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In the First Hours
In the First Hours
Pairing: Slight Ohmiya and Jun-worships-Sho.
Rating: G
Word Count: ~1800
Summary: They get to know each other with a bottle of wine and a game.
A/N: Based off a prompt from![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
primroseshows: "Nino; who is the real winner here?" And beta done by tsubomi, to whom I cannot give enough love.
It's the first time ever the five of them are really alone. Nino has learned more about Aiba-chan and Jun-kun and Ohno and Sakurai in the last two hours of talking about that damn boat, their new debut song, and all the fears they never told anyone before now as they sit and sprawl over Ohno's bed and the floor.
Ohno hasn't talked much, actually, but Nino's been paying attention to the way his face moves as he listens, and that's told him plenty.
Aiba, who is sitting cross-legged and loose, speaks up: "Why don't we play a game?" he says, breaking the long minutes of digestive silence.
"A game?" Sakurai says from the floor. Nino can only see half of him, because the edge of the bed is blocking his view of anything south of Sakurai's navel. "What kind of game?"
"Maybe we should sleep," pipes up Jun-kun. He looks uncertain and so tiny, eyes too big for his face, teeth too big for his mouth.
Aiba looks at Nino. "Whatever," says Nino. Ohno just shrugs.
"It's a fun game," Aiba says, crawling to the edge of the bed to look down at Jun from close up. "And Sakurai-kun wants to play... right?"
Oh, the dirty tricks he plays, Nino thinks. Everyone knows Jun-kun has some kind of thing for Sakurai. Even Sakurai knows.
"You haven't told us what it is yet," Sakurai reminds him, scratching at his stomach and doing his best to look unaffected by the obvious manipulation of his adoring junior.
"I Never," Aiba says, starting to get excited. No one seems to know what he's talking about. "Huh? You guys, you've never played? Everyone has to list things they've never done, and if there's someone that's done them, that person has to drink."
"Alcohol?" Jun-kun says suspiciously. "That's not--"
"We don't have anything to drink," Sakurai says, earning a stunned look from Jun and a delighted one from Aiba. To Nino's left, Ohno nods serenely.
"That's okay," Aiba says. "Well I mean, we do. I do." He scrambles off the bed and nearly trips over Jun-kun's knee. "I have a bottle of wine."
"Where did you get that?" Sakurai says, startled enough to stop looking like a gravure model and sit up.
Sure enough, Aiba does: he brandishes it with a winning smile, immune to all the wide eyes turned his way. "The boat. They sold them on the boat, and well, I'm too young, but one of the passengers, this really cute girl--do you remember her, Nino? She had the bikini with the tiger stripes. Anyway, I asked her and she laughed a lot, but she bought it for me. I mean I paid her, and everything."
Nino does remember, because she'd nearly been falling out of her bikini cups. Aiba had sworn he'd caught a glimpse of the edge of one nipple.
The wine bottle, when Aiba puts it down on the floor in front of Sho, is dark and the label on it is emblazoned with stylized grapes. Nino can't read the English even if he leans closer and squints, because it's all curly and that probably is meant to make it seem elegant.
"So," Aiba says, looking suddenly shy as Sakurai inspects the bottle like he's never seen one before. "...Should we?"
"I don't mind," says Ohno, who not so subtly starts to pick at his nose.
"That's gross," Nino reminds him, giving him a shove that's too weak to knock anyone over, but Ohno tips and then just keeps lying down.
"This stuff looks good," Sakurai says once his inspection is over. "C'mon, Matsumoto-kun, it'll be fine." Jun-kun is all puckered up, frowning at the bottle, and at Aiba. "How do we start?"
"Oh, I will," Aiba says, halfway through unfurling himself and spreading his legs out. "Let's see. I've never... I've never skydived."
Nobody moves. "Idiot," Nino says with a laugh. "Like anyone here would go skydiving."
"Okay," Aiba says, abashed. "Your turn then, Nino."
"I've never played this game," Nino says promptly, which makes Ohno grin, and Nino feels quite clever, especially when Aiba's mouth opens up like a fish.
"Hey!" he says.
Sakurai is trying to open the bottle, his hair all spiked up off his moon-round forehead as he strains. It pops presently, the cork safely tucked in his hand as he holds out the wine to Aiba. "Your rules, you drink," he says, almost sadistically.
