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learashiPairing : Ohmiya (main), Junba
Genre: fluff, au
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I have no claim over Arashi - this is purely a work of fiction
Summary: Thinking that the older man was disinterested he had turned to leave only to have his wrist grabbed and a sketch of himself thrust into his hand. In the bottom corner was a phone number. He looked up only to lose himself in the warm brown eyes that were looking at him with great interest and more than a hint of lust.
Note: This is Masaki's Very Own Fairytale seen from Nino's viewpoint
Nino realized that his best friend Masaki was a bit different to anyone else he knew. The man practically had bluebirds perching on his fingers when he walked through the park. He'd never met a more innocent and caring human being and he sometimes felt that perhaps he should try and be a bit more like his lifelong friend. And then Masaki would do something crazy and Nino would come back to reality.
He had only accompanied him to the fortune teller because he thought it would be a laugh and because he was worried that they might take advantage of his friend’s gullibility and try and extract money from him. Even though he was a year younger he felt responsible for his friend’s welfare. Masaki was altogether too trusting when it came to people, and animals as well if his two cats and three pet turtles that had all been strays were any indication. (Although Nino had never quite understood how a turtle could even manage to stray...?)
He didn't mind the animals too much, because their shared apartment was cheap and Masaki had offered to pay a larger share of the rent due to his pets taking up space. Nino would never admit it, but he kind of liked the cats being around, but was more than a little freaked out by the turtles. (They always seemed to be staring at him accusingly which wasn't fair, he'd only used their cabbage leaves for dinner the one time when he was too lazy to go to the shop.)
It had been almost six months since they had visited the fortune teller and Masaki was panicking because the deadline for her prediction for him was coming up soon. He had no idea why his friend believed so strongly that she knew what she was talking about. For goodness sakes, the woman had predicted that he would fall in love as well, something that he had successfully managed to avoid so far in his life. Being taken out for a free dinner was good. Having great sex afterwards was even better. He just didn't understand why either of those activities had to involve love at the same time.
But what he really didn't understand was why completely against his will he then went and fell helplessly in love with Ohno Satoshi.
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It was just another day at the coffee shop where he and Masaki worked together. Some people thought that they should get together as they spent more time with each other than some married couples, but the thought of having sex with Masaki was just so wrong. Masaki was like a brother to him and he knew that his friend felt exactly the same way in return. Plus he was quite sure that Masaki was still a virgin, something that Nino hadn't been since the day he turned twenty.
Masaki was starting to become more desperate as he believed that his life would be over if his "one true love" hadn't arrived by the fast approaching end of summer. Nino had tried to urge him to go out with somebody, anybody really, instead of standing around in the coffee shop pining like some fairytale princess waiting for her one true love. Nino had never bothered waiting for Mr Right when Mr Right Now would do.
He was happy enough with his life and only realized what he was missing when the missing piece of his heart turned up at work that day.
Masaki came and whispered to him that there was an interesting looking customer sitting at one of his tables who hadn't yet even looked at his coffee since he was too busy sketching and did he think that he might be "the one"?
Nino looked up and saw a small, brown haired, tanned man sitting at the table. There were paint smudges on his scruffy and rumpled clothes which looked like he might possibly have slept in them and a blob of blue paint in his hair. His eyes were heavy, as if keeping them open was all too much hard work; his body slumped over the table. But his fingers were long and beautiful and seemed to fly across the page as if working independently of the rest of him. They moved in such a graceful fashion that he couldn't help wondering how they would feel when running across his naked body.
He realized that Masaki had apparently been speaking to him for a while.
"So you agree that I should try one of my special soulful looks? I think that this one has real potential. I'm sure he won't be able to resist once I look into his eyes. If you could just watch the door in case he tries to run off like some of the others. Because if the boss deducts much more from my pay this month I might not be able to pay the rent ....Nino? Nino, are you listening to me?"
Grabbing the pot of coffee before Aiba could get to it and pushing him out of the way, Nino dashed out into the dining room to meet his destiny.
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Lying in bed later that evening wrapped in the arms of his new lover, Nino had a strange feeling of contentment. It had been the best sex of his life so far. Their bodies had somehow fit together as snugly as two pieces of a puzzle and they were actually cuddling right now, which was very confusing. Nino didn’t do “cuddle”, but there was just something about Ohno that made him want to squish him like a teddy bear.
