I love my fandom NOW WITH DAY EIGHT.

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Back later with fic, I swear. For now: fivesomeaday has a quiz. About nipples. SERIOUSLY.

ETA .01: Um. My...layout changed? What? Remind me to ask Edward if he's been screwing with my journal. I keep leaving Hiyori unattended by him to run sweeps and defrags and I can't imagine that she changed my wallpaper, my winamp skin, and my journal layout all by herself. I married a strange man, is my guess.

ETA: Day Eight. Day Eight, I say! T-time for more Arashi? SHUT UP, I LIKE THEM.

Today's prompt was something I got from honooko on Y!M. Because aldksfjd YOU GUYS. I told her Ohmiya/Inoue Mao! In Jun's bed! And she did it. I probably would have borne her children if she'd asked it of me. I was seriously, seriously impressed.

Instead, she gave me an awesome prompt. Namely: Tiny!Nino sleeping over at Sho's and telling Sho a secret (that sometimes he likes boys). …dudes, I am SO weak to Tiny!Nino and Midget!Sho. ♥♥ I hope I did this justice.



Tucked in (inside of me)

Ever since he had been a kid, Sho's mother had washed linens using a particular brand of laundry soap that smelled like lilacs and a particular sort of fabric softener that smelled like vanilla. Essentially, Sho's bed generally smelled very girly.

Tonight it smelled overwhelmingly like boy. He and Ninomiya were crammed together in his bed with the sheets up over their heads and, even though they had both had a bath, somehow everything still smelled like the fact that they'd spent the whole day running around in the sunshine, being idiots together. There was a clean-sweaty-earthy smell, a scent like soccer and baseball and like Sho had smoked a cigarette when his mom wasn't looking and like Nino had stolen a beer from home before he'd come over and they were drinking it under Sho's blankets while they looked at dirty magazines that Sho had got from Kokubun Taichi a week earlier.

The beer and the magazine were the main reason why he and Nino were in the same bed and under all the blankets they'd been able to throw on it. Sho had a small penlight trained on the pages that Nino was helping him to hold open. "What about her?" he asked quietly. "Would you buy her?" He couldn't help laughing, feeling it was an embarrassing and stupid way to ask but he couldn't think of a better way to say it that wasn't totally crude. "Blonde hair is pretty, right?"

"Umhm," Nino hummed agreement and then swallowed, carefully passing the can of beer to Sho. "Blonde hair is nice but I wouldn't buy this one," he nudged his shoulder into Sho's, grinning at him in the dim light.

Sho nudged him back. "How come?" he asked, taking a measured sip of beer.

"Her boobs are too big. I'd feel like I was suffocating, wouldn't I?"

"I wouldn't," Sho declared after studying the photo again.

"You should; we're the same size."

Sho passed the can back to him. "I haven't hit my growth spurt yet," he said. "When I do, those are going to be perfect breasts. I'll just…I don't know, keep her in my closet until then."

Nino giggled, soft little chuffs under his breath and muffled by his hand. "You're seventeen already; you can't keep a woman in your closet forever."

"I'm going to get a growth spurt any time now," Sho said, punching Nino on the arm. "I totally am. She'll be out of my closet in no time."

"I suppose you can give her to Shu," Nino said with a casual shrug. "He might be big enough soon."

Sho punched Nino on the arm again. "That's my baby brother!" he said, slapping him on the back of the head for good measure. "You sick freak. That's like me talking about doing your sister or something."

Nino choked on the beer. "Ew," he said.

"Exactly," Sho said, feeling vindicated as he took the beer back. He drank, flipping past a picture of a girl with smaller boobs. Nino reached for the beer and he put the can into his hand but didn't let it go. "Hey," he said, feeling a little giddy. "You want to know a secret?"

Nino looked back at him, strangely bright in the light reflecting off the aluminum top of the beer can. "What kind of secret?"

