A piece of cheesecake for cherry_shoko (2/2)

[futurepm_mod]

Once seated back at his desk, Sho lets his eyes closed for a minute while sighing heavily. The meeting has not been efficient at all. The producers have been so quick to dismiss the good ideas from the news staff that now they are not only losing good topics but also good sources.

He wanted to try some new approaches for the upcoming Japan Badminton’s. Instead of the standard news interview, he requested for more time visiting the training camp. Sure it would give him more work during the daytime, but Sho doesn’t mind. He is sure that it would bring a certain vibe of closeness and add flavor to his segment.

The producers think otherwise.

He had planned to work overtime tonight on the prep work. There’s still some articles that he needs to read. There are some new clips that the archive sent him for perusing. But now since all his plans went out the window, Sho is out of his depth.

He sighs again at the sight of stacks of paper in his desk. All the effort of research is for nothing—or at least they will stay nothing until he can work on new proposals and fight again in the next production meeting.

He reaches for his phone, scrolling through his notifications and clearing some not urgent work emails as he goes. He nearly gets to the bottom when he finds a message from Ohno.

Let me know if you’re off work.

Sho stares at the message. It had come just when he’d been about to start the meeting and now it’s an hour later. He doubts that Ohno would still be interested in knowing that now he’s done with work. He has not forgotten about their planned date from their last conversation but today has put in him in a seriously foul mood.

Instead of replying to the message, he calls Ohno instead.

“Sho-kun?”

Sho can hear the hint of surprise and couldn’t help to feel slight guilty. “I’m truly sorry but I just read your message.”

Sho can hear Ohno’s chuckling softly on the other side of the line. “No worries. Nino is still keeping me here at the office.”

Ohno’s voice is so kind and Sho finds himself smiling despite his mood. “I’ll be done in half an hour or so. I know it’s late and I totally understand if you want to reschedule this for another night.”

“Ah,” Ohno says, “Tonight is okay.”

It’s already half past eleven, Sho notices as he glances at his watch. He has brought spare clothes with him so he can go straight to work tomorrow afternoon. But he would be nothing but a terrible company, solely wishing to drink his tiredness away.

Ohno chuckles again. “Or we can set that for another night, it’s okay. We can just have dinner somewhere and then I can take you home.”

“No, no. I thought we’re going to—” Sho says and lets out a sigh, “It’s not important what I thought really, but—“

Ohno only hums and Sho can feel him waiting patiently on the end of the line.

“I really— It has been a crappy fucking day, and—“

There’s another soft hum, and Sho makes his decision.

“If you’re okay with terrible company, we can still go with our plan.”

“Okay,” Ohno says with a little laugh—and he sounds happy, appealingly, and Sho hopes he makes the right decision for the night, now that he’s smiling again. “What time can you be off? I’ll come and pick you up.”

Sho has never heard, or been offered, such proposition before he met Ohno and now that Ohno has done it several times it doesn’t mean that he’s already gotten used to it. “Ah—“





Aiba is already standing in wait outside the car, even in the cold spring night, when Sho jogs to reach the car that has been waiting for him in front of his office building.

“I’m sorry for the delay,” Sho says in greeting.

Aiba beams his welcome before turning to open the car door for Sho. “No problem, Sakurai-san. We just got here. If you please.”

Sho slides into the car and finds Ohno half curled with his eyes closed on the other side of the back seat. “Hi.”

Ohno’s eyes flutter open and he smiles. “You’re here.”

“Yeah. Sorry for the wait, I had to write one last minute e-mail all of a sudden.”

Aiba has settled behind the wheel, and sets on for the drive. “Straight home, Sir?”

“Yes, Aiba-chan. Thank you,” Ohno says, before turning to Sho with a smile. “No problem. I am just a bit tired since Nino couldn’t shut up about the Hawaii promotion trip.”

Sho reaches to hold Ohno’s hand in support and because he wants to. Ohno looks so grumpy now, using a petulant tone, one Sho hasn’t heard before, completely different from the man who talked to him over the phone with a soft and amused voice earlier. “And you’re already starting to work for another one after that?”

“Yeah, the one in Shanghai,” Ohno says, twining his fingers with Sho and pulls the man a bit to his side.

Sho smiles as he scoots to settle on the center of the backseat, the side of his thigh meeting Ohno’s knees. “Very busy.”

“Nino keeps making me come up to the city. I have two paintings back home that need work,” Ohno grumbles softly.

Sho chuckles at this new discovery, and presses their side closer.

They spend the rest of the drive in a comfortable silence. Ohno dozes lightly, with Sho staring at his sleeping face fondly, Ohno’s head partially on his shoulder, and their hands entwine.

The drive takes longer than Sho expected. So Ohno’s home is a bit far from the city? Not a bit, Sho concludes, when Aiba keeps on driving steadily.

“Aiba-san, which part of Tokyo is this?” Sho finally cannot curb his curiosity.

“West,” Aiba promptly answers.

Sho frowns at the answer. He is not very familiar with this area but they are quite far from the center of Tokyo. “How west?”

Aiba chuckles at the question. “Quite west. Almost Kunitachi west but not that far west. We’ll be arriving in a few minutes.”

Sho tries to make of the passing scenery but nothing is familiar. Ohno lives in the opposite side of Tokyo? He tries to keep his questions to himself as he waits for them to reach their destination.

The car turns to a short driveway and stops in front of a house with tall evergreen shrubs. “We’re home, Sir,” Aiba announces.

Sho gives their joined hands a shake to help wake Ohno, and receives a soft grunt.

Aiba gets out of the car and walks around to open Sho’s door. As cool night air hits his face, Sho slides out, his hand tugging sleepy Ohno to follow him before letting go.

Sho stands in awe beside the car door as he takes in his surroundings. The house is large with something simple and welcoming about it.

“Aiba-chan, if you please with the boxes,” Ohno says as he stands beside Sho, his palms rubbing his face.

Aiba nods and closes the car door. “I’ll deal with them, Sir.”

Ohno’s hand rubs on Sho’s arm as he walks first toward the door, leading the way. Sho follows him silently and gasps when the door is opened just as Ohno steps into the front entrance.

