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A piece of rainbow for [livejournal.com profile] smile_arigatou Part 2


*+*

Ohno couldn’t sit still. He was at Matsumoto’s office, waiting for Aiba, probably not even ten minutes later, but it sure felt like he’d been there for hours. He was sure he had just received the most suspicious stare of the century from Sho the second he told Sho if he could ask Aiba to come to Matsumoto’s office for a bit so they could talk, in private, at least before he and Sho leave the studio. It was obvious that Sho was itching to ask him what the fuck was going on with the way Sho had looked at him but Sho probably figured he wouldn’t answer anyway so Sho once again let it go.

Ohno was sure it was just for now.

When the door to Matsumoto’s office opened, he was immediately up on his feet before Aiba could properly greet him.

“Ohno-san?” Aiba called from the door, bowing his head in greeting. “Sakurai-san said you wanted to talk to me?”

He nodded, gesturing Aiba inside. “Aiba-san, I’m sorry for keeping you from your work,” he apologized. “This will just be quick. Have a seat please.”

Aiba looked evidently confused but did what he was asked. Soon, Aiba was sitting on the opposite chair he was sitting on, looking expectantly at him. “It’s okay,” Aiba said. “We were just doing the final checks but that’s fine. Nino can do that part better alone anyway. What is it you wanted to talk to me about?”

He heaved a sigh. It was now or never. “I’m sorry if this sounds confusing, or weird, or anything, but,” He paused, gathering the last of his courage to ask Aiba. “A while ago, I heard you humming something. A song.” He paused. Aiba simply blinked at him. It was evident in the way Aiba kept blinking at him that he didn’t know what he was being asked about.

So he did what he probably wouldn’t in normal circumstances: he hummed the song loud enough for Aiba to hear, hoping it would trigger Aiba’s obviously short memory. To his credit, Aiba seemed to perk up upon hearing it.

“Oh, that song!” Aiba exclaimed. Ohno found himself absently reaching for his wallet, but stopped short when Aiba followed it with, “I don’t even know what it is, ha ha ha. I just heard it this morning when I came to wake Nino-chan. You heard it too, then? Quite catchy, yeah? I wonder if it’s another song he’s working on for Matsujun. He’s so good with music and lyrics arrangements, you see? And he’s the technical guy too. He’s so talented, our Nino-chan.”

To say that he was stunned was an understatement. He didn’t know what to say, or even where to begin as he vaguely listened to Aiba ramble on about how Ninomiya was Matsumoto’s resident arranger, may it be in terms of music or lyrics. That Matsumoto purchased three units here, converted the other two into this studio and let Ninomiya stay in the other. Aiba was apparently residing on the lower floor with his girlfriend.

“I… w-would you know if N-Ninomiya-san is…if he’s… if he’s somehow writing songs in his free time, too?” he stuttered, unsure of why his heart was beating crazily fast in his chest as he said this.

Aiba couldn’t have looked prouder than he was at that moment. “Sure,” Aiba said, “But he doesn’t let us see them. Matsujun always nags him to show his works sometimes but he doesn’t want to. I don’t know what his deal is, really.”

Somehow, Ohno knew exactly what Ninomiya’s deal was.

The oddness with which Ninomiya treated him, the way Ninomiya seemed to have developed some kind of rare, ‘get the fuck away from me’ condition whenever Ohno was within the vicinity. Everything seemed to be pointing towards the fact that Ninomiya was being so careful around Ohno ever since the first time they had met, here in the studio, careful not to talk too loud or move too suddenly without thinking lest he would give himself away.

But to be honest, doing so only made Ninomiya even more suspicious.

Ohno didn’t realize his fingers had somehow acted without his volition until he had his wallet in hand and he was in the motion of tugging the lyric sheets he was keeping there until Aiba’s voice prompted him out of his temporary daze.

“Ohno-san? Are you okay?”

He wasn’t, that was for sure. But he couldn’t tell Aiba that, could he? Or maybe he could, maybe this was actually the chance he’d been waiting for. It was scary to allow himself this, to expect things to finally come to a conclusion but he couldn’t just leave now without making sure he wasn’t simply imagining things. That every little detail Aiba just told him was pointing to that one person he had spent five long years trying to find.

Ninomiya.

All of a sudden, it was as though something just clicked into place in Ohno’s head, blinking the haze that was currently blocking his vision. Somehow, it didn’t surprise him that the moment the haze cleared, he was looking at something even though it wasn’t exactly there.

The lyric sheets. The handwritten words. The letter initials.

After that, he realized he was pulling the lyric sheets out, both of them, spreading them open on top of Matsumoto’s elegant coffee table afterwards. He knew he must have been freaking Aiba out now, that he must have looked like a possessed man but he couldn’t find it in him to care. Gaze darting to the bottom of both pages, he blinked, once, twice, gasping when he realized what he was actually looking at. He thumbed the initials printed on both papers, just to reassure himself that he wasn’t imagining it before he was flipping the other one over.

He stared, wide-eyed and stunned at the newly revealed images he saw there.

Of course, Ohno realized it now, the letters weren’t actually overlapping, they never were, as he’d first suspected. They were, in fact, written upside down, and were obviously written connected to the initials M and J.

Looking closely, Ohno could clearly read it now.

