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Wednesday 23 April 2008
Arashi Elevator series 5/10- trickylady
Title: Arashi Elevator series 5/10
Author: trickylady
Rating: R, Crack
Prologue
A long day meant for rest. There were interviews, photoshoots, promos, commercials, studio recordings and so much more. The five men couldn't help but drag themselves off into different directions, the elevator holding but two people at a time. It was a special, private, tinted-glass elevator. There were about 100 floors to descend and all of the maintenance workers had gone for the day. Two of the five young men walked through the open doors drowsily. As much as they wished for their day to finally be over, there was one last mishap in store for them.
The closet-sized transportation device made its way onto their floor. Nino pushed Jun and Sho -who were discussing global warming in an amusing fashion- to the side, tugging Ohno along with him. The leader's face crinkled into discomfort, mumbling a few excuse me's before climbing in with Nino languidly.
The doors slid closed silently, Ohno looked over at Nino. Nino was distracted by the repetitive high-pitched elevator jingle or he might have noticed the half-smirk on Ohno's petite pink lips. Ohno slithered closer, nonchalantly. His fingers trembled behind his back as he readied himself for a conflict. With one large inhale, Ohno squeezed firmly at Nino's behind, who body flinched instantly.
"What the fuck Ohno!?" Nino shouted.
"It was all cute and round, and it was asking to be touched." Ohno announced in a matter of fact way.
"It's my property. Don't just tug at my body parts whenever you please. Do that to yourself if you're so horny." Nino hissed in response.
"But it's not the same." Ohno pushed his bottom lip out, a pout being the result.
"Doing that will get you nowhere, I have no feelings." Nino stated dryly.
"Oh really? Then you're kind of like a robot, yes? And I can do this and you won't feel it." Ohno pinched Nino's left butt cheek, quickly moving on to grab the area he did earlier.
"Ohno, you pervert! See! The fans don't get to witness this abuse! And then they think I'm the only groper extraordinaire among us!" Nino shouted carelessly.
"Why are you getting so angry?" Ohno patted the reddening cheeks softly.
"Don't touch me grandpa!" Nino swatted the overly friendly fingers away.
"But, I like your miniature curves." Ohno mumbled.
Even Nino was surprised as to why he understood.
"Shut up with those double-sided comments. I know you, I know you're not innocent." Nino pulled Ohno's shirt collar, tugging him closer. "Just admit it."
"I'll admit it, if you let me touch you again." Ohno smiled briefly, before putting on his most stern face, displaying his need for a compromise.
One of Nino's various music players was hidden between his tiny, malicious fingers, holding the voice record button, determined to prove to the fans and Arashi what they thought to be lies. Nino pretended to ponder the compromise, finally nodding in agreement. Ohno's smile grew to dangerous proportions.
"Nino I wanna touch there first." Ohno announced with assertiveness in his tone.
"First?! What kind of sick Leader are you?" Nino retorted.
Ohno ignored the whimpers, a firm hold on the languid member at the front of Nino's jogging pants. The sneaky man swallowed difficultly, his eyes widening with each passing second that graceful digits traveled across his pants. Ohno stared at Nino lovingly, sucking in the sounds and expressions as if it were the first time. Nino swallowed again, his grip on the record button loosening slightly, his eyes beginning to fall closed. Ohno approached, his lips ghosting over the younger man's.
Ohno squeezed tighter, trying to tug Nino mad through the thin cotton. (Why had Nino forgotten to put on underwear, Ohno thought.) Consumed but not finish yet, Nino gasped out, Ohno trying to slip his hand underneath the baggy fabric. Nino grumbled, remembering they were still in a shaft, not quite sure of which level they had reached. Ohno fought against Nino, who's one hand dropped the mp4 accidentally and the other pushed at Ohno's stubborn fingers.
Jun, Sho and Aiba stared.
Once again, Nino had failed to tarnish Ohno's image. The culprit seemed to be him; appearing as though he was pushing Ohno's hand down into his pants, a hard on quite noticeable. Nino looked down, not aware of it. Ohno just smirked, proud of his unplanned accomplishment and Aiba giggled, curious as to how Nino's cock felt.
(Aiba had asked the other three what Nino's parts looked and felt like, curious. Sho just coughed and put his earphones back on, a flush of color painting his face. Ohno laughed, surprised as always how bold Aiba could be. Jun glared as if to say like I would touch that, go find out for yourself.)
After a few moments, Ohno freed his hand and left like nothing. Sho and Jun teased Aiba for gawking at Nino. (Which they did as well, but with more subtlety.) Nino scrambled to save his music device, noticing the 'playback' button was missing. He grumbled to himself, all his hard work with no reward.
"Nino, can I touch your cock?"