“Welcome home, Ohno-sama,” a man in a tuxedo greets Ohno with a slight bow. Ohno only hums his answer and goes inside, leaving Sho with no choice but to walk into the house after him.

“And you must be Sakurai Sho-san, the red painting man,” the man greets him, eyeing Sho with interest. “Welcome to Ohno’s house.”

“Matsujun, be nice and don’t scare him,” Ohno says as he begins to discard his coat and take off his shoes.

“I am nothing but polite and proper,” the man replies with hints of irritation in his voice. “The name is Matsumoto, at your service.”

At loss of what his answer should be, Sho settles for a soft “Nice to meet you.”

Ohno turns and sees Sho is still transfixed over Matsumoto in his full butler attire. He smiles as he puts his coat on top of the shoes cabinet. “We should go inside.”

“Your slippers, Sakurai-san,” Matsumoto says, pointing at the pair next to Ohno’s. “And may I take your coat and bags?”

Sho is overwhelmed by everything at once, so he does what seems to be easier first. He hands his bags to Matsumoto and shrugs of his coat before awkwardly handing them to the man.

Ohno is already waiting for him, hand outstretched, when Sho has his slippers in place. “Come on. You must be starving.”

Leaving his belongings on Matsumoto’s hand, Sho takes Ohno’s hand and follows him to enter the living room. The space is invitingly warm, cluttered but neat, but what stops Sho in his tracks is the red painting from the exhibition welcoming him. Now with minimal stand lighting, silver sixpence is the main point of the living room wall, radiating both a welcoming aura and intriguing quality.

“Oh.”

And Sho must have been standing still staring at it because Ohno turns to him and smiles. “Sho-kun. Over here.”

There’s an impressive spread of appetizer dishes on a small dining table and the kitchen smells heavenly. Sho only then realizes how hungry he is and, following Ohno’s lead, he takes a seat and waits.

“We’re having curry rice. I hope you don’t mind,” Ohno says. ”Beer?”

“I like curry rice.” Sho is still awkward, hands folded on his lap. “And beer would be fine.”

Matsumoto returns to the kitchen to prepare the dish for them. He frowns as he takes one long look at Ohno holding a glass and reaching to the fridge. “I can do that for you, Ohno-sama.”

“I got it,” Ohno says, waving his hand while still clutching a glass. “Thank you for all this.”

“You're most welcome,” Matsumoto bows to Ohno after settling the last of the plates on the dining table, knowing a dismissal when he receives it. He turns to also bow to Sho. “I’d be taking my leave then. Enjoy the food and I hope you both have a pleasant evening.”

“Thank you,” Sho replies the bow awkwardly. He watches Matsumoto leaves the kitchen and turns somewhere. He can’t help it and inquires, “You have a butler?”

“Yeah, I do,” Ohno says with a satisfied smile since he’s already put everything in the table and they are ready to eat. “He’s more than just one though. He takes care of the house and everything.”

“Oh.”

“He can be a bit intimidating, but that might be just the face.” Ohno chuckles, mistakenly taking Sho’s confusion for nervousness around his butler. He turns to Sho who is still looking confused. “Is there something wrong?”

“You have a butler. I never met anyone who has a butler.”

Ohno laughs. “Well, it was never my personal choice. He sort of comes with the family. And I can be very helpless with household chores. This house would be falling apart in shambles if it weren’t for Matsujun.”

“You can’t be that bad.”

Ohno lets out another chuckle. “Well, I’m pretty bad. That much I know.”

Sho only nods, now that his confusion is cleared, and stares at all the spread on the table. “Looks delicious.”

“Matsujun is an amazing cook.”

Sho takes the beer glass from Ohno and sets to eat. Warm food, warm company, even in his surprise and confusion. He sets all those for the food and the company next to him. Gone is the sleepy and grumpy Ohno, now he has the excited host next to him, and Sho is smiling contently.





“Do you want something else?”

“I'm good. Thank you.” Sho is full and content and warm and now he can see that Ohno is visibly nervous. And he is also nervous but it's okay, they can be nervous together. But first Sho needs to ask Ohno something. “Can we go to your living room for a while?”

Ohno seems confused with the request but nods his agreement. He rises from his seat and heads to the living room. When Ohno turns to the couch direction, Sho reaches out to hold his hand and stops him. “Satoshi-kun.”

“Yes?”

They are standing facing each other in the middle of the living room. Sho takes one step closer, and says, “I truly don’t deserve you.”

Ohno close their distance, pressing their bodies together in quick move. His arms circle Sho’s waist to keep him close. “I’m not going to—“

“I’m not done,” Sho silences Ohno, framing the worried face with his hands. “I’m far from done. Hear me out first?”

Ohno still stares at Sho with a pout but he nods.

“I’m not good with relationships. I'm rusty. I’m tactless on my best days,” he says softly. “I’m also most of the time too absorbed in my work and forget about those who care about me. You are a sweet person and I don’t think I will ever deserve you.”

The hands around Sho’s waist tighten, holding on, grounding him, so Sho can continue.

“You said you painted this after you met me.”

Ohno finally smiles at that, and together they turn their head to see the painting.

“It was impolite and ungrateful of me that night to not thank you properly.” Sho’s hand reaches up to touch Ohno’s nape, finding it soft just as he imagined. “So, thank you. Thank you for having me, for taking care of me these past months.”

Ohno’s soft answer is like a prayer, his eyes giving all the answer Sho needs. “Sho-kun—“

Sho finally leans down for a kiss, meeting Ohno’s demand wholeheartedly. He openly moans against Ohno’s lips in complete surrender as their kisses deepen. They only part briefly for air while Sho is already trying to keep Ohno’s lips against his.

“Your lips,” Ohno whispers breathlessly. “I’ve been dreaming about your lips since the last time I kissed you.”

Sho whines loudly as Ohno gives a sharp nip to his bottom lip. He’s warm and pliant in Ohno’s arms, but he knows that they need to move soon. “Satoshi-kun.”

Ohno is busy kissing Sho’s jaw and only hums in response.

“Bedroom. Please.”

Ohno leans back and meets Sho’s gaze, finding the open look of burning desire and want. He presses closer one last time, kissing Sho’s senseless one last time, swallowing Sho’s whine, before stepping back. “Come on.”

