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fic for rinji_chan1!
For: rinji_chan1
From: :3.
Title: Hello, I Don’t Know You
Pairing/Focus: Ohmiya
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 7000
Warnings: None
Summary: Nino’s office has a cute new receptionist, and Nino’s determined to get his attention.
Notes: Hello Rinji, and thank you for the prompt! I hope this makes you happy. I ended up having a lot of fun with office shenanigans. My great love and appreciation to F and R for their speedy, spot-on beta. And to Ninomod: congratulations on year ten, and thank you for every opportunity you’ve given us.
As everyone who works a 9 to 5 knows, Monday morning is the worst morning. Nino feels that in triplicate because he inevitably stays up too late Sunday night playing PazuDora, slipping into unconsciousness at 4AM after a last drink of water that he sets at his bedside. He wakes up gummy with sleep that he has to rub out of his eyes and just manages to get himself some toast and comb his hair before he moseys out the door with a yawn.
He has a good feeling about today, though.
"Morning." Jun, with hair impeccably styled and suit looking like it came out of an Armani shop instead of a general bargain warehouse, adjusts his collar as he comes to stand next to Nino by the elevator. In a company of so many people, Nino has no idea how he inevitably runs into Jun by the elevator nearly every morning.
"How much did you pay for that?" Nino says, eyeing Jun's gaudily-colored tie.
Jun regards him archly. "How much did you pay for that?" he returns, looking Nino's ill-fitting brown suit up and down.
Nino winks. "As if you can't guess."
The elevator dings, and Jun snorts they both step inside the sleek silver box. "No more than five thousand yen, I'd wager."
"Amazing," Nino congratulates him. "Four thousand nine hundred ninety five. Not counting the shoes."
Jun rolls his eyes expressively and whacks the button for their floor, ringing it with orange light, then leans insouciantly against the elevator wall.
The elevator jostles under them, and gravity tugs at Nino's stomach. He feeds his hands into his pockets and rocks forward onto the balls of his feet. The walls are murkily reflective and the overhead lightning is terrible, but there's something about it he likes. It's like a portal or a passageway to a different dimension, a kind of ritual he goes through every morning.
Nino's good feeling amplifies when the elevator door swishes open to release them onto their floor. The lobby, with its modern couches and tiny, fake plants, is the same as it is every morning, but for one major difference: someone new is sitting behind the welcome desk.
"Did anyone mention the new receptionist was starting today?" Nino asks Jun as an aside.
Toma has been with them several years, but now he's being deployed to Publicity since it needs more experienced hands. Nino has had a few conversations with Toma by the water cooler about it. Ever since Sho moved up in the ranks over there, things have been churning faster and faster. But for the moment here in Development there are two heads behind the desk, and Nino takes in this new person with lingering attention.
He's sweet-faced, eyes sleepier than Nino feels, his hair swept up and off his face in a way that means he actually probably styled it. His cheeks look like apples that Nino immediately wants to press his palms to. The new guy looks up and blinks owlishly, and Nino realizes Jun has already moved up to the desk and is extending his hand.
"Hey!" Nino protests.
"Welcome to the team," says Jun, irritatingly the very definition of the word smooth. "I'm Matsumoto Jun. Is Toma-kun taking good care of you?"
Nino jostles his way up alongside Jun just as the newcomer says, "Oh." He looks confused for a moment, then lights up with a smile that is, Nino thinks, an absolute attack. Also, that should be directed at him instead. "Hello. I'm Ohno Satoshi." He takes Jun's hand over the counter, and they shake, though Ohno bows over their hands with ingrained politeness. "Toma-san has been very kind."
"Tell it like it is, Satoshi-kun," Toma quips, dropping another stack of papers next to Ohno with a whump. "I'm putting you through the ringer. They need all of these copied and stapled, to room 403."
"Ah," says Ohno, looking for a long moment at the stack. Then he says, "All of them?"
Toma bites down on an amused smile.
"I could help show you how to work the copier," Nino interjects, and also extends his hand, since it's not like Jun created the friendly American handshake. He grins slowly. "I'm Ninomiya. Kazunari."
Their eyes meet, and there isn't even a lick of interest in Ohno's expression. Instead he looks like he's phoning in from Mars. Strangely, that makes Nino's blood heat in a pleasant way. Ohno shakes Nino's hand with the same polite extra bow, his fingers whispering against Nino's palm when he draws away. "Ninomiya-san." He smiles uncertainly. "Toma-san has already showed me how to use the copier."
"Already?" Nino says, feeling his brows jump. It's first thing Monday morning!
"There's been a lot of copying," Toma says wryly. Then turns to Ohno. "Chop chop."
"And I'm sure he's perfectly capable on his own," Jun tells Nino with an arched brow. "And we have a meeting."
They do have a meeting, which is not something Nino hates, but then he doesn't hate anything he does at work, since it's what pays the bills. It's just that meetings take a lot of time, people talk a lot but make no decisions, and Nino generally doesn't have anything to do but twist his chair back and forth. The biggest bummer is that he can't sneak his phone under the table to play more PazuDora. He stares out the window instead, thinking of the warmth of Ohno Satoshi's hand, the sweet quizzical tilt of his brows, and whether or not Nino can turn that space-cadet expression into one more potent. It feels like a challenge.
--
Later, in his office, he works on a plan. A few plans, in fact, because just one isn't going to cut it, not with Jun being Mr. Suave Gentleman. Nino has to get in there first and make an impression big enough that all Jun's innate charm is rendered ineffective. That's a tall order.
But Nino likes challenges, and nothing on his desk right now is a challenge, so.
He sticks his pencil in his mouth sideways and loops his hands behind his head, pondering. What would get Ohno's attention?
There's a knock on the door and Jun pops his head in. "Did you get ahold of those reports I asked about?"
Nino juts his chin at the file folder near the corner of his desk closest to the door. There's a bright purple Post-It on top that says Jun-pon. Jun scowls when he sees it but scoops the file up anyway, then pauses. "What's with you?"
"Hn?" Nino swings his chair around to face Jun properly.
"You're not playing some game." Jun cocks his hip in that way he does, eyeing Nino through his excessively long lashes. Nino swears he must get extensions. Those are not man lashes. "Frankly, I don't think I've ever actually seen you do any work, yet it's always done somehow. How the hell do you manage?"
Nino grins around his pencil, then tugs it from his mouth. He's not unaware of his reputation for being some sort of lazy genius, and it delights him that this has reached Jun, who Nino has never seen not working. "I'm not sure you're ready for that information, Matsumoto."
Jun's lips tick up. "Sold your soul to the devil, then," he says. "Got it." He grins on his way out the door.
Well, he's not wrong.
--
Nino finds Ohno in the lobby later that afternoon, which is plan number one: show up anywhere and everywhere possible. There isn't a good reason for Nino to be in the lobby, but he could potentially be greeting a guest, which is what he'll say if he has to make something up, but his guess is that Ohno probably isn't going to bother asking. He just has that air about him.
Ohno is watering plants with a tiny watering can, which is blue and has a large daisy impression on the side. Nino, hands in his pockets, saunters closer. "You know those plants are fake, right?"
Ohno stops and lifts the can, and the twinkling sound of water ceases. "No?"
Nino nods. "They've been here since I started with the company."
Ohno tilts his head, his gaze going momentarily hazy as his lips push into a thoughtful pout, and wow, yeah, Nino definitely wants to kiss him. "No, I mean, they're real plants." He tugs on one of the leaves, causing the whole plant to rustle plantishly. "See?"
There are brown, curled edges on the leaf. Proof of life. Or maybe proof of impending death, saved only by Ohno and his little blue watering can.
Nino can't quite believe what he's seeing, and a little, betrayed noise falls from his mouth as he grasps for the still-attached-to-the-plant leaf. It's undeniably real. "I've never seen a single person water them! How could they be alive?"
Ohno shrugs, a slow roll of his shoulder, steady like an ocean wave. "Do you spend a lot of your time in the reception area?" He smiles, and Nino's body heats up, because Ohno is onto him, knows why he's showed up in the lobby at this particular moment, is flirting.
Encouraged, he lets his voice drop a suggestive note. "No, but I'm starting to think I should."
"Hm," Ohno muses. "Then I'll put out some more magazines."
And he turns around to water the next plant.
--
It's not like Nino has no charm, like it's some sort of zero sum game with Jun. It's just that he hasn't had to use it in a long time, and he's rusty at doing it on purpose. Sitting back at his desk, chin plunked on his hand, he can admit to himself that that was an atrocious pick up line.
He sulkily plays darts for a while with his pencils, considering what to do the next time he goes to find Ohno.
In reality he's better at being the friends-before-you-know-it type instead of the sexy-and-successful type, and it's not even because of his terrible taste in suits. It's more that flirting, up until now, has been fun because it doesn't matter. There's no winning out of it, not when it comes to the girls in the Publicity department that Nino winks at whenever he goes to bother Sho. They're all die hard Sho fans anyway, (really, who isn't,) but they like to smile at Nino and he likes to smile back.
