Maou? Arashi? Ohno/Toma? IDEK.
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ciirceeIt's going under the Arashi tag because...well, because I can put it there.
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Salutations! (Or: Say 'good morning', lose your mind)
Toma is running late for filming. He's still damp from his shower when he gets to the studio and ducks into the tiny room he and Ohno use for storing their personal stuff during the working hours. Ohno is in there, too, but he's already in Naruse's trademark black suit. But, Toma is relieved to notice, Ohno hasn't yet been to hair and make-up so he must not be too horribly late.
"Ohno!" Toma grins and offers him a small wave. They've only been filming for a week and he's still a little unsure of how to act. They've worked together before, they've been to dinner and drinking together since, and they're friends, of a sort, but this is just different enough to make him nervous. So he's a little boisterous, to offset the nerves. "Good morning!" He slings his backpack into the corner and tugs off his t-shirt, just to save the staff a little time. When he turns back to offer Ohno another wave before he runs to wardrobe he's a little shocked to find Ohno right inside of his personal space. "Hello?" he offers.
He's a little more than 'shocked' when Ohno drops to his knees. And nuzzles his stomach. And flicks open the button on his jeans. "You smell nice," Ohno says to hollow of Toma's hipbone as Toma's jeans and boxers say hello to his own knees. "Like soap."
"Uh," says Toma. He wonders dizzily if he should apologize for being hard. And for being right in Ohno's face with it. "'kaa-san buys the Rishiri kelp kind."
"Oh," Ohno says and his breath is a warm-cold tingle that ruffles the hair under Toma's navel. "It reminds me a little of the ocean."
"That's—" 'nice', is what Toma is going to say. Everybody knows how much Ohno Satoshi loves the ocean (or at least the fish in it) so it must be nice to be reminded of it even if the reminder is coming from skin Toma doesn't usually show to anybody but his doctor. He doesn't say it, however, because his throat clogs up with thick, heavy air as Ohno takes a firm grip on him and licks a hot stripe up the underside of his cock. He manages to suck in enough air to say 'aah'.
Ohno looks up at that, looks up and gives him a little crinkle-eyed smile that's still a bit sleepy at the corners. Somehow it is still completely and utterly shocking when that smile turns into a gentle kiss against the head of his cock. There aren't even concepts for the level of shock that comes with Ohno's tongue flicking out and curling around the head just before his lips close over it.
Toma is pretty sure he's going to have a lump on the back of his head from where it hits the door. The ceiling in the coat room looks a lot like the ceiling of Toma's room at home and he tries to convince himself that he's dreaming. He looks back down to Ohno (because if he's dreaming, he's not going to bother wasting it) and is a little startled by the black hair. He's still not used to it and, damn it, he can't be dreaming because if he were there would be blond hair under his hands.
He's not entirely sure when he put his hands in Ohno's hair. He tries to take them out but the strands are so soft, just as silky-smooth as they look, that he ends up merely running his hands through that dark, dark hair over and over again. "Ohno," he manages to say and he's breathless enough to excuse the lack of words to follow that.
Ohno's eyes smile up at him, steady and sure, and Ohno hums a little. It's quiet and muffled and deep in his throat (which is where Toma thinks he's going to end up if Ohno does that again) and probably meant as a response to his outbreak of verbosity. Well, Toma thinks, well if they're going to have a conversation… "Oh, god," he says. "Oh, god, oh god, oh god."
With his mouth occupied Ohno is a bit limited in his ability to respond so Toma isn't expecting much. Except he's forgotten that Ohno isn't the most talkative of men and still manages to make himself plainly understood. And adored. Ohno's eyes crinkle at the corners again and Ohno's tongue does something delicious and wicked and devilish and (hello, he's Maou, Toma thinks) the back of Toma's head meets the door again. He has enough presence of mind to not clutch Ohno's head and just go for it, though. Just barely. He shifts as he masters the impulse, spreading his legs wider to keep his hips from jolting forward.
