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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Arashi_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Ninomiya_Kazunari/Ohno_Satoshi
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-01-07 Words: 3627
****** The Start ******
by honooko
Summary
     Ohno had liked Nino from the start, in that awkward fumbling kind of
     way that strikes unsuspecting teenage boys the world over.
Ohno had liked Nino from the start, in that awkward fumbling kind of way that
strikes unsuspecting teenage boys the world over. Nino was small and cute and
funny, and before he quite understood what was going on, Ohno was drawn to his
side and reaching out for his hand. Nino liked to touch his friends, hugging
warmly and resting an elbow on a nearby shoulder. Every time Nino moved towards
Ohno, his heart skipped a beat and his arm slid around Nino’s waist of its own
volition. But Nino did that to all his friends, and some part of Ohno
recognized he wanted to be special to Nino.
One night, he sat straight up in bed, declaring, “Oh god. I like Nino.”
After the initial surprise that he’d somehow fallen for another boy (easily
moved past; Ohno never dwelt long on the ‘how’ of his attractions, only the
‘why’) he knew he needed to somehow show Nino his feelings. He started with
smiles and compliments and the familiar joking ease with which they always
interacted. He sat by Nino, shared snacks with him, and tried to show without
words how important it was. But Nino either didn’t notice, or pretended not to,
and Ohno was left no closer than he’d started. So he upped the ante.
If Nino could touch people, so could Ohno. He liked sliding up behind Nino and
resting a hand on the small of his back. Sometimes Nino jumped, not having
heard Ohno approach, but usually he just turned and smiled, allowing the touch
easily. Pleased, Ohno started making sure he was sharing with Nino at the
occasional Arashi sleepovers, two boys under one futon, warm and close and with
Nino’s sleeping breath mixing with his. Playfully, Ohno would press his back to
Nino’s, rolling his hips as a hand snuck under Nino’s shirt. Giggling
nervously, Nino would swat him off or dart away, and Ohno would feel a pang of
disappointment before vowing to try harder next time. Sometimes they’d play-
fight, and Ohno took advantage of it to pull Nino closer, tight against him and
heavy across his body, wrapping a knee over Nino’s hip with ‘pining him down’ a
handy excuse.
Nino gradually began to act a bit differently, but Ohno wasn’t sure how he felt
about that. Before, Nino would retaliate to every playful poke and tickle. Now,
he’d run away or pull a face, shooing Ohno away with complaints of ‘not here,
the camera’s rolling’. But Ohno wasn’t ready to give up, wasn’t ready to let
Nino slip out of his grasp so easily. He found he couldn’t stop trying until
Nino outright told him no, so his game continued.
Sho commented on Ohno’s interest casually, but with an underlying threat of ‘If
you hurt him, I’ll hurt you worse’, a sentiment that Ohno respected. Jun made
amused, dry comments about how Ohno was barely legal himself, and should know
better than to be moving in on jailbait. Aiba rooted for Ohno endlessly, coming
up with elaborate plans that would end with Nino either wet, naked, or both
(Ohno didn’t have the heart to turn away Aiba’s enthusiastic, if slightly
illegal, aid).
Even worse, Ohno was beginning to notice his physical attraction to Nino even
more than before. Nino’s touch sent goosebumps down his skin, and showers
became awkwardly timed affairs because he feared that accidentally seeing Nino
would spark ‘something’ he wouldn’t be able to hide. This, at least, Sho
understood. He went out of his way to chase the others out of the showers so
Ohno could have them to himself after work, claiming that “Leader should get
special treatment sometimes guys, he is the oldest.” But Sho wasn’t all-
powerful, and occasionally Ohno and Nino would end up in the showers at the
same time. It was all Ohno could do to wash and get out quickly.
And then somehow, quite randomly, during a tour, Aiba demanded he get to share
with Sho this time, and MatsuJun wasn’t feeling well and requested softly that
he get a room to himself. For once, Nino was happy to oblige him, fussing over
Jun in his own vaguely caustic way. And then Ohno found himself alone with
Nino.
“So,” Nino commented with a smirk. “Does Sho-chan go to bed at 9pm on the nose,
right after he brushes his teeth?”