“A-Aiba-san, just one more question,” he grunted, throat too tight he could barely say the words without forcing them out. “C-Can you tell me what Ninomiya-san’s first name is? I’m not sure if Matsumoto-san ever told us what it is,” he asked, ignoring the fact that Aiba was probably looking at him as if he was insane.

And maybe he was; maybe this was what losing one’s sanity actually felt like.

Aiba looked as though he wanted to say something else but he obviously didn’t know how to. Despite his confusion, Aiba answered, and when he did, Ohno felt as if all the blood in his body had been drained out of him in an instant.

“Kazunari,” Aiba said. “His full name is Ninomiya Kazunari, Ohno-san.”

Ohno’s gaze fell on the lyric sheet spread on top of the table, realizing he was gripping it tight enough to tear it. He forced himself to let go, chest heaving hard, unable to form the words as he stared at the letters in awe. He should have known, he really should have but…

But he didn’t, and oh God.

“O-Ohno-san?”

N K. The letters written connected to the M and J, written upside down, were N and K.

N for Ninomiya. K for Kazunari, Ohno was sure of it.

Ohno closed his eyes and felt his heart dropped.

*+*

He felt entirely like a man on a mission.

He left Aiba in Matsumoto’s office with a curt ‘thank you’ and a hurried ‘see you later’ once he was sure where to find Ninomiya. It seemed like he wasn’t at the studio anymore, since he made Aiba check it himself by requesting him to call the control room. One of the assistants there answered the telephone and told Aiba that Ninomiya left for a bit to get something from his apartment, some cables or other, the assistant wasn’t sure.

The unit was so close to the studio that it didn’t even take that long for Ohno to reach it. He was vaguely aware of his phone vibrating in his pocket – it was probably Sho – but he ignored it. What he couldn’t ignore, however, was his own body vibrating in combined anticipation, excitement and something else he couldn’t quite put his fingers on yet but he knew that it had something to do with the person he’d spent years imagining meeting again.

When he reached the front door of Ninomiya’s apartment, however, he could feel all the tension from the past few weeks vibrating under his skin; he could barely keep himself from banging on the door with force that was absolutely unnecessary. He was calling Ninomiya’s name in between each pound of his fist against the door, frustration settling at the pit of his stomach and vaguely considering breaking another person’s property when he absently reached for the knob and turned it.

If Ohno was surprised to find it unlocked, he didn’t dwell on it much. He couldn’t. There were other things he should obviously worry about, like how he was shoving the door wide open and marching his way inside another person’s home and invading it without permission, but he couldn’t.

He was too damn anxious to talk to Ninomiya that the thought of ending up behind bars for trespassing wasn’t enough to stop him.


*+*

The silence Ohno was expecting to greet him wasn’t there.

Instead, he was greeted by the sound of another familiar instrumental music playing almost too loudly inside the apartment. It wasn’t the same one he had heard from Aiba earlier, but Ohno was certain this one was from the same batch he had received.

Ohno walked further, vaguely taking in the sight on his way in. There were the usual stuff found inside a musician’s house and Ohno found himself noting them curiously: the familiar-looking battered red guitar resting on the floor near the couch lyric sheets occupying the table top, CDs, pens, pencils, an empty coffee mug, an empty water bottle. He frowned when he caught sight of the numerous gaming consoles and cables littering the living room floor, and the alarming numbers of TV sets placed on every corner. It almost distracted him from listening to the music instrumental still playing much too loudly for Ohno’s ear, and remembering its title and the first few lines vividly when he closed his eyes.

“My reflection overlaps in the car window with you who are smiling next to me
You're this close to my side and yet I can't touch you
The melody that plays from the stereo now is just sad to me
I wish I could make you only mine”



*+*

An invisible hand closed around his heart painfully, and Ohno found himself clutching the front of his shirt, fingers rubbing over the spot as if he could somehow ease the pain. He couldn’t, and somehow, he knew that it would take more than his carefully gathered courage to do so but the least he could do was try.

That was when the music suddenly stopped.

“Hmm, excuse me, what –“ he turned to the sound of the voice and found Ninomiya standing there, clutching some cables in his hand. Ohno paid little attention to it as he zeroed in on Ninomiya’s face. “Oh, Ohno-san, it’s you,” Ninomiya said, looking strangely calm for someone who had just found a stranger standing in the middle of his living room. Ohno kept looking at him. “Are you lost? I mean, this isn’t the studio, this is actually my –“

“Your apartment, I know,” he said, surprised that he could still come up with proper words despite the way his heart was trying to beat its way out of his chest. It was disconcerting and the feeling worsened the moment Ninomiya carefully and very familiarly averted his gaze from Ohno’s.

It made something in Ohno’s chest ache and a sound close to misery escaped the back of his throat without meaning to.

“Well, if you need anything, I’m sure it’s not here. Shall I escort you back to the studio so you can ask Aiba-san?”

He was striding towards Ninomiya without a word, his footsteps marred with purpose, hands catching Ninomiya by his forearms tight enough to leave bruises and backing him against the couch’s back as the cables Ninomiya had in his hand fell to the floor. He knew he was acting like a possessed man, and probably looked like one too, but he couldn’t help it. Ninomiya looked entirely like a deer caught in headlights at the action, eyes wide and lips parted in shock as Ohno trapped him against the couch with his body. The look on Ninomiya’s face should have been enough to prompt him to back away, but he was too damn scared that if he as much as loosened his hold around Ninomiya, he’d run.

