rinoahyuna

Fair and Square, Ohno/Nino
PG, 1249 words
Ohmiya drabble collection, part 14
Available in AO3

"Oh-chan, the three idiots are coming over. For dinner. J said they bought take-outs from that restaurant we went to once, I think. Now go put some pants on." he announces once he got off the phone with Jun, mentally calculating how long it'll take for their friends to arrive while eyeing Ohno's ass lying prone on the sofa.

It's a pretty enticing sight, to be honest, and Nino would be lying if he says he doesn't particularly enjoy eye-balling Ohno's perky, barely-clothed butt on display - because he does, who the fuck doesn't, anyway - but they're having their friends over so, tough luck. That ass needs to be covered up quick or there won't be any Arashi members stepping over that threshold anytime soon.

"Satoshi, don't make me repeat myself, please. Those three could be here any minute now. Get your ass off that couch before I make you."

Ohno barely stirs from his sprawl on the couch, but he does roll over to mash his face against the cushion, thus effectively showing more of that tantalizing asset of his for Nino to enjoy.

Not now, goddamnit. "Don't wanna."

"You're a goddamn asshole, I hope you know that," Nino mutters.

He heaves a sigh and decides to take it upon himself to get Ohno his pants, more for his own sake than anything. He takes a quick trip to the bedroom and grabs the first sweatpants he could find and goes back to find Ohno doing crunches on the carpeted floor, Ohno's back to him and that delicious ass on fucking display again, that bastard.

Throat dry, he walks the rest of the way to where Ohno is (mock) working out, and throws the sweatpants on Ohno where it lands on Ohno's back when he's close enough to do so.

"Put. That. On."

Ohno slows to a stop, stretches, then rolls on his back, uncaring about the sight he provoked as Nino surveys him over. Nino's eyes stop to linger at Ohno's half-hard dick prominently tenting the front of his boxers, shoving his arms under his head, the teasing jerk, as he lays there, grinning lazily up at Nino.

"Why?"

Nino closes his eyes and seriously feels a headache coming. To both heads, apparently, he could already feel it. He clears his throat and swallows the urge to scream, to cry, or both, because, now's not the right time, damn it all. He's this close from jumping Ohno and maybe punch the shit out of him, but his head down south is considering other options, like humping that stupid tease till they both come in their boxers, right there on the floor, for being such a grade A dick.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have enough time to do that, either.

"Didn't you hear me? I said the guys are coming over, they'll be bringing dinner so stop being an ass and put on that pants!"

"Why should I?" Ohno asks, unperturbed, as he rises from the floor, gracefully, the only way he knows how, and deliberately teasing Nino because he's a bastard like that. Nino knows because the way the corner of Ohno's mouth twitches tells Nino he's doing this on purpose.

"It's not like it's the first time they'll be seeing me clad in my boxers, so what's this fuss all about?"
Nino's would-be headache snowballs into a teeny-tiny rage. A nerve in his temple twitches.

"Are you being serious right now?" he half-yells, pushing forward and ducking down to grab the pants he threw at Ohno earlier at the same time Ohno surges from the floor and does an amazing trick at disappearing before Nino even gets his hands on him.

Ohno then materializes near the door to the kitchen, and Nino doesn't realize he's followed until he watches Ohno twists around to go back towards the direction of the living room where they came from.

"Where are you going? Get back here and put this on -"

"Dont. Want. To." Ohno says, dancing away from Nino's grabby hands, lips stretching into a full-blown smile as Nino half-runs to catch up. They ended up in a tangled mess on the carpeted floor, he is sitting on Ohno quite literally, struggling to get Ohno to put on the pants while Ohno laughs boisterously under his weight.

"I'm going to punch you in the face! Stop moving, oh my god -"

"No no no no, get away from me!"

"They're almost here, stop moving -"

"I want to be naked when they arrive, get off me!"

"Not gonna happen, you jerk, I said stop moving -" Nino growls, concentrating - he's just managed to slip the pants on one of Ohno's legs, just one more, then stops when someone that clearly doesn't sound either he or Ohno says,

It's Aiba. "Um, guys? Is everything alright?"

Nino shuts his eyes close at the same time Ohno waves a hand at their visitor in greeting.

"Nope," Ohno says at the same time Nino mutters, "Yeah, just give us a minute,"

"Um," Aiba hums, at the same time two more voices follow, and Nino really wishes he didn't leave the front door open, as what Aiba suggested he should, earlier.

"Oh my god what is this," Jun exclaims, the sound of plastic hitting the floor just as Sho follows it with a muffled, "Jesus, on the floor?!"

Ohno's laughter follows a second later, at the same time Nino lets himself fall over Ohno in shame, muttering about stupid boyfriends and equally stupid friends under his breath.

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"I was just asking him to put on some pants!" Nino insists, for the nth time since they've all migrated to the dining area to eat. Everyone, including his bastard of a boyfriend, is snickering, obviously enjoying one of Nino's very few moments of shame.

"It sure didn't look like it," Jun snorts as he exchanges meaningful glances with Sho. Nino rolls his eyes and elbows Ohno on the rib, thus effectively halting the older man from stuffing his mouth with more food.

"What?" Ohno muses, reaching over to grab Nino's arm before it inflicts further damage.

"This is your fault, you idiot," he mutters, watching Ohno one-handedly feed himself with fried shrimp. "They thought I was stripping you naked when it was obviously the opposite!"
Ohno giggles even with his mouth full. The others do, too.

"It won't be the first time we caught you trying to get it on with Leader, so why are you so pissed?"
Aiba smirks, like he knows this is the case and is simply trying to prove his point. Nino barely resisted the urge to throw his chopsticks right at Aiba's head for what he said.

"It's because I wasn't -"

"He wasn't," Ohno cuts in, before Nino can even finish. "I was being playful and I know it would piss him off if I said no, so I did," Ohno says, the look on his eyes softening as he gazes at Nino. Then, he leans over and, with his clean left hand, he thumbs Nino's jaw and bumps their foreheads together.

"Sorry," Ohno whispers, just loud enough for Nino to hear, and Nino's slight anger and frustration dissipate like mist.

He scowls but otherwise leans further into Ohno's touch, not minding Jun's comments in the background about people doing lewd things in front of other people, and muttering about a payback later on.

Ohno smiles and presses a quick, soft kiss to Nino's cheek in answer.