rikke_leonhart | Fic: All Between Me And You

Title: All Between Me And You
Pairing(s): Ohno/Nino
Rating: R
Word count: 2,320
Summary: It's everything between you and me, all that is wrong, all that is right, it's all between me and you.
Authors' notes: Angst for dinner? For Celebr, because I feel like it ♥ I feel like I haven't written in ages, sorry I'm rusty D:

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Nino really doesn’t see it coming.

“Do you think something’s wrong with us?”

Nino almost doesn’t hear it. He’s dozing, almost asleep, and he’s warm and comfortable – comfortably curled up against Ohno’s warm body, and Nino is shamelessly stealing his heat. The hotel room in non-special, the bed is not the softest they’ve ever shared, and they have finally gotten rid of Aiba that had been up their walls, too high on adrenaline to calm down.

Nino doesn’t want to get disturbed, but he supposes he could listen, at least, now that Ohno actually talks. “Huh?”

“Do you think,” Ohno breathes into his ear and it makes him shiver slightly, “that something’s wrong with us?”

“What do you mean?” At this point, Nino frowns, because that is just a weird train of thought even for Ohno.

“I mean,” Ohno says and pushes even closer, “we used to be all over each other.”

Nino frowns some more. Used to be might be a bit of an overkill since they haven’t been together for that long, and really, what is Ohno talking about? He asks Ohno exactly that, and Ohno stills and for long moments, the only sound between them is Ohno’s breath tickling at his ear.

“You couldn’t keep your hands off me, and I couldn’t get enough of you,” Ohno says in a small voice and Nino pulls back and then swats at Ohno’s shoulder.

“We haven’t had time,” Nino says slowly, “and we’re tired. You can’t expect to keep up an active sex life in the middle of a tour.”

Ohno stills, thinks, and then he relaxes fully into the mattress, inches closer where Nino had pulled away, and Nino meets him and they curl together. When Ohno’s fingers knead into the sore muscles of his lower back, Nino all but melts, and he purrs.

Ohno chuckles and Nino relaxes.

*
Ohno might be on to something, though, Nino thinks during filming. It has actually been a while. They cuddle and huddle close together and Ohno kisses his hands in between takes and locations, but any action beyond that… it has actually been a while. But Nino also realize that they have been busy and that he can count the times he’s slept all through the night on one hand, and when everything has calmed down a little, they’ll have time again.

When they shuffle off stage, Ohno walks in front of him, and Nino looks at Ohno and thinks that he still wants him just as much as he did on the first night they found each other, finally. Circumstances have changed since then, though, and more is demanded from them.

When he showers in the evening (or night, depending on when he gets back from work) he wanks off to mental images of Ohno poised above him, moving against him, beautiful and sensual, and the only thing he remembers before knowing Ohno so close is the lonely nights and cold sheets. He can’t even recall what he used to imagine before he knew how amazing Ohno is.

He thinks this as he sits in his manager’s car on the way home, but then he sits up straighter. “You can just drop me off at Ohno-kun’s place, it’s closer, right?”

His manager isn’t fooled by the offer but obeys anyway. Nino ignores the smug smile when he trots up the stairs and lets himself into Ohno’s apartment. He’s so ready to peel off his clothes and just disappear into Ohno’s bed and Ohno’s arms, but when nothing greets him, not even a single lit light, he slumps.

Of course, it’s Ohno’s day off. He couldn’t have expected anything else.

He wakes an hour later when Ohno stumbles into bed, onto Nino actually, and Nino groans and shoves him off. “Get off.”

“Nino?” Ohno asks, but he’s not really awake, Nino knows. Nino, however, is now awake, because Ohno smells good, fresh, clean, and he must have showered when he got back, because his hair is still wet where Nino pushes his face into it.

“Satoshi,” he breathes, his fingers automatically finding their way under the ratty t-shirt Ohno normally sleeps in, ghosting over the toned plane of his stomach and Ohno giggles a bit.

“’m tipsy,” Ohno informs him in a would-be full out slur had he drunk one more glasss.

“Too tipsy for me to blow you?”

Ohno makes an interested sound at the back of his throat, but then he yawns. “I’m afraid I’ll fall asleep,” he admits and tugs at Nino’s arms.