"No Aiba. Go play with yourself. If you're lucky, you might go blind."
Author: trickylady
Rating: R, Crack
Prologue
A long day meant for rest. There were interviews, photoshoots, promos, commercials, studio recordings and so much more. The five men couldn't help but drag themselves off into different directions, the elevator holding but two people at a time. It was a special, private, tinted-glass elevator. There were about 100 floors to descend and all of the maintenance workers had gone for the day. Two of the five young men walked through the open doors drowsily. As much as they wished for their day to finally be over, there was one last mishap in store for them.
The closet-sized transportation device made its way onto their floor. Nino pushed Jun and Sho -who were discussing global warming in an amusing fashion- to the side, tugging Ohno along with him. The leader's face crinkled into discomfort, mumbling a few excuse me's before climbing in with Nino languidly.
The doors slid closed silently, Ohno looked over at Nino. Nino was distracted by the repetitive high-pitched elevator jingle or he might have noticed the half-smirk on Ohno's petite pink lips. Ohno slithered closer, nonchalantly. His fingers trembled behind his back as he readied himself for a conflict. With one large inhale, Ohno squeezed firmly at Nino's behind, who body flinched instantly.
"What the fuck Ohno!?" Nino shouted.
"It was all cute and round, and it was asking to be touched." Ohno announced in a matter of fact way.
"It's my property. Don't just tug at my body parts whenever you please. Do that to yourself if you're so horny." Nino hissed in response.
"But it's not the same." Ohno pushed his bottom lip out, a pout being the result.
"Doing that will get you nowhere, I have no feelings." Nino stated dryly.
"Oh really? Then you're kind of like a robot, yes? And I can do this and you won't feel it." Ohno pinched Nino's left butt cheek, quickly moving on to grab the area he did earlier.
"Ohno, you pervert! See! The fans don't get to witness this abuse! And then they think I'm the only groper extraordinaire among us!" Nino shouted carelessly.
"Why are you getting so angry?" Ohno patted the reddening cheeks softly.
"Don't touch me grandpa!" Nino swatted the overly friendly fingers away.
"But, I like your miniature curves." Ohno mumbled.
Even Nino was surprised as to why he understood.
"Shut up with those double-sided comments. I know you, I know you're not innocent." Nino pulled Ohno's shirt collar, tugging him closer. "Just admit it."
"I'll admit it, if you let me touch you again." Ohno smiled briefly, before putting on his most stern face, displaying his need for a compromise.
One of Nino's various music players was hidden between his tiny, malicious fingers, holding the voice record button, determined to prove to the fans and Arashi what they thought to be lies. Nino pretended to ponder the compromise, finally nodding in agreement. Ohno's smile grew to dangerous proportions.
"Nino I wanna touch there first." Ohno announced with assertiveness in his tone.
"First?! What kind of sick Leader are you?" Nino retorted.
Ohno ignored the whimpers, a firm hold on the languid member at the front of Nino's jogging pants. The sneaky man swallowed difficultly, his eyes widening with each passing second that graceful digits traveled across his pants. Ohno stared at Nino lovingly, sucking in the sounds and expressions as if it were the first time. Nino swallowed again, his grip on the record button loosening slightly, his eyes beginning to fall closed. Ohno approached, his lips ghosting over the younger man's.
Ohno squeezed tighter, trying to tug Nino mad through the thin cotton. (Why had Nino forgotten to put on underwear, Ohno thought.) Consumed but not finish yet, Nino gasped out, Ohno trying to slip his hand underneath the baggy fabric. Nino grumbled, remembering they were still in a shaft, not quite sure of which level they had reached. Ohno fought against Nino, who's one hand dropped the mp4 accidentally and the other pushed at Ohno's stubborn fingers.
Jun, Sho and Aiba stared.
Once again, Nino had failed to tarnish Ohno's image. The culprit seemed to be him; appearing as though he was pushing Ohno's hand down into his pants, a hard on quite noticeable. Nino looked down, not aware of it. Ohno just smirked, proud of his unplanned accomplishment and Aiba giggled, curious as to how Nino's cock felt.
(Aiba had asked the other three what Nino's parts looked and felt like, curious. Sho just coughed and put his earphones back on, a flush of color painting his face. Ohno laughed, surprised as always how bold Aiba could be. Jun glared as if to say like I would touch that, go find out for yourself.)
After a few moments, Ohno freed his hand and left like nothing. Sho and Jun teased Aiba for gawking at Nino. (Which they did as well, but with more subtlety.) Nino scrambled to save his music device, noticing the 'playback' button was missing. He grumbled to himself, all his hard work with no reward.
"Nino, can I touch your cock?"
"No Aiba. Go play with yourself. If you're lucky, you might go blind."
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