(arashi) there's a first time for everything; ohmiya

Their lips meet in an awkward fumble of limbs, Ohno unsurely clenching the material of Nino’s polo shirt between his fingers, Nino’s hands somewhere on his waist (or is it hips? He can’t tell anymore). Ohno has no idea what he’s doing, doesn’t really know because he just hasn’t–

Nino’s tongue is warm on his lips, and he takes a step back as Nino presses his body closer and closer until their hips lock together. Ohno takes a shaky breath, allowing Nino to slip his tongue far past his lips and tangle with his own.

“Do you– I–” Nino stumbles over his words as their lips break apart for a second. His forehead creases and he rests it against Ohno’s, trying once more. “If I…”

A grunt escapes Ohno’s throat, and he nudges Nino’s head back up with his own, kissing him again. “Whatever,” Ohno breathes between kisses, “Whatever is fine.”

Nino smiles against Ohno’s lips, trailing kisses down his jaw and neck and hands coming up to peal Ohno’s hands away from his own shirt, interlocking their fingers. It’s weird, Ohno thinks, but he can feel Nino’s pulse through his own hand, and it’s oh so distracting, and he finds his own heart beat speeding up to surpass it.

Pulling his fingers away again, Nino lets Ohno’s hands fall unceremoniously to his side, and then he takes Ohno’s top button between his right thumb and forefinger. He glances back up at Ohno, lips pursed in contemplation. Ohno opens his mouth but closes it again, half nodding and half shaking his head, ending it all off with a shrug of his shoulders.

Nino’s eyes fill with laughter, and he undoes every button slowly, teasingly, placing chaste kisses against Ohno’s lips in between. Ohno whimpers and hits him over the head when Nino steps back slightly, and Nino laughs, rests his head on Ohno’s shoulder and laughs some more.

He pulls himself together soon and slips the shirt down over Ohno’s shoulders. The cold air tickles at Ohno’s skin as the shirt hits the floor, and he can feel the tingle of goosebumps spreading across his arms. Nino quickly tugs his own shirt off, and wraps his arms tightly around Ohno.

He forgets all about the cold then, Ohno does, Nino’s own warmth flowing into him where their skin meets (anywhere and everywhere). Nino’s hands are low on his stomach when he kisses him again, slow and steady.

Nino’s hands reach the zip of Ohno’s jeans now, and Ohno jerks back, body freezing up subconsciously.

“No?” Nino says, hands retracted again.

Ohno shakes his head, “It’s just–” he pauses. Taking a deep breath, he rubs softly at his temple. “I-it’s fine,” he finishes, swallowing.

“You’re sure that–”

“Mm,” Ohno cuts him off with a kiss, but it’s getting really hard to ignore the shakiness he feels in his legs.

Nino frowns at his friend. “Sit,” he tells him, repeating it more firmly when Ohno just stares blankly back at him.

He drops to the floor, legs half crossed, and Nino joins him and mirrors the position.

“Now breathe,” Nino commands and rests his hands on Ohno’s thighs in front of him, and when Ohno’s eyes proceed to dart around the room rapidly, Nino cups Ohno’s cheeks in the palms of his hands. “Here.”

Ohno grimaces, “I’m sorry, I just– If we. If we do this, then things, they’ll… change. And the other’s, w-what will they say if…” he trails off, eyes cast downwards to avoid Nino’s gaze.

“We don’t have to say anything to them,” Nino offers, voice only showing the slightest inkling of impatience. “They don’t have to know. We can pretend like nothing–” Nino halts and bites his lip nervously. Has he gone too far, he wonders.

Ohno’s eyes snap back up as something akin to hurt flickers across his face, but it’s only there for a second before it’s gone again. “But it’s not nothing,” he mumbles. “Oh whatever.” Ohno sucks up his courage and leans forward as Nino’s hands break away, and kisses him again, busying his hands with the task of unzipping Nino’s jeans.

Nino blinks, surprised. “Eh? Is that– Are you okay with this?”

Ohno blatantly ignores his friend, and crawls forward more. He palms Nino through his boxers, and looks up, “Is this…?”

Nino’s eyes are squeezed shut, bottom lip completely clamped between his teeth as he stifles a moan. “You’re,” he forces out, “You’re fine.”

