[Arashi] One For The Books
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neko_kirin3104Title: One For the Books
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Yama Pair (Ohno/Sho)
Prompt: 33 Books
Word Count: 1300
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor/Fluff
Summary: Where Sho-chan faints and Satoshi-kun is fooled into giving him a kiss.
Disclaimer: I own nobody. Purely fictional, of course. :3
Note I: Inspired by a prompt from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
je_prompts and part of the Arashi Ever After Collection.
Note II: for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jei_marie (Belated H. B. D! <333)
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There she lay and was so beautiful that he could not take his eyes off her. He bent over and gave her a kiss. When he touched her with the kiss, Little Brier-Rose opened her eyes, awoke, and looked at him kindly.
∞•∞•∞•∞•∞
It’s probably the scariest thing to see, an idol being lowered from the rafters, limp and seemingly dead.
But Sho Sakurai isn’t thinking about the particulars anymore. Not when he’s just a gasp and a heartbeat away from totally passing out, his sweaty hands gripping the wires tightly with every ounce of strength left in him so he doesn’t end up tipping forward and somersaulting against his will.
He no longer feels it when his feet finally touch the stage. He just sees the world spinning, tilting over and folding in on him in a dizzying patchwork of glaring lights and distorted faces.
A small part of his brain knows he’s lying flat on the floor now, though it feels pretty much like he’s floating, drifting away into the void.
He closes his eyes, surrenders himself to the overwhelming numbness, and hopes with everything he’s got that with this, the worst is finally over.
He can hear their fans screaming, all 70,000 or so of them crying out his name. Their voices ringing with panic and fear and a desperately implied appeal not to go into the light. Or so, that’s how it sounds to him at this point.
He can sense the other members fussing over him along with several of their Juniors and staff members, their closeness providing a protective wall around him that’s suffocating more than helping him. He’s only barely aware of a tug on his head as someone pulls his headset mic off, then again on his waist as someone else quickly frees him from the harness that has previously been the only thing keeping him from diving head first into the ground—
Someone loosens his clothing, tilts his head slightly, and it’s suddenly easier to breathe again. Someone else is pressing his wrist, checking his pulse probably, while all around him he can hear familiar voices talking, buzzing, droning on and on about something that sounds like gibberish to his barely-there consciousness.
He does catch a couple of words that sounds suspiciously like, “mouth” and “resuscitation” and “Leader”.
The rush of air into his body is a welcome relief that clicks his senses back to life. He’s still stuck in a nauseating haze that’s keeping him from opening his eyes and making full sense of his surroundings, but he’s gradually coming around. He knows he’s going to be fine. It’s just going to get better from here. It’s going to be—
“We’ll cover you. Come on, Oh-chan! Do it!” he hears Jun, or Nino, or Aiba say a moment before he hears a defeated groan and feels something warm and soft and wet pressing heavily, somewhat begrudgingly, against his lips. He almost misses the slender fingers pressing his nose tightly closed, until he is forced to part his lips and gasp into the oppressing warmth of the mouth clamped over his own.
Sho’s mind starts wheeling into hysterics. He’s already breathing, goddammit! He doesn’t need to be smothered with somebody else’s breath to unblock what has never been blocked, or give him air when he’s already got plenty to begin with!
What the hell! What the hell is this! What the—!
The lingering taste of the umeboshi rice balls he remembers seeing Satoshi Ohno stuff into his mouth prior to starting this set floods his taste buds and snaps his lead-heavy eyelids open with a shriek, his whole body jolting from the ghastly realization.
He instinctively slaps a hand on Satoshi’s shoulder, startling the man back from a seeming trance.
Satoshi lets go of Sho’s nose, reels back with a horrified gasp and lands with a dull thud on his butt, much to their protective human wall’s amusement.
Sho pushes himself up from the floor and instantly bristles at the smattering of snickers all around him, only slightly louder than the collectively worried and confused whispers from the larger crowd beyond the stage.
“Dammit, Satoshi!” He presses the back of his hand to his lips as his face burns and twists in a look of disgust that perfectly contradicts the enraptured heat cruising through his nerves, gripping at his frenzied heart and making his cock and balls strain uncomfortably against his shiny tight pants.