Ohno hums again, a pleased sounding hum, and the hand that had been curved warmly over Toma's hip slides down to his thigh and then up between his legs, cupping his balls gently and giving them a friendly tug. It's almost too much and Toma looks down to tell Ohno this and Ohno is looking back at him with dark, dark eyes. "I'm going to—" he chokes out. He's not sure anymore if it's a warning or a plea. Ohno's eyes get darker, his hands firmer, his mouth gets softer, wetter, hotter, and Toma sees Ohno's lips meet Ohno's pretty fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and then it is too much.
He comes so hard that his vision whites out and then fades to black and then stars come out. When the stars go away there's just Ohno, still on his knees at his feet with his mouth bruised a delicate shade of red. Ohno wipes the back of his hand across his mouth and then stands up, brushing at the knees of his pants as he does so. "Salty," he says when they're face-to-face again. He sounds amused and happy and very…very Ohno-like.
"Like the ocean?" Toma asks. It's not his fault if he's stupid, he thinks. But Ohno grins at him like he said something wonderful and Toma wants to kiss him all of a sudden. He leans back against the door a little more fully, thinking he just might try that if he can find enough bones and muscles that haven't been liquefied.
Ohno's eyes dip down and his bright grin quirks into something a little surprised. "Ah, your pants," he says, as though he'd just noticed that Toma's pants are not where Toma had put them when he'd left the house.
Toma looks down. They definitely aren't. The pants and boxers are still at his knees, which is where Ohno has left them. He doesn't particularly care. "Huh," he says.
Ohno's smile flashes again and Toma smiles back, helpless against that sweetness. "I'll get them for you," Ohno promises. And Ohno does, smoothing the boxers up first and then the jeans, his hands gentle and comfortable against Toma's body. He's just doing up the button and Toma is pretty sure he's found enough bones for that kiss when the door vibrates under a sudden knock.
If Toma hadn't been so very relaxed he would have jumped.
"Ohno-san?" It's one of the Assistant Directors calling through the door. "You're due for hair and make-up!" Toma remembers 'work' and he does jump then. His heart also makes a jump, lodging in his throat. They're going to get caught. They absolutely can't open the door, he thinks.
Ohno opens the door. "I stopped to say hello to Toma," he says happily.
The AD looks over Ohno's shoulder and Toma wonders if he looks half as panicked as he feels. "Ah, Ikuta-san! Wardrobe is ready for you." The AD turns and gestures to Ohno. "If you'll come with me?" he says, setting off down the hall.
"Okay," Ohno says to the AD. He half-turns as he follows him, waving at Toma over his shoulder. "Let's work hard today!" he calls back.
Toma nods, waving back, shell-shocked. "Yeah," he says.
The AD looks back, too. "Wardrobe," he reminds.
Right, thinks Toma, wardrobe. He takes off at a run (it's good practice for being Serizawa) and is in the wardrobe room in less than two minutes. He checks the clock to mark his time and realizes that he's only been in the building for ten minutes all together. And he also realizes that the wardrobe room clock has an Arashi background. Ohno and Sakurai and Aiba and Matsujun and Nino are smiling together behind the tick and whirl of the seconds and minutes and hours. Toma stares at them while the costumers put Naoto's clothes on him.
"Hey," Toma says as he fastens his belt, "hey, if you knew that they were going to come after you, who would you want to find you first: Matsujun or Nino?"
The dresser looks at him. "What did you do?" she asks in a hush.
"I said 'good morning' to Ohno," answers Toma. He thinks for a minute. "And 'hello'," he admits.
The girl looks at him like he's crazy. "I don't think Arashi-san would get mad at you for that," she says diplomatically.
And Toma thinks that the craziest thing about the day so far is that he can sort of believe that. He's got the sneaking suspicion that when Ohno told the AD that he stopped to say 'hello' he meant just that. It's entirely possibly that Arashi exchange sexual favors like handshakes and well-wishes. Toma would certainly not be surprised if it were true. At least, not anymore. "You might be surprised," he says.