Their lips meet in desperate moves before Sho yelps in surprise as Ohno unceremoniously grabs him by the waist and drops them both to bed. He’s about to tease Ohno for being impatient when Ohno climbs on top of him and slides his hand to the front of Sho’s trousers teasingly.

Sho throws his head back and moans; it has been a long while for him and now he wants nothing but Ohno’s hands touching him everywhere, now he wants nothing but his hands touching Ohno everywhere.

“Get these off,” Sho demands, yanking Ohno’s sweater before reaching down to tug on his belt. “I want to touch you.”

Breathlessly, Ohno laughs when Sho’s hand tickles his side, “You are touching me, Sho-kun.”

Sho pouts and push Ohno off of him. “That’s not what I mean.”

Ohno leans back down to kiss the pout off Sho’s lips before finally obliging. At the first sight of Sho’s toned chest, Ohno has to stop unbuckling his belt and dive forward to land more kisses. When Sho cries out his surprise, Ohno continues his way up, nipping Sho’s collarbone and licking the side of his neck. With his hands holding Sho’s head in place, buried in his hair, Ohno breathes, “What do you mean then?”

“You, naked.” Sho’s writhing with impatience under Ohno, and moans again as Ohno keeps their gaze locked and denies his wish.

Ohno growls at the open submission and finally lets Sho go. Sho’s eyes follow Ohno’s movement hungrily as the man shifts to stand beside the bed, discarding the rest of his clothes slowly. He leaves his boxer on and turns to the bedside drawer to get lube and a condom.

Sho watches Ohno crawl back to the center of the bed and kneel between Sho’s spread legs. He leans to land another kiss, one Sho accepts gratefully because Sho feels like he is burning all over. Everything is so hot he almost can’t take it. He whines, “You’re still not naked.”

“I will be when you ride me,” Ohno purrs against Sho’s panting lips, swallowing Sho’s excited moans eagerly. “Let me take care of you first.”

Ohno slides down leaving trails of wet kisses and electrifying licks as he goes and Sho gasps for air, clutching the sheets for purchase, as Ohno begins to tease. Sho whimpers his impatience when Ohno presses one finger before Ohno carefully adds another, moving them slower than Sho would have wanted.

“Satoshi.”

Ohno hisses as Sho cants his hips up to beg for more, and finally gives in. He gives Sho’s cock one long wet lick before pressing in another finger and leaning down to swallow.

Sho’s hand finds the back of Ohno’s head, clinging and pushing for more. He wants more. Ohno makes him want so much more. Soon Ohno begins to give him more, adding pressure and the steady push of his fingers timed to match as he moved Sho in and out of his eager mouth.

His hand tightly tangles in Ohno’s hair as Sho clings to the sensation, riding wave after wave of dark pleasure. He clutches Ohno’s hair tighter, hips moving, letting the man know that he’s close, just a little bit more, And then Ohno lifts his head and stops all his ministration.

Sho can only moan, “Fuck,” before opening his eyes and finding Ohno shifting above him. Ohno only silently leans forward to give him a kiss before moving to the side of the bed to take off his boxers, finally naked in front of Sho.

When Ohno crawls back to the center of the bed, he reaches to pull down Ohno into a messy kiss, pressing their bodies close together, before tackling Ohno down to the bed and in turn hovering close. The view from above is exhilarating now that Sho has Ohno ready under him. Sho sees Ohno’s uneven breaths, the open want, flushed face, all for him and only him.

Sho shivers when Ohno runs his hand encouragingly against Sho’s hips, and yelps, jerking with surprise that turns quickly into delight, when Ohno without warning lands a loud slap on his left ass cheek.

“You like that,” Ohno says, reading Sho’s reaction perfectly, as he rubs his palm on the spot soothingly.

Sho moans because just then the sting from the slap spreads warmly. And, yes, he liked it.

“I’ll give you more later.” Ohno is nearly growling, “Now ride me.”

Giddy of the promise of more—more spanks, more maddening pleasure, more of Ohno—Sho wastes no time to arrange himself on top of Ohno and slowly sink down with a groan, relishing and savoring the amazing fullness in him.

He has just begun to move his hip in shallow movements when Ohno thrusts his hips upward in demand. With his hand scratching, holding on desperately, on Ohno’s chest, Sho starts rolling his hips in time with Ohno fucking into him.

Together they create their own erotic rhythm. Sho is dizzy with breathless lust, his hand moving around his cock, and Ohno just takes and takes and takes everything Sho is willing to give.

Ohno’s continuous groan is intoxicating and Sho cannot get enough of it. He cries out when Ohno thrusts harder and faster, clenches on the cock he’s riding, and watch in fascination as Ohno’s orgasm hits with full force, not caring if he’s taking Sho with him.

Sho is breathless, not able to believe that Ohno has just let himself loose into pleasure right below of him. He’s been holding back but now with Ohno shaking below him, barely able to keep himself in check. When Ohno opens his eyes, lidded with warm satisfaction, Sho moans his last wish. “Watch. This is for you.”

Sho is so hard and he doesn’t hold back, stroking himself just the way he likes it, with Ohno still inside him softening but still rocking with his movements. He grunts and whines as he gets closer and closer. And then Ohno lands another slap on his ass and Sho cries out, his eyes open now, finding Ohno is watching him with awe of the sight above him.

Ohno keeps delivering random slaps as Sho quickens the pace of his hand, chasing his pleasure madly. When Sho is just right there, so close, Ohno thrusts his hips up, giving Sho the momentum, kneading Sho’s ass just to spread all the pain perfectly. He gasps, “Come.”

And that tone is exactly what Sho needed, and he comes, spurting all over Ohno’s stomach, hot waves of pleasure coursing through him.

Sho only partially feels Ohno’s hand rubbing comfortingly before Ohno turns them to lie on their sides. Sho is still wheezing when Ohno gets the wit first, sliding out carefully and getting to go to the bathroom. He returns to bed only to see Sho is still in the same position, legs spread, covered in his own come, hair messy and eyes still glazed with pleasure.

“This might be a bit cold. Sorry,” Ohno says softly as he begins to wipe Sho’s stomach clean.