"I am so going to get you for that," Aiba says, cradling the bottle against himself. But he drinks, and his nose wrinkles up before he makes a gasping sound and his tongue pokes out, tinted just a little red from the wine. "Oh, that's bitter. Yuck."
"I thought you'd played this before?" Jun-kun says.
"Not with wine," Aiba says, putting it down on the floor and wiping his lips. "Okay, Ohno-kun, um... what haven't you ever done?"
"I've never gotten past level 17 of Tetris," he says pathetically, his chin in both hands.
"That's boring," Aiba says at the same time Nino goes: "You haven't?"
"And that's a drink for Ninomiya-kun," Sakurai announces. He seems to have become the official bottle-passer. "We could probably get him drunk really quick if we just kept talking about games. I bet he's played a dozen or more that I never have."
Nino drinks, of course, and Aiba is right: it's bitter, and fills his whole mouth even with just a sip, unpleasantly warm. "You aren't going to get me drunk," he says. "Man, Aiba-chan, couldn't you have gotten something better?"
"This is the one she recommended," Aiba says helplessly.
"I've never slept with a girl," Jun-kun says out of nowhere, his voice high-pitched and daring. "...What?" he says when everyone stares at him blankly. "You guys all have?"
"It's not like I've been sleeping with guys," Sakurai says before he drinks and hands it off to Aiba.
Ohno doesn't drink either, though, and that seems to surprise everybody more than Jun's confession. Jun is sixteen and tiny, but Ohno is almost nineteen, and he's been in this business forever. "Not once?" Nino asks.
Ohno's shoulders roll in an embarrassed shrug. "Mom doesn't let me close my door if I bring a girl home. You know how it is."
Nino doesn't know, but he doesn't say so because he kind of likes Ohno and doesn't want to be rude.
"My turn!" Sakurai says, hand up in the air to bring attention back to himself. He's good at that, Nino's noticed; he has no qualms about being in the spotlight, and though Nino is getting used to it he's still impressed with Sakurai's easy charisma. He's less impressed with the bossiness, though. "I've never kissed on a train."
It turns out that nobody else has either. And no one's used snails in their school project ("What?!" Nino has to ask, because Aiba's contributions make no sense if his goal is really to get them drunk) but everyone's had a crush on a teacher, Sakurai and Aiba have made out with upperclassmen at school, Ohno, Aiba, and Sakurai have been caught masturbating by their mothers ("Ew," Jun-kun says with great eloquence), and Jun and Aiba have cheated on tests before (much to Sakurai's consternation).
An hour slips by before Nino realizes it. Sho is getting tipsy; his cheeks are apple red and his smile is bigger than ever, and Aiba's not much better.
"Hey," Aiba says suddenly, looking straight at Nino. "Nino, you're not drunk at all. How many times did you ... did you... um, what's the opposite of 'never'?"
"You mean how many times did he drink," Sakurai says, clapping Aiba on the back. "Nino-chan. Look." He holds up the bottle, and Nino can just barely make out the wine level: it's closer to empty than full. "This, you need some of this."
"It'll be easy to get him drunk," Jun-kun says, and then hiccups, going temporarily cross-eyed in irritation. "Remember? You said--"
"Games!" Sakurai remembers, fist punched into palm.
"Games!" Aiba echoes before giggling.
"It's really not that big a deal," Nino says, trying to pacify them, maybe to change the topic. He really doesn't want more wine, and not because he cares about being drunk--okay, he does, a little. "Why don't we just--"
"Ohno-kun," Sakurai interrupts, waving to get Ohno's attention, actions exaggerated unnecessarily. "Do something like that Tetris one. You remember. What level was it? You haven't passed 17."
"I've never passed level 17," Ohno repeats dutifully, the soft hair that frames his cheeks aiding in the confused look.
"You already said that," Nino says, feeling distinctly ganged up on.
"It's still valid!" Aiba crows gleefully, shoving the bottle Nino's way. Nino sighs and drinks another sip, pressing his lips together afterwards.
"I've never owned a Super Famicom," Jun-kun says, looking pleased with himself.
Nino scowls. "That's not possible. You're such a cheater."
The game changes from 'I Never' to 'Get Nino Drunk', and Nino could call it peer pressure but there's laughter and smiles and none of them are malicious and he's actually having fun. Aiba can tell, because he keeps patting Nino on the knee, more gently than Nino thought he could be with that rough boy charm of his. Nino drinks until the tips of his ears turn warm and his center of balance seems to lean to the left.
