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songbirdspeaksTitle: Washout (Hurricane Nagase is passing through Arashi-land)
Fandom: Johnny's & Associates (Arashi, TOKIO, Nishikido)
Pairings: Nagase/Aiba/Ninomiya, Nagase Tomoya/Aiba Masaki, Nagase Tomoya/Ninomiya Kazunari, Aiba Masaki/Ninomiya Kazunari, implied Arashi orgies, TOKIO orgies, Domoto Koichi/KAT-TUN and Nagase Tomoya/Domoto Koichi
Characters: TOKIO, Arashi (minus Ohno), Nishikido, mentions of Ohno, Yasuda, Ikuta Toma, Koichi
Word count: ~3300
Rating: NC-17 :D :D :D
Warnings: There's implications of everyone is gay syndrome in here~ you can pretend the people off-screen are dating girls?
Summary: Revenge is a dish best served in bed. (Or: After one 'aniki' too many, Nagase Tomoya teaches Ninomiya and Aiba about revenge.)
Notes: Set after Nagase's appearance on Arashi no shukudai-kun. This is one of my first times posting J&A RPF, let me know what you think! And pimp to your senpai-loving friends, if you feel so inclined~
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When Ninomiya and Aiba share another gleeful, evil look before they wail 'Anikiiiii~' at Nagase, Nagase realizes the little bastards are doing it on purpose. Because Nagase is a good idol and a good senpai, he plays it up for laughs--at least on the Arashi no Shukudai-kun set.
Inside, however, he's decided to teach Ninomiya and Aiba the lesson called revenge.
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After some consideration, he decides to leave Ninomiya for last; he claims it's because Aiba's easy, because Aiba's happy and smile-y and usually kind of pliable, at least for Nagase. He's a brat, but it's cute, coming from him. (And if there's a voice in the back of his head that sounds suspiciously like an amused Koichi commenting that it sounds more like Nagase is scared Ninomiya will put his evil little mind to work and help Aiba with some kind of experiment that results in a hungry monster that drinks all of Nagase's booze, well clearly that's because Koichi-voice is jealous Nagase doesn't need to ~shake his hips sexily~ to have sex with his kouhai, like Koichi still needs to with KAT-TUN.)
"Aiba-chan~" he calls, leaning into the Arashi break room and grinning widely at his cute little kouhai.
"Aniki!" chirps Aiba.
Nagase has put a lot of thought into this plan. He's pretty sure it'll work, even. "C'mere," he says, in his best 'senpai' voice. (Which, for reference, was pretty much identical to his 'I'm naked, isn't it awesome!' voice.)
"Okay," agrees Aiba, before Sakurai can grab him. Sakurai makes a face at Nagase, who only grins sunnily and drags Aiba off.
The good thing about Aiba is that Aiba is pretty much up for anything; the bad thing about Aiba is that he has a tendency to want to share. When Nagase shoves him into the empty Kanjani dressing room (ah, the wonders of having a group not based in the main office~) and kisses him up against the door, Aiba responds cheerfully. Nagase pulls away for a moment and Aiba already has his phone out--"we should call Oh-chan!"
"No, we shouldn't," Nagase says, but it's a challenge because seriously, a threesome would be totally awesome. But he's not here just to have sex. He's here to teach a lesson! …using sex!
"Aiba-chan, I'm going to do an experiment," says Nagase.
Aiba's eyebrows rise. "What kind of experiment?" he asks, curious.
"How long it takes you to beg for mercy~" says Nagase, pushing up against him again.
"Seven minutes," responds Aiba, sighing, sounding disappointed.
Nagase scowls. "I'm like ten times the man Nino is, I'm gonna set a new record!"
"Oooh, a new variable!"
"I usually call him Tomo-chin, but yeah, variable's fine," answered Nagase, waggling his eyebrows.
Aiba's laughing when Nagase kisses him again, long and wet. Nagase decides to wrestle him toward the first mirror, and from the glitter and hair bleach all over the counter, it's Yasuda's. Aiba's eyes are on the glitter, poking it with his finger curiously as Nagase turns him around and tugs his pants off. Distracted, Aiba lets Nagase pull his leg up by the knee and trap him up against the counter, and it isn't until Nagase's fingers press against his entrance, slick and cool, that Aiba's eyes flash to his reflection.
Nagase grins slowly as his fingers press inside, and Aiba moans, indolent and pleased. His brown eyes are dark when they lock with Nagase's, and Nagase has to take a deep breath as he adds a third finger.
He's only just sliding the condom on when there's a sound outside the door. Nagase, never one for avoiding public nudity, ignores it, and as he's pushing past resistance and trapping Aiba's hands, the door opens.
It's Nishikido, with a stain across the front of his pants. He doesn't even notice Nagase and Aiba as he starts looking around for his extra duffel bag. When he stands and turns around, his eyes fix on Nagase's ass for a moment. With a shake, he ducks his head and walks out of the door as quickly as he can. Nagase only grins, and licks another hot strip up Aiba's throat.
"Aiba-chan," he breathes.
"Aniki?"
"CALL ME NAGASE-SENPAI!"
