And now there's pornish Arashi!
May. 15th, 2008 02:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciirceeChelle-sama is totally going to drown me one day but, damn it, today Japan LOVES ME. Ohmiya was my gateway drug. The first video footage I found of Arashi was the backstage-at-Sendai video. And now I have this. My Happy Alert Level has just been raised to RAINBOW.
Also, once Meg said I was no fun. Which is seriously TRUFAX... but one of us had to do something with the concept (you'll figure out what it is, trust me). Now, to pressure her for 'moslesting Sho for being inappropriately hot'...
ETA: Found a translation for 'Top Secret'. It sort of reads like the beginnings phone sex.
The Last Two.
They'd been given a list of questions to look over before they'd gone to the set and told they could cross off any they could not—or would not—answer. Sho had given him a look like he'd been crazy to let Nino have first crack at the list but Jun had known what he was doing. He was the last one with the list and he handed it to Sho when he was finished with it. "See—I took off everything he didn't. He can't cause trouble with these."
Sho had smiled at him. "MatsuJun," he'd said with an approving smile and then slapped him on the shoulder.
And now, the interview was almost over—just two questions to go. It had all gone very well, Jun thought.
"What is the scariest thing about being in Arashi?" the program's host asked. Jun had liked that question.
"T no Arashi," Nino said immediately.
"Ni no Arashi," Sho countered.
Ohno looked at Nino, then at Sho, and then to the audience. "Being on stage with all of them behind me," he said sincerely. "I know that somebody is going to touch my butt. Seriously! Sometimes it's all of them! And sometimes it's nobody. Waiting to see if it'll happen—it's very stressful!"
Jun had liked that question.
"Being afraid to disappoint our fans," he said, taking the microphone away from Ohno before he could go on. "I always want to do only my best for the people who support us so letting them down—that scares me most." He handed Aiba the microphone while the crowd of girls in the audience swooned over that.
"In Arashi," Aiba said, looking directly at the camera, "we eat our own."
Jun hadn't done as well on his English proficiency test as he'd wanted and Aiba's English was always so random that it took him a few seconds to understand why Sho burst out laughing and darted off the stage. And then understanding pierced the uncontrolled laughter still flooding through the studio and Jun froze, his polite smile fixed firmly on his face.
The memories were startling and immediate, fresh from that very morning. Warm hands, soft touches, hot mouths and even hotter eyes and Jun still didn't know whether to blame Captain (who could out bad-idea Nino when he wanted to, no question) or the staff (who'd left them alone in the green room for nearly an hour). Jun hung on to his smile stubbornly as he turned to face Aiba. "What?" he asked calmly.
Aiba's eyes were clear and earnest and Jun hoped desperately that the camera could not read the heat and mischief under that thin layer of 'idiot' that Aiba had put over it. "Seriously," he said. His voice made Jun dizzy because it wasn't quite Aiba's normal giggly tone. It was light, yes, and amused, yes, but there was something absolutely wicked in it as well. "Jun-chan is very S! Right, Nino?"
Oh, thought Jun, fuck. Yes.
~*~
He'd outfoxed Nino. He had him pressed back against the craft services table in the room and moaning out curses like songs. Nothing Nino sang ever sounded as good as a harsh 'hurry up, you bastard, they're not gonna leave us alone in here forever'. And Jun always took it as a dare because Nino was Nino. He pulled his mouth away, letting go of Nino with a wet 'pop'. He nuzzled his cheek against Sho's bare thigh (Sho was apparently too wrung out to bother pulling his pants back up, not that Jun was going to complain). "Sho-kun, shut him up before I have to stop," he instructed.
Sho obligingly leaned over and fitted his mouth against Nino's, effectively muffling him. Jun just watched for a moment, Nino's cock resting hot along his cheek, because Sho's mouth was a miracle to watch. Those lush, cupid's-bow lips always looked so soft…
"Hey, we were listening to that."
Jun turned more fully to look at Ohno. Ohno was kneeling on the couch, his chin resting on the back, and looking back at him. He looked drowsy and rumpled and vague with his mouth bruised a delicious shade of red.
Aiba pushed into view, resting his head against Ohno's. He was adorably flushed and half-pouting. "Yeah. That was our audio porn."
