Oestaira's Fanfic World -

“If someone catches us, I’m saying it was your idea.”

Ohno pouted at Nino’s statement.  “But it was your idea.”

Nino grabbed the older man’s hand while peaking around the corner.  “I’m still saying it was yours.”  The slighter boy seemed satisfied that no one was coming down the dark hallway and move across the hall, his accomplice in tow. 

The dim emergency light above the doorway barely illuminated the label ‘Studio 10-A’ on the pale indigo door.  Nino let the weight of his petite hand tentatively test the door handle, a small sigh rising from his frame when the metal slowly and easily gave way to the pressure.

“Unlocked.  Come on.”  Ohno was still blinking obliviously at the dark corridor when he was dragged inside the room.  The door closed with a quiet ‘click’ and the younger man flicked the foremost lights on.  Ohno blinked and squinted under the harsh glow as Nino set immediately to the task at hand.

“Why are we doing this again?”  The quiet mumble seemed to shatter Nino’s concentration and he turned to look at his partner in crime, his brow knitting slightly.

“You remember the time Jun-kun pelted me with paintballs?”  A slight ‘nn’ was his only reply as he went back to riffling through Jun’s bag that he had carelessly left in the studio hours before.  “And I replaced his after-shave with Icy-Hot for revenge?”  There was a pause and Nino could hear the minute smile in the second ‘nn’.  “Right, this is the same thing.”

“It’s just a picture.”  Ohno was half mumbling to himself.

Nino scoffed.  “That’s not the point.  He’ll use it against me.  And it’s not ‘just a picture’.  He’ll use its powers for evil.  You have no understanding of the art of covert war.

“What the hell…?”  Ohno turned his attention to the other man hunched over their band mate’s bag.  Nino lifted up an erotic magazine between two fingers before dropping it on the floor with a grimace, soon followed by a tube of lotion which joined the literature in the same unceremonious manner.  “No, that’s not suspicious at all.”  His voice dripped with sing-song sarcasm.

Ohno tipped his head at the items, blinking hard before letting out a soft “Uwa!” 

“Found it!”  Nino’s exclamation of glee prompted the older man to tear his gaze away from the erotic images on the floor.  He placed his hands on his younger friend’s shoulders and knelt to look at the picture poised in Nino’s fingertips.

The picture was of Nino sleeping.  Not incriminating or harmful in its own right, but it was the manner in which he was sleeping that had prompted Jun to snap the photo in the first place.  His expression was the same as any other of the numerous photos of him sleeping: his lips barely parted, his brows relaxed over closed eyes caught in lucid dreaming.  It was the rest of the picture that was so infallibly compromising. 

His shirt was hitched up above his rib cage, obviously by means of his right hand that was resting on his chest, two fingers still caught in the fabric of the night shirt.  His left leg had drawn up out of the covers and tangled with it, kicking most of it free from his body and exposing the very obvious erection in his boxers.

Nino didn’t seem to mind his best friend seeing the incriminating evidence.  That is, until he heard the slight hitch in Ohno’s breathing and felt the hands on his shoulders shift to bare more weight as the older man unintentionally leaned to get a better look. 

The scene in Nino’s head was like an engine switching gears without the clutch as his mind tried to wrap around the sudden discomfort that engulfed the room.  Then there was warm breath brushing his ear and all mental processes grinded to a halt.  He barely processed the fact that Ohno was reaching around him slowly and gently plucking the picture from between his fingertips. 

“Mah—”  The quiet voice sent vibrations up his spine that seemed to echo through his skull.  “What were you dreaming?”  It was a genuine question—albeit a strange one—and Nino suddenly found his mouth dry and unresponsive.

“I…I don’t r-remember.” 

Ohno hummed slightly and reached around Nino once more, holding the picture out for him.  “Must have been a nice dream.”  His voice was a fine vibration dancing over the crook of Nino’s neck, trickling down his shoulder blades to where the older man’s chest was pressed against his back.  He found that he had to close his eyes to better handle the unexpected twinge of excitement that the mere feel of Ohno’s voice had caused.

“Oh-ch…” Nino was cut off as the door suddenly swung open and a bright flash blinded both of them.

A nasal ‘Wahoo!’ and hasty retreat sliced through the seductive haze and Nino was out the door chasing Jun and his camera down the hall way, screaming obscenities. 

Ohno settled back on his heels, cupping his chin in his palm with a pleased smile as he slipped the forgotten picture in to his back pocket.