Aiba I-Got-The-Most-Epic-Shock-Of-My-Life Masaki (or, Why you should always knock before entering)

He barrels past the ARASHI sign on the door, going “HEY YOU GUYS YOU’D NEVER GUESS – ohmigod. Ohmigod.”

Nino cracks open an eye, lazily. “Oh it’s you, Masaki.”

Ohno gives no indication of noticing Aiba’s appearance except for humming a little, which makes Nino squirm. “Ohgod, Satoshi.”

Unable to move, although now would be a really good time to, Aiba just stands there and gapes.

“You might like to, um,” Nino waves a hand rather bonelessly at the door. “Close the door. If you’re planning on, uh, staying. Ahhh – ” His hips start to move of their own accord, and Ohno doesn’t seem to mind, seems to take it rather well, really.

Finally, Aiba finds, to his immense relief, that his feet are responding again. He bolts for the door, slamming it shut, and seconds after hears Nino most assuredly experiencing Ohno-induced la petite mort.

“What’s wrong?” asks Sho. “Why are you lurking outside the room?”

“You really don’t want to go in there.”

“Why? Don’t be ridiculous; move over.”

Rather incoherently, Aiba tells him why.

“HAHA OH MY GOD I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU JUST WATCHED NINO GET A BLOWJOB. HAHAHAHA.” Sho laughs himself stupid, and poor Aiba, poor traumatized Aiba, can only scowl in response.

The door opens, and Nino pokes his head out. “What are you guys lurking outside for?”

“I hate you,” says Aiba fervently, having found his voice again. “Forever.”

“So what did you want to tell us?” Nino is the perfect picture of innocence, annoyingly so because he is the one who got the blowjob and not Aiba and why should he get to be so composed immediately post coitus? Life is so unfair.

“Can’t remember,” Aiba says miserably. He feels like he needs electric shock therapy, or something, just to forget the past ten minutes. He really should come up with something very, very cruel for the next AnS episode as payback for this.

Sho just laughs even more when Aiba cannot look at Ohno and Nino in the eye for the next few days without blushing a fetching shade of pink.

Sakurai I-Didn’t-Even-Know-That-Was-Possible Sho (or, Jun is always helpful)

At first, Sho doesn’t even notice, being thoroughly absorbed in a script for The Quiz Show 2.

He walks right in, even plonks himself down on a couch and – shrieks. Girlishly.

“Shut up,” says Nino, “if you’re going to be noisy, go away. At least Masaki kept quiet.”

Ohno displays tremendous focus, as usual, head bent in concentration, fingers curled around Nino’s impossibly thin hips. Both of them are panting slightly.

Sho didn’t even know that was possible. And he knows a lot of things. Like GNP and shit. But, well, apparently not this.

“I’m not going to break you know,” says Nino in a slightly annoyed tone. “Put your back into it.” Ohno instantly obliges, and Nino’s responses are much, much more satisfied this time.  

He can’t look, but he can’t not look, either. He settles for not moving, watching with a kind of fascination how Ohno pumps rhythmically, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple and down, down, down his throat. Nino’s fingers scrabble for purchase on the floor, helplessly, while Ohno picks up the pace and he doesn’t even bother anymore, grabbing onto Ohno in a way that’s sure to leave marks.

So that’s where the scratches came from. Sho’d thought Ohno had gotten a cat, or something. This made much more sense, really. Ohno wasn’t what you’d call a cat person.

He doesn’t realize how long he’s been watching them until Ohno picks up the tempo, hips moving in a blur, and Nino mutters an incoherent stream of expletives. His back arches – Sho can count his ribs – and Ohno follows suit, every muscle shuddering involuntarily while he falls forward, onto Nino. Neither seem to have any intention of moving.

"Mmmmpf," sighs Ohno. He is obviously basking.

“We’re not doing it on the floor next time,” Nino’s voice is muffled from under Ohno.

“But how’s that for technique, eh,” says Ohno, sounding impossibly pleased with himself. Sho can’t help but agree, uncomfortably shifting in his seat a little with script thrown off to the side, resolutely telling himself I did not just get off on my bandmates getting it on. Really.

“ARGH, YOU GUYS DID IT AGAIN,” Aiba walks in, covering his eyes. He moans despairingly. “I hate it here.”

“Hate what?” Jun says conversationally, strolling in two steps after. “Oh. Whatever, it’s just Ohno and Nino.”

Ohno huffs a little. “Just? You should have been here two minutes ago.”

“Hm.” Jun has perfected the noncommittal tone of voice. “Ah, Sho-chan too.” He leers a little, “Want help taking care of that?”

Sho’s mind goes damn it and why not and oh God yeah.

“You so want to,” says Jun, self-satisfied grin on his face. He sits himself neatly into Sho’s lap, “Come on.”

Aiba yelps. “NOT HERE, GO AWAY, NOT HERE PLEASE.”

“Okay,” Jun’s wicked grin suggests that Sho will be very, very happy in a mere matter of minutes. “Let’s go.” Sho allows himself to be led out, unresistingly, trying his best to ignore the way Nino smirks knowingly at the both of them.

Aiba puts his head on the table. “I really need a new room,” he mutters. Ohno and Nino ignore him.