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ciirceeLolz I have so much to write so I ignore it in order to write retarded Ohmiya fic (with some retarded rainbow-gay-boyband love) and watch Kamen Rider Kabuto (Meg was not wrong when she said that just when you think 'I could write a fic where X happens!' you watch the next episode and X happens--truly, Japan loves us very much).
Chelle continues to find my involvement with Arashi to be 'skeevey'. I am sad because Arashi is awesome and everybody deserves to have that many rainbows in their lives.
Kiss kiss kiss soshite…
Kiss
The first time Nino kissed him meaningfully Ohno was so shocked that he brought it up in the MC.
"He kissed my hand!"
And Sho, who'd been across from him in the circle, laughed. "They did!"
Nino set the scene for playing it out and because he hadn't meant to bring it up, Ohno acted along. The crowd went wild when Nino held his hand and gave him a smoldering stare before suavely kissing his hand. Sho and Aiba and Jun were laughing; to Ohno they were almost louder than the arena crowd because they were closer and Ohno would have known their voices in his sleep.
Still, even with all the focus on them, Ohno knew he was the only one who could really see Nino at that moment. There was a rueful, embarrassed look in his eyes that said 'sorry, Oh-chan, I really didn't mean to do that' with a slight quirk of his lips and an even slighter jerk of his shoulder making clear that 'that' was the kiss that happened off-stage and off-camera.
The kiss Nino brushed his knuckles with on stage was split-second and so light as to be not there at all. Ohno thought that he wouldn't have felt it anyway—his hand was still buzzing with the other kiss. The one give without a thought about who they were or where they were or why they were there. They'd been shaking hands with the others, their own fingers laced together and hands swinging and their pulses bumping companionably against each other's; then—on the upswing—an absentminded warmth as Nino's mouth skimmed over the knuckles of their joined hands with a muttered 'good luck, Oh-chan, let's work hard'.
In all the years they'd been friends, Nino had kissed him before but never without an intended audience. So as small and thoughtless and unintentional as that kiss had been, that kiss had been more real than all the rest combined. On stage, Ohno grinned for the crowd as they roared and let his eyes answer Nino. 'I don't mind' and his fingers squeezed Nino's briefly as they let go. 'Really', they said.
Kiss
They'd rehearsed the kiss the night before. They'd rehearsed the kiss that day just hours before the concert was slated to start. Pulling Ohno to him and kissing him (on the cheek, just at the corner of his mouth) was not a surprise to anybody on the stage.
And in truth, Nino had kissed Ohno so many times that there was nothing new in it for him. He already knew the smell of Ohno's aftershave and cologne (though they did still share that). He was pretty sure that he could kiss a dozen people and probably pick Ohno out of the crowd just based on the feel of the skin under his hands and lips. There was nothing about kissing Ohno—jokingly or not—that Nino wasn't already familiar with.
Still, they were on stage and so he pulled his jacket up to cover his face, just as Ohno did with his own, and pretended like it was rocking his world. It blocked the crowd noise and the music enough that Nino could hear Ohno laughing and not just feel it against his cheek.
"Nino," Ohno said.
"Oh-chan," Nino returned, grinning at him behind the red-white-blue. He kissed him again as Sho and Jun laughed down at them because it was Ohno and he just couldn't help it.
Kiss
They were sitting on the floor of Ohno's room playing koi-koi with his sister's deck of cards; he could hear his mother a few rooms away washing the dinner dishes and humming to herself. It was a nice, homey sort of night made even better by Nino's bitching about scoring only a kasu while Ohno had scored the gokou and both zane hands.
"I want to be oya," Nino said, scrunching his face up.
Ohno shuffled the deck and grinned at him. "I don't trust you with cards."
"Ohno-mama!" Nino yelled. "Satoshi is hurting my feelings!"
"Satoshi-kun," his mother called back, "quit picking on Kazunari-kun." Ohno pulled a face as Nino gloated at him. "But don't let him cheat you at cards, either," she added and Ohno laughed as Nino's face fell comically.
