[Arashi] Of Farts and Kisses
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neko_kirin3104Title: Of Farts and Kisses
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Ohmiya (Ohno/Nino)
Prompt: 15 No
Word Count: 1907
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Where Nino finally lets his heart have its way.
Disclaimer: I own nobody. Purely fictional, of course. :3
Notes: Inspired by a prompt from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
je_prompts, and written for kiroii_niji’s open post project for their community’s 3rd year anniversary and Nino’s birthday month. Head on over there for another year of daily Nino flailing! <3
***Originally posted here.
The answer had been festering in his head, growing cobwebs and what-nots, before the old man finally approached him one day and casually launched their usual yearly bantering a week before his birthday.
It was a lazy afternoon at their Nittere greenroom and the rest of the guys were out for make-up, snacks, and who-knew what else. He had arrived early for their AniShi shoot today, had immediately gone in for wardrobe and make-up, and had since been idling here engrossed in his Nintendo DS for the past hour, when the older guy walked in.
He didn’t even bother throwing the guy a greeting, or even a nod of acknowledgement. He didn’t even have to look to know Satoshi Ohno, all dolled up and made up for the show, had just flopped down beside him with a whiny sigh of resignation.
He could feel the older guy staring at him as he fiddled with the controls of his gaming console, filling the silence between them with the aggressive tip-tapping of keys and the campy music from the newest game he had wheedled out of Aiba.
But he didn’t really show any sign of awareness that somebody else was in the room with him until the older guy finally spoke.
“What do you want for your birthday, Nino?”
He almost lost his cool as the lazily mumbled words drifted into his ear, the warm breath that accompanied it sending a thrill from the side of his face to the deepest part of his heart that was still receptive to this kind of cheesy antic.
He let out a slight cough to clear his throat, but knew there was nothing he could do about the blush slowly creeping up to his cheeks.
He could just as easily laugh to hide his embarrassment, like what he had always done in the previous years. But for some reason, he didn’t feel like laughing about this now. This routine was getting pretty tiring, and he was fast becoming too old for it.
“You know what I want, Leader.” He managed to say without stumbling on his words. He kept his eyes focused on the game, willing himself to ignore the way the older guy was pressing against him. Telling himself not to be affected in the least bit by the way the older guy’s fingers were folding around his arm in a gentle grip.
“Okay.”
No, he didn’t want to let himself be roped into this nonsensical conversation again about wanting what he could never—
Wait, what?!
Amidst the comical screams of his game character getting dragon-fried, he finally turned his gaze to the other guy, no longer bothering to keep his emotions in check.
Satoshi Ohno chuckled heartily while giving his chin a light tap He realized his jaws had gone slack and instantly closed his mouth.
“Really, now...” he said, flipping his DS close without breaking eye contact. “It’s become that easy, huh?”
“Nino, it’s always been easy,” Ohno said, his smile both affectionate and just a wee bit condescending. “It’s just that you never really asked for it.”
Nino blinked, huffed, frowned and pouted, no longer minding that he was already exposing too much of himself to this guy. “I’ve been asking you since you moved into your own place, haven’t I? You’ve always told me ‘No’! Really, Oh-chan! Really! You just had to show J first, didn’t you?”
He knew he was being unreasonably juvenile about this, and had to pull back a little when he spotted the small smile forming at the corner of Ohno’s lips. He was definitely being juvenile, and the old man was obviously finding his distress amusing.
“J asked nicely.”
The straightforwardness in those words, and the calmness of the tone used to say them made Nino want to pull all his hair out and scream.
But by dint of common courtesy, which he had almost completely forgotten just a moment ago, he had to settle for a harmless sigh and a half-hearted mumbling of, “How nice did I have to be?” before picking up the Nintendo DS he had carelessly tossed to his side.
“You never asked to come, Nino,” Ohno was saying, his slender fingers drawing light circles around the skin of his arm. The unexpected sensation made him flinch a little, quickly realizing that the older guy was still clinging to him like that. That his previous catty outburst did not even make this guy wince and move away.
“I don’t wanna do this with you right now, Oh-chan,” he whined, wanting to sound nonchalant and failing. He cleared his throat and flipped his DS open, wanting nothing more than to get back to his game world and claim his easy dose of success and appreciation there.
“You never asked to come,” Ohno repeated stubbornly, though his voice did not really raise a notch. The older guy leaned more heavily on him and rested his head on his shoulder. “You just always joked about wanting to come.”
Nino thought about it, wanting to keep an objective view on things this time. And his fingers gradually lagged over the keys of his gaming console when he was finally hit with the truth.
The old man may be right. Nino may have said he wanted to come see his place, but did he really mean it? When Satoshi Ohno finally moved out of his parents’ house and got his own apartment a few years back, everybody had automatically assumed their Leader would invite him first over the other members. They were close enough as it was, surely he’d have to be the first one, right?