Sho only grunts again, letting his hands down to the side. Ohno smiles at that, and as soon as the cloth is out of the way, he reaches back to meet Sho’s embrace.

They move themselves to the welcoming pillows, and Ohno lets out a sigh with happiness when he manages to get both of them situated. Sho’s hips are throbbing, his eyes heavy with fatigue, but he can feel the satisfied grin forming on his face as he meets Ohno’s gaze.

Ohno shifts slightly and gets them settled more comfortably under the covers now. “Okay?”

Sho cannot help to reach out, touching Ohno’s cheek gently. “More than.”

“Good,” Ohno says, his eyes closing.

Sho smiles widely with his heart fluttering with happiness. He takes a closer look at Ohno’s now peaceful face. The pouty mouth is slightly open as soft breaths steadily puff warm air out. Gone is the usual frown on Ohno’s face, gone is the usual easy smiles, now only faint lines and the relaxed look of his cheeks covered his face.

He must have sighed loud enough to pull Ohno back to consciousness, as the man flutters his eyes open to meet Sho’s frown. He blinks blearily before shifting closer, pressing his body against Sho’s chest.

Sho’s arm wraps around Ohno’s waist in reflex, letting himself sag into the soft bed, losing the tension he’s held inside. Ohno hums, satisfied, before snuggling even closer. With that Sho closes his eyes, smiling, and lets himself be taken by slumber.

They will stumble sleepily to the bathroom for a quick shower with post-sex giggles and all later. They will curl back on the bed afterward, and Ohno will whispers, “I’m not done with you,” while rubbing the small of Sho’s back in comfort as he drifts to sleep.





In the morning, Sho pads his way into the living room only to stop short with surprise. “Holy shit!”

He knows that he hasn’t seen the whole house, arriving late at night and having his sole focus on Ohno, but the view in front of him is quite spectacular. With the glass doors on the side of the living room wide open, his vision is filled with the vast green garden and the sight of a mountain far ahead. The sky is clear and the morning sun and a cool breeze filters pleasantly into the room.

The sound of someone clearing his throat startles him and has Sho turning around, finding Matsumoto in his pristine tuxedo watching him with interest.

Sho’s embarrassment only increases tenfold when he remembers that he’s wearing nothing but his ratty sweatpants.

“Would you like me to fetch you a shirt?” Matsumoto offers with a clear hint of amusement in his voice. “Or perhaps coffee first?” Matsumoto then says, out of pity.

“Coffee will be great,” Sho says weakly.

“Please be seated. I’ll pour you one.”

He is left with no choice but to walk into the kitchen, taking a seat at the same chair he sat on for supper last night, and fidgets.

“Here you go.” Matsumoto places a steaming hot coffee mug in front of him. The scent is heavenly and it almost makes Sho forget his earlier embarrassment.

“Sugar or cream?”

“No, thanks,” Sho says before immediately taking a small sip. “Oh, this is good.”

Matsumoto only nods, with a small smile. “Would you also like a simple breakfast? I can arrange some eggs really quickly.”

Sho is still in his caffeine heaven so he forgets his earlier embarrassment. “If it’s not too much of a bother—”

“Coming right up,” Matsumoto says before turning towards the stove and setting up a frying pan.

For a few moments, the only sound in the kitchen is the sound of the eggs in the pan. Soon, Matsumoto swiftly arranges a plate of eggs and slides it to Sho. He arranges salt and pepper shakers after setting a fork and napkin.

“Sakurai-san, if I offended you in any way last night, I truly apologize,” Matsumoto says, his eyes serious. “Ohno-sama never has an overnight guest, so I can only hope you pardon my inexperience.”

Sho blushes at the concealed information, his hand clutching on his coffee mugs. “I’m not offended in any way. I know that I might be intruding—“

“You’re not. Clearly you are here upon his invitation, and the fault is all mine if you deem that I have failed to behave properly in front of a special guest.”

“Ah, about that—”

Matsumoto lets out a small smile. “You do know you are special, right?”

Sho tries to smile back at Matsumoto; at least it’s better than to bury his face in his palms. “I guess.”

Matsumoto nods at him, appears to be pleased with Sho’s answer. “He has asked me to record ZERO on your appearance days, and had requested for recommendations of good private restaurants in Tokyo when he rarely eats out.”

Sho blinks in surprise.

“So, you don’t have to guess. You are special,“ Matsumoto says again with a smile, genuine this time. “Now please eat your eggs before it gets cold.”

“Ah, thank you,” Sho mutters. He’s glad for distraction because he knows that he’s burning red right now.

Sho was on his way to have his first bite when Ohno shuffles sleepily into the kitchen.

“Matsujun, I told you to be nice,” he says, standing beside Sho and putting one hand on Sho’s back gently. “Or were you talking trash about me?”

Matsumoto takes a quick glimpse of Ohno appearing from the bedroom and is visibly holding back his smile. “Why of course all trash talk over breakfast.”

Sho smiles, with bread in his mouth.

Ohno’s warm arm snakes to circle Sho’s waist. “Don’t trust anything this one says about me.”

Sho laughs at that knowing perfectly well that he has to disagree with Ohno here because he trusts Matsumoto on this one.

Matsumoto rolls his eyes and turns around. “Can I get anything else beside coffee for you?”

“Just coffee’s fine.” Ohno shrugs and settles on the chair next to Sho’s. Closes his eyes again, he leans toward Sho and presses against his side.

Matsumoto slides an empty mug in front of Ohno before filling it. He tops Sho’s half empty mug while he’s at it. After he slides a basket of fresh bread and a plate of assorted fruits over, he bows his leave-taking politely. “Ring me if you need anything else.”

“Thank you Matsumoto-san,” Sho says, finding his voice clear this time. For all the attitude and sternness, Sho now knows that Matsumoto only wants the best for Ohno.

Matsumoto bows again, lower this time. “Likewise, Sakurai-san. Enjoy the breakfast.”

Ohno doesn’t ask further but he calls out to Matsumoto when he’s almost out of the kitchen. “Matsujun, what time is Aiba-chan going?”

“At noon, I suppose.”

“Ask him to stop by here first, will you?”

“Yes, Sir.” Matsumoto nods, even if he’s a bit confused. He gives one last bow before going with his duty elsewhere.