Sho giggled (and really, Jun thought, that was the cutest thing about him—the fact that sex made him giggly) and Nino took the opportunity to pull his mouth away with a slick smacking sound. "You fucker," he began and Jun took him in all the way, all at once, and made him choke.
"Better," Aiba announced.
"Mm," Ohno said noncommittally.
Sho cupped Nino's face and went back to kissing him. Jun smiled to himself around the length of Nino in his mouth and began to move. He kept pace with Sho's hand stroking over Nino's cheek (shallow) and down along his neck (deep), and so slow. He watched Sho's hand drift down, his thumb rubbing at the hollow of Nino's throat. There was a reason, he thought, that Sho was their smart one. He fluttered his tongue against the large vein on the underside of Nino's cock and was rewarded with a ragged moan as Nino tore his mouth away from Sho.
Jun drew off again. "Hmm?" he asked and he could feel the grin playing wildly on his face but didn't care because 'torture the Nino' was fun. "Something?"
"Fucker," Nino said feelingly. "The staff is going to come back with those questions again and if I don't finish before then—"
"That'd be a shame," Jun said, challenging him with a smile.
"That'd be mean," Aiba corrected and Jun felt Aiba's long fingers stir through the hair that lay on his shoulders, giving him pleasant goose bumps. "Jun-chan isn't mean…" Jun had to look at Aiba as he knelt down beside him, those long limbs somehow impossibly, awkwardly graceful as they folded. "He's not mean," Aiba repeated, his hand curling hot over Jun's own at the base of Nino's shaft. "Just a little cruel. Right?" Aiba was smiling up at Nino, openly fond, as his tongue curled out of his mouth to delicately touch the head of Nino's cock.
Nino's cute hands clutched spasmodically at the table and Jun grabbed a fistful of Aiba's hair and yanked him over for a rough kiss. Nino whined beautifully and Aiba half-laughed into the kiss and Jun had a round, full second to enjoy both before he felt Ohno's hand on his cheek, pulling him away from Aiba. "This," Ohno whispered, sweet and insistent against his ear. "This."
Jun let Ohno lead him because there were times when Ohno was so unquestionably 'leader' that there was no other option. "Hold his hips," he said, because if he didn't say something he knew Nino would give him hell for his obedience later. "Or else I'm biting him."
"You'll probably bite anyhow," Aiba said cheerfully, putting one hand on Nino's hip and the other on Jun's shoulder, clearly bracing himself. For all his wiriness, Nino wasn't exactly a weakling. Jun nipped Aiba's jaw nicely in thanks.
"Nino," Ohno said, obviously directing. He had a hand on Nino's other hip. From the sound Sho was making, Ohno's free hand wasn't exactly free and Jun smiled. "Now this," Ohno said softly, smiling back at him. His fingers were sweeping over Nino's skin in long, smooth strokes and Jun realized that Ohno, ever the consummate dancer, must have known what he was up to earlier. He leaned over to lick a quick line across Ohno's hand—tasting sweat and ink and Aiba there—before turning his attention back to Nino, sliding his mouth over him slow and steady and perfect.
~*~
"Right, Nino?" Aiba said again. "Jun-chan can be a little cruel!"
Jun shifted, polite and cool and desperately hard, and delivered a stinging slap to the top of both their heads. He'd have done the same to Sho if Sho hadn't been offstage, bent nearly double next to the guy with the cue-cards and laughing his fool head off.
"Ow!" Nino wailed theatrically.
Ohno wandered off the stage to put an arm around Sho. Jun could see one of the cameras track him and he hit Nino again for good measure. He reminded himself that they only had one more question to get through and then he could leave, pretending that he'd never even heard of his idiot band mates. "Before this gets out of hand," he said to the interviewer, as though things weren't already out of hand, "let's move on to the next question. The last one, right?"
The host latched on to that with all the gratitude of a very confused drowning man. "Yes, that's right! We're almost out of time!"
Ohno and Sho came back to the couch, Sho put comfortably between Nino—who threw a companionable arm around him—and Ohno. He offered Jun a sheepish smile which Jun accepted with a faint roll of his eyes and an even fainter quirk of his lips that wanted to be a smile.
"Question?" Nino asked, sounding chipper.
The host nodded, looking happy. "What is the best thing about being in Arashi?" he asked and then handed Nino the microphone.