"Naga-nii!"
"NAGASE-SENPAI."
"Nagase-nii-sa---ah--"
"Almost," purrs Nagase, and then he door swings open. Nagase groans.
Oh, wait, it's MatsuJun. Nagase grins.
"Matsujuuuuuun~" he calls.
Matsumoto looks impatient. "How close are you?" he demands.
"Depends, ask Aiba-chan," grunts Nagase.
"Aiba, we have rehearsal," Matsumoto says, "Sho's starting to get antsy."
Nagase sighs. "Are you sure you don't have time to join in?" he asks, "your jeans are too tight to be healthy, y'gotta loosen up some, Matsujun!"
Matsumoto's mouth pulls as he considers it, and when he stalks over Nagase is seriously considering putting today at the top of 'the best day of Nagase Tomoya's life' (yes, even above the first time he and Koichi got so drunk they decided kissing was a good idea), but then Matsumoto is pulling Aiba's pants back on.
Nagase makes a face at Tomo-chin. "Guess we'll have to challenge the record again," he says, sadly, and Aiba waves jauntily as he leaves. Matsumoto's commenting on Aiba needing to wear loose pants for the rest of the day.
Nagase decides that he's going to have to try a different tactic. One less likely to be interrupted by threesome-denying bandmates.
Time for an ambush.
"Nagase," says Matsuoka, pulling the branch out of Nagase's hands, "you're not fooling anyone."
"I totally am," declares Nagase stubbornly, taking his branch back and putting it firmly back in front of his face.
Matsuoka considers continuing the conversation, but then apparently decides it's not worth it. That said, Toma was leaving the office! He grins. "Good luck with whatever the hell it is you're doing," he says. Nagase's like a hurricane, anyways. Telling him to stop is a fruitless affair, and often ends in disaster. (Or orgies.)
Nagase waves, distracted, and huddles behind the tree again. When the members of Arashi begin trailing out of the office one by one, Nagase smiles. Aiba isn't last, but it's close, and as he hauls the strap of his bag over one shoulder and stretches lazily Nagase pounces.
"Wha--"
Nagase grins at Aiba when he backs him up against his bike, his mouth a bright slash in the dusk light. Aiba blinks, then laughs, and drags Nagase down for a wet kiss of tongues battling and their hands batting at each other's clothes.
"What's my name?" asks Nagase once, and Aiba groans.
"Nagase-senpai," he breathes, and it's enough for Nagase.
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The next day, Leader is looking a little green around the edges, and he's drinking from the whiskey bottle by noon (usually he waits until after lunch). Nagase can't figure out why, though, until Yamaguchi and Taichi corner him.
"Stop traumatizing Leader," hisses Taichi, "Aiba-kun has a car, have sex there!"
Nagase blinks.
Then he laughs, and laughs, and steals a swig of Leader's whiskey.
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The thing about Ninomiya is that he's smart. That's Ninomiya's downfall, though. Aiba's definitely already spilled the beans, if the careful way Sakurai is calling him senpai means anything, so when Nagase loudly calls for Nino in the middle of the cafeteria and declares he's taking him to dinner, senpai's treat, Ninomiya already knows the score.
He can hardly say no; Nagase is fun and exciting and he's already volunteered to pay. He eyes Nagase before nodding and calling back that he wants to pick the place, since aniki didn't have any class.
When Nagase keeps his hands to himself and spends dinner in a completely normal senpai-kouhai fashion (well, normal for J&A, anyway, getting drunk off of his ass and dragging Ninomiya to a strip club probably wasn't normal for a senpai-kouhai meeting), Ninomiya looks a little surprised.
Nagase holds revenge over his head for a month, until they both end up at the same dinner party. In the midst of things, Ninomiya comments suddenly about needing to go home. Nagase offers, holding up the keys to the Harley, and Ninomiya accepts, distracted as he flicks through his phone and mails his manager about the schedule change.
Nagase makes a note to drag Ninomiya's long-suffering manager out for drinks again some time this week; getting her to rearrange Ninomiya's schedule a bit for his own nefarious purposes had cost him three bottles of tequila, but getting revenge on Ninomiya is juuuust important enough.
Ninomiya's riding in front; because it meant he'd be able to see his usual landmarks pass by quicker, because it sandwiched him between Nagase and the handlebars, because it meant he could feel the rumbling of the Harley and the hardness of Nagase against his behind.
Also, because it meant Nagase could put one of his hands on the handle and plunge his fingers into Ninomiya's pants to palm his cock while they were stopped at a light.
Nagase can hear Ninomiya whining even through both of their helmets, and he laughs when the light changes and he drags both of Ninomya's hands to the handles under his own so Ninomiya has frustration to deal with. Ninomiya almost tries to fight his grip, but Nagase jerks his hips slowly against his back, and Ninomiya stills.
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Nagase pauses as he slides in, leaning forward to run his tongue up Ninomiya's spine, and when Ninomiya grunts uselessly, pushing his hips backward, Nagase sighs. "Nino," he says, firmly, "what's my name~?"