Ohno's different, though. Nino wants a conquest. Nino wants to charm the socks off him and spirit him away for a night of drinks followed by a good, hard fuck on a soft surface, preferably a bed, but a couch would be more than acceptable. A table, if there's nothing better. Which would mean cajoling a night out of Ohno.
He could straight up ask Ohno out, but that would be boring, and he's pretty sure Ohno would say no.
Then Nino starts to smile.
He could also not ask.
--
"Ninomiya-san." Toma glances up from his computer. Nino is like, half convinced Toma watches porn when he doesn't have anything else to do, but he looks as professional as ever in his crisp dress shirt and Jun-approved matching tie. (The only way Nino gets away with his attire is that he's become immune to Jun's judgmental stink eye of doom.) "Did you need something?"
Ohno, several steps away, looks up from the filing cabinet, as if curious whether he needs to help, though somehow managing at the same time to look like maybe he doesn't want to. He's just as delicious as he was earlier, though with the added bonus of rolled up sleeves and a fine film of sweat at his temples thanks to no one turning on the air conditioning today.
"Nah," Nino says to Toma, and nods at Ohno instead. Toma looks confused for a moment, his eyes sliding to watch as Nino approaches that end of the desk. "Do you have any plans for tonight?" Nino asks, leaning heavily on the counter, folding his fingers together and settling in.
"Me?" Ohno says, looking startled. He blinks several times more than he needs to. It's charming.
Nino nods affirmatively. "You."
Ohno looks at his watch uncertainly, like he thinks it might be quitting time already. It isn't. Reception has a couple more hours, and Nino has, technically, many hours after that, because he can't go home until Higashiyama does (or until he sneaks out, whichever comes first,) but all of this is irrelevant. Ohno wets his lips (Nino follows the motion with his eyes, watching the pink flash of tongue and the shine left in its wake) and tilts his head. "I'll be going home after."
Nino makes the appropriate sound of interest, smiling at him. "No girlfriend to see?"
Ohno puffs a disbelieving laugh. Toma clears his throat, but Nino ignores him. "No," says Ohno, looking a little more bashful, which, ugh, adorable.
Nino taps the countertop with restless fingers that he really wants to be putting on Ohno's ass right now. The smile on his face continues unabated. "I see. Well, maybe you will soon, since I know girls find the sleeves half-rolled up thing incredibly sexy." Nino does, too. Ohno has an attractive amount of definition in his forearms.
"Um, Ninomiya-san--" comes Toma's voice.
"You should try it, Toma-kun," Nino says, angling his attention onto Toma, whose eyes are suddenly very round.
"I uh, have a girlfriend, though," Toma says.
"I know," Nino says, feeling very pleased with himself as he walks away, leaving a very confused, and hopefully somewhat more intrigued Ohno in his wake.
--
Plan two is a more covert operation. It starts on that first day and Nino implements it over the course of several more.
This is plan Liberate the Office Supplies.
Toma is going to be gone after Friday--well, if moving up three floors is 'gone'--so Nino spaces out his acquisition. He starts early on the ballpoint pens, because there's an army's worth of them on their floor and rooting them all out takes several days. Each time he's in a new conference room or visiting someone's office, he liberates at least two.
The whiteboard markers he starts on Wednesday, and staplers he saves until Thursday. There's no way he'll ever be able to cart off all the printer paper so he doesn't bother. He knows it's working when, on Friday, he overhears someone complaining about only being able to find the markers that don't write properly.
--
Friday morning, Jun knocks on Nino's door again. Nino doesn't have any reports for him, which means Nino doesn't know what to expect when Jun slides himself into the chair on the other side of Nino's desk and says, "Are you trying to get yourself in trouble?"
Nino is like, ninety nine percent sure no one knows it's him stealing the supplies, so he says, with some surprise, "Huh?"
"Toma-kun seems concerned about the..." He pauses, searching for a word before he decides on: "attention you've been giving our new receptionist."
Nino feels himself relax. He should probably have expected this. That's what you get when you flirt with a guy in front of other people in an office, after all. "Are you worried, Jun-pon?"
Jun runs a hand over his face to try to hide the fact that he's smiling. That nickname always works. "Nino."
"Yes?" Nino lets the word draw out with a slow curl: Yeees?
"Okay," Jun says, the veneer of his work-centric self stripped back enough now that Nino can see his friend instead of the insufferable perfectionist Jun wears around like a warrior holding a shield. "Yes, I am. Can you tell me you're not being dumb about this?"
Since Jun is being sincere, Nino responds in kind. "Yes, Jun-kun. I promise."
Jun frowns, like he thought this conversation was going to go a different way and still isn't sure that it hasn't. "Good. I don't want to lose you to a sexual harassment claim."
"I'll be good," Nino says.
He just never tells Jun what 'good' means.
--
The next Monday rolls around. Nino has made himself the direct opposite of scarce, showing up when he's least expected. The only place sacred is the bathroom, though Nino is considering it. ("When do you work?" Jun asks peevishly at one point when Nino is lying in wait, leaning against the wall in a random hallway.)
Nino's phone rings just after eleven, and when he picks up and says hello, there's an awkward moment of silence before Ohno seems to realize they're already talking even though he's the one that called. "Ah--Ninomiya-san?" he says, and the corners of Nino's lips twitch. "Your 11:15 is here. You'll be in meeting room 6."
"I'll be right there."
Nino gives himself a brief glance in the mirror he's hung in his office on his way out, just to make sure none of his hair is sticking up. Ohno is already in the meeting room setting out a coffee for Ishihara-san when Nino saunters in, hands out of his pockets for once. It's a big room for a small meeting, and they're at the far end, so Nino has a bit of extra distance to saunter.
"Ohno-kun, can you bring me a coffee, too?" Nino says once he reaches them, setting a hand on Ohno's unfortunately fully covered arm. "And then I'll need the screen set up for presenting."
Ohno freezes briefly, then glances warily at the screen.
"Toma-kun did tell you how to manage the technology, didn't he?" Nino asks innocently, keeping his amusement bottled up.
Ohno pastes a smile on that Nino can read as one hundred percent fake. "Yes, of course he did. I'll be right back," he says in a strangely enthusiastic voice, definitely also fake. He beats a hasty retreat out of the room, presumably to get Nino his coffee before banging his head against the ports and connections that are required to hook up Ishihara-san's computer.
Meanwhile, Nino focuses his attention on his extremely cute guest. He's only spoken to her in email before now, and her wealth of black hair, wide, coquettish eyes, and--well, to understate it, her nice lips are all very hard to look away from. It's a nice surprise. "Welcome to the office," Nino says.
He doesn't flirt, of course. But he appreciates.
Ishihara-san has a fluttery kind of poise and an open demeanor that makes her easy to talk to, and she sips her coffee daintily like Nino imagines they do in the classy corners of England. They make some small talk until Ohno finally comes back with Nino's mug and a handful of extra wires, at least three of which Nino already knows are unnecessary.
"It'll be just a moment," Nino informs Ishihara-san, and settles back to watch Ohno.
Ohno sticks his tongue out as he examines all the wire ends and also all the ports on Ishihara-san's computer, his focus searingly intense in the way of an artist contemplating a canvas. Nino briefly imagines Ohno, his hands splattered with paint, a smudge over his forehead. The image is charming.
Ohno turns to glance over his shoulder at the screen, which is still blank. His forehead crinkles with grumpy irritation.
"Do you think he's okay?" whispers Ishihara-san, loud enough that all of them can hear her.
Nino grins and pulls himself out of his seat, moving to stand beside Ohno. "This one," he says, his voice low. He lets his hand wander over Ohno's, skin sliding against skin as he tugs one of the wires Ohno is holding. Then he taps the right port. "In here."
To Ishihara-san, it probably looks like a gentle sort of instruction, a way of being low-key so as not to embarrass the staff in front of the guest. Nino is aware of her, but only as someone in the background. To him, it's just Ohno, just the two of them, standing very, very close, like they're sharing a secret. Ohno glances up, his lips parted in surprise, and he blinks three times before Nino sees the clear brown of his irises.
Then Nino steps back and Ohno seems to wake up. A moment later, he plugs in the right wire, and Ishihara-san's computer desktop appears on the wall. She claps delightedly. "You did it!" she cheers, and Ohno grins bashfully before backing out of the room, dragging all the wires in his wake, his gaze caught up in Nino's until he closes the door.
--
Nino approaches the desk on Tuesday, leaning against it with careless nonchalance. Ohno looks up. "Can I help you?"
Nino, used to seeing glassy vagueness in Ohno's eyes, is encouraged by the way Ohno's gaze skates over his face, as if mapping the details, and the fact that Ohno is smiling. "We're out of whiteboard markers," Nino tells him cheerfully.
There is a pause. Down the hall, Nino hears someone articulating a sales pitch that will probably never come to fruition. Then Ohno's expression goes from open to dark and grouchy, his slender brows drawing close together like a warning. "Oh?"
