In the Eye of the Storm

Title: Two Boys and a Phone Of Long Distance Relationships
Author: Bo
Pairing(s): Ohno/Sho, a dash of Aimiya if you squint really really hard
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP
Word Count: 2,725
Disclaimer(s): These boys belong to Johnny Kitagawa and not to Bo.
Summary: Sho is away at Beijing and Ohno misses him. A lot.
Warning: Dirty-talk!Sho and lovesick!Ohno
Notes: This fic’s sole purpose is just so I have an excuse to write phone sex and say that I WROTE MY FIRST PIECE OF PORN AND IT’S ABOUT TWO JAPANESE BOYBAND MEMBERS DIRTY-TALKING EACH OTHER THROUGH A PHONE AND I HAD FUN. So, uh. Happy very-very-late birthday, Sho. I love you and this is how I show it. You get Captain. :D As always, I’d really like to know what you think of this. Please enjoy!

It wasn’t until Jun called him on the subway that Ohno finally realized he had left the studio in full Naruse-dress. Even then it didn’t bother him, but Jun had shouted for fifteen minutes through the phone, using very colorful language to describe just how much trouble he would be in if he didn’t “get his ass inside a restroom” and “at least put a fucking cap on.” Ohno had calmly acquiesced, only to receive another call when he was in said restroom putting on said fucking cap. The call was from Nino, with very questionable noises in the background (“Aiba’s cooking”). Nino was genuinely concerned, said Toma had called in near suicidal panic (probably a result of Jun’s colorful words), blaming himself for not noticing that Ohno had left while still in costume.

“The point is,” Nino said, pretending to be irritated, “I had to listen to Jun screaming at me for half an hour to come get you because he couldn’t leave the Hanadan promotion. I told him you’re a big boy and that you’re probably home already.”

Ohno was, in fact, taking off his shoes in the doorway of the apartment at that very moment.

There was a pause. “You sure you’re OK, Leader? You’re – really far away.”

I’m not the one who’s far away, was what Ohno had in mind, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it, not when so much sincere worry layered Nino’s casual words. He knew his mind drifted to other places frequently, but the members usually knew where to find him and bring their Leader back. This time it wasn’t quite the same. He didn’t really want to be brought back, not when a part of him wasn’t here to be with.

“I’m sorry,” he ended up saying. “I’m sorry, Nino-chan.”

And, as always, Nino understood. “Just another week,” he said. “Then he’ll be back. Probably with souvenirs. Ugly-ass mascot hats or something like that.”

Ohno laughed, felt his heart lighten a little. He assured Nino that there was no need to worry, promised twice to remember to eat, then said a hasty goodbye because there was something that sounded like a microwave blowing up in the background and Nino had to leave quickly.

Then he tossed himself onto the couch in the living room and didn’t move for half an hour, half watching the retreating tide of twilight on the ceiling, half watching the night when there were two people on this couch. This was insane; he was an adult, after all, and he had more sense than to act like a lovesick teenager. Sho was away because of a job, and Ohno had similar jobs before, too, but he never knew it felt like this for the people waiting, never felt the absence of another so keenly himself. He should be glad for a little personal time; their hectic schedules sometimes required them to be together for 24 hours in consecutive days. But this wasn’t one of those days and he couldn’t believe how much he missed Sho.

His phone vibrated on the coffee table, flashing a text message from Toma inviting Ohno out for a drink. Ohno typed a polite refusal and promised to drink with him some other day. Then the phone was discarded on the floor.

Seventeen seconds later it vibrated again and, thinking that technology was created to disrupt people’s lives, Ohno leaned over the couch, picked it up, and dropped completely onto the floor upon seeing the name of the caller.

“Satoshi?” came the voice that Ohno had wanted, wanted, wanted to hear. The phone slipped from his fingers and he fought to keep the darned thing against his ear as he climbed awkwardly back onto the couch. “Satoshi?”

“Sho,” he gasped. “You’re calling? I mean, you have time? Now? To talk?”

Sho chuckled and the sound went straight to Ohno’s stomach. “Yeah. Finally. I haven’t slept for the past thirty-six hours.”

“Are things really busy there?” It seemed an idiotic thing to ask, but Ohno was willing to say anything to keep Sho talking, to keep the voice there.

As Sho related the events after his arrival in Beijing, Ohno snuggled further into the couch and drew his legs up against his chest, wrapping himself into a ball around the phone where Sho’s voice was coming from, as if that brought him closer to the other man somehow. He felt as if his heart had expanded until his chest wasn’t big enough, and though he knew Sho couldn’t see it he couldn’t stop smiling. It was just his voice, but by God it made him happier than anything. Lovesick teenager or not, this was the first time in the past several days that he felt right, felt good and calm and not restless.