Back in the bedroom, Ohno is already clothed with his oldest t-shirt and jeans sitting cross-legged on the bed and watches Sho doing his tie and getting ready for work.

“Aiba-chan is going downtown. He can drive you.”

Sho stops his hand movement and turns to see Ohno’s staring at him. “I can easily take the train or a taxi.”

“He needs to do a delivery to Nino’s office anyway.”

“You are arranging that on purpose,” Sho says, and finds the answer immediately as he sees Ohno flinches at his words. “Satoshi-kun.”

Ohno avoids looking at Sho cutely and Sho could only sighs.

“I just—”

“What?”

“I invited you all the way here, and it’s going to take you an hour to go to work, and I don’t want to have—“

“We will talk about this later,” Sho says. “But I don’t mind taking a train to get here. It’s far from Minato, I know, but I want to be here. So, you don’t have to do so much next time.”

“So there’s another next time,” Ohno says with a grin.

“You are not listening to my point.”

“But I was listening. And yes, I’d let you enjoy the insane commute rush hour next time.”

Sho laughs at that. He fixes his tie one last time before turning to walk toward the bed. He drops to his knees between Ohno’s now spread legs. When Ohno shifts to reach him, Sho puts his hand on Ohno’s thighs. “It’s nearly noon, there’s no rush hour.”

Ohno pouts. “You don’t know that.”

Sho laughs again, this time with leaning down to capture Ohno’s pouting lips and kiss him. He is rather breathless when he leans back to end the kiss. “Call me later?”

“I will,” Ohno says with his hands still around Sho refusing to let go easily. “From Hawaii.”

“I’m so jealous that you get to enjoy some sun and sea.”

“I asked you to come with me.”

“That doesn’t solve anything,” Sho says with a chuckle. “You’d be so busy with your meeting anyway.”

“I’ll get on that snorkeling tour even if I had to face Nino’s wrath and all.”

Sho doesn’t say anything, only to lean forward again to give a longer and deeper kiss. When Ohno finally lets him go, Sho drops one last peck on his cheek. “Safe trip.”





“I didn’t realize we were this far out from downtown,” Sho mutters, as the car made it’s way to the tollway entrance. “Light traffic so far though.”

“We might hit a bit of traffic, but mostly it’ll be light,” Aiba says reassuringly.

Sho nods. “I think I need to note the name of the station later. I didn’t even know where to go if I’m going again next time.”

Same with Ohno, Aiba lights up at the words. “I’m glad to hear that. Ah, I mean not the part when you don’t know where to go, but that there’s a next time.”

“Yeah, I heard that one before.”

Aiba chuckles and they are now entering the toll. They are silent for a while, with Sho looking outside the window to orient himself with the area.

“Sakurai-san,” Aiba says after a long ten minutes of silence.

“Yes?”

Aiba seems to try to choose his words correctly, and Sho can guess what the man’s going to say—mostly what Matsumoto has said in the morning—but Aiba is more subtle. “Since we’re going to meet often enough, there’s no need to be formal.”

“Have you been talking to Matsumoto-san?” Sho has to ask because the course of this conversation reminds him of the one he had with Matsumoto said earlier in the morning.

“Excuse me?”

Sho turns his head and watches Aiba’s concentration still on the road but with a visible honest frown of confusion. “Never mind,” he says with a smile.

As the car goes closer downtown, Sho is left in his thoughts.

For the first time in a long time, Sho feels a bit lost but excited all the same. He has such an efficient life, and the freedom he treasures so much, but now him being driven by a kind chauffeur, having his breakfast served by a primp butler and receiving a parting kiss before he heads to work, he is not sure anymore. He hasn’t planned for any of this. He has no further plan for this in the near future. How is Ohno going to fit in his life from now on? How would everything affect his life?

But also for the first time in a long time, Sho doesn’t mind at all.





Under pretense of participating in celebrating Okada’s return from his successful Tokyo Film Festival ceremony coverage—and simply because Sho doesn’t feel like continuing to reject the man’s insistent invitation anymore—Sho finally agrees on a late lunch together at the network cafeteria.

He arrives just right on time to see that Okada is nowhere to be found. A quick check to his inbox shows that the man has texted him few minutes ago to say that he will be late.

Sitting on the corner table of the cafeteria, Sho orders iced tea and decides to wait while fiddling with his phone. He hasn’t heard anything from Ohno for the last two days but the last time they spoke at the end of a day, Ohno had told him about his new painting project.

He idly scrolls through his picture folder, on his specially designated for photos from Ohno, his Satoshi-kun folder. Ohno’s habit in sending cute doodles continues as months passed by. They cannot meet often due to the intensity of both of their projects but Sho is already used to general radio silence for a day or two when Ohno is deep in the zone while working at his studio.

Ohno has patiently waited for Sho to be able to reply to his texts and calls when the day ends after all.

Sho startles as a shadow falls upon him, looking up and seeing Okada’s big grin aimed at him. “You don’t need to sneak up on me like that.”

“Sorry,” Okada says, clearly without actual intention to apologize. “You’re enjoying whatever you’re seeing on your phone too much.”

Sho sets his phone aside and watches Okada settle in front of him. “Can we get some food now? I’m starving and I need to be back in 50 minutes for a briefing.”

“Sho, at least allow me to enjoy this time I’m going to have with you. It has been a long while since we’ve eaten out together.”

Sho only stares at Okada in silence, mentally counting the seconds and says, “49 minutes.”

Okada rolls his eyes, and mutters, “Always so strict.”

Sho ignores the complaint and stands up to get the last of lunch sets. They return to their table with their tray of food and then begin to partake their food in comfortable silence.

Sho has imagined that their lunch would be filled with Okada’s lively stories from his trip, or that he would have to deal with all the usual playful advances and endless teasing. He certainly is not expecting this comfortable calm and quiet.

“Are you feeling fine today?” he asks.

Sho catches sight of a brief flicker of surprise on Okada’s face before the man pumps up his charms with an easy grin. “Why you ask? Are you finally giving into the my temptation?”

“I can’t do that. I am seeing someone.“ It is said in a mostly light tone but once Sho said it, he can’t hold back his smile. It feels so good to be able to say it out loud. “I was just wondering why you’re so quiet today.”

