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learashiPairing: Matsumiya, Sakuraiba (implied)
Rating: PG
Genre: fluff
Disclaimer: I own neither Christmas nor Arashi
Summary: Splashes of eggnog flew out of their glasses as they banged them together with slightly too much force as they made cheers for the nth time that night.
A/N: Welcome to my random Arashi Christmas Drabbles - each under 1000 words long. How many there will be is also random – depending on my level of Christmasosity (and yes I know that’s not a word).
Extra A/N (Yes another note. Don't mess with me - I'm cranky.): Hi![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
matsupie here's the Matsumiya you suggested. Unfortunately as you know I accidentally deleted the first version *still bitter* but I hope this is still ok. And thanks to rollingday_s for the photos that inspired me to try again. (If this sucks just pretend that you all read the good version.)
"Another for you sir?" Nino carefully over enunciated.
"Don't mind if I do, sir," Jun giggled in response.
Splashes of eggnog flew out of their glasses as they banged them together with slightly too much force as they made cheers for the nth time that night.
Aiba, the maker of the overly boozy alcoholic concoction was already asleep on the floor snoring loudly. Aiba was not alone, he was tangled in a heap with Sho, their limbs seemingly twisted into an uncomfortable pretzel shape that somehow hadn't stopped them from being asleep for at least the last half hour.
Ohno had of course fallen asleep at least an hour before the other two, so insensibly drunk that he hadn't even stirred as the other four had decorated him with tinsel and drawn a star on his forehead with a marker pen, since Nino had failed to pick up the Christmas tree for the party when he found that it still needed to be paid for.
"Sooo, they look happy," Nino slurred as he poked Sho in the butt with his toe.
"Aiba always looks happy," Jun sighed. "Even when he doesn't have his hand down Sho's pants," he added as he tossed an empty beer can at Aiba, lightly hitting him in the chest. This made Aiba stir slightly and roll onto his side, achieving Jun's aim of making him remove the offending hand from Sho's lower half.
"There's no way that I would ever allow myself to act like that in front of my bandmates," Jun said primly.
"Absolutely," Nino agreed with an over exaggerated nod of his head.
An agreeable silence fell over the room as they conpanionably drained their glasses one more time.
"Oh, s'empty," Nino whined, tipping his glass upside down and waggling it in front of Jun's nose.
"Aiba made a double batch. S'more in the kitchen," Jun replied vaguely waving his arm in that direction.
"Well then, let's go," Nino said, jumping unsteadily to his feet and dragging at Jun's arm.
Jun grumbled, but allowed himself to be pulled upright by an insisting Nino and dragged in the direction of the kitchen.
Nino jerked to a halt in the doorway, causing Jun to bump up against him.
"Urk, what's this stuff?" Nino squeaked as he batted a bunch of green leaves away from his head. They were dangling from a string attached to the top of the doorway.
"Um, it's something that Aiba hung up for Sho. It's mistletoe. Tradition says that if you stand under it you have to kiss the person next to you," Jun said, as a deep red blush slowly suffuced his face.
"Oh, if it is traditional maybe we should go ahead and do it," Nino said slowly, sounding suddenly sober. "I don't want us to be cursed for the next year or something," Nino added, obviously spotting something of great interest to look at over Jun's left shoulder. He tilted his head slightly to one side and pursed his lips comically in Jun's direction.
"Right then..."
"Yep..."
"Ok...here I go..."
Jun cupped Nino's cheek with one hand while pulling him closer with the other. At first the kiss was just a gentle brush of the lips, as they tasted each other for the first time. But soon Nino found himself moaning softly as the tip of Jun's tongue slid into his mouth between his parted lips. When they finally pulled apart, their lips were slightly bruised looking and their breathing was unsteady. They didn't speak, instead standing and gazing at each other with slightly unfocused eyes and a growing sense of wonder.
The silence was broken by what sounded like a walrus in distress as one of the other three began to snore loudly in the living room.
"I think we should talk about what just happened, but perhaps we should go somewhere a bit quieter?" Jun said, clenching his fists beside his legs as if struggling to restrain the urge to touch Nino again. "Um, if you're ok with it, we could go to my bedroom?"
Nino merely looked at him with a dreamy expression before nodding his agreement. But as Jun took his hand and led him out of the kitchen Nino suddenly jerked to a stop. Worried that he had misread the situation Jun asked, "Nino? Is everything alright?"
"It's more than alright. I just think that maybe we should take the mistletoe with us," Nino replied with a smutty smirk.
Jun's only reply was a smouldering look of his own that gave Nino a pleasant shiver down his spine.
