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rikke_leonhartSo here's another tiny addition.
Also, more thoughts on Glee (I'm alive!) after I get back from work or alternatively, if I have time before I go to the Patrick Fucking Wolf concert tomorrow (OMG).
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2.
Ohno has faceplanted on the couch and he’s letting out gurgling noises Nino supposes mean he’s enjoying whatever painful massage thing Aiba is doing to him.
When he looks up from his DS, he sees Aiba lean all his weight on his elbow, pressing into Ohno’s lower back. Ohno’s spine gives a resounding crack.
Ohno groans.
“That was a good sound, right?” Aiba asks, beaming. “Mom always says that I’m being too violent.”
“It looked violent,” Nino chips in, kind of worried. Ohno bruises easily, like ripe fruit, he’s going to look like the result of domestic abuse.
He really hopes Ohno doesn’t have any shirtless photo shoots coming up in the near future. Ohno makes a sound that, hey, is borderline sexual and Nino twists on the floor, disturbed. “What on earth are you doing? Are your bones going to be alright?”
“I’m fi- oooh, I’m fine,” Ohno rasps, voice a touch deeper and huskier in quality.
Aiba looks awed, hands stilling. “Did I just unleash your sex voice?”
Ohno is the kind of person who gets embarrassed over very trivial stuff. Being called out on his sex voice is not one of them. “Maybe, sort of? Nino?”
Aiba cackles.
Nino’s neck tingles. “Shut up and don’t manhandle my boyfriend,” he snaps.
“It was an accident!” Aiba exclaims, but he’s laughing and Ohno looks like he’s about to fall asleep again.
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It’s raining and Nino is grumbling, because who the fuck is going to work when his boyfriend is home for the first time in weeks and seriously, why is this his life again?
They’re sharing an umbrella, and it’s a bit too small to fit two people, but personal space is basically nonexistent by this point, so it’s not a problem. They skip over a puddle and he laughs when Ohno’s fingers dig into his side, sort of possessive, but not really, and it feels good.
Aiba’s mother is already pushing Ohno into what has become his usual seat, tucked away at the back of the restaurant where he can remain inconspicuous for the most part. For the most part. There is still that one incident sometime in the early afternoon where a group of giggling girls recognize him and fawn over him, and Nino would be murderous if not for Ohno’s relaxed and amused smile, how he says goodbye to them by sealing his own lips.
They understand.
Nino huffs and then yelps when Aiba pokes him viciously. “Nino is scary,” Aiba stage-whispers.
“Nino will kick your butt,” Nino hisses back even as he smiles sweetly at a customer. “What can I do for you?”
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When Nino wakes, it’s because he’s reaching for someone who isn’t there and he’s frowning even before he’s consciously aware of it.
On stockinged feet, he pads to the living room where Ohno is.
He stops, because Ohno is singing. It’s so weird, that for someone like Ohno who lives off his singing, who makes hearts breathless with his sirenesque voice, he doesn’t actually live and breathe music the same way Nino does.
“..I just want to love this feeling of seeking each other,” Ohno is singing quietly, more of an afterthought than meant for other ears, and Nino loves him. Ohno breathes life and colour into Nino’s words, a new kind of electricity that cackles along Nino’s veins, because…because he doesn’t hear Ohno often like this, it’s all the more beautiful and it unhinges him in more ways than one. It’s unsettling and he should be scared. But he’s not.
He steps closer, brings out his voice in harmony and Ohno doesn’t even startle.
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“And three days,” Ohno says into Nino’s ear, mutters it into his neck, breathes it into his collarbones and Nino holds on. He’ll join Ohno in Osaka in three days, and it’ll be the first time he’s there, standing vigil in the wing instead of watching the display on his phone and willing it to ring when show time is over.
It’s not Nino’s dream anymore. It used to be, but it’s not. It’s difficult to explain, and his stomach isn’t lurching every time he hears words he’s written, but he aches with every note and every syllable for reasons he can’t quite figure out. He’s grateful.
“Every night,” Ohno murmurs, some answer to something Nino hasn’t asked yet, and Nino can’t. He holds him closer, tugs him impossibly near, and not even Jun’s apologetic presence can make him drop everything.
His presence throws Ohno off kilter as much as it anchors him, inexplicably, and they’re trying to find that middle ground. He’ll have to stay with Ohno the rest of the shows, because if he’s there, he’s not sure he can go and leave Ohno in an unfamiliar city. Ohno, who whispers on his phone at night, hums and promises, says the lights were beautiful and means it.
“I’ll bring my camera,” Nino says, holds on to his valour and faces Ohno because he can.
Ohno brushes his lips over the corner of Nino’s mouth, and Nino shivers.
“And your guitar,” Ohno insists, and Nino knows he’s found.
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AN: Lyrics from Yume by Shibata Rie, translated by the lovely Becky at taijiproject.
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Date: 2011-11-09 02:24 pm (UTC)... in a good way. =)
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Date: 2011-11-10 12:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-09 03:30 pm (UTC)And can I just say that I loved how Nino woke up when he realized Ohno wasn't there? /sniff
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Date: 2011-11-10 12:25 pm (UTC)There's a quite a bit going on in my head about this 'verse, and everything isn't always this peaceful and lovable LOL Le's see if I ever write it out.
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Date: 2011-11-11 04:24 pm (UTC)I love the line Ohno is the kind of person who gets embarrassed over very trivial stuff. Being called out on his sex voice is not one of them. “Maybe, sort of? Nino?” too much for words. How your brain thinks up such adorable moments, I will never know ♥
I love how they can be playful and cheery around their friends (ie: Aiba), but when you write them together it just becomes so tender and simplistic that sometimes my heart can't take it. Their promises of just three more days until they can see each other felt so delicate and frail, like they would crack down the middle if they couldn't see each other soon. And, for some reason, I feel that they just might.
“And your guitar,” Ohno insists, and Nino knows he’s found. Girl, yes.
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Date: 2011-11-15 10:29 pm (UTC)I'm so happy you continue to enjoy it since it all started for you ♥
And yes, their love is consuming, something they'll address at a later point when they both find themselves in a position to realize it properly.
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Date: 2012-02-20 07:21 pm (UTC)Ah, Aiba. ;D
OMG OHNO'S SEX VOICE MADE ME FANGIRL AND FLAIL SO HARD. jealous!Nino FTW. :)
“And your guitar,” Ohno insists, and Nino knows he’s found. *____*♥♥
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Date: 2012-02-21 10:20 am (UTC)