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(a/n FRICK i wanted to finish the yamataro first i mean FACK i wanted to finish my homework firstttt what am i doingggg)

Title: Advantage
Pairing: Ohmiya
Rating: NC-17
Summary: ...and anyway his thoughts derail completely when Nino sneezes, small hands flying up to cover his mouth. Cute, he thinks, too cute.

"Ninomiya-kun," the manager repeats, looking exasperated, "go home."

Nino's sitting like a stubborn camel at the counter in front of the mirrors, arms wrapped around himself and trying to still his own shivers. He's obviously sick, face flushed but grey beneath the eyes. Ohno's heart aches a little for him; he wants to rub away the sweat beading on Nino's forehead, but this isn't the time or place and anyway his thoughts derail completely when Nino sneezes, small hands flying up to cover his mouth. Cute, he