Satoshi, his face flushed in the deepest shade of embarrassment, eyes and mouth wide with alarm, begins to stutter, “But they told me to—! I was just helping out! THEY TOLD ME YOU COULD DIE IF I DIDN’T DO IT!”
“We told you it wasn’t necessary anymore, Ohno-kun,” one of the paramedics still crouched beside Sho says calmly, his eyes clearly saying he isn’t entirely innocent either. The snickering from the other members and the equally cheeky Juniors wedged in-between them just gets louder in response.
What the hell?! Sho screams in his mind again at the same moment that Satoshi narrows his eyes at the poker-faced paramedic and exclaims, “No you didn’t!”
Sho feels his brows crossing in annoyance, the blissful feelings in his nerves slowly fading away. He’s just fainted while hanging in a harness, for god’s sake! Right in the middle of a freakin’ live concert! Probably traumatizing their fans more than he’s traumatized himself! And all these guys can think about is playing Cupid and setting him up for a catastrophe even worse than keeling over in the air.
The paramedic shrugs and insists on his case one more time before standing up and offering a hand to help Sho to his feet. The proud and upset Sho, however, waves his hand no and attempts to stand on his own, only to topple forward into the pair of arms that readily opens up and catches him.
And there must be something in that rice ball that Satoshi ate earlier that’s now making Sho more aware of the other man’s presence. Of the strong hands gripping his arms and pulling him upright. Of the way their gazes meet and lock and wrap both of them in a vacuous space where there’s just him and Satoshi, and every other sniggering, gasping, shrieking, and cheering person inside the National Stadium are nothing more than insignificant backdrops to that one perfect moment that seems to be re-defining the rest of their lives.
Of course, it can’t be because their mouths have just been fastened together a couple of minutes ago, transferring and exchanging breaths, spit and a wayfaring part of their souls.
No, it can’t seriously be THAT!
Sho pulls himself together soon enough to feel Satoshi’s warm breath coasting through his face, notice the way the older man is looking into his eyes as though seeing him, really seeing him, for the first time, before he weakly, reluctantly pulls away.
He knows he has to explain himself to their fans as soon as possible, alleviate their worries somehow by showing them and reassuring them that he’s all right. It was just a dizzy spell. Probably from fatigue. Probably from his fear of heights finally taking its toll on him. Probably because he’s just too old to be flying so high (there’s a joke in there he plans to pull off somehow). Probably...
Probably...
“I kind of liked kissing you, too, Sho-chan.”
Satoshi’s whispered words breeze into his ear before he can even signal for the spotlight to be aimed at him.
The handheld mic slips from his hand as the heat still leisurely cruising through his nerves suddenly flares up.
He gulps as his world starts spinning again, tipping him off balance for the second time that night.
And as his enraptured soul floats away from his body and he crumples in an unconscious heap on stage, he suddenly feels like he’s never too old to be soaring so high, after all.
Though, he probably shouldn’t make a habit of doing it in front of 70,000 people.
<3
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Yama Pair (Ohno/Sho)
Prompt: 33 Books
Word Count: 1300
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor/Fluff
Summary: Where Sho-chan faints and Satoshi-kun is fooled into giving him a kiss.
Disclaimer: I own nobody. Purely fictional, of course. :3
Note I: Inspired by a prompt from
je_prompts and part of the Arashi Ever After Collection. Note II: for
jei_marie (Belated H. B. D! <333)∞•∞•∞•∞•∞
There she lay and was so beautiful that he could not take his eyes off her. He bent over and gave her a kiss. When he touched her with the kiss, Little Brier-Rose opened her eyes, awoke, and looked at him kindly.
—Little Brier Rose (Sleeping Beauty) by the Brothers Grimm
∞•∞•∞•∞•∞
It’s probably the scariest thing to see, an idol being lowered from the rafters, limp and seemingly dead.
But Sho Sakurai isn’t thinking about the particulars anymore. Not when he’s just a gasp and a heartbeat away from totally passing out, his sweaty hands gripping the wires tightly with every ounce of strength left in him so he doesn’t end up tipping forward and somersaulting against his will.
He no longer feels it when his feet finally touch the stage. He just sees the world spinning, tilting over and folding in on him in a dizzying patchwork of glaring lights and distorted faces.
A small part of his brain knows he’s lying flat on the floor now, though it feels pretty much like he’s floating, drifting away into the void.
