Underaged Ohmiya fic? For Leader!
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tangiblewhimsy. I rewrote it fully. Twice. And while I'm still not happy with it I have decided that I will never be entirely satisfied. If it's no good, I'll just do better next year. ♥ ILU, Leader.
And with thanks tohonooko. For the accidental encouragement. Not the bear in court, the other thing. ILU2.
This story takes place after--and deals with the aftermath of-- this fic.
Kyo to Kyo
Somehow, in someway that Ohno just doesn't understand, exchanging a tiny kiss with that kid Ninomiya and then mock fucking has changed into this. He looks at their joined hands with curiosity. "You have cute hands," he declares.
"Shut up," Nino tells him pleasantly, flexing his fingers. Then. "Yours are nice. Way nicer than mine. Pretty." He blushes a little. Ohno grins and pokes his cheek with a finger. "Stop that!" Nino says, batting him off.
Ohno laughs. "You know," he says softly, "they only expect us to do this for a few hours, maybe." It's true. The whole 'now you're dating, oh no a long distance romance—better be with him while you can' thing is funny but he knows the other guys will forget about it in a little while. But it's funny and…
"I say we do it for the whole month," Nino tells him. "Hold hands whenever we can, sit together for dinner and stuff."
There's a swelling feeling in Ohno's heart, a tightening in his stomach that he ignores. Ninomiya is fourteen and Ohno himself is nearly seventeen, after all. But they can still have fun together. Still play around. Ohno thinks this kid is going to be fun, maybe. "You can sleep with me in my room."
Grinning, Nino looks sly and foxlike. "Let's switch between your room and the one I've got with my friends. That way everybody notices. Because we can talk about it loudly."
This kid. This kid, Ohno thinks. He nods. "And we can hold hands all the time, even in our sleep," he decides. He looks at their hands again. "Maybe a break for peeing and showering."
Nino looks at their hands too; Ohno lets him move their joined hands around as he looks from all angles. "Peeing is fine," Nino tells him. "I'm left handed so if we hold hands my right with your left…"
Ohno laughs because this idea is terrible and beautiful. "Okay, but I'm unzipping my own pants, so we'll have to let go for that."
Nino sticks out his tongue, grinning, "If you say so. And showering is all right because we don't have to hold hands if we're touching each other all over. Supposedly."
Thinking of the faces of the others—the guys he knows, the ones he doesn't—Ohno snorts. "We have to say suggestive things in there."
There is a dreamy look on Nino's face. "I love you, Oh-chan," he declares boldly. "I'm glad you're my pretend boyfriend."
"I'd be your pretend fiancée but you're too young to get pretend engaged," Ohno tells him, pretending to be a little bit heartbroken.
"My mother would never pretend agree," Nino agrees sadly. "But one day, Oh-chan, one day—"
The door at their back opens and Ohno falls through it in surprise. He's not sure if Nino falls with him or if he accidentally pulls him along but he doesn't mind getting landed on even if Nino DOES have bony elbows. "Hi?" he questions up at the two boys looking down at them.
"You guys are jerks," Nino says cheerfully, propping himself up on Ohno's chest. Ohno puts an arm around him, hand splayed at the small of his back, all automatically. Nino's back is warm through his yellow juniors t-shirt.
One of the boys gives them a haughty look. "Find a room, Nino," he says.
The other boy laughs, high pitched and wheezy and almost like a giggle. "Nino, we could hear everything you said."
"Ah, so you're perverts too," Nino says.
"Love perverts," Ohno adds. They HAD been discussing their 'relationship', after all.
"It's one in the morning," says the first boy. "Just wrap it up so the rest of us can get some sleep."
Ohno looks at Nino to find Nino looking at him. He glances in at his bed and raises his eyebrows. Ohno nods and fishes out his phone. "I'm going to let Machi know I'm sleeping here tonight."
Nino doesn't get off his chest as he texts, phone held over both their heads. "What are you telling him?" he asks. His breath is warm against Ohno's cheek.
Showing him the screen, Ohno reads it off anyhow. "Sleeping with Nino-chan tonight. Wish me luck!"
With a laugh, Nino rolls out of his arms and clambers to his feet. He holds out his hand and Ohno puts his own into it. It feels familiar already, warm and comfortable. The smile on Nino's face, in his eyes, feels that way too. "Let's go to bed, Oh-chan," Nino says.
"Of course," Ohno says, as though this is the most normal thing in the world. He sees Nino sneak a glance at the other boys. "Want to take each other's clothes off?"
He can't see Nino's face in the sudden dark created by the guy who shuts off the lights with a huff but he doesn't need to. Nino is laughing. They both are and that makes a picture all of its own.
Waking up with Ninomiya isn't nearly as weird as Ohno has suspected it would be. His arm is numb to the point where he wonders if it's still there. He's way too hot despite the fact that he's in a t-shirt and boxers only. There's an unbearable itch on his leg caused by too much leg hair in one area (he assumes). None of these are pleasant at all but they're all mitigated by the kitten-like smile on Nino's sleeping face and the heavy warmth of a thigh really, really close to his morning wood.
There are also the two guys from last night staring down at him, at them. "Yo," he greets them, holding Nino a little tighter. A little like a shield.
One of the guys grins at him, blinding bright. "Hey, it's time for breakfast. Think you can wake up Nino?"
Looking down at the mess of dark hair, Ohno shrugs. "Sure."
The other guy smiles at him. "Great."
Ohno has a bad feeling about this.
"But he hits," the guy goes on.
"And kicks," adds the other one.
"Sometimes he bites."
"He yells a lot."
"Shut up, assholes," Nino mutters into Ohno's chest. "That's you; this is Oh-chan." He picks his head up and smiles sleepily. "Morning."
Ohno cuddles him and grins at Nino's friends. "Our love was destined," he proclaims.
Breakfast is a big, group affair as it always is when they have guests. It goes off without a hitch although the looks they keep getting makes eating hard. They keep choking back laughter and nearly choking on the food as they do so. Even going to the bathroom works out okay, right hand to left. He meets Nino's eye and they do a coordinated shake-off to Yonehara's laughingly traumatized shrieks.
"What are you going to do if one of you has to crap?" he asks as they all wash their hands
(Ohno shares his sink with Nino and they wash for each other because another boy has come in and looks so, so disturbed.)
But he's got a valid question. Ohno's the adult here, more or less. He looks at Nino expectantly.
Nino looks at Yonehara. "We're not that married."
"Yet," Ohno adds and Nino beams.
"What?" asks Sakurai Sho, who has come in to investigate the bathroom back up.
"Pooping is private," Ohno and Nino accidentally declare at the same time in the same virtuous tone.
During rehearsal, whenever there is a break, they seek each other out. Despite being hot and sweaty, Nino wraps his arms around Ohno from behind and they sway. It's a very contented feeling. Ohno tips his head back against Nino's shoulder. "You want to sleep in my room tonight or yours again?" he asks as his eyes slip closed. Being warm always makes him feel a little closed-eyes.
"Mmm, I don't know. Do we want Jun giving us the stink eye or your roommate?" he asks.
Ohno opens his eyes and looks over at Machi. Machida is giving them a narrow-eyed look. He snickers. "Machi's not glaring. He's wondering what he should do. That's his thinking-face."
"Oh." Nino shrugs around him. "Your room is good."
"Your room?" Rachi looks over at Ohno. "'nother party?" he asks happily.
Another party might be nice, but it's not what Ohno wants. He wants to actually talk to Ninomiya. Or something. He's still not really clear on what it is that he wants aside from to hang out with this kid. "Nino and I are sleeping together," he answers in reverent tones. He puts his hands over Nino's arms around his waist. "In my room tonight."
"In your bed," Nino adds helpfully.
"Under my blankets," Ohno continues.
"Together," Nino clarifies.
It's needless because Rachi looks both amused and slightly horrified. "He's jailbait."
"You don't understand our love," Ohno tells his friend sadly as the play director motions them both to the front of the stage.
Waking up with Nino the next morning is a lot like waking up with him the first morning except instead of Aiba and Jun (Nino yells at them both over dinner, so Ohno remembers) it's Machi standing over them. And he doesn't look like he's annoyed or happy, just like he's not sure what to do. "Breakfast?" he mouths at Ohno.
Ohno nods and noses at Nino's hair—because one of his arms has gone dead again and the other is trapped between them. Nino's hair smells…well, like hair. Like two, too-hot boys crammed into one bed because it's just plain funny. "Nino." His hair is soft but Ohno found this out the other day. "Hey, it's time for breakfast."
Nino squirms and makes a grumpy noise and seriously, his leg is in some dangerous territory. And then it's gone. "Who's looking?" he asks.
Ohno pats his back. "Just Machi."
Machida's face scrunches up. "I'm trying to think if I should be jealous but I'm hungry so if you're awake, I'm going to breakfast."
"I like him," Nino says as the door shuts behind Machi. He sits up, palms hot on Ohno's chest as he pushes up. "Breakfast?"
"Sure," Ohno says, sitting up himself.
He doesn't hold Nino's hand until they're out the door but it's nice to find that as he reaches, Nino is already reaching back.
They're still getting looks and giggles at breakfast and it's still very comfortable, until somebody yells 'KISS HIM'.
And then it's even funnier and more comfortable as Ohno turns and finds Nino already leaning into him and their mouths meet in brief peck that has them both tipping sideways, away from each other, and laughing until it hurts.
Ohno goes on this way for a week: perfectly happy, honestly content, working hard, trying to remember names, kissing Nino every time somebody yells for it—with is often, very, very often—and getting the giggles with Nino directly after.
Until he notices that Nino isn't giggling so much anymore.
So when Aiba wakes them for breakfast one morning, Ohno doesn't get out of Nino's bed and he doesn't let Nino up either. Both Aiba and Jun give them looks but leave just the same. Ohno pinches Nino's ear. "'sup?" he asks quietly.