Part of him ruefully remembers he'd been winning this game before.
"Hey, this is empty," Sakurai says, peering into the bottle like a telescope. One red drop dangles on the rim, but before Nino can say anything it falls onto the knee of Sakurai's jeans.
"That's because you guys are horrible," Nino slurs, pointing an accusing finger into their sleepy eyes. "You know what this stuff does to you? Gives you hangovers."
"Nah," Sakurai says, the bottle thumping to the floor. He looks the very picture of a drunkard, his eyes star-bright and his shirt rumpled.
"How bad could a hangover be?" Aiba says, tucked up against Sakurai's side like Sakurai's shoulder was a pillow made to his specifications. "Mmm, comfy." He wriggles.
Jun-kun is already asleep in a little ball on the mossy carpet, head near Sakurai's hip, his hands not-quite curled into balls.
"It'll be okay," Ohno says, and Nino discovers that Ohno's hand is stroking down his spine. It's comforting. Nino likes it a lot. He puts his hand on Ohno's thigh, and as he closes his eyes he thinks, Maybe I didn't lose after all.
Pairing: Slight Ohmiya and Jun-worships-Sho.
Rating: G
Word Count: ~1800
Summary: They get to know each other with a bottle of wine and a game.
A/N: Based off a prompt from
primroseshows: "Nino; who is the real winner here?" And beta done by tsubomi, to whom I cannot give enough love.It's the first time ever the five of them are really alone. Nino has learned more about Aiba-chan and Jun-kun and Ohno and Sakurai in the last two hours of talking about that damn boat, their new debut song, and all the fears they never told anyone before now as they sit and sprawl over Ohno's bed and the floor.
Ohno hasn't talked much, actually, but Nino's been paying attention to the way his face moves as he listens, and that's told him plenty.
Aiba, who is sitting cross-legged and loose, speaks up: "Why don't we play a game?" he says, breaking the long minutes of digestive silence.
"A game?" Sakurai says from the floor. Nino can only see half of him, because the edge of the bed is blocking his view of anything south of Sakurai's navel. "What kind of game?"
"Maybe we should sleep," pipes up Jun-kun. He looks uncertain and so tiny, eyes too big for his face, teeth too big for his mouth.
Aiba looks at Nino. "Whatever," says Nino. Ohno just shrugs.
"It's a fun game," Aiba says, crawling to the edge of the bed to look down at Jun from close up. "And Sakurai-kun wants to play... right?"
Oh, the dirty tricks he plays, Nino thinks. Everyone knows Jun-kun has some kind of thing for Sakurai. Even Sakurai knows.
"You haven't told us what it is yet," Sakurai reminds him, scratching at his stomach and doing his best to look unaffected by the obvious manipulation of his adoring junior.
"I Never," Aiba says, starting to get excited. No one seems to know what he's talking about. "Huh? You guys, you've never played? Everyone has to list things they've never done, and if there's someone that's done them, that person has to drink."
"Alcohol?" Jun-kun says suspiciously. "That's not--"
"We don't have anything to drink," Sakurai says, earning a stunned look from Jun and a delighted one from Aiba. To Nino's left, Ohno nods serenely.
"That's okay," Aiba says. "Well I mean, we do. I do." He scrambles off the bed and nearly trips over Jun-kun's knee. "I have a bottle of wine."
"Where did you get that?" Sakurai says, startled enough to stop looking like a gravure model and sit up.
Sure enough, Aiba does: he brandishes it with a winning smile, immune to all the wide eyes turned his way. "The boat. They sold them on the boat, and well, I'm too young, but one of the passengers, this really cute girl--do you remember her, Nino? She had the bikini with the tiger stripes. Anyway, I asked her and she laughed a lot, but she bought it for me. I mean I paid her, and everything."
Nino does remember, because she'd nearly been falling out of her bikini cups. Aiba had sworn he'd caught a glimpse of the edge of one nipple.
The wine bottle, when Aiba puts it down on the floor in front of Sho, is dark and the label on it is emblazoned with stylized grapes. Nino can't read the English even if he leans closer and squints, because it's all curly and that probably is meant to make it seem elegant.
"So," Aiba says, looking suddenly shy as Sakurai inspects the bottle like he's never seen one before. "...Should we?"