“No,” Ohno answers with a smile. “He likes to watch porn the whole time.”
Nino’s jaw dropped, and he got on his knees excitedly, pleased to at long last
have some dirt on his best friend. It was hard to find Sho’s weaknesses, sadly.
“Really?!” he yelped gleefully. “Porn?!”
Ohno nodded, feeling his stomach warm pleasantly at Nino’s grin. Flailing, Nino
made a grab for the remote, turning on the TV with a babbled exclamation of ‘it
can’t be that entertaining, it’s just porn’. The artificial and overplayed
moans of a porno filled the room, and Nino burst into giggles, covering his
face with his hands in mock horror when the camera zoomed in on a particularly
unflattering angle. Laughing, Ohno sat down next to him, more than happy to
watch Nino mock the movie openly. At first, Nino couldn’t stop laughing. He
flopped onto his back, holding his stomach against the giggles as the female
lead made a particularly drawn-out noise of pleasure. Ohno watched the porn
absently, simply basking in being able to sit side-by-side with Nino like this.
At some point, Nino’s giggles subsided, his breath short from uncontrolled
laughter. Ohno was still chuckling to himself when from beside him, Nino made
an odd sort of choking noise that at first, he thought was another giggle.
Until he made the noise again, shifting in his seat, still breathing a bit
harder than normal. Turning his head curiously, Ohno took in Nino’s flushed
face and strange expression, suddenly understanding. Nino was not yet eighteen;
of course these things would happen. Feeling sympathetic, Ohno got up and moved
to his bag, giving Nino the chance to run to the bathroom.
But Nino didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He shifted again, a hand clenching in
the coverlet as he bit his lower lip. Ohno watched, transfixed by the sight of
the younger boy, until Nino met his eyes.
“…Sorry,” Nino murmured, blushing but not looking away.
“It happens,” Ohno responded instantly. “It is… well, porn.”
“Right,” Nino agreed, his gaze locked with Ohno’s for only a heartbeat more
before he stood and went to the bathroom, locking the door. Ohno shifted,
uncomfortably aware of the knowledge that on the other side of that door, Nino
was touching himself, stroking himself, bringing himself to climax only fifteen
feet and 1.5 inches of wood between them.
The image that brought to mind, of Nino leaning against the door, his cock in
his hand, head thrown back and chest rising and falling faster and faster, sent
a shudder down Ohno’s spine. Sitting on his bed, Ohno held on to that image,
adjusting it in his mind; now Nino was naked, flushed, and it was Ohno’s hand
on him instead of his own. Ohno groaned softly, unbuttoning his jeans and
jerking off to that thought, his hands shaking ever so slightly. Nino could
come out at any second, or maybe Ohno would be able to hear him come, hear a
small whimper of pleasure, maybe he would say Ohno’s name—
Cleaning himself quickly with a handful of tissues, Ohno’s cheeks burned with
the shame of having used his best friend’s image to get off. It was awkward and
humiliating and wrong, but it had also been one of the most arousing fantasies
he’d ever had.
When Nino came out of the bathroom, his hair was wet from the shower, and he
didn’t meet Ohno’s eyes. They spent the rest of the night in silence, each
painfully embarrassed, but for slightly different reasons.
After that, it was even harder for Ohno to think of Nino in anything resembling
a platonic fashion.
But something in Nino’s demeanor changed. Instead of brushing Ohno off or
shying away, he moved closer. His fingertips lingered, dragging down Ohno’s arm
lightly, or his arms looped around Ohno’s waist. Heart pounding in his ears,
Ohno leaned into every touch, welcoming Nino’s affections with open arms. He
wanted Nino to notice the way Ohno’s eyes followed him around a room; he wanted
Nino to understand without Ohno having to say a word. Because really, how could
he put into words the way his heart almost literally ached when they separated?
How could he describe the sheer thrill of happiness he felt every time Nino
smiled at him?