Sho’s voice was scratchy as it transmitted through the phone, tickling Ohno’s ear as if the other man’s lips were right next to it. The thought gave Ohno a slight shiver that shook his mind blank.

“Satoshi?”

“Sorry, it’s just –” Ohno licked his lips, tried to compose himself. Sighed. “I miss you. I’m sorry. But. I do. Too much.” It frustrated him that he couldn’t convey his emotions beyond just those three delicate little words. How could he explain that without Sho he felt like he would drift away any second and not be able to come back on his own?

There was a long silence on the other side, during which Ohno’s pulse quickened, fearing the connection had cut off somehow. Then Sho said, quietly, “Satoshi, where are you?”

Ohno blinked. “The living room.”

“On the couch?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s try something.” For a second Ohno thought there was something indeed wrong with the connection. That couldn’t possibly be mischief he had heard in Sho’s voice.

“I miss you, Satoshi,” Sho said, dropping his voice low until it was almost a purr that made Ohno squirm in his seat, “especially at night when I’m alone, my head is dominated by thoughts of you. Do you miss me? Do you think about me when you go to sleep? I do. I think about me spooned against you, about your sighs when I slide my hands underneath your shirt and run them along your stomach…”

Ohno’s pulse began to pound, and he worried his lip as his hands, completely out of their own accord, slipped beneath his shirt, making him gasp as his fingers spread along burning hot skin.

“I miss your kisses, every time I kiss you I feel like I can’t stop, don’t want to stop. What do you think about when we kiss? Tell me, Satoshi.” Ohno swallowed with difficulty and tried to get his thoughts into some kind of order so he could compose a coherent sentence.

“I,” he managed, gulping again, “I can’t think when you kiss me.”

Sho moaned on the other side of the phone, and the sound rubbed against Ohno’s ear like lips, made his heart skip a beat and his breath hitch.

“I like to kiss you all over, from your ears to your nose to your eyebrows, because fuck, you’re all for me and no one else and you like it when I do this to you – ”

Ohno tossed his head back against the couch, his mouth falling open to let out small, breathless pants. He could feel Sho’s mouth on him, his tongue slick and wet and burning hot, dipping into the space behind his ear, trailing down his neck, mapping the curve of his collarbone…

“…I’m at your chest now, and your skin tastes sweet, you always taste sweet, you know that? And I take one of your nipples and press the tip of my tongue to it, just the tip, because – yeah, just like that –” At the mention of his nipple, Ohno’s back arched and he moaned aloud, the tip of a finger delicately circling the hard, sensitive nub. “I like to look up at your face when I do this, because you always look so beautiful that it can’t be real, laying there all skin and sweat, and I can smell the arousal –”

Ohno whimpered helplessly, squirming deeper into the cushions of the couch, feeling so hot and bothered that he could hardly breathe. His body responded to Sho’s voice like an instrument, dozens of different places remembering simultaneously what it was like to have Sho’s lips on them, and his brain didn’t know which one to attend to first, could only let his body writhe uncontrollably.

“Take your pants off for me, Satoshi, yeah, just slide them off –” there was a faint clinking sound from the other side of the phone as Sho loosened his own belt; Ohno’s throat constricted and he had to breathe open-mouthed for a moment. He never knew such a simple sound could be so erotic.

“Are you hard? I bet you are, I bet it’ll only take a few licks for you to come – ” Ohno pressed his palm over the warm bulge in his boxers, biting down on a moan.

“Yeah, that’s it – fuck, I’m hard, from just listening to you –” Ohno whimpered. Sho only ever swore during sex.

“Sho,” he panted, his hand slipping below his boxers and wrapping around his cock. “Sho.”

“Remember how I touch you? Remember my tongue running down the underside of your cock? And the way my hand wraps around the head, just the way you like it, and my tongue flicking at the tip? Long slow licks, Satoshi, like tasting an ice pop.”

Ohno’s hand tugged at his erection, his wrist twisting on the upstroke. His hips rocked almost to the rhythm of Sho’s short gasps, his chest rising and falling with hot, shallow pants. Sho was murmuring his name, telling him how hot he was and how beautiful he looked, how much he wanted him right now, and he was so close, so close that his free hand was grabbing blindly around him for purchase, for something to hold on to, for something to keep him down on Earth. All it took then was Sho’s voice, rough and low and so close he could almost taste it on his tongue and in his blood –

Ohno’s hips bucked as his back arched away from the couch, and he came with a shuddering cry, his eyes screwed shut, his free hand nearly tearing the fabric of a cushion, but it didn’t matter, nothing mattered except for the sound of Sho grunting into the phone and coming while gasping Ohno’s name over and over again.