Every line of Ninomiya's body is saying '…seriously?' but he gasps out "aniki!" Nagase scowls, and hauls Ninomiya's hips off of the bed and holds him still. He doesn't want to be stuck like this, either, desire pooling in his stomach and saying 'MOVE IT TOMOYA YOU'RE GETTING LAID HERE WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!'. "Nino-chan," he reprimands.
"Damn it, Nagase-kun," grumbles Ninomiya, most of the word muffled by the pillow under him. For a moment, Nagase pushes his hips forward, and by the time he's fully seated inside Ninomiya thinks he's won.
Then, of course, Nagase stops. "Fuck," hisses Ninomiya.
"Not until you say my naaaaaame~" sang Nagase, and then began humming 'Kitto Daijoubu'. The lyrics have never seemed so appropriate, Ninomiya decides, and it's almost all he can take when he mutters, "Nagase-senpai."
"Couldn't quite hear you," says Nagase, a grin below his ear.
"Nagase-sen-pai," repeats Ninomiya, through gritted teeth.
"Excellent job," compliments Nagase, and Ninomiya would have rolled his eyes because he's not a child, that doesn't make him feel awesome, stupid Nagase.
Then Nagase does something with his hips that does make him feel awesome, and Ninomiya almost screams out loud. Nagase has to let go of his hips to continue his frenzied pace, and Ninomiya's hips move against the sheets almost automatically.
Until Nagase pulls out, leaving an emptiness, and rolls him over so they're face to face, that is. Nagase fingers tangle in Ninomiya's hair, tugging just enough to kind of maybe hurt a little, but Ninomiya likes that, has always liked that, so he just seizes his fingers around Nagase's biceps and rides the wave. For a moment he struggles to turn them over and take a little revenge himself, but Nagase's bigger than him, and after a moment or two Ninomiya feels so good he doesn't give a shit about revenge or behaving one's self or anything else.
Nagase brings Ninomiya over almost lazily as his pace slows, and while Ninomiya's not sure of much through the pleasure-clouded haze that is his mind, he does manage to get one, final moment of superiority.
He pulls Nagase closer, his mouth wet along his collarbone, and mouths 'aniki' as he splashes between them in a long, muscle-wracking moment.
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Nagase figures he's done his job well, and he's scratching his belly easily, thrown across the couch in TOKIO's dressing room, when his phone buzzes. He flips it open, and scowls. Messages from Aiba and Ninomiya, right under one another in his inbox. Their messages are identical: "Thanks so much for the great lesson, A~ NI~ KI~" (Aiba's has a dancing penis in it. Nagase gets distracted watching that for a moment before it occurs to him he should be pissed off.)
"Those little shits," he mutters, grinning anyway.
Just for that, he'd go visit without putting on any pants. Not that that was really a punishment.
(Sho's going to freak out about it, but he got over the time Nagase taught him how to bottom to an orgy just like Leader, too, so whatever.)
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It only occurs to Nagase that the best way to address this problem was to hold a group session after Matsumoto off-handedly comments about Ninomiya and Aiba still being in the dressing room.
Nagase, a man of great thought, insight, and knowledge (on the mechanics of threesomes) springs into action immediately.
He catches Ninomiya and Aiba making out, Ninomiya straddling Aiba's lap and Aiba's hands tracing the seaming over Ninomiya's ass. Nagase can't exactly resist that, and he drags Ninomiya close to his chest to kiss Aiba. Kissing Aiba is like watching Aiba blabber about an experiment: exciting. He's enthusiastic, as he is about most things, but with skill like Aiba's Nagase'd be enthusiastic too.
Ninomiya grumbles, loudly, and separates them forcibly, pitching sideways and pulling Nagase down on top of him. If kissing Aiba is like a pair of perfectly-orchestrated circus acrobats doing crazy things, kissing Ninomiya is like a lion tamer. Ninomiya's competitive; Nagase has to make a stand and not let him be in charge. Nagase considers himself to pretty much the hottest, manliest lion tamer ever, and when he pulls back to watch Ninomiya pant, he's pretty pleased with himself.
"Let's go back to my apartment," he declares.
Aiba and Ninomiya exchange glances, and nod.
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"Aiba-chan, sit on Nino-chan's lap," instructs Nagase, eyes furrowed in concentration.
Aiba, never one to turn down an opportunity to invade a band member's lap, slides across Ninomiya's thighs and grins at both Nagase and Ninomiya in turn. "Now what?" he asks.
"Don't move," says Nagase, and leans over them both, his hand running up the seam of Ninomiya's jeans. Ninomiya hisses, shifting and scowling at Nagase. Nagase, amused, responds by kissing Aiba, running his thumb over the seam on the crotch of Ninomiya's tight jeans. Ninomiya's fingers dig into Aiba's hips, and Aiba pulls away from Nagase for a moment to turn his head and kiss Ninomiya, too. Ninomiya smirks at Nagase as Aiba pulls away, but then recalls who exactly has the upper hand here when Nagase's hand runs up over his fly.