Nino sighs and props himself up on an elbow. He looks at Ohno and Ohno lets him, watching his strange, solemn little face with curiosity. Nino puffs up his cheeks and blows out a breath. "What do they expect?" he asks. "Do they think you're just going to shove your tongue down my throat at the table or something? In the hall? In the toilets?"
Ohno rubs his hand over Nino's back, feeling his thin shirt rumple and smooth under his hand as he does. He's thinking and Nino lets him. Nino is good at that. "Do you wanna skip breakfast?" he asks.
Nino slaps a hand over his face and peeks out between his fingers. "You're really out of it sometimes, aren't you?"
Pulling a face, Ohno pulls Nino's hand down, holding it in his own for a moment. "I get it. We can stop if you want. We can do something else if you want or stop it all together." He doesn't want that. He likes playing with Nino. And it could still be fun, if they can just think of a way to outsmart everybody. He thinks they can do it. He thinks Nino can. "But until then, do you want to skip breakfast?"
"Yeah," Nino says. Ohno's stomach grumbles and Nino laughs, a real one. "But I don't think you do."
"Hm." He doesn't, not really. He pushes Nino out of bed.
"Ouch," says Nino companionably.
Ohno offers him a hand up. "C'mon," he says, tugging him to his feet. Still in their pajamas, he leads Nino down the hall, all the way to the other end to his and Machi's room. They don't have much in the dorms, honestly, but they've got food. Sort of.
"Wow," says Nino.
"Shut up," says Ohno. There's bread that isn't moldy and it's not like he can't make toast. So he does and then slaps a bit of mayonnaise on it and hands one slice to Nino, who is sitting on the tiny kitchen counter. He leans against it and eats his own. They are quiet. Just the sounds of munching toast and early-morning-Kyoto-outside-the-window. He smiles up at Nino.
"Hey," Nino says and he slips off the counter. Ohno looks at him and is honestly a bit surprised when Nino kisses him on the mouth, a quick peck like all the others. There are toast crumbs involved in this one. Ohno kisses him back because…well, why wouldn't he? It's a good morning.
The door opens and then shuts again.
"I FOUND THEM," Machi can be heard yelling.
Nino's brow furls. "OUR LOVE IS PRIVATE," he shouts.
Ohno nods at him. "WE ARE TAKING IT TO THE NEXT LEVEL," he adds at the top of his voice. Then he goes and locks the door because he can hear a stampede of people coming and he doesn't want them in. For right now, it's not for fun.
They spend the rest of the day refusing to kiss in front of anybody but hugging each other with great emotion whenever they part.
When he curls up next to Nino in his bed that night, Ohno thinks that it's been a good day.
Still, now Ohno is mindful of Nino's moods. He's not always the most observant but this isn't so much observation as it is…empathy. Now that he knows, he can feel Nino's feelings on his skin, like a breeze or mist or something unnoticeable until you notice it. When he's near Nino, he can tell how he's feeling.
"We'll get in trouble for being up here," Nino says.
Ohno leads the way up and up, to the walk above the stage that the lighting guys use to adjust the spotlights. "I don't give a shit," he says honestly as he opens the door to the walk. When Nino follows him through, he shuts it and leans back against it. Nino sits beside him and even though there isn't anybody, their hands stay linked. It is dark and it is quiet. "I don't care if I get in trouble but if it makes a difference to you—" he says after a moment.
"No," Nino tells him. It's dark enough that he can't even see his face right beside him when he looks. "I'm not staying. This…was something I got talked into. Bribed," he corrects. Ohno pictures his frown, the way his brow wrinkles. "I don't want this."
It's the first time that Ohno has heard somebody else say he doesn't want this, doesn't want Johnny's and doesn't want a debut. "My mom told me to," he confesses.
Beside him, Nino laughs under his breath. "At least mine paid me. She thinks it's good for me. Like I'm going to grow up to be a thug if I hang out in our neighborhood." He stops and then. "As if I would; I spend all my time in my room with my games and stuff."
Ohno frowns thoughtfully. "I can't even remember why my mom wanted me to join."
Nino laughs again, not so under his breath, but Ohno laughs with him.
"I just want to get out of here," Ohno says when they stop. They have to go back down again. They've only got fifteen minutes and it took at least five to get up to where they are. He gets up, pulling Nino to his feet with him through their joined hands.
"Are we running away together, then?" Nino asks him.
"Sure."
They do, every day. They run away to the spot above the stage. Normally Ohno needs some downtime, some time just all to himself, but this thing with Nino is so short-lived that he doesn't mind splitting his silence and space with him. Sometimes they bitch about Johnny's but sometimes that just sit together quietly until it is time to go back down. Sometimes they hold hands and sometimes they don't but they always sit next to each other. It's good.
And noticeable.
"Ohno," Machida stops him before he can cross the stage and run away with Nino.
He doesn't mind because it is Machi. "Hey." When Machi takes him by the arm, however, and pulls him into the wardrobe room… "Hey!"
"I didn't mind up until now," Machi tells him seriously.
Ohno stares at him. "Macchin, you're my best friend," he starts.
Machi cuts him off with a shake of his head, his long hair sticking to the sweat on his cheek. "Do you even know what you're doing with him? He's even more underage than we are."
It takes him aback. He knows that. He does. And he respects it, honestly. "We're just hanging out and joking around, Macchin. It's funny."
The silence stretches as Machida just looks at him, swiping his hair away from his face after a minute or more. It's only his thinking face but Ohno still fidgets. "Ohno," Machida says softly after a long, long time.
Ohno hates being told what to do and even though his friend hasn't said anything yet, he feels snappish and tense, like he's being lectured. "He's fun and we're friends and whatever else you're thinking…" might be a little bit right but it's not like Ohno is going to do anything, "it doesn't matter." He's tempted to tell Machi that both he and Nino want to leave Johhny's but he knows that this is part of Machi's dream and that until it comes true or until there's somebody else to depend on, for both of them, Machi needs him there. So he doesn't. "So quit worrying."
"I just wanted to say to be careful for both of you," Machida says but Ohno is already pulling the door open.
He can't find Nino when he gets back to the stage and doesn't even see him at dinner. He's kind of at a loss until Nino turns up at his door. Ignoring the look he can feel drilling into his back, Ohno steps out into the hall with him. "Your room?" he asks.
Nino shakes his head. "Not yet. Just—is there somewhere?"
With the dorms this packed with boys, so many of them so young, there isn't. There's a curfew in place so they can't go anywhere and every place inside is crammed with juniors. "C'mon," he says. He takes Nino's hand and leads him into the nearest shower room and locks the door behind them.
Nino is the one who leads the way in to the last shower cubicle and pulls the curtain behind them.
Mostly in the shower, when they're showering, they ignore each other. These are not really roomy showers but neither of them takes up much space and the occasional brush of skin bothers neither of them overly much. It's been worth it to hear the reaction from the others. Ohno doesn't mind, now, the way his legs tangle with Nino's as they sit down on opposite sides, facing each other in the half-crap overhead lights of the bathroom.
"Did you get told to knock it off, too?" Nino asks abruptly.
Well that explains something. "Yeah. Machida told me that you're underage."
Snorting, Nino tries to look scandalized. Ohno gives him points for effort; he's a good actor. "Sho felt the need to point that out, too. Apparently you're so much older."
Ohno doesn't say it, but he thinks, Yeah, I am. It's not really years, but the experience that comes in them, he thinks. "Yeah," he says.
But Nino must be able to read him. "Look, spend a week at my house, with my family and in my neighborhood and then tell me that," he says, voice tight. "When the only outlet you've got is music and lyrics, you can say you're so much older than I am."
Part of Ohno is tempted to tell him to stop overreacting like a kid but he likes Nino, he really does and they both already got talked down to today anyhow. Instead, "Shut up," he says. "It's just that I'm older and it's supposed to be my job to lead the way. I'm not that great at it so—" he shrugs.
Nino rolls his eyes. "Friends don't have leaders so it doesn't matter if you're shit at it."
"Eloquent," Ohno agrees. "It's not like I'm going to rape you," he adds because honestly, they BOTH needed to be told these things?
"I don't know," says Nino, looking skeptical. "You did lock us in here."
"You're the one who wanted to be alone."
"No means no."
Giggling a little, feeling better, Ohno gets on his knees and leans in, putting his hands on Nino's shoulders for balance. He pauses, hovering just over Nino's mouth. He wants to kiss him. Actually press their lips together and stay awhile, maybe breathe him in a little. He wants it enough that he can feel his hands tighten and his breath catch. He can hear Nino's breathing get shallow and thin. "So," he says.
"Hey, why is the door locked?" Yara demands, rattling the door knob to the bathroom.
"I am raping Nino!" Ohno turns his head and yells before turning back to peck Nino on the mouth, the way they did all the last week. He's on his feet and out of the shower and unlocking the door without looking back. He needs just a second. Yara is wide-eyed at him. "I'm done now," he says brightly.
Behind him, Nino wraps himself around him and leans. "Let's go to bed, huh, Oh-chan?" he invites.
He probably shouldn't and they both probably know that. But Ohno doesn't care and if Nino doesn't either, then what the hell is the harm? "Yeah. Let's do that."
The more disapproval Ohno senses, the more it seems like he and Nino can't stay away from each other. It gets almost defiant, they way they cling to each other. Ohno is smart enough to know that this is their rebellion against all the little things that add up. Being idiots together like this makes them happy, so they do it.
It's not like the do it all the time—they spend a whole day playing volleyball with Sakurai Sho and a few of the guys from MA and it has nothing to do with what Ohno and Nino have been getting up to—but petting and fawning over each other is still funny and it's always nice to catch somebody unawares. Hiding in the costume room and pretending that they are touching each other's butts is one of Ohno's better ideas. He gooses Nino as they leave the room and, while he gets slapped off, he also gets one of the best Nino-laughs he's heard so far. It makes putting up with the retaliatory goosing much easier to bear gracefully.