Ohno slumped back down onto the couch, the pounding of his heart threatening to burst his ears, his muscles temporarily useless, every cell in his body tingling with bliss. He could still hear Sho breathing hard through the phone as his consciousness wavered, and he drew his legs up and snuggled into the couch, ignoring the mess that he had made around him.

“Fuck.” Ohno chuckled at the first word out of the other man’s mouth. “Sorry, but. Shit. That was –” in his mind, he could almost see Sho licking his lips and regaining his composure. “That was – a first.”

Ohno laughed again. “You know, I made a mess. In the general…living room area.”

“You’re lucky; I only have one bed here. Might have to sleep without sheets tonight. Wonder if they have extras in the closet?” However, there was no sound that indicated Sho had in any intention of moving. He still sounded exhausted, but much more satisfied than he had been in the beginning of the conversation.

“Sho?”

“Hmm?”

“Hurry up and come back. Although I do have to admit that with the help of, uh, technology, the prospect of you being away is a lot less depressing.”

This time it was Sho’s turn to laugh. “Remind me next time,” he said, “to get you a laptop with a built-in camera.”

Later on, it turned out that Jun had such a laptop, and to this day either of Arashi’s two eldest could find it within themselves to explain to him why some of the keys had become sticky.



A teeny sequel, because I just had to bring Sho home XD

He made sure his back was turned when Sho came through the door, partly because for the entire day he had been claimed by a wild, teenager-ish wave of anticipation that made him shy, of all emotions, and partly because he didn’t know how people greeted their lover who had been away for two weeks. His traitorous mind, however, wouldn’t stop contemplating what it would be like if he could ram into Sho the moment he opened the door, like in all those sappy, foreign movies that always made Jun cry, and kiss him until they had both suffocated and drifted to wherever it was that people went when they die and they would still be kissing, even then, even beyond –

The sound of a key turning in the lock sent his thoughts fluttering, and Ohno couldn’t move, could only grip the edge of the sink as the air solidified around him, forcing him to shiver within his skin. He stared hard into the half-empty coffee cup he had just placed into the sink and almost expected to see ripples on the soft brown surface, his heart was beating that hard, was that the door opening? Or had it already opened? How much time had –

A pair of arms slid around his waist and warmth blossomed against his back, and instantly Ohno was transported back to those placid moments just before he woke, just before the familiar warmth from a dream would dissolve in fleeting watercolors within his mind. A cold nose nuzzled the curve of his neck, and he hissed at the shock and lost the hold on his cup, spilling the contents into the sink and drenching the air with the thick aroma of coffee.

The lips against Ohno’s neck parted and expelled a small sigh, a puff of warm air that made goose bumps rise along Ohno’s arms. Sho’s weight settled more fully on Ohno’s shoulders as he relaxed, the warmth solidifying around him.

“’M home,” Sho’s voice was right next to Ohno’s ear, not through a phone this time but the real thing, soft and husky and full of something Ohno couldn’t explain, could only feel.

Ohno stared at the arms that circled his waist and felt that he could only take in little bits of Sho at a time. Later, perhaps, he would take everything Sho wanted to give him, but not right now.

He turned a little, saw Sho’s chin and nuzzled it, rubbing his nose against the tender skin below his jaw, mouth open so his teeth grazed Sho’s Adam’s apple. Little tremors rippled through Sho and straight into Ohno’s bloodstream, and Ohno could feel the other man unfolding, the tense muscles slowly submitting to exhaustion, or rather, letting go of it.

Ohno turned fully around this time, letting his mouth trace the line of Sho’s jaw up to his ear, tongue lapping at the tender skin there. Sho was humming languid little sighs into Ohno’s hair, his fingers kneading his neck in a gentle massage.

They didn’t even make it out of the kitchen. Before either of them could fully comprehend what was happening Sho’s shirt had been thrown wide open and Ohno’s T-shirt was slowly turning brown with coffee in the sink, and their hips were moving together, Sho’s fingers around both of their cocks, and Ohno was whimpering his release into Sho’s mouth, one hand gripping Sho’s hair and the other leaving bruises on Sho’s arm. A few strokes and Sho was there as well, coming with a full-body shudder against Ohno.

Sho slumped over Ohno, who was running his fingers through Sho’s hair and trying to catch his breath. The edge of the sink dug hard into Ohno’s hips, and he was pretty much supporting Sho’s weight with barely enough strength left in his legs to remain standing, but none of it was really worth his attention because Sho had raised his head and was looking at him, smiling at him, leaning in for another kiss.

Some things, Ohno concluded as Sho took his hand and led them to the bedroom, would always be better than technology.