"I don't mind," says Ohno, who not so subtly starts to pick at his nose.
"That's gross," Nino reminds him, giving him a shove that's too weak to knock anyone over, but Ohno tips and then just keeps lying down.
"This stuff looks good," Sakurai says once his inspection is over. "C'mon, Matsumoto-kun, it'll be fine." Jun-kun is all puckered up, frowning at the bottle, and at Aiba. "How do we start?"
"Oh, I will," Aiba says, halfway through unfurling himself and spreading his legs out. "Let's see. I've never... I've never skydived."
Nobody moves. "Idiot," Nino says with a laugh. "Like anyone here would go skydiving."
"Okay," Aiba says, abashed. "Your turn then, Nino."
"I've never played this game," Nino says promptly, which makes Ohno grin, and Nino feels quite clever, especially when Aiba's mouth opens up like a fish.
"Hey!" he says.
Sakurai is trying to open the bottle, his hair all spiked up off his moon-round forehead as he strains. It pops presently, the cork safely tucked in his hand as he holds out the wine to Aiba. "Your rules, you drink," he says, almost sadistically.
"I am so going to get you for that," Aiba says, cradling the bottle against himself. But he drinks, and his nose wrinkles up before he makes a gasping sound and his tongue pokes out, tinted just a little red from the wine. "Oh, that's bitter. Yuck."
"I thought you'd played this before?" Jun-kun says.
"Not with wine," Aiba says, putting it down on the floor and wiping his lips. "Okay, Ohno-kun, um... what haven't you ever done?"
"I've never gotten past level 17 of Tetris," he says pathetically, his chin in both hands.
"That's boring," Aiba says at the same time Nino goes: "You haven't?"
"And that's a drink for Ninomiya-kun," Sakurai announces. He seems to have become the official bottle-passer. "We could probably get him drunk really quick if we just kept talking about games. I bet he's played a dozen or more that I never have."
Nino drinks, of course, and Aiba is right: it's bitter, and fills his whole mouth even with just a sip, unpleasantly warm. "You aren't going to get me drunk," he says. "Man, Aiba-chan, couldn't you have gotten something better?"
"This is the one she recommended," Aiba says helplessly.
"I've never slept with a girl," Jun-kun says out of nowhere, his voice high-pitched and daring. "...What?" he says when everyone stares at him blankly. "You guys all have?"
"It's not like I've been sleeping with guys," Sakurai says before he drinks and hands it off to Aiba.
Ohno doesn't drink either, though, and that seems to surprise everybody more than Jun's confession. Jun is sixteen and tiny, but Ohno is almost nineteen, and he's been in this business forever. "Not once?" Nino asks.
Ohno's shoulders roll in an embarrassed shrug. "Mom doesn't let me close my door if I bring a girl home. You know how it is."
Nino doesn't know, but he doesn't say so because he kind of likes Ohno and doesn't want to be rude.
"My turn!" Sakurai says, hand up in the air to bring attention back to himself. He's good at that, Nino's noticed; he has no qualms about being in the spotlight, and though Nino is getting used to it he's still impressed with Sakurai's easy charisma. He's less impressed with the bossiness, though. "I've never kissed on a train."
It turns out that nobody else has either. And no one's used snails in their school project ("What?!" Nino has to ask, because Aiba's contributions make no sense if his goal is really to get them drunk) but everyone's had a crush on a teacher, Sakurai and Aiba have made out with upperclassmen at school, Ohno, Aiba, and Sakurai have been caught masturbating by their mothers ("Ew," Jun-kun says with great eloquence), and Jun and Aiba have cheated on tests before (much to Sakurai's consternation).
An hour slips by before Nino realizes it. Sho is getting tipsy; his cheeks are apple red and his smile is bigger than ever, and Aiba's not much better.
"Hey," Aiba says suddenly, looking straight at Nino. "Nino, you're not drunk at all. How many times did you ... did you... um, what's the opposite of 'never'?"
"You mean how many times did he drink," Sakurai says, clapping Aiba on the back. "Nino-chan. Look." He holds up the bottle, and Nino can just barely make out the wine level: it's closer to empty than full. "This, you need some of this."
"It'll be easy to get him drunk," Jun-kun says, and then hiccups, going temporarily cross-eyed in irritation. "Remember? You said--"
"Games!" Sakurai remembers, fist punched into palm.
