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littlebadleiTitle: Stitches
Series: Faded (2/3)
Pairing: Ohmiya
Raiting/Genre: R, romance, angst......
Dislcaimer: Sadly I do not own this married couple, but ohno does own nino as well as nino does own ohno.
Summary: A lot of things can happen in one year. Things that Nino aren’t sure he wants to know nor is he sure he could face them. After all, he was the one who run away.
note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the handsome bastard that always manages to kill me with everything and to my lovely twinnie Roro, the little brat, as we both are xD i hope you guys had amazing day!! love you <3 think of this as your bday present <3 xD
Anyways, soo... I'm really sorry that this update comes soo late! I got a job for the last 8 months and I was traveling around germany and france.. i've been home about 2 weeks now xD so yeah I was trying to hurry this out since I didn't send anything to my little brat so I had to do something.... so here we are :D Here are links for the songs that I used to make this fic: Faded & Stitches. Please do listen them! they are pretty!
Piimy, my second amazing mom, thank you for betaing this <3
enjoy :3
One month.
He got one month.
The management had quite quickly approved the idea and the dancers, much to Nino’s fear, and had then moved to decide the day and place. It didn’t take long before everything sorted out and approved by everyone.
Nino though couldn’t promise to know what had been discussed after the male dancer’s name had been announced. It felt like something had blocked his ears and didn’t let any external noise in his head. His brain had started to over work. Thoughts, questions and screams jumped, bounced and flashed through his head like accelerated movie. His mind was literally in chaos, and Nino didn’t know how to stop it.
His head snapped to stop when he felt a warm hand pressing softly on his shoulder. Snapping his head up, he could see Takahiro looking down at him in a frown.
“Nino, are you okay?” His manager asked quietly. “Did you hear what I said?”
Gulping down, what felt like a rock from his throat, Nino managed to nod.
Takahiro’s expression didn’t change.
Sighing, Nino willed his face to relax. This was not the time to panic.
“I’m okay” Nino whispered. He didn’t trust his voice to be firm enough to talk normally.
Only a fine eyebrow drew up on his manager’s face.
“I’m okay, okay” Nino voiced out, fixing a pout on his face. “And sorry ojisan, I don’t always listen to your blabbering.” He said in a sad tone, not to mention the hidden sarcasm.
Finally, his manager released a sigh while shaking his head.
“Sometimes I don’t get you” Takahiro muttered, which Nino drastically ignored.
“Anyway, I was saying that we could go now. Some of the guys asked if we were interested to go to eat something together, are you interested or would you like to go home?” Takahiro continued in normal tone, while looking at the tired idol.
“No, I would like to go home.” Nino said before he even managed to think about it.
“I thought so.” Takahiro answered and made his way to grab the used coffee cup.
“Then would you get your lazy ass up so we could go to your desired destination?” Takahiro commanded as he turned around and started to walk towards the door, not even glancing back to check if he even made the other man follow him.
He liked how they sometimes can just talk with small jokes. It was relaxing.
He couldn’t help but smile, all troubles forgotten for now.
Nino was so lucky to have Takahiro as his manager.
-
But when Nino finally got home, the thoughts jumped up front.
There was nothing enough to distract him, no energy to even try to fight against them.
With the least bits of energy he had, Nino walked to his bedroom and let himself fall on his bed.
And then, the cold darkness swallowed him inside with all those screaming thoughts, jumping around his head.
Burying his face in his pillow, Nino screamed until there was no sound coming out of his throat, and the tears flowed till his eyes got dry.
So,
One month
One
Month
4 weeks
30 days
730 hours.
It was all the time Nino had to prepare himself.
It was a lot, but was too little at the same time.
He doesn’t know how he should prepare himself to meet the other man. It has been a year after all.
A full year.
A lot of things can happen in one year. Things that Nino aren’t sure he wants to know nor is he sure he could face them. After all, he was the one who run away.
Is he going to be ready to see how the other man had moved on from him? To see how the other man is happy with someone else? To be able to talk to the man without breaking down to tears right in front of him, show him how he actually hadn't moved on, and how broken he really was deep down inside of him?
Nino doesn’t know.
But he needs to try. There is no other way, in the end.
Nino needs to be able to meet Ohno without breaking down.
He has to.
-
The one month goes too quickly for Nino’s liking.
The recordings are done in one week after the meeting, so there is no reason to keep his head filled with notes, lyrics and times when he needs to be there and when he gets to go home.
Now he has a bit of time between some small interviews and photoshoots, where people are trying to know more about him and to get some information of the new single, and if there is an album coming someday soon.
And it’s not enough. It’s not enough to occupy Nino’s head from the thoughts of the meeting in the near future. There is too much space for those thoughts to come through to the front. And when the people ask questions of where did he get the inspiration for the songs, how important they are to him, and what do they mean to him... he can’t keep the memories away. No matter how much he tries to fight against them, they break through.
Especially when he’s sleeping.
Nino dreams of the time he was with the older man. How they met, the time before dating, when they started to date. When the first kiss comes, he jerks awake, breathing hard and sweat clinging to his skin. The tears starts to fall down without him even noticing, and the shuddering shakes the whole bed.
And the memories continue to go forward in every night. Like a never ending dream, even though Nino knows that it will end soon. The end is nearing but so is Nino’s strength. He hasn’t slept much. He keeps waking up every once in a while when the memories get too vivid and too painful to bear.
He has to use eye drops constantly to keep his eyes moist, because he cries every night. He has to hide the dark eye bags with heavy make-up, so he wouldn’t look like a zombie in front of people. He has trouble remembering to eat because he’s too tired to even try.
He’s so tired.
And the month is almost gone by.
Nino definitely isn’t ready.
But the time won’t stop ticking forward.
-
On the morning of shooting the music videos, Nino is ushered to the make up room, as soon as he arrives to the set. He hasn't seen anyone else other than the hair and make up team, not that he minded. His manager had disappeared the moment he was forced to sit on the chair.
When his make up is finally done and his hair is in tip top shape, he's moved to his dressing room and asked to change his clothes.
Without complains he does as he's ordered. Too afraid to even think what these staff members would do to him if he didn't.
When he steps out of the room, he's guided towards the set while being informed of all the things they are going to be doing today. The talk goes in from his ear on goes out from the other, too tired to even try to concentrate and he slightly feels bad about it. The staff strolls Nino around the studio before he’s brought to the corner of the studio to sit down on and relax for a while.
He has half an hour left before they start the shooting.
Nino manages to nod to the staff before the person strolls away.
Taking a deep breath, he conjured up his Nintendo DS and started to play the latest game he had managed to buy from the closest game store near his home last night. He has been too tired to even play video games in the past week. And that was enough to ring a bell in Nino’s head that this wasn’t good.