Aiba feels the hand behind him, apparently, and he tugs Nagase down for another kiss, rough and wet to remind him that there are three people here, thanks. Nagase, laughing, trails his fingers over the front of Aiba's t-shirt, and pushes his fingers unceremoniously under the waistband of Aiba's pants. Aiba groans, hips bucking up into Nagase's palm and doing interesting things to Ninomiya. Ninomiya makes a noise of irritation, fisting the back of Aiba's shirt and hauling him away from Nagase. His eyes meet Nagase's, a challenge that Nagase is only too willing to take.
Suddenly Aiba is sandwiched between them, their tongues battling while Nagase rubs at Aiba through his underwear.
"C-can we take this to the bed?" asks Aiba, breathless as his hips buck in a wilder and wilder rhythm.
Nagase's hand pauses and he pulls away from Ninomiya long enough to lick a long stripe up Aiba's neck. "Not yet," he answers, grinning at Ninomiya's flushed face. He straightens, pulling his hands away from them both to shuck his pants and sweatshirt. Nagase, as anyone who knew him could predict, went commando, and he stood proudly nude before them. Suddenly it occurs to Aiba that he and Ninomiya, too, are far too clothed, and he strips, still perched on Ninomiya's lap. Nagase almost laughs himself sick when Aiba nearly topples over and Ninomiya has to steady him by throwing his arms around his waist, but then Ninomiya starts distractedly jerking Aiba off with darkened eyes on Nagase, and he has to swallow thickly.
"Aiba-chan, turn around," Nagase orders roughly, helping him along with a soft curse when Aiba groans negatively and flops bonelessly back against Ninomiya, his hips thrusting uselessly. "Aiba-chan, Nino's not naked yet!"
Aiba seems to agree with Nagase that this is probably a crime, and accommodates Nagase, turning around and flashing a smile at Ninomiya, distracting him with lips and fingers all over his body while Nagase strips off his pants (and his pesky underwear, stupid Nino).
"So?" asks Ninomiya, "how do you plan on doing this?"
Nagase holds up the condoms and lube triumphantly. "Like this!" he declares.
Ninomiya rolls his eyes, but then he realizes Aiba's mouth is on his cock, and whatever reply he's planning on making sputters and dies.
"Don't get too ahead of yourself, Aiba-chan," Nagase chides, pulling Aiba's hips up and pushing his fingers inside. Ninomiya can feel the moment it happens, because Aiba moans. Ninomiya moans, too, and doesn't even care when Nagase's eyes flash towards his and he chuckles. Ninomiya reaches out for Nagase, pulls him forward for a kiss that's more lip and breath than tongue, and it's perfect. He could do this for hours.
Nagase pulls away, of course, and Ninomiya sighs, his fingers trailing through Nagase's hair as Nagase taps Aiba out. Aiba blinks, letting Ninomiya's cock fall from his lips after one last, slow lick to the head. Nagase hands him the lube and nods at Ninomiya; Aiba nods in understanding.
"We had better move him first," says Aiba, considering, and Nagase nods as he unceremoniously grabs Ninomiya under the armpits and lets the desk chair topple backward as he tosses Ninomiya on the bed.
Ninomiya is almost voicing his complaints when Nagase leaps on the bed after him and kisses him again, and then Aiba's fingers are pushing him open, fiddling and pulling and stretching and brushing, momentarily, over places that makes Ninomiya's nerves light up and Nagase's tongue on his pulse seem like everything and nothing.
"Ready," hums Aiba, jerking Ninomiya off a bit before Nagase pulls up and moves behind Aiba. After a moment of fumbling and rolling, Aiba lines himself up, but then Nagase stops him with firm hands on his stomach.
Ninomiya can see when Nagase is fully sheathed inside of Aiba, and after a moment he can feel it; Nagase's forcing Aiba forward until Ninomiya's filled to the brim. Nagase thrusts, jerking them both with him, and when he slams back inside Ninomiya moans like Nagase's in him.
Nagase works them over, muttering filthy things in Aiba's ear and batting Ninomiya's hands away from his cock so he can do it himself, slow and sure and making Ninomiya curse, more and more creatively with each pass of a thumb over the head and vice-like grip at the base to keep him in limbo while Nagase works Aiba toward orgasm.
"Aiba-chan," sing-songs Nagase, "any time you're ready~"
Aiba throws his head back against Nagase's shoulder, shouting, and as he flops bonelessly back against Nagase Ninomiya curses.
"Aiba-chan, may I?" asks Nagase, as Ninomiya backs off of him and Nagase moves Aiba to the other side of the bed so he can watch. Ninomiya swings his hips over Nagase's and pushes him back, kissing him softly as he impales himself.
It doesn't take long; Ninomiya's already close, and Nagase is a man of particular talents when it comes to getting the job done. Ninomiya's back arches and he doesn't even manage to get 'Aniki!' out, his voice has broken over the word. When the two of them pull slowly apart and melt as one on the bed toward Aiba, Ninomiya's fingers trace over Nagase's jaw. Nagase turns his head and kisses him again, before flopping against Aiba's side and drifting off with a loud snore.
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"Oi, Aiba," says Ninomiya, looking up from his comfortable place in Ohno's lap, "you doing anything tonight?"
Aiba shakes his head.
