Outlook on Love (4/7)

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Title:Outlook on Love [4/7]
Genre: Romance/ Humour/AU
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ohmiya and Sakuraiba with hints of past Sakumoto
Disclaimer: They own me not vice versa
Beta: tonieboo0013 
Warning: Slash and language.
Summary: It all started with a blind date. How could Nino know it would escalate to this? How could he know that an ordinary artist would change his entire outlook on love?
A/N: I know I disappeared again, but this time I come bearing updates.

 

It was early Saturday morning, two weeks following to the date incident and Nino found himself falling into the beginnings of a routine. Aiba’s thunderous laughter and Ohno’s calm aura were becoming familiar, as was Saturday morning coffee at the small diner. The pair would meet at nine sharp, well Nino would, as Ohno often came ambling in whenever he fell out of bed. Aiba would welcome them warmly, as only he could, coming to chat when there were lulls and he wasn’t too busy flirting with a certain reserved waiter.

He had tried to persuade Jun to come each week, but after the news of Sho’s job at the restaurant, all hope was lost. Sho, on the other hand, was becoming bolder with Nino. Even attempting conversation when Ohno took a bathroom break and the opportunity arose where Nino was left sitting alone. At first, Nino had avoided any kind of confrontation with the man, and he still tried, but he found it was almost too easy to fall back into his old friendship with Sho. He often caught himself with a response longer than a couple words perched on his tongue, but all he had to do was remember Jun’s face and his cold demeanour would fall back into place. He was sure, however, that Sho was aware that he was wearing down the musician and thus was taking advantage of the situation and attacking at any chance he got.

Ohno was talking unhurriedly about a painting he’d started a couple days previous, stopping every couple sentences to take a sip of his coffee and pausing a moment, his face scrunching up adorably, to remember what he’d been saying before repeating. He was in the middle of one of his coffee breaks when Aiba came sauntering up to them, a cocky smile gracing his features. A quick glance around the room was enough to tell that the place was dead.

“Was there ever any doubt that I could do it?” Aiba grinned, leaning against their booth, arms crossed confidently.

Ohno looked above the rim of his coffee, still gracefully placed at his mouth, expression intrigued. His eyes held enough inquisitiveness that no words were needed, so Aiba turned to Nino with an expectant look, as if he wouldn’t answer unless the younger man showed some interest, which Nino knew Aiba to be incapable of but still shrugged. “I’m curious to what you’ve actually done right for once.”

Aiba stuck his tongue out in response to Nino’s remark, but didn’t let it distract him from what he’d come to boast about. “I asked Sho out and he said yes, so I basically won him over.”

“Was it torture or electric shock?” Ohno smiled mischievously, as Aiba pretended to be offended and Nino burst into hysterics.

“Electric shock,” Aiba countered impishly. “No matter the methods, he said yes, so it doesn’t matter what plotting went into it because a yes is a yes, forced or not.”

“And those are the wise words of a desperate man,” Nino chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee before reaching over to pat Aiba’s arm, “But don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for you.”

“That’s all I wanted to hear,” Aiba beamed, clasping Nino’s shoulder firmly, spotting Sho across the diner and was off with a wink.

Nino was beginning to let go of his bitterness, if only a little, because a happy Aiba, though far from rare, was becoming more important than an old grudge. His loyalty to Jun remained strong, but the man had dumped his best friend and whether he approved of it or not, enough time had passed that the man would eventually move on and Nino reluctantly had to admit that he’d want it to be Aiba, if he absolutely had to date someone else. He would, of course, never tell any of that to Jun. If Jun asked, he was as much against it as he had been from the start.

“It had to happen, eventually,” Ohno shrugged, “Aiba can really turn on the charm when he wants to.”

“I pity the man that has to reject Aiba‘s hopeful face,” Nino shook his head solemnly, “Sho probably didn’t stand a chance.”

A voice from behind them cause them both to startle, Nino nearly dropping his cup, as they heard, “I didn’t stand a chance against what?”

The musician, unthinkingly, laughed and immediately responded, “Aiba’s wily ways.”

Sho watched as his face changed to realization and began to settle back into coldness, something Sho was entirely too sick of, and couldn’t help himself from muttering, “Please don’t.”

Nino’s face was completely impassive when he turned to look at the waiter, but his eyes were distressed. Pleading Aiba not to touch on a subject that Nino tried so desperately to avoid; tried so desperately to pretend he didn’t give two shits about. It was easier to act cold when their past remained in the past, unspoken but not forgotten, and he could at least convince himself that their friendship was old news and that Sho was an asshole. Having him stand in front of him, about to touch on the forbidden subject, behaving quite the opposite as he should be, was enough to throw any man off.

“Can you tell Aiba I’d like the bill, thank you,” Nino spoke briskly, pretending he hadn’t heard, and gave one last ditch attempt at eluding a conversation he would never be prepared for.