Sho bit his lip and looked to the side. It probably wasn't something he should talked about but at the same time, he had to tell. "You know, talking about sisters…"

"Ew," Nino repeated. "If this is about MY sister—"

"It's not about your sister," Sho pulled the beer can, still in Nino's hand, back to his mouth, taking another drink. "You remember when we went to Kyoto and we stayed with those guys at the hotel? Kohara and Machida and everybody?"

"Yeah," Nino said slowly, pulling the beer over to his mouth. Sho let go of the can and folded his hands under his chin.

"Well, Yara's got an older sister and she was watching everybody play volleyball, right? After…" He couldn't hold back a grin. It felt stupid and wide, stretching his face. "After that, she and I…we did it."

Nino was frozen, the lip of the can just barely touching his lips. "You did it with—was that your first time?"

Sho couldn't speak. He felt his grin get bigger and his cheeks get hotter as he nodded. He didn't expect for Nino to laugh. "What?" he demanded.

"Your first time was just then and I had mine before we even went there."

"You did not."

"I did, I did!" Nino fumbled the beer can out of the bed, the air from outside the blankets making a tiny, fresh breeze. Nino rolled toward him, grinning maniacally. "With that dance instructor from B-Studio—the same one that did Aiba."

"Aiba? Aiba Masaki?" Sho asked. "He—no he didn't. He did NOT. There's no way both of you lost your virginity before I did."

"Sho-kun is such a late bloomer," Nino caroled. "I didn't realize you hadn't found puberty yet. Maybe you really will get a growth spurt."

That was too much to let go. Sho pushed the magazine out of the way and leapt on Nino, tickling his sides. "You little brat, I'm your senpai," he said, attacking Nino's stomach. "Show me some respect!"

"I'm your senpai," Nino gasped between helpless giggles, wriggling under Sho's hands. "I got my cherry popped first!"

"You're a slut," Sho told him, mercilessly poking his fingers at where neck met shoulder, making Nino's shoulders shoot up as he convulsed with giggles. "Pervert child!"

"Quit it, quit it! I take it back!" Nino gave in, trying to twist away as Sho pinned him to the bed. "I take it back, oh great and honorable Sho-sama!"

Sho quit tickling to collapse against Nino's back. "That's better," he said on a laugh of his own. "Pervert," he added for good measure.

Beneath him, Nino shifted, rolling so that they were face to face to face again. The little flashlight was under his shoulder, shining through the thin yellow t-shirt Nino was wearing. "Sho-kun…" In the muted light it was hard to read Nino's face. "Sho-kun, do you want to know a secret?"

"Sure," Sho shrugged, digging for the light under Nino's shoulder. He stopped in surprise when Nino caught his hand in an unexpectedly tight grip. "Nino?"

Nino's eyes stared straight up at him, black pools in the dimness. "I might really be a pervert. A little bit of one, anyhow."

"Nino?"

"Sometimes…" Nino's hand tightened and Sho thought that it was a convulsive thing, an uncontrolled reaction, almost fearful. "Sometimes I think I could probably do it with a guy."

"Do—" said Sho, breaking off when it occurred to him. "You mean, like with a girl—with a guy?" he asked, just to make sure.

"Like that," Nino agreed quietly. "Just—it's not like seeing a pretty girl and wanting to, I mean. It's—I'd—if I knew him. If he was somebody…you know, like if he was a friend or something, maybe."

Sho froze, feeling like the wind had been knocked completely out of him. "A friend, maybe," he echoed. Under him, Nino bit his lips and nodded. Sho was stingingly aware of every single place he and Nino were touching and just how many places there were to be aware of. Personal places. "Like me, maybe?" he asked. He was glad he didn't sound like his heart had jumped into his throat in a panicked attempt to climb out of his chest.

"Eh?" Nino asked. His eyes went wide. "No."

He'd have liked to have accepted Nino's denial without question but Sho had known Nino for too long already. He knew what sort of an actor Nino was, how good he could be. "We know each other. We're friends. You're in my bed drinking beer and looking at porn."

"Well, maybe when you get your growth spurt and turn into somebody cool I'll quit getting into your bed to drink beer and look at your second-hand nudie magazines," Nino told him. "But for now, it's like thinking about making it with my own sister."