Nino took it with a sweet smile and turned to the camera. "In Arashi," he said, sounding happy and innocent and Jun hated him very, very, very much, "we eat our own!"
Also, once Meg said I was no fun. Which is seriously TRUFAX... but one of us had to do something with the concept (you'll figure out what it is, trust me). Now, to pressure her for 'moslesting Sho for being inappropriately hot'...
ETA: Found a translation for 'Top Secret'. It sort of reads like the beginnings phone sex.
The Last Two.
They'd been given a list of questions to look over before they'd gone to the set and told they could cross off any they could not—or would not—answer. Sho had given him a look like he'd been crazy to let Nino have first crack at the list but Jun had known what he was doing. He was the last one with the list and he handed it to Sho when he was finished with it. "See—I took off everything he didn't. He can't cause trouble with these."
Sho had smiled at him. "MatsuJun," he'd said with an approving smile and then slapped him on the shoulder.
And now, the interview was almost over—just two questions to go. It had all gone very well, Jun thought.
"What is the scariest thing about being in Arashi?" the program's host asked. Jun had liked that question.
"T no Arashi," Nino said immediately.
"Ni no Arashi," Sho countered.
Ohno looked at Nino, then at Sho, and then to the audience. "Being on stage with all of them behind me," he said sincerely. "I know that somebody is going to touch my butt. Seriously! Sometimes it's all of them! And sometimes it's nobody. Waiting to see if it'll happen—it's very stressful!"
Jun had liked that question.
"Being afraid to disappoint our fans," he said, taking the microphone away from Ohno before he could go on. "I always want to do only my best for the people who support us so letting them down—that scares me most." He handed Aiba the microphone while the crowd of girls in the audience swooned over that.
"In Arashi," Aiba said, looking directly at the camera, "we eat our own."
Jun hadn't done as well on his English proficiency test as he'd wanted and Aiba's English was always so random that it took him a few seconds to understand why Sho burst out laughing and darted off the stage. And then understanding pierced the uncontrolled laughter still flooding through the studio and Jun froze, his polite smile fixed firmly on his face.
The memories were startling and immediate, fresh from that very morning. Warm hands, soft touches, hot mouths and even hotter eyes and Jun still didn't know whether to blame Captain (who could out bad-idea Nino when he wanted to, no question) or the staff (who'd left them alone in the green room for nearly an hour). Jun hung on to his smile stubbornly as he turned to face Aiba. "What?" he asked calmly.
Aiba's eyes were clear and earnest and Jun hoped desperately that the camera could not read the heat and mischief under that thin layer of 'idiot' that Aiba had put over it. "Seriously," he said. His voice made Jun dizzy because it wasn't quite Aiba's normal giggly tone. It was light, yes, and amused, yes, but there was something absolutely wicked in it as well. "Jun-chan is very S! Right, Nino?"
Oh, thought Jun, fuck. Yes.
~*~
He'd outfoxed Nino. He had him pressed back against the craft services table in the room and moaning out curses like songs. Nothing Nino sang ever sounded as good as a harsh 'hurry up, you bastard, they're not gonna leave us alone in here forever'. And Jun always took it as a dare because Nino was Nino. He pulled his mouth away, letting go of Nino with a wet 'pop'. He nuzzled his cheek against Sho's bare thigh (Sho was apparently too wrung out to bother pulling his pants back up, not that Jun was going to complain). "Sho-kun, shut him up before I have to stop," he instructed.
Sho obligingly leaned over and fitted his mouth against Nino's, effectively muffling him. Jun just watched for a moment, Nino's cock resting hot along his cheek, because Sho's mouth was a miracle to watch. Those lush, cupid's-bow lips always looked so soft…
"Hey, we were listening to that."
Jun turned more fully to look at Ohno. Ohno was kneeling on the couch, his chin resting on the back, and looking back at him. He looked drowsy and rumpled and vague with his mouth bruised a delicious shade of red.
Aiba pushed into view, resting his head against Ohno's. He was adorably flushed and half-pouting. "Yeah. That was our audio porn."
Sho giggled (and really, Jun thought, that was the cutest thing about him—the fact that sex made him giggly) and Nino took the opportunity to pull his mouth away with a slick smacking sound. "You fucker," he began and Jun took him in all the way, all at once, and made him choke.