Nagase, leaning in the doorway in his underwear, says, "oh, good!"\
Fandom: Johnny's & Associates (Arashi, TOKIO, Nishikido)
Pairings: Nagase/Aiba/Ninomiya, Nagase Tomoya/Aiba Masaki, Nagase Tomoya/Ninomiya Kazunari, Aiba Masaki/Ninomiya Kazunari, implied Arashi orgies, TOKIO orgies, Domoto Koichi/KAT-TUN and Nagase Tomoya/Domoto Koichi
Characters: TOKIO, Arashi (minus Ohno), Nishikido, mentions of Ohno, Yasuda, Ikuta Toma, Koichi
Word count: ~3300
Rating: NC-17 :D :D :D
Warnings: There's implications of everyone is gay syndrome in here~ you can pretend the people off-screen are dating girls?
Summary: Revenge is a dish best served in bed. (Or: After one 'aniki' too many, Nagase Tomoya teaches Ninomiya and Aiba about revenge.)
Notes: Set after Nagase's appearance on Arashi no shukudai-kun. This is one of my first times posting J&A RPF, let me know what you think! And pimp to your senpai-loving friends, if you feel so inclined~
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When Ninomiya and Aiba share another gleeful, evil look before they wail 'Anikiiiii~' at Nagase, Nagase realizes the little bastards are doing it on purpose. Because Nagase is a good idol and a good senpai, he plays it up for laughs--at least on the Arashi no Shukudai-kun set.
Inside, however, he's decided to teach Ninomiya and Aiba the lesson called revenge.
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After some consideration, he decides to leave Ninomiya for last; he claims it's because Aiba's easy, because Aiba's happy and smile-y and usually kind of pliable, at least for Nagase. He's a brat, but it's cute, coming from him. (And if there's a voice in the back of his head that sounds suspiciously like an amused Koichi commenting that it sounds more like Nagase is scared Ninomiya will put his evil little mind to work and help Aiba with some kind of experiment that results in a hungry monster that drinks all of Nagase's booze, well clearly that's because Koichi-voice is jealous Nagase doesn't need to ~shake his hips sexily~ to have sex with his kouhai, like Koichi still needs to with KAT-TUN.)
"Aiba-chan~" he calls, leaning into the Arashi break room and grinning widely at his cute little kouhai.
"Aniki!" chirps Aiba.
Nagase has put a lot of thought into this plan. He's pretty sure it'll work, even. "C'mere," he says, in his best 'senpai' voice. (Which, for reference, was pretty much identical to his 'I'm naked, isn't it awesome!' voice.)
"Okay," agrees Aiba, before Sakurai can grab him. Sakurai makes a face at Nagase, who only grins sunnily and drags Aiba off.
The good thing about Aiba is that Aiba is pretty much up for anything; the bad thing about Aiba is that he has a tendency to want to share. When Nagase shoves him into the empty Kanjani dressing room (ah, the wonders of having a group not based in the main office~) and kisses him up against the door, Aiba responds cheerfully. Nagase pulls away for a moment and Aiba already has his phone out--"we should call Oh-chan!"
"No, we shouldn't," Nagase says, but it's a challenge because seriously, a threesome would be totally awesome. But he's not here just to have sex. He's here to teach a lesson! …using sex!
"Aiba-chan, I'm going to do an experiment," says Nagase.
Aiba's eyebrows rise. "What kind of experiment?" he asks, curious.
"How long it takes you to beg for mercy~" says Nagase, pushing up against him again.
"Seven minutes," responds Aiba, sighing, sounding disappointed.
Nagase scowls. "I'm like ten times the man Nino is, I'm gonna set a new record!"
"Oooh, a new variable!"
"I usually call him Tomo-chin, but yeah, variable's fine," answered Nagase, waggling his eyebrows.
Aiba's laughing when Nagase kisses him again, long and wet. Nagase decides to wrestle him toward the first mirror, and from the glitter and hair bleach all over the counter, it's Yasuda's. Aiba's eyes are on the glitter, poking it with his finger curiously as Nagase turns him around and tugs his pants off. Distracted, Aiba lets Nagase pull his leg up by the knee and trap him up against the counter, and it isn't until Nagase's fingers press against his entrance, slick and cool, that Aiba's eyes flash to his reflection.
Nagase grins slowly as his fingers press inside, and Aiba moans, indolent and pleased. His brown eyes are dark when they lock with Nagase's, and Nagase has to take a deep breath as he adds a third finger.
He's only just sliding the condom on when there's a sound outside the door. Nagase, never one for avoiding public nudity, ignores it, and as he's pushing past resistance and trapping Aiba's hands, the door opens.
It's Nishikido, with a stain across the front of his pants. He doesn't even notice Nagase and Aiba as he starts looking around for his extra duffel bag. When he stands and turns around, his eyes fix on Nagase's ass for a moment. With a shake, he ducks his head and walks out of the door as quickly as he can. Nagase only grins, and licks another hot strip up Aiba's throat.
"Aiba-chan," he breathes.
"Aniki?"
"CALL ME NAGASE-SENPAI!"
"Naga-nii!"
"NAGASE-SENPAI."