Rating: PG
Genre: fluff
Disclaimer: I own neither Christmas nor Arashi
Summary: Splashes of eggnog flew out of their glasses as they banged them together with slightly too much force as they made cheers for the nth time that night.
A/N: Welcome to my random Arashi Christmas Drabbles - each under 1000 words long. How many there will be is also random – depending on my level of Christmasosity (and yes I know that’s not a word).
Extra A/N (Yes another note. Don't mess with me - I'm cranky.): Hi
matsupie here's the Matsumiya you suggested. Unfortunately as you know I accidentally deleted the first version *still bitter* but I hope this is still ok. And thanks to rollingday_s for the photos that inspired me to try again. (If this sucks just pretend that you all read the good version.)"Another for you sir?" Nino carefully over enunciated.
"Don't mind if I do, sir," Jun giggled in response.
Splashes of eggnog flew out of their glasses as they banged them together with slightly too much force as they made cheers for the nth time that night.
Aiba, the maker of the overly boozy alcoholic concoction was already asleep on the floor snoring loudly. Aiba was not alone, he was tangled in a heap with Sho, their limbs seemingly twisted into an uncomfortable pretzel shape that somehow hadn't stopped them from being asleep for at least the last half hour.
Ohno had of course fallen asleep at least an hour before the other two, so insensibly drunk that he hadn't even stirred as the other four had decorated him with tinsel and drawn a star on his forehead with a marker pen, since Nino had failed to pick up the Christmas tree for the party when he found that it still needed to be paid for.
"Sooo, they look happy," Nino slurred as he poked Sho in the butt with his toe.
"Aiba always looks happy," Jun sighed. "Even when he doesn't have his hand down Sho's pants," he added as he tossed an empty beer can at Aiba, lightly hitting him in the chest. This made Aiba stir slightly and roll onto his side, achieving Jun's aim of making him remove the offending hand from Sho's lower half.
"There's no way that I would ever allow myself to act like that in front of my bandmates," Jun said primly.
"Absolutely," Nino agreed with an over exaggerated nod of his head.
An agreeable silence fell over the room as they conpanionably drained their glasses one more time.
"Oh, s'empty," Nino whined, tipping his glass upside down and waggling it in front of Jun's nose.
"Aiba made a double batch. S'more in the kitchen," Jun replied vaguely waving his arm in that direction.
"Well then, let's go," Nino said, jumping unsteadily to his feet and dragging at Jun's arm.
Jun grumbled, but allowed himself to be pulled upright by an insisting Nino and dragged in the direction of the kitchen.
Nino jerked to a halt in the doorway, causing Jun to bump up against him.
"Urk, what's this stuff?" Nino squeaked as he batted a bunch of green leaves away from his head. They were dangling from a string attached to the top of the doorway.
"Um, it's something that Aiba hung up for Sho. It's mistletoe. Tradition says that if you stand under it you have to kiss the person next to you," Jun said, as a deep red blush slowly suffuced his face.
"Oh, if it is traditional maybe we should go ahead and do it," Nino said slowly, sounding suddenly sober. "I don't want us to be cursed for the next year or something," Nino added, obviously spotting something of great interest to look at over Jun's left shoulder. He tilted his head slightly to one side and pursed his lips comically in Jun's direction.
"Right then..."
"Yep..."
"Ok...here I go..."
Jun cupped Nino's cheek with one hand while pulling him closer with the other. At first the kiss was just a gentle brush of the lips, as they tasted each other for the first time. But soon Nino found himself moaning softly as the tip of Jun's tongue slid into his mouth between his parted lips. When they finally pulled apart, their lips were slightly bruised looking and their breathing was unsteady. They didn't speak, instead standing and gazing at each other with slightly unfocused eyes and a growing sense of wonder.
The silence was broken by what sounded like a walrus in distress as one of the other three began to snore loudly in the living room.
"I think we should talk about what just happened, but perhaps we should go somewhere a bit quieter?" Jun said, clenching his fists beside his legs as if struggling to restrain the urge to touch Nino again. "Um, if you're ok with it, we could go to my bedroom?"
Nino merely looked at him with a dreamy expression before nodding his agreement. But as Jun took his hand and led him out of the kitchen Nino suddenly jerked to a stop. Worried that he had misread the situation Jun asked, "Nino? Is everything alright?"
"It's more than alright. I just think that maybe we should take the mistletoe with us," Nino replied with a smutty smirk.
Jun's only reply was a smouldering look of his own that gave Nino a pleasant shiver down his spine.