Before Nino can open his mouth again, the elevator dings and expels the most inhumanly cheerful mail carrier he's ever met. "O~hno-s~an! I have some presents for you!"
Nino continues his comfortable lean. He doesn't see any particular reason to look professional, particularly in front of Aiba.
"Aiba-san!" Ohno says, perking up like a dog spotting a treat. Convenient. The idea of having to order supplies seems to have slipped from his mind like water through a sieve.
And oho. Isn't that interesting? Nino observes as Aiba drops his mail bag with a resounding thump and fairly bounces up to the counter. He was just on an elevator, it wasn't like he came up the stairs, but he sounds out of breath anyway. Aiba gives the impression that he's constantly in a rush, everywhere, like he'll never catch up to himself.
"Presents?" Ohno stands out of his seat and peeks over the counter, just in case said presents are on the floor.
"No, silly, I meant the mail," Aiba says with a self-conscious laugh.
"Oh," Ohno says with a note of disappointment, falling back into his chair so that it creaks. Now he looks like a dog that did not get his treat. "I thought maybe you'd brought some sweets, or something."
This time it's Aiba whose face lights up. "Ohno-san you like sweets too?" He practically climbs over the counter with his enthusiasm. "Have you tried the roll cakes up the street at the Four-Leaf Bakery?"
Oh, God, they're feeding into each other, like an airheaded ping pong match. Nino bites his lip to clamp down on his laugh, and stares. It's too fascinating to look away.
"Yes!" Ohno says, his face more animated than Nino had ever expected, and Nino realizes he's just found plan three.
But he's still working on plan two, so he waits for Aiba to actually deliver the goddamn mail (he actually has to interject: "Aiba-kun, did you come to talk about sugar or was there something else?" and watches Aiba flail about in his bag, spilling half of it on the floor).
Then he returns to Ohno with a satisfied smirk. "Markers. And a few other things, actually."
Ohno huffs. "Okay," he says, getting out a pad of paper and, Nino notices with a wry smile, a pen that takes him some extra time to find. "What do we need?"
Nino steeples his fingers.
His list is very, very long.
Ohno probably doesn't appreciate plan two, and maybe it's two steps forward and one step back for Nino, but Nino gets both amusement and extra time talking to Ohno out of it, so he calls it a win.
--
On Wednesday, Jun corners him again in his office. "Nino."
"Jun?" Nino says with a lifted eyebrow.
"You aren't being subtle," says Jun.
"I wasn't really trying to be."
Jun runs his hands through his hair and looks like he's about three seconds from wrapping those hands around Nino's neck. "You promised you'd be careful!"
"Relax, relax. Do you need some tea? I hid some of your fancy stuff in the top left cabinet in the kitchen, behind the box of spare plastic forks. You know, for emergencies."
Jun's look is flat. "So that's where that went."
"I just didn't want you to run out," Nino says, going the way of devious thoughtfulness.
"I don't need tea," Jun snaps, and then pauses. "Well okay, actually, tea would be good, but the point is that you're being reckless and Ohno-kun is going to report you if you don't stop."
"Do you trust me, Jun-pon?" Nino says quite seriously.
Jun presses his lips together like he wants to say no. His arms cross. His foot taps. He stares at Nino. Then he lets out an explosive sigh. "Do you have the report for me?"
Nino points. It's on the corner of his desk.
"When do you get all this shit done?!" Jun growls, snatching the report and marching out.
--
Plan three goes over much better than plan two. Nino appears in the kitchen when Ohno is emptying the community dishwasher. Nino has a plastic bag in hand, inside of which is a pastry box. Inside the pastry box is an assortment of tiny cakes.
Nino sets the bag on the counter and peels it back from the box, then nimbly destroys the box's sides to open it up and display the jewel-like confections, each one of them perfectly glazed and topped with either fruits or shaved chocolate.
He glances to his left and finds Ohno staring raptly.
"Oh," Nino says with fake surprise. "Did you want some?"
Ohno shakes the water off his hands and comes near, peering into the box. The subtle, but tangy bite of his cologne fills Nino's nose. Nino takes a moment to gaze at the fine hairs at the nape of Ohno's neck. "They're beautiful," Ohno says adoringly. "Are they for..." He looks hopefully at Nino. "Everyone?"
Nino hums, as if considering. "They could be..." He slides the box over the tiled kitchen counter, towards Ohno. "Just for you. To share with Aiba-kun, if you want. If..." Then he tugs the box back his direction, just a smidge. "You go on a date with me."
Ohno does the blinking thing again, like spots are in his vision, while his mind catches up with what's been said. His lips push into a very kissable pout. Then: "Tonight?"
Nino's smile grows wider. Wolfish. "Tonight."
--
The date is just a means to an end, of course. Ohno gets off work a few hours before Nino, and Nino wanders around his department for a while rearranging things on people's desks for the fun of it before Higashiyama sends him home. He can't wait to see Jun's apoplectic face in the morning.
But more importantly: the date. Nino is actually not wearing his most terrible suit today. In fact, he chose his best dress shirt, which is a warm mustard yellow. He slings his suit jacket over his arm and loosens his tie as he strolls down the street, whistling merrily. It's nearly eight, so he's right on time.
The bar he's chosen is one of the fancier ones in downtown Shinjuku, eight floors up with an elevator that makes you feel like you're standing still while everything else shifts around you. The doors open to reveal a low-lit space, the lighting the type that glows instead of glares. There are tables, but Ohno is waiting at the bar, already nursing something bubbly and clear.
Nino slinks up to him and slides his hand down Ohno's spine before he sits down. Ohno turns his head lazily, and his cheeks are already warm from drink.
"Got started without me?" Nino grins, leaning rakishly against the bar. He holds up a finger to the bartender and orders himself a highball.
"You took a long time," Ohno says sulkily. "I was bored."
Nino clucks his tongue and crosses his legs. "You were waiting for me to entertain you, eh?"
"I didn't say that."
"Of course not."
Ohno squints at him. Nino just grins wider.
"Can I call you Satoshi?" Nino says, his body half curved around Ohno. "Or maybe... Ohchan?"
Ohno's cheeks turn even pinker, but Nino catches the flicker of a smile before Ohno manages to subdue it. "Then what would I call you?"
"Kazunari," Nino offers gallantly.
This time, Ohno definitely chortles. Nino reaches in to pinch him gently under the ribs. "Hey. Have you already had too much to drink?"
Ohno shakes his head, his grin widening. "Kazunari."
It's a wild sort of thrill, to hear his name like that. He likes the sound of it coming out of Ohno's mouth.
Nino drinks his way through a couple more highballs, sneaks half of Ohno's drinks so he doesn't get more drunk and thus impossible to seduce, and partway through, sneaks his hand into Ohno's lap, resting it high on the inside of Ohno's thigh.
By the time they leave the bar, neither one of them is walking entirely straight. Nino gets a cab even though he hates paying for cabs, because taking them both home on the train means he can't keep groping Ohno. He just has to suck it up this once. They tumble from the cab up to the front of Nino's apartment building, and Nino draws them both inside.
--
Nino's apartment isn't messy. It's orderly, with a lot of white upholstery and several televisions, most of which are visible from the entryway. There are even a number of plants that occupy the corners and the end tables to make things feel a little less barren.
The second they're in the door, Nino pushes Ohno up against the wall. "Satoshi," he murmurs, the word slippery and pleasant in his mouth. He leans against Ohno, hip to ribs, and nudges his knee between Ohno's to be rewarded with a slight jerk of Ohno's hips against him. "Yes. Yes, that's good."
Ohno's fingers sink into his hair. His face is slack, cheeks rosy, and Nino has been wanting to kiss him for days, so he does it. They're not even past the genkan. Ohno's mouth tastes like the bitter spark of vodka, and he's warm and enthusiastic, his chin lifting, his throat humming.
Nino steps back, but only because they're wearing a lot of clothes, and that is a problem. He starts to grapple with his tie, and Ohno stumbles towards him until they're both farther inside, hastily unbuttoning buttons, Nino grabbing at any new skin Ohno shows him and generally being a menace because he's hindering himself from making any progress, not to mention Ohno.
"Bedroom," Nino says. Or really, it's more like a breath than a word. Ohno nods, going for Nino's belt buckle. Nino nearly trips over Ohno's foot.
They're a mess. Nino starts giggling. Ohno starts grinning.
The buckle clinks as Ohno gets it undone, and Nino drags him in by the hips. Ohno moves forward too forcefully and Nino wheels back several steps into the wall, and they kiss, lips hard against lips, Ohno's breath hot little puffs on Nino's cheek. They're both hard, pushing against each other through half-opened pants. Nino pulls them to the left and they somehow make it into the bedroom.
With one good shove, Nino has Ohno down on the bed. Ohno bounces, then wriggles backward until he's in one lazy sprawl, his shirt open, the flush of alcohol on his chest, his pants unzipped, everything about him making Nino's blood hot. Nino crawls on top, slowly, predatorily, which is both made easier and harder because he's somewhere past tipsy, and then he lets his hips drop against Ohno and gives a slow, purposeful roll.
