Outlook on Love [5/7]

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Title:Outlook on Love [5/7]
Genre: Romance/ Humour/AU
Rating: PG-13
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: Yay! (Day past) Birthday post!

It was early Saturday morning and Nino found himself reluctantly awoken by rustling in the kitchen and murmuring voices. It wasn’t abnormal, per se, but usually the men Jun slept with didn’t stay long enough for conversations and definitely not long enough to wake him. He was irritated, to say the least, but also curious to who had captured Jun’s attention so much that he hadn’t kicked him out the moment he woke up.

 

He wandered down the stairs, almost feeling like he was sneaking around in his own apartment. When he reached the kitchen, he ran a hand through his hair casually and ambled in, as if he was always up at seven in the morning. Right away, he was struck by how absolutely stunning the man was, all tousled hair and defined abs. He was something Nino wouldn’t mind getting up at seven in the morning to view, even if it did make him feel kind of perverted. The dark jeans were the only thing he was wearing and they were unzipped, hanging open, giving him more of a show than he was expecting so early in the morning.

 

“Err, hello,” Nino spoke up, noticing the two men hadn’t even glanced at him since his arrival.

 

“Hi, Nino,” Jun grinned, obviously not feeling as awkward as him about the whole situation that was unfolding. “This is Sato Matsuda, Matsuda this is Nino, my roommate.”

 

“Uh, nice to meet you,” Matsuda smiled, blushing slightly as he turned to face him, apparently noticing his lack of clothing.

 

“You, too,” Nino returned the smile companionably, moving past the two to the coffee maker, deciding that if he was going to be up at this time in the morning, he’d at least need a little caffeine in his system.

 

“Matsuda recognized me last night, he listens to my show,” Jun beamed, sipping his coffee and looking at the man in front of him fondly, as he did to any fan of his.

 

The show Jun had referred to was Jun Style, the radio show he hosted every weekday afternoon. It was popular, Nino would admit, but every compliment seemed to go right to his head. He knew it was Jun’s greatest accomplishment, he remembered how ecstatic he’d been when they’d called him back with the job offer. Though, since the break-up, he’d used it as a weapon. With the surprising amount of listeners in the places he frequented, just mention his name and he always had options as to who he should bring home with him.

 

Though, Matsuda wasn’t starring at him awe-struck, like many of the guys he saw following Jun up to his bedroom. He seemed entirely unaffected, sipping a cup of coffee and watching the morning news on the television. Actually, the one starring at the moment was Jun, following the contours of the man’s body with an appreciative look. Nino could understand this, though, as the man’s picture was probably next to the word gorgeous in the dictionary. He was tall, easily towering over both men, with lengthy, dark brown hair that fell just about his shoulders. His body, from what Nino could see, and he had a pretty damn good view, was that of someone who worked to keep in its best condition. Though, above all of these, what really captured and held Nino’s attention was his face. It was kind, laugh lines and shining eyes, and his rosy lips were alluring. When they curved upwards, in a heart stopping motion, his dimples became clear.

 

“Who doesn’t?” Nino countered, rolling his eyes and grabbing himself a cup. To Matsuda, he said, “He’s not nearly as charming in real life.”

 

“I’ve noticed,” Matsuda nodded, laughing when Jun reached out and hit his arm. “And he’s not nearly as conservative as I once believed.”

 

“Don’t I know it,” Nino grinned, talking over his shoulder as he headed into the living room and plopped onto the couch.

 

“God, you guys have just met and you’re already conspiring against me,” Jun complained, shooting a kicked-puppy look to Matsuda, who just shook his head, chuckling.

 

Nino raised his cup of coffee, smirking at Jun. “Cheers, to a new partner in crime.”

 

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“Nino-chan,” Aiba beamed, coming out from behind the podium to envelope him in a hug. “It’s been ages! I thought maybe you’d forgotten about me.”

 

Nino threw his head back, laughing loudly, as he let himself be squeezed, “It’s been three days, Aiba. I haven’t forgotten about you. Now, I really need a cup of coffee, pronto. I was woken up far too early for my liking.”

 

Aiba laughed, saluting him before making his way into the kitchen yelling out something that was carried away by the voices of the other customers. He wandered over to a seat, taking a glance outside to the stormy weather, a smile beginning to form. Nino loved rain, loved the sound and the smell and loved being drenched in it. He was considering taking a seat outside when a voice sounded from above him.

