Shocking Pink [OhJun]

Fandom: Arashi
Title: Shocking Pink
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Oral
Summary: Ohno devises a plot to avoid being hurt.
Notes: Crack. I was was bored one day and decided there is not enough OhJun smut in the world so I should contribute. I suppose if you stretch it this is technically humor.



Ohno waited, and he watched, he knew his time would come. All he had to do was be patient, like a hunter stalking his prey. Nino would just look at him and laugh. Nino didn’t understand; he didn’t have the same sensitive scalp that Ohno did. It hurt, oh how it hurt, when some uncaring soul would rake a brush through his hair, or when their stylist was feeling plain sadistic. He was a tender soul, and his hair needed special treatment.

Which lead to problems.

Namely, Jun tugged. He didn’t notice it, but he tugged, and he tugged hard, Ohno’s hair was soft under his long fingers and, when the pleasure hit he would pull to keep himself quiet. And it hurt. Ohno loved to make the younger boy writhe in passion: against a door, sitting in a chair, and backstage as well. It didn’t matter, as long as he could push the other against something, and make him feel good.

And thus his problem, he loved to suck Jun off, but he hated having his hair tugged so harshly. He would have just told Jun and escaped all this planning, but it wouldn’t have helped- after all Jun wouldn’t do that if he knew he was doing it. So for a while Ohno stopped pouncing on Jun, let someone else do it- watch sometimes too.

Jun didn’t seem to notice, it wasn’t like their relationship as friends changed any, Ohno just stopped giving him head. Jun’s body still felt hot and tight around him, Jun’s lips still felt good around him, and Jun’s eyes still smiled when they landed on him. Ohno missed it though- even if that was a bit irrational; he missed being able to watch Jun like that- while doing that. Ohno never was a very rational person.

One day, Jun was sitting in the dressing room, lounging on one of the large chairs provided. The open bottle of polish was on the side table; filling the entire room with that distinct aroma. ‘Shocking pink’ said the label and the colour was indeed very shocking, bright against the pale skin of the tall man’s hands. He had his headphones on and was bopping his head slightly with the beat. Long careful strokes applied the polish over the basecoat; it would need another coat if it were to withstand any damage. The colour looked very nice on him, and he was glad that he decided to try it out.

Faint rustling wasn’t heard over the music, and neither was Ohno’s faint curse. He licked his lips and waited for Jun to put the brush back into the bottle. The moment that Jun released the bottle to sit back and wait for the paint to dry Ohno walked quickly up to him.

“Riida?” Jun began, lifting his hands but letting them fall as he remembered not to disturb the drying paint. Ohno smiled at him, casual as can be when brimming with impatience.

“I finally got you.” Ohno said with a clear smirk on his round face. Jun giggled softly.

“You’ve always had me I’m right here.”

“No, No. Now I have you right where I want you.” Ohno could barely restrain a joyous cackle, Jun looked confused.

“In a chair?”

“Yes.” Ohno leaned over, pressing his lips to the younger boy’s drinking in the small noise that the thin boy made. He moved his hands to Jun’s pants pulling the drawstring of the sweat pants. Tugging on them he let Jun’s lips go with a wet pop.

“Ohno?” Jun moaned, hands twitching, wanting to grab, but unable to.

“Hmmm?” Ohno hummed against Jun’s neck kissing the pale skin and licking softly, Jun’s hips lifted slightly, allowing him to tug the pants down to his knees.

“… Never mind.” Jun breathed out, tossing his head back and closing his eyes, this was good too. Ohno grinned victoriously, pushing Jun’s shirt up so he could kiss the arch of his captive’s rib cage. The white skin tasted salty like the sweat leftover from their practice, and Ohno licked his way up to the pinnacle of the ribs, then licking his way hotly down the centre to Jun’s navel.

He could feel the long lean body trembling, and he looked to see that Jun’s palms were pressed into the side tables, his muscles taught with restraint. He was right; Jun wouldn’t dare ruin his polish. In victory he traced Jun’s navel with his tongue pleased with the jerk that went through the other’s body.

“Spread.” Ohno commanded, pulling Jun’s pants all the way off and moving out of the way so the younger boy could throw his legs over the armrest. Thick lashes touched pale cheeks, Jun’s wide eyes closed and his plush lips parted lightly. Ohno was smiling like a moron- and he knew it.

He pressed a single kiss to each milky thigh, rubbing his thumbs along them as he braced himself against them. He pressed a third kiss to the skin under Jun’s navel grinning at the whining noise it produced.

He took Jun into his mouth; in a single sweep revelling in the shriek that echoed around the room. Without pause he quickly hollowed out his cheeks, bobbing his head as quickly as he could setting a torturous pace.

It took a little less then two minutes at that pace; then Jun made a strangled noise and his entire body tensed before he let out a long moan and Ohno felt the first hot splashes hit the back of his throat. Sucking carefully he milked all he could not sure when the next time would be. Jun was in a puddle in the chair, looking down at Ohno through narrowed eyes, his cheeks still flushed with orgasm. Ohno offered a friendly smile back and moved out of the way so Jun could lower his long legs, gone stiff from being held in place.

He found Jun’s pants and pulled them back up, Jun lifting his hips so Ohno could tie them again where they were before. Pulling Jun’s shirt back down he pressed a kiss to the other’s lips tasting the coppery flavour of blood.

“Did you bite your lip?” Ohno asked, cupping Jun’s cheek and looking at the other’s lips, he smiled and ran his thumb over the beauty mark right under his lower lip.

“…Yeah.” Jun’s tongue flicked out, brushing Ohno’s thumb.

“Later.” Ohno promised before kissing Jun one last time. He fixed the wrinkles in his shirt and waved as he walked out of the dressing room.

Nino was waiting outside the door when Ohno came out. He smiled at him slinging an arm over Ohno’s shoulders and adjusted his steps to fall in with Ohno.

“You know, you could just tie him up like Sho does if you don’t like it that much.”