Now he just hoped that the game was good enough to distract him from checking out every corner of the building and every person that was moving around him. He could sleep too, but Nino wasn’t going to take the risk. He couldn’t be sure he could keep the tears away if the memories came, which he was pretty sure they would. After all, Nino doesn’t like to cry in front of people.
With a sigh, he started his last hope to forget that he’s going to meet that certain person.
Person, he definitely wasn’t ready to meet.
-
When the half hour was up, one of the staff members comes to him and asks him to follow her so they could start the shooting.
The moment he put down the DS and didn't have to think about difficult strategies for the game, that was thankfully difficult enough to stop his mind drifting to other things, his mind went back to those dreams that has kept him awake on nights and tired at days, to the thought that soon, he would meet the other man.
Nino could already tell that the older man had already arrived to the set and was somewhere inside the studio. He knew the man was here. He could feel him.
Damn it.
He's knees were shaking.
But when he was guided to a dark blue room, where they were shooting at first and saw the beautiful piano in the middle of the room, his mind went blank.
The piano was dark brown and it was set on a small platform that had been placed in the middle of the room. There was black and slightly dark blue fabrics attached to the corners and all around the room, making the set look magical and extremely beautiful.
Nino moved forward, hand already stretched forward. It felt like he was in trance.
The moment his fingers touched the corner of the piano, he let out a breath he hand’t realized he had been holding. Nino walked around the piano slowly, enjoying the look and the feel of it as he lightly traced the piano's lines with his fingers.
He's always loved pianos. Ever since he was a kid and saw a man playing one so beautifully that he was enchanted by it. Ever since then, Nino had played piano alone in school when everyone else had already gone back home. He had studied music alone when he had time. Borrowing books from the library and reading them mostly at nights when his mother thought he was already sleeping. He had practiced and played on the school pianos, until junior high, he had finally felt satisfied enough to think that he was able to play the song the same way he remembered the man had played the piano that time.
After that he had played on the piano just for fun and enjoying the beautiful sound of it. Until someone had accidentally heard of him play and soon after that he was forced to join the music club.
Nino sat on the seat next of the piano and opened the cover. The keys shined in the light, making the piano look even more breathtaking.
Taking a slow breath, Nino lowered his fingers on top of the keys. Just touching them lightly, not letting their weight push down the keys.
Nino closed his eyes.
He could feel the camera been focused on him, waiting for him to start.
He took a deep breath in.
He could feel all the people inside the room, hardly breathing, expecting and just waiting for him to make a move.
He could feel it all.
He breathed out.
He pressed his fingers down and started to play.
Nino sang as he let his feelings go through the locked doors of his heart and fly out with the music.
He had opened his eyes but he couldn't see the set, couldn't see the people around him, couldn't see anything.
All he was able to do was feel how his soul screamed the words out, wanting to let them out and show that this, this is how he feels inside his heart.
That this, this is who he is.
This is the pain he has felt ever since he left those warm arms. Ever since he had started to doubt everything around him. Ever since everything started to fall apart.
As he lowered the sound of the piano and heard Sakurai start to sing, Nino was able to get his mind back to the moment he was in. To the moment where he had already made the decision. The moment where he had already given up. Where he had let go.
Nino could feel those burning eyes on him. Those eyes that he has tried so hard to avoid and not to think of.
Those eyes that he has loved from the very first moment he saw them. Those eyes that felt like they could swallow him inside. Eyes that had made him feel warm all over his body by just one look. Those eyes that he could look at forever and never get enough of.
Nino could feel them, but he couldn't make himself to look back at those eyes.
Instead he let the last lock break down and let his feelings flow out through his voice.
Those feelings, he had felt when they had been together.
Feelings just before he left their life behind.
There weren’t enough words to describe his feelings in one song, but they were in his voice. The feelings that he has kept inside, all the way up until now.
Nino hoped that that the certain man, would be able to understand the meaning behind this song but on the other hand he hoped that he wouldn't.
He could feel the tear run down his cheek.
Nino pressed the last key down and let the last notes fly away. There was a brief silence, that his heart shared, feeling empty after all the secrets he had held in had been allowed to go out, before there was a loud shout of “cut” and then the room was filled with roaring applauses.
Nino quickly wiped the tear that had unexpectedly run down his cheek. Ah~, how frustrating. He wasn’t able to keep them away in the end.
Nino never liked to show his feelings to people when he was sad and he always tried his hardest not show them on his face. He has mastered the act of keeping it in already, but it seemed like he wasn't able to keep it this time.
After all Nino had sang the song straight from his heart. He hand’t been able hide them this time, they had just broken through without any trouble. He felt uncomfortable. Especially when the questioned man was in the same room. And the man, that has seen him cry. The only man, that he had allowed himself and felt safe to cry with.
He was brought back from his thoughts when one of the staff members gave him a tissue with pity in her eyes and her smile. He didn't like pity. No, he hated it. He didn't need it. He deserved this pain.
He chose it.
With a stiff nod of thanks, Nino took the tissue and wiped the left over wetness and let the make up artist come back to fix his make up.
As the artist was doing his work, Nino was finally able to feel that stare. He could feel that someone was looking at him. Of course most of the people around him were looking at him but this, this was different from them. This brought chills down his spine. And there has been only one person in this whole world who has been able to do that to him.
Ohno Satoshi.
Nino could swear that the older man was staring at him. But he wasn’t going to check it out and confirm it. Oh no, he’s not ready for that.
As the makeup artist took a step back, the director asked Nino to play once again from the beginning so they could tape from different angles and take some close ups.
Nino tried his best to push back all the thoughts from his head so he could concentrate on playing. All his thoughts of the other man and this man’s stare. He needed his concentration to be able to play well. And Nino wasn’t one who would like to disappoint his fans by bad music.
With that decision he took a long breath in, cleared his head, and started to play.
-
They all worked hard, especially Nino, he gave his all and let his feelings be shown through the music, until the director yelled out “lunch break”. People started to move out towards to the food that had been brought to the set.
Nino stayed on the seat, seemingly with no intention to get up, watching the piano keys soundlessly.
“Ninomiya-san” Sakurai asked as he was stepping out of the set, “Are you coming to eat something?”
Nino kept looking at the keys while thinking before he answered lightly, still on his own thoughts, “mm, nah, I'll stay here for a while. You guys can go ahead.”
Sakurai frowned a bit before nodding and going out towards the display of food.
Nino waited until Sakurai’s steps faded away till there was only silence left around him.