 

“Uh, here you go,” Sho spoke, his voice neither hesitant nor sure of himself, handing him a steaming cup.

 

Nino accepted it, feeling like he was also accepting something else, something much more important. “Thanks, Sho.”

 

Sho took a seat across from him, ignoring the raised eyebrow he received, “I wanted to ask you something. You don’t have to answer, though.”

 

The musician looked at him, questioning, but not adverse, “Shoot.”

 

The older man visibly relaxed at this, leaning back slightly from the rigid pose he’d been sporting moments ago, “I was wondering how Jun was.”

 

Nino took a moment to think before responding, “It’s hard to tell, sometimes, but he’s made a lot of progress, I think he really is happy now.”

 

Sho offered a smile; it wasn’t convincing, but it was an attempt. “I want to tell him that I’m sorry, that I wish that I didn’t have to hurt him. That look he gave me that day, I want to replace it with a new image.”

 

Nino reached forward, placing a hand on Sho’s arm, looking him straight in the eye. “Yes, you hurt him, but you had good intentions. He may not have seen it like that, but you were doing him a favour by leaving. You weren’t happy, so why should he ask you to stay? If he really loved you, which I know he did, your happiness would have been number one.”

 

Sho smiled, a genuine one this time. It lit up his entire face as he spoke softly. “Thank you.”

 

They both stood up, well aware of the palpable awkwardness, and moved forward, pulling each other into a hug that felt both weird and welcoming. It had been so long that Nino had forgotten how nice it was to just hold someone, minus the starring from the surrounding tables and the general femininity of the gesture.

 

It felt like they’d been standing there for hours when the moment was broken by Aiba emerging from the kitchen, yelling, “Sho, break’s over!” He stopped mid-step when he noticed the scene, but it was too late, the two men were already pulling apart.

 

“I’ve got to go, but I’ll see you tomorrow,” Sho was positively beaming, walking up the stairs and past Aiba, who immediately stalked him into the kitchen, his mouth moving quickly.

 

It was hard to tell exactly what happened, but Nino suspected it was for the better.

 

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Exiting the restaurant with a quick goodbye to Sho and Aiba, who was looking quite pleased with himself, Nino found himself immediately drenched. He opened his arms a little, allowing it more access to his already soaked clothing, feeling happier than he had in a long time. Maybe it was the weight that had just been lifted off his shoulders, or the look on Jun’s face that morning, but he had a feeling that it had something to do with Ohno. The artist that entered his life with a bang and hadn’t left since. The man who always looked his best when he was offering up his gentle smile and the sexiest right after sex, when his whole body was limp, slicked with sweat and his cum, smiling up at him with a sated look.

 

He pulled his cell phone from his pocket, dialing the number that he had come to know so well in the last few weeks, heart beating quickly as he waited for the answer.

 

“Hi Nino,” Ohno’s lazy voice sounded on the other line, “What’s up?”

 

“Oh-chan, come for a walk with me,” Nino grinned, knowing that Ohno was probably aware of the weather and was at this moment, sporting his trademark perplexed look.

 

“It’s raining,” Ohno stated simply, as if this was all that needed to be said. To him, it probably was.

 

“That it is,” Nino chuckled, brushing it off easily, “Now how about that walk?”

 

Ohno’s voice was flirty and seductive, when he replied, “Alright, but if I get a cold, you’re taking care of me.”

 

“Deal,” the younger man said easily, actually liking the sound of that. “I’ll be by in a bit.”

 

He showed up at Ohno’s apartment, drenched to the bone and sporting a wide smile, ringing the doorbell insistently until the older man opened, annoyance clear on his face. “I’m not deaf, you know.”

 

The musician laughed pleasantly, leaning in to capture Ohno’s lips with his own, tasting mint and strawberries. Ohno moaned, trying to urge Nino into the apartment and even though he felt the uncomfortable stirring in his groin from the sound, he pulled apart quickly, avoiding temptation.

 

“Oh-chan, come on,” Nino grabbed his arm, pulling him into the hallway, “Before we miss the storm.”

 

“That’s what I was hoping for,” Ohno muttered darkly, following reluctantly behind the exuberant man.

 

Nino laughed, entwining their hands as they pushed through the door and into the still pouring rain. He pulled Ohno to him, sheltering him from the rain and kissing him on the top of his head. His hair was a delicious scent of his shampoo and the rain, mingling in a way that smelled extraordinary. Ohno was smiling up at him from under his bangs, watching as Nino kept planting small kisses to his head.