“What I need,” he said, letting each word out with feelings, his fingers tight around Ninomiya’s hips. “Aiba-san won’t be able to give me. He can’t.”

“O-Ohno-san, I don’t –“

“Is this yours?” he asked, not bothering giving Ninomiya any chance to preempt him, his voice dangerously low as he raised the lyric sheet up to Ninomiya’s face with his other hand. He had Ninomiya safely pinned against the couch with his own body after all, so any move to free himself would be futile. He knew that the pressure he was putting on Ninomiya was just enough to prevent him from quickly fleeing at the first chance he got.

Ninomiya was as still as a rock against him, even though his eyes were dark with apprehension but that only urged Ohno on. “Ninomiya-san, I’m asking you, is this yours?” he tried again, his voice tight.

Ninomiya didn’t even bother glancing at the paper, didn’t even gave it the attention it deserved before he was uttering a rough “No” in response. Ohno felt his blood turn to fire under his skin.

Well, he should have anticipated this, shouldn’t he? It wasn’t like he was simply asking Ninomiya for his phone number and even if he was, he was sure it wouldn’t be as damn dramatic as this.

“You’re lying,” he said. Sure Ninomiya could deny it all he wanted but Ohno was done with all this cat-and-mouse chase bullshit. “You’re playing the song that I received from my anonymous composer just recently, the same exact song even, and the lyric sheets he’d been sending me bear your initials,” he bit out, unnecessarily rougher than what was probably intended but he didn’t care; Ninomiya deserved it, after all.

The skin on Ninomiya’s jaw twitched visibly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ninomiya grumbled, trying to scramble out of Ohno’s hold. Ohno didn’t give him a chance. He couldn’t, not now. Chest heaving, he took his wallet out from his pocket, shaking the contents out without bothering to look where they landed, only caring about catching the convenience store receipt he’d been keeping there.

When he raised it to Ninomiya’s face, however, Ninomiya’s expression changed drastically. It was the most heart-breaking thing Ohno had to witness up-close, and it hurt.

But before Ohno could call him out on it, Ninomiya had his face turned: a move specifically did to guard, to cover every single emotion Ohno knew were currently flitting through his eyes.

“Fine, if you want to play that game,” he said, gruffly. He wanted desperately to shake the fuck out of Ninomiya and it was only by sheer willpower that he hadn’t done so yet. “You don’t want to admit you’re that composer, fine, let’s pretend you’re not. But for now, let’s talk about this,“ he said, shaking the tiny convenience store receipt to Ninomiya’s face, turning it around and pointing at the handwritten words behind it.

“You remember what this is, right?” he asked, voice trembling something bad. Something that was probably close to desperation. “Well, you should. Because you were the one who wrote this, on the spot, when I asked you to. That night five years ago… in that club I was working at, where we met, you remember?” he said, not really asking but stating it. Ninomiya remained still, lips pursed into a thin line.

He also refused to look at Ohno and Ohno felt his desperation crushing what remained of his desire to make things right.

He found himself leaning forward, hearing the little gasps of surprise leaving Ninomiya’s mouth the second his forehead touched Ninomiya’s cheek, his other hand worming around the back of Ninomiya’s head. He was at this point where he might even consider begging Ninomiya, but it was hard when it was obvious that Ninomiya was hell bent on keeping his mouth shut as well.

“You won’t admit you wrote this,” he paused, then, “Or the songs, fine,” he started, closing his eyes at the feel of Ninomiya shifting just the tiniest bit against his hold. “But you don’t have to, really. Because I know. You’re hand-writing already gave you away, Ninomiya-san.” he added. Ninomiya remained unmoving, quiet. He treated that as a cue to continue.

“And I’m not going to force you either,” he added, softer this time, against the side of Ninomiya’s neck. There was a little shudder there the moment his lips touched Ninomiya’s skin. “I know you have your reasons but it’d be nice to finally meet the person I have spent five long years looking for so I could at least thank him properly.”

“Just say thank you and be done with it,” Ninomiya muttered, and Ohno couldn’t help the bubble of laughter floating up to his throat.

“I can’t,” he said, closing his eyes and dropping his face against Ninomiya’s shoulder. “I have so many things to ask him, things to tell him besides thank you,” he said. “Like why he’s sending me awesome song compositions and prefers to remain anonymous when we both know he shouldn’t. He’s rocking the Japanese music industry with his songs and he doesn’t want anyone to know he’s the brain behind them?”

He was going about this lightly; none of the dramatic things he planned to say came out but he guessed there was no need for it. Finding Ninomiya should have been as easy as sitting close to him that night five years ago, but it hadn't been. Still, Ohno believed that things happened with very specific purposes and for him and Ninomiya, this was it.

They went on with their separate lives after the night they had met, Ohno to his singing career and Ninomiya helping him secretly. It was a partnership neither of them was aware they were sharing, which was the best kind, really, and Ohno had every intention of making it official.

He only needed Ninomiya to say yes.