Nino let his hands ghost above the keys as his mind swirled around the clouds inside his head. Everything was a mess. The emotions that came out with the songs were still so strong that it was too hard to ignore. He wasn’t sure what he was doing. Was he trying to fight against the tears that were close to surface? Was he trying to hide them inside the box and lock it in? Or was he trying to get it out and sort it out somehow? Nino didn’t know. Everything was so confusing now.
His heart was still beating fast, making his chest hurt. He isn’t sure if it’s because he's so happy to see the man he loves with his whole heart once again or is it because Nino/he’s seeing him here because someone else asked him to come and work hard with other people. To see that he really has moved on and let the past be just past. The past where he belonged.
A sound of the piano brought him back to look at the keys. His fingers were pressing the keys down. Nino pulled the fingers up, but the rush of feelings of the need to play was sudden and over powering that he couldn’t help but start to play on the other songs that he had written. Had started to write month after his decision to leave. The song that he had finally finished a couple days, before he had handed it to his manager as a song for his new album. A song of his feelings that were swirling inside of him for the past year.
-
The memories started to play on his mind like a movie.
The first time they met. The first time they went to a date. The first wary touch of the other’s hand.
Their first kiss.
The first taste of that sinful mouth. The first taste of that sunburned skin. First taste of the mind blowing sex.
The way the older man had charmed and lured him into his arms, into his home, into his bed. Into his own fucking life. And how he had easily given up and just gone with the flow.
Walked into the relationship that was full of happiness and warmth.
But sometimes, that happiness doesn’t stay long.
The memories of their first petty fights over stupid things. The times of them acting like fucking losers.
The time, when everything started to fall apart.
Now After's/anth calm down, After's/anth just breathe,
Take a break and get some sleep.
But tell me how can I sleep
When you're the woman of my dreams!
His heart was crying from the heartbreak. His whole body was screaming from the pain he was feeling. Screaming to get some rest.
He could see the man in front of his eyes, could see his dark brown eyes, and his beautiful smile. He could see the man that he left him behind so he could pursue the happiness he deserves.
The man he loved, still loves.
-
A loud clapping brought Nino back to earth to find people flooding back to the room. He had no idea when the people had came to the room. He didn’t even get out of his thoughts, when Sakurai-san had sang his rap part.
His sight was blurry to see anything clearly. His cheeks were once again wet from the tears that he had started to shed.
He has been crying so much in this whole day, actually in the whole month. No, wait. In a whole year actually. And that’s something he’s not proud of.
He hates crying. Hates it.
He fucking hates it.
But he just couldn’t keep them in anymore. He just didn’t have any power to keep them in.
Maybe because the raw feelings are so close to the surface. Because the songs are about him, all of his thoughts and feelings from the past year. Of his life that he left behind, the life that he misses every damn second but can’t let it out. He just can’t go to someone and pour it out even if he felt like it.
The only way for him to pour it out was to write it down and sing it.
And now, even the deepest feelings of his were out, and the person that he’s singing about is close to him, hearing them right from him.
The same staff member brought the tissue box again, though Nino didn’t even look up, not wanting to see the pity once again. He drew couple of the tissues, so he could wipe away his sadness and place on the mask of a normal person.
A mask of a brat who says he doesn’t really care about love matters. A person who just has a great voice to sing all these heartbreaking love songs, without telling where they are coming from.
“I’m sorry Ninomiya-san, but you sang so beautifully and with so much honesty that I’m sure no one has seen before.” the director spoke, finally killing the silence that had took over after the clapping had stopped.
“Even your manager here,” Nino could see the director point at Takahiro who was looking at him, his mouth and his eyes wildly open, while tears seemed to stream down on his cheeks. “He seems to be pretty surprised of your singing this time.” the director Yamamoto finished.
“So, if he was this surprised, it’s not normal to see you like this and I thought that people, your fans, would love to see this. To see your feelings as you sing them.” The man continued to speak as he moved forward from the tv screens. “So I hope that you don’t mind that I did film you.”
“No” Nino breathed, his voice raspy. “Why would I? I appreciate your way of thinking of what and how we should film this. I believe with all my heart that the music video is going to be amazing.” Nino looked up and fixed a small smile on his face.
“Well, I’m flattered and happy to hear that” the director beamed, definitely happy about his words. “So, to finish the filming and get the most perfect shots, is it okay if we could take couple more shoots again of this song? So we could get the different angles and the sights.”
“Of course” Nino nodded and held his head higher as the make up artist came back to fix his make up.
“Great, let’s continue then!” The director cheered, and people rushed to their spots.
-
Once they finally finished their filming and everything was packed, the whole group moved to a small bar to celebrate finishing of the music videos and the hard work been done. It was time to let them loosen some of that tightness from their muscles.
It had been a rough day for Nino. Emotionally and physically.
Nino never was a guy who loved to work out or even move his body if it wasn’t needed. So dancing with full power for two hours wasn’t exactly easy. His body was screaming for rest and dreaming about his bed.
Also, his head was a mess, not to mention his heart. Spending more than 5 hours with the person you’ve been trying to avoid for a year is really exhausting. Needless to say that he could feel the eyes following his every step the whole time. Or that his body would love to get closer to that person, to feel the heat and those strong arms around his body once again but his mind screaming otherwise. Screaming and commanding him to run away and hide. Reminding him of the decisions and choices he has done for both of them.
It’s tiring.
And all Nino wanted, was to go home and forget everything for a while.
But no.
His lovely but surprisingly devilish manager decided, against his desires, that Nino needed to follow everyone to the club. That he needed some fresh air instead of his apartments suffocating air, to meet and talk with people instead of his video games, and to lose some tension from his shoulders.
The last one, Nino couldn’t disagree though. He should try to loosen up a bit.
Maybe a couple drinks wouldn’t be so bad of an idea, Nino thought as they finally arrived outside of the club.
-
It didn’t take long for Nino to be totally wasted.
He had decided to take only a couple beers and then head home, but that plan had gone down quickly. The night had changed to more beers and for some shots. People kept buying him drinks one after another, without giving him any time to decline. Some guys were even flirting with him and he wasn’t even trying to stop them.
He was far too gone to even try to use his brain. His brain was fogged with beer and tequila shots.
Nino felt hot, excited, needy and amazing. He was floating in a warm cloud.
There were hands close to his hips, on his back, sometimes he could feel touches on his butt, but they never lingered there long. There were warm and lusty eyes around him and warm bodies surrounding his.
One of the guys, who looked quite handsome, had managed to catch his hand and dragged him to dance floor, all the way to the darkest part of it. The music was playing loudly and the guy’s hands were on Nino’s hips, keeping him close and helping him dance. It became more and more heated every passing second, their bodies getting closer and closer, hips now touching each others, their mouths next to others cheek. Nino could feel there was a new person behind him, whose hands were roaming on his back, on his sides and moving to his chest. He could feel the man’s heavy breathing on the back of his neck.