For every inch closer Nino came to him, the harder it was for Ohno to keep his
feelings under control. When the smaller boy hugged him, Ohno wanted to kiss
him. When Nino curled up under a blanket with him, Ohno fought the urge to
press himself to Nino’s spine. When Nino sat next to him, tired but happy after
a performance, still flushed and a touch sweaty, it was all Ohno could do not
to press their lips together and touch every inch of skin he could reach. Being
close to Nino just wasn’t enough anymore, somehow.
On the occasional days when Nino fell asleep on the break room sofa, Ohno found
himself unable to walk away from the sight. Nino never looked bratty or
disdainful in his sleep; only pleased, his lips curled up in a kittenish smile
as he snoozed. Drawn to the expression, Ohno once even sat on the floor next to
the sofa, before leaning in and pressing a tender kiss to the sleeping boy’s
hair. He murmured (for no reason other than he seemed to only be able to say it
when Nino couldn’t hear) into Nino’s fluffy hair, “I really, really like you.”
“Remind me again why you haven’t told him this?” A patiently tolerant Sho asked
as Ohno yet again ended up sharing his woes. Pouting miserably, Ohno let his
head rest on his arms with a sigh of defeat.
“How can I tell him what I can barely even say to myself?” Ohno responded.
“This is too hard!”
Sipping his soda absently, Jun shot Ohno a meaningful look before commenting,
“You could just kiss him; he’d have a hard time not noticing that.”
“Or you could steal all his clothes!” Aiba interjected excitedly, his drink
sloshing over the rim of the glass as he made a wide gesture. Jun ducked the
flail, handing Aiba a napkin to clean up the spill before returning to his own
glass.
“Really, Ohno,” Sho said in his ‘please-at-least-try-and-think-like-a-normal-
person-just-this-once’ tone. “Just do something.”
With his friends’ encouragements (“Leader, look, if you do this thing with your
tongue, he—“ “Aiba.”) Ohno gathered the courage to invite Nino out to eat.
Never one to turn down a free meal, Nino agreed to meet him at an okonomiyaki
restaurant in between their homes. To Ohno’s relief, the meal helped him relax;
good food and good companionship eased his nervous tension. Once finished, they
lingered, drinking (beer for Ohno, cola for Nino) and chatting, both unwilling
to part just yet. But once their glasses had emptied a second time, Nino looked
at the time.
“It’s getting late,” he said reluctantly. “They’ll start closing soon.”
“Mm,” Ohno agreed, hiding his crestfallen expression behind a hand as he swiped
at his nose. And then, suddenly: “Want to come over?”
“Now?” Nino asked, surprised. Ohno nodded.
“Yeah.”
Nino’s grin bloomed across his face, and Ohno’s heart skipped a beat. He
returned the smile without even thinking as Nino said brightly, “Okay, to Oh-
chan’s house!”
They spent the walk joking with each other, elbows bumping as one or the other
invaded his friend’s walking space accidentally-on-purpose. Nino was struck
with a gigglefit halfway through, which Ohno gleefully encouraged by making
wilder and wilder impressions until Nino’s face was red from lack of air. Once
they made it to Ohno’s house and upstairs to the floor where his room was, Nino
flopped down on his back across Ohno’s bed, still struggling to breathe. Ohno
followed, sprawling bonelessly on his side next to Nino, his head propped up on
one elbow.
And then Nino looked up at him, and Ohno’s breath hitched. There was barely
space between them, and Ohno could feel Nino’s warmth through his jeans where
their bodies touched. Something in Nino’s eyes registered with Ohno; they were
open, patient. Waiting.
Ohno’s free arm went across Nino’s waist, and before he quite knew what he was
doing, they were kissing, kissing, soft and hesitant and careful. Ohno’s
fingers curled against Nino’s hip and gently, his lips coaxed at Nino’s for a
response. Nino made a sound, not in protest, just acknowledging and accepting
the kiss. Ohno broke away, and suddenly found he was too terrified to even look
Nino in the face, and he buried his nose in the crook of the smaller boy’s
neck, taking comfort in the very thing he was afraid of.
“Oh-chan?” Nino asked, his voice calm, steady. “What was that?”
“A kiss,” Ohno mumbled into Nino’s collarbones.
“A joke? It’s not funny.”