But no invitation ever came, not for him nor for the rest of the group. And in a way, he was kind of relieved, because he didn’t really know how to deal with Satoshi Ohno’s private life, much less be a part of it.
He’d always been content with the Satoshi Ohno he saw and interacted with during work and the occasional Arashi dinner dates and late night drinking and chatting while on tour.
For the longest time he had wanted to keep his view of Satoshi Ohno to the man he could bully, grope, and harass freely and in every which way without fearing for his life, his sanity, or his sexuality.
He felt like seeing their Leader in a private setting would give him a much deeper insight into the old man that he did not really need right now. Nor ever.
But he kept asking for it anyway, simply because it amused him to do so. Because he knew the old man would always just say “no”.
And because it had become like a sort of ritual for his birthday—
The older guy would ask, “What do you want?” and he would say, “I wanna see your place” and the older guy would say, “No” and things would somehow get from that point to him getting a couple of spiffy new games a week later.
It had always been fine that way. It had always been fun that way. Until J prattled on about finally seeing their Leader’s house a couple of months ago.
And no matter how hard he tried to deny it, the very idea of his Oh-chan taking another man to see his home, his private space, affected him in ways he had never expected, nor even thought possible about himself.
He had always been able to distance his feelings from his actions. Had always been able to look at himself objectively and easily quell any emotions that did not seem to fit easily into his norm.
But this man... this man had always had a way of messing things up inside his head. He didn’t think he had any right at all to feel jealous of J, but the ugly feeling consumed him anyway. He didn’t think coming to Leader’s place would do his already shaky objectivity any good, but damn! He had never wanted anything more in his life!
He never thought falling in-love with another man would do either of them any good, but he was thinking of finally opening his love-resistant heart and giving it a try... at the very least. Just... try—
“How is today any different?” he asked, staring sightlessly at his game character being dragon-fried a second time.
“This time, I want you to come.”
Those words made Nino’s heart smile. And he readily let this smile touch his lips.
“J will not like it,” he teased, placing his DS on the table with a dull thud.
“I doubt that,” Ohno replied. “That guy scolded me the whole night, telling me to take you home already.”
He chuckled lightly, not at all surprised at their bandmate’s perceptiveness. But he kept his head low, not wanting to look and lose himself in the intense gaze he knew was locked on him. Still feeling a fleeting sense of uncertainty about the whole deal—
“Why... now? What’s different about now?” A part of him yearned to start this moment over gone and just go through the usual routine. It was easier to deal with things that way...
He lost his train of resistant thoughts when he felt Ohno gently lacing his fingers through his. “You’re turning 30 in a few days, Nino. I thought, maybe... Maybe we could both finally be mature about this—”
A strange, intrusive noise suddenly stunned both of them to silence. A puff of air that went pfft and was gone so fast, they would never have noticed it if it hadn’t come from either one of them...
Nino finally raised his head to meet the older guy’s gaze, his face already warm with embarrassment.
“Nino-cha~n...” Ohno chortled, trying his best to hold back his laughter, his eyes crinkling from the effort.
“What? I’m not yet thirty! And I can fart and still be mature!” Nino quipped, quickly taking a defensive stance while trying to keep his own laughter in. “You were making me uneasy!”
Ohno’s poorly restrained chuckles settled into a smile. “It’s liberating, though, isn’t it?”
Nino raised a brow and huffed, “What the hell are you saying?”
“It’s okay to just let it all go, Nino,” Ohno said, patting their interlaced hands before lifting them close to his lips. “To just open yourself up and feel things...” The older guy placed a light kiss on their intertwined fingers. “I don’t mind if you fart while doing so, either.”
“Idiot!” Nino slapped the back of the guy’s head with his free hand and started laughing. Just letting out spurts of wanton delight without feeling like he had to hide his face while doing so.
It wasn’t long before Ohno was laughing along with him, their giggles interweaving harmoniously into the music of their shared feelings, their clasped hands clinging onto each other tighter. Their heartbeats finally settling into a mutual rhythm of anticipation and acceptance...
“Maybe, this could work out...” Nino said after they had both calmed down, loving the way his words reflected how he was really feeling inside.
Ohno turned his face gently by the chin and planted a fleeting kiss on his lips. “We’ll make it work out, Kazu...”
That night, Nino finally stepped into Satoshi Ohno’s house for the first time, farting silently in each room as a way of marking his territory.
On his birthday the following week, he finally moved into his new home.
***Further inspired by Episode 4 of Nino-san where Nino talked about farting and how he used to do this at auditions to leave his mark. xD~<3 [credit to LS community]
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Ohmiya (Ohno/Nino)
Prompt: 15 No
Word Count: 1907
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Where Nino finally lets his heart have its way.