He wasn’t even quite sure how this had happened. He had run out to refill the already full cup and had started chatting to the artist, only receiving the odd grunt in reply. Thinking that the older man was disinterested he had turned to leave only to have his wrist grabbed and a sketch of himself thrust into his hand. In the bottom corner was a phone number and address. He looked up only to lose himself in the warm brown eyes that were looking at him with great interest and more than a hint of lust.
After sending a few filthy texts he had bolted to Ohno’s apartment as soon as he got off work as if pulled by an invisible string. The apartment was small and a bit shabby, much like its owner but Nino hardly had time to notice any details before he found himself in the surprisingly large and comfortable bed. In fact the bedroom was the only nicely decorated room at Ohno’s place, with a large mural of sea life on the wall. It was a bit disconcerting to have sex with all those fishy eyes watching, but after living with Aiba’s roaming turtles he was sort of used to it by now.
Ohno had laid there so pliant and warm beneath him the first time only to flip positions and take Nino with much skill and a breathtaking amount of stamina on the second round. There wasn’t a part of Nino that didn’t have a pleasantly satisfying ache by the time the night was over.
This soon became something that was repeated at every available opportunity and even though Nino’s heart did strange things inside his chest whenever he saw his new lover he was loathe to call it anything but lust at this stage.
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A week or so after that a very strange specimen came into their shop, muffled in a heavy coat and hat despite the blazing hot end to summer they were currently experiencing. Even Aiba found it hard to say anything good about the man as he supplied him with iced tea.
Ohno arrived shortly after and since it was eleven o’clock (quite an early start for him) Nino dragged him away for an early “lunch” since it had been at least eight hours since they had last had sex.
Upon their return they were horrified to hear Masaki relate his tale of the fainting customer who had apparently been possibly completely naked under his coat. All Masaki was left with was a hat, a pair of glasses an absolute sense of confusion and a slight headache after Nino slapped him in the head for being so stupid and putting himself in possible danger after he’d found out that his too trusting friend had locked himself in the store with a possible rapist.
He’d been forced to slap Ohno as well when he’d almost revealed the details of a very private game that they had invented at lunch time which would have been far too shocking for his innocent friend Masaki to know the details of, but which Nino was planning on playing again at the next available opportunity.
Masaki had promised to be more careful in future, which didn’t mean much to Nino as he knew his friend and his naive nature all too well.
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A couple of weeks later Ohno invited Nino to his beachside cottage, hoping to introduce him to the joys of fishing.
Nino had been astonished to discover that his lover was quite a famous name in the art world and was therefore quite wealthy. Not that Nino had ever or ever would sleep with someone for his money; he was much more interested in what Ohno had in his boxer shorts, but since Nino had always been a great fan of money it was an extra bonus to their relationship.
Nino had to admit that talking so far hadn’t been a very big part of their relationship since they spent most of their time having sex and Ohno wasn’t much of a conversationalist anyway.
Masaki had been confused when he’d tried to help him pack and seen some of the things that Nino had been trying to fit into his tiny case. Gingerly picking up one of the items between the very tips of his thumb and forefinger he asked “What’s this for? How does it work? Do you use it to massage your sore back?” He fumbled around a bit and suddenly it sprang to life buzzing and wiggling around in his hand.
Nino snatched it from his hand saying “For a start you have it upside down…”
Looking into the innocent eyes of his best friend, he felt that there was no way he could finish his description of what the toy was actually meant to be used for so he said “But you’re completely right. I was afraid that I might pull a muscle while we’re fishing so I thought I’d pack it just in case.”
“And what about this?” Masaki asked as he went to grab something else.
Nino leapt over and slammed the case shut before Masaki could get a good look at anything else he’d packed not feeling up to having to come up with any further explanations.
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But contrary to Nino’s expectations, they had spent quite a lot of time actually fishing before and after the mind blowing sex. Somehow it was soothing to sit quietly next to Ohno on the jetty just enjoying each other’s company. He’d drawn the line at going on the boat though, not wanting to throw up every mouthful of food he had ever eaten in his entire life since he suffered from incurable sea sickness.