Nino is almost insulted. “But my blowjobs are good,” he insists but knows Ohno is right. If Ohno thinks he’ll fall asleep, he probably will no matter how good Nino is, and Nino isn’t sure his ego would appreciate it, warning or not.

“Nino is sweet,” Ohno says and tugs at him again, right until Nino acquiesces and lowers his head until their mouths bump and Nino chuckles.

“Nino is pissed off he doesn’t get to blow you,” he says without any real conviction and Ohno snakes his arms around him.

“Nino should get some sleep,” Ohno says and sounds as if he agrees. “Sleep with me.”

“If only,” Nino mutters, but even he can hear that it lacks malice. “You better make it up to me at some point.”

Ohno snores.

Nino is shaking, trembling, and he is so angry, so hurt, that he can’t even begin to think about it. “You,” he hisses, but he doesn’t know what he wants to say, and to be honest, he doesn’t even know what he can say. Nothing is going to make this right.

Ohno looks small, tired, vulnerable, and if Nino looks harder, he thinks he sees tears. “I don’t know,” he says and sighs. His shoulders are slumped, fingers grasping listlessly at a lit cigarette.

Nino has no words. He’s so angry he can’t see straight. “What..I don’t, why? Why?”

Why?

Ohno clears his throat. He’s hoarse, maybe from drinks, from smoke, from yelling for so long while Nino didn’t hear it. “I think…something is wrong with us.”

“Obviously,” Nino snarls, but he can see that Ohno is less than impressed with his temper. “Why?”

“I told you,” Ohno says again, voice still so tired and flat. “Something is wrong with us. I kissed someone else.”

Nino doesn’t need the reminder, he can see it play out on the back of his closed eyelids, Ohno kissing a girl in the club, her folding arms around Ohno’s neck, Ohno leaning into her… “I know that,” he returns. “But why?”

“You…” Ohno begins, licks his parched lips. “We’re not enough anymore. You feel it, too.”

Nino wants to deny it; he wants to feel the fluttering in his stomach again, the ignition behind his skin when he touches Ohno, the tingling down his spine, warmth pooling in his veins. It’s been absent for much longer than he’s been willing to admit. “But I love you,” he says.

“Won’t we always?”

Nights of passion have turned into nights where they sleep, breaks in between takes are spent on talking instead of making out. It hurts. “You kissed someone else.”

“I’m sorry,” and Ohno’s voice is so rough, a little scratchy, and Nino breaks in more ways than one. “I’m sorry.”

He didn’t see it coming at all.

Life without Ohno is remarkably unchanged for the most part, Nino decides. He goes clubbing a bit more in the beginning. He kisses lots of girls, a few boys. He gets shitfaced and wakes up with hangovers bigger than Mt. Fuji, and his mouth tastes like socks. He’s always relieved he doesn’t sleep with anyone.

His fridge is emptier, his bed bigger, his apartment larger and his heart lonelier. But he knows they can’t go back to what they were before.

Ohno seems like he’s doing okay.

The regular meetings become a bit more bearable every time, Ohno’s frown turns less visible with time. He’s hanging out a lot with Jun these days. Or he’s out fishing. Nino doesn’t bother asking if he’s alone, if he takes care, if he remembers to eat. Nino didn’t put up a fight, and he doesn’t feel like he should bother now.

Ohno had seemed so ready to let go.

One morning when they arrive at meeting, Ohno shuffles in and sits down, and Jun leans over, nudging him. “How’d it go?”

Ohno smiles a secret smile, looks down at his cell phone and then shrugs, which seems to be enough for Jun who looks annoyingly smug.

“I told you, right?”

Aiba and Sho arrive as the last ones and Ohno doesn’t get to reply before the meeting starts, but Nino has heard enough.

He lets go.

Nino finds a girl at a party. She’s pretty, not too stupid and she can keep her mouth shut, it seems, and while he’s buzzed, he can still think, and she takes his mind off what he can’t forget, namely Ohno and the girl he showed up with. And the ugly mark just beneath the neckline of Ohno’s shirt.

He pushes her into a deserted area of the hotel where the party is held; he kisses her and she giggles, widens her eyes, looks coy – all things he’d found attractive once upon a time. It’ll do for tonight.