Sort of gracefully.
The thing is? Ohno is seventeen and he's spending every free minute wrapped around another person, showering with another person, waking up tangled together with that other person. Morning wood is morning wood but Ohno's got no time to jerk off and it's not like his morning hard on is going to object at all to being touched. Ohno usually prefers girls but he likes boys too sometimes, and this other person? This boy? He likes him a lot. So it's getting to be a problem, just a little bit.
Maybe porn night will help, he thinks as he carefully pushes Nino's leg away from his morning boner. "Hey, wake up."
Obviously porn night involves porn and jerking off. But since it's in a room full of boys who are also jerking off, Ohno figures this isn't going to be an issue. Everybody keeps their eyes on the screen and their mouths shut tight unless they're offering a loud comment on the movie and nobody touches anybody. At least Ohno hasn't noticed that sort of thing going on, though he supposes it does once everybody goes home.
He and Machida are hosting the night and that means everybody is crowded into their room again, just like the first night. Just like that night, everybody is loud and rowdy and there is an overabundance of noise and jostling and hooting. Because it's his room, Ohno gets to sit on his own bed, Nino tucked right up beside him. They're alone because Ohno has the top bunk and the view to the screen isn't great, not like Machida's bed—which has a great view and is packed full of boys.
He and Nino both have a handful of Kleenex in their laps and a handful of moist towelettes (that they pilfered from dinner, just like everybody else did) beside them. Unlike everybody else, they're holding hands. Even when the movie starts, they are still holding hands. The silence of the logo gives way to the bad porno music and Ohno accidentally tightens his grip around Nino's hand. Nino squeezes back and Ohno lets out a breath as some busty woman with pink nipples appears on the screen.
It's possible that this porno isn't full of cheesy bad dialogue like other porn films. It's possible that there's actually real acting going on. If that's the case, Ohno's not really aware of it at all as he begins to jerk himself off. What he's aware of is the sweaty-hot feeling of Nino's hand tight against his own, the way their fingers lace and flex. What he's aware of, so very aware of, is the slide of Nino's leg against his own, the bump of ankle and the heat of skin, the rough of hair. He can hear Nino breathing—all breathy gasps and catches—above the sound of the movie and all the other boys in the room.
He feels too hot, itchy inside his skin, like summer has shrank itself down and took up under his skin with all its sunburn-prickles and droning cicadas. He feels heavy with it, every single noon-time heat ever pressing him down. His head turns slowly—he hasn't realized that it was leaning against Nino's until he finds himself with his lips nearly touching Nino's cheek. He doesn't mean to say anything but he does. "Nino," just a breath barely shaped into sound.
Nino turns and they're so close that they might as well be kissing, might as well be pressed together there since they are just about everywhere else, all up and down their sides. Nino's eyes are wide and caramel colored and Nino's mouth is swollen, lips chewed and "Oh—" Nino says and his eyelashes flutter and
Ohno grips himself hard and comes, the world going white around all the edges that aren't Nino. When he finally manages to blink the rest of the room into focus he finds that his come is still warm in his hand, over his fingers. Nino's hand is still in his and they're still looking at each other, foreheads tipped together. And they're still in a room with everybody else all around them. Nino must realize too, he thinks, because they whip away from each other and scoot away (cold down his side where Nino once was warm) and let go and clean up.
This is probably one of the more confusing and embarrassing times of his life, this moment, Ohno decides. He's been with boys before, quick hand jobs, so it's not that kind of awkward. It's not that, no, it's…something. Nino's age, the way he wants to talk to Nino all the time. Something else. More. He needs to be away for a minute. Away from everybody and away from Nino. He needs a little breathing room. He wads up his tissues and moist towelettes and says, "I'm going to go wash."
"Going to wash up," Nino mutters at the same time.
And maybe they're slithering down opposite sides of Ohno's bunk but they touch the floor at the same time.
"Ooo," several of the guys chorus.
His ears feel scarlet but Ohno manages to look at them and roll his eyes.
"Why aren't you holding hands, lovebirds," somebody teases.
It's unfair. It's porn night and Ohno just wants to go clean up and figure out what he's supposed to do NOW. He wants to not have to make things potentially more awkward with Nino. But if he doesn't do this…then what? He can already feel Machi's eyes on him and he can see Sakurai Sho and Aiba Masaki both looking at Nino. Matsumoto he can't see, hidden by the taller Aiba, but he thinks he's probably looking too. He reaches back and finds Nino's hand already reaching out.
Too late he realizes that he's reached out with his right and this is Nino's left he's holding and they both just jerked off and fuck. He tugs Nino's hand and leads the way to the door. "Whatever," he mutters.
From the amount of boos and hisses, and from a quick glance over his shoulder, Ohno is pretty sure that Nino has just flipped everybody the bird. Good for him, he thinks and then the door clicks shut behind Nino and they're alone in the hall and it's so much quieter.
He drops Nino's hand and scrubs at the back of his head. "So, um," he says. What's he supposed to say? 'So, um, we both had an orgasm while staring at each other during porno-night'? Somehow that's just…not it. He jerks his head. "I'm going to shower."
"Duh," says Nino.
Ohno feels better.
They shower in separate stalls and the more Ohno thinks about it the more he thinks he just shouldn't. It's not like they were touching each other. It's not like this happened on purpose. And Nino's way too young for something like this and, besides, he's leaving in just a few days.
Ohno is sleepy and relaxed despite everything because he's just had a good, solid orgasm after weeks without one and he's feeling it like thick honey in his veins. Sweet and easy. "Hey." He leans against the wall that divides his shower from the one Nino is in. "You want to go to sleep after this?" He doesn't feel like going back to his room and the porn. He just wants to sleep, curled up and cozy.
Nino's answer takes almost no time in coming. "Yeah."
Ohno is content. Maybe he notices the shine of water left on Nino's skin as they walk—towel clad—back to Nino's room, but that's nothing. It's going to be nothing. Two orgasms down and they're just fine. He can keep on not doing anything about this and Nino will go home to Tokyo and one day they'll both leave and this is going to be just a summer memory that he'll bring up with Machi one day. 'Remember that summer I spent holding hands with some kid?' he'll say. He'll remember it's Nino; he knows he will because he can't see how he'll forget.
But.
Right now, there's just him and Nino and the deep quiet shadows of this room and this futon that they're curling up in together, in just boxer shorts and t-shirts. His hand settles itself naturally at the small of Nino's back as they lay facing each other and he fingers the material under his hand just a bit. He can see the outline of Nino, a lighter space in the dark. He can see the shine of his eyes. His hand flattens, fitting to Nino's back exactly. Maybe his heart is thumping but if it is, who cares? "'night, Nino," he says.
Nino curls into him, arms going around his neck. Maybe some space would have been better after all.
But.
"'night, Oh-chan." Breathed right against his cheek, close like a touch.
Things are normal, go on as normal as always, in the days that follow waking up with Nino. Ohno notices how close he holds Nino, how tightly, when they sleep. He doesn't hold on to him any differently during the day, though, so he tries not to think on it too hard. Nino is fun and he likes him, he's a friend. Ohno's attraction to him goes a bit beyond that but it's not like he's going to pine. He's used to Nino being right there but he wouldn't mind being alone from time to time. A month is a long time to be attached at the hand.
He wriggles his fingers in Nino's hold, high up above the stage.
"I wouldn't mind doing this if—" he says out loud, entirely without meaning to. He'd just been thinking. If they did it for real, saw each other only sometimes, felt free to not carry on the joke and just hang out. Sometimes holding hands if they wanted to. Hugging if it was something that they wanted for themselves more than for a long-running gag.
Nino looks at their hands, set on his leg, and shifts. "I know what you mean," he says. He bounces his leg, bouncing their hands.
Ohno tightens his grip. "We should go down. The show's going to start soon."
"I don't know," Nino says, letting go and standing up. "It's the last show; I don't think anybody is going to miss us."
"Then let's just leave."
He means it but they go on stage anyhow and do what they're supposed to. He half thinks of dragging Nino away after dinner, to walk in the blue-pink-purple dusk down the dusty sidewalks that meander around the city. But that's the sort of thing that he does with girls so he doesn't give it real thought. Instead they go to the party in Yara's room and drink pilfered beer and hold hands and peck each other on the lips whenever somebody reminds them of their upcoming distance.
They're actually in the middle of a mock-passionate embrace when the porn gets put in the VCR. Nino is close and Ohno can hear him breathing and all he can think about for a second is the not-smooth slide of Nino's leg against his own, the sweaty grip of their hands, the way he'd said Nino's name and Nino had
"I've got to pee!" he announces. He's a little buzzed and he doesn't want to stay for this. He glances at Nino. "You can stay," he says.
But Nino swings their joined hands. "I'll pee with Oh-chan," he says on a laugh that sounds much more like a giggle.
They've been peeing together for a month. Nobody cares when they leave the room, hand in hand. The porn is much more exciting and the beer more interesting. For everybody else. Ohno stops in the hallway, just beyond the door. He scratches his nose and looks at Nino from the corner of his eye.
And then full on, because Nino is looking at him eyes gone solemn and dark. "Can we go to your room?" he asks.
Ohno's heart thumps. Nino is much too young for this. Ohno's old enough to know better. They've both been drinking, even if it's not much. They shouldn't.
"Yes."
He locks the door once they're in. The lights are off and he doesn't bother to turn them on. He's not sure if it would be better or worse. "Let's trade phone numbers and emails," Nino says.
Ohno pushes him up against the wall by the kitchen, crowds him. "Okay," he says. "Do you have your phone on you?" His is on the dresser by the beds.
"I've had sex before," Nino says which has nothing to do with phones or exchanges but is something Ohno is very interested in anyway. "I've had sex with a woman. I was in her. I—"
He's not surprised. In this company, in this business, there's always a classmate or an instructor or a makeup assistant who is willing, who wants a Johnny's boy. But that's normal. This isn't. He steps in, flush against Nino so that they're touching in all the places that count. He's half hard and so is Nino. "I don't think I care," he says and kisses him.