There was a space of probably two heartbeats before he heard Ninomiya’s answer, soft and low, almost inaudible through the noises his own breath and heart were making.

“Why would you even keep it?” Ninomiya whispered; not at all the answer Ohno was waiting for. Ninomiya wasn’t even answering, he was asking Ohno about the paper he’d kept with him all these years and Ohno knew this was where he was going to have to bare his heart open, his feelings, but to hell with it.

He kept a hand around the back of Ninomiya’s neck as he struggled to come up with words, the right ones at least, knowing that he might say something stupid and ruin his chance to make things right. He was completely unsure of how to tell Ninomiya he’d only been waiting for him even in the face of such obvious admittance. He wished he was better at putting his thoughts into words just like Ninomiya was.

“Why wouldn’t I?” he asked. It wasn’t a question, really, but it was hard to think of anything else. His heart was racing, and it was so damn difficult to come up with something better because he was afraid he would ruin the moment.

“I… you don’t have any reason to. What we had, what we did, it meant nothing. It shouldn’t. We weren’t… we weren’t anything, not to each other at least,” Ninomiya breathed out, and for all its worth, it was everything Ohno needed to hear, and nothing else. “So, you really… you shouldn’t have kept it,” Ninomiya repeated, mostly to himself.

“This is the only memory I have of you,” he confessed. They had passed the point where they could have simply sat down and talked about this like normal adults would but he figured nothing about this – about the two of them – was normal, or ordinary to begin with really. They had met in a bar one night, got drunk, hooked up, and went on their separate ways. Just how it should have been.

Only they didn’t. Ohno had kept something of Ninomiya even without knowing they’d meet again, and Ninomiya - and this Ohno was certain despite himself, despite the fact that Ninomiya hadn’t admitted it yet – hadn’t exactly disappeared either.

“I didn’t know how to find you, so I kept this; I promised myself that if I ever meet you again, I’d show it to you, just to prove to you that I didn’t forget you,” he said. Ninomiya kept quiet.

“But you did, didn’t you?” Ninomiya whispered after a while. “You forgot. You didn’t even know it was me until…until now,” Ninomiya mumbled, and it was a confession, an admission, and it made Ohno’s eyes sting. Because it was the truth. He might have not realized it sooner, might not even remember Ninomiya’s face clearly – he was knocked out drunk that night after all – but it didn’t mean he’d forgotten everything. At least not the way this man’s lips perfectly fitted his, or the fact that he’d never been with someone who’d knocked him off his feet at first glance.

“I was drunk,” he explained, shakily, knowing that it was the worst alibi he could have possibly come up with but it wasn’t really an alibi if it was true. And in Ohno’s case, it was. He was so drunk then that he could barely remember how the two of them had ended up tangled together from head to toe in a bed that belonged to neither of them. But one thing was certain, he had wanted to do it again, at least once he was sober enough to ask Ninomiya’s name but he wasn’t able to.

Ninomiya was gone the next time he opened his eyes after all.

“And I meant to make it up to you the next morning, get to know you better at least, but you didn’t exactly allow me the luxury. You were gone the next day, you remember?”

Ohno saw the way Ninomiya’s cheeks grew pink and he swore it was the cutest thing, the closest thing to perfection he'd ever seen. Now, he realized there was a reason Ninomiya had kept to himself, a very big reason why he had never let his guard down around Ohno, why he did everything he could to avoid catching Ohno’s eyes.

Because Ninomiya knew Ohno would recognize him easily.

“As far as I know, that’s how one night stands are supposed to go, Ohno-san,” Ninomiya said, softly as he glanced down.

“Not for us, no,” he breathed, taking advantage of the fact that he still had the upper-hand right here. He had Ninomiya safely pinned against the couch after all, and he had nowhere else to go unless Ohno let him. Ohno reached down for the lyric sheet he allowed to fall on the couch earlier and gestured Ninomiya to look at it.

“This just proves it,” he said, confident enough to keep his gaze on Ninomiya’s face as he spoke. “This and the several other songs I have in my possession. You’ve been with me all this time and I didn’t know it. I am so stupid,” he said. Ninomiya pursed his lips, as if he was having a hard time keeping himself from talking.

Ohno continued. “But you didn’t expect me to have this with me,” he said, holding the receipt up, dangling it in between his fingers, in front of Ninomiya’s face. “The one thing that would make comparing the handwritten words easier, the one thing that would lead me straight to the person I was with that night, the same person who put me where I am right now because of the songs he’s been generously writing for me.”

“It’s not –“

He placed a hand over Ninomiya’s mouth softly, carefully, to stop Ninomiya from further denying Ohno’s claim. But it wasn’t a claim per se, not when all the facts were laid bare for Ohno to see, all of them leading him to Ninomiya.

“Stop, Ninomiya-san,” he murmured, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Ninomiya’s own before he let go. The gesture was gentle, intimate, but Ohno wouldn’t have done it any other way. “I know it’s you, okay? You can deny it all you want but you can’t hide from me, not forever, not even if you try. You just can’t, so stop, okay? Ninomiya-san, just stop.”