Next, there was wet spots on his neck, a hand under his shirt touching his chest close to his nipples, other hand on his butt while one hip was pressed from the front to his own and other was pressed to his back, next to the hand, making him feel the two big hard cocks on him. It made Nino feel light headed.
The cocks kept rubbing on him and making him go hard inside his own pants. The hand under his shirt had found one of his nipples pinching it and pulling it once in a while, as the other hand had dipped inside his jeans and decided to massage his butt cheek, the fingers close to touch his hole.
Nino could feel the sweat running down his neck before the man behind him was lapping at it with a moan, his hips doing circles and making Nino arch his back, wanting to feel more. The man in front of him made a small noise of disagreement but moved forward to attach his lips to Nino’s chin. Nino could feel the hand on his butt moving away, which made him moan not wanting it to leave, as it moved away towards the guy behind him but it soon changed to delight as he felt another hand behind his head moving it closer to the front guy’s face until his lips were captured and the moans dying, giving it to the wet slick sounds.
It was heated.
Nino didn’t care where he was as the two people were devouring him, and he fucking didn’t care who would see it happening. He felt hot, wanted and definitely feel good. And he was ready to get pounded by these two random guys cause fuck, it felt so damn good.
Nino was already shaking when he felt one of the hands close to his jeans buttons. His mouth was released from the hot heat, some of the spittle was dropping down on his chin but he didn’t care.
“Yes, yes please” Nino moaned needily. “get them down, quickly”
The guy in front of him was growling with the need next to his neck, biting and sucking, while the guy behind him gave a chuckle, that was so low that the sound was enough to make Nino moan with need.
The zipper was just brought down, when he felt the first touch of one of the warm hot hands on his cock and it made him shout that was cut by the guy behind him capturing his chin and pulling his lips against his. Nino’s tongue fought with the other as his jeans were loosened enough to get a hand back to his ass and touch the twitching hole.
The fingers were grazing at the hole and just about to push in, when it was suddenly taken away and the heat behind him was gone. Before he could even let out a sound of protest, the person in front of him was drawn away from him too. Not long after that a hand swooped around his hips, pushing him against of a warm and firm chest. There were also fingers that were trying to close his pants quickly as he was pushed forward, away from the dance floor.
Nino was trying to fight back, wanting to stay there and get those four hands and two cocks to get all over him and maybe get even a taste of them, but it was useless. The person was too strong for him and he was too drunk to have a decent fight.
Giving up, Nino just flopped his head on the person’s shoulder, moving his nose close to the clothes. Breathing in the sweet tasty smell of the man that was dragging him. Nino moved his nose closer to the man’s neck wanting to breath more of the smell, before letting out a sigh and going limp.
The other man didn’t seem to mind even though he had most of Nino’s weight on him.
Nino stirred a bit when a cold air from outside hit him, making him moan drowsily, but the warm and soft noises from the other person calmed him down. Soon they were sitting inside a taxi and Nino was able to relax and give up for the dream.
At one point he was shaken up from his drowsiness as he was suddenly moved up from the car to the cold air but soon he was surrounded by a warmth again as strong arms that picked him up. Nino’s nose was once again against the person’s neck, letting him breath the sweet smell and making him sleepy, slipping down back to the darkness.
Series: Faded (2/3)
Pairing: Ohmiya
Raiting/Genre: R, romance, angst......
Dislcaimer: Sadly I do not own this married couple, but ohno does own nino as well as nino does own ohno.
Summary: A lot of things can happen in one year. Things that Nino aren’t sure he wants to know nor is he sure he could face them. After all, he was the one who run away.
note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the handsome bastard that always manages to kill me with everything and to my lovely twinnie Roro, the little brat, as we both are xD i hope you guys had amazing day!! love you <3 think of this as your bday present <3 xD
Anyways, soo... I'm really sorry that this update comes soo late! I got a job for the last 8 months and I was traveling around germany and france.. i've been home about 2 weeks now xD so yeah I was trying to hurry this out since I didn't send anything to my little brat so I had to do something.... so here we are :D Here are links for the songs that I used to make this fic: Faded & Stitches. Please do listen them! they are pretty!
Piimy, my second amazing mom, thank you for betaing this <3
enjoy :3
One month.
He got one month.
The management had quite quickly approved the idea and the dancers, much to Nino’s fear, and had then moved to decide the day and place. It didn’t take long before everything sorted out and approved by everyone.
Nino though couldn’t promise to know what had been discussed after the male dancer’s name had been announced. It felt like something had blocked his ears and didn’t let any external noise in his head. His brain had started to over work. Thoughts, questions and screams jumped, bounced and flashed through his head like accelerated movie. His mind was literally in chaos, and Nino didn’t know how to stop it.
His head snapped to stop when he felt a warm hand pressing softly on his shoulder. Snapping his head up, he could see Takahiro looking down at him in a frown.
“Nino, are you okay?” His manager asked quietly. “Did you hear what I said?”
Gulping down, what felt like a rock from his throat, Nino managed to nod.
Takahiro’s expression didn’t change.
Sighing, Nino willed his face to relax. This was not the time to panic.
“I’m okay” Nino whispered. He didn’t trust his voice to be firm enough to talk normally.
Only a fine eyebrow drew up on his manager’s face.
“I’m okay, okay” Nino voiced out, fixing a pout on his face. “And sorry ojisan, I don’t always listen to your blabbering.” He said in a sad tone, not to mention the hidden sarcasm.
Finally, his manager released a sigh while shaking his head.
“Sometimes I don’t get you” Takahiro muttered, which Nino drastically ignored.
“Anyway, I was saying that we could go now. Some of the guys asked if we were interested to go to eat something together, are you interested or would you like to go home?” Takahiro continued in normal tone, while looking at the tired idol.
“No, I would like to go home.” Nino said before he even managed to think about it.
“I thought so.” Takahiro answered and made his way to grab the used coffee cup.
“Then would you get your lazy ass up so we could go to your desired destination?” Takahiro commanded as he turned around and started to walk towards the door, not even glancing back to check if he even made the other man follow him.
He liked how they sometimes can just talk with small jokes. It was relaxing.
He couldn’t help but smile, all troubles forgotten for now.
Nino was so lucky to have Takahiro as his manager.
-
But when Nino finally got home, the thoughts jumped up front.
There was nothing enough to distract him, no energy to even try to fight against them.
With the least bits of energy he had, Nino walked to his bedroom and let himself fall on his bed.
And then, the cold darkness swallowed him inside with all those screaming thoughts, jumping around his head.