Nino gasps into him and Ohno pushes it, cupping the back of Nino's head and sliding his tongue into the other boy's mouth. Their tongues tangle and Ohno tastes beer and boy and it goes to his head. Both heads. He's all the way hard in just seconds and he's pushing Nino towards the beds without even a single thought. It's honestly a surprise when they trip, stumble, and fall right into Machi's bed. Nino is hard and warm under him but.
"This is Machi's bed," says Ohno as he sits up, pushing himself off of Nino.
Nino laughs at him. In the light through the window Ohno can see the way he throws his head back and laughs like this is the funniest thing anybody has ever said to him. "Should we move?" he asks. "Or do you want to do this in his bed like a couple of perverts?"
Ohno has been with boys before. Quick handjobs, circle jerks, always just a way to get off without the hassle of pulling a girl. If the other guy laughed at all, he never noticed but here, now, with Nino, it's all Ohno notices for a moment—even above the throb in his shorts. In the shadow-light, he touches Nino's neck, runs his fingers up and up over the bump of his Adam's apple and up to the corner of his mouth in a wide smile. "This is the dangerous part," he says.
Under his fingers, he feels Nino's smile grow and he sits back. Nino sits up with him, perfectly in sync, and leans forward until they are cheek to cheek. "That's what I thought, too," he says softly, right against Ohno's ear.
Even though it's dangerous, even though it's double danger if they've both noticed it, Ohno can't make himself care about it any more than he already does. He turns his head and kisses Nino on the mouth again, softer and slower and sweeter. "If we do it here like perverts, Machi will kill us," he says when they part. Nino laughs again and Ohno catches it for his own. "Let's go up to my bed."
They do, giggling together and Ohno knows that no matter what they've been warned about or against, this is what everybody really should have been worried over: this feeling of laughing together in the dark even though they're both hard.
Quick gropes with other boys doesn't give Ohno much of an edge over Nino as they lay together in his bed. This isn't like those times, not at all. For one, there's way more nudity in the bed. "Can I?" Ohno asks, tugging up on the hem of Nino's shirt.
"No," Nino tells him. He bats his hands off. "I'm not a girl. You take yours off and I'll get mine, okay?"
Shrugging, Ohno grabs his own hem and pulls his shirt up and off, dropping it next to the pillow. "It's not because I thought you were a girl," he explains, leaning over Nino's body and Nino wiggles out of his shirt. "It's because I wanted your shirt off."
"Ahh," says Nino. Then, "You know, with your hair…I can kind of pretend you're a girl. A pretty one."
He's such a brat, but Ohno likes that about him. He reaches between them and gets his zipper down, pushing aside clothes until his erection is out. He uses it to smack lightly at Nino's hip. "I should come on your face for that," he says boldly. But it's really bold and they both freeze for a moment, the space of an indrawn breath.
Then they both laugh again. "You're sick, Oh-chan," Nino says, looping his arms around his neck and pulling down until Ohno's mouth is brushing at his own again.
Ohno kisses him and then kisses him again. "You're the one pretending you're with a boy who's a girl," he says nonsensically.
"Not really," Nino says and suddenly there is a hand immediate and hot on Ohno's cock and it isn't Ohno's hand which means that Nino is touching him and Ohno bucks into that touch before he can stop himself. "You're a little bit too big for pretending you're a girl."
Breathing hard, Ohno reaches down himself. He touches Nino's wrist, the back of his hand, he can feel the heat of his own cock. But he's more interested in palming the front of Nino's shorts. There's a lot to palm, he discovers. He pauses in rolling his hand against Nino. "Wanna turn on the lights?"
Laughing—and Ohno has never before thought about how laughing is so much fun, makes this so much fun—Nino gives him a stroke. "I didn't say too big in comparison to me," he says. Then, slyly, "You wanna compare sizes?"
Well, yeah. Sort of. "Maybe later," he says. He touches the top button on Nino's pants. "Is—?"
"Yeah."
He kisses Nino's neck as he braces himself above him and works the button one-handed, then the zip. He can feel the race and tremble of Nino's pulse. It makes his own heart thunder in his chest, rumbling and present. He slides his arm, the one holding him up, closer to Nino, brings himself closer. Sheltering. "Nino," he murmurs.
Nino's arms come around his middle and his hands push at the waistband of Ohno's shorts. "Can—?"
"Yeah."
Intellectually, Ohno knows that getting entirely naked with Nino—even in his locked dorm room—is a bad idea. But that's just common sense and when faced with common sense or his own sense, Ohno picks his own every time. He wiggles out of his pants and moves aside enough so that Nino can do the same and then they're both naked and, as far as Ohno is concerned, this is the best and only idea in the history of ideas.
He rolls onto his side and Nino rolls to his and they're facing each other, legs tangling in ways that are both familiar and exciting. "Hi," Nino whispers, pushing his hips in tight.
Wrapping one arm firmly around Nino's waist, Ohno pushes back. The friction and the rush make his eyes want to roll back in his head. He pushes forward blindly and finds Nino's mouth, smooth and inviting and waiting. "Hey."
Ohno is a dancer, by desire as much as by training. The rustle of the sheets as they struggle for purchase, the uneven glide of their bodies together as they move, it's all like a dance to him. The sound of their gasps and moans, the wet sound of kissing and the slicking sound of precome against their hands is music. Ohno gets lost in it, in this moment with Nino. It is, he thinks, the first thing he's ever choreographed that is perfect. It's fumbling and awkward with hand cramps and leg-hair friction burns, and the rhythm is off but it's the most perfect thing he's ever done. He's sure of it.
He twists, turns, presses himself to Nino who, under him, is pressing and twisting in perfect counterpoint. His hand is threaded with Nino's and moving between their bodies. The whole dance in the palm of their hands. "Nino," he whispers, mouthing at Nino's jaw, his chin.
Nino lifts his head and breathes, "Oh—" and their mouths meet and
"Oh-chan?" Nino's voice is hazy, indistinct.
"Hm?"
"I don't have my phone in here. If we're going to exchange particulars, we have to go to my room."
Ohno doesn't want to move but he also wants Nino's contacts. He sits up with a groan. It turns into a slight hiss as delicate parts of his anatomy peel away from Nino's skin. "Shower," he mumbles.
Getting into their clothes is much, much harder than getting out and Ohno doesn't bother putting a shirt on at all. Nino doesn't so much as zip his shorts. It's too hard to do either while holding hands and they don't care—who's going to say anything that they can't pass off as a joke? But they don't meet anybody and as they slump into the shower together, Ohno is glad. He doesn't want this to be public. He hugs Nino in the fall of the water. They lean together sleepily and only make marginal passes with the soap before they tumble out again.
Literally tumble. They are, neither one of them, coordinated.
"Fuck," Ohno mutters as they stumble out of the shower room.
"Yeah," Nino agrees. "We've got to sleep."
Ohno's room is at one end of the hall. Nino's, all the way at the other. Ohno looks between them. "Want to find an open room?" he asks, gesturing.
Nino smiles, fox-like and sharp-edged. "Sho's room is right there," he points.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?" Sho's shrieks wake them up later. It's dark and late but there are still the sounds of loud partying just outside the open door.
Ohno sits up and pushes his hair out of his face. "Sleeping?"
"A better question," says Nino, "is what are we doing in your pajamas in your bed."
"Sleeping!" Ohno says and flops back, pulling Nino with him as the room fills with boys. They pull the blanket over their heads and block it out and, remarkably, fall asleep.
For a little while.
"Sorry we had to sleep on the floor in the hallway," Nino tells him as his things are loaded onto the bus.
Ohno ignores the hooting of the boys around them telling them to kiss. "I'm not." But he does pull Nino into a quick and messy hug. "I'll e-mail you," he says softly, so softly that nobody can overhear.
Nino's arms are tight around his neck for just a moment. "I'm not the girl. I'll e-mail you."
They step back from each other. "Thanks for the hard work," they chorus, shaking hands.
Ohno doesn't mind letting go of Nino's hand.
He can always hold it the next time they meet.
Until then, they can do this properly.
tangiblewhimsy. I rewrote it fully. Twice. And while I'm still not happy with it I have decided that I will never be entirely satisfied. If it's no good, I'll just do better next year. ♥ ILU, Leader.And with thanks to
honooko. For the accidental encouragement. Not the bear in court, the other thing. ILU2.This story takes place after--and deals with the aftermath of-- this fic.
Kyo to Kyo
Somehow, in someway that Ohno just doesn't understand, exchanging a tiny kiss with that kid Ninomiya and then mock fucking has changed into this. He looks at their joined hands with curiosity. "You have cute hands," he declares.
"Shut up," Nino tells him pleasantly, flexing his fingers. Then. "Yours are nice. Way nicer than mine. Pretty." He blushes a little. Ohno grins and pokes his cheek with a finger. "Stop that!" Nino says, batting him off.
Ohno laughs. "You know," he says softly, "they only expect us to do this for a few hours, maybe." It's true. The whole 'now you're dating, oh no a long distance romance—better be with him while you can' thing is funny but he knows the other guys will forget about it in a little while. But it's funny and…
"I say we do it for the whole month," Nino tells him. "Hold hands whenever we can, sit together for dinner and stuff."
There's a swelling feeling in Ohno's heart, a tightening in his stomach that he ignores. Ninomiya is fourteen and Ohno himself is nearly seventeen, after all. But they can still have fun together. Still play around. Ohno thinks this kid is going to be fun, maybe. "You can sleep with me in my room."
Grinning, Nino looks sly and foxlike. "Let's switch between your room and the one I've got with my friends. That way everybody notices. Because we can talk about it loudly."
This kid. This kid, Ohno thinks. He nods. "And we can hold hands all the time, even in our sleep," he decides. He looks at their hands again. "Maybe a break for peeing and showering."