“I still haven’t –“

“You don’t have to,” he exhaled in a rush. He backed back a step, just far enough for him to be able to reach up so he could catch Ninomiya’s cheek carefully in his hand. "I don’t need you to; I know it’s difficult, and I probably won’t understand why you seem hell bent on keeping your identity a secret but I guess I’ll just have to leave you to it. I can’t force you to tell me why you’re doing this, and I won’t. You will when you’re ready, and when that time comes, I’ll be here. Okay?” he said. “I’m just so happy I finally found you, Kazu. I’m just so glad, really.”

Ninomiya’s eyes were shaded with something Ohno was going to have a hard time forgetting, feeling his chest constrict at the sight. Regret, hope and something Ohno knew mirrored what was probably written in his own. He smiled, hoping Ninomiya could see it too. Then, without warning, Ninomiya’s hand found Ohno’s still plastered against Nino’s jaw, and held it, his hand warm against Ohno’s skin.

“I thought you never would Oh-chan,” Ninomiya whispered, his voice thick with emotion and Ohno never felt his heart so full until this moment. “It took you too long, so long I thought I’d have to keep waiting. I thought you’d never find me, I was afraid you never would,” Ninomiya breathed, miserable, and Ohno found himself shaking his head as he took Ninomiya’s face in his hand.

Ohno couldn’t find his voice, so he didn’t bother anymore. He didn’t need to, not when he could say everything he hoped to verbalize without talking. He guided Ninomiya’s face and sealed his mouth over Ninomiya’s lips.


*+*


It wasn’t much of a struggle to back them away from the couch so he could sit them properly on it. His hands were on either side of Ninomiya’s hips, guiding him to straddle his lap as they kissed. Ninomiya’s lips were chapped and tasted strongly of coffee, and Ohno found himself eagerly chasing every little traces of it with his tongue. Ninomiya moaned into his mouth and Ohno felt wholly occupied with the task of swallowing every little sound Ninomiya was making, fingers alternating between stroking Ninomiya’s back and pulling him closer.

There wasn’t even an ounce of awkwardness between them now. Ohno vaguely realized this as they kissed and touched like the past five years hadn't happened. Ohno found it inexplicably hard to not give in to his body’s demands, catching Ninomiya’s head in between his hands to steady him, and kissing him before he was pulling away to look at Ninomiya properly.

What he saw made his breath catch: the expression on Ninomiya’s face and the moisture gathering at the corners of his eyes.

He smiled, pressing his hand against the side of Ninomiya’s neck to tug him down, this time for a softer, tamer kiss, mindful of the way Ninomiya’s lips parted automatically for him. There was no urgency, and Ohno liked it better like this. Ninomiya’s breath stuttered out in a gasp and into his mouth when he flicked his tongue out for teasing lick, for a quick taste, tilting his head a little for a better fit. Soon, their kisses grew heated again, passionate in a way Ohno liked, craved. Ninomiya’s grip on his shoulders tightened, one of his hands moving to Ohno’s hair.

Ohno’s own were branded around Ninomiya’s waist possessively, and it was the closest to perfect Ohno had ever felt in years. They kissed until their lungs hurt from the need of air and Ohno found himself panting harshly against Ninomiya’s cheek as Ninomiya did the same into his hair.

“I want to do something,” he murmured, hesitantly, into Ninomiya’s neck. “A-Are you going to let me?” It was hard to keep his hands to himself when Ninomiya was here, willing and pliant beneath his hands. He wanted to take it slow but it was so damn difficult; and the explosion of heat around his thighs had begun the moment their lips had touched.

He looked down at himself and cursed. “You see, I’m… shit, I-“ he paused and hissed when Ninomiya shifted on his lap, the action making him bump his ass against Ohno’s crotch.

It was pure torture. “Hard,” Ninomiya commented blithely, his eyes travelling from the front of Ohno’s pants to the almost obscene dent tenting the front of his trousers. Ohno felt like he should have been offended, but all coherent thoughts marched out the window the second Ninomiya reached down and palmed his erection through his pants, his fingers moving with purpose. “Jesus Christ.”

“Yeah,” Ohno said, swallowing his embarrassment forcefully. He titled his head up to catch Ninomiya’s lips, grunting when he got Ninomiya’s chin instead. Ninomiya giggled half-heartedly, and Ohno found it so damn difficult to coordinate when Ninomiya was touching him like this. He wondered how he was able to perform that night, drunk, when he could barely keep his head straight and his hands from shaking now that he was sober. “Yeah, oh God, ah.”

Ninomiya’s mouth touched his, scratching his itch for him and it was the best thing, but it was made better when Ninomiya’s tongue joined in the party. Soon he was panting back into Ninomiya’s mouth, hips bucking back to Ninomiya’s palm and the combined torture was tantalizing. He was so lost to the feel and taste of Ninomiya’s kisses that he didn’t realize Ninomiya had upped the ante by slipping his hand inside the waistband of his jeans to touch him properly.

His body jerked upwards, in shock, sensation punching through him like a gunshot before everything spread like wildfire the second Ninomiya closed his fist around his twitching cock. He was hard within seconds, could barely make out words, could barely keep himself still as Ninomiya’s other hand worked on undoing his belt and button, sliding his zipper down afterwards.

“Like this?” Ninomiya whispered, his voice thick, breathy. Ohno wanted to drink the sound in, fill his head with it.