“No. Not joking.”
“…No?”
“No.”
Nino was silent for a moment, considering. Ohno’s heart thudded in his ears and
he felt as though every second was as long as a thousand normal ones, long and
still and excruciatingly drawn-out. And then Nino’s short fingers combed
through the hair at Ohno’s nape, stroking as he thought.
“Again?” He asked quietly, firmly. Ohno lifted his face from Nino’s neck, eyes
wide in surprise.
“Again?” He parroted. Nino nodded, tugging lightly at Ohno’s hair.
“Again. Please.”
This time, Nino’s mouth answered Ohno’s instantly, moving and resisting just
enough to send a shiver down Ohno’s spine. It wasn’t like kissing a girl;
Ohno’s jaw had a tiny bit of scruff he’d been too lazy to shave off, and Nino’s
lips were chapped from his habit of chewing on them during stressful gaming
sessions. But Ohno didn’t want to be kissing a girl anyway, he wanted to be
kissing Nino. And if the way Nino’s tongue was sliding against his was any
indication, he wanted it too. Breaking apart for air, Ohno couldn’t bring
himself to break contact, scattering light kisses across Nino’s jaw and neck.
Ohno shifted, covering Nino’s body with his own, memorizing the way Nino arched
up against him, a sigh of pleasure easing from his mouth. Every last taste,
texture, smell of Nino was committed to memory, burned into his mind to last
long after the moment had passed.
“Ohno, Ohno,” Nino gasped into his ear, his fingers clenching on Ohno’s biceps.
“Oh, god.”
“No?” Ohno responded, freezing, only to shudder as Nino’s hips rolled to meet
his, grinding them together roughly and pulling a long moan from Ohno’s throat.
“I hope you realize,” Nino panted, tugging at Ohno’s shirt desperately. “You
started this; now you have to finish it.”
Ohno swallowed, hard. Finding he couldn’t really think of the words for ‘yes,
please, right away you sexy piece of man’, it seemed a lot clearer to straddle
Nino’s hips and yank off his t-shirt before reaching for Nino’s. Nino moaned,
arching his back into Ohno’s touch before lifting his arms to help Ohno get the
shirt off. As soon as his chest was bare, Ohno pulled them close together,
sliding his hands down across Nino’s stomach as he felt a groan rumble through
Nino’s body. Fingers digging into Ohno’s shoulders, Nino unashamedly expressed
his pleasure, loud and needy as he lipped at Ohno’s ear.
“Ohno, fuck me, or I’ll fuck you, I don’t even care just—“
“I will,” Ohno cut in, his voice low and coarse. “I will, I want to, I want to
touch you.” Ohno palmed Nino through his jeans, feeling the heat and dragging a
cry from the smaller man with the pressure. Nino was rocking into his hand,
whimpering with desire for touch, until Ohno couldn’t wait anymore and was
unbuttoning his pants one-handed. Nino helped, his hands somehow steadier than
Ohno could manage, and to save time they kicked off their shorts at the same
time. For a very brief moment, Nino seemed self-conscious, nervous, but any
worries fled his mind when Ohno took his erection in hand. Bucking, Nino swore,
his entire upper body somehow going loose in Ohno’s arms.
“I’ll be right back,” Ohno promised into Nino’s neck, reluctantly disentangling
himself and darting for the bathroom. He heard Nino call after him, “Hurry,” in
such a desperately raw voice that it sent a jet of ice down his spine. With
shaking hands, Ohno found the condoms and lube, almost tripping over himself in
his haste to return to Nino’s side. To his surprise, Nino snatched the condom
from his hands, sucking on Ohno’s jaw and putting the rubber on Ohno’s cock
with impressive speed, considering Ohno himself could barely form full words.
He moaned, gently rocking into the tunnel of Nino’s hand until he couldn’t
stand it any longer.
Pushing Nino lightly off, he murmured, “On your knees for me?” Nino shuddered
as Ohno’s hands skimmed over the planes of his back, and he got on his hands
and knees as requested. Ohno was careful, so careful as he prepped the younger
boy, feathering kisses across the knobs of his spine. Nino whimpered, pressing
back against the intrusions as soon as the sensations changed from discomfort
to pleasure.