They laughed together, their heads bent over the cards together, and Ohno thought it was because his mother was funny, because Nino was definitely going to cheat him at cards, because Ohno was almost definitely going to let him, because they were together, together, together. He cradled Nino's face in his hands. "Kazu~~," he said, scrunching his face up the way Nino often did when his smile was too big to contain.
Nino's hands were cool against his cheeks. "Sa~~toshi," he sing-songed in reply.
He squished Nino's cheeks affectionately. "Kazu," he said happily.
"Satoshi," Nino repeated.
There was something in Nino's touch, in his voice though neither had changed, that made Ohno look at him. Really look. "Oh," he said quietly.
For all the ribbing he took, Ohno was neither stupid nor unobservant. Sitting there on his bedroom floor, with his mom just down the hall and his sister's cards spread out between them Ohno thought that he should back up, look away, crack a joke, call Nino 'Yuuji', something. "Hey," he said softly instead. He felt his hands move without direct permission from his brain, so that he wasn't holding Nino's face but was only touching it with light fingertips.
"Hi," Nino whispered.
After that first, unconsciously real kiss they had kissed again. Hundreds of times since then. Tiny, fleeting touches of uncontainable affection that landed on the handiest part of the other that they could reach: hands and shoulders and cheeks and sometimes lips. Once he'd kissed Nino's ankle and twice his stomach and if he sat watching Nino playing games, he generally got a peck on the knee. Nobody thought a thing of them kissing each other. Nobody paid it any mind—least of all them.
Only this…this couldn't be ignored, Ohno thought. This was kissing with intent to kiss. There was time to think and back away. There was—unspoken but louder than words—the knowledge that this was neither fan service nor simple affection. And still they were leaning in to each other, slowly, focused, with the clear message of 'I am going to kiss you now' in every microscopic movment.
Nino's mouth was very soft and a bit warm. His lips clung slightly when Ohno moved his. When Ohno let his lips part just slightly Nino's breath came in with a little rush, very humid and faintly ginger. It was so exactly like kissing Nino that it centered him, so exactly unlike kissing Nino ever that it spun him around. It was Nino, so known and familiar at his side and it was his heart in his throat and his blood pounding in his ears and his fingers tingling just from resting on Nino's jaw as their mouths touched. It was the easiest, most nerve-wracking thing he'd ever done.
He pulled back and looked at Nino. You're my best friend, he thought. If this doesn't seem to work I will stop it before I lose you and one day we'll joke about our failed romance, he thought.
And we'll still be best friends, Nino's eyes said. We'll still be together.
Always, always, always.
"Oh," Ohno said, smiling. "Hi. Hello, Kazu."
"Hello, hello," Nino agreed. "Nice to meet you, Satoshi."
Soshite
Nino was having a bad, bad, bad morning. Aiba and Jun were giving him shit because he couldn't stop smiling.
"Not smirking!" Aiba chirruped.
"Certainly not," Jun agreed while Aiba made notes on his clipboard. "Not plotting something."
"Not fake," Aiba noted in a tone of full-out scientific inquiry.
"Not sly."
"Not raising tension in any significant way."
"Not laughing."
"Not amused," Nino cut over them. Next to him on the green-room couch, Ohno gave him a distracted thumbs-up. Nino could feel it happen—the small, stupid, unstoppable tug on his lips and he smiled at Ohno again.
"Aha!" Jun turned to Aiba. "Definitely Leader-related."
Aiba nodded. "So~! Leader-related happiness that is NOT a joke, a prank, or a tension-raising maneuver! It can be only one thing!"
Ohno looked up from the choreographer's notes. "We spent last night after dinner necking like teenagers in my room. My mom almost caught us. It gave him the giggles."
He slapped the back of Ohno's head even as he felt the laughter bubble up from somewhere deep inside. "What are you thinking telling them that?"
"It's too early for that," Sho said from the doorway. He was yawning and looked amused and glad to see everybody.
Nino felt like he'd swallowed sandbags for breakfast. Because he'd known Sho the longest, loved him before the others did, and knew that when Sho said 'gross!' he really sort of rather meant it. For Nino, if Sho looked at them now and meant it, it would be over. Nobody would talk about it ever again, not even on lonely, drunk nights. There would be no discussion, no blame, and no guilt because they were Arashi, because Nino (and Ohno too, he thought) loved Sho and Arashi as much as they loved each other. From the way Ohno moved, suddenly cautious, Nino knew that he knew it too.