“Nino,” Sho spoke through gritted teeth, his voice had an underlying tone of annoyance that was badly hid, and Nino decided Sho probably wanted him to hear it. “Would you just talk to me?”

Nino bristled, his voice matching Sho’s tenor easily and his face the perfect picture of someone who was wasting his time talking about something ludicrous, “I talk to you all the time, Sho.”

“No, I talk and you respond with three words, if I’m lucky. That hardly counts as conversation,” Sho ground his teeth together, losing his composure quickly.

“I talk to you all the time, Sho,” Nino counted the words on his fingers as he spoke, “That’s eight.”

“Would you just quit being a complete ass for about five minutes, so maybe we could hold a proper conversation?” Sho threw his hands up, his composure long gone and replaced with a look of pure exasperation.

“I have nothing I want to say to you,” Nino glared, fury rolling off him in waves and even though Sho knew he’d crossed some kind of invisible line, he was long past caring.

“Then let me go first,” Sho put his hand up when Nino opened his mouth to respond. “Look, I loved Jun. I really did, but it wasn’t passionate love, it was comfortable. Everything about Jun was familiar and unchanging, and I was afraid to leave because leaving meant change and an unpleasant one at that, because if I left it meant I’d leave both of you. It would mean chaos and loneliness. Losing both of you was enough to convince myself that I was just having doubts, that it was just a phase that would pass, but then you slipped about the proposal.

“When you told me, everything felt wrong. I should have been as happy as you. I should have felt something besides the knot of dread in my stomach. I spent ages thinking about what I should do, whether I should marry him or break it off before everything got too complicated,” Sho laughed bitterly before continuing, “Of course everything was already complicated because I knew now that he loved me enough to propose, and the excitement in your voice when you told me was enough to confirm that if I left, I’d be losing two of the most important people in my life.

“But, as much as I loved you both, I also loved me. I loved me enough to think about my happiness, and the more I thought about it, the clearer it became that if I stayed, I wouldn’t be happy. And neither would you guys because if I married Jun, I’d be miserable and you’d both end up resenting me anyways. If I could change the way things turned out, if I could have just stayed Jun’s friend, I would in a heartbeat, but things turned out the way they did. I did fall in and out of love with Jun, and I did lose both of you. Those are realities I face daily, and believe me it’s painful, but ultimately I know that at least, if anything, I didn’t do something that would result in worse misery for all of us, when the truth came out, and I know it would’ve eventually.”

Nino listened carefully and both Sho and Ohno watched as his façade began to slowly fade from his face and a flurry of emotions replaced it. First, as he listened to Sho speak about Jun being unchanging, was anger, but it was quickly replaced with hurt. He felt irrational, but by Sho moving on, it meant that Nino didn’t mean enough to him. It wasn’t even him breaking up with Jun, though that did play a part, but the fact that he hadn’t felt as if he could tell Nino any of these things, hadn’t even called him or tried to communicate with him in anyway after the break-up.

“You could have called me,” Nino murmured, “You could have at least done that.”

Sho looked confused for a moment before realization dawned on him, “I guess I just figured you wouldn’t want anything to do with me.”

“I waited for you to call, I waited for an explanation before jumping to conclusions, but when you just dumped him and disappeared, I knew that you‘d planned it. It wasn’t just him you didn’t want anymore, it was me too.” Nino’s voice was shaky, but he inhaled sharply and turned to glower at his speechless ex-friend.

Nino jumped a little when he felt Ohno’s hand grip his across the tabletop, because he’d honestly forgotten the older man was there. It felt good though, a nice kind of comforting, to know that Ohno was there, that if nobody else, he cared. He squeezed it lightly, conveying his wordless appreciation.

“Oh, Nino,” Sho breathed out, his voice also a little shaky, “I should’ve known you’d think that, you always are quick to self-depreciate. I figured that after I broke up with Jun, you’d hate me. If I’d known I still had a chance to be friends with you, my fingers wouldn’t have been able dial the phone fast enough.”

Nino opened his mouth, but wasn’t surprised when nothing came out. He felt a familiar longing to reach out and pull Sho into a hug, but Ohno’s hand kept him in his seat and away from possible regret. He was confused, he didn’t know what that confession meant. A picture of Jun flashed in his mind and he was torn. Torn between his loyalty to one of his best friends and his longing for the other. It was too much, too much to deal with sitting at a booth in a restaurant owned by Sho’s new possible lover, holding hands with his new sort of boyfriend. It was so surreal and he found himself blinking, taking in how much everyone’s lives had changed since then.

“I just… I need time to think, okay?” Nino’s voice was pleading, as he was feeling suddenly claustrophobic and in desperate need of air.