Oh, god, you guys. Blame
waxrose for this. Seriously. All I did was drop off a tiny snippet of fic in her journal and she gave me a brainworm (also, love ♥). Oh, god, I am going to go crawl in a hole.Salutations! (Or: Say 'good morning', lose your mind)
Toma is running late for filming. He's still damp from his shower when he gets to the studio and ducks into the tiny room he and Ohno use for storing their personal stuff during the working hours. Ohno is in there, too, but he's already in Naruse's trademark black suit. But, Toma is relieved to notice, Ohno hasn't yet been to hair and make-up so he must not be too horribly late.
"Ohno!" Toma grins and offers him a small wave. They've only been filming for a week and he's still a little unsure of how to act. They've worked together before, they've been to dinner and drinking together since, and they're friends, of a sort, but this is just different enough to make him nervous. So he's a little boisterous, to offset the nerves. "Good morning!" He slings his backpack into the corner and tugs off his t-shirt, just to save the staff a little time. When he turns back to offer Ohno another wave before he runs to wardrobe he's a little shocked to find Ohno right inside of his personal space. "Hello?" he offers.
He's a little more than 'shocked' when Ohno drops to his knees. And nuzzles his stomach. And flicks open the button on his jeans. "You smell nice," Ohno says to hollow of Toma's hipbone as Toma's jeans and boxers say hello to his own knees. "Like soap."
"Uh," says Toma. He wonders dizzily if he should apologize for being hard. And for being right in Ohno's face with it. "'kaa-san buys the Rishiri kelp kind."
"Oh," Ohno says and his breath is a warm-cold tingle that ruffles the hair under Toma's navel. "It reminds me a little of the ocean."
"That's—" 'nice', is what Toma is going to say. Everybody knows how much Ohno Satoshi loves the ocean (or at least the fish in it) so it must be nice to be reminded of it even if the reminder is coming from skin Toma doesn't usually show to anybody but his doctor. He doesn't say it, however, because his throat clogs up with thick, heavy air as Ohno takes a firm grip on him and licks a hot stripe up the underside of his cock. He manages to suck in enough air to say 'aah'.
Ohno looks up at that, looks up and gives him a little crinkle-eyed smile that's still a bit sleepy at the corners. Somehow it is still completely and utterly shocking when that smile turns into a gentle kiss against the head of his cock. There aren't even concepts for the level of shock that comes with Ohno's tongue flicking out and curling around the head just before his lips close over it.
Toma is pretty sure he's going to have a lump on the back of his head from where it hits the door. The ceiling in the coat room looks a lot like the ceiling of Toma's room at home and he tries to convince himself that he's dreaming. He looks back down to Ohno (because if he's dreaming, he's not going to bother wasting it) and is a little startled by the black hair. He's still not used to it and, damn it, he can't be dreaming because if he were there would be blond hair under his hands.
He's not entirely sure when he put his hands in Ohno's hair. He tries to take them out but the strands are so soft, just as silky-smooth as they look, that he ends up merely running his hands through that dark, dark hair over and over again. "Ohno," he manages to say and he's breathless enough to excuse the lack of words to follow that.
Ohno's eyes smile up at him, steady and sure, and Ohno hums a little. It's quiet and muffled and deep in his throat (which is where Toma thinks he's going to end up if Ohno does that again) and probably meant as a response to his outbreak of verbosity. Well, Toma thinks, well if they're going to have a conversation… "Oh, god," he says. "Oh, god, oh god, oh god."
With his mouth occupied Ohno is a bit limited in his ability to respond so Toma isn't expecting much. Except he's forgotten that Ohno isn't the most talkative of men and still manages to make himself plainly understood. And adored. Ohno's eyes crinkle at the corners again and Ohno's tongue does something delicious and wicked and devilish and (hello, he's Maou, Toma thinks) the back of Toma's head meets the door again. He has enough presence of mind to not clutch Ohno's head and just go for it, though. Just barely. He shifts as he masters the impulse, spreading his legs wider to keep his hips from jolting forward.