So he grinned at Sho, his obnoxious don't-you-want-to-hit-me grin. "Hey, Keio-boy, he just said it was last night. How's that too early?"
He could see the moment that the truth sank in. Sho froze for a moment and then turned away and walked to the coat hooks, hanging up his bag with precise and careful movements. Nino looked away from him, to Aiba's thoughtful face. Aiba blinked at him, then made a heart with his hands and Nino snorted softly because nobody in the world could doubt Aiba's love.
Jun was looking at Sho with soft eyes full of understanding and that didn't change as his eyes tracked back to Nino's own. For all the Doumyouji comparisons that everybody loved to throw around (and weren't entirely untrue), Jun was their secret sweetheart. If anybody in the group felt awful, they could go to Jun and he would love them even if they were a total jackass moron. Jun's comfort lasted just as long as tears did. He gave Jun a little shrug in return.
"Oh-chan, pass me those notes," he said, elbowing Ohno in the ribs. "I didn't get to study last night."
Ohno flipped back to the first page and handed them to him but before Nino could even get a solid grip on the paper Sho was there, yanking them out of his hands and then pushing himself into the two millimeters of space that Nino had left between himself and Ohno, wedging them apart. "You know," Sho said, giving Nino a look that Nino couldn't read. "You're not even going to listen," he sighed before turned to Ohno. "You know—all of this—with Nino—" Sho waved a hand meaningfully. "He's going to be insufferable, you know that, right?"
"Really?" Ohno asked, giving Sho an earnest look.
"Yes."
"Definitely."
"He already is."
Ohno nodded seriously. "He's gonna bully me, isn't he?"
"Definitely."
"Yes."
"He already is."
Looking at them made Nino's throat ache in the best way possible. "Screw you guys," he said, getting up to get coffee. Ohno caught up to him in the vending machine room, warm and solid at his side. "Seriously," he said as Ohno slung an arm around his waist.
Next up: If it's not my Bang*Bang or![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
springkink stuff, it will be something that is definitely all ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
beckerbell's fault.
Chelle continues to find my involvement with Arashi to be 'skeevey'. I am sad because Arashi is awesome and everybody deserves to have that many rainbows in their lives.
Kiss kiss kiss soshite…
Kiss
The first time Nino kissed him meaningfully Ohno was so shocked that he brought it up in the MC.
"He kissed my hand!"
And Sho, who'd been across from him in the circle, laughed. "They did!"
Nino set the scene for playing it out and because he hadn't meant to bring it up, Ohno acted along. The crowd went wild when Nino held his hand and gave him a smoldering stare before suavely kissing his hand. Sho and Aiba and Jun were laughing; to Ohno they were almost louder than the arena crowd because they were closer and Ohno would have known their voices in his sleep.
Still, even with all the focus on them, Ohno knew he was the only one who could really see Nino at that moment. There was a rueful, embarrassed look in his eyes that said 'sorry, Oh-chan, I really didn't mean to do that' with a slight quirk of his lips and an even slighter jerk of his shoulder making clear that 'that' was the kiss that happened off-stage and off-camera.
The kiss Nino brushed his knuckles with on stage was split-second and so light as to be not there at all. Ohno thought that he wouldn't have felt it anyway—his hand was still buzzing with the other kiss. The one give without a thought about who they were or where they were or why they were there. They'd been shaking hands with the others, their own fingers laced together and hands swinging and their pulses bumping companionably against each other's; then—on the upswing—an absentminded warmth as Nino's mouth skimmed over the knuckles of their joined hands with a muttered 'good luck, Oh-chan, let's work hard'.
In all the years they'd been friends, Nino had kissed him before but never without an intended audience. So as small and thoughtless and unintentional as that kiss had been, that kiss had been more real than all the rest combined. On stage, Ohno grinned for the crowd as they roared and let his eyes answer Nino. 'I don't mind' and his fingers squeezed Nino's briefly as they let go. 'Really', they said.