He was slightly horrified to realize that just being near Ohno was enough to make him feel happier than he’d ever felt before. There’s no way on earth that he would ever tell the man that though. He didn’t want to end up being some soppy romantic like Masaki.
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When he arrived home, Ohno in tow, Nino was stunned to see Masaki sitting on the sofa wrapped in the arms of a slender dark haired man that he didn’t recognize.
“Kitchen. Now.” He said, grabbing Masaki and dragging him along with him, leaving a bemused Ohno with the stranger.
“What do you think you're doing? Who is that man?” Nino hissed.
“That's the man I'm going to marry.” chirped Aiba in response “At least I'm pretty sure that I can persuade him to eventually.”
“No, you idiot. What's his name and where did you find him? You didn't kidnap him did you?” Nino said worried that Aiba's fantasies had finally gotten out of hand.
“Of course not, I've decided that he's my new boyfriend.” Aiba said as he began rummaging in the cupboards for some snacks.
“I've only been away for one night. How did you manage to snare him in that amount of time? Were drugs involved?”
“Now you're being silly. Remember the customer I helped out a couple of weeks ago?
“The potential rapist that you locked yourself in with you mean?”
“No, the perfectly sweet man named Matsumoto Jun that's sitting in our living room who just happened to be having a very bad day.” Aiba replied with stars in his eyes.
Nino sighed, knowing that he wasn't going to win this particular argument. Once Masaki set his mind to something there was no way to change his mind. If he really had decided that he wanted this Matsumoto person then that was it and Nino might as well save his breath.
Eventually they finished their whispered argument and emerged from the kitchen, Masaki carrying a tray of cold drinks and Nino reluctantly bringing a bag of chips along with him.
Nino was horrified to see that Ohno had taken out his pad and pencil and was busily sketching Matsumoto while mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like “perfect bone structure”. Nino had never before experienced such a bolt of white hot jealousy and possessiveness that seared through his chest at that moment.
Feeling an overwhelming need to mark his territory he went over to his lover, snatching the book from his hands and dropping himself onto his lap. Ohno made a happy humming noise and buried his nose in the back of Nino’s neck. Nino’s entire body shivered with pleasure at the sensation. The thought that Ohno might possibly be interested in someone else finally forced him admit to himself that he had fallen in love with his scruffy artist. Even though he had always been sceptical about the very existence of love, now that it had arrived he couldn’t imagine ever living without it again.
Suddenly feeling happier than he could ever remember, Nino generously decided to give Masaki’s new friend a chance. He could always cut his dick off later if he turned out to not live up to Masaki’s or more importantly his expectations.
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After that first awkward meeting he had been able to gradually get to know Matsumoto properly and after seeing at first hand the kind and doting way he’d treated Masaki for the past month, Nino had realized that he was perfectly suited as a partner for his friend. He had to grudgingly admit that he was quite good looking in that impossibly handsome fairytale prince sort of way with a body to die for, that some other people with pretty low standards found attractive. But he was nothing in comparison to his own lover.
Ohno's pouty lips, his chubby cheeks that just asked to be pinched, his long sensitive fingers, his silent but caring attitude, his round and springy ass and finally his enormous cock, were all that Nino could ask for.
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It was after midnight when Nino staggered into the apartment, his limbs intertwined with Ohno’s as they kissed and groped each other. He had found himself increasingly unable to spend any time away from the artist over the past few weeks and he knew that Ohno felt the same as he had been spending nearly all of his time as Nino’s apartment unless he was on a painting binge.
They had almost made it to the sofa when they tripped over a pair of jeans lying on the floor. Forced to separate temporarily, as they struggled to regain their balance, Nino noticed that there were other pieces of clothing scattered across the apartment, the trail leading to Masaki’s closed bedroom door.
Taking the breathy moans coming from Masaki's bedroom as a clue, he was pretty sure that his friend wasn't a virgin any more. Ohno was embarrassed that they were listening, but couldn't Nino help himself. If the screams and banging noises that were now issuing from that room were an indication of things to come, then perhaps some soundproofing was in order.
His competitive side took over as he dragged Ohno towards his own bedroom, undressing him along the way. There was no way that he was going to be outdone by that overly romantic amateur.
