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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Arashi_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Aiba_Masaki/Ninomiya_Kazunari
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-01-01 Words: 693
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by honooko
Summary
     Sometimes Nino sits on Aiba's back porch and pretends it's his porch
     too. Aiba/Nino bittersweetness.
Sometimes Nino sits on Aiba's back porch and pretends it's his porch too. It's
familiar enough; Nino knows the direction of the wood grain, where all the
twisting knots are, and the locations of all the screws. He knows the feel of
it, warm from the sun and hard against his back.
Aiba pushes him flat against it, drawing a hand up Nino's side. His t-shirt
bunches up. Aiba is heavy across his body, and he has Nino neatly pinned in
place. It's too hot for this; cicadas hiss in rising waves of sound and the air
is sticky with heat. Aiba's movements are slow, lazy, as his fingers trail
across Nino's skin.
"It's too hot," Nino protests half-heartedly. Aiba murmurs in agreement, his
lips pressed against Nino's throat. Nino wants to push him off. But he also
needs this; he needs help with this tight coil of tension knotted up in his
stomach. Aiba knows it, too; the first time they did this had almost been an
accident. Aiba had avoided Nino for a week after that, terrified he had ruined
a dear friendship. But Nino tracked him down.
"We're friends," he had said. "I'll share anything with you." And so it
started: they shared everything from games, to secrets, to bodies. Aiba called
Nino at three in the morning when he had a vivid nightmare about his house
burning down, leaving him unable to sleep. Nino told Aiba when he came home
from school and saw his mother crying in the kitchen, and he didn't know what
to do.
Nino knows it's not serious. He knows they're just exploring, substituting each
other for different people. But they still love each other, and Nino devours
that delicious feeling of being loved.
Now, they're making out on Aiba's back porch. They aren't worried about getting
caught because they already did, last week. Aiba's mother walked in when Nino
was kneeling on the floor rather unmistakably busy. She had let out a shout of
surprise and announced as she slammed the door closed that she didn't want to
know what was going on. Since then, Aiba's family have been pointedly absent
from whatever part of the house he and Nino were in.
"You grew again," Nino says, irritated as his own hands moved up Aiba's back.
"Sure did," Aiba says and Nino can hear the lecherous tone.
"Not that," Nino says, thumping Aiba on the shoulder. Aiba pushes himself up on
his hands, giving Nino a confused look.
"Do you want to do this or not?" Aiba asks. Nino looks up at him, his gaze
heavy and serious. Nino squirms underneath him, gripped with indecision.
"I don't know," he says. "I mean—sure, why not?" But instead of resuming the
make-out, Aiba rolls off, sighing heavily.
"Cocktease," he accuses Nino across the silence. Nino thumps him on the
shoulder again. It wasn't that he didn't want to; he just kept thinking about
something Aiba had said today at dance practice.
"I think I like someone."
Nino frowned at the ceiling. Aiba wasn't his. They weren't in love; they
weren't even dating. But he felt hurt all the same; Aiba didn't like Nino like
that, but sometimes Nino wanted him to.
"If you want it so bad, go feel up Jun," Nino says. "He's the one you're
thinking about anyway."
A pause, then Aiba kisses his cheek sweetly.
"When I'm with you, I'm only thinking about you," Aiba says. Nino feels
instantly guilty, because he can't say the same thing. Sometimes, he isn't
thinking about Aiba. But because it is Aiba, he feels safe doing it. What a
terrible friend he is, to use Aiba this way.
"Okay," Nino says. "I believe you."
Someday, he won't have Aiba here like this. Someday, Aiba will realize that the
person he likes feels the same way, and he won't need Nino for this. He might
not need Nino for anything, after that. Nino tells himself that by then, he
won't need Aiba for this either.
He curls on his side, facing Aiba, and ignores the part of his heart that says,
'You will never stop needing this.'
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y stopping, stumbling off the bike and towards the object of his desire.
“Goro?” Takuya barely got out before he was kissed. Shoving the younger boy on
the ground like he was on fire. “What the hell?!” he snapped running a hand
through his hair. Goro’s heart broke, he could feel the tears coming on. “Why
you doing that stuff out here?” Takuya whispered trying to look casual. Walking
over to pick up the abandoned bike he came back to sniffling Goro. Flustered
not having meant to hurt the boy at all. “Come on stop that” sighed and
dragging up the pile of sobs by the elbow. “Come on stop. Seriously.” Looking
around to make sure they were alone. “You shouldn’t be doing stuff like that in
public. People don’t like it.” Soothingly rubbing his arm the crying calmed
down a bit. “I… just…” Goro sniffed. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
Shocked and flattered Takuya blushed a bit. “It’s not like I’d immediately
forgotten about you”
 
Which he hadn’t at all. Those photos had become his most valuable treasure in
his own, much larger, secret stash. Pulling them out quite a few times since
they’d last met. “Why didn’t you come by?” still sniffing but mostly calmed
down. Takuya ruffled his fluffy hair and bit his lip. “I couldn’t think of a
good excuse for your mom… or your sister. You realize she’s got a crush on me
right?” Somehow Goro known it had been all her fault.
 