Ohno gasps through parted lips that are far too tempting for Nino to leave alone. He descends, hungry, ready to take all of Ohno apart.
He starts with greedy, nipping kisses against Ohno's mouth, and when Ohno starts to whine he moves lower, biting along Ohno's jaw, licking long swipes down Ohno's neck. He drags his stubby nails over Ohno's flat chest and, in a short detour, bite at Ohno's left nipple, which makes him jerk. "Kazunari."
Cute, he's still into it. Nino smirks against his chest. "Satoshi."
When he comes to Ohno's pants, he jerks them down. Ohno has on a pair of dark gray boxer briefs, but they're not too dark for Nino to see the outline of his cock or the dark patch at the tip of it. Very satisfied, he wraps his mouth around stretchy cotton and sucks.
The sound Ohno makes is thoroughly pornographic and goes right to Nino's dick. He hurries to pull down the elastic of Ohno's underwear and attacks anew, with much more tongue than teeth, and doesn't even try to drag it out. He wants Ohno to come before he fucks him.
Ohno rolls under him, and his hands find Nino's hair, pulling in a way that causes sharp prickles of hurt to Nino's scalp. Nino doesn't move, won't be pulled away. He hollows his cheeks, dips his tongue into the slit of Ohno's cock, and does not let up until Ohno's whole body gives a convulsive shudder and he almost thrusts his way down Nino's throat.
Nino lets Ohno's cock slip from his tongue. He'd swallowed most of it, but there's a glaze of taste on his lips and Ohno's cock still looks juicy, so he gives it an affectionate kiss before he pulls away. Ohno, dazed far more than usual, hardly moves. Nino watches the rise and fall of his chest and appreciates how thoroughly disheveled he looks. His pants aren't even more than halfway down his thighs.
Well, Nino is going to fix that now. He tugs Ohno's pants and underwear right off his unresisting body and then goes to get the lube, because he's not waiting anymore. Ohno is blinking himself back into his body when Nino crawls back on the bed. His sleepy eyes take in Nino, who is in the middle of rolling on a condom, and then he does a delicious wriggle that manages to make him look both shy and inviting at once. "Oh," he says.
"Yes," Nino says with some amusement. "Oh. My turn, now."
Ohno pulls both his legs onto the bed, heels apart, knees tilting outward. It's very good access. Nino moves in between, putting his hand low on the underside of Ohno's thigh. Ohno's skin is rosy down here, too, and Nino wants to put his mouth to it, leave bite marks on the backs of his legs, but he's waited too long as it is.
He drips some cold lube on his fingers and rubs it together, not taking his eyes off Ohno the whole time. Then he leans in, tickles one digit beneath Ohno's balls, and pushes.
"Huh," Nino says. "You're tight."
Ohno's eyes have fallen closed and his mouth open. A breath gusts out of him as Nino curls his finger. "What, are you surprised?"
"Yes," Nino says, only to get a socked heel to the shoulder as Ohno sulks at him.
"Stay in character."
"Screw character." Nino adds another finger.
"It was your idea in the first place!" Ohno whines, his attention much more taken with what Nino is doing between his legs than with the actual argument, which is why Nino doesn't take it seriously.
"It's been two weeks," Nino says. "I think that's long enough. And I'm done waiting."
And he moves himself close, his knees denting the covers, to line up and press inside. Slowly, inexorably, the heat envelops him, Ohno's body velvety warm and welcoming, the groan on his lips intoxicating. It's a smooth slide until Nino is completely hilted. "Fuck," he whispers, his brain fizzing. "You're really tight."
"Yeah," Ohno whispers back, his throat bobbing as he swallows. His fingers scrunch into Nino's shoulders, clingy and sweet. "Hurry up."
Nino doesn't need to be told twice. He rolls his hips back and begins a steady, if slightly wild rhythm, letting the alcohol set his pace. He's not careful. He trusts Ohno's body to be able to handle it, trusts Ohno to say something if he needs to, but Ohno only moans, casting his head back, the collar of his shirt rumpled, his hair in sweaty disarray. He hasn't gotten hard again but neither of them mind; Nino reaches between them and rubs his palm over Ohno's sticky cock, and Ohno hisses, clinging harder.
Then Nino grabs him, pulling, twisting them over in a tumble of limbs until Ohno is on top wearing only his gray socks and a dress shirt that's barely hanging onto his shoulders. Nino kind of wished they'd left on the tie but it's too late for that now. Ohno, who has some sort of magic shock to the thrust of his hips, starts to bounce on top of him and Nino, who has never been quiet during sex, wails and chokes on how good it feels. His fingers will probably leave bruises on Ohno's thighs tomorrow. "Ah, fuck--so good, Ohchan."
"Finally," Ohno says, way too red in the cheeks for it to be anything other than alcohol flush. Nino probably looks just as glassy-eyed. They stare at each other, gasping breaths, their lungs rattling as the bed thumps merrily. Nino digs his heels into the mattress and thrusts up, only to be rewarded with Ohno's head falling back.
Ohno's hard again, his erection weeping and bouncing in an off rhythm to their sex. Nino fists at it, gives it three solid pumps before he falters. There are stars being born in his stomach, there's light flashing behind his eyes. He gasps out one, quivery moan and shudders, his hand squeezing Ohno in some instinctive grab that makes Ohno cry out, his body curling tight around Nino's cock.
Nino is still shuddering in tiny, pleasant aftershocks when Ohno slouches over him, breathing hard. After another moment, he lifts his hips, and Nino slides out of him with a disgustingly wet sound. He doesn't want to bother with the condom, so he leaves it alone for the moment, just remembering how to breathe. Ohno flops next to him.
"What's the point in roleplaying strangers if you're just gonna fuck it up in the middle of the sex?" he whines, pulling at one of their pillows.
"I didn't fuck it up. I did it very well," Nino says, thoroughly satisfied.
Ohno snorts, cuddling around the pillow like it's a teddy bear. He looks adorably ridiculous in his ravished state of undress. Nino reaches out and draws his finger over the curve of Ohno's ear, then taps at his lips.
"You were driving me nuts," Nino says fondly. "I couldn't touch you for way too long. I'm amazed I lasted at all."
Ohno blinks drowsily. "Matsumoto-san really didn't figure it out?"
"No," Nino says with some smugness. "He was too worried I was going to get carded as a sexual harasser."
Ohno chortles. "You didn't grab my ass even once. I think you were reserved."
"Do you?" Nino takes it as a compliment and feels even more smug. "I could do it tomorrow just to see how that would go."
"I don’t think Matsumoto-san will like that."
"It'll probably give him a few gray hairs," Nino agrees, rolling on his back to gaze at the ceiling. He's too pleasantly buzzed to get under the covers.
"He is hot, though," Ohno admits. "You were right."
"Mmm," Nino agrees. "I knew he was your type."
They go quiet for a few, comfortable minutes, and then Ohno slowly stretches. "It was weird to pretend I didn't know you."
Nino reaches out, sliding his fingers into Ohno's relaxed palm. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. I kept thinking I'd mess up."
"You almost did," Nino reminds him. "When I told you to call me Kazunari at the bar."
Ohno turns whiny, fast. "I'd been waiting an hour! Of course I was gonna drink."
"Okay, okay, I know," Nino says, laughing silently. A pouty Ohno is an adorable Ohno.
Ohno huffs. Then: "Also, Nino," he says, and Nino can tell immediately he's changing the subject. He lifts his head and turns to look at the ridiculous tower of office supplies Nino has been growing in the corner of their bedroom. Every missing stapler, pen, and pair of scissors is awkwardly stacked there, turning Nino's very cozy bedroom into a dragon's den of office goods. All proudly stolen from their department as the perfect excuse to need Ohno Satoshi's attention. "Can we finally take all that back?"
"Hmmm." Nino makes a show of considering, sliding closer to Ohno on the mattress as he does. "I don't know. Maybe I'll need another excuse to talk to you tomorrow."
"Try the sweets again," Ohno says, petulantly demanding. "The sweets were good."
--
The next day Nino finds Ohno in the break room with Aiba, who has decided to be on break, too, despite the fact that he is a mailman and not, you know, an employee. They're talking animatedly about the raspberry creme filling in the chocolate cake, so that's a hit, apparently.
"We should do this every day," Aiba says cheerily, popping another bite in his mouth.
Ohno nods enthusiastically, his mouth already full.
Nino saunters up to them, sits in the chair next to Ohno, and grabs his ass under the table. Ohno swats at him idly, not even fazed. Nino wonders just how long it's going to take Jun to figure it out. Maybe by the end of the day if Nino really goes all out.
"So," Nino says breezily. "If I join the sweets club, do I get a bite?"
rinji_chan1From: :3.
Title: Hello, I Don’t Know You
Pairing/Focus: Ohmiya
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 7000
Warnings: None
Summary: Nino’s office has a cute new receptionist, and Nino’s determined to get his attention.