Burying his face in his pillow, Nino screamed until there was no sound coming out of his throat, and the tears flowed till his eyes got dry.
So,
One month
One
Month
4 weeks
30 days
730 hours.
It was all the time Nino had to prepare himself.
It was a lot, but was too little at the same time.
He doesn’t know how he should prepare himself to meet the other man. It has been a year after all.
A full year.
A lot of things can happen in one year. Things that Nino aren’t sure he wants to know nor is he sure he could face them. After all, he was the one who run away.
Is he going to be ready to see how the other man had moved on from him? To see how the other man is happy with someone else? To be able to talk to the man without breaking down to tears right in front of him, show him how he actually hadn't moved on, and how broken he really was deep down inside of him?
Nino doesn’t know.
But he needs to try. There is no other way, in the end.
Nino needs to be able to meet Ohno without breaking down.
He has to.
-
The one month goes too quickly for Nino’s liking.
The recordings are done in one week after the meeting, so there is no reason to keep his head filled with notes, lyrics and times when he needs to be there and when he gets to go home.
Now he has a bit of time between some small interviews and photoshoots, where people are trying to know more about him and to get some information of the new single, and if there is an album coming someday soon.
And it’s not enough. It’s not enough to occupy Nino’s head from the thoughts of the meeting in the near future. There is too much space for those thoughts to come through to the front. And when the people ask questions of where did he get the inspiration for the songs, how important they are to him, and what do they mean to him... he can’t keep the memories away. No matter how much he tries to fight against them, they break through.
Especially when he’s sleeping.
Nino dreams of the time he was with the older man. How they met, the time before dating, when they started to date. When the first kiss comes, he jerks awake, breathing hard and sweat clinging to his skin. The tears starts to fall down without him even noticing, and the shuddering shakes the whole bed.
And the memories continue to go forward in every night. Like a never ending dream, even though Nino knows that it will end soon. The end is nearing but so is Nino’s strength. He hasn’t slept much. He keeps waking up every once in a while when the memories get too vivid and too painful to bear.
He has to use eye drops constantly to keep his eyes moist, because he cries every night. He has to hide the dark eye bags with heavy make-up, so he wouldn’t look like a zombie in front of people. He has trouble remembering to eat because he’s too tired to even try.
He’s so tired.
And the month is almost gone by.
Nino definitely isn’t ready.
But the time won’t stop ticking forward.
-
On the morning of shooting the music videos, Nino is ushered to the make up room, as soon as he arrives to the set. He hasn't seen anyone else other than the hair and make up team, not that he minded. His manager had disappeared the moment he was forced to sit on the chair.
When his make up is finally done and his hair is in tip top shape, he's moved to his dressing room and asked to change his clothes.
Without complains he does as he's ordered. Too afraid to even think what these staff members would do to him if he didn't.
When he steps out of the room, he's guided towards the set while being informed of all the things they are going to be doing today. The talk goes in from his ear on goes out from the other, too tired to even try to concentrate and he slightly feels bad about it. The staff strolls Nino around the studio before he’s brought to the corner of the studio to sit down on and relax for a while.
He has half an hour left before they start the shooting.
Nino manages to nod to the staff before the person strolls away.
Taking a deep breath, he conjured up his Nintendo DS and started to play the latest game he had managed to buy from the closest game store near his home last night. He has been too tired to even play video games in the past week. And that was enough to ring a bell in Nino’s head that this wasn’t good.
Now he just hoped that the game was good enough to distract him from checking out every corner of the building and every person that was moving around him. He could sleep too, but Nino wasn’t going to take the risk. He couldn’t be sure he could keep the tears away if the memories came, which he was pretty sure they would. After all, Nino doesn’t like to cry in front of people.
With a sigh, he started his last hope to forget that he’s going to meet that certain person.
Person, he definitely wasn’t ready to meet.
-
When the half hour was up, one of the staff members comes to him and asks him to follow her so they could start the shooting.
The moment he put down the DS and didn't have to think about difficult strategies for the game, that was thankfully difficult enough to stop his mind drifting to other things, his mind went back to those dreams that has kept him awake on nights and tired at days, to the thought that soon, he would meet the other man.
Nino could already tell that the older man had already arrived to the set and was somewhere inside the studio. He knew the man was here. He could feel him.
Damn it.
He's knees were shaking.
But when he was guided to a dark blue room, where they were shooting at first and saw the beautiful piano in the middle of the room, his mind went blank.
The piano was dark brown and it was set on a small platform that had been placed in the middle of the room. There was black and slightly dark blue fabrics attached to the corners and all around the room, making the set look magical and extremely beautiful.
Nino moved forward, hand already stretched forward. It felt like he was in trance.
The moment his fingers touched the corner of the piano, he let out a breath he hand’t realized he had been holding. Nino walked around the piano slowly, enjoying the look and the feel of it as he lightly traced the piano's lines with his fingers.
He's always loved pianos. Ever since he was a kid and saw a man playing one so beautifully that he was enchanted by it. Ever since then, Nino had played piano alone in school when everyone else had already gone back home. He had studied music alone when he had time. Borrowing books from the library and reading them mostly at nights when his mother thought he was already sleeping. He had practiced and played on the school pianos, until junior high, he had finally felt satisfied enough to think that he was able to play the song the same way he remembered the man had played the piano that time.
After that he had played on the piano just for fun and enjoying the beautiful sound of it. Until someone had accidentally heard of him play and soon after that he was forced to join the music club.
Nino sat on the seat next of the piano and opened the cover. The keys shined in the light, making the piano look even more breathtaking.
Taking a slow breath, Nino lowered his fingers on top of the keys. Just touching them lightly, not letting their weight push down the keys.
Nino closed his eyes.
He could feel the camera been focused on him, waiting for him to start.
He took a deep breath in.
He could feel all the people inside the room, hardly breathing, expecting and just waiting for him to make a move.
He could feel it all.
He breathed out.
He pressed his fingers down and started to play.
You were the shadow to my light
Did you see us?
Another star
You fade away
Afraid our aim is out of sight
Wanna see us?
A light
Did you see us?
Another star
You fade away
Afraid our aim is out of sight
Wanna see us?
A light
Nino sang as he let his feelings go through the locked doors of his heart and fly out with the music.
He had opened his eyes but he couldn't see the set, couldn't see the people around him, couldn't see anything.
Where are you now?
Where are you now?
Where are you now?
Was it all in my fantasy?
Where are you now?
Were you only imaginary?
Where are you now?
Where are you now?
Was it all in my fantasy?
Where are you now?
Were you only imaginary?
All he was able to do was feel how his soul screamed the words out, wanting to let them out and show that this, this is how he feels inside his heart.