Disclaimer: I own nobody. Purely fictional, of course. :3
Notes: Inspired by a prompt from
je_prompts, and written for kiroii_niji’s open post project for their community’s 3rd year anniversary and Nino’s birthday month. Head on over there for another year of daily Nino flailing! <3***Originally posted here.
“I can’t face the thing called ‘love’. It’s embarrassing.”
—Kazunari Ninomiya, 2013.03.21 Tokudane!
[credit to LS community]
—Kazunari Ninomiya, 2013.03.21 Tokudane!
[credit to LS community]
The answer had been festering in his head, growing cobwebs and what-nots, before the old man finally approached him one day and casually launched their usual yearly bantering a week before his birthday.
It was a lazy afternoon at their Nittere greenroom and the rest of the guys were out for make-up, snacks, and who-knew what else. He had arrived early for their AniShi shoot today, had immediately gone in for wardrobe and make-up, and had since been idling here engrossed in his Nintendo DS for the past hour, when the older guy walked in.
He didn’t even bother throwing the guy a greeting, or even a nod of acknowledgement. He didn’t even have to look to know Satoshi Ohno, all dolled up and made up for the show, had just flopped down beside him with a whiny sigh of resignation.
He could feel the older guy staring at him as he fiddled with the controls of his gaming console, filling the silence between them with the aggressive tip-tapping of keys and the campy music from the newest game he had wheedled out of Aiba.
But he didn’t really show any sign of awareness that somebody else was in the room with him until the older guy finally spoke.
“What do you want for your birthday, Nino?”
He almost lost his cool as the lazily mumbled words drifted into his ear, the warm breath that accompanied it sending a thrill from the side of his face to the deepest part of his heart that was still receptive to this kind of cheesy antic.
He let out a slight cough to clear his throat, but knew there was nothing he could do about the blush slowly creeping up to his cheeks.
He could just as easily laugh to hide his embarrassment, like what he had always done in the previous years. But for some reason, he didn’t feel like laughing about this now. This routine was getting pretty tiring, and he was fast becoming too old for it.
“You know what I want, Leader.” He managed to say without stumbling on his words. He kept his eyes focused on the game, willing himself to ignore the way the older guy was pressing against him. Telling himself not to be affected in the least bit by the way the older guy’s fingers were folding around his arm in a gentle grip.
“Okay.”
No, he didn’t want to let himself be roped into this nonsensical conversation again about wanting what he could never—
Wait, what?!
Amidst the comical screams of his game character getting dragon-fried, he finally turned his gaze to the other guy, no longer bothering to keep his emotions in check.
Satoshi Ohno chuckled heartily while giving his chin a light tap He realized his jaws had gone slack and instantly closed his mouth.
“Really, now...” he said, flipping his DS close without breaking eye contact. “It’s become that easy, huh?”
“Nino, it’s always been easy,” Ohno said, his smile both affectionate and just a wee bit condescending. “It’s just that you never really asked for it.”
Nino blinked, huffed, frowned and pouted, no longer minding that he was already exposing too much of himself to this guy. “I’ve been asking you since you moved into your own place, haven’t I? You’ve always told me ‘No’! Really, Oh-chan! Really! You just had to show J first, didn’t you?”
He knew he was being unreasonably juvenile about this, and had to pull back a little when he spotted the small smile forming at the corner of Ohno’s lips. He was definitely being juvenile, and the old man was obviously finding his distress amusing.
“J asked nicely.”
The straightforwardness in those words, and the calmness of the tone used to say them made Nino want to pull all his hair out and scream.
But by dint of common courtesy, which he had almost completely forgotten just a moment ago, he had to settle for a harmless sigh and a half-hearted mumbling of, “How nice did I have to be?” before picking up the Nintendo DS he had carelessly tossed to his side.
“You never asked to come, Nino,” Ohno was saying, his slender fingers drawing light circles around the skin of his arm. The unexpected sensation made him flinch a little, quickly realizing that the older guy was still clinging to him like that. That his previous catty outburst did not even make this guy wince and move away.
“I don’t wanna do this with you right now, Oh-chan,” he whined, wanting to sound nonchalant and failing. He cleared his throat and flipped his DS open, wanting nothing more than to get back to his game world and claim his easy dose of success and appreciation there.
“You never asked to come,” Ohno repeated stubbornly, though his voice did not really raise a notch. The older guy leaned more heavily on him and rested his head on his shoulder. “You just always joked about wanting to come.”
Nino thought about it, wanting to keep an objective view on things this time. And his fingers gradually lagged over the keys of his gaming console when he was finally hit with the truth.