Notes: Hello Rinji, and thank you for the prompt! I hope this makes you happy. I ended up having a lot of fun with office shenanigans. My great love and appreciation to F and R for their speedy, spot-on beta. And to Ninomod: congratulations on year ten, and thank you for every opportunity you’ve given us.
As everyone who works a 9 to 5 knows, Monday morning is the worst morning. Nino feels that in triplicate because he inevitably stays up too late Sunday night playing PazuDora, slipping into unconsciousness at 4AM after a last drink of water that he sets at his bedside. He wakes up gummy with sleep that he has to rub out of his eyes and just manages to get himself some toast and comb his hair before he moseys out the door with a yawn.
He has a good feeling about today, though.
"Morning." Jun, with hair impeccably styled and suit looking like it came out of an Armani shop instead of a general bargain warehouse, adjusts his collar as he comes to stand next to Nino by the elevator. In a company of so many people, Nino has no idea how he inevitably runs into Jun by the elevator nearly every morning.
"How much did you pay for that?" Nino says, eyeing Jun's gaudily-colored tie.
Jun regards him archly. "How much did you pay for that?" he returns, looking Nino's ill-fitting brown suit up and down.
Nino winks. "As if you can't guess."
The elevator dings, and Jun snorts they both step inside the sleek silver box. "No more than five thousand yen, I'd wager."
"Amazing," Nino congratulates him. "Four thousand nine hundred ninety five. Not counting the shoes."
Jun rolls his eyes expressively and whacks the button for their floor, ringing it with orange light, then leans insouciantly against the elevator wall.
The elevator jostles under them, and gravity tugs at Nino's stomach. He feeds his hands into his pockets and rocks forward onto the balls of his feet. The walls are murkily reflective and the overhead lightning is terrible, but there's something about it he likes. It's like a portal or a passageway to a different dimension, a kind of ritual he goes through every morning.
Nino's good feeling amplifies when the elevator door swishes open to release them onto their floor. The lobby, with its modern couches and tiny, fake plants, is the same as it is every morning, but for one major difference: someone new is sitting behind the welcome desk.
"Did anyone mention the new receptionist was starting today?" Nino asks Jun as an aside.
Toma has been with them several years, but now he's being deployed to Publicity since it needs more experienced hands. Nino has had a few conversations with Toma by the water cooler about it. Ever since Sho moved up in the ranks over there, things have been churning faster and faster. But for the moment here in Development there are two heads behind the desk, and Nino takes in this new person with lingering attention.
He's sweet-faced, eyes sleepier than Nino feels, his hair swept up and off his face in a way that means he actually probably styled it. His cheeks look like apples that Nino immediately wants to press his palms to. The new guy looks up and blinks owlishly, and Nino realizes Jun has already moved up to the desk and is extending his hand.
"Hey!" Nino protests.
"Welcome to the team," says Jun, irritatingly the very definition of the word smooth. "I'm Matsumoto Jun. Is Toma-kun taking good care of you?"
Nino jostles his way up alongside Jun just as the newcomer says, "Oh." He looks confused for a moment, then lights up with a smile that is, Nino thinks, an absolute attack. Also, that should be directed at him instead. "Hello. I'm Ohno Satoshi." He takes Jun's hand over the counter, and they shake, though Ohno bows over their hands with ingrained politeness. "Toma-san has been very kind."
"Tell it like it is, Satoshi-kun," Toma quips, dropping another stack of papers next to Ohno with a whump. "I'm putting you through the ringer. They need all of these copied and stapled, to room 403."
"Ah," says Ohno, looking for a long moment at the stack. Then he says, "All of them?"
Toma bites down on an amused smile.
"I could help show you how to work the copier," Nino interjects, and also extends his hand, since it's not like Jun created the friendly American handshake. He grins slowly. "I'm Ninomiya. Kazunari."
Their eyes meet, and there isn't even a lick of interest in Ohno's expression. Instead he looks like he's phoning in from Mars. Strangely, that makes Nino's blood heat in a pleasant way. Ohno shakes Nino's hand with the same polite extra bow, his fingers whispering against Nino's palm when he draws away. "Ninomiya-san." He smiles uncertainly. "Toma-san has already showed me how to use the copier."
"Already?" Nino says, feeling his brows jump. It's first thing Monday morning!
"There's been a lot of copying," Toma says wryly. Then turns to Ohno. "Chop chop."
"And I'm sure he's perfectly capable on his own," Jun tells Nino with an arched brow. "And we have a meeting."
They do have a meeting, which is not something Nino hates, but then he doesn't hate anything he does at work, since it's what pays the bills. It's just that meetings take a lot of time, people talk a lot but make no decisions, and Nino generally doesn't have anything to do but twist his chair back and forth. The biggest bummer is that he can't sneak his phone under the table to play more PazuDora. He stares out the window instead, thinking of the warmth of Ohno Satoshi's hand, the sweet quizzical tilt of his brows, and whether or not Nino can turn that space-cadet expression into one more potent. It feels like a challenge.
--
Later, in his office, he works on a plan. A few plans, in fact, because just one isn't going to cut it, not with Jun being Mr. Suave Gentleman. Nino has to get in there first and make an impression big enough that all Jun's innate charm is rendered ineffective. That's a tall order.
But Nino likes challenges, and nothing on his desk right now is a challenge, so.
He sticks his pencil in his mouth sideways and loops his hands behind his head, pondering. What would get Ohno's attention?
There's a knock on the door and Jun pops his head in. "Did you get ahold of those reports I asked about?"
Nino juts his chin at the file folder near the corner of his desk closest to the door. There's a bright purple Post-It on top that says Jun-pon. Jun scowls when he sees it but scoops the file up anyway, then pauses. "What's with you?"
"Hn?" Nino swings his chair around to face Jun properly.
"You're not playing some game." Jun cocks his hip in that way he does, eyeing Nino through his excessively long lashes. Nino swears he must get extensions. Those are not man lashes. "Frankly, I don't think I've ever actually seen you do any work, yet it's always done somehow. How the hell do you manage?"
Nino grins around his pencil, then tugs it from his mouth. He's not unaware of his reputation for being some sort of lazy genius, and it delights him that this has reached Jun, who Nino has never seen not working. "I'm not sure you're ready for that information, Matsumoto."
Jun's lips tick up. "Sold your soul to the devil, then," he says. "Got it." He grins on his way out the door.
Well, he's not wrong.
--
Nino finds Ohno in the lobby later that afternoon, which is plan number one: show up anywhere and everywhere possible. There isn't a good reason for Nino to be in the lobby, but he could potentially be greeting a guest, which is what he'll say if he has to make something up, but his guess is that Ohno probably isn't going to bother asking. He just has that air about him.
Ohno is watering plants with a tiny watering can, which is blue and has a large daisy impression on the side. Nino, hands in his pockets, saunters closer. "You know those plants are fake, right?"
Ohno stops and lifts the can, and the twinkling sound of water ceases. "No?"
Nino nods. "They've been here since I started with the company."
Ohno tilts his head, his gaze going momentarily hazy as his lips push into a thoughtful pout, and wow, yeah, Nino definitely wants to kiss him. "No, I mean, they're real plants." He tugs on one of the leaves, causing the whole plant to rustle plantishly. "See?"
There are brown, curled edges on the leaf. Proof of life. Or maybe proof of impending death, saved only by Ohno and his little blue watering can.
Nino can't quite believe what he's seeing, and a little, betrayed noise falls from his mouth as he grasps for the still-attached-to-the-plant leaf. It's undeniably real. "I've never seen a single person water them! How could they be alive?"
Ohno shrugs, a slow roll of his shoulder, steady like an ocean wave. "Do you spend a lot of your time in the reception area?" He smiles, and Nino's body heats up, because Ohno is onto him, knows why he's showed up in the lobby at this particular moment, is flirting.
Encouraged, he lets his voice drop a suggestive note. "No, but I'm starting to think I should."
"Hm," Ohno muses. "Then I'll put out some more magazines."
And he turns around to water the next plant.
--
It's not like Nino has no charm, like it's some sort of zero sum game with Jun. It's just that he hasn't had to use it in a long time, and he's rusty at doing it on purpose. Sitting back at his desk, chin plunked on his hand, he can admit to himself that that was an atrocious pick up line.
He sulkily plays darts for a while with his pencils, considering what to do the next time he goes to find Ohno.
In reality he's better at being the friends-before-you-know-it type instead of the sexy-and-successful type, and it's not even because of his terrible taste in suits. It's more that flirting, up until now, has been fun because it doesn't matter. There's no winning out of it, not when it comes to the girls in the Publicity department that Nino winks at whenever he goes to bother Sho. They're all die hard Sho fans anyway, (really, who isn't,) but they like to smile at Nino and he likes to smile back.
Ohno's different, though. Nino wants a conquest. Nino wants to charm the socks off him and spirit him away for a night of drinks followed by a good, hard fuck on a soft surface, preferably a bed, but a couch would be more than acceptable. A table, if there's nothing better. Which would mean cajoling a night out of Ohno.
He could straight up ask Ohno out, but that would be boring, and he's pretty sure Ohno would say no.