“I see.” Setting his spoon slowly, Okada tilts his head in amusement. “I guess I should have seen it coming. Lately I had a feeling that it is somehow not fitting to be teasing you as usual.”

“What?”

“You’ve been smiling more often, Sho,” Okada says. He stares in Sho’s eyes as if he’s waiting for a reaction other than a confirmation. “I can almost hate you for being disgustingly happy.”

Sho tries to shrug lightly in answer but Okada has a point. “I guess I am.”

Okada stares at him in silent for a long minute before offers him a smile. “Congratulations then.”

“Thank you.”

“We can still be friends, right?” Okada smiles at him teasingly.

Sho smiles sweetly. “We were never more than that.”

“That hurts.” Okada clutches his chest dramatically before his smirk returns. “But I’ll get over it. No, got over it, past tense.”

Sho laughs at that. He might miss Okada’s teasing from now on but he’ll get by.





That night, the talk he had with Okada during lunch sets Sho thinking.

Ohno makes him happy. The man has continued to take Sho out for late suppers before they spend the night together. Nothing more or longer than an overnight date but everything's going fine. The sex is nothing but great. Sho is still awkward with the household but now he has gotten closer with Aiba and has begun to understand Matsumoto’s over protectiveness for Ohno.

It feels damn good to be pampered, especially since he is very exact and has not been taking care of himself. Sure, he doesn’t feel those fuzzy butterflies right away. Nothing significantly changed after that day Ohno asked him on their first date. Nothing significantly changed after that steamy night they spent together. Work as usual, just a few stiff joints but nothing big.

Ohno doesn’t appear to be trying so hard but everything he does is heartfelt and that wins a lot in Sho’s book. He feels wanted but he was given the freedom to work, focusing on his passion. Ohno clearly doesn’t want Sho to feel trapped by their relationship and it shows in his displays of affection. Ohno has made Sho feel like he has a place waiting for him. Ohno has accepted Sho as he is even if Sho fully aware that he doesn’t fall into a good partner-material category.

But, the question is, has he taken Ohno’s affection for granted? Has he, in return, made Ohno happy?

Sho spends the night trying to focus on his homework without peeking at his phone screen every five minutes, waiting for Ohno’s call or even late night doodle that usually came just at the right time. He wants to ask, wants to talk randomly with the man, but nothing comes that night.

By Friday morning, and it has been four straight days without any words from Ohno, Sho decides to visit Ohno’s house instead. It is supposed to be a surprise even if Ohno has said that Sho is welcome to visit him anytime. He doesn’t have anything important the next morning, and he kind of misses Ohno and he just wants.

Sho finally has his chance to take the train. After work, he boards the half empty cart, watching in fascination of other people on their way home.

It is a long ride as he goes across town to get to the station but he could partially see himself within this routine. The station is small and as good as deserted when he arrives. His walk to Ohno house is a bit disoriented but with the map on his phone he manages to reach Ohno’s house after making a wrong turn around the nearby park, and getting confused around the small shopping street near the station.

Matsumoto greets him at the door with surprise slightly concealed, but still welcomes Sho warmly.

“He’s at work but I suppose you want to see him.” Matsumoto leads him to the west wing of the house. “And have you eaten? We’re having supper shortly in the kitchen. You are welcome to join us if you want.”

Us? Sho frowns in confusion.

“Or if you’d rather have a shower first, we’ll wait for you. You know where everything is, I suppose.”

Sho doesn’t think much because now that Matsumoto mentioned it, he is dying to get out of his day suit. He takes the quickest shower, feeling refreshed in one of his shirts and sweatpants before he makes his way to the kitchen when he remembers what Matsumoto said about Ohno being at work. The west wing is basically half of the large house that has been customized as Ohno’s multi-purpose studio, where he works with all his artworks.

Sho weighs his options; he doesn’t want to bother Ohno at work but Sho also wants to see him. He then decides to go to Ohno’s studio, halting at the door briefly before pushing the door open.

The blaring light is almost blinding, in contrast with the dim hallway, and Sho has to blink several times before he gets used to the lighting. Ohno’s studio in order is impressive—Sho once was given a tour—but now in its chaotic and messy state, it is even more breathtaking. No more neat line of canvases against the wall, no more tidy work stations in the center of the large space, there are cans of paints, buckets of water, and scattered canvases on the floor.

And there is Ohno painting in deep concentration, in the middle of the room, hunched on top of a large white canvas, one leg stretched awkwardly and another leg curled.

So, Sho stands quietly by the door of Ohno studio, watching the man with awe, smiling fondly at the sight. He is partially hoping Ohno will look up and find him watching but at the same time he wants Ohno to be in the trance because the sight is utterly beautiful and heart wrenching.

Sho steps back, closing the door, and accepts.

He makes his way to the kitchen, frowning at soft sounds of laughter coming from the direction. He is expecting company but he is still surprised to see Aiba, Ninomiya, and Matsumoto sitting down on the dining table, enjoying their supper lively.

Ninomiya spots him first, and waves at his direction. “Sakurai-san! Long time no see.”

Sho smiles at the easy welcome. Matsumoto immediately sets him a plate and soon Sho joins the party, partaking of the Indian food dishes Aiba has brought upon Matsumoto’s order when he took Ninomiya to the house earlier in the evening.

“Ohno-san could go for days,” Aiba says as he scoops more rice to his plate. “I guess this is going to be another epic one.”

Matsumoto nods and adds, “But he’d been at it since yesterday night, so he’ll break soon.”

“Or maybe you need to barge in, run an interception or something,” Ninomiya says, turning to Sho with a grin.

Sho frowns at the new revelation of Ohno’s working habit. “Has it always been that bad?”

“Not really,” Matsumoto says. “But he can really be into it when he’s in the zone. It’s not our place to disturb him.”

Ninomiya waves his spoon toward Matsumoto. “Yet, last time you even called me at some ungodly hour.”

“Well, I was scared that he’d be dead by the end of the night.” Matsumoto says, apparently not bothered by Ninomiya’s teasing.

“So we then kinda did an interception thing—,” Aiba explains with fondness in his voice. “And got scolded for being such worrywarts.”

