Fic: Gilded 11/?

[rikke_leonhart]

Title: Gilded 11/?
Rating: Will go up >:3
Pairing: Ohno/Nino
Warning: Ehm, boy kisses, boy groping (more to come 8D)
Summary: Nino isn't comfortable with people touching him back. YET. He's getting there 8D PROGRESS!
Author's notes: Shameless boy on boy for Cally. Slightly longer update, so you'll probably have to wait for the next part.

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Jun stared at him, and so did Ohno.

Ohno blinked. “You want to go out with me?”

“I know you go to the clubs,” Nino bravely returned, ignoring how Jun seemed torn between amusement and horror and the consequences it could have. “I want to go with you.”

“But Nino,” Ohno said slowly, “I’m not sure I can smuggle you in.”

Nino sighed. It was one thing that he had to be 18 to enter – they could probably get him in anyway even though he wasn’t even 17 yet, but when he didn’t even look a day older than 15? That could be a problem.

“Go away, Matsumoto,” Nino breathed when Jun just continued to stare. Okay, he might not have timed this very well.

Ohno pulled him close by the arm. “We don’t have to do this.”

“But you like clubbing.”

Ohno rolled his eyes. “I haven’t been there for some time now, it doesn’t matter.”

But Nino wanted to go – he wanted to watch Ohno dance in the dim light to the pulsing beat, wanted to watch him abandon thought and – and, maybe, dance with someone else, watch with hitching breath and wide eyes as Ohno found someone else to rub against, to kiss with soft lips and go home with.

A touch to his wrist made him snap out of it.

“Hey,” Ohno cut in. “It doesn’t matter. That was before.”

Nino wanted to know how Ohno always seemed to know what Nino was thinking.

The matter should’ve been closed with that, though, but Nino was still irked when he followed Ohno home later that day. Ohno was shuffling close, as usual, and Nino felt more than a little possessive. Which was ridiculous. Ohno’s eyes certainly seemed to say so when he turned from the fridge to glance at him.

“Water? Juice? Beer?”

Nino glared. Ohno chuckled and made a long for him. He couldn’t resist even though he felt like he should. Somehow, when he fit seamlessly against Ohno’s side, he didn’t know why he’d even as much as thought of resisting.

“I don’t go home with every girl I dance with.”

He pushed a bit, just to be on the safe side, but Ohno was much sturdier and stronger, and he was kept in place, safely tucked in under Ohno’s arm as he was led out of the kitchen, upstairs and into Ohno’s room.

“Soon you won’t be jealous at all, so I’m enjoying it. You are totally hot when you’re jealous,” Ohno said as he pushed Nino to sit down on the bed, and when Nino opened his mouth to protest. “You are. Trust me on this, I’m the one watching you.”

Nino wondered if Ohno needed new glasses, because the last time he’d checked, he’d been a skinny teenager.

“And now,” Ohno continued and pushed at Nino’s shoulders. “Handjobs 101.”

Nino choked.

“You see,” Ohno said, flicking his eyes just so, and Nino coughed. Ohno was way too amused with this. “It gets easier with practice. And with less pants. So pants off.”

Nino stared at him and after a few moments, Ohno unceremoniously dropped to his knees and started working on the button of his pants. Nino tried to bat his hands away, but Ohno was quicker.

“You get to do mine, so sit still.”

Duly chastised. With that Ohno worked the pants open, unzipped and tugged at the pant legs. Nino lifted his hips and then his legs and Ohno let his fingers linger on his calves, sliding up to the back of his knees. He shivered and then he frowned. “You need less pants, too.”

Ohno shrugged and stood up. Nino took that as an invitation, and he scooted forward, grabbing Ohno’s hips and holding him still. Ohno’s body was still somewhat of a privilege to be able to hold and treasure like this, so he didn’t want to just manhandle him. Or ruin the pants. So he slowly slid his hands to the button and ignored that his fingers were shaking a bit. Ohno stood still, eyes encouraging. Well, Nino thought, the guy had a very good chance of getting off pretty soon, so of course he was encouraging.

But, Nino thought while his heart softened with affection, he was pretty sure that Ohno would wait (and take a cold shower) if Nino would freak out. That was a thought that calmed him down immensely. Maybe he was finally starting to believe Ohno when he said he wasn’t in it for the sex (which there was none of as of yet).

He undid the button and tugged at the fabric, and it slid effortlessly down Ohno’s slim hips and muscular legs.

“How do they stay up? Are your pants doing some kind of gravity defy?”

Ohno burst out laughing.