“Yes,” he replied, forcing himself to reciprocate the action by reaching between them so he could touch Ninomiya too. He was rewarded with an even breathier gasp the second he wrapped his hand around Ninomiya’s cock through his jeans, tracing the shape of him through the offending fabric. Ohno’s own breath stuttered when Ninomiya all but keened, founding himself leaning up to bite at Ninomiya’s chin lightly. “Like this?” he parroted, teasingly, and Ninomiya nodded his head at him, his eyes closed.

“Together?” Ninomiya asked. It wasn’t really a question, but a mere request, and Ohno was more than willing to fulfill it. Soon he had Ninomiya’s pants unzipped andhis hand around Ninomiya’s dick possessively. They were kissing still, sucking on each other’s tongue, and soon their hands were on each other’s cocks, jerking each other off.

“Yes, oh God –“ Ninomiya keened when he thumbed at the slit; he could barely keep the noises in, could barely form the words as his mind reeled at the memory of himself above Ninomiya, their bodies moving in tandem, Ninomiya’s legs wrapped around his hips as he pounded into the heat of Ninomiya’s body over and over again. “O-Oh-chan, please.”

What wouldn’t he give to have Ninomiya say his name like this, he wouldn’t know, but he guessed he didn’t have to. Ninomiya was here now, warm and real, and calling his name. He leaned up for a quick kiss, batting Ninomiya’s hand away from his cock and squeezing Ninomiya’s dick one last time before he was pushing Ninomiya to the couch on his back. Then, with quick work to relieve them of their jeans, – he pulled his own off in record-breaking time, throwing it on the floor and doing the same to Ninomiya’s own – he was back on top of Ninomiya, their shirts still on, his tongue shoved down Ninomiya’s throat as he lined their bodies together.

“Oh-chan?” Ninomiya whispered, obviously confused when Ohno hovered above him, their cocks touching just barely.

“Shhh,” he hushed, fingering the side of Ninomiya’s jaw tenderly, sliding his touch across the bridge of Ninomiya’s nose, his eyes, the corner of his lips. “Trust me, okay? Okay?” he said. “I just want to feel you.” he said, before he began to move.

*+*

Ninomiya moaned into his mouth; he was obviously close, and Ohno knew he wouldn’t last long either. Ninomiya’s legs were wrapped tightly around his hips, exactly how he remembered it, and Ninomiya’s hands gripped his forearms as they kissed. The sensation was incredible: Every goddamn movement made his cock harder than it already was, and with every thrust their cocks lined together, hard and stiff and incredibly wonderful. Ohno couldn’t keep himself from moaning either, gripping Ninomiya’s hips hard enough he knew he’d leave bruises on Ninomiya’s skin afterwards but figured he could apologize for it later.

“Fast,” Ninomiya hissed, throwing his head back as Ohno attached his mouth to the juncture between Ninomiya’s neck and shoulder, sucking that spot with urgency. “Faster, ah please, please!” Ninomiya growled, and Ohno complied, looking down and watching the way he slid his cock alongside Ninomiya’s, groaning low in his throat at the pretty sight.

He jerked his hips and felt both their cocks twitch. It was easier to move now, their navels filled with the sticky evidence of their combined desires. Ohno’s focus was solely on the feel of Ninomiya’s body jerking in time with his, of Ninomiya’s cock jumping in response to each slide of his own cock against Ninomiya’s dick.

“Close, oh God, close –“ Ninomiya whimpered, mouth seeking his and Ohno had to give in, couldn’t not, parting his mouth and granting Ninomiya’s tongue entrance. He was so hard it was borderline painful, working his hips methodically above Ninomiya as Ninomiya’s own met him halfway.

Ahh!” Ninomiya half-yelled, into his shoulder, shaking as he came, painting his skin. Ohno let him ride it out for a moment before he was moving again, chasing his own orgasm to follow the tails of Ninomiya’s own. He groaned when Ninomiya’s hand closed around his cock, tight enough to make him moan. Soon he was fucking Ninomiya’s hand, fingers gripping Ninomiya’s hips hard, dragging himself against Ninomiya’s stomach and hand, unmindful of the way Ninomiya was pressing kisses after kisses across his face, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip wet.

When he came, it was inside Ninomiya’s hand, with a long, drawn out moan that Ninomiya eagerly swallowed, his movements gradually slowing down as he rode it out. He couldn’t remember the last time it felt so wonderful like this, but he guessed it couldn’t be helped when the last time he actually did this was years before, and the only other person who made him experience the same, mind-blowing orgasm was also the person panting heavily beneath him now.

He braced himself on one of his elbows when his breathing had evened out and he could finally use his brain enough to coordinate himself, and used his other hand to cup Ninomiya’s cheek. “We’re going to have to do it better next time,” he said, only half-joking because he meant every word. He leaned down and kissed Ninomiya’s lips, once, twice, before he pulled away to find Ninomiya’s eyes were on him.

“Very soon,” he repeated, and it was a promise as much as it was a plea.

There was a terrifying pause before Ohno felt more than heard Ninomiya’s breath whooshed out on him in a rush, and Ninomiya’s hands around his shoulders pulled him down over Ninomiya’s body. He settled, warm and sated, and felt Ninomiya’s hand roaming down his back to squeeze at his butt.