That this, this is who he is.
Where are you now?
Atlantis
Under the sea
Under the sea
Where are you now?
Another dream
The monsters running wild inside of me
I'm faded
I'm faded
I'm faded
I'm faded
Atlantis
Under the sea
Under the sea
Where are you now?
Another dream
The monsters running wild inside of me
I'm faded
I'm faded
I'm faded
I'm faded
This is the pain he has felt ever since he left those warm arms. Ever since he had started to doubt everything around him. Ever since everything started to fall apart.
So lost
I'm faded
I'm faded
As he lowered the sound of the piano and heard Sakurai start to sing, Nino was able to get his mind back to the moment he was in. To the moment where he had already made the decision. The moment where he had already given up. Where he had let go.
*
And every single night I'm with a different girl
Who would've knew that life could be a lonely world?
I'm reminiscing, missing everything we were
So I could be with you, but I still think of her
It's crazy how we don't even talk
And I still think of you in every single place that I walk
In my home, in my city, I guess you left a mark
Ain't it funny how you miss the brightest times when it's dark
But
The love of my life just turned into anonymous
So now you're stranger that I don't wanna miss
A stranger with all her clothes in my laundry bin
All of her dresses, sweaters and cardigans
I should throw 'em out, I should just forget it
The past can only hurt you if you let it
But I let it, ‘cus I'm still about you
Life is fucking crazy but it's crazier without you
*
And every single night I'm with a different girl
Who would've knew that life could be a lonely world?
I'm reminiscing, missing everything we were
So I could be with you, but I still think of her
It's crazy how we don't even talk
And I still think of you in every single place that I walk
In my home, in my city, I guess you left a mark
Ain't it funny how you miss the brightest times when it's dark
But
The love of my life just turned into anonymous
So now you're stranger that I don't wanna miss
A stranger with all her clothes in my laundry bin
All of her dresses, sweaters and cardigans
I should throw 'em out, I should just forget it
The past can only hurt you if you let it
But I let it, ‘cus I'm still about you
Life is fucking crazy but it's crazier without you
*
Nino could feel those burning eyes on him. Those eyes that he has tried so hard to avoid and not to think of.
Those eyes that he has loved from the very first moment he saw them. Those eyes that felt like they could swallow him inside. Eyes that had made him feel warm all over his body by just one look. Those eyes that he could look at forever and never get enough of.
Nino could feel them, but he couldn't make himself to look back at those eyes.
Instead he let the last lock break down and let his feelings flow out through his voice.
Where are you now?
Those feelings, he had felt when they had been together.
Feelings just before he left their life behind.
Atlantis
Under the sea
Under the sea
Where are you now?
Another dream
The monsters running wild inside of me
I'm faded
I'm faded
Faded faded
I'm so faded faded
I'm so faded faded
Faded faded
Faded
Under the sea
Under the sea
Where are you now?
Another dream
The monsters running wild inside of me
I'm faded
I'm faded
Faded faded
I'm so faded faded
I'm so faded faded
Faded faded
Faded
There weren’t enough words to describe his feelings in one song, but they were in his voice. The feelings that he has kept inside, all the way up until now.
Nino hoped that that the certain man, would be able to understand the meaning behind this song but on the other hand he hoped that he wouldn't.
He could feel the tear run down his cheek.
Nino pressed the last key down and let the last notes fly away. There was a brief silence, that his heart shared, feeling empty after all the secrets he had held in had been allowed to go out, before there was a loud shout of “cut” and then the room was filled with roaring applauses.
Nino quickly wiped the tear that had unexpectedly run down his cheek. Ah~, how frustrating. He wasn’t able to keep them away in the end.
Nino never liked to show his feelings to people when he was sad and he always tried his hardest not show them on his face. He has mastered the act of keeping it in already, but it seemed like he wasn't able to keep it this time.
After all Nino had sang the song straight from his heart. He hand’t been able hide them this time, they had just broken through without any trouble. He felt uncomfortable. Especially when the questioned man was in the same room. And the man, that has seen him cry. The only man, that he had allowed himself and felt safe to cry with.
He was brought back from his thoughts when one of the staff members gave him a tissue with pity in her eyes and her smile. He didn't like pity. No, he hated it. He didn't need it. He deserved this pain.
He chose it.
With a stiff nod of thanks, Nino took the tissue and wiped the left over wetness and let the make up artist come back to fix his make up.
As the artist was doing his work, Nino was finally able to feel that stare. He could feel that someone was looking at him. Of course most of the people around him were looking at him but this, this was different from them. This brought chills down his spine. And there has been only one person in this whole world who has been able to do that to him.
Ohno Satoshi.
Nino could swear that the older man was staring at him. But he wasn’t going to check it out and confirm it. Oh no, he’s not ready for that.
As the makeup artist took a step back, the director asked Nino to play once again from the beginning so they could tape from different angles and take some close ups.
Nino tried his best to push back all the thoughts from his head so he could concentrate on playing. All his thoughts of the other man and this man’s stare. He needed his concentration to be able to play well. And Nino wasn’t one who would like to disappoint his fans by bad music.
With that decision he took a long breath in, cleared his head, and started to play.
-
They all worked hard, especially Nino, he gave his all and let his feelings be shown through the music, until the director yelled out “lunch break”. People started to move out towards to the food that had been brought to the set.
Nino stayed on the seat, seemingly with no intention to get up, watching the piano keys soundlessly.
“Ninomiya-san” Sakurai asked as he was stepping out of the set, “Are you coming to eat something?”
Nino kept looking at the keys while thinking before he answered lightly, still on his own thoughts, “mm, nah, I'll stay here for a while. You guys can go ahead.”
Sakurai frowned a bit before nodding and going out towards the display of food.
Nino waited until Sakurai’s steps faded away till there was only silence left around him.
Nino let his hands ghost above the keys as his mind swirled around the clouds inside his head. Everything was a mess. The emotions that came out with the songs were still so strong that it was too hard to ignore. He wasn’t sure what he was doing. Was he trying to fight against the tears that were close to surface? Was he trying to hide them inside the box and lock it in? Or was he trying to get it out and sort it out somehow? Nino didn’t know. Everything was so confusing now.
His heart was still beating fast, making his chest hurt. He isn’t sure if it’s because he's so happy to see the man he loves with his whole heart once again or is it because Nino/he’s seeing him here because someone else asked him to come and work hard with other people. To see that he really has moved on and let the past be just past. The past where he belonged.
A sound of the piano brought him back to look at the keys. His fingers were pressing the keys down. Nino pulled the fingers up, but the rush of feelings of the need to play was sudden and over powering that he couldn’t help but start to play on the other songs that he had written. Had started to write month after his decision to leave. The song that he had finally finished a couple days, before he had handed it to his manager as a song for his new album. A song of his feelings that were swirling inside of him for the past year.