Kiss
They'd rehearsed the kiss the night before. They'd rehearsed the kiss that day just hours before the concert was slated to start. Pulling Ohno to him and kissing him (on the cheek, just at the corner of his mouth) was not a surprise to anybody on the stage.
And in truth, Nino had kissed Ohno so many times that there was nothing new in it for him. He already knew the smell of Ohno's aftershave and cologne (though they did still share that). He was pretty sure that he could kiss a dozen people and probably pick Ohno out of the crowd just based on the feel of the skin under his hands and lips. There was nothing about kissing Ohno—jokingly or not—that Nino wasn't already familiar with.
Still, they were on stage and so he pulled his jacket up to cover his face, just as Ohno did with his own, and pretended like it was rocking his world. It blocked the crowd noise and the music enough that Nino could hear Ohno laughing and not just feel it against his cheek.
"Nino," Ohno said.
"Oh-chan," Nino returned, grinning at him behind the red-white-blue. He kissed him again as Sho and Jun laughed down at them because it was Ohno and he just couldn't help it.
Kiss
They were sitting on the floor of Ohno's room playing koi-koi with his sister's deck of cards; he could hear his mother a few rooms away washing the dinner dishes and humming to herself. It was a nice, homey sort of night made even better by Nino's bitching about scoring only a kasu while Ohno had scored the gokou and both zane hands.
"I want to be oya," Nino said, scrunching his face up.
Ohno shuffled the deck and grinned at him. "I don't trust you with cards."
"Ohno-mama!" Nino yelled. "Satoshi is hurting my feelings!"
"Satoshi-kun," his mother called back, "quit picking on Kazunari-kun." Ohno pulled a face as Nino gloated at him. "But don't let him cheat you at cards, either," she added and Ohno laughed as Nino's face fell comically.
They laughed together, their heads bent over the cards together, and Ohno thought it was because his mother was funny, because Nino was definitely going to cheat him at cards, because Ohno was almost definitely going to let him, because they were together, together, together. He cradled Nino's face in his hands. "Kazu~~," he said, scrunching his face up the way Nino often did when his smile was too big to contain.
Nino's hands were cool against his cheeks. "Sa~~toshi," he sing-songed in reply.
He squished Nino's cheeks affectionately. "Kazu," he said happily.
"Satoshi," Nino repeated.
There was something in Nino's touch, in his voice though neither had changed, that made Ohno look at him. Really look. "Oh," he said quietly.
For all the ribbing he took, Ohno was neither stupid nor unobservant. Sitting there on his bedroom floor, with his mom just down the hall and his sister's cards spread out between them Ohno thought that he should back up, look away, crack a joke, call Nino 'Yuuji', something. "Hey," he said softly instead. He felt his hands move without direct permission from his brain, so that he wasn't holding Nino's face but was only touching it with light fingertips.
"Hi," Nino whispered.
After that first, unconsciously real kiss they had kissed again. Hundreds of times since then. Tiny, fleeting touches of uncontainable affection that landed on the handiest part of the other that they could reach: hands and shoulders and cheeks and sometimes lips. Once he'd kissed Nino's ankle and twice his stomach and if he sat watching Nino playing games, he generally got a peck on the knee. Nobody thought a thing of them kissing each other. Nobody paid it any mind—least of all them.
Only this…this couldn't be ignored, Ohno thought. This was kissing with intent to kiss. There was time to think and back away. There was—unspoken but louder than words—the knowledge that this was neither fan service nor simple affection. And still they were leaning in to each other, slowly, focused, with the clear message of 'I am going to kiss you now' in every microscopic movment.
Nino's mouth was very soft and a bit warm. His lips clung slightly when Ohno moved his. When Ohno let his lips part just slightly Nino's breath came in with a little rush, very humid and faintly ginger. It was so exactly like kissing Nino that it centered him, so exactly unlike kissing Nino ever that it spun him around. It was Nino, so known and familiar at his side and it was his heart in his throat and his blood pounding in his ears and his fingers tingling just from resting on Nino's jaw as their mouths touched. It was the easiest, most nerve-wracking thing he'd ever done.
