Birthday Present

Title: Birthday Present
Pairing: Ohmiya
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Smut… I guess? *fails*
Note:.
Ahhh… I’m so worried! Did I do a good job on the Ohmiyasmuttiness? Did I capture the feelings right? Ahhh. Mou. So worried. I can’t believe I wrote this while I was sick and I’m actually posting it up *sniffles*. Will it make your heart squeeze at the smuttiness <<can you believe that’s a word? Heehee>>? Is it even really that smutty? *runs away*
Enjoy…?
Requester: The lovely and wonderful Emirichan!!

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“Tanjoubi omedetou~!”

 

            Nino walked into his hotel room, exhausted from the day’s concert and his mini birthday party. He was now 25 years of age; already in his mid-twenties. He rubbed his throbbing temples and sighed, plopping down in a chair and pulling out his handy DS. He wasn’t ready to quit the day just yet. He wanted to get in some cherished, relaxing playing time before taking a shower. He knew the heat from it would cause him to fall asleep almost as soon as he was finished. And all he really wanted to do was beat this game….

            Someone bounded through his door, extremely and painfully loud. Nino didn’t want to look up; he just grimaced and flicked his fingers faster as his character was nearing death. Why had he forgotten to lock the door? He heard the crinkling of a bag and nearly let his eyes flitter away from the screen out of curiosity, already guessing who had come for a visit, but refused. He needed to beat this game, no matter what.

            The other person in the room didn’t seem to mind. He moved over to the couch and waited patiently for Nino to finish, knowing he would stop the game for him when he did.

            “Yes!” Nino shouted, jumping up. He had beaten the game! Once and for all! And it had only taken him a couple of weeks to do so. He smiled giddily, eyes shining with happiness. His tired hands shook and he switched the game of, tossing it on the chair he had just been sitting on. He cracked his knuckles and stretched, eyes squeezed tight. He peeked through one, arms still up, to seek the other person who was in the room.

            Ohno was smiling warmly and pleasantly at him. It sent a tired sizzle down Nino’s spine. He wondered mildly what the older man was doing in his hotel room though a voice in the back of his head was telling him he already knew. He put his arms down and opened the other eye, turning warily towards Ohno.

            Ohno walked over to him, arms outstretched. “Tanjoubi omedetou!” He exclaimed, embracing Nino tightly. Nino hugged him back for a second, and then made an attempt to move away, an unsuccessful one at that. Ohno held on longer the he should and lifted his lips to Nino’s ear. “Tanjoubi omedetou, Kazu,” he whispered again, the sound laced with sweetness. Finally he pulled away from the stiff Nino, making his way to the table where a plastic bag sat, invitingly.

            Nino knew Ohno wanted him to follow, and he did so rather reluctantly. Out of the bag, Ohno pulled a mini parfait. Nino’s mouth dripped even though he had just eaten two pieces of cake. It was his favorite and Ohno had known it. He was slightly impressed. “Would you like to cut it, Kazu?”

            Nino smiled tersely and nodded. He walked into the miniature kitchen, hands still shaking from the rush of beating the game, and that other thing, as well… He took a deep breath and pulled out a knife, probably one that was sharper than necessary, and made his way carefully back over to the table where Ohno was casually waiting for him.

            “I’ll be cutting it now…” Nino declared. He held the cake with one hand started to slice it with the other. The knife sliced through smoother than intended and nicked the end of his finger that was holding the cake in place. He let a startled yelp and pulled away, jerkily. The knife clattered out of his hand on the table and plate. Tears pricked his eyes and he squeezed his throbbing hand.

            And suddenly, something wet and fleshy was around his cut finger. He squeaked and stared down at Ohno’s black head; his mouth enclosing Ninos’ finger. His tongue caressed the cut while he sucked the blood. Nino’s face heated and his eyelids drooped, the touch sending shocks of pleasure thought his body. He wanted Ohno to stop, but it felt so good. He needed to get his emotions in check. He took in a careful breath and pulled his hand from Ohno’s, who had been gripping it gently, his finger coming loose from his mouth.

            “What are you doing, Ohno?” Nino asked, voice low and tight, attempting to glare at the other man.

            Ohno straightened up to look at Nino innocently. “What do you mean? It would be bad if your cut got infected, right? I was just doing you a favor.” He shrugged, like it was just something naturally done. “You wanna eat now?”