“I say we do it sooner,” Ninomiya said, eyes twinkling with barely-concealed mischief. “Oh-chan,” Nino added, squeezing his ass as he did so.

He couldn't help it: he giggled, loving the sound of his shortened name and kissing Ninomiya again because he could.


*+*

Matsumoto did a once over between him and Ninomiya – Nino - to their hands tangled together on top of Ohno’s lap and shook his head. Sho, who was sitting to Matsumoto’s right was doing the same, albeit his eyes were round and wide compared to his. Ohno was convinced he was going to end up making Sho cry in the next coming days, especially now that he was with Nino but he could worry about that later.

“So does this mean I’m going to lose my chief technician because he’s dating an artist now?” Matsumoto asked. Ohno really liked the sound of that. He and Nino dating. It also felt very nice.

“If you do, can I keep him instead?” he asked, curious. To this, Nino ducked his head and buried his face into his shoulder, giggling. Ohno felt very much inclined to dig his nose into Nino’s hair and breathe him in, unmindful of the fact that he was doing it in front of an audience all the while being grateful for it, for this chance to have Nino close. He couldn’t help it, really.

“Stop saying stupid things, Ohno-san,” Nino said, into the fabric of Ohno’s shirt. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m not going to get the salary I’m getting from Jun-kun, you know? And besides -“

“Of course you can,” he countered; Nino lifted his head from Ohno’s shoulder and looked at him. Matsumoto was looking at him oddly too. “You can even buy your own studio if you want to,” he added, Sho making strangled noises in the background.

“What do you mean?” Nino and Matsumoto asked, simultaneously.

He looked at Sho for confirmation, but Sho seemed to be trying to strangle himself with his own tie. It was kind of worrying but also amusing. But he figured Sho was a grown man and therefore was completely capable of talking himself out of killing himself so he decided to ignore him.

He took his attention back to Nino, taking both of Nino’s hand in his. He stared at them, loving the contrasting colors of their skin and the way Nino’s small fingers fitted his.

“Well, because you’re several millions richer now?” he said, grinning at Nino’s frown. He really shouldn’t say this now, or at least not in front of an audience but he figured Matsumoto would know about it eventually.

“Explain,” Nino said, lips pursed.

He chuckled and reached over to cup Nino’s chin. “I had my company pay you for each and every song you composed for me; I made the arrangement for the payments to be deposited into an account under my name, which will be transferred to you now that we’ve found you,” he told Nino. He didn’t know if it was right to feel glad about the way Nino’s eyes widened in shock but he did and he wasn’t about to deny it.

“Holy crap, Nino,” Matsumoto cursed. “Wow.”

“W-What?” Nino stuttered, ignoring his employer. “What are you talking about?”

Ohno smiled. “That you have enough money to start your own recording studio?” he said. “Well, as of the last album, the total amount in that account is already more than several hundred millions of –“

Stop,” Nino cut in, “Jesus fucking Christ, are you serious?”

“Well, yes,” he said, “You can ask Sho-kun about it if you don’t believe me. He’s the one handling that account after all. You can ask him. He’ll tell you everything you need to know about it.”

“I’m… I was being paid even if you didn't know it was me?” Nino asked. “Y-You’ve been…paying me?” Nino repeated like he couldn’t believe it. Ohno couldn’t blame him.

“Of course,” he said, touching Nino’s cheek, his lips. “You didn't actually think we wouldn’t, right? Of course we would. It’s your songs, so you should be paid for them seriously.”

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Nino muttered, looking green. Ohno found himself scrambling to stroke Nino’s back as Nino moved to bend over. “Holy shit,” Nino hissed as Ohno pulled him up properly.

He tugged at his and Nino’s joined hands to pull Nino closer, his lips pressing against Nino’s temple.

“It’s just the start,” he whispered and this time, it was just loud enough for Nino. He'd wanted nothing but to give Nino everything, give Nino back what Ohno believed was due for what he’d accomplished because of Nino because of Nino’s song compositions.

“You've helped me get where I am because of your songs.” He paused, worming a hand around the back of Nino’s head to keep him in place as he leaned down to peck the tips of Nino’s nose, completely ignoring the fact that they weren't alone. “Now it is my turn to take you there, if you'll let me.”

Nino didn’t answer, but Ohno kind of didn’t need him to. They had time to figure things out as they went, together, and Ohno would make sure of it. He just needed Nino to be there with him, every step of the way from here on and they’d be okay.

Somehow, Ohno was sure that they would.

Date: 2016-09-05 05:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smile-arigatou.livejournal.com
OMG
I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT!!!
I was getting so excited the longer I read it, and I almost didn't want it to stop!!
Thank you soooo much!! I can't wait to know who you are so that I can give you a proper thank you!! Everything about this is perfect!!!! 💙💛

Date: 2016-09-21 06:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jade-lil.livejournal.com
woot! now you know :D I'm glad you liked it, girl <3

Date: 2016-09-05 08:35 pm (UTC)
falkner: photoshoot picture of Sakurai Sho from Arashi (遊戯王 ☆ thinking of you)
From: [personal profile] falkner
Ahhh, this is such a cute story. I love the premise and how you wrote it.