When he made no move to get up though, Ohno smiled softly at Sho and carefully guided the musician up and out of his chair and towards the exit. He handed Aiba more than enough to cover the bill and ignored the questioning look he received. Outside of the building, Nino found himself gasping for air. He felt winded, as if suddenly there wasn’t enough air to keep him alive, and he was gulping down air in desperation. He hardly noticed the tears streaming down his face and was surprised when he felt Ohno brushing them away.

“Shh,” He hushed, still thumbing tears away, “I’m really proud of you.”

Nino looked up, his curiosity winning over his need for unnecessary air. “Why? I didn’t even forgive him.”

Ohno smiled, but said nothing, choosing instead to grip his hand and drag him towards the subway. He met no objections and with that he led him onto the familiar platform and to the train that would eventually lead them to Ohno’s dingy apartment. Sitting on the train, Ohno reached his free hand to brush Nino’s lips softly, following it with a chaste kiss. The action wasn’t provocative, but the look he was given was far from innocent.

When they arrived at the apartment, Nino smiling slightly at the dinner dishes they’d used a couple nights prior still sitting in the exact same spot on the counter, Ohno gave him a shy smile before tugging him slightly towards the bedroom that had only been used for sleeping since that night.

Nino grinned at Ohno’s far from subtle actions, leaning down to capture his lips in a heated kiss. They’d shared many heated kisses in the past couple weeks, but it was somehow different knowing what they were leading to eventually. Ohno responded immediately, submitting completely to Nino’s kisses and letting himself be practically carried to the bed. It was different than before, there were more feelings behind their actions, more tenderness. On their first night it had only been unbridled lust and hunger, no real intense feelings.

His tongue was still exploring Ohno’s mouth as he fumbled with both of their clothing. He only broke the kiss to pull Ohno’s shirt over his head, planting kisses on his neck and bare chest afterwards, before repeating the action with his own button-up.

With plenty more fumbling, they finally found themselves naked and pressed flush against each other, exactly the desired closeness they’d been looking for. Nino’s hand was sneaking down to wrap around Ohno’s penis, pumping a few times and relishing the way his eyes scrunched up in pleasure and his arousing voice when he let out a soft moan.

“Nino,” Ohno gasped, feeling a finger playing with his slit, “Stop teasing.”

The younger man chuckled, enjoying the tortured look on his boyfriend’s face. He blew a soft breath on his ear, before taking it in his mouth and nibbling. “I hadn’t even begun teasing.”

The sensation caused Ohno to buck his hips into Nino’s hand, begging Nino for anything more than the loose fist he had over the other’s throbbing member.

The musician kept the lazy pace, loosely pumping the other man while leaning down to take a nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling indolently. He was enjoying the opportunity to explore Ohno’s sculpted body again, taking time to appreciate every detail, even if the artist was nearly crying in frustration.

When he’d felt Ohno had been tortured enough, his penis standing proudly between his legs, already leaking pre-cum, he relented and reached for the bedside table. Digging out the lube, once again struck by how it totally went against the innocent face staring back at him. Slicking up one finger, he lined it up at Ohno’s hole and guided it in, feeling the arousing tightness as it intruded.

They moaned simultaneously, as Nino pumped a few times before adding another slicked finger. Ohno was thrusting up to meet him by the third finger, craving more friction, and voicing what he wanted rather incoherently.

“You. Inside. Me. Now.”

Nino laughed, which died half-way in his throat pitifully when Ohno purposely squeezed his hole around the fingers, a preview of what was to come.

With no more restraint left in his body, Nino covered himself with lube quickly, so far gone that even his own hand was enough to have him emitting another moan. Without so much as a warning, he was pushing the head into the older man’s hole, letting out a whimper as the tightness engulfed him.

Below him, Ohno was squirming, as the feeling was still relatively new to him. It was painful, yes, but it wasn’t enough to stop him from urging Nino to continue when he paused for a moment. Nino began a fast rhythm, pounding into him as he had no self-control and was going purely by what felt the best. Judging by the guttural moans slipping from the artist’s mouth, it was a good pace for both of them.

Nino felt himself getting closer, but was determined to at least outlast Ohno this time. He knew he’d won when he felt Ohno’s hole clenching tightly around his member, cum squirting onto his own body and the sheets below. With that, he let himself go, calling Ohno’s name loudly, unloading himself inside Ohno, who gasped at the weird sensation of being filled.

It was after Nino had cleaned them both, now familiar with where he kept the wash cloths, that he allowed himself to pull the sleepy man towards him, kissing his forehead sweetly and grinning when Ohno reached down to position their heads so he could place another lingering kiss to his lips.

“I was really proud of you,” Ohno smiled sleepily, drifting off without another word.

Nino let the happy feeling in his gut consume him, as he too fell into a light sleep, Ohno tight against his body.
 

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I know, I know! I left for a month, came back, and then left for a month again. BUT this time I actually wrote while I was away (Vacation) and I am 8 updates ahead! AND I have a new series. So please don't kill me. I hope no one has forgotten about it either because lately it has been my baby.