-
I thought that I'd been hurt before
But no one's ever left me quite this sore
Your words cut deeper than a knife
Now I need someone to breathe me back to life
But no one's ever left me quite this sore
Your words cut deeper than a knife
Now I need someone to breathe me back to life
The memories started to play on his mind like a movie.
Got a feeling that I'm going under
But I know that I'll make it out alive
If I quit calling you my lover, move on
But I know that I'll make it out alive
If I quit calling you my lover, move on
The first time they met. The first time they went to a date. The first wary touch of the other’s hand.
Their first kiss.
You watch me bleed until I can't breathe
Shaking falling onto my knees
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
Shaking falling onto my knees
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
The first taste of that sinful mouth. The first taste of that sunburned skin. First taste of the mind blowing sex.
Tripping over myself
Aching begging you to come help
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
Aching begging you to come help
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
The way the older man had charmed and lured him into his arms, into his home, into his bed. Into his own fucking life. And how he had easily given up and just gone with the flow.
Just like a moth drawn to a flame
Oh you lured me in I couldn't sense the pain
Your bitter heart cold to the touch
Now I'm gonna reap what I sow
I'm left seeing red on my own
Oh you lured me in I couldn't sense the pain
Your bitter heart cold to the touch
Now I'm gonna reap what I sow
I'm left seeing red on my own
Walked into the relationship that was full of happiness and warmth.
Got a feeling that I'm going under
But I know that I'll make it out alive
If I quit calling you my lover, move on
But I know that I'll make it out alive
If I quit calling you my lover, move on
But sometimes, that happiness doesn’t stay long.
You watch me bleed until I can't breathe
Shaking falling onto my knees
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
Shaking falling onto my knees
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
The memories of their first petty fights over stupid things. The times of them acting like fucking losers.
The time, when everything started to fall apart.
Tripping over myself
Aching begging you to come help
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
Oh no
Aching begging you to come help
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
Oh no
*
From a look to a touch
From a touch to a crush
From a crush into lust
Lust into love and love into us
Now that's real shit,
But love is a gun you can kill with
Hard time is the best time to deal with
Had time, tell me why I still feel shit
But, that's life when you’re really in love
So I guess that i'm really in love
Hit the club and i’m livin’ it up
But one night stands just isn't enough
And I gave my time, And I gave my trust
And I gave my heart, And I gave my love
And I gave my years, And I gave months
I guess all I gave was just not enough
From a touch to a crush
From a crush into lust
Lust into love and love into us
Now that's real shit,
But love is a gun you can kill with
Hard time is the best time to deal with
Had time, tell me why I still feel shit
But, that's life when you’re really in love
So I guess that i'm really in love
Hit the club and i’m livin’ it up
But one night stands just isn't enough
And I gave my time, And I gave my trust
And I gave my heart, And I gave my love
And I gave my years, And I gave months
I guess all I gave was just not enough
Now After's/anth calm down, After's/anth just breathe,
Take a break and get some sleep.
But tell me how can I sleep
When you're the woman of my dreams!
And even tho we do not speak,
And even tho we fell apart,
You may not be in my life
But you'll always be in my heart.
And even tho we fell apart,
You may not be in my life
But you'll always be in my heart.
*
His heart was crying from the heartbreak. His whole body was screaming from the pain he was feeling. Screaming to get some rest.
He could see the man in front of his eyes, could see his dark brown eyes, and his beautiful smile. He could see the man that he left him behind so he could pursue the happiness he deserves.
The man he loved, still loves.
Cause it's too late now to say sorry, baby
The one I'm missing more than just your body
But it's it too late now to say sorry, baby
Yeah I know that I let you down
But it's it too late to say sorry now.
The one I'm missing more than just your body
But it's it too late now to say sorry, baby
Yeah I know that I let you down
But it's it too late to say sorry now.
-
A loud clapping brought Nino back to earth to find people flooding back to the room. He had no idea when the people had came to the room. He didn’t even get out of his thoughts, when Sakurai-san had sang his rap part.
His sight was blurry to see anything clearly. His cheeks were once again wet from the tears that he had started to shed.
He has been crying so much in this whole day, actually in the whole month. No, wait. In a whole year actually. And that’s something he’s not proud of.
He hates crying. Hates it.
He fucking hates it.
But he just couldn’t keep them in anymore. He just didn’t have any power to keep them in.
Maybe because the raw feelings are so close to the surface. Because the songs are about him, all of his thoughts and feelings from the past year. Of his life that he left behind, the life that he misses every damn second but can’t let it out. He just can’t go to someone and pour it out even if he felt like it.
The only way for him to pour it out was to write it down and sing it.
And now, even the deepest feelings of his were out, and the person that he’s singing about is close to him, hearing them right from him.
The same staff member brought the tissue box again, though Nino didn’t even look up, not wanting to see the pity once again. He drew couple of the tissues, so he could wipe away his sadness and place on the mask of a normal person.
A mask of a brat who says he doesn’t really care about love matters. A person who just has a great voice to sing all these heartbreaking love songs, without telling where they are coming from.
“I’m sorry Ninomiya-san, but you sang so beautifully and with so much honesty that I’m sure no one has seen before.” the director spoke, finally killing the silence that had took over after the clapping had stopped.
“Even your manager here,” Nino could see the director point at Takahiro who was looking at him, his mouth and his eyes wildly open, while tears seemed to stream down on his cheeks. “He seems to be pretty surprised of your singing this time.” the director Yamamoto finished.
“So, if he was this surprised, it’s not normal to see you like this and I thought that people, your fans, would love to see this. To see your feelings as you sing them.” The man continued to speak as he moved forward from the tv screens. “So I hope that you don’t mind that I did film you.”
“No” Nino breathed, his voice raspy. “Why would I? I appreciate your way of thinking of what and how we should film this. I believe with all my heart that the music video is going to be amazing.” Nino looked up and fixed a small smile on his face.
“Well, I’m flattered and happy to hear that” the director beamed, definitely happy about his words. “So, to finish the filming and get the most perfect shots, is it okay if we could take couple more shoots again of this song? So we could get the different angles and the sights.”
“Of course” Nino nodded and held his head higher as the make up artist came back to fix his make up.
“Great, let’s continue then!” The director cheered, and people rushed to their spots.
-
Once they finally finished their filming and everything was packed, the whole group moved to a small bar to celebrate finishing of the music videos and the hard work been done. It was time to let them loosen some of that tightness from their muscles.
It had been a rough day for Nino. Emotionally and physically.