Nino looks at their hands too; Ohno lets him move their joined hands around as he looks from all angles. "Peeing is fine," Nino tells him. "I'm left handed so if we hold hands my right with your left…"
Ohno laughs because this idea is terrible and beautiful. "Okay, but I'm unzipping my own pants, so we'll have to let go for that."
Nino sticks out his tongue, grinning, "If you say so. And showering is all right because we don't have to hold hands if we're touching each other all over. Supposedly."
Thinking of the faces of the others—the guys he knows, the ones he doesn't—Ohno snorts. "We have to say suggestive things in there."
There is a dreamy look on Nino's face. "I love you, Oh-chan," he declares boldly. "I'm glad you're my pretend boyfriend."
"I'd be your pretend fiancée but you're too young to get pretend engaged," Ohno tells him, pretending to be a little bit heartbroken.
"My mother would never pretend agree," Nino agrees sadly. "But one day, Oh-chan, one day—"
The door at their back opens and Ohno falls through it in surprise. He's not sure if Nino falls with him or if he accidentally pulls him along but he doesn't mind getting landed on even if Nino DOES have bony elbows. "Hi?" he questions up at the two boys looking down at them.
"You guys are jerks," Nino says cheerfully, propping himself up on Ohno's chest. Ohno puts an arm around him, hand splayed at the small of his back, all automatically. Nino's back is warm through his yellow juniors t-shirt.
One of the boys gives them a haughty look. "Find a room, Nino," he says.
The other boy laughs, high pitched and wheezy and almost like a giggle. "Nino, we could hear everything you said."
"Ah, so you're perverts too," Nino says.
"Love perverts," Ohno adds. They HAD been discussing their 'relationship', after all.
"It's one in the morning," says the first boy. "Just wrap it up so the rest of us can get some sleep."
Ohno looks at Nino to find Nino looking at him. He glances in at his bed and raises his eyebrows. Ohno nods and fishes out his phone. "I'm going to let Machi know I'm sleeping here tonight."
Nino doesn't get off his chest as he texts, phone held over both their heads. "What are you telling him?" he asks. His breath is warm against Ohno's cheek.
Showing him the screen, Ohno reads it off anyhow. "Sleeping with Nino-chan tonight. Wish me luck!"
With a laugh, Nino rolls out of his arms and clambers to his feet. He holds out his hand and Ohno puts his own into it. It feels familiar already, warm and comfortable. The smile on Nino's face, in his eyes, feels that way too. "Let's go to bed, Oh-chan," Nino says.
"Of course," Ohno says, as though this is the most normal thing in the world. He sees Nino sneak a glance at the other boys. "Want to take each other's clothes off?"
He can't see Nino's face in the sudden dark created by the guy who shuts off the lights with a huff but he doesn't need to. Nino is laughing. They both are and that makes a picture all of its own.
Waking up with Ninomiya isn't nearly as weird as Ohno has suspected it would be. His arm is numb to the point where he wonders if it's still there. He's way too hot despite the fact that he's in a t-shirt and boxers only. There's an unbearable itch on his leg caused by too much leg hair in one area (he assumes). None of these are pleasant at all but they're all mitigated by the kitten-like smile on Nino's sleeping face and the heavy warmth of a thigh really, really close to his morning wood.
There are also the two guys from last night staring down at him, at them. "Yo," he greets them, holding Nino a little tighter. A little like a shield.
One of the guys grins at him, blinding bright. "Hey, it's time for breakfast. Think you can wake up Nino?"
Looking down at the mess of dark hair, Ohno shrugs. "Sure."
The other guy smiles at him. "Great."
Ohno has a bad feeling about this.
"But he hits," the guy goes on.
"And kicks," adds the other one.
"Sometimes he bites."
"He yells a lot."
"Shut up, assholes," Nino mutters into Ohno's chest. "That's you; this is Oh-chan." He picks his head up and smiles sleepily. "Morning."
Ohno cuddles him and grins at Nino's friends. "Our love was destined," he proclaims.
Breakfast is a big, group affair as it always is when they have guests. It goes off without a hitch although the looks they keep getting makes eating hard. They keep choking back laughter and nearly choking on the food as they do so. Even going to the bathroom works out okay, right hand to left. He meets Nino's eye and they do a coordinated shake-off to Yonehara's laughingly traumatized shrieks.
"What are you going to do if one of you has to crap?" he asks as they all wash their hands
(Ohno shares his sink with Nino and they wash for each other because another boy has come in and looks so, so disturbed.)
But he's got a valid question. Ohno's the adult here, more or less. He looks at Nino expectantly.
Nino looks at Yonehara. "We're not that married."
"Yet," Ohno adds and Nino beams.
"What?" asks Sakurai Sho, who has come in to investigate the bathroom back up.
"Pooping is private," Ohno and Nino accidentally declare at the same time in the same virtuous tone.
During rehearsal, whenever there is a break, they seek each other out. Despite being hot and sweaty, Nino wraps his arms around Ohno from behind and they sway. It's a very contented feeling. Ohno tips his head back against Nino's shoulder. "You want to sleep in my room tonight or yours again?" he asks as his eyes slip closed. Being warm always makes him feel a little closed-eyes.
"Mmm, I don't know. Do we want Jun giving us the stink eye or your roommate?" he asks.
Ohno opens his eyes and looks over at Machi. Machida is giving them a narrow-eyed look. He snickers. "Machi's not glaring. He's wondering what he should do. That's his thinking-face."
"Oh." Nino shrugs around him. "Your room is good."
"Your room?" Rachi looks over at Ohno. "'nother party?" he asks happily.
Another party might be nice, but it's not what Ohno wants. He wants to actually talk to Ninomiya. Or something. He's still not really clear on what it is that he wants aside from to hang out with this kid. "Nino and I are sleeping together," he answers in reverent tones. He puts his hands over Nino's arms around his waist. "In my room tonight."
"In your bed," Nino adds helpfully.
"Under my blankets," Ohno continues.
"Together," Nino clarifies.
It's needless because Rachi looks both amused and slightly horrified. "He's jailbait."
"You don't understand our love," Ohno tells his friend sadly as the play director motions them both to the front of the stage.
Waking up with Nino the next morning is a lot like waking up with him the first morning except instead of Aiba and Jun (Nino yells at them both over dinner, so Ohno remembers) it's Machi standing over them. And he doesn't look like he's annoyed or happy, just like he's not sure what to do. "Breakfast?" he mouths at Ohno.
Ohno nods and noses at Nino's hair—because one of his arms has gone dead again and the other is trapped between them. Nino's hair smells…well, like hair. Like two, too-hot boys crammed into one bed because it's just plain funny. "Nino." His hair is soft but Ohno found this out the other day. "Hey, it's time for breakfast."
Nino squirms and makes a grumpy noise and seriously, his leg is in some dangerous territory. And then it's gone. "Who's looking?" he asks.
Ohno pats his back. "Just Machi."
Machida's face scrunches up. "I'm trying to think if I should be jealous but I'm hungry so if you're awake, I'm going to breakfast."
"I like him," Nino says as the door shuts behind Machi. He sits up, palms hot on Ohno's chest as he pushes up. "Breakfast?"
"Sure," Ohno says, sitting up himself.
He doesn't hold Nino's hand until they're out the door but it's nice to find that as he reaches, Nino is already reaching back.
They're still getting looks and giggles at breakfast and it's still very comfortable, until somebody yells 'KISS HIM'.
And then it's even funnier and more comfortable as Ohno turns and finds Nino already leaning into him and their mouths meet in brief peck that has them both tipping sideways, away from each other, and laughing until it hurts.
Ohno goes on this way for a week: perfectly happy, honestly content, working hard, trying to remember names, kissing Nino every time somebody yells for it—with is often, very, very often—and getting the giggles with Nino directly after.
Until he notices that Nino isn't giggling so much anymore.
So when Aiba wakes them for breakfast one morning, Ohno doesn't get out of Nino's bed and he doesn't let Nino up either. Both Aiba and Jun give them looks but leave just the same. Ohno pinches Nino's ear. "'sup?" he asks quietly.
Nino sighs and props himself up on an elbow. He looks at Ohno and Ohno lets him, watching his strange, solemn little face with curiosity. Nino puffs up his cheeks and blows out a breath. "What do they expect?" he asks. "Do they think you're just going to shove your tongue down my throat at the table or something? In the hall? In the toilets?"
Ohno rubs his hand over Nino's back, feeling his thin shirt rumple and smooth under his hand as he does. He's thinking and Nino lets him. Nino is good at that. "Do you wanna skip breakfast?" he asks.
Nino slaps a hand over his face and peeks out between his fingers. "You're really out of it sometimes, aren't you?"
Pulling a face, Ohno pulls Nino's hand down, holding it in his own for a moment. "I get it. We can stop if you want. We can do something else if you want or stop it all together." He doesn't want that. He likes playing with Nino. And it could still be fun, if they can just think of a way to outsmart everybody. He thinks they can do it. He thinks Nino can. "But until then, do you want to skip breakfast?"
"Yeah," Nino says. Ohno's stomach grumbles and Nino laughs, a real one. "But I don't think you do."
"Hm." He doesn't, not really. He pushes Nino out of bed.
"Ouch," says Nino companionably.
Ohno offers him a hand up. "C'mon," he says, tugging him to his feet. Still in their pajamas, he leads Nino down the hall, all the way to the other end to his and Machi's room. They don't have much in the dorms, honestly, but they've got food. Sort of.
"Wow," says Nino.
"Shut up," says Ohno. There's bread that isn't moldy and it's not like he can't make toast. So he does and then slaps a bit of mayonnaise on it and hands one slice to Nino, who is sitting on the tiny kitchen counter. He leans against it and eats his own. They are quiet. Just the sounds of munching toast and early-morning-Kyoto-outside-the-window. He smiles up at Nino.