“Please, fuck.” Nino panted, his bangs sticking to his forehead with sweat.
“Want it, want it Ohno.” And when he begged like that, wanted it, needed it
that much, who was Ohno to deny him? He entered Nino with as much care as ever,
his body quaking with the effort of not thrusting hard into that tight heat.
Nino keened, dropping to his elbows as Ohno bent double, raining kisses across
his back and shoulders, nipping as a distraction whenever he felt Nino wince
beneath him. And soon enough, the slight hitches of breath turned into pants of
pent-up need to move, so Ohno followed that signal and thrust.
The long burning slide of friction pulled a wail from Nino that was so heavy
with arousal, Ohno swore later he could have come from the sound alone.
Instead, he shifted his weight to his knees, letting his right hand move to
Nino’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. He always did have good rhythm.
Nino had long since lost the ability to form real words, instead moaning and
crying out in meaningless sounds that never the less were understood loud and
clear by Ohno. That shuddery groan meant ‘faster’, that gasped-out cry was
‘harder’, that high-pitched draw-out keening was undeniably ‘right there, right
there’.
And then, into the skin of Nino’s shoulder, Ohno realized he was speaking over
and over and over again. “So beautiful. Nino, Nino, love. So beautiful.” And
then finally, quietly, but still audible over Nino’s cries, “I love you.”
Ohno swore that in that moment, that heartbeat of space between them, Nino
said, “Always loved you.”
But Nino was shaking, falling, crying out in surprise over the speed and
strength of his sudden orgasm, and as he instinctively jerked harder into
Ohno’s thrusts, it tipped him over the edge too. His vision went white and the
air felt cold, so cold across his skin, but Nino was there.
Settling back into himself, Ohno pulled himself out of Nino’s body with a
groan, feeling a tug of worry at the small whimpery sound it brought from the
smaller boy. Peeling off the condom and tossing it in the trash, he put a clean
hand over Nino’s heart. “Nino? You okay?”
Nino nodded his head, and Ohno frowned. He spooned against Nino’s back,
stroking the skin of the younger boy’s chest. Something was wrong, that much
was clear.
“Are you sure?”
Suddenly, Nino rolled over and curled into a ball against Ohno’s chest.
Suddenly afraid for Nino, Ohno wrapped his arms around Nino’s waist and pulled
him close. He murmured soft comforts, concerned that Nino was upset, or worse,
in pain.
“Tell me what’s wrong, please?”
“I can’t let go now,” Nino answered quietly.
“What?”
“Let go. I can’t let go. I thought I could, but I can’t.”
“Nino,” Ohno said, stroking Nino’s hair and frowning in confusion. “I don’t get
it. Let go?”
“I’m sorry,” Nino replied, sounding hurt and small. “I thought… I thought just
once would be okay. It’d be enough. But it’s not, and I can’t—“
“Go back to before?” Ohno finished for him, suddenly reading Nino’s expression
and hesitance perfectly. “Then we won’t.”
Nino’s head came up, and Ohno pulled back just in time not to get knocked in
the chin. “We won’t?” Nino asked, clearly taken aback. Ohno kissed him, hard
and deep, until he felt Nino relax in his arms.
“No. I… like you. And, well.” Suddenly nervous (and not considering that
perhaps after they’d already slept together was not the proper time to be
anxious about this), he instinctively reached for Nino’s hand. “Maybe we could…
go out sometime? To eat, or a movie, or… something?”
“Yes,” Nino responded instantly. “Yes yes yes. We’ll go out. We can—we can do
that.”
“Promise,” Ohno agreed, smiling as the weariness set in and the warmth of Nino
curled against his body registered. Nino beamed, relief washing across his face
along with a genuine happiness that Ohno had only rarely seen. Hooking their
pinky fingers together, Nino pecked Ohno on the nose.
“Promise.”
And as Ohno fell asleep, lulled by the quiet breathy sounds of an already
dreaming Nino, a single thought registered in his mind:
‘We should listen to Aiba’s advice more often.’
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