            Nino looked down, conflicted. His hand was still bleeding, causing little droplets to plop to the ground. He watched them fall for a second, mesmerized by the intense crimson dripping from him, then tuned his back to Ohno. “I’ll eat it later. I need to shower, and I’m tired. Go back to your own room.”

            He booked it then, over to the bathroom. He didn’t bother locking the door, knowing Ohno should be offended by the rejection. He expected him to go back to his own room. He urged him to, knowing it’d be hard to keep control of himself if the elder stayed with him in the tiny hotel room. He grabbed a tissue and wrapped it around his freely bleeding finger as to not bloody his clothes. He needed to wear them again.

            Nino stripped quickly, feeling the cold assault his skin instantly. He shivered and threw the tissue away. He hopped from one foot to the other, completely naked, and attempted to turn on the shower. “Goddamn, it’s cold!” He muttered, bloody finger slipping against the shower knob.

            Finally, after some long seconds of shivering and struggling to turn it, the shower sprang to life, hot water blasting out. Nino jumped in greedily, letting the hotness drip down his body. The water matted his hair to his head and, forgetting about the bloody finger, he reached up to ruffle it. The pain from the cut was miniscule now, compared to the burning water, but he accepted it gratefully. He sighed contently, the heat pushing his headache away.

            Nino jumped as the bathroom door clicked open. He slowly turned his head to peer through the glass to the figure distorted by it. It was Ohno. Hadn’t he left? His heart sped as the elder started to undress, threatening to break through his chest. Ohno set something on the sink and carefully undressed himself, his clothes piling on top of Nino’s.

            He couldn’t help but stare at the older man. No matter how choppy or distorted the body was from the glass, it was still wonderfully beautiful. The slightly tanned skin from fishing out in the sun. The beautiful slenderness and hardness of his chest and back. The wonderfully broad shoulders. Nino took it all in, never able to get used to it no matter how many times he saw the body. His eyes traveled down Ohno’s body to rest dangerously on Ohno’s lank self. He pulled his eyes up and turned away.

            The door to the shower slid open and Nino squeezed his eyes shut. “Kazu, how cruel to start showering without me!” Ohno said, his voice sounding hurt.

            “What are you doing in here, Ohno. I thought I told you to go back to your own room!” Nino let the poison seep into his voice. He didn’t want Ohno to leave, but he didn’t know what to expect if he stayed. Actually, he did, he just didn’t want to admit to the perverseness.

            Something pressed against his back and Nino straightened instantly. It was circular… “What the hell is that, Ohno?” Nino asked. Ohno didn’t answer, just slid the object around Nino’s back, over his shoulders down his chest… And Nino saw what it was. It was circular soap with a hole in the center. “What are you…” Nino couldn’t finish his question. Ohno’s arms slid over Nino’s shoulders, around his waist. With one hand, he held Nino’s slight arousal and with the other, he slipped the circular item around it.

            “I’m washing you,” Ohno replied simply. Slowly at first, he started to move the soap up and down on Nino, causing little bubbles of soap to appear. Then, he sped the pace, causing Nino to groan inwardly and lean forward, his eyes closed from the pleasure.

            Ohno’s fingers wouldn’t touch Nino’s body, although Nino really wanted him to. What was Ohno trying to do, kill him just when he turned 25? He was fully hard now, and Ohno seemed to notice. The older man pressed his body against Nino, wet skin brushing against wet skin. The touch sent burning waves of lust coursing through Nino’s body. He wanted to touch Ohno so terribly bad that it hurt.

            Ohno’s hand never stopped moving the soap up and down on Nino. Little gasps of pleasure were escaping Nino’s mouth. The hand that wasn’t holding the soap traveled up his chest, leaving a trail of soapy bubbles. The touch was gossamer like, causing Nino’s head to ache. He wanted so much more skin than Ohno was giving him. The hand continued up to rest on Nino’s nipples. He fingered them playfully and they stood from the touch.

            “O-Oh-chan…” Nino gasped, voice rough from the touches. Ohno’s soft lips pressed to Nino’s soapy back. Nino moaned. They were beside the spray of water so only little droplets were landing on each of them, making the experience all the more enjoyable. The heat from the water mixed with the heat from the touches was enough to make Nino go insane, but he held his ground until Ohno nicked his skin with his teeth. His head snapped up involuntarily and he let out an intense groan of pleasure.