Supper ends up being a delightful distraction for Sho. They laugh, drinking their long day away. Nino teases Sho him about the possibility of having Sho treat him to a free lunch since his office is near the NTV building, while Matsumoto scolds Ninomiya for being shameless and Aiba laughs at their antics.

“It’s getting late. We should get going,” Aiba says to Ninomiya when he finishes his beer.

Nino nods his agreement and within minutes they are waving their goodbye to Sho, leaving him in the house with Matsumoto who strongly insisted that Sho does not need to help him with the dishes.

“You will have tea in the living room.” Matsumoto says, already walking to the stove to set the kettle. “Go on. I’ll bring them up when it’s ready.”

On his way to the living room, Sho gives Ohno’s bedroom down the hall a longing stare, having a mental discussion and finally settling against his wish to just curl up.

After Matsumoto brings the promised tea and bidding him goodnight, Sho settles at the couch, without turning the TV on, and tries to work a little bit, while browsing aimlessly.

The next thing he knows, he is curled asleep on the couch, his laptop settling dangerously on his chest. As he floats into consciousness slowly, he feels Ohno’s hand on his forehead.

“I didn’t know you were here,” Ohno smiles sleepily, tiredly. “Hi.”

Sho jumps and stutters. “I came around dinner—and then you were working—so I thought I wait—and I was just here, I didn’t touch anything else.”

Ohno chuckles. “Why are you in the couch, instead on the bed? You must be tired.”

Sho blinks his drowsy brain trying to say his reason to settle on the couch while waiting for Ohno. “I didn’t want to be a bother—“

“You never are.” Ohno runs his palm on Sho’s arm, spreading warmth. He sets Sho’s laptop on the table before grabbing a blanket from the far ottoman. “Scoot over.”

“Huh?” Sho wants to ask what time it is, why they are settling to sleep on the couch instead of moving to the bedroom, but his brain is so tired and all he wants is to hold Ohno and continue sleeping. “Okay.”

Ohno joins him, pressing close, and together they curl on the couch. Sho sighs when he feels Ohno wrap his hands around him, nuzzle on his nape, and falls back to sleep. Everything is peaceful and serene and Ohno’s breathing on his neck is warm and pleasant. Everything is in its place.





Sho wakes up at the sound of Ohno’s grumbling darkly and Matsumoto’s soft voice. He keeps his eyes closed as he listens to Matsumoto telling Ohno to at least use the bed because he will be giving himself a stiff neck for nothing.

“I thought with the presence of Sakurai-san, you would prefer the use of the proper bed, Ohno-sama.”

“Matsujun. Go away.”

Sho opens his eyes and smiles as he sees the man roll his eyes at Ohno’s words.

“Who would make you coffee then? And, for your information, it’s almost 11.”

“Go away to make some coffee then,” Ohno says, correcting himself.

At the mention of the current time, Sho starts to untangle himself from Ohno, sending an apologetic look at Matsumoto, and runs his fingers through Ohno’s hair in reprimand. “Satoshi-kun.”

“What?” Ohno says petulantly, and groans when he opens his eyes and sees Sho’s disapproving glance. “Go away to make some coffee. Please.”

Matsumoto huffs with a smile, and strides into the kitchen.

“Happy now?” Ohno mumbles sleepily.

Sho smiles and drops a kiss on to Ohno’s hair. “Very.”

They have the house for themselves after breakfast, with Matsumoto leaving for the weekend. After showering and settling for a quiet morning with Sho clearing his work email inbox and muting it for the weekend, with Ohno taking short dozes next to him on the couch, they come to a decision to go out to get dinner from a nearby place Ohno recommends.

They were walking slowly through quiet neighborhood toward the station when something catches Sho’s attention. He stops right then right there and looks up to the horizon. The sky is gorgeous in its early dusk, clashes of orange clouds and pale blue. This doesn't feel like Tokyo any more, like he’s somewhere where he can take comforting long breath and have all the time in the world where he can enjoy the day.

“Sho-kun?”

Sho looks ahead and finds Ohno a few steps ahead of him, a hint of smile on his face. He patiently waits for Sho to come to him, standing there with his down jacket, old jeans and a hat, completely unrecognizable as the top Japanese art figure.

Apparently Ohno catches something in Sho’s eyes because he takes a step forward, bringing them close together. They are on the side of the public park nearby, outside in a bright afternoon, and Ohno looks at him with so much sureness and care.

“Sho-kun?” Ohno repeats, softer this time. “Something on your mind?”

“I made a wrong turn around this park last night.”

Ohno’s face blooms with a wide smile. “Oh?”

“And the sky is beautiful here,” Sho adds.

Ohno chuckles at the random thoughts, but Sho knows he understands. Sho is grateful that Ohno understands. “And is it a good thing?”

“I think it is.” Sho says. “I know it is.”

“Good,” Ohno says. He reaches to give Sho’s arm a warm squeeze and leave his hold there. “You don’t get this in downtown Tokyo, do you?”

“I don’t get you in downtown Tokyo,” Sho corrects him. That’s why I’m here, he wants to add but he can only look down to the ground to hide his flush instead.

Ohno tugs Sho’s hand playfully.

Sho looks up and finds Ohno’s easy smile. The man sounds certain enough for both of them. So what if they haven’t yet put a name onto whatever they have now. So what if from now on he probably has to commute for a full hour during the insane rush hour to return to Ohno’s side. So what if he stays busy and Ohno stays busy and they are only able to make limited precious time to spend with each other. Sho feels like he could withstand anything as long as Ohno is next to him, and he is sure of one thing: “I want to see you more.”

“There’s more every day.” Ohno says, now his hand reaching out to hold Sho’s hand. “With you.”

Sho beams with pleasure as he welcomes the pleasant warmth running up his cheeks openly this time.

“Now, can we go to my favorite gyoza place and have greasy delicious dinner?”

Sho bumps onto Ohno’s shoulder, laughing loudly at Ohno’s cheeky grin and the sudden change of topic. He decides to leans forward to steal a fleeting kiss right then and there simply because he is disgustingly happy. When he pulls back, he smiles widely at Ohno’s astounded expression and says, “Gladly.”

*

Comments

[agustin1982.livejournal.com]

Yama ♥
Thank you so much for sharing :D

[gomushroom.livejournal.com]

Yay! Thank you for dropping a lovely comment ❤!