“I mean,” Nino continued, reveling in Ohno’s amusement, and he got Ohno to lift his feet as he spoke, “you’re not wearing a belt, you have basically no hips, and still they stay up? That’s gravity defy.”

Ohno was still chuckling when Nino straightened up, Ohno’s pants thrown to the side. “Oh right, shirts,” Nino remembered with a frown. Ohno really was wearing far too much clothes.

And then it occurred to Nino that this was the furthest they’d ever gone, and actually, Ohno hadn’t really touched him yet. The prospect didn’t seem as daunting as it had just a week ago, so when their shirts had been flung off (and Nino had checked that the door was locked, just in case,) he didn’t flinch when Ohno pressed them together, carefully laid Nino down and slowly lowered himself so they were aligned from chests to hips to feet. Nino didn’t think he’d ever fully appreciated Ohno’s weight on him before.

“Okay?”

Nino raised his head and kissed him.

“Right,” Ohno said, more than a little breathless. “Stop asking all the time.”

“Good boy – oh,” Nino started to say, but it ended in a moan when Ohno ground his hips down. Ohno grinned and did it again. Nino writhed, blunt nails catching at Ohno’s arms, then up and around his neck.

“And then,” Ohno whispered, lips wet and glistening – Nino wanted to lick them – and he eased slightly off of Nino, reaching down between them. He palmed Nino through his boxers, and Nino wriggled, trying to get closer to the pressure. It didn’t seem like Ohno was in the mood to tease, though, so he casually reached into Nino’s boxers and wrapped his hand around his straining erection.

Ohno was kissing him silent as he worked his hand – Nino was moaning and squirming, twisting under him, toes curling, his spine tingling. There was no shame in this, Nino managed to think as Ohno kissed him hard, lapping at the corners of his mouth, hand working, wrist flexing and flicking. When one of Ohno’s fingers pressed across the slit, Nino came with a hoarse cry, biting at Ohno’s lips, clenching his eyes shut.

“There,” Ohno sounded very self-satisfied as he wiped his hand off and lay down next to Nino. “It gets better.”

Nino was very willing to believe him on that. He felt rather boneless and sated, and he had the impression that he looked very rumpled, but then Ohno was kissing him again, and Nino didn’t mind that. He liked kissing. However, he remembered something and he pulled away. “And you?”

Ohno grinned. “I can take care of it.”

Nino bravely reached for his boxers.

“Or not,” Ohno chuckled.

Nino was staring at his goal. “Can I take those off?”

Ohno shrugged. “I don’t mind.” And he obligingly lifted his hips when Nino resolutely pushed the offending material down said gorgeous hips. Nino didn’t look as much as he just grabbed for Ohno’s erection and Ohno jerked in surprise.

“Sorry,” Nino muttered, cheeks flaming, the feel of someone else’s cock in his hand foreign.

“Just do what you like,” Ohno muttered, going limp against the covers. When Nino experimentally moved, Ohno’s eyelids fluttered and he groaned low and deep. “Just like that.”

Nino knew that he was, within reasonable limits, allowed to experiment, and he felt, absurdly, honored. Not many people had the chance to grow confident with such a willing partner. He twisted his hand, tightened his fingers slightly and he was rewarded with a breathy sigh of pleasure. He wanted to hear more of those sounds, so he closed his eyes and tried to remember what he liked.

It must have worked, because soon Ohno was panting, intelligible words spilling from his lips, and Nino remembered how much he himself liked to be kissed, so he leaned over and did his best to multitask – which proved to be slightly more difficult than he’d thought. When he concentrated enough, he could still feel the invisible touch of Ohno’s fingers on him, and he just wanted to make Ohno feel good.

To return the pleasure.

Which he obviously did, if Ohno’s soft exhalations and pleased sighs were anything to go by. He flexed his wrist like he remembered Ohno had done, and Ohno tensed, surging upwards and catching Nino’s lips. Ohno came with an expression of pure bliss and Nino felt incredible – he’d put that there with his own two hands. He could return what Ohno did to and for him.

He felt more than a little humbled.

Ohno threw an arm over him, pulling him close, and Nino listened to his slowing heartbeat, steady against his ear. He thought he might have to say thank you, but how could he do that without sounding like a complete douche? In the end, he decided that Ohno didn’t want that anyway. He could repay Ohno with other things than words.

“You’re so hot,” Ohno said and then tightened his arm around Nino as if he was expecting him to tense up. He chuckled. “Just you wait until I get my mouth on you.”

Nino felt warm all over and he buried his face in Ohno’s chest.

“You can’t just say that!”

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