            Ohno’s free hand moved down Nino’s back to his bottom and started caressing it. For the first time, Nino realized Ohno’s hardness pressed to his backside. He had a feeling he knew what was going to happen next. “Kazu…” Ohno mumbled, voice hoarse with pleasure. “I want you so much, Kazu…” And his fingers pressed into Nino. Pleasure shot through every particle of Nino’s body. No mater how many times Ohno would touch him like that or say those words, he could never ever get enough. The hand with the soap slowed its pace as Ohno pulled his fingers out from Nino and pressed his hard self to him. “Are you ready, Kazu?” Ohno asked, breath warm against the back of Nino’s neck.

            Nino grunted a response that Ohno seemed to take as a yes because not soon after, he was pushing into Nino. Nino’s eyes grew wide and he let out a yelp of hot pleasure, mind going blank. Swirls clouded his tired eyes and he couldn’t see or hear anything. He could only feel the hard presence of Ohno pulling in an out of him, going faster each time.

            Ohno started to slam into Nino and suddenly, the swirls were replaced with stars. No matter how many times this happened, it always hurt at one point, but Nino had learned to keep his complaints in, knowing they upset Ohno. He heard the strained grunts from behind him and tiny squeaks were let loose from his own wet lips. Ecstasy clouded his mind once again. “Oh-Oh-chan… I can’t…”

            “Just wait… for me… Kazu…” One of Ohno’s hands traveled down to Nino’s hardness and held it, rubbing softly. The touch was much different than the one in his backside. There was nothing urgent about it, just pleasant.

            And then they each let loose, at the same time, both of them shuddering from pleasure. The little screams that escaped their lips had the same tone. Ohno’s lips pressed to Nino’s back and Nino’s were open and wide.  Slowly, Ohno pulled himself out of Nino, turning him around to face him, breath coming out fast and warm. His hands ran up Nino’s wet and soapy body to caress his cheek. Then he pressed his lips to the younger, causing Nino to steal a gasp. The passion that blossomed from the kiss was in too many ways too much for Nino’s racing heart. He sucked at Ohno’s tongue, which had found his own instantly and then pulled away, collapsing in Ohno’s strong and steady arms. How could he be so steady after all that? Nino wondered, not noticing how Ohno slipped to the ground under his weight.

            “Kazu? Are you ok?” Ohno’s worried voice seemed to come to Nino from somewhere else entirely.

            “Today’s my birthday…” Nino said lazily. “Did you get me anything?”

            Ohno chuckled and ran his hands up and down Nino’s slender back, Nino doing the same to him, though slower and more determinedly. He wanted to feel Ohno. “I did,” Ohno replied. Nino could hear the smile in the elder’s voice and smiled into his collarbone, nuzzling in tight.

            “Then what’d you get me?”

            “I gave you myself,” Ohno said, voice soft and sweet, no joke. He stroked the back of Nino’s wet head, tangling his fingers in the dark hair. Nino’s tired hands fell away from Ohno’s solid body.

            “You’re the one… who took me,” he said, pouting into Ohno’s shoulder.

            “Yes, that may be true, Kazu, but I do love you. And by doing that, I am now yours. Enjoy your present.”

            I already am, Nino tried to say, but as his exhausted lips tried to form the words, blissful unconsciousness filled in around him, leaving him sleeping peacefully in Ohno’s tight and loving arms.

 

            Ohno stared down at his lovers sleeping form. The water which had been so hot when he had first stepped in was now getting cool. How long had they been in? For a few seconds, he marveled at the water streaming Nino’s back and splashing up into his face. Then, mustering all the strength he had left in his tired limbs, the lanky man stood up, pulling the unconscious man along with him. He turned the water off with one hand and then pulled Nino into his arms, careful not to wake the younger.

            He pulled a towel off of the towel rack and brought Nino to his bed, sidestepping the blood that had dripped from Nino’s finger earlier. He dried him off; marveling at the sight of the younger’s body. Then, slowly and carefully, he dressed himself, then Nino. He put Nino under the covers, and stared down at his peaceful face. He brushed a wet strand of black hair off of Nino’s face, then bent down low to press their lips together, gently and sweetly.

            He pulled away reluctantly, turning to go, but something was holding him back. He looked to Nino, confused. “Oh-chan… mm….I love you….don’t…leave me.” Ohno’s smile was brighter than it had ever been. He threw the covers to the side and sidled up to Nino’s side, spooning him closely. He looked at him with love and warmth, one hand finding the other and intertwining the fingers, heat pounding off from both.

            “I love you too, my Kazu,” he breathed into Nino’s neck. He didn’t have time to notice the tiny, but devious smile plastered on Nino’s lips, as he slipped into the ebbing ocean of sleep.