Genre: fluff, au
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I have no claim over Arashi - this is purely a work of fiction
Summary: Thinking that the older man was disinterested he had turned to leave only to have his wrist grabbed and a sketch of himself thrust into his hand. In the bottom corner was a phone number. He looked up only to lose himself in the warm brown eyes that were looking at him with great interest and more than a hint of lust.
Note: This is Masaki's Very Own Fairytale seen from Nino's viewpoint
Nino realized that his best friend Masaki was a bit different to anyone else he knew. The man practically had bluebirds perching on his fingers when he walked through the park. He'd never met a more innocent and caring human being and he sometimes felt that perhaps he should try and be a bit more like his lifelong friend. And then Masaki would do something crazy and Nino would come back to reality.
He had only accompanied him to the fortune teller because he thought it would be a laugh and because he was worried that they might take advantage of his friend’s gullibility and try and extract money from him. Even though he was a year younger he felt responsible for his friend’s welfare. Masaki was altogether too trusting when it came to people, and animals as well if his two cats and three pet turtles that had all been strays were any indication. (Although Nino had never quite understood how a turtle could even manage to stray...?)
He didn't mind the animals too much, because their shared apartment was cheap and Masaki had offered to pay a larger share of the rent due to his pets taking up space. Nino would never admit it, but he kind of liked the cats being around, but was more than a little freaked out by the turtles. (They always seemed to be staring at him accusingly which wasn't fair, he'd only used their cabbage leaves for dinner the one time when he was too lazy to go to the shop.)
It had been almost six months since they had visited the fortune teller and Masaki was panicking because the deadline for her prediction for him was coming up soon. He had no idea why his friend believed so strongly that she knew what she was talking about. For goodness sakes, the woman had predicted that he would fall in love as well, something that he had successfully managed to avoid so far in his life. Being taken out for a free dinner was good. Having great sex afterwards was even better. He just didn't understand why either of those activities had to involve love at the same time.
But what he really didn't understand was why completely against his will he then went and fell helplessly in love with Ohno Satoshi.
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It was just another day at the coffee shop where he and Masaki worked together. Some people thought that they should get together as they spent more time with each other than some married couples, but the thought of having sex with Masaki was just so wrong. Masaki was like a brother to him and he knew that his friend felt exactly the same way in return. Plus he was quite sure that Masaki was still a virgin, something that Nino hadn't been since the day he turned twenty.
Masaki was starting to become more desperate as he believed that his life would be over if his "one true love" hadn't arrived by the fast approaching end of summer. Nino had tried to urge him to go out with somebody, anybody really, instead of standing around in the coffee shop pining like some fairytale princess waiting for her one true love. Nino had never bothered waiting for Mr Right when Mr Right Now would do.
He was happy enough with his life and only realized what he was missing when the missing piece of his heart turned up at work that day.
Masaki came and whispered to him that there was an interesting looking customer sitting at one of his tables who hadn't yet even looked at his coffee since he was too busy sketching and did he think that he might be "the one"?
Nino looked up and saw a small, brown haired, tanned man sitting at the table. There were paint smudges on his scruffy and rumpled clothes which looked like he might possibly have slept in them and a blob of blue paint in his hair. His eyes were heavy, as if keeping them open was all too much hard work; his body slumped over the table. But his fingers were long and beautiful and seemed to fly across the page as if working independently of the rest of him. They moved in such a graceful fashion that he couldn't help wondering how they would feel when running across his naked body.
He realized that Masaki had apparently been speaking to him for a while.
"So you agree that I should try one of my special soulful looks? I think that this one has real potential. I'm sure he won't be able to resist once I look into his eyes. If you could just watch the door in case he tries to run off like some of the others. Because if the boss deducts much more from my pay this month I might not be able to pay the rent ....Nino? Nino, are you listening to me?"
Grabbing the pot of coffee before Aiba could get to it and pushing him out of the way, Nino dashed out into the dining room to meet his destiny.
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Lying in bed later that evening wrapped in the arms of his new lover, Nino had a strange feeling of contentment. It had been the best sex of his life so far. Their bodies had somehow fit together as snugly as two pieces of a puzzle and they were actually cuddling right now, which was very confusing. Nino didn’t do “cuddle”, but there was just something about Ohno that made him want to squish him like a teddy bear.