Then Nino starts to smile.
He could also not ask.
--
"Ninomiya-san." Toma glances up from his computer. Nino is like, half convinced Toma watches porn when he doesn't have anything else to do, but he looks as professional as ever in his crisp dress shirt and Jun-approved matching tie. (The only way Nino gets away with his attire is that he's become immune to Jun's judgmental stink eye of doom.) "Did you need something?"
Ohno, several steps away, looks up from the filing cabinet, as if curious whether he needs to help, though somehow managing at the same time to look like maybe he doesn't want to. He's just as delicious as he was earlier, though with the added bonus of rolled up sleeves and a fine film of sweat at his temples thanks to no one turning on the air conditioning today.
"Nah," Nino says to Toma, and nods at Ohno instead. Toma looks confused for a moment, his eyes sliding to watch as Nino approaches that end of the desk. "Do you have any plans for tonight?" Nino asks, leaning heavily on the counter, folding his fingers together and settling in.
"Me?" Ohno says, looking startled. He blinks several times more than he needs to. It's charming.
Nino nods affirmatively. "You."
Ohno looks at his watch uncertainly, like he thinks it might be quitting time already. It isn't. Reception has a couple more hours, and Nino has, technically, many hours after that, because he can't go home until Higashiyama does (or until he sneaks out, whichever comes first,) but all of this is irrelevant. Ohno wets his lips (Nino follows the motion with his eyes, watching the pink flash of tongue and the shine left in its wake) and tilts his head. "I'll be going home after."
Nino makes the appropriate sound of interest, smiling at him. "No girlfriend to see?"
Ohno puffs a disbelieving laugh. Toma clears his throat, but Nino ignores him. "No," says Ohno, looking a little more bashful, which, ugh, adorable.
Nino taps the countertop with restless fingers that he really wants to be putting on Ohno's ass right now. The smile on his face continues unabated. "I see. Well, maybe you will soon, since I know girls find the sleeves half-rolled up thing incredibly sexy." Nino does, too. Ohno has an attractive amount of definition in his forearms.
"Um, Ninomiya-san--" comes Toma's voice.
"You should try it, Toma-kun," Nino says, angling his attention onto Toma, whose eyes are suddenly very round.
"I uh, have a girlfriend, though," Toma says.
"I know," Nino says, feeling very pleased with himself as he walks away, leaving a very confused, and hopefully somewhat more intrigued Ohno in his wake.
--
Plan two is a more covert operation. It starts on that first day and Nino implements it over the course of several more.
This is plan Liberate the Office Supplies.
Toma is going to be gone after Friday--well, if moving up three floors is 'gone'--so Nino spaces out his acquisition. He starts early on the ballpoint pens, because there's an army's worth of them on their floor and rooting them all out takes several days. Each time he's in a new conference room or visiting someone's office, he liberates at least two.
The whiteboard markers he starts on Wednesday, and staplers he saves until Thursday. There's no way he'll ever be able to cart off all the printer paper so he doesn't bother. He knows it's working when, on Friday, he overhears someone complaining about only being able to find the markers that don't write properly.
--
Friday morning, Jun knocks on Nino's door again. Nino doesn't have any reports for him, which means Nino doesn't know what to expect when Jun slides himself into the chair on the other side of Nino's desk and says, "Are you trying to get yourself in trouble?"
Nino is like, ninety nine percent sure no one knows it's him stealing the supplies, so he says, with some surprise, "Huh?"
"Toma-kun seems concerned about the..." He pauses, searching for a word before he decides on: "attention you've been giving our new receptionist."
Nino feels himself relax. He should probably have expected this. That's what you get when you flirt with a guy in front of other people in an office, after all. "Are you worried, Jun-pon?"
Jun runs a hand over his face to try to hide the fact that he's smiling. That nickname always works. "Nino."
"Yes?" Nino lets the word draw out with a slow curl: Yeees?
"Okay," Jun says, the veneer of his work-centric self stripped back enough now that Nino can see his friend instead of the insufferable perfectionist Jun wears around like a warrior holding a shield. "Yes, I am. Can you tell me you're not being dumb about this?"
Since Jun is being sincere, Nino responds in kind. "Yes, Jun-kun. I promise."
Jun frowns, like he thought this conversation was going to go a different way and still isn't sure that it hasn't. "Good. I don't want to lose you to a sexual harassment claim."
"I'll be good," Nino says.
He just never tells Jun what 'good' means.
--
The next Monday rolls around. Nino has made himself the direct opposite of scarce, showing up when he's least expected. The only place sacred is the bathroom, though Nino is considering it. ("When do you work?" Jun asks peevishly at one point when Nino is lying in wait, leaning against the wall in a random hallway.)
Nino's phone rings just after eleven, and when he picks up and says hello, there's an awkward moment of silence before Ohno seems to realize they're already talking even though he's the one that called. "Ah--Ninomiya-san?" he says, and the corners of Nino's lips twitch. "Your 11:15 is here. You'll be in meeting room 6."
"I'll be right there."
Nino gives himself a brief glance in the mirror he's hung in his office on his way out, just to make sure none of his hair is sticking up. Ohno is already in the meeting room setting out a coffee for Ishihara-san when Nino saunters in, hands out of his pockets for once. It's a big room for a small meeting, and they're at the far end, so Nino has a bit of extra distance to saunter.
"Ohno-kun, can you bring me a coffee, too?" Nino says once he reaches them, setting a hand on Ohno's unfortunately fully covered arm. "And then I'll need the screen set up for presenting."
Ohno freezes briefly, then glances warily at the screen.
"Toma-kun did tell you how to manage the technology, didn't he?" Nino asks innocently, keeping his amusement bottled up.
Ohno pastes a smile on that Nino can read as one hundred percent fake. "Yes, of course he did. I'll be right back," he says in a strangely enthusiastic voice, definitely also fake. He beats a hasty retreat out of the room, presumably to get Nino his coffee before banging his head against the ports and connections that are required to hook up Ishihara-san's computer.
Meanwhile, Nino focuses his attention on his extremely cute guest. He's only spoken to her in email before now, and her wealth of black hair, wide, coquettish eyes, and--well, to understate it, her nice lips are all very hard to look away from. It's a nice surprise. "Welcome to the office," Nino says.
He doesn't flirt, of course. But he appreciates.
Ishihara-san has a fluttery kind of poise and an open demeanor that makes her easy to talk to, and she sips her coffee daintily like Nino imagines they do in the classy corners of England. They make some small talk until Ohno finally comes back with Nino's mug and a handful of extra wires, at least three of which Nino already knows are unnecessary.
"It'll be just a moment," Nino informs Ishihara-san, and settles back to watch Ohno.
Ohno sticks his tongue out as he examines all the wire ends and also all the ports on Ishihara-san's computer, his focus searingly intense in the way of an artist contemplating a canvas. Nino briefly imagines Ohno, his hands splattered with paint, a smudge over his forehead. The image is charming.
Ohno turns to glance over his shoulder at the screen, which is still blank. His forehead crinkles with grumpy irritation.
"Do you think he's okay?" whispers Ishihara-san, loud enough that all of them can hear her.
Nino grins and pulls himself out of his seat, moving to stand beside Ohno. "This one," he says, his voice low. He lets his hand wander over Ohno's, skin sliding against skin as he tugs one of the wires Ohno is holding. Then he taps the right port. "In here."
To Ishihara-san, it probably looks like a gentle sort of instruction, a way of being low-key so as not to embarrass the staff in front of the guest. Nino is aware of her, but only as someone in the background. To him, it's just Ohno, just the two of them, standing very, very close, like they're sharing a secret. Ohno glances up, his lips parted in surprise, and he blinks three times before Nino sees the clear brown of his irises.
Then Nino steps back and Ohno seems to wake up. A moment later, he plugs in the right wire, and Ishihara-san's computer desktop appears on the wall. She claps delightedly. "You did it!" she cheers, and Ohno grins bashfully before backing out of the room, dragging all the wires in his wake, his gaze caught up in Nino's until he closes the door.
--
Nino approaches the desk on Tuesday, leaning against it with careless nonchalance. Ohno looks up. "Can I help you?"
Nino, used to seeing glassy vagueness in Ohno's eyes, is encouraged by the way Ohno's gaze skates over his face, as if mapping the details, and the fact that Ohno is smiling. "We're out of whiteboard markers," Nino tells him cheerfully.
There is a pause. Down the hall, Nino hears someone articulating a sales pitch that will probably never come to fruition. Then Ohno's expression goes from open to dark and grouchy, his slender brows drawing close together like a warning. "Oh?"
Before Nino can open his mouth again, the elevator dings and expels the most inhumanly cheerful mail carrier he's ever met. "O~hno-s~an! I have some presents for you!"
Nino continues his comfortable lean. He doesn't see any particular reason to look professional, particularly in front of Aiba.
"Aiba-san!" Ohno says, perking up like a dog spotting a treat. Convenient. The idea of having to order supplies seems to have slipped from his mind like water through a sieve.