Date: 2016-09-21 06:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jade-lil.livejournal.com
Thank you so much :D I'm so glad you liked it <3

Date: 2016-09-05 10:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pupilurker.livejournal.com
💙💛😍😘

Date: 2016-09-21 06:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jade-lil.livejournal.com
kuuuuuuuuuuu <3

Date: 2016-09-06 12:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rainbow-teatime.livejournal.com
Oh. My. Gosh.
Whoever the writer is of this fic, know that you have just made the day of a tired office lady even better with this story.
I'm now reeling away with my fluffy Ohmiya feels *^^*
Thank you so much for writing this. Keep up the good work!

Date: 2016-09-21 06:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jade-lil.livejournal.com
YOU! You wrote my fic, and I adore it so much :D And I'm equally glad you liked this one too <3

Date: 2016-09-08 12:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] helenmaldon.livejournal.com
THIS WAS SO INTERESTING!!! Seriously, reading this, I was in like, DESPERATE suspense to find out what was going on with Nino!!! And then when Ohno went to find him I was like YES OHNO RUN TO HIM!! FIND YOUR TRUE LOVE!! Seriously, I love how you created the mystery around Nino's intentions, and the reveal of what had happened was so beautifully romantic and angsty, but with a gorgeous happy ending. This was such a treat to read, thank you! <3

Date: 2016-09-21 06:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jade-lil.livejournal.com
OMG, one of the fandom's best commenting on what I've written, you don't know how ecstatic I was when I read your comment :D Thank you so much. I'm so glad (and relieved) that you guys approved this :D

Date: 2016-09-21 11:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] helenmaldon.livejournal.com
You're way too kind, this comment made ME ecstatic! Thank you!! :DD

Date: 2016-09-08 04:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] astrangerenters.livejournal.com
Oh mannnnn what I'd give for an Ohno album that was just him covering the other members' solos. I'd pay so much $$$$ for that, Nino's new bank account would pale in comparison. Okay maybe that's an exaggeration. Loved the mysterious composer and even though it was obviously Nino, I liked the misdirection with Ohno wondering if it was Jun or Aiba. Loved how all those years Nino kept waiting for Ohno to find him, that's really cute. Nice job!

Date: 2016-09-21 06:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jade-lil.livejournal.com
Heyyyy, thank you :D Man, wouldn't it be wonderful if that happens? I mean, I've always wished for the members to cover each other's songs, especially during Arafes but oh well, I guess them backdancing for another member already counts? Thank you so much. I know the plot is really predictable but I'm still glad you liked it :D

Also, I loved the fic you wrote for [livejournal.com profile] shardaunei I knew it was you :D

Date: 2016-09-10 02:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nande-daiyo.livejournal.com
Ah I really got close to tears from how Ohno was aching for Nino though he didn't know it was Nino at the time and their reunion was so nice, dramatic and emoitonal but felt very real and convincing. And Nino telling Ohno that he forgot him. Ouch Ouch Ouch. You sure know how to prick at my heart. And the sex was hot hot hot. But so romantic and emoitonal at the same time.

I'm glad they found each other <3 <3 <3

Date: 2016-09-21 06:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jade-lil.livejournal.com
heyyyyy, thank you so much for reading :D and I'm so sorry about the little angst there :D glad you liked it XD

Date: 2016-09-10 03:14 pm (UTC)
reveetoile: (Omiya kuscheln)
From: [personal profile] reveetoile
That was such a good and cute story. I really really liked it :)
I'm so happy that they found each other and are happy now together
Thank you for sharing this

Date: 2016-09-21 06:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jade-lil.livejournal.com
hey you! thank you so much for reading and I'm glad you liked it :D

Date: 2016-09-13 04:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nino1711azuki.livejournal.com
Dear Author-san, thank you so much for this wonderful piece!!

It flows nicely from the beginning 'til the end of the story! Those little hints are so playful making me more curious wondering whether my suspicion is true. Also i didn't expect that there's something more rather than a mere secret composer who had made his singer to be so popular, or even a mere encounter in the bar! I've missed the hint until I looked back to the title that 'Love Letter and Music' also the lyric you add in page two. I really didn't expect that they had done something more than a one-night stand. ;;

It's amazing and I'm glad Ohno finally found him. And them to be dating in the end!
Thank you so much for this lovely fic. <3

Date: 2016-09-21 06:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jade-lil.livejournal.com
Azuki!!!! thank you so much and I apologize for the little confusion I caused? :D

Also, did you guess it was me? *grins*

Date: 2016-09-22 05:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nino1711azuki.livejournal.com
Jade-san!! *gasp* I didn't expect it was you! I really thought that you wrote for other pairing.

But knowing you who wrote this, I'm somehow glad.
Thank you for writing this. Love you more <3

Date: 2016-09-18 06:34 am (UTC)
phrenk: (je: Ohmiya SMISH)
From: [personal profile] phrenk
Oh gosh, the feeling in my heart as Ohno searched for his person, his Nino! I almost couldn't bear it with Nino there so close and Ohno yearning so much, but then they found each other again and fjsdlk;fjadslk I am a MESS OVER IT, OKAY. Gosh. Thank you for sharing!! ♥

Date: 2016-09-21 06:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jade-lil.livejournal.com
awwww, you <3 Thank you so much :D I am still not over the fic you wrote for me last time, you know?

Glad you liked this one as well. *Hugs*

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