Hushed extra!

[801rabu]

Alternative scenario for chapter 2.

In case anyone's wondering - this has nothing to do with how the story develops. Nino is not being half raped or whatever, even though he seems to be rejecting Ohno. Maybe he's just afraid of being caught or whatever.

So, just a lame excuse to draw some ohmiya action in Popcorn outfits (I'm such a junkie for those ¬_¬).



This takes place after the first section of the concert, when they're changing and the cascade video is on for the audience.



Summary: On the second night, Ohno confesses. And Nino, well, Nino is adamant. At first.

I can’t stand him getting near me anymore.

Unfortunately, I have no choice but to cast these feelings of hate and loathing aside before I end up having a mental breakdown in front of all the people in this Dome. So I get my shit together, glue the trademark kawaii Nino smile on and wait till the parade is over. But on our way to the changing room, Ohno catches the fabric of my white shirt softly, leaving me no choice but to look at him. Well, I should say shot daggers at that damned face, because by now, I'm short of patience really.

"What?!!" No masks this time around. We're alone in the corridor and what the fuck, this shit he provoked might as well explode in the middle of an Arashi performance, I don't care anymore. He seems susrprised by my angry retort, and confused once I toss his hand violently. He still has the bollocks to act as if he undertands nothing though.

Enough.

"Yesterday. I was fucking awake yesterday you sack of filth. So what? Are you fucking amnesiac because I'm getting the feeling you want to go on as if nothing hapenned. Guess your retarded mind is only waiting for night to come and innocently invite me to a nice sleepover when you can again-"

"Don’t. Don’t say it." He reacts quicker than I could ever expect from him. His face flushes, His mouth makes strange and ugly quirks. "I don’t know… I saw you leaving this morning, and I realized. I would never have you. It felt… like a sentence, like a punishment for what I did. You were escaping from me but I just wanted to erase it all, or... start again so I could have you as long as I could.”

“In any way possible” I snap, the rasp cutting trough him.

“Just wanted to be with you when getting asleep. That's how it all started. And now, I hoped to start anew, change things so that maybe I could also wake up with you by my side some day.” He’s playing the soft guy role now? “I guess I was trying to size you, catch your whole attention before the tour finished. From then on I could only see you twice a week or so right?” He sighs, as if taking a break before telling me the worst part.

“I’m not proud of what happened yesterday, but I don’t repent either. That’s all I could ever have after all”.

“So you just take it?!” This guy’s pushing the wrong buttons once and again. Won’t he just apologize and shut the fuck up?

“For once, I felt like I deserved it you know? I’ve always been there for you. Even now, after so many years, even having become grown men, you still felt like going to bed by my side as if it were the most natural thing. You sleep at ease around me. You feel safe. I just wondered… would it be so different? I imagined that instead of getting asleep you kept coming closer to me, I dreamed about you seeking my warmth. It didn’t sound so unlikely, given the comfortable mood between us yesterday.

So I kept daydreaming… picturing how I’d finally make my move, and then you wouldn’t stop me. Instead, you would open to me shyly… oversensitive to each of my caresses. That made me instantly hard.”

My guts feel uneasy at that, my ears turn bright red. It’s so goddamn embarrassing, that only thinking about me may trigger such reactions in him.

“I fisted myself, but that night it wasn’t enough. I’ve jacked off many times with you sleeping in the same room – but this time… I even considered making you awake, confessing to see if you would respond just like the Nino of my fantasies, or whether you’d punch me hard. You kept sleeping tough, or that's what you made me believe, and for me it was too late to take my hand off you. You felt amazing.”

Too much information. I’m more than overwhelmed, my heart bumps nervously and I feel ashamed as hell. A telling blush has spread all over my face and I see it clearly, he knows… he’s looking at me like a predator, and this time I’ve got no way out. Mostly because right now I lack the will to search for it. I turn my head in a last effort to stop this, but when he touches my jaw I recognize I practically lost the game, and this time around, I’m somehow gladly aware he won’t have to steal anything from me.

"Tell me Nino... would it be so different?

***

I don't even know how the fuck I managed to hide the hard on from showing in these shinny blue pants I'm wearing now. It surely must be due to some cosmic fortuity that we are so far away from each other on stage for the next minutes, because I don't know what the fuck would have happened otherwise. A whole audience staring at Ninomiya's so obvious dick all pent up. Terrific.

Not that my mind can get any hotter. Maybe, just maybe, I'd happily accept an invitation to another nice sleepover after all.