"Nagase-nii-sa---ah--"
"Almost," purrs Nagase, and then he door swings open. Nagase groans.
Oh, wait, it's MatsuJun. Nagase grins.
"Matsujuuuuuun~" he calls.
Matsumoto looks impatient. "How close are you?" he demands.
"Depends, ask Aiba-chan," grunts Nagase.
"Aiba, we have rehearsal," Matsumoto says, "Sho's starting to get antsy."
Nagase sighs. "Are you sure you don't have time to join in?" he asks, "your jeans are too tight to be healthy, y'gotta loosen up some, Matsujun!"
Matsumoto's mouth pulls as he considers it, and when he stalks over Nagase is seriously considering putting today at the top of 'the best day of Nagase Tomoya's life' (yes, even above the first time he and Koichi got so drunk they decided kissing was a good idea), but then Matsumoto is pulling Aiba's pants back on.
Nagase makes a face at Tomo-chin. "Guess we'll have to challenge the record again," he says, sadly, and Aiba waves jauntily as he leaves. Matsumoto's commenting on Aiba needing to wear loose pants for the rest of the day.
Nagase decides that he's going to have to try a different tactic. One less likely to be interrupted by threesome-denying bandmates.
Time for an ambush.
"Nagase," says Matsuoka, pulling the branch out of Nagase's hands, "you're not fooling anyone."
"I totally am," declares Nagase stubbornly, taking his branch back and putting it firmly back in front of his face.
Matsuoka considers continuing the conversation, but then apparently decides it's not worth it. That said, Toma was leaving the office! He grins. "Good luck with whatever the hell it is you're doing," he says. Nagase's like a hurricane, anyways. Telling him to stop is a fruitless affair, and often ends in disaster. (Or orgies.)
Nagase waves, distracted, and huddles behind the tree again. When the members of Arashi begin trailing out of the office one by one, Nagase smiles. Aiba isn't last, but it's close, and as he hauls the strap of his bag over one shoulder and stretches lazily Nagase pounces.
"Wha--"
Nagase grins at Aiba when he backs him up against his bike, his mouth a bright slash in the dusk light. Aiba blinks, then laughs, and drags Nagase down for a wet kiss of tongues battling and their hands batting at each other's clothes.
"What's my name?" asks Nagase once, and Aiba groans.
"Nagase-senpai," he breathes, and it's enough for Nagase.
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The next day, Leader is looking a little green around the edges, and he's drinking from the whiskey bottle by noon (usually he waits until after lunch). Nagase can't figure out why, though, until Yamaguchi and Taichi corner him.
"Stop traumatizing Leader," hisses Taichi, "Aiba-kun has a car, have sex there!"
Nagase blinks.
Then he laughs, and laughs, and steals a swig of Leader's whiskey.
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The thing about Ninomiya is that he's smart. That's Ninomiya's downfall, though. Aiba's definitely already spilled the beans, if the careful way Sakurai is calling him senpai means anything, so when Nagase loudly calls for Nino in the middle of the cafeteria and declares he's taking him to dinner, senpai's treat, Ninomiya already knows the score.
He can hardly say no; Nagase is fun and exciting and he's already volunteered to pay. He eyes Nagase before nodding and calling back that he wants to pick the place, since aniki didn't have any class.
When Nagase keeps his hands to himself and spends dinner in a completely normal senpai-kouhai fashion (well, normal for J&A, anyway, getting drunk off of his ass and dragging Ninomiya to a strip club probably wasn't normal for a senpai-kouhai meeting), Ninomiya looks a little surprised.
Nagase holds revenge over his head for a month, until they both end up at the same dinner party. In the midst of things, Ninomiya comments suddenly about needing to go home. Nagase offers, holding up the keys to the Harley, and Ninomiya accepts, distracted as he flicks through his phone and mails his manager about the schedule change.
Nagase makes a note to drag Ninomiya's long-suffering manager out for drinks again some time this week; getting her to rearrange Ninomiya's schedule a bit for his own nefarious purposes had cost him three bottles of tequila, but getting revenge on Ninomiya is juuuust important enough.
Ninomiya's riding in front; because it meant he'd be able to see his usual landmarks pass by quicker, because it sandwiched him between Nagase and the handlebars, because it meant he could feel the rumbling of the Harley and the hardness of Nagase against his behind.
Also, because it meant Nagase could put one of his hands on the handle and plunge his fingers into Ninomiya's pants to palm his cock while they were stopped at a light.
Nagase can hear Ninomiya whining even through both of their helmets, and he laughs when the light changes and he drags both of Ninomya's hands to the handles under his own so Ninomiya has frustration to deal with. Ninomiya almost tries to fight his grip, but Nagase jerks his hips slowly against his back, and Ninomiya stills.
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Nagase pauses as he slides in, leaning forward to run his tongue up Ninomiya's spine, and when Ninomiya grunts uselessly, pushing his hips backward, Nagase sighs. "Nino," he says, firmly, "what's my name~?"