[astrangerenters.livejournal.com]

Ah, I love Yama Pair so much! This was great! I really loved the instant attraction between them and how understanding they are that they both lead busy lives. I liked rich dude Ohno with his fancy house and his driver and his butler (and how the butler thing blows Sho's mind). Liked all the steamy scenes too ;)

[gomushroom.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Rich dude Ohno is so much fun to write, especially when he's surrounded by the rest of Arashi as his assistants. ;)

[say-oh-chan.livejournal.com]

Aaah an other Yama *-* *happy me*
I really liked the interaction between them, it was simple, yet beautiful to see how they instantly matched to each other. I wish I could see how their relationship will progress **
Thank you for this !

[gomushroom.livejournal.com]

Thank you for reading! I was estatic to finally write a full blown Yama story, so I'm so glad to hear that you enjoyed this! Sometimes simple works best for them ❤!

[nicefinalbeam.livejournal.com]

I love so much about this story! I like the instant chemistry and connection they had, you wrote the attraction so well. And even though it was clearly there, Sho was still surprised by Ohno's attempt at confession, which felt pretty realistic lol

The lengths Ohno went to in order to get his feelings across - I loved how straightforward and sure he was, especially when he admitted he was going to have to be direct when it came to Sho. When Sho determined that even with some difficulty in schedules, he wanted to see more of Ohno, I was already feeling warm and fuzzy~

Everything about the way they interacted together, from the text messages to the natural giving of space and understanding, to falling asleep all curled up together on the couch - MY HEART!! - was perfect. There was something really comforting in knowing that choices were being made throughout the story. Sho wanted to see Ohno, so he went to his house. He didn't nervously wait and allow distance, he went for what he wanted. That really made me smile. :)

The other Arashi members in their orbit around Ohno was honestly great and an added bonus :D Great job, anon!

[gomushroom.livejournal.com]

Ah, your comment gives me fuzzy warm feelings too!

I wanted something that's slow burning and simple--just as how I see Yama--so I'm so glad to hear you enjoyed this story. Their interactions might be too short at some points but the distance between them was the theme and I can only see them working around it in this sweet way. The couch scene was a favorite too, and one of the scenes that I wrote so early in writing. It supposed to be the subtle climax. I'm happy that it works fine in this fic.

I can't write a Yama story without the supporting Kaze, so there they are. :D :D

[rollingday_s]

I have so much love for this fic! ❤💙

The thing I love about Yama is the the sort of my pace air they have going on about them. I don't know if it's Ohno, but I feel like their timing would be seem wacked and completely meaningless to anyone else but them. But they somehow make it work seamlessly.

I was giggly all over when Ohno showed Sho the painting he made for him. I seriously felt so happy at the way Ohno confessed his feelings, and I thought that of course he would do it this way. I love that they fall onto this relationship despite knowing it probably won't work, and they find they can make it nonetheless. The other members as side-characters silently supporting the Yama romance were the cutest thing. I loved the Juntoshi dynamics in particular: seeing Ohno being rude to Jun made for a pleasant laugh.

Thank you for this story! 💙❤

[gomushroom.livejournal.com]

Ah, thank you!

I'm so happy to read this comment and yesss their pace kind of romance was what I was after, so yay! I totally agree with you that these two have their own dynamic, different from others. That's what troubled me along writing this, and I'm so glad to hear that you enjoyed this. 💙❤

I can't leave the other out of this story (and Juntoshi is my secret weakness), so there you go! :D

[cherry-shoko.livejournal.com]

Hey there! I'm sorry for being so late!! But I will be back to give you my thoughts on the fic! I'm so excited!!! :D

Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry for taking so long! Work has been really busy but I finally made it before the reveals happened!
I would like to thank you for writing Yama! And the extra Shokada friendship made me so happy! Thanks for putting them in :D
I had no idea what to expect going into the fic, but I loved it so much! it was very cute. I really liked how they managed to make their relationship work despite all the complications they had due to their different lifestyles and schedules.
I really loved the part where Ohno talks about art. Think I was as fascinated as Sho was in that scene ;P
I really liked how you put an emphasis on how much Sho's job means to him. It paints a very realistic picture. And that Ohno was willing to be patient and compromise.
The members' roles in the fic were great! i loved how everyone made an appearance and had a signifcant part too! May I also add I loved this line from butler Matsujun→ “Why of course all trash talk over breakfast.”
And the smut! Thank you for that! It's not everyday I get to read something like this for Yama, and I really, really loved it!
I loved the domestic feeling of the fic very much. It was a pleasure to read <3

[gomushroom.livejournal.com]

Hello!! I wasn't sure about writing Okada in this equation but I'm so glad to hear that it works out in the end!

I'd also want to thank you for giving me the chance to spread my Yama fic wings! I have wanted to write about them since forever----this is my first Yama woohooo---and I was so happy to receive you as my assignments because finally!

Sorry for being a bit vague, and the rating might be misleading in a way. But honestly there's not much going on on this fic, aside from them being cute to each other. Hahaha. I had an idea about newscaster Sho and artist Ohno since forever, but really your prompts were fit perfect in the whole story. Ohno is just so great in this story!

And I cannot help to include the other three even in a very small role. Butler Jun is very interesting to write and I hoped to write more of him! And Aiba too. And I'm glad you like the smut!! I had hoped to write more of it but time wasn't really friendly. I had terrible RL schedule too, but this fic was worth it and I'm glad that I have written this for you! 💙❤

[shilriarizz.livejournal.com]

This is perfect. 💙❤

[gomushroom.livejournal.com]

Hello! I hope you still remember me? I was planning to let you know about this fic---because your prompt from, when was it years ago hahaha, was one of the reasons this fic existed. 💙❤ In a way, thank youuuu for the idea. I'm glad you enjoyed this story! (I'll credit you when I repost this for sure! :D)

[shilriarizz.livejournal.com]

OMG! What a nice surprise~ ❤❤❤
I totally adored this fic i read it like 3x in the past week xD
Super happy you managed to finish it :D
Looking forward to more awesome fics from you 💙❤
Thank you soooo much for letting me know ❤❤❤