Both just standing in silence in this small alley like path. Takuya spoke
first, “Do you want to come over now? Even if it's just to hang out? My parents
aren’t home…” Eye’s lighting up and a smile on his face Goro nodded
enthusiastically. Snorting at how pleased Goro looked, smirking just like he
remembered. Both of them were walking the short distance down the path. Takuya
was walking Goro’s bike and looking at the ground trying to hid his slightly
goobery grin at seeing the other boy again. “How did you find me?” Wiping the
last of his tears away on the sleeve of his uniform, “I saw you turn the corner
just after I was leaving the store. I didn’t shuffle around like I usually do,
just bought my vegetables and left. Probably had been just barely missing you
everyday” Takuya was staring at him. “You buy vegetables everyday after
school?” The younger boy turned scarlet. “Only recently…” The older boy burst
out into the loudest, silliest laugh. Even if Goro was mortified, he was still
smiling. Snorting a bit and giggling. It was pretty funny. Finally calming down
just enough to ask”Which ones?” “Carrots” “Why carrots?” Nervously adjusting
his backpack strap. “They felt the closest and are easy to get and dispose of.”
Looking straight ahead as he walked the bike up the stairs, “I might have to
try that.” Goro’s mind already shoved a mental picture of Takuya trying his
trick out. Taking a few deep breaths to calm down he followed inside the house.
 
The apartment was small and neat obviously dominated by men according to the
shoes by the door. Barely getting his own slipped off before he was pressed
against it. It was gentle but demanding, those lips on his. Mouth opening
almost immediately, hanging his arms around Takuya’s neck. He didn’t even know
how long they stayed tangled up against that door. Kissing till they had to
part to breathe. Even then Takuya just dived into Goro’s neck. “Ah… Takuya”
Satisfied noises vibrating against his sensitive skin. “We have hours before
anyone is home. Let’s take our time”
 
Snuggled into Takuya’s bed just kissing casually. Goro noticed the bed on the
other side of the room. “You share?” Nuzzling into the younger boys long neck,
“Yeah with my brother” Wet, open kisses down to his collar bone. Slowly popping
buttons on Goro's uniform and kissing the exposed flesh. “Do you not?...”
Crossing those tan arms over that half exposed pale chest. “If I do, it would
be about now.” Goro blushed at the thought of Takuya touching himself, skin and
hair highlighted by the afternoon sun. “What is with you and whacking off? I’d
ask if you were a virgin if we didn't already do it”
 
Looking up at the ceiling, fingers drifting through his raven hair. “I only did
it every once in awhile before. I’ve had sex and…” a silly grin went across his
face. “Nothing tops sex. But…” his face fell into confusion. “At least that's
what I thought.” Eyes meeting those brown puppy dog eyes on his belly. “I don’t
know… I just had to have more… another taste…” Cocking his head to the side
Takuya studied him. “Are you gay?” Looking back at him, almost with fear in his
eyes. “Are you?”
 
One of those full lips curled up cutely as he thought. “Well I like girls. I
want to date them and have a girlfriend but I don't mind getting off with a
guy… so… I like both but girls more?” A slight change in those dark eyes,
Takuya was not quite sure what it was. “Yeah… I think I’m the same way” Goro
smiled. Leaning forward slowly, giving the younger boy a sweet chaste kiss. “I
like you though.” Laughing quietly, “I like you too Takuya. Let's be friends
ok?” Tan fingers slid into the dark hair at the nape of Goro’s neck, pulling
him in for another kiss. “Special fuck friends?~” Genuine giggles as he was
kissed deeply. “When we strike out with the girls we just turn to each other?”
Gasping as those naughty fingers running between his legs. “Um Hmmm~”
 
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Dusk light creeping through the windows, falling across that pale expanse.
Highlighting the muscles working underneath that tan skin. Panting, moaning and
the slapping of hips. Long legs, hooked over elbows. Fingers curled along the
edge of the headboard. Leaning forward, bright pink tongue dragging along that
prominent collar bone. Hand pumping himself in time with the pleasurable
thrusts. Building up till he exploded white hot on his own belly. His partner
pulling out and shooting his own heat across that dusk highlighted expanse.
Spreading slowly along that skin. Red marks starting to darken on his body from
the teeth that had pulled across his flesh. A small dot had landed on those
happily abused lips. The image took Takuya’s breath away.
 
“Don’t move.” Like lightning he ran out of the room fully nude. Coming back
with his parents old polaroid. He took one of his whole abused body under the
dusk light. But also one of his face, the smile and shining of his eyes. He
wanted that. “You like taking pictures of me don’t you?” blinking for a moment
as he shook out the Polaroids. “Yeah…” Pulling and old book off his small shelf
he tucked the photos with the other two between its pages. The digital clock
nestled between stacks caught his eye. “OH SHIT”
 
Scrambling to clean themselves up and to get Goro home. The younger boy bounded
across the house pulling his shoes on quickly. Getting a kiss on the lips
before he practically tripped out the door.
 
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It had been a week and a half since he’d seen Goro. Hanging around by the store
hoping to catch him on his way home. Finally just going to his house.
 
“Takuya?” Goro’s mother was curious when she opened the door. “Is Goro home? We
were supposed to hang out but he hasn't been around…” Eyes lighting up when he
saw his friend at the kitchen table, pouring over books. “He’s grounded for two
weeks for staying out late without calling just to mack on some trollop!” Goro
cringed at his mom's raised voice. “I’ve had to pick him up from school
everyday so he doesn't DALLY” his eyes flicked up to see Takuya at the door.
That small soft smile told him Goro didn’t regret it one bit. “Coming home
covered in hickeys! Even on his chest if you can believe! Awful girl. Probably
full of diseases!” a snort made her whip around. “Stop smiling! Get back to
work!” Burying his nose back in those pages. “Why don’t you come over next week
and you can both study after school, alright?” Takuya nodded. “Yes ma’am. I’ll
be here”
 
Late that night Goro was finally allowed to study in his room. Just seeing
Takuya had made him smile. Totally worth the embarrassing hell he had gone
through since he got home late that day. Jumping up at a small scratching at
the window. Opening it there was no one but a small bag on the ground with a
note. They work better like this. Opening up the bag, he almost burst out
laughing and gave himself away. Inside was a carrot. The end of it carved into
the head of a cock.
 
It worked much better.
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