He closes his eyes, surrenders himself to the overwhelming numbness, and hopes with everything he’s got that with this, the worst is finally over.
He can hear their fans screaming, all 70,000 or so of them crying out his name. Their voices ringing with panic and fear and a desperately implied appeal not to go into the light. Or so, that’s how it sounds to him at this point.
He can sense the other members fussing over him along with several of their Juniors and staff members, their closeness providing a protective wall around him that’s suffocating more than helping him. He’s only barely aware of a tug on his head as someone pulls his headset mic off, then again on his waist as someone else quickly frees him from the harness that has previously been the only thing keeping him from diving head first into the ground—
Someone loosens his clothing, tilts his head slightly, and it’s suddenly easier to breathe again. Someone else is pressing his wrist, checking his pulse probably, while all around him he can hear familiar voices talking, buzzing, droning on and on about something that sounds like gibberish to his barely-there consciousness.
He does catch a couple of words that sounds suspiciously like, “mouth” and “resuscitation” and “Leader”.
The rush of air into his body is a welcome relief that clicks his senses back to life. He’s still stuck in a nauseating haze that’s keeping him from opening his eyes and making full sense of his surroundings, but he’s gradually coming around. He knows he’s going to be fine. It’s just going to get better from here. It’s going to be—
“We’ll cover you. Come on, Oh-chan! Do it!” he hears Jun, or Nino, or Aiba say a moment before he hears a defeated groan and feels something warm and soft and wet pressing heavily, somewhat begrudgingly, against his lips. He almost misses the slender fingers pressing his nose tightly closed, until he is forced to part his lips and gasp into the oppressing warmth of the mouth clamped over his own.
Sho’s mind starts wheeling into hysterics. He’s already breathing, goddammit! He doesn’t need to be smothered with somebody else’s breath to unblock what has never been blocked, or give him air when he’s already got plenty to begin with!
What the hell! What the hell is this! What the—!
The lingering taste of the umeboshi rice balls he remembers seeing Satoshi Ohno stuff into his mouth prior to starting this set floods his taste buds and snaps his lead-heavy eyelids open with a shriek, his whole body jolting from the ghastly realization.
He instinctively slaps a hand on Satoshi’s shoulder, startling the man back from a seeming trance.
Satoshi lets go of Sho’s nose, reels back with a horrified gasp and lands with a dull thud on his butt, much to their protective human wall’s amusement.
Sho pushes himself up from the floor and instantly bristles at the smattering of snickers all around him, only slightly louder than the collectively worried and confused whispers from the larger crowd beyond the stage.
“Dammit, Satoshi!” He presses the back of his hand to his lips as his face burns and twists in a look of disgust that perfectly contradicts the enraptured heat cruising through his nerves, gripping at his frenzied heart and making his cock and balls strain uncomfortably against his shiny tight pants.
Satoshi, his face flushed in the deepest shade of embarrassment, eyes and mouth wide with alarm, begins to stutter, “But they told me to—! I was just helping out! THEY TOLD ME YOU COULD DIE IF I DIDN’T DO IT!”
“We told you it wasn’t necessary anymore, Ohno-kun,” one of the paramedics still crouched beside Sho says calmly, his eyes clearly saying he isn’t entirely innocent either. The snickering from the other members and the equally cheeky Juniors wedged in-between them just gets louder in response.
What the hell?! Sho screams in his mind again at the same moment that Satoshi narrows his eyes at the poker-faced paramedic and exclaims, “No you didn’t!”
Sho feels his brows crossing in annoyance, the blissful feelings in his nerves slowly fading away. He’s just fainted while hanging in a harness, for god’s sake! Right in the middle of a freakin’ live concert! Probably traumatizing their fans more than he’s traumatized himself! And all these guys can think about is playing Cupid and setting him up for a catastrophe even worse than keeling over in the air.
The paramedic shrugs and insists on his case one more time before standing up and offering a hand to help Sho to his feet. The proud and upset Sho, however, waves his hand no and attempts to stand on his own, only to topple forward into the pair of arms that readily opens up and catches him.
And there must be something in that rice ball that Satoshi ate earlier that’s now making Sho more aware of the other man’s presence. Of the strong hands gripping his arms and pulling him upright. Of the way their gazes meet and lock and wrap both of them in a vacuous space where there’s just him and Satoshi, and every other sniggering, gasping, shrieking, and cheering person inside the National Stadium are nothing more than insignificant backdrops to that one perfect moment that seems to be re-defining the rest of their lives.