Ohno hums again, a pleased sounding hum, and the hand that had been curved warmly over Toma's hip slides down to his thigh and then up between his legs, cupping his balls gently and giving them a friendly tug. It's almost too much and Toma looks down to tell Ohno this and Ohno is looking back at him with dark, dark eyes. "I'm going to—" he chokes out. He's not sure anymore if it's a warning or a plea. Ohno's eyes get darker, his hands firmer, his mouth gets softer, wetter, hotter, and Toma sees Ohno's lips meet Ohno's pretty fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and then it is too much.
He comes so hard that his vision whites out and then fades to black and then stars come out. When the stars go away there's just Ohno, still on his knees at his feet with his mouth bruised a delicate shade of red. Ohno wipes the back of his hand across his mouth and then stands up, brushing at the knees of his pants as he does so. "Salty," he says when they're face-to-face again. He sounds amused and happy and very…very Ohno-like.
"Like the ocean?" Toma asks. It's not his fault if he's stupid, he thinks. But Ohno grins at him like he said something wonderful and Toma wants to kiss him all of a sudden. He leans back against the door a little more fully, thinking he just might try that if he can find enough bones and muscles that haven't been liquefied.
Ohno's eyes dip down and his bright grin quirks into something a little surprised. "Ah, your pants," he says, as though he'd just noticed that Toma's pants are not where Toma had put them when he'd left the house.
Toma looks down. They definitely aren't. The pants and boxers are still at his knees, which is where Ohno has left them. He doesn't particularly care. "Huh," he says.
Ohno's smile flashes again and Toma smiles back, helpless against that sweetness. "I'll get them for you," Ohno promises. And Ohno does, smoothing the boxers up first and then the jeans, his hands gentle and comfortable against Toma's body. He's just doing up the button and Toma is pretty sure he's found enough bones for that kiss when the door vibrates under a sudden knock.
If Toma hadn't been so very relaxed he would have jumped.
"Ohno-san?" It's one of the Assistant Directors calling through the door. "You're due for hair and make-up!" Toma remembers 'work' and he does jump then. His heart also makes a jump, lodging in his throat. They're going to get caught. They absolutely can't open the door, he thinks.
Ohno opens the door. "I stopped to say hello to Toma," he says happily.
The AD looks over Ohno's shoulder and Toma wonders if he looks half as panicked as he feels. "Ah, Ikuta-san! Wardrobe is ready for you." The AD turns and gestures to Ohno. "If you'll come with me?" he says, setting off down the hall.
"Okay," Ohno says to the AD. He half-turns as he follows him, waving at Toma over his shoulder. "Let's work hard today!" he calls back.
Toma nods, waving back, shell-shocked. "Yeah," he says.
The AD looks back, too. "Wardrobe," he reminds.
Right, thinks Toma, wardrobe. He takes off at a run (it's good practice for being Serizawa) and is in the wardrobe room in less than two minutes. He checks the clock to mark his time and realizes that he's only been in the building for ten minutes all together. And he also realizes that the wardrobe room clock has an Arashi background. Ohno and Sakurai and Aiba and Matsujun and Nino are smiling together behind the tick and whirl of the seconds and minutes and hours. Toma stares at them while the costumers put Naoto's clothes on him.
"Hey," Toma says as he fastens his belt, "hey, if you knew that they were going to come after you, who would you want to find you first: Matsujun or Nino?"
The dresser looks at him. "What did you do?" she asks in a hush.
"I said 'good morning' to Ohno," answers Toma. He thinks for a minute. "And 'hello'," he admits.
The girl looks at him like he's crazy. "I don't think Arashi-san would get mad at you for that," she says diplomatically.
And Toma thinks that the craziest thing about the day so far is that he can sort of believe that. He's got the sneaking suspicion that when Ohno told the AD that he stopped to say 'hello' he meant just that. It's entirely possibly that Arashi exchange sexual favors like handshakes and well-wishes. Toma would certainly not be surprised if it were true. At least, not anymore. "You might be surprised," he says.
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Date: 2009-06-01 02:34 am (UTC)ANYWAY this was great. I love how Toma stays startled for the entirety of the fic and the staff humoring him and Ohno being so calm and collected in his inimitable way. It was great ♥