“Yes,” the girl breathes into his ear and he reaches for her breasts; he remembers when he liked breasts. It’s pleasant, curves are nice, but it’s distracting when he keeps expecting to find hard angles, a lithe, toned body, and his fingers skirt her skin until it makes her shiver.

He grinds into her, grinds against her, and she pushes back.

A cough makes him stiffen. The girl hides her face in his neck as he turns. Ohno stands there, blinking slowly.

“Can I talk to you?”

“Really bad timing, Oh-chan,” he grits out. “It can wait.”

“Nino,” Ohno says again, insistent, and something about his tone makes Nino forget that he was trying to forget.

“One minute,” he says to the girl in his arms, his lips dance across the shell of her ear, and she nods against him before he steps back. When he steps over to Ohno, Ohno leads him away, to a corner where they are hidden by everyone else, and he crosses his arms, leans against the wall. He knows his stance will piss Ohno off, always has, always will. He takes sick pleasure in that.

“What do you want?”

“Nino, I –” Ohno begins but stops, averts his eyes, and Nino is struck for a second. He worries that it is something serious, something that will shatter the rest of them, and he wants to say so, to prompt him again, but then he spots the ugly red bruise on Ohno again, so poorly hidden, and Nino almost snarls. He would never leave such an ugly mark on Ohno, he’d put it where it could only be seen when Nino had peeled every piece of clothes off his body, could only be felt with intimate touches and knowledge of heated skin and forever.

“Spit it out,” he demands, angry all over again and Ohno seems taken aback with his tone. “Tired of your girlfriend already?”

Ohno blinks and Nino wants to stop spitting venom, but he can’t.

“If I asked you to, would you stop?” Ohno asks, just as Nino is about to turn and leave, return to where he left off.

Nino snorts. He’s still so angry even though he doesn’t want to be. “You’re such an asshole. And no. You’re not allowed to.”

He swivels and stalks away even though he feels what he leaves behind. But what he left standing against the wall before, the pretty girl with the kiss-swollen lips, has left and no matter where Nino looks, he can’t see her. He’s just about to say goodbye to everyone and leave the party when he sees Ohno and his girlfriend leave.

Ohno looks so small.

Nino forces the voice in his head quiet, the one that nags at the back of his head, the one that whispers that the only asshole here is Nino.

In lonely nights, in his void dreams, he thinks. He thinks - what he wouldn’t give to sink into skin-warm sheets, melt into Ohno’s arms and drown in his mouth and inhale his breath. He thinks of the late evening colored room when Ohno had asked him first.

Do you think something’s wrong with us?

Ohno had asked, concerned, because he’d felt it heaps and yards before Nino did. Nino had brushed him off, thinking it was all in Ohno’s head. If only it had been in Nino’s head, too. But it can’t be like before, Nino realizes. They’ve both been with other people, they’ve both done what they could to provoke reactions and ire, and Nino, shamefaced in the early morning hours, admits his part of the guilt.

He thinks of Ohno, who attempted to brave his anger, swallowed his pride and asked Nino not to do it. Nino had thrown it right back at him, hadn’t even spared it a second thought.

They’d both taken each other for granted.

He’s not angry anymore.

“I,” he says when Ohno lets him in. “I’m so sorry.”

Ohno is drawn and tired, but he lights up. “I love you,” he says helplessly and when he hugs Nino to him, Nino folds. He shivers, because his stomach is fluttering, he’s shaking, trembling, and he burns where Ohno’s fingertips trail paths over his skin.

“I love you,” Nino breathes into Ohno’s neck, clings to him and doesn’t want to let go.

Never again will he make Ohno want to kiss someone else. He’ll make sure Ohno never wants to look at anyone else. He’ll make sure he wants to stay in Nino’s arms.

He’ll make sure they won’t make the same mistakes again.

*

EDITS, CORRECTIONS. BRING 'EM.
~~Also, what's with me and titles that begins with "All..."?~~

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Rikke? Writing Ohmiya? I MISSED THAT!!! ;_;

*reads*

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I've always loooved your angst ♥♥

Please keep on writing~!

And..yeah..the REAL Ohmiya...really changed T.T I miss the old days (AnS moments to be exact 8D!!

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