Of course, it can’t be because their mouths have just been fastened together a couple of minutes ago, transferring and exchanging breaths, spit and a wayfaring part of their souls.
No, it can’t seriously be THAT!
Sho pulls himself together soon enough to feel Satoshi’s warm breath coasting through his face, notice the way the older man is looking into his eyes as though seeing him, really seeing him, for the first time, before he weakly, reluctantly pulls away.
He knows he has to explain himself to their fans as soon as possible, alleviate their worries somehow by showing them and reassuring them that he’s all right. It was just a dizzy spell. Probably from fatigue. Probably from his fear of heights finally taking its toll on him. Probably because he’s just too old to be flying so high (there’s a joke in there he plans to pull off somehow). Probably...
Probably...
“I kind of liked kissing you, too, Sho-chan.”
Satoshi’s whispered words breeze into his ear before he can even signal for the spotlight to be aimed at him.
The handheld mic slips from his hand as the heat still leisurely cruising through his nerves suddenly flares up.
He gulps as his world starts spinning again, tipping him off balance for the second time that night.
And as his enraptured soul floats away from his body and he crumples in an unconscious heap on stage, he suddenly feels like he’s never too old to be soaring so high, after all.
Though, he probably shouldn’t make a habit of doing it in front of 70,000 people.
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<3
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Date: 2013-11-17 08:12 am (UTC)Even the paramedics know how to tease Yama..
Can I broadcast how much I lov u right now!?
Thank you so much!!
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Date: 2014-02-07 11:01 pm (UTC)Thank you very much for reading and sharing your thoughts on this fic~! <333
I would probably faint myself if this were to happen in rl, and right in front of me //squeals//
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Date: 2013-11-17 09:14 am (UTC)Though I don't want to see any member fainting on stage, I would love to see yama kissing on stage, just to see Sho's reaction because ughhh (；▽；)♥
Love the way kaze trio and even that paramedic staff set O up to kiss Sho. Fufufu O is so cute (o´艸`)
Thank you!
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Date: 2014-02-08 12:36 am (UTC)Thank you very much for reading and sharing your thoughts on this fic~! <333
And yay for yama kissing on stage! That would so complete my life, too. XD ~<3
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Date: 2013-11-17 09:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-08 12:59 am (UTC)Thank you very much for reading and sharing your thoughts on this fic~! <333
It will make me squeal for a whole day, too, if this were to happen in rl. XD ~<3
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Date: 2014-02-08 01:05 am (UTC)Thank you very much for reading and sharing your thoughts on this fic~! <333
They'll come eventually ne~ Let's both keep spreading the Yama love. //hugs Ayumi-chan// <333
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Date: 2013-11-20 05:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-02-08 01:06 am (UTC)Thank you very much for reading and sharing your thoughts on this fic~! <333
Ureshii~! Ganbare on your school activities~! ^___^<3
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Date: 2013-11-25 07:27 am (UTC)Love this part:
Satoshi, his face flushed in the deepest shade of embarrassment, eyes and mouth wide with alarm, begins to stutter, “But they told me to—! I was just helping out! THEY TOLD ME YOU COULD DIE IF I DIDN’T DO IT!”
“We told you it wasn’t necessary anymore, Ohno-kun,” one of the paramedics still crouched beside Sho says calmly, his eyes clearly saying he isn’t entirely innocent either. The snickering from the other members and the equally cheeky Juniors wedged in-between them just gets louder in response.
What the hell?! Sho screams in his mind again at the same moment that Satoshi narrows his eyes at the poker-faced paramedic and exclaims, “No you didn’t!”
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Date: 2014-02-08 01:09 am (UTC)Thank you very much for reading and sharing your thoughts on this fic~! <333
LOL~! I'm so glad that part has served its purpose well. XD ~<3
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Date: 2013-12-22 12:41 am (UTC)thank you <3
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Date: 2014-02-08 01:10 am (UTC)Thank you very much for reading and sharing your thoughts on this fic, Laora-chan~! ^__^<3
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Date: 2016-08-06 02:03 pm (UTC)Lurve it~~~💙❤