Nino placed them there. And he knows, even without checking it, that there are marks all over Nino’s body, too. He’d been too busy sucking all of those marks into Nino’s skin that he almost forgot how to be careful, losing himself in Nino, the wonderful feeling of being buried into the depths of Nino’s body.

Nino walks out of the greenroom in haste, slipping out of his wardrobe so fast he wonders how Nino does it. But there’s no time to think about any of that when, as he watches Nino walk out of the door…

“O-Ohno-san?” the voice asks from the other end and he is forced to pull his phone away from his ear, stares at it for what seemed like a whole minute before he slaps it right back, just in time to hear, “It’s me. Can we talk?”

What. The. Hell? “Who is this?”

“I – it’s me,” the person on the other end replies.

He is well on his way to freaking out, he’s sure of it, fingers trembling on their grip around his phone as he stares at Nino’s retreating back, the door swinging close behind him.

“Who is this?” he presses on, and he is certain he sounded ten kinds of confused, feet moving before he could even stop them to follow Nino out.

He is sure his heart just jumped up to his throat when the person on the other end confirms his fear.

“I-It’s Nino.”