And oho. Isn't that interesting? Nino observes as Aiba drops his mail bag with a resounding thump and fairly bounces up to the counter. He was just on an elevator, it wasn't like he came up the stairs, but he sounds out of breath anyway. Aiba gives the impression that he's constantly in a rush, everywhere, like he'll never catch up to himself.
"Presents?" Ohno stands out of his seat and peeks over the counter, just in case said presents are on the floor.
"No, silly, I meant the mail," Aiba says with a self-conscious laugh.
"Oh," Ohno says with a note of disappointment, falling back into his chair so that it creaks. Now he looks like a dog that did not get his treat. "I thought maybe you'd brought some sweets, or something."
This time it's Aiba whose face lights up. "Ohno-san you like sweets too?" He practically climbs over the counter with his enthusiasm. "Have you tried the roll cakes up the street at the Four-Leaf Bakery?"
Oh, God, they're feeding into each other, like an airheaded ping pong match. Nino bites his lip to clamp down on his laugh, and stares. It's too fascinating to look away.
"Yes!" Ohno says, his face more animated than Nino had ever expected, and Nino realizes he's just found plan three.
But he's still working on plan two, so he waits for Aiba to actually deliver the goddamn mail (he actually has to interject: "Aiba-kun, did you come to talk about sugar or was there something else?" and watches Aiba flail about in his bag, spilling half of it on the floor).
Then he returns to Ohno with a satisfied smirk. "Markers. And a few other things, actually."
Ohno huffs. "Okay," he says, getting out a pad of paper and, Nino notices with a wry smile, a pen that takes him some extra time to find. "What do we need?"
Nino steeples his fingers.
His list is very, very long.
Ohno probably doesn't appreciate plan two, and maybe it's two steps forward and one step back for Nino, but Nino gets both amusement and extra time talking to Ohno out of it, so he calls it a win.
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On Wednesday, Jun corners him again in his office. "Nino."
"Jun?" Nino says with a lifted eyebrow.
"You aren't being subtle," says Jun.
"I wasn't really trying to be."
Jun runs his hands through his hair and looks like he's about three seconds from wrapping those hands around Nino's neck. "You promised you'd be careful!"
"Relax, relax. Do you need some tea? I hid some of your fancy stuff in the top left cabinet in the kitchen, behind the box of spare plastic forks. You know, for emergencies."
Jun's look is flat. "So that's where that went."
"I just didn't want you to run out," Nino says, going the way of devious thoughtfulness.
"I don't need tea," Jun snaps, and then pauses. "Well okay, actually, tea would be good, but the point is that you're being reckless and Ohno-kun is going to report you if you don't stop."
"Do you trust me, Jun-pon?" Nino says quite seriously.
Jun presses his lips together like he wants to say no. His arms cross. His foot taps. He stares at Nino. Then he lets out an explosive sigh. "Do you have the report for me?"
Nino points. It's on the corner of his desk.
"When do you get all this shit done?!" Jun growls, snatching the report and marching out.
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Plan three goes over much better than plan two. Nino appears in the kitchen when Ohno is emptying the community dishwasher. Nino has a plastic bag in hand, inside of which is a pastry box. Inside the pastry box is an assortment of tiny cakes.
Nino sets the bag on the counter and peels it back from the box, then nimbly destroys the box's sides to open it up and display the jewel-like confections, each one of them perfectly glazed and topped with either fruits or shaved chocolate.
He glances to his left and finds Ohno staring raptly.
"Oh," Nino says with fake surprise. "Did you want some?"
Ohno shakes the water off his hands and comes near, peering into the box. The subtle, but tangy bite of his cologne fills Nino's nose. Nino takes a moment to gaze at the fine hairs at the nape of Ohno's neck. "They're beautiful," Ohno says adoringly. "Are they for..." He looks hopefully at Nino. "Everyone?"
Nino hums, as if considering. "They could be..." He slides the box over the tiled kitchen counter, towards Ohno. "Just for you. To share with Aiba-kun, if you want. If..." Then he tugs the box back his direction, just a smidge. "You go on a date with me."
Ohno does the blinking thing again, like spots are in his vision, while his mind catches up with what's been said. His lips push into a very kissable pout. Then: "Tonight?"
Nino's smile grows wider. Wolfish. "Tonight."
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The date is just a means to an end, of course. Ohno gets off work a few hours before Nino, and Nino wanders around his department for a while rearranging things on people's desks for the fun of it before Higashiyama sends him home. He can't wait to see Jun's apoplectic face in the morning.
But more importantly: the date. Nino is actually not wearing his most terrible suit today. In fact, he chose his best dress shirt, which is a warm mustard yellow. He slings his suit jacket over his arm and loosens his tie as he strolls down the street, whistling merrily. It's nearly eight, so he's right on time.
The bar he's chosen is one of the fancier ones in downtown Shinjuku, eight floors up with an elevator that makes you feel like you're standing still while everything else shifts around you. The doors open to reveal a low-lit space, the lighting the type that glows instead of glares. There are tables, but Ohno is waiting at the bar, already nursing something bubbly and clear.
Nino slinks up to him and slides his hand down Ohno's spine before he sits down. Ohno turns his head lazily, and his cheeks are already warm from drink.
"Got started without me?" Nino grins, leaning rakishly against the bar. He holds up a finger to the bartender and orders himself a highball.
"You took a long time," Ohno says sulkily. "I was bored."
Nino clucks his tongue and crosses his legs. "You were waiting for me to entertain you, eh?"
"I didn't say that."
"Of course not."
Ohno squints at him. Nino just grins wider.
"Can I call you Satoshi?" Nino says, his body half curved around Ohno. "Or maybe... Ohchan?"
Ohno's cheeks turn even pinker, but Nino catches the flicker of a smile before Ohno manages to subdue it. "Then what would I call you?"
"Kazunari," Nino offers gallantly.
This time, Ohno definitely chortles. Nino reaches in to pinch him gently under the ribs. "Hey. Have you already had too much to drink?"
Ohno shakes his head, his grin widening. "Kazunari."
It's a wild sort of thrill, to hear his name like that. He likes the sound of it coming out of Ohno's mouth.
Nino drinks his way through a couple more highballs, sneaks half of Ohno's drinks so he doesn't get more drunk and thus impossible to seduce, and partway through, sneaks his hand into Ohno's lap, resting it high on the inside of Ohno's thigh.
By the time they leave the bar, neither one of them is walking entirely straight. Nino gets a cab even though he hates paying for cabs, because taking them both home on the train means he can't keep groping Ohno. He just has to suck it up this once. They tumble from the cab up to the front of Nino's apartment building, and Nino draws them both inside.
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Nino's apartment isn't messy. It's orderly, with a lot of white upholstery and several televisions, most of which are visible from the entryway. There are even a number of plants that occupy the corners and the end tables to make things feel a little less barren.
The second they're in the door, Nino pushes Ohno up against the wall. "Satoshi," he murmurs, the word slippery and pleasant in his mouth. He leans against Ohno, hip to ribs, and nudges his knee between Ohno's to be rewarded with a slight jerk of Ohno's hips against him. "Yes. Yes, that's good."
Ohno's fingers sink into his hair. His face is slack, cheeks rosy, and Nino has been wanting to kiss him for days, so he does it. They're not even past the genkan. Ohno's mouth tastes like the bitter spark of vodka, and he's warm and enthusiastic, his chin lifting, his throat humming.
Nino steps back, but only because they're wearing a lot of clothes, and that is a problem. He starts to grapple with his tie, and Ohno stumbles towards him until they're both farther inside, hastily unbuttoning buttons, Nino grabbing at any new skin Ohno shows him and generally being a menace because he's hindering himself from making any progress, not to mention Ohno.
"Bedroom," Nino says. Or really, it's more like a breath than a word. Ohno nods, going for Nino's belt buckle. Nino nearly trips over Ohno's foot.
They're a mess. Nino starts giggling. Ohno starts grinning.
The buckle clinks as Ohno gets it undone, and Nino drags him in by the hips. Ohno moves forward too forcefully and Nino wheels back several steps into the wall, and they kiss, lips hard against lips, Ohno's breath hot little puffs on Nino's cheek. They're both hard, pushing against each other through half-opened pants. Nino pulls them to the left and they somehow make it into the bedroom.
With one good shove, Nino has Ohno down on the bed. Ohno bounces, then wriggles backward until he's in one lazy sprawl, his shirt open, the flush of alcohol on his chest, his pants unzipped, everything about him making Nino's blood hot. Nino crawls on top, slowly, predatorily, which is both made easier and harder because he's somewhere past tipsy, and then he lets his hips drop against Ohno and gives a slow, purposeful roll.
Ohno gasps through parted lips that are far too tempting for Nino to leave alone. He descends, hungry, ready to take all of Ohno apart.
He starts with greedy, nipping kisses against Ohno's mouth, and when Ohno starts to whine he moves lower, biting along Ohno's jaw, licking long swipes down Ohno's neck. He drags his stubby nails over Ohno's flat chest and, in a short detour, bite at Ohno's left nipple, which makes him jerk. "Kazunari."