“Ah, okay,” Ohno nods, and kisses Nino, easing his lips apart again with his tongue. He pulls away for a second after a bit, laughing embarrassedly at the realisation that he’s practically straddling Nino by now, and that damn, his pants are also getting really uncomfortable.

“We could…” Nino gestures towards the bedroom, laughing when Ohno nods eagerly.

Ohno stands up, offering his hand out to Nino and hauling him up, dragging him into the bedroom. When they get there, Ohno sits perched on the edge of the bed for a second, then flops onto his back, arms outstretched. He just. He just has to think for a second, breathe for a second.

The bed dips beside him as Nino sits down and rests a hand, warm on Ohno’s stomach. Nino rolls over onto top of him, making sure not to put his entire weight down onto Ohno’s thighs, and tickles his sides. Something between a squeak and a snort tumbles from Ohno’s lips as he sits up abruptly. He adjusts his position so that Nino is comfortable in his lap, and then pecks him on the lips.

Nino nuzzles Ohno’s neck, ignoring Ohno’s yelp at how cold his nose is, and mutters, “You know, we don’t have to–”

“No!” Ohno immediately blushes as Nino looks up at him, hint of a smirk playing on his lips. “I-I want to, so get off me so I can finish undressing you,” he finishes determinedly, shoving Nino to the side and tugging at his jeans.

Nino laughs, “And what about you?” and Ohno stops halfway so Nino’s pants are sitting around the top of his calves, before looking up at him. Nino wriggles around a bit and shakes his jeans off, sitting up on his knees now, and then hooks a finger through one of the belt loops on Ohno’s jeans. “It’s okay this time, right?” he asks again to make sure, voice light and teasing, but only at a glance.

Ohno nods and lets Nino slides the material from his hips, boxers included. Nino’s fingers trail over the skin of Ohno’s thighs softly and he can’t help but laugh when Ohno shivers involuntarily. He tosses the clothes aside, shimmies out of his own boxers, and places hands on Ohno’s hips, pressing him back into the bed.

“Stop looking at me like that,” Ohno finally blurts out, brows knitted together.

Nino can feel his ears burning; the staring hadn’t been intentional, really, it was just– He doesn’t even know. He laughs sheepishly and scratches behind his ear, before grabbing for the lube and slipping one finger at first, then two into Ohno, paying strict attention so as to not hurt him.

And then he replaces his fingers and slides into him, slowly at first; he can see the pain splattered across Ohno’s face though he knows the other is trying to his hardest to hide it. He kisses the creases in Ohno’s forehead lightly, feeling them ease under his lips. “Just tell me when–”

“It’s fine,” Ohno mumbles, “It’s fine.” He repeats it over and over, lips still moving but sound no longer coming out.

After waiting for Ohno to start actually breathing again, Nino starts to move, pace gradually increasing.

“This is,” Ohno struggles to get the words out between pants, arms flung around Nino’s neck by now, “kind of strange.”

Nino doesn’t say anything, but lets the words mix themselves up in his head as he kisses Ohno, lips wet and eager. He thinks he must be doing something right when Ohno moans loudly, clamping his teeth down hard on Nino’s bottom lip, and nails half digging into Nino’s shoulder blades. Ohno tightens around him, and he gasps; it’s just enough to set him over the edge. Then he takes Ohno’s length in his hand, gives him one firm stroke, and he comes as well, eyes squeezed shut, as Nino collapses to the side, breath ragged.

He rolls over a minute later and gazes at Ohno, cheeks flushed and eyelids still closed. “Oi,” he prods him gently in the side, earning himself a grunt in return. “What did you mean by strange?”

Opening his eyes, Ohno turns to Nino and shrugs. “I don’t know. N-now get up and go clean yourself off!” he orders in mock annoyance.

Nino rolls his eyes, grabs (what’s available of) his clothes and makes his way to the door, when he notices a piece of paper that’s been slipped underneath. He stares at it quizzically. “About time,” Nino reads out loud as he picks it up, handing it over to Ohno.

“T-this is my mother’s handwriting,” Ohno mutters, heat rising in his face. “She…”

It dawns on Nino after a few seconds what the note means and he drops to the floor, laughing. “I–” he manages to chokes out, “Let’s just go somewhere nice next time,” and he’s not at all surprised when Ohno nods enthusiastically, face now completely red.