He wasn’t even quite sure how this had happened. He had run out to refill the already full cup and had started chatting to the artist, only receiving the odd grunt in reply. Thinking that the older man was disinterested he had turned to leave only to have his wrist grabbed and a sketch of himself thrust into his hand. In the bottom corner was a phone number and address. He looked up only to lose himself in the warm brown eyes that were looking at him with great interest and more than a hint of lust.
After sending a few filthy texts he had bolted to Ohno’s apartment as soon as he got off work as if pulled by an invisible string. The apartment was small and a bit shabby, much like its owner but Nino hardly had time to notice any details before he found himself in the surprisingly large and comfortable bed. In fact the bedroom was the only nicely decorated room at Ohno’s place, with a large mural of sea life on the wall. It was a bit disconcerting to have sex with all those fishy eyes watching, but after living with Aiba’s roaming turtles he was sort of used to it by now.
Ohno had laid there so pliant and warm beneath him the first time only to flip positions and take Nino with much skill and a breathtaking amount of stamina on the second round. There wasn’t a part of Nino that didn’t have a pleasantly satisfying ache by the time the night was over.
This soon became something that was repeated at every available opportunity and even though Nino’s heart did strange things inside his chest whenever he saw his new lover he was loathe to call it anything but lust at this stage.
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A week or so after that a very strange specimen came into their shop, muffled in a heavy coat and hat despite the blazing hot end to summer they were currently experiencing. Even Aiba found it hard to say anything good about the man as he supplied him with iced tea.
Ohno arrived shortly after and since it was eleven o’clock (quite an early start for him) Nino dragged him away for an early “lunch” since it had been at least eight hours since they had last had sex.
Upon their return they were horrified to hear Masaki relate his tale of the fainting customer who had apparently been possibly completely naked under his coat. All Masaki was left with was a hat, a pair of glasses an absolute sense of confusion and a slight headache after Nino slapped him in the head for being so stupid and putting himself in possible danger after he’d found out that his too trusting friend had locked himself in the store with a possible rapist.
He’d been forced to slap Ohno as well when he’d almost revealed the details of a very private game that they had invented at lunch time which would have been far too shocking for his innocent friend Masaki to know the details of, but which Nino was planning on playing again at the next available opportunity.
Masaki had promised to be more careful in future, which didn’t mean much to Nino as he knew his friend and his naive nature all too well.
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A couple of weeks later Ohno invited Nino to his beachside cottage, hoping to introduce him to the joys of fishing.
Nino had been astonished to discover that his lover was quite a famous name in the art world and was therefore quite wealthy. Not that Nino had ever or ever would sleep with someone for his money; he was much more interested in what Ohno had in his boxer shorts, but since Nino had always been a great fan of money it was an extra bonus to their relationship.
Nino had to admit that talking so far hadn’t been a very big part of their relationship since they spent most of their time having sex and Ohno wasn’t much of a conversationalist anyway.
Masaki had been confused when he’d tried to help him pack and seen some of the things that Nino had been trying to fit into his tiny case. Gingerly picking up one of the items between the very tips of his thumb and forefinger he asked “What’s this for? How does it work? Do you use it to massage your sore back?” He fumbled around a bit and suddenly it sprang to life buzzing and wiggling around in his hand.
Nino snatched it from his hand saying “For a start you have it upside down…”
Looking into the innocent eyes of his best friend, he felt that there was no way he could finish his description of what the toy was actually meant to be used for so he said “But you’re completely right. I was afraid that I might pull a muscle while we’re fishing so I thought I’d pack it just in case.”
“And what about this?” Masaki asked as he went to grab something else.
Nino leapt over and slammed the case shut before Masaki could get a good look at anything else he’d packed not feeling up to having to come up with any further explanations.
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But contrary to Nino’s expectations, they had spent quite a lot of time actually fishing before and after the mind blowing sex. Somehow it was soothing to sit quietly next to Ohno on the jetty just enjoying each other’s company. He’d drawn the line at going on the boat though, not wanting to throw up every mouthful of food he had ever eaten in his entire life since he suffered from incurable sea sickness.