"Hey," Nino says and he slips off the counter. Ohno looks at him and is honestly a bit surprised when Nino kisses him on the mouth, a quick peck like all the others. There are toast crumbs involved in this one. Ohno kisses him back because…well, why wouldn't he? It's a good morning.
The door opens and then shuts again.
"I FOUND THEM," Machi can be heard yelling.
Nino's brow furls. "OUR LOVE IS PRIVATE," he shouts.
Ohno nods at him. "WE ARE TAKING IT TO THE NEXT LEVEL," he adds at the top of his voice. Then he goes and locks the door because he can hear a stampede of people coming and he doesn't want them in. For right now, it's not for fun.
They spend the rest of the day refusing to kiss in front of anybody but hugging each other with great emotion whenever they part.
When he curls up next to Nino in his bed that night, Ohno thinks that it's been a good day.
Still, now Ohno is mindful of Nino's moods. He's not always the most observant but this isn't so much observation as it is…empathy. Now that he knows, he can feel Nino's feelings on his skin, like a breeze or mist or something unnoticeable until you notice it. When he's near Nino, he can tell how he's feeling.
"We'll get in trouble for being up here," Nino says.
Ohno leads the way up and up, to the walk above the stage that the lighting guys use to adjust the spotlights. "I don't give a shit," he says honestly as he opens the door to the walk. When Nino follows him through, he shuts it and leans back against it. Nino sits beside him and even though there isn't anybody, their hands stay linked. It is dark and it is quiet. "I don't care if I get in trouble but if it makes a difference to you—" he says after a moment.
"No," Nino tells him. It's dark enough that he can't even see his face right beside him when he looks. "I'm not staying. This…was something I got talked into. Bribed," he corrects. Ohno pictures his frown, the way his brow wrinkles. "I don't want this."
It's the first time that Ohno has heard somebody else say he doesn't want this, doesn't want Johnny's and doesn't want a debut. "My mom told me to," he confesses.
Beside him, Nino laughs under his breath. "At least mine paid me. She thinks it's good for me. Like I'm going to grow up to be a thug if I hang out in our neighborhood." He stops and then. "As if I would; I spend all my time in my room with my games and stuff."
Ohno frowns thoughtfully. "I can't even remember why my mom wanted me to join."
Nino laughs again, not so under his breath, but Ohno laughs with him.
"I just want to get out of here," Ohno says when they stop. They have to go back down again. They've only got fifteen minutes and it took at least five to get up to where they are. He gets up, pulling Nino to his feet with him through their joined hands.
"Are we running away together, then?" Nino asks him.
"Sure."
They do, every day. They run away to the spot above the stage. Normally Ohno needs some downtime, some time just all to himself, but this thing with Nino is so short-lived that he doesn't mind splitting his silence and space with him. Sometimes they bitch about Johnny's but sometimes that just sit together quietly until it is time to go back down. Sometimes they hold hands and sometimes they don't but they always sit next to each other. It's good.
And noticeable.
"Ohno," Machida stops him before he can cross the stage and run away with Nino.
He doesn't mind because it is Machi. "Hey." When Machi takes him by the arm, however, and pulls him into the wardrobe room… "Hey!"
"I didn't mind up until now," Machi tells him seriously.
Ohno stares at him. "Macchin, you're my best friend," he starts.
Machi cuts him off with a shake of his head, his long hair sticking to the sweat on his cheek. "Do you even know what you're doing with him? He's even more underage than we are."
It takes him aback. He knows that. He does. And he respects it, honestly. "We're just hanging out and joking around, Macchin. It's funny."
The silence stretches as Machida just looks at him, swiping his hair away from his face after a minute or more. It's only his thinking face but Ohno still fidgets. "Ohno," Machida says softly after a long, long time.
Ohno hates being told what to do and even though his friend hasn't said anything yet, he feels snappish and tense, like he's being lectured. "He's fun and we're friends and whatever else you're thinking…" might be a little bit right but it's not like Ohno is going to do anything, "it doesn't matter." He's tempted to tell Machi that both he and Nino want to leave Johhny's but he knows that this is part of Machi's dream and that until it comes true or until there's somebody else to depend on, for both of them, Machi needs him there. So he doesn't. "So quit worrying."
"I just wanted to say to be careful for both of you," Machida says but Ohno is already pulling the door open.
He can't find Nino when he gets back to the stage and doesn't even see him at dinner. He's kind of at a loss until Nino turns up at his door. Ignoring the look he can feel drilling into his back, Ohno steps out into the hall with him. "Your room?" he asks.
Nino shakes his head. "Not yet. Just—is there somewhere?"
With the dorms this packed with boys, so many of them so young, there isn't. There's a curfew in place so they can't go anywhere and every place inside is crammed with juniors. "C'mon," he says. He takes Nino's hand and leads him into the nearest shower room and locks the door behind them.
Nino is the one who leads the way in to the last shower cubicle and pulls the curtain behind them.
Mostly in the shower, when they're showering, they ignore each other. These are not really roomy showers but neither of them takes up much space and the occasional brush of skin bothers neither of them overly much. It's been worth it to hear the reaction from the others. Ohno doesn't mind, now, the way his legs tangle with Nino's as they sit down on opposite sides, facing each other in the half-crap overhead lights of the bathroom.
"Did you get told to knock it off, too?" Nino asks abruptly.
Well that explains something. "Yeah. Machida told me that you're underage."
Snorting, Nino tries to look scandalized. Ohno gives him points for effort; he's a good actor. "Sho felt the need to point that out, too. Apparently you're so much older."
Ohno doesn't say it, but he thinks, Yeah, I am. It's not really years, but the experience that comes in them, he thinks. "Yeah," he says.
But Nino must be able to read him. "Look, spend a week at my house, with my family and in my neighborhood and then tell me that," he says, voice tight. "When the only outlet you've got is music and lyrics, you can say you're so much older than I am."
Part of Ohno is tempted to tell him to stop overreacting like a kid but he likes Nino, he really does and they both already got talked down to today anyhow. Instead, "Shut up," he says. "It's just that I'm older and it's supposed to be my job to lead the way. I'm not that great at it so—" he shrugs.
Nino rolls his eyes. "Friends don't have leaders so it doesn't matter if you're shit at it."
"Eloquent," Ohno agrees. "It's not like I'm going to rape you," he adds because honestly, they BOTH needed to be told these things?
"I don't know," says Nino, looking skeptical. "You did lock us in here."
"You're the one who wanted to be alone."
"No means no."
Giggling a little, feeling better, Ohno gets on his knees and leans in, putting his hands on Nino's shoulders for balance. He pauses, hovering just over Nino's mouth. He wants to kiss him. Actually press their lips together and stay awhile, maybe breathe him in a little. He wants it enough that he can feel his hands tighten and his breath catch. He can hear Nino's breathing get shallow and thin. "So," he says.
"Hey, why is the door locked?" Yara demands, rattling the door knob to the bathroom.
"I am raping Nino!" Ohno turns his head and yells before turning back to peck Nino on the mouth, the way they did all the last week. He's on his feet and out of the shower and unlocking the door without looking back. He needs just a second. Yara is wide-eyed at him. "I'm done now," he says brightly.
Behind him, Nino wraps himself around him and leans. "Let's go to bed, huh, Oh-chan?" he invites.
He probably shouldn't and they both probably know that. But Ohno doesn't care and if Nino doesn't either, then what the hell is the harm? "Yeah. Let's do that."
The more disapproval Ohno senses, the more it seems like he and Nino can't stay away from each other. It gets almost defiant, they way they cling to each other. Ohno is smart enough to know that this is their rebellion against all the little things that add up. Being idiots together like this makes them happy, so they do it.
It's not like the do it all the time—they spend a whole day playing volleyball with Sakurai Sho and a few of the guys from MA and it has nothing to do with what Ohno and Nino have been getting up to—but petting and fawning over each other is still funny and it's always nice to catch somebody unawares. Hiding in the costume room and pretending that they are touching each other's butts is one of Ohno's better ideas. He gooses Nino as they leave the room and, while he gets slapped off, he also gets one of the best Nino-laughs he's heard so far. It makes putting up with the retaliatory goosing much easier to bear gracefully.
Sort of gracefully.
The thing is? Ohno is seventeen and he's spending every free minute wrapped around another person, showering with another person, waking up tangled together with that other person. Morning wood is morning wood but Ohno's got no time to jerk off and it's not like his morning hard on is going to object at all to being touched. Ohno usually prefers girls but he likes boys too sometimes, and this other person? This boy? He likes him a lot. So it's getting to be a problem, just a little bit.
Maybe porn night will help, he thinks as he carefully pushes Nino's leg away from his morning boner. "Hey, wake up."
Obviously porn night involves porn and jerking off. But since it's in a room full of boys who are also jerking off, Ohno figures this isn't going to be an issue. Everybody keeps their eyes on the screen and their mouths shut tight unless they're offering a loud comment on the movie and nobody touches anybody. At least Ohno hasn't noticed that sort of thing going on, though he supposes it does once everybody goes home.
He and Machida are hosting the night and that means everybody is crowded into their room again, just like the first night. Just like that night, everybody is loud and rowdy and there is an overabundance of noise and jostling and hooting. Because it's his room, Ohno gets to sit on his own bed, Nino tucked right up beside him. They're alone because Ohno has the top bunk and the view to the screen isn't great, not like Machida's bed—which has a great view and is packed full of boys.
He and Nino both have a handful of Kleenex in their laps and a handful of moist towelettes (that they pilfered from dinner, just like everybody else did) beside them. Unlike everybody else, they're holding hands. Even when the movie starts, they are still holding hands. The silence of the logo gives way to the bad porno music and Ohno accidentally tightens his grip around Nino's hand. Nino squeezes back and Ohno lets out a breath as some busty woman with pink nipples appears on the screen.