Nino never was a guy who loved to work out or even move his body if it wasn’t needed. So dancing with full power for two hours wasn’t exactly easy. His body was screaming for rest and dreaming about his bed.
Also, his head was a mess, not to mention his heart. Spending more than 5 hours with the person you’ve been trying to avoid for a year is really exhausting. Needless to say that he could feel the eyes following his every step the whole time. Or that his body would love to get closer to that person, to feel the heat and those strong arms around his body once again but his mind screaming otherwise. Screaming and commanding him to run away and hide. Reminding him of the decisions and choices he has done for both of them.
It’s tiring.
And all Nino wanted, was to go home and forget everything for a while.
But no.
His lovely but surprisingly devilish manager decided, against his desires, that Nino needed to follow everyone to the club. That he needed some fresh air instead of his apartments suffocating air, to meet and talk with people instead of his video games, and to lose some tension from his shoulders.
The last one, Nino couldn’t disagree though. He should try to loosen up a bit.
Maybe a couple drinks wouldn’t be so bad of an idea, Nino thought as they finally arrived outside of the club.
-
It didn’t take long for Nino to be totally wasted.
He had decided to take only a couple beers and then head home, but that plan had gone down quickly. The night had changed to more beers and for some shots. People kept buying him drinks one after another, without giving him any time to decline. Some guys were even flirting with him and he wasn’t even trying to stop them.
He was far too gone to even try to use his brain. His brain was fogged with beer and tequila shots.
Nino felt hot, excited, needy and amazing. He was floating in a warm cloud.
There were hands close to his hips, on his back, sometimes he could feel touches on his butt, but they never lingered there long. There were warm and lusty eyes around him and warm bodies surrounding his.
One of the guys, who looked quite handsome, had managed to catch his hand and dragged him to dance floor, all the way to the darkest part of it. The music was playing loudly and the guy’s hands were on Nino’s hips, keeping him close and helping him dance. It became more and more heated every passing second, their bodies getting closer and closer, hips now touching each others, their mouths next to others cheek. Nino could feel there was a new person behind him, whose hands were roaming on his back, on his sides and moving to his chest. He could feel the man’s heavy breathing on the back of his neck.
Next, there was wet spots on his neck, a hand under his shirt touching his chest close to his nipples, other hand on his butt while one hip was pressed from the front to his own and other was pressed to his back, next to the hand, making him feel the two big hard cocks on him. It made Nino feel light headed.
The cocks kept rubbing on him and making him go hard inside his own pants. The hand under his shirt had found one of his nipples pinching it and pulling it once in a while, as the other hand had dipped inside his jeans and decided to massage his butt cheek, the fingers close to touch his hole.
Nino could feel the sweat running down his neck before the man behind him was lapping at it with a moan, his hips doing circles and making Nino arch his back, wanting to feel more. The man in front of him made a small noise of disagreement but moved forward to attach his lips to Nino’s chin. Nino could feel the hand on his butt moving away, which made him moan not wanting it to leave, as it moved away towards the guy behind him but it soon changed to delight as he felt another hand behind his head moving it closer to the front guy’s face until his lips were captured and the moans dying, giving it to the wet slick sounds.
It was heated.
Nino didn’t care where he was as the two people were devouring him, and he fucking didn’t care who would see it happening. He felt hot, wanted and definitely feel good. And he was ready to get pounded by these two random guys cause fuck, it felt so damn good.
Nino was already shaking when he felt one of the hands close to his jeans buttons. His mouth was released from the hot heat, some of the spittle was dropping down on his chin but he didn’t care.
“Yes, yes please” Nino moaned needily. “get them down, quickly”
The guy in front of him was growling with the need next to his neck, biting and sucking, while the guy behind him gave a chuckle, that was so low that the sound was enough to make Nino moan with need.
The zipper was just brought down, when he felt the first touch of one of the warm hot hands on his cock and it made him shout that was cut by the guy behind him capturing his chin and pulling his lips against his. Nino’s tongue fought with the other as his jeans were loosened enough to get a hand back to his ass and touch the twitching hole.
The fingers were grazing at the hole and just about to push in, when it was suddenly taken away and the heat behind him was gone. Before he could even let out a sound of protest, the person in front of him was drawn away from him too. Not long after that a hand swooped around his hips, pushing him against of a warm and firm chest. There were also fingers that were trying to close his pants quickly as he was pushed forward, away from the dance floor.
Nino was trying to fight back, wanting to stay there and get those four hands and two cocks to get all over him and maybe get even a taste of them, but it was useless. The person was too strong for him and he was too drunk to have a decent fight.
Giving up, Nino just flopped his head on the person’s shoulder, moving his nose close to the clothes. Breathing in the sweet tasty smell of the man that was dragging him. Nino moved his nose closer to the man’s neck wanting to breath more of the smell, before letting out a sigh and going limp.
The other man didn’t seem to mind even though he had most of Nino’s weight on him.
Nino stirred a bit when a cold air from outside hit him, making him moan drowsily, but the warm and soft noises from the other person calmed him down. Soon they were sitting inside a taxi and Nino was able to relax and give up for the dream.
At one point he was shaken up from his drowsiness as he was suddenly moved up from the car to the cold air but soon he was surrounded by a warmth again as strong arms that picked him up. Nino’s nose was once again against the person’s neck, letting him breath the sweet smell and making him sleepy, slipping down back to the darkness.
note2: Thank you for reading! I hope you don't want to murder me (especially you Roro) and would like to leave a comment, I would appreciate that! x3
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Date: 2017-06-17 10:43 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2017-06-18 10:20 am (UTC)Finally you update this series!
Nino's heartbreak makes me cry and I hope to see them (be it Nino, Ohno, and even Sho) happy, because I just can't stand any heartbreak right now ；＿；
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Date: 2017-06-19 09:05 am (UTC)maybe it will get better soon. or not... we'll see in the last chapter!
thank you for reading and leaving a comment! :3
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Date: 2017-06-19 08:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-06-19 09:07 am (UTC)the song are pretty right? and they have the good meaning in it... did he? did ohno save nino? i'm not sure about that.... xD
i hope they will find something good soon :)
thank you for still reading this and leaving a comment! it means a lot to me :3 and I promise I will try to finish this!
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Date: 2017-06-19 10:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-06-24 09:58 am (UTC)yeah.... poor nino :/
thanks for reading! :3
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Date: 2017-06-20 12:31 pm (UTC)This made me hurt in ways I couldn't explain, especially this line.
The first taste of that sinful mouth. The first taste of that sunburned skin. First taste of the mind blowing sex.
You're on to something great here. i'm looking forward to how it will end. Good job, BB <3
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Date: 2017-06-21 06:12 am (UTC)