The old man may be right. Nino may have said he wanted to come see his place, but did he really mean it? When Satoshi Ohno finally moved out of his parents’ house and got his own apartment a few years back, everybody had automatically assumed their Leader would invite him first over the other members. They were close enough as it was, surely he’d have to be the first one, right?
But no invitation ever came, not for him nor for the rest of the group. And in a way, he was kind of relieved, because he didn’t really know how to deal with Satoshi Ohno’s private life, much less be a part of it.
He’d always been content with the Satoshi Ohno he saw and interacted with during work and the occasional Arashi dinner dates and late night drinking and chatting while on tour.
For the longest time he had wanted to keep his view of Satoshi Ohno to the man he could bully, grope, and harass freely and in every which way without fearing for his life, his sanity, or his sexuality.
He felt like seeing their Leader in a private setting would give him a much deeper insight into the old man that he did not really need right now. Nor ever.
But he kept asking for it anyway, simply because it amused him to do so. Because he knew the old man would always just say “no”.
And because it had become like a sort of ritual for his birthday—
The older guy would ask, “What do you want?” and he would say, “I wanna see your place” and the older guy would say, “No” and things would somehow get from that point to him getting a couple of spiffy new games a week later.
It had always been fine that way. It had always been fun that way. Until J prattled on about finally seeing their Leader’s house a couple of months ago.
And no matter how hard he tried to deny it, the very idea of his Oh-chan taking another man to see his home, his private space, affected him in ways he had never expected, nor even thought possible about himself.
He had always been able to distance his feelings from his actions. Had always been able to look at himself objectively and easily quell any emotions that did not seem to fit easily into his norm.
But this man... this man had always had a way of messing things up inside his head. He didn’t think he had any right at all to feel jealous of J, but the ugly feeling consumed him anyway. He didn’t think coming to Leader’s place would do his already shaky objectivity any good, but damn! He had never wanted anything more in his life!
He never thought falling in-love with another man would do either of them any good, but he was thinking of finally opening his love-resistant heart and giving it a try... at the very least. Just... try—
“How is today any different?” he asked, staring sightlessly at his game character being dragon-fried a second time.
“This time, I want you to come.”
Those words made Nino’s heart smile. And he readily let this smile touch his lips.
“J will not like it,” he teased, placing his DS on the table with a dull thud.
“I doubt that,” Ohno replied. “That guy scolded me the whole night, telling me to take you home already.”
He chuckled lightly, not at all surprised at their bandmate’s perceptiveness. But he kept his head low, not wanting to look and lose himself in the intense gaze he knew was locked on him. Still feeling a fleeting sense of uncertainty about the whole deal—
“Why... now? What’s different about now?” A part of him yearned to start this moment over gone and just go through the usual routine. It was easier to deal with things that way...
He lost his train of resistant thoughts when he felt Ohno gently lacing his fingers through his. “You’re turning 30 in a few days, Nino. I thought, maybe... Maybe we could both finally be mature about this—”
A strange, intrusive noise suddenly stunned both of them to silence. A puff of air that went pfft and was gone so fast, they would never have noticed it if it hadn’t come from either one of them...
Nino finally raised his head to meet the older guy’s gaze, his face already warm with embarrassment.
“Nino-cha~n...” Ohno chortled, trying his best to hold back his laughter, his eyes crinkling from the effort.
“What? I’m not yet thirty! And I can fart and still be mature!” Nino quipped, quickly taking a defensive stance while trying to keep his own laughter in. “You were making me uneasy!”
Ohno’s poorly restrained chuckles settled into a smile. “It’s liberating, though, isn’t it?”
Nino raised a brow and huffed, “What the hell are you saying?”
“It’s okay to just let it all go, Nino,” Ohno said, patting their interlaced hands before lifting them close to his lips. “To just open yourself up and feel things...” The older guy placed a light kiss on their intertwined fingers. “I don’t mind if you fart while doing so, either.”
“Idiot!” Nino slapped the back of the guy’s head with his free hand and started laughing. Just letting out spurts of wanton delight without feeling like he had to hide his face while doing so.
It wasn’t long before Ohno was laughing along with him, their giggles interweaving harmoniously into the music of their shared feelings, their clasped hands clinging onto each other tighter. Their heartbeats finally settling into a mutual rhythm of anticipation and acceptance...
“Maybe, this could work out...” Nino said after they had both calmed down, loving the way his words reflected how he was really feeling inside.
Ohno turned his face gently by the chin and planted a fleeting kiss on his lips. “We’ll make it work out, Kazu...”
That night, Nino finally stepped into Satoshi Ohno’s house for the first time, farting silently in each room as a way of marking his territory.
On his birthday the following week, he finally moved into his new home.
~1992*4##111~
***Further inspired by Episode 4 of Nino-san where Nino talked about farting and how he used to do this at auditions to leave his mark. xD~<3 [credit to LS community]