 

“Get down here,” he demanded, pulling Nino down to meet his lips again, this kiss a little more aggressive than the last.

 

The artist submitted easily to the younger man’s skilful tongue, letting him explore every inch of his mouth, his sounds letting Nino know how he felt about every flick of his tongue. It wasn’t the Hollywood moment they were sharing that had both of them grinning widely when they pulled apart, but the perfection of being drenched head to toe, clinging onto each other with steely grasps.

 

“You are insane,” Ohno mumbled, leaning into Nino who was easily supporting his weight.

 

His only response was the tightening of the younger man’s arms around his body, pulling him close enough that not even a grain of sand could fit through. He was once again struck by how nice it felt to be hugged by someone, feeling the affection coursing through your body, heightening each sensation.

 

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“You are such a liar,” Nino heard Jun’s voice as he opened the door to their apartment, late in the evening.

 

“I am not!” Matsuda’s indignant voice replied, insisting on a fact that the musician was still unclear of. “I saw it on TV!”

 

Jun’s voice was deadpan as he said, “Oh, so it must be true, then. Silly me.” When he spotted Nino lingering in the doorframe, he pointed at Matsuda, “Tell him, that covering a car in phonebooks does not make it bullet-proof.”

 

Nino shrugged, “How would I know? Do you see any phonebook cars parked in the driveway?”

 

When he didn’t get the answer he wanted, Jun brushed him off, “Matsuda, all I’m saying is that it’s paper and it wouldn’t protect against a bullet.”

 

Taking a moment to look at the situation, Nino could tell Matsuda had been there all day. Judging by the dishes for two and the fact that Matsuda was now sporting one of Jun’s T-shirts and underwear, it was pretty clear. It was bizarre. Besides a very good-looking man named Nishikido Ryo, none of Jun’s one night stands lasted longer than just that, one night. Now, they were even arguing like this was the most natural thing in the world. It was very heartening to see after such a long time.

 

“Well, I know what I saw, so you can shoot your mouth off all you want. I’m right and you’re wrong,” Matsuda smirked, crossing his arms defiantly and staring down Jun, as if willing him to disagree with this, which he did.

 

The situation simmered a bit, Jun finally admitting that if he saw it, he might reconsider. Matsuda had quickly agreed, promising to show it to him sometime, while Nino watched all this from his position on the couch with a bemused smirk.

 

“So, I have a feeling the whole day went a little like this,” Nino raised an eyebrow, daring one of them to disagree, but they both nodded their heads.

 

Matsuda was opening his mouth to speak, when a loud screech from Jun was heard, startling them both. Apparently he’d noticed Nino’s dripping attire and the fact he was sitting on the couch, soaking it completely. He’d sent the older man to change, a stern look on his face. The kind of look that said this issue would be discussed later.

 

As he trudged up the stairs, he heard Matsuda making some comment about Jun being a woman which sent them off all over again, and as much as he liked this new guy, he had a feeling that this would get old… quick.

 

He started peeling off his clothes, enjoying the feeling of putting on some dry sweats and a baggy T-shirt, when he thought of what had happened today. It was going to be difficult telling Jun what had happened with Sho because he knew he’d be angry, furious even. Nino was supposed to be his right-hand man, always there to say the right thing or help with the burning of anything Sho left behind. He was not, however, supposed to be having long chats in restaurants, and not to mention hugging said man.

 

It was a conversation he’d rather get over with, but he wouldn’t blurt such things in front of Matsuda. Most likely, that was too heavy for an extended one night stand. He would, he promised himself, tell Matsujun because he refused to sneak behind his back. Something he’d learned from Sho was that extending something wouldn’t make it go away; quite the opposite, really.

 

So, he mentally prepped himself, he’d just walk right up to Matsujun and tell him what had happened. No beating around the bush or making it seem less than it was. If he got a good punch to the face, so be it. Honesty, he repeated to himself trying to be convincing, was the best policy, after all.

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A/N: I meant to have this up yesterday for my birthday, but that idea was quickly shot down as I had no moment alone for the entire day! Ah well, it'll just be the-day-after-my-birthday post! Outlook on Love is quickly taking over my heart, so it saddens me that I'm two chapters (plus an epilogue most likely) from completing it! Anyways, I really hope you enjoy this! I think it's my favourite chapter so far!