Cute, he's still into it. Nino smirks against his chest. "Satoshi."
When he comes to Ohno's pants, he jerks them down. Ohno has on a pair of dark gray boxer briefs, but they're not too dark for Nino to see the outline of his cock or the dark patch at the tip of it. Very satisfied, he wraps his mouth around stretchy cotton and sucks.
The sound Ohno makes is thoroughly pornographic and goes right to Nino's dick. He hurries to pull down the elastic of Ohno's underwear and attacks anew, with much more tongue than teeth, and doesn't even try to drag it out. He wants Ohno to come before he fucks him.
Ohno rolls under him, and his hands find Nino's hair, pulling in a way that causes sharp prickles of hurt to Nino's scalp. Nino doesn't move, won't be pulled away. He hollows his cheeks, dips his tongue into the slit of Ohno's cock, and does not let up until Ohno's whole body gives a convulsive shudder and he almost thrusts his way down Nino's throat.
Nino lets Ohno's cock slip from his tongue. He'd swallowed most of it, but there's a glaze of taste on his lips and Ohno's cock still looks juicy, so he gives it an affectionate kiss before he pulls away. Ohno, dazed far more than usual, hardly moves. Nino watches the rise and fall of his chest and appreciates how thoroughly disheveled he looks. His pants aren't even more than halfway down his thighs.
Well, Nino is going to fix that now. He tugs Ohno's pants and underwear right off his unresisting body and then goes to get the lube, because he's not waiting anymore. Ohno is blinking himself back into his body when Nino crawls back on the bed. His sleepy eyes take in Nino, who is in the middle of rolling on a condom, and then he does a delicious wriggle that manages to make him look both shy and inviting at once. "Oh," he says.
"Yes," Nino says with some amusement. "Oh. My turn, now."
Ohno pulls both his legs onto the bed, heels apart, knees tilting outward. It's very good access. Nino moves in between, putting his hand low on the underside of Ohno's thigh. Ohno's skin is rosy down here, too, and Nino wants to put his mouth to it, leave bite marks on the backs of his legs, but he's waited too long as it is.
He drips some cold lube on his fingers and rubs it together, not taking his eyes off Ohno the whole time. Then he leans in, tickles one digit beneath Ohno's balls, and pushes.
"Huh," Nino says. "You're tight."
Ohno's eyes have fallen closed and his mouth open. A breath gusts out of him as Nino curls his finger. "What, are you surprised?"
"Yes," Nino says, only to get a socked heel to the shoulder as Ohno sulks at him.
"Stay in character."
"Screw character." Nino adds another finger.
"It was your idea in the first place!" Ohno whines, his attention much more taken with what Nino is doing between his legs than with the actual argument, which is why Nino doesn't take it seriously.
"It's been two weeks," Nino says. "I think that's long enough. And I'm done waiting."
And he moves himself close, his knees denting the covers, to line up and press inside. Slowly, inexorably, the heat envelops him, Ohno's body velvety warm and welcoming, the groan on his lips intoxicating. It's a smooth slide until Nino is completely hilted. "Fuck," he whispers, his brain fizzing. "You're really tight."
"Yeah," Ohno whispers back, his throat bobbing as he swallows. His fingers scrunch into Nino's shoulders, clingy and sweet. "Hurry up."
Nino doesn't need to be told twice. He rolls his hips back and begins a steady, if slightly wild rhythm, letting the alcohol set his pace. He's not careful. He trusts Ohno's body to be able to handle it, trusts Ohno to say something if he needs to, but Ohno only moans, casting his head back, the collar of his shirt rumpled, his hair in sweaty disarray. He hasn't gotten hard again but neither of them mind; Nino reaches between them and rubs his palm over Ohno's sticky cock, and Ohno hisses, clinging harder.
Then Nino grabs him, pulling, twisting them over in a tumble of limbs until Ohno is on top wearing only his gray socks and a dress shirt that's barely hanging onto his shoulders. Nino kind of wished they'd left on the tie but it's too late for that now. Ohno, who has some sort of magic shock to the thrust of his hips, starts to bounce on top of him and Nino, who has never been quiet during sex, wails and chokes on how good it feels. His fingers will probably leave bruises on Ohno's thighs tomorrow. "Ah, fuck--so good, Ohchan."
"Finally," Ohno says, way too red in the cheeks for it to be anything other than alcohol flush. Nino probably looks just as glassy-eyed. They stare at each other, gasping breaths, their lungs rattling as the bed thumps merrily. Nino digs his heels into the mattress and thrusts up, only to be rewarded with Ohno's head falling back.
Ohno's hard again, his erection weeping and bouncing in an off rhythm to their sex. Nino fists at it, gives it three solid pumps before he falters. There are stars being born in his stomach, there's light flashing behind his eyes. He gasps out one, quivery moan and shudders, his hand squeezing Ohno in some instinctive grab that makes Ohno cry out, his body curling tight around Nino's cock.
Nino is still shuddering in tiny, pleasant aftershocks when Ohno slouches over him, breathing hard. After another moment, he lifts his hips, and Nino slides out of him with a disgustingly wet sound. He doesn't want to bother with the condom, so he leaves it alone for the moment, just remembering how to breathe. Ohno flops next to him.
"What's the point in roleplaying strangers if you're just gonna fuck it up in the middle of the sex?" he whines, pulling at one of their pillows.
"I didn't fuck it up. I did it very well," Nino says, thoroughly satisfied.
Ohno snorts, cuddling around the pillow like it's a teddy bear. He looks adorably ridiculous in his ravished state of undress. Nino reaches out and draws his finger over the curve of Ohno's ear, then taps at his lips.
"You were driving me nuts," Nino says fondly. "I couldn't touch you for way too long. I'm amazed I lasted at all."
Ohno blinks drowsily. "Matsumoto-san really didn't figure it out?"
"No," Nino says with some smugness. "He was too worried I was going to get carded as a sexual harasser."
Ohno chortles. "You didn't grab my ass even once. I think you were reserved."
"Do you?" Nino takes it as a compliment and feels even more smug. "I could do it tomorrow just to see how that would go."
"I don’t think Matsumoto-san will like that."
"It'll probably give him a few gray hairs," Nino agrees, rolling on his back to gaze at the ceiling. He's too pleasantly buzzed to get under the covers.
"He is hot, though," Ohno admits. "You were right."
"Mmm," Nino agrees. "I knew he was your type."
They go quiet for a few, comfortable minutes, and then Ohno slowly stretches. "It was weird to pretend I didn't know you."
Nino reaches out, sliding his fingers into Ohno's relaxed palm. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. I kept thinking I'd mess up."
"You almost did," Nino reminds him. "When I told you to call me Kazunari at the bar."
Ohno turns whiny, fast. "I'd been waiting an hour! Of course I was gonna drink."
"Okay, okay, I know," Nino says, laughing silently. A pouty Ohno is an adorable Ohno.
Ohno huffs. Then: "Also, Nino," he says, and Nino can tell immediately he's changing the subject. He lifts his head and turns to look at the ridiculous tower of office supplies Nino has been growing in the corner of their bedroom. Every missing stapler, pen, and pair of scissors is awkwardly stacked there, turning Nino's very cozy bedroom into a dragon's den of office goods. All proudly stolen from their department as the perfect excuse to need Ohno Satoshi's attention. "Can we finally take all that back?"
"Hmmm." Nino makes a show of considering, sliding closer to Ohno on the mattress as he does. "I don't know. Maybe I'll need another excuse to talk to you tomorrow."
"Try the sweets again," Ohno says, petulantly demanding. "The sweets were good."
--
The next day Nino finds Ohno in the break room with Aiba, who has decided to be on break, too, despite the fact that he is a mailman and not, you know, an employee. They're talking animatedly about the raspberry creme filling in the chocolate cake, so that's a hit, apparently.
"We should do this every day," Aiba says cheerily, popping another bite in his mouth.
Ohno nods enthusiastically, his mouth already full.
Nino saunters up to them, sits in the chair next to Ohno, and grabs his ass under the table. Ohno swats at him idly, not even fazed. Nino wonders just how long it's going to take Jun to figure it out. Maybe by the end of the day if Nino really goes all out.
"So," Nino says breezily. "If I join the sweets club, do I get a bite?"
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Thanks for this!
😊💙💛
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Anyways, my spot! ♡ I'm loving what I'm seeing so far; I'll come back with a proper comment once I finish reading it ( 〃▽〃)
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First of all, I'd like to thank you for writing this fic! It was awesome! I love the fact you combined some my other ideas into the Office AU prompt XD I love that the story's funny, steamy, and cute at the same time. I love Nino's little schemes on trying to gain Ohno's attention, and I do admit you got me at the last part. It was a nice twist ♡
I enjoyed this very much. It made my day. Thank you again ^^
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I had a lot of fun reading it! and I love the idea of ohmiya pretending to be strangers hahaha
Thank you for writing this lovely story dear Anon!!
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