"Better," Aiba announced.
"Mm," Ohno said noncommittally.
Sho cupped Nino's face and went back to kissing him. Jun smiled to himself around the length of Nino in his mouth and began to move. He kept pace with Sho's hand stroking over Nino's cheek (shallow) and down along his neck (deep), and so slow. He watched Sho's hand drift down, his thumb rubbing at the hollow of Nino's throat. There was a reason, he thought, that Sho was their smart one. He fluttered his tongue against the large vein on the underside of Nino's cock and was rewarded with a ragged moan as Nino tore his mouth away from Sho.
Jun drew off again. "Hmm?" he asked and he could feel the grin playing wildly on his face but didn't care because 'torture the Nino' was fun. "Something?"
"Fucker," Nino said feelingly. "The staff is going to come back with those questions again and if I don't finish before then—"
"That'd be a shame," Jun said, challenging him with a smile.
"That'd be mean," Aiba corrected and Jun felt Aiba's long fingers stir through the hair that lay on his shoulders, giving him pleasant goose bumps. "Jun-chan isn't mean…" Jun had to look at Aiba as he knelt down beside him, those long limbs somehow impossibly, awkwardly graceful as they folded. "He's not mean," Aiba repeated, his hand curling hot over Jun's own at the base of Nino's shaft. "Just a little cruel. Right?" Aiba was smiling up at Nino, openly fond, as his tongue curled out of his mouth to delicately touch the head of Nino's cock.
Nino's cute hands clutched spasmodically at the table and Jun grabbed a fistful of Aiba's hair and yanked him over for a rough kiss. Nino whined beautifully and Aiba half-laughed into the kiss and Jun had a round, full second to enjoy both before he felt Ohno's hand on his cheek, pulling him away from Aiba. "This," Ohno whispered, sweet and insistent against his ear. "This."
Jun let Ohno lead him because there were times when Ohno was so unquestionably 'leader' that there was no other option. "Hold his hips," he said, because if he didn't say something he knew Nino would give him hell for his obedience later. "Or else I'm biting him."
"You'll probably bite anyhow," Aiba said cheerfully, putting one hand on Nino's hip and the other on Jun's shoulder, clearly bracing himself. For all his wiriness, Nino wasn't exactly a weakling. Jun nipped Aiba's jaw nicely in thanks.
"Nino," Ohno said, obviously directing. He had a hand on Nino's other hip. From the sound Sho was making, Ohno's free hand wasn't exactly free and Jun smiled. "Now this," Ohno said softly, smiling back at him. His fingers were sweeping over Nino's skin in long, smooth strokes and Jun realized that Ohno, ever the consummate dancer, must have known what he was up to earlier. He leaned over to lick a quick line across Ohno's hand—tasting sweat and ink and Aiba there—before turning his attention back to Nino, sliding his mouth over him slow and steady and perfect.
~*~
"Right, Nino?" Aiba said again. "Jun-chan can be a little cruel!"
Jun shifted, polite and cool and desperately hard, and delivered a stinging slap to the top of both their heads. He'd have done the same to Sho if Sho hadn't been offstage, bent nearly double next to the guy with the cue-cards and laughing his fool head off.
"Ow!" Nino wailed theatrically.
Ohno wandered off the stage to put an arm around Sho. Jun could see one of the cameras track him and he hit Nino again for good measure. He reminded himself that they only had one more question to get through and then he could leave, pretending that he'd never even heard of his idiot band mates. "Before this gets out of hand," he said to the interviewer, as though things weren't already out of hand, "let's move on to the next question. The last one, right?"
The host latched on to that with all the gratitude of a very confused drowning man. "Yes, that's right! We're almost out of time!"
Ohno and Sho came back to the couch, Sho put comfortably between Nino—who threw a companionable arm around him—and Ohno. He offered Jun a sheepish smile which Jun accepted with a faint roll of his eyes and an even fainter quirk of his lips that wanted to be a smile.
"Question?" Nino asked, sounding chipper.
The host nodded, looking happy. "What is the best thing about being in Arashi?" he asked and then handed Nino the microphone.
Nino took it with a sweet smile and turned to the camera. "In Arashi," he said, sounding happy and innocent and Jun hated him very, very, very much, "we eat our own!"