Every line of Ninomiya's body is saying '…seriously?' but he gasps out "aniki!" Nagase scowls, and hauls Ninomiya's hips off of the bed and holds him still. He doesn't want to be stuck like this, either, desire pooling in his stomach and saying 'MOVE IT TOMOYA YOU'RE GETTING LAID HERE WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!'. "Nino-chan," he reprimands.
"Damn it, Nagase-kun," grumbles Ninomiya, most of the word muffled by the pillow under him. For a moment, Nagase pushes his hips forward, and by the time he's fully seated inside Ninomiya thinks he's won.
Then, of course, Nagase stops. "Fuck," hisses Ninomiya.
"Not until you say my naaaaaame~" sang Nagase, and then began humming 'Kitto Daijoubu'. The lyrics have never seemed so appropriate, Ninomiya decides, and it's almost all he can take when he mutters, "Nagase-senpai."
"Couldn't quite hear you," says Nagase, a grin below his ear.
"Nagase-sen-pai," repeats Ninomiya, through gritted teeth.
"Excellent job," compliments Nagase, and Ninomiya would have rolled his eyes because he's not a child, that doesn't make him feel awesome, stupid Nagase.
Then Nagase does something with his hips that does make him feel awesome, and Ninomiya almost screams out loud. Nagase has to let go of his hips to continue his frenzied pace, and Ninomiya's hips move against the sheets almost automatically.
Until Nagase pulls out, leaving an emptiness, and rolls him over so they're face to face, that is. Nagase fingers tangle in Ninomiya's hair, tugging just enough to kind of maybe hurt a little, but Ninomiya likes that, has always liked that, so he just seizes his fingers around Nagase's biceps and rides the wave. For a moment he struggles to turn them over and take a little revenge himself, but Nagase's bigger than him, and after a moment or two Ninomiya feels so good he doesn't give a shit about revenge or behaving one's self or anything else.
Nagase brings Ninomiya over almost lazily as his pace slows, and while Ninomiya's not sure of much through the pleasure-clouded haze that is his mind, he does manage to get one, final moment of superiority.
He pulls Nagase closer, his mouth wet along his collarbone, and mouths 'aniki' as he splashes between them in a long, muscle-wracking moment.
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Nagase figures he's done his job well, and he's scratching his belly easily, thrown across the couch in TOKIO's dressing room, when his phone buzzes. He flips it open, and scowls. Messages from Aiba and Ninomiya, right under one another in his inbox. Their messages are identical: "Thanks so much for the great lesson, A~ NI~ KI~" (Aiba's has a dancing penis in it. Nagase gets distracted watching that for a moment before it occurs to him he should be pissed off.)
"Those little shits," he mutters, grinning anyway.
Just for that, he'd go visit without putting on any pants. Not that that was really a punishment.
(Sho's going to freak out about it, but he got over the time Nagase taught him how to bottom to an orgy just like Leader, too, so whatever.)
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It only occurs to Nagase that the best way to address this problem was to hold a group session after Matsumoto off-handedly comments about Ninomiya and Aiba still being in the dressing room.
Nagase, a man of great thought, insight, and knowledge (on the mechanics of threesomes) springs into action immediately.
He catches Ninomiya and Aiba making out, Ninomiya straddling Aiba's lap and Aiba's hands tracing the seaming over Ninomiya's ass. Nagase can't exactly resist that, and he drags Ninomiya close to his chest to kiss Aiba. Kissing Aiba is like watching Aiba blabber about an experiment: exciting. He's enthusiastic, as he is about most things, but with skill like Aiba's Nagase'd be enthusiastic too.
Ninomiya grumbles, loudly, and separates them forcibly, pitching sideways and pulling Nagase down on top of him. If kissing Aiba is like a pair of perfectly-orchestrated circus acrobats doing crazy things, kissing Ninomiya is like a lion tamer. Ninomiya's competitive; Nagase has to make a stand and not let him be in charge. Nagase considers himself to pretty much the hottest, manliest lion tamer ever, and when he pulls back to watch Ninomiya pant, he's pretty pleased with himself.
"Let's go back to my apartment," he declares.
Aiba and Ninomiya exchange glances, and nod.
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"Aiba-chan, sit on Nino-chan's lap," instructs Nagase, eyes furrowed in concentration.
Aiba, never one to turn down an opportunity to invade a band member's lap, slides across Ninomiya's thighs and grins at both Nagase and Ninomiya in turn. "Now what?" he asks.
"Don't move," says Nagase, and leans over them both, his hand running up the seam of Ninomiya's jeans. Ninomiya hisses, shifting and scowling at Nagase. Nagase, amused, responds by kissing Aiba, running his thumb over the seam on the crotch of Ninomiya's tight jeans. Ninomiya's fingers dig into Aiba's hips, and Aiba pulls away from Nagase for a moment to turn his head and kiss Ninomiya, too. Ninomiya smirks at Nagase as Aiba pulls away, but then recalls who exactly has the upper hand here when Nagase's hand runs up over his fly.