He pulled back and looked at Nino. You're my best friend, he thought. If this doesn't seem to work I will stop it before I lose you and one day we'll joke about our failed romance, he thought.
And we'll still be best friends, Nino's eyes said. We'll still be together.
Always, always, always.
"Oh," Ohno said, smiling. "Hi. Hello, Kazu."
"Hello, hello," Nino agreed. "Nice to meet you, Satoshi."
Soshite
Nino was having a bad, bad, bad morning. Aiba and Jun were giving him shit because he couldn't stop smiling.
"Not smirking!" Aiba chirruped.
"Certainly not," Jun agreed while Aiba made notes on his clipboard. "Not plotting something."
"Not fake," Aiba noted in a tone of full-out scientific inquiry.
"Not sly."
"Not raising tension in any significant way."
"Not laughing."
"Not amused," Nino cut over them. Next to him on the green-room couch, Ohno gave him a distracted thumbs-up. Nino could feel it happen—the small, stupid, unstoppable tug on his lips and he smiled at Ohno again.
"Aha!" Jun turned to Aiba. "Definitely Leader-related."
Aiba nodded. "So~! Leader-related happiness that is NOT a joke, a prank, or a tension-raising maneuver! It can be only one thing!"
Ohno looked up from the choreographer's notes. "We spent last night after dinner necking like teenagers in my room. My mom almost caught us. It gave him the giggles."
He slapped the back of Ohno's head even as he felt the laughter bubble up from somewhere deep inside. "What are you thinking telling them that?"
"It's too early for that," Sho said from the doorway. He was yawning and looked amused and glad to see everybody.
Nino felt like he'd swallowed sandbags for breakfast. Because he'd known Sho the longest, loved him before the others did, and knew that when Sho said 'gross!' he really sort of rather meant it. For Nino, if Sho looked at them now and meant it, it would be over. Nobody would talk about it ever again, not even on lonely, drunk nights. There would be no discussion, no blame, and no guilt because they were Arashi, because Nino (and Ohno too, he thought) loved Sho and Arashi as much as they loved each other. From the way Ohno moved, suddenly cautious, Nino knew that he knew it too.
So he grinned at Sho, his obnoxious don't-you-want-to-hit-me grin. "Hey, Keio-boy, he just said it was last night. How's that too early?"
He could see the moment that the truth sank in. Sho froze for a moment and then turned away and walked to the coat hooks, hanging up his bag with precise and careful movements. Nino looked away from him, to Aiba's thoughtful face. Aiba blinked at him, then made a heart with his hands and Nino snorted softly because nobody in the world could doubt Aiba's love.
Jun was looking at Sho with soft eyes full of understanding and that didn't change as his eyes tracked back to Nino's own. For all the Doumyouji comparisons that everybody loved to throw around (and weren't entirely untrue), Jun was their secret sweetheart. If anybody in the group felt awful, they could go to Jun and he would love them even if they were a total jackass moron. Jun's comfort lasted just as long as tears did. He gave Jun a little shrug in return.
"Oh-chan, pass me those notes," he said, elbowing Ohno in the ribs. "I didn't get to study last night."
Ohno flipped back to the first page and handed them to him but before Nino could even get a solid grip on the paper Sho was there, yanking them out of his hands and then pushing himself into the two millimeters of space that Nino had left between himself and Ohno, wedging them apart. "You know," Sho said, giving Nino a look that Nino couldn't read. "You're not even going to listen," he sighed before turned to Ohno. "You know—all of this—with Nino—" Sho waved a hand meaningfully. "He's going to be insufferable, you know that, right?"
"Really?" Ohno asked, giving Sho an earnest look.
"Yes."
"Definitely."
"He already is."
Ohno nodded seriously. "He's gonna bully me, isn't he?"
"Definitely."
"Yes."
"He already is."
Looking at them made Nino's throat ache in the best way possible. "Screw you guys," he said, getting up to get coffee. Ohno caught up to him in the vending machine room, warm and solid at his side. "Seriously," he said as Ohno slung an arm around his waist.
Next up: If it's not my Bang*Bang or
springkink stuff, it will be something that is definitely all beckerbell's fault. 