It's possible that this porno isn't full of cheesy bad dialogue like other porn films. It's possible that there's actually real acting going on. If that's the case, Ohno's not really aware of it at all as he begins to jerk himself off. What he's aware of is the sweaty-hot feeling of Nino's hand tight against his own, the way their fingers lace and flex. What he's aware of, so very aware of, is the slide of Nino's leg against his own, the bump of ankle and the heat of skin, the rough of hair. He can hear Nino breathing—all breathy gasps and catches—above the sound of the movie and all the other boys in the room.
He feels too hot, itchy inside his skin, like summer has shrank itself down and took up under his skin with all its sunburn-prickles and droning cicadas. He feels heavy with it, every single noon-time heat ever pressing him down. His head turns slowly—he hasn't realized that it was leaning against Nino's until he finds himself with his lips nearly touching Nino's cheek. He doesn't mean to say anything but he does. "Nino," just a breath barely shaped into sound.
Nino turns and they're so close that they might as well be kissing, might as well be pressed together there since they are just about everywhere else, all up and down their sides. Nino's eyes are wide and caramel colored and Nino's mouth is swollen, lips chewed and "Oh—" Nino says and his eyelashes flutter and
Ohno grips himself hard and comes, the world going white around all the edges that aren't Nino. When he finally manages to blink the rest of the room into focus he finds that his come is still warm in his hand, over his fingers. Nino's hand is still in his and they're still looking at each other, foreheads tipped together. And they're still in a room with everybody else all around them. Nino must realize too, he thinks, because they whip away from each other and scoot away (cold down his side where Nino once was warm) and let go and clean up.
This is probably one of the more confusing and embarrassing times of his life, this moment, Ohno decides. He's been with boys before, quick hand jobs, so it's not that kind of awkward. It's not that, no, it's…something. Nino's age, the way he wants to talk to Nino all the time. Something else. More. He needs to be away for a minute. Away from everybody and away from Nino. He needs a little breathing room. He wads up his tissues and moist towelettes and says, "I'm going to go wash."
"Going to wash up," Nino mutters at the same time.
And maybe they're slithering down opposite sides of Ohno's bunk but they touch the floor at the same time.
"Ooo," several of the guys chorus.
His ears feel scarlet but Ohno manages to look at them and roll his eyes.
"Why aren't you holding hands, lovebirds," somebody teases.
It's unfair. It's porn night and Ohno just wants to go clean up and figure out what he's supposed to do NOW. He wants to not have to make things potentially more awkward with Nino. But if he doesn't do this…then what? He can already feel Machi's eyes on him and he can see Sakurai Sho and Aiba Masaki both looking at Nino. Matsumoto he can't see, hidden by the taller Aiba, but he thinks he's probably looking too. He reaches back and finds Nino's hand already reaching out.
Too late he realizes that he's reached out with his right and this is Nino's left he's holding and they both just jerked off and fuck. He tugs Nino's hand and leads the way to the door. "Whatever," he mutters.
From the amount of boos and hisses, and from a quick glance over his shoulder, Ohno is pretty sure that Nino has just flipped everybody the bird. Good for him, he thinks and then the door clicks shut behind Nino and they're alone in the hall and it's so much quieter.
He drops Nino's hand and scrubs at the back of his head. "So, um," he says. What's he supposed to say? 'So, um, we both had an orgasm while staring at each other during porno-night'? Somehow that's just…not it. He jerks his head. "I'm going to shower."
"Duh," says Nino.
Ohno feels better.
They shower in separate stalls and the more Ohno thinks about it the more he thinks he just shouldn't. It's not like they were touching each other. It's not like this happened on purpose. And Nino's way too young for something like this and, besides, he's leaving in just a few days.
Ohno is sleepy and relaxed despite everything because he's just had a good, solid orgasm after weeks without one and he's feeling it like thick honey in his veins. Sweet and easy. "Hey." He leans against the wall that divides his shower from the one Nino is in. "You want to go to sleep after this?" He doesn't feel like going back to his room and the porn. He just wants to sleep, curled up and cozy.
Nino's answer takes almost no time in coming. "Yeah."
Ohno is content. Maybe he notices the shine of water left on Nino's skin as they walk—towel clad—back to Nino's room, but that's nothing. It's going to be nothing. Two orgasms down and they're just fine. He can keep on not doing anything about this and Nino will go home to Tokyo and one day they'll both leave and this is going to be just a summer memory that he'll bring up with Machi one day. 'Remember that summer I spent holding hands with some kid?' he'll say. He'll remember it's Nino; he knows he will because he can't see how he'll forget.
But.
Right now, there's just him and Nino and the deep quiet shadows of this room and this futon that they're curling up in together, in just boxer shorts and t-shirts. His hand settles itself naturally at the small of Nino's back as they lay facing each other and he fingers the material under his hand just a bit. He can see the outline of Nino, a lighter space in the dark. He can see the shine of his eyes. His hand flattens, fitting to Nino's back exactly. Maybe his heart is thumping but if it is, who cares? "'night, Nino," he says.
Nino curls into him, arms going around his neck. Maybe some space would have been better after all.
But.
"'night, Oh-chan." Breathed right against his cheek, close like a touch.
Things are normal, go on as normal as always, in the days that follow waking up with Nino. Ohno notices how close he holds Nino, how tightly, when they sleep. He doesn't hold on to him any differently during the day, though, so he tries not to think on it too hard. Nino is fun and he likes him, he's a friend. Ohno's attraction to him goes a bit beyond that but it's not like he's going to pine. He's used to Nino being right there but he wouldn't mind being alone from time to time. A month is a long time to be attached at the hand.
He wriggles his fingers in Nino's hold, high up above the stage.
"I wouldn't mind doing this if—" he says out loud, entirely without meaning to. He'd just been thinking. If they did it for real, saw each other only sometimes, felt free to not carry on the joke and just hang out. Sometimes holding hands if they wanted to. Hugging if it was something that they wanted for themselves more than for a long-running gag.
Nino looks at their hands, set on his leg, and shifts. "I know what you mean," he says. He bounces his leg, bouncing their hands.
Ohno tightens his grip. "We should go down. The show's going to start soon."
"I don't know," Nino says, letting go and standing up. "It's the last show; I don't think anybody is going to miss us."
"Then let's just leave."
He means it but they go on stage anyhow and do what they're supposed to. He half thinks of dragging Nino away after dinner, to walk in the blue-pink-purple dusk down the dusty sidewalks that meander around the city. But that's the sort of thing that he does with girls so he doesn't give it real thought. Instead they go to the party in Yara's room and drink pilfered beer and hold hands and peck each other on the lips whenever somebody reminds them of their upcoming distance.
They're actually in the middle of a mock-passionate embrace when the porn gets put in the VCR. Nino is close and Ohno can hear him breathing and all he can think about for a second is the not-smooth slide of Nino's leg against his own, the sweaty grip of their hands, the way he'd said Nino's name and Nino had
"I've got to pee!" he announces. He's a little buzzed and he doesn't want to stay for this. He glances at Nino. "You can stay," he says.
But Nino swings their joined hands. "I'll pee with Oh-chan," he says on a laugh that sounds much more like a giggle.
They've been peeing together for a month. Nobody cares when they leave the room, hand in hand. The porn is much more exciting and the beer more interesting. For everybody else. Ohno stops in the hallway, just beyond the door. He scratches his nose and looks at Nino from the corner of his eye.
And then full on, because Nino is looking at him eyes gone solemn and dark. "Can we go to your room?" he asks.
Ohno's heart thumps. Nino is much too young for this. Ohno's old enough to know better. They've both been drinking, even if it's not much. They shouldn't.
"Yes."
He locks the door once they're in. The lights are off and he doesn't bother to turn them on. He's not sure if it would be better or worse. "Let's trade phone numbers and emails," Nino says.
Ohno pushes him up against the wall by the kitchen, crowds him. "Okay," he says. "Do you have your phone on you?" His is on the dresser by the beds.
"I've had sex before," Nino says which has nothing to do with phones or exchanges but is something Ohno is very interested in anyway. "I've had sex with a woman. I was in her. I—"
He's not surprised. In this company, in this business, there's always a classmate or an instructor or a makeup assistant who is willing, who wants a Johnny's boy. But that's normal. This isn't. He steps in, flush against Nino so that they're touching in all the places that count. He's half hard and so is Nino. "I don't think I care," he says and kisses him.
Nino gasps into him and Ohno pushes it, cupping the back of Nino's head and sliding his tongue into the other boy's mouth. Their tongues tangle and Ohno tastes beer and boy and it goes to his head. Both heads. He's all the way hard in just seconds and he's pushing Nino towards the beds without even a single thought. It's honestly a surprise when they trip, stumble, and fall right into Machi's bed. Nino is hard and warm under him but.
"This is Machi's bed," says Ohno as he sits up, pushing himself off of Nino.
Nino laughs at him. In the light through the window Ohno can see the way he throws his head back and laughs like this is the funniest thing anybody has ever said to him. "Should we move?" he asks. "Or do you want to do this in his bed like a couple of perverts?"
Ohno has been with boys before. Quick handjobs, circle jerks, always just a way to get off without the hassle of pulling a girl. If the other guy laughed at all, he never noticed but here, now, with Nino, it's all Ohno notices for a moment—even above the throb in his shorts. In the shadow-light, he touches Nino's neck, runs his fingers up and up over the bump of his Adam's apple and up to the corner of his mouth in a wide smile. "This is the dangerous part," he says.
Under his fingers, he feels Nino's smile grow and he sits back. Nino sits up with him, perfectly in sync, and leans forward until they are cheek to cheek. "That's what I thought, too," he says softly, right against Ohno's ear.
Even though it's dangerous, even though it's double danger if they've both noticed it, Ohno can't make himself care about it any more than he already does. He turns his head and kisses Nino on the mouth again, softer and slower and sweeter. "If we do it here like perverts, Machi will kill us," he says when they part. Nino laughs again and Ohno catches it for his own. "Let's go up to my bed."