Aiba feels the hand behind him, apparently, and he tugs Nagase down for another kiss, rough and wet to remind him that there are three people here, thanks. Nagase, laughing, trails his fingers over the front of Aiba's t-shirt, and pushes his fingers unceremoniously under the waistband of Aiba's pants. Aiba groans, hips bucking up into Nagase's palm and doing interesting things to Ninomiya. Ninomiya makes a noise of irritation, fisting the back of Aiba's shirt and hauling him away from Nagase. His eyes meet Nagase's, a challenge that Nagase is only too willing to take.
Suddenly Aiba is sandwiched between them, their tongues battling while Nagase rubs at Aiba through his underwear.
"C-can we take this to the bed?" asks Aiba, breathless as his hips buck in a wilder and wilder rhythm.
Nagase's hand pauses and he pulls away from Ninomiya long enough to lick a long stripe up Aiba's neck. "Not yet," he answers, grinning at Ninomiya's flushed face. He straightens, pulling his hands away from them both to shuck his pants and sweatshirt. Nagase, as anyone who knew him could predict, went commando, and he stood proudly nude before them. Suddenly it occurs to Aiba that he and Ninomiya, too, are far too clothed, and he strips, still perched on Ninomiya's lap. Nagase almost laughs himself sick when Aiba nearly topples over and Ninomiya has to steady him by throwing his arms around his waist, but then Ninomiya starts distractedly jerking Aiba off with darkened eyes on Nagase, and he has to swallow thickly.
"Aiba-chan, turn around," Nagase orders roughly, helping him along with a soft curse when Aiba groans negatively and flops bonelessly back against Ninomiya, his hips thrusting uselessly. "Aiba-chan, Nino's not naked yet!"
Aiba seems to agree with Nagase that this is probably a crime, and accommodates Nagase, turning around and flashing a smile at Ninomiya, distracting him with lips and fingers all over his body while Nagase strips off his pants (and his pesky underwear, stupid Nino).
"So?" asks Ninomiya, "how do you plan on doing this?"
Nagase holds up the condoms and lube triumphantly. "Like this!" he declares.
Ninomiya rolls his eyes, but then he realizes Aiba's mouth is on his cock, and whatever reply he's planning on making sputters and dies.
"Don't get too ahead of yourself, Aiba-chan," Nagase chides, pulling Aiba's hips up and pushing his fingers inside. Ninomiya can feel the moment it happens, because Aiba moans. Ninomiya moans, too, and doesn't even care when Nagase's eyes flash towards his and he chuckles. Ninomiya reaches out for Nagase, pulls him forward for a kiss that's more lip and breath than tongue, and it's perfect. He could do this for hours.
Nagase pulls away, of course, and Ninomiya sighs, his fingers trailing through Nagase's hair as Nagase taps Aiba out. Aiba blinks, letting Ninomiya's cock fall from his lips after one last, slow lick to the head. Nagase hands him the lube and nods at Ninomiya; Aiba nods in understanding.
"We had better move him first," says Aiba, considering, and Nagase nods as he unceremoniously grabs Ninomiya under the armpits and lets the desk chair topple backward as he tosses Ninomiya on the bed.
Ninomiya is almost voicing his complaints when Nagase leaps on the bed after him and kisses him again, and then Aiba's fingers are pushing him open, fiddling and pulling and stretching and brushing, momentarily, over places that makes Ninomiya's nerves light up and Nagase's tongue on his pulse seem like everything and nothing.
"Ready," hums Aiba, jerking Ninomiya off a bit before Nagase pulls up and moves behind Aiba. After a moment of fumbling and rolling, Aiba lines himself up, but then Nagase stops him with firm hands on his stomach.
Ninomiya can see when Nagase is fully sheathed inside of Aiba, and after a moment he can feel it; Nagase's forcing Aiba forward until Ninomiya's filled to the brim. Nagase thrusts, jerking them both with him, and when he slams back inside Ninomiya moans like Nagase's in him.
Nagase works them over, muttering filthy things in Aiba's ear and batting Ninomiya's hands away from his cock so he can do it himself, slow and sure and making Ninomiya curse, more and more creatively with each pass of a thumb over the head and vice-like grip at the base to keep him in limbo while Nagase works Aiba toward orgasm.
"Aiba-chan," sing-songs Nagase, "any time you're ready~"
Aiba throws his head back against Nagase's shoulder, shouting, and as he flops bonelessly back against Nagase Ninomiya curses.
"Aiba-chan, may I?" asks Nagase, as Ninomiya backs off of him and Nagase moves Aiba to the other side of the bed so he can watch. Ninomiya swings his hips over Nagase's and pushes him back, kissing him softly as he impales himself.
It doesn't take long; Ninomiya's already close, and Nagase is a man of particular talents when it comes to getting the job done. Ninomiya's back arches and he doesn't even manage to get 'Aniki!' out, his voice has broken over the word. When the two of them pull slowly apart and melt as one on the bed toward Aiba, Ninomiya's fingers trace over Nagase's jaw. Nagase turns his head and kisses him again, before flopping against Aiba's side and drifting off with a loud snore.
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"Oi, Aiba," says Ninomiya, looking up from his comfortable place in Ohno's lap, "you doing anything tonight?"
Aiba shakes his head.
Nagase, leaning in the doorway in his underwear, says, "oh, good!"\