"Games!" Aiba echoes before giggling.
"It's really not that big a deal," Nino says, trying to pacify them, maybe to change the topic. He really doesn't want more wine, and not because he cares about being drunk--okay, he does, a little. "Why don't we just--"
"Ohno-kun," Sakurai interrupts, waving to get Ohno's attention, actions exaggerated unnecessarily. "Do something like that Tetris one. You remember. What level was it? You haven't passed 17."
"I've never passed level 17," Ohno repeats dutifully, the soft hair that frames his cheeks aiding in the confused look.
"You already said that," Nino says, feeling distinctly ganged up on.
"It's still valid!" Aiba crows gleefully, shoving the bottle Nino's way. Nino sighs and drinks another sip, pressing his lips together afterwards.
"I've never owned a Super Famicom," Jun-kun says, looking pleased with himself.
Nino scowls. "That's not possible. You're such a cheater."
The game changes from 'I Never' to 'Get Nino Drunk', and Nino could call it peer pressure but there's laughter and smiles and none of them are malicious and he's actually having fun. Aiba can tell, because he keeps patting Nino on the knee, more gently than Nino thought he could be with that rough boy charm of his. Nino drinks until the tips of his ears turn warm and his center of balance seems to lean to the left.
Part of him ruefully remembers he'd been winning this game before.
"Hey, this is empty," Sakurai says, peering into the bottle like a telescope. One red drop dangles on the rim, but before Nino can say anything it falls onto the knee of Sakurai's jeans.
"That's because you guys are horrible," Nino slurs, pointing an accusing finger into their sleepy eyes. "You know what this stuff does to you? Gives you hangovers."
"Nah," Sakurai says, the bottle thumping to the floor. He looks the very picture of a drunkard, his eyes star-bright and his shirt rumpled.
"How bad could a hangover be?" Aiba says, tucked up against Sakurai's side like Sakurai's shoulder was a pillow made to his specifications. "Mmm, comfy." He wriggles.
Jun-kun is already asleep in a little ball on the mossy carpet, head near Sakurai's hip, his hands not-quite curled into balls.
"It'll be okay," Ohno says, and Nino discovers that Ohno's hand is stroking down his spine. It's comforting. Nino likes it a lot. He puts his hand on Ohno's thigh, and as he closes his eyes he thinks, Maybe I didn't lose after all.
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(Anonymous) 2009-08-10 09:53 am (UTC)(link)And maybe we can say nino is the winner,can't we?
My reaction as same as jun when I read that ohno.aiba.and sho caught masturbating by their mom
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Thank you very much!
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Ahahahaha, shall I let Elfie alone in a room with virgin!Ohno? ♥
And you are SO SWEET to say so. I do think I've gotten better, but out of everyone, you'd know best. Seriously. That means so very, very much to me. :)
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(Anonymous) 2009-08-11 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)Naughty Aiba for using Sho to get Jun to play..ha..ha..Jun and his admiration for Sho..It was really funny when Sho, Ohno and Aiba were caught masturbating by their mothers..Guess Jun was still innocent at that age..
Love this..
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I'm glad it worked for you. :D
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Highlights for me:
It's the first time ever the five of them are really alone.
I KNOW. THE FIRST LINE.
"That's gross," Nino reminds him, giving him a shove that's too weak to knock anyone over, but Ohno tips and then just keeps lying down.
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Nino doesn't know, but he doesn't say so because he kind of likes Ohno and doesn't want to be rude.
I actually lol'd.
IN CONCLUSION, this was amazing and sweet and adorable and you have renewed my love for Arashi all over again, and this is kind of amazing since I'd just read your translation for 5x10. ;A;
Thank you so much for writing this.
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Actually, I wouldn't call this the worst commentary ever; far from. In fact, if you can believe it, I didn't really realize those implications in the fic, but I'm SO GLAD it worked out that way for you. I had to go back and re-read it and I totally see what you mean.
*cough* Um, the first line was really clunky, but Fai fixed it, so you can give her credit for that one. ;)
You're so welcome! I'm happy it ended up being enjoyable! :D
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Beside the point. XD
I repeat, this is lovely. :B Chibi!Arashi FTW.
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I'm glad you liked it! Thank you. :D
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like. seriously. i had the most RIDICULOUS grin on my face the entire time. i love chibi arashi and when they play silly games like this! *___*
i love thissss and i love you!!!
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