They do, giggling together and Ohno knows that no matter what they've been warned about or against, this is what everybody really should have been worried over: this feeling of laughing together in the dark even though they're both hard.
Quick gropes with other boys doesn't give Ohno much of an edge over Nino as they lay together in his bed. This isn't like those times, not at all. For one, there's way more nudity in the bed. "Can I?" Ohno asks, tugging up on the hem of Nino's shirt.
"No," Nino tells him. He bats his hands off. "I'm not a girl. You take yours off and I'll get mine, okay?"
Shrugging, Ohno grabs his own hem and pulls his shirt up and off, dropping it next to the pillow. "It's not because I thought you were a girl," he explains, leaning over Nino's body and Nino wiggles out of his shirt. "It's because I wanted your shirt off."
"Ahh," says Nino. Then, "You know, with your hair…I can kind of pretend you're a girl. A pretty one."
He's such a brat, but Ohno likes that about him. He reaches between them and gets his zipper down, pushing aside clothes until his erection is out. He uses it to smack lightly at Nino's hip. "I should come on your face for that," he says boldly. But it's really bold and they both freeze for a moment, the space of an indrawn breath.
Then they both laugh again. "You're sick, Oh-chan," Nino says, looping his arms around his neck and pulling down until Ohno's mouth is brushing at his own again.
Ohno kisses him and then kisses him again. "You're the one pretending you're with a boy who's a girl," he says nonsensically.
"Not really," Nino says and suddenly there is a hand immediate and hot on Ohno's cock and it isn't Ohno's hand which means that Nino is touching him and Ohno bucks into that touch before he can stop himself. "You're a little bit too big for pretending you're a girl."
Breathing hard, Ohno reaches down himself. He touches Nino's wrist, the back of his hand, he can feel the heat of his own cock. But he's more interested in palming the front of Nino's shorts. There's a lot to palm, he discovers. He pauses in rolling his hand against Nino. "Wanna turn on the lights?"
Laughing—and Ohno has never before thought about how laughing is so much fun, makes this so much fun—Nino gives him a stroke. "I didn't say too big in comparison to me," he says. Then, slyly, "You wanna compare sizes?"
Well, yeah. Sort of. "Maybe later," he says. He touches the top button on Nino's pants. "Is—?"
"Yeah."
He kisses Nino's neck as he braces himself above him and works the button one-handed, then the zip. He can feel the race and tremble of Nino's pulse. It makes his own heart thunder in his chest, rumbling and present. He slides his arm, the one holding him up, closer to Nino, brings himself closer. Sheltering. "Nino," he murmurs.
Nino's arms come around his middle and his hands push at the waistband of Ohno's shorts. "Can—?"
"Yeah."
Intellectually, Ohno knows that getting entirely naked with Nino—even in his locked dorm room—is a bad idea. But that's just common sense and when faced with common sense or his own sense, Ohno picks his own every time. He wiggles out of his pants and moves aside enough so that Nino can do the same and then they're both naked and, as far as Ohno is concerned, this is the best and only idea in the history of ideas.
He rolls onto his side and Nino rolls to his and they're facing each other, legs tangling in ways that are both familiar and exciting. "Hi," Nino whispers, pushing his hips in tight.
Wrapping one arm firmly around Nino's waist, Ohno pushes back. The friction and the rush make his eyes want to roll back in his head. He pushes forward blindly and finds Nino's mouth, smooth and inviting and waiting. "Hey."
Ohno is a dancer, by desire as much as by training. The rustle of the sheets as they struggle for purchase, the uneven glide of their bodies together as they move, it's all like a dance to him. The sound of their gasps and moans, the wet sound of kissing and the slicking sound of precome against their hands is music. Ohno gets lost in it, in this moment with Nino. It is, he thinks, the first thing he's ever choreographed that is perfect. It's fumbling and awkward with hand cramps and leg-hair friction burns, and the rhythm is off but it's the most perfect thing he's ever done. He's sure of it.
He twists, turns, presses himself to Nino who, under him, is pressing and twisting in perfect counterpoint. His hand is threaded with Nino's and moving between their bodies. The whole dance in the palm of their hands. "Nino," he whispers, mouthing at Nino's jaw, his chin.
Nino lifts his head and breathes, "Oh—" and their mouths meet and
"Oh-chan?" Nino's voice is hazy, indistinct.
"Hm?"
"I don't have my phone in here. If we're going to exchange particulars, we have to go to my room."
Ohno doesn't want to move but he also wants Nino's contacts. He sits up with a groan. It turns into a slight hiss as delicate parts of his anatomy peel away from Nino's skin. "Shower," he mumbles.
Getting into their clothes is much, much harder than getting out and Ohno doesn't bother putting a shirt on at all. Nino doesn't so much as zip his shorts. It's too hard to do either while holding hands and they don't care—who's going to say anything that they can't pass off as a joke? But they don't meet anybody and as they slump into the shower together, Ohno is glad. He doesn't want this to be public. He hugs Nino in the fall of the water. They lean together sleepily and only make marginal passes with the soap before they tumble out again.
Literally tumble. They are, neither one of them, coordinated.
"Fuck," Ohno mutters as they stumble out of the shower room.
"Yeah," Nino agrees. "We've got to sleep."
Ohno's room is at one end of the hall. Nino's, all the way at the other. Ohno looks between them. "Want to find an open room?" he asks, gesturing.
Nino smiles, fox-like and sharp-edged. "Sho's room is right there," he points.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?" Sho's shrieks wake them up later. It's dark and late but there are still the sounds of loud partying just outside the open door.
Ohno sits up and pushes his hair out of his face. "Sleeping?"
"A better question," says Nino, "is what are we doing in your pajamas in your bed."
"Sleeping!" Ohno says and flops back, pulling Nino with him as the room fills with boys. They pull the blanket over their heads and block it out and, remarkably, fall asleep.
For a little while.
"Sorry we had to sleep on the floor in the hallway," Nino tells him as his things are loaded onto the bus.
Ohno ignores the hooting of the boys around them telling them to kiss. "I'm not." But he does pull Nino into a quick and messy hug. "I'll e-mail you," he says softly, so softly that nobody can overhear.
Nino's arms are tight around his neck for just a moment. "I'm not the girl. I'll e-mail you."
They step back from each other. "Thanks for the hard work," they chorus, shaking hands.
Ohno doesn't mind letting go of Nino's hand.
He can always hold it the next time they meet.
Until then, they can do this properly.
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Date: 2011-04-26 05:22 am (UTC)I just. And then he. And then Machida--And then Sho. I don't even know where to start with how fucking amazing this was.
I loved everything building. I love how it started as a joke but they both liked the joke so much they just kept it up. Because that's so them. It wasn't like it was a very hard thing to do, they liked each other enough, right?
And then. But really, I just. The laughing during the sex. Okay, no, really. So many people take sexy times and make them into serious times, but for anyone that has had sex? It can be hilarious. And when you're turned on and so deliriously happy and then the person you're with is making that wonderful sound and you're both laughing and kissing and completely out of your minds breathless........
Yeah. You say you admire my realism, but that right there? It goes under the 'unconventional sexy', but it was so, SO true. Especially to their ages! It was adorable and hot and made my heart so full it could BURST.
And Ohno's choreography. Yes. YES. This metaphor is something I will always love and have to try not to consciously steal because... Clunky and fumbling and flailing but perfect. Also, Ohno wanting to compare sizes later, lolteenageboys.
I'm probably going to reread this again, it was so great. THANK YOU FOR AN AMAZING BIRTHDAY FIC, I AM NOW MORE MOTIVATED TO GET SOMETHING COMPARABLY GOOD DONE FOR YOU, ALTHOUGH I DOUBT I'LL QUITE MAKE IT.
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Date: 2011-04-26 08:16 am (UTC)This is like...my ideal Ohmiya fic. No really. I am in love with this so completely right now. *__* ♥ I didn't want it to be ooover. But it was so awesomely good. *sigh* The dynamic and the vibe just felt so very them, and I love how you write and just aldkfj. Winwinwin.
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Date: 2011-04-26 01:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-04-26 02:09 pm (UTC)And I love how they sleep on Sho's bed, because Sho is just too fun, especially when he was a teenager.
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Date: 2011-04-26 05:26 pm (UTC)off you go to my lj memories, fic, off you go
gah loved it
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Date: 2011-04-26 08:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-04-28 11:00 am (UTC)♥
Date: 2011-05-04 09:50 am (UTC)This fanfiction is a pure treasure. Everything looks so realistic. My heart went 'squish' at times and I smiled with all of my teeth at others. It's really really sweet.
It took me forever to finish to read from the begining to the end
(not because I'm bad at english)because I didn't wanted this to end. It was such a cute "universe" that you could have been writing ten more pages of this (or a sequel :D), I would have been happy.All this just to say : Thank you :)
I've spent a good time at reading this, this was brillant.
ps: And I'm ashamed to say I didn't have an Ohmiya icon... --;
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Date: 2011-06-02 03:22 pm (UTC)Now! First--bad at English? I had to look at your profile to realize you probably weren't a native speaker. DAMN. I am always impressed with anybody who can speak/read another language.
Second: I am so beyond happy that you loved it and said that it felt realistic. I really do try my best for that feeling! THANK YOU SO MUCH.
Sequel? aslkdf DO NOT GIVE ME IDEAS NO.
Again? Thank you. So much.
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Date: 2011-05-06 06:33 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-06-04 05:26 am (UTC)Could you write a sequel? Pretty please with strawberries and ice-cream on top? 8D
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Date: 2011-06-05 08:56 pm (UTC)I could say all this and still it wouldn't be enough to make you justice. You're amazing and I love the way you make me feel them. And I love the way you make me love them even more, each time I read you.
Thank you for sharing. And yes please... I'd love you going on with this.
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Date: 2011-10-11 09:34 am (UTC)