"Nino," Sho said. Nino having a crush on him and confessing to him wasn't something to joke about.

"Fuck," Nino sighed. His arms came up suddenly, wrapping around Sho's neck and Sho found himself in the middle of a beer-flavored, toothpaste-tinted kiss. Nino's mouth was damp and warm and his tongue was there but it wasn't as gross as Sho thought it should have been. It was a lot like kissing a girl, only with less lip-gloss taste. Nino's mouth left his with a soundless slide. "And see, I don't have a raging boner. I'm not even half hard and that's with you laying on me."

To illustrate, Nino's hips lifted, Nino's groin pressing warm and soft against Sho's thigh. "Oh, god, get it off me," Sho yelped, shoving at Nino. "I don't want to feel that at all!"

Nino giggled, his thighs locking around Sho's own. "Big baby," he taunted. "It's just a flaccid penis."

In all the world, Sho thought, there was only one way to respond to that. He shoved his fingers into Nino's armpits and aimed for the most ticklish point he could find. "I can't believe you said that," he howled as Nino shrieked with laughter. "You are the grossest guy I have ever met. The absolute worst! I'm going to have to get a head injury to forget that!"

Nino flailed under him, nearly speechless, breathless and almost crying as Sho kept up the assault. "You asked for it," he managed.

"Never in a hundred billion years!" Sho assured him, putting a knee on Nino's hip in order to keep him in reach.

"You—"

"You boys," said Sho's father's voice.

Sho went dead still sharing a single horrified look with Nino before letting go and flailing the blankets away from their heads. The overhead light of his room was blinding after the near-total darkness of the world under the sheets. Sho looked at his father, who was standing with a hand on the light switch, and then took a quick glance at the rest of his room. The open beer and the open magazine (open to a woman who wasn't exactly closed) were in plain view next to the bed. He, himself, was still lying mostly on top of Nino. Even his crumpled up, empty pack of cigarettes had been jostled loose from where he'd hidden it under his mattress. He looked back at his father. "Dad," he said, feeling wide-eyed. "Um."

His father shook his head. "You boys need to settle down and get some sleep before somebody's mother comes around to investigate all this noise."

"We will!" Sho said his voice in unison with Nino's as they both scrambled out of the bed and snatched at anything they could reach.

"Good night, boys," his father said, shutting the door behind him.

Sho threw the magazine behind his dresser, while Nino downed the rest of the beer in one gulp and dropped the can into the bushes outside of Sho's window. The empty cigarette package went into the trash under a pile of tissues. "That was close," Nino said as they climbed back into the bed.

"Oh, god, my mom would have killed us," Sho agreed, spooning around Nino without thinking about it. It was only as Nino settled back heavy against him that Sho remembered Nino's confession. He was too tired and too comfortable to move, strangely unbothered by it. "Nino?" He brushed Nino's hair away from his mouth with a jerk of his chin. "Hey."

"You want me to move?" Nino asked drowsily.

"No." He tightened his arms just to make sure Nino didn't. "How come you told me?"

Nino yawned, one of his arms laying over Sho's, his palm warm against the back of Sho's own hand. "You're my best friend. It would have been weird to tell anybody else first. Even Aiba."

"Oh." Sho felt warm. He nestled his cheek against Nino's hair. "Okay." He felt Nino grow heavier and limper against him and he shifted just enough to brush the top of Nino's head with a light kiss. "Good night," he said quietly, settling in beside him again.





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1: Sho did not tell Nino 'you're the only one who knows about me and Yara's sister' to which Nino did not reply 'I hope SHE knows that'.

2: Nino did not tell Sho 'It would have been weird to tell anybody else first…though I guess the guy who was kissing me probably figured it out'.

3: I do not need to write underaged!Ohmiya half-porn.

4: Tiny!Toma (who was also in Kyoto at the time of the underaged!Ohmiya half-porn that doesn't need to exist) does not need to be in the room where everybody is watching actual porn. No matter HOW cute his expression of horrified fascination might be.