He was slightly horrified to realize that just being near Ohno was enough to make him feel happier than he’d ever felt before. There’s no way on earth that he would ever tell the man that though. He didn’t want to end up being some soppy romantic like Masaki.
++++
When he arrived home, Ohno in tow, Nino was stunned to see Masaki sitting on the sofa wrapped in the arms of a slender dark haired man that he didn’t recognize.
“Kitchen. Now.” He said, grabbing Masaki and dragging him along with him, leaving a bemused Ohno with the stranger.
“What do you think you're doing? Who is that man?” Nino hissed.
“That's the man I'm going to marry.” chirped Aiba in response “At least I'm pretty sure that I can persuade him to eventually.”
“No, you idiot. What's his name and where did you find him? You didn't kidnap him did you?” Nino said worried that Aiba's fantasies had finally gotten out of hand.
“Of course not, I've decided that he's my new boyfriend.” Aiba said as he began rummaging in the cupboards for some snacks.
“I've only been away for one night. How did you manage to snare him in that amount of time? Were drugs involved?”
“Now you're being silly. Remember the customer I helped out a couple of weeks ago?
“The potential rapist that you locked yourself in with you mean?”
“No, the perfectly sweet man named Matsumoto Jun that's sitting in our living room who just happened to be having a very bad day.” Aiba replied with stars in his eyes.
Nino sighed, knowing that he wasn't going to win this particular argument. Once Masaki set his mind to something there was no way to change his mind. If he really had decided that he wanted this Matsumoto person then that was it and Nino might as well save his breath.
Eventually they finished their whispered argument and emerged from the kitchen, Masaki carrying a tray of cold drinks and Nino reluctantly bringing a bag of chips along with him.
Nino was horrified to see that Ohno had taken out his pad and pencil and was busily sketching Matsumoto while mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like “perfect bone structure”. Nino had never before experienced such a bolt of white hot jealousy and possessiveness that seared through his chest at that moment.
Feeling an overwhelming need to mark his territory he went over to his lover, snatching the book from his hands and dropping himself onto his lap. Ohno made a happy humming noise and buried his nose in the back of Nino’s neck. Nino’s entire body shivered with pleasure at the sensation. The thought that Ohno might possibly be interested in someone else finally forced him admit to himself that he had fallen in love with his scruffy artist. Even though he had always been sceptical about the very existence of love, now that it had arrived he couldn’t imagine ever living without it again.
Suddenly feeling happier than he could ever remember, Nino generously decided to give Masaki’s new friend a chance. He could always cut his dick off later if he turned out to not live up to Masaki’s or more importantly his expectations.
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After that first awkward meeting he had been able to gradually get to know Matsumoto properly and after seeing at first hand the kind and doting way he’d treated Masaki for the past month, Nino had realized that he was perfectly suited as a partner for his friend. He had to grudgingly admit that he was quite good looking in that impossibly handsome fairytale prince sort of way with a body to die for, that some other people with pretty low standards found attractive. But he was nothing in comparison to his own lover.
Ohno's pouty lips, his chubby cheeks that just asked to be pinched, his long sensitive fingers, his silent but caring attitude, his round and springy ass and finally his enormous cock, were all that Nino could ask for.
++++
It was after midnight when Nino staggered into the apartment, his limbs intertwined with Ohno’s as they kissed and groped each other. He had found himself increasingly unable to spend any time away from the artist over the past few weeks and he knew that Ohno felt the same as he had been spending nearly all of his time as Nino’s apartment unless he was on a painting binge.
They had almost made it to the sofa when they tripped over a pair of jeans lying on the floor. Forced to separate temporarily, as they struggled to regain their balance, Nino noticed that there were other pieces of clothing scattered across the apartment, the trail leading to Masaki’s closed bedroom door.
Taking the breathy moans coming from Masaki's bedroom as a clue, he was pretty sure that his friend wasn't a virgin any more. Ohno was embarrassed that they were listening, but couldn't Nino help himself. If the screams and banging noises that were now issuing from that room were an indication of things to come, then perhaps some soundproofing was in order.
His competitive side took over as he dragged Ohno towards his own bedroom, undressing him along the way. There was no way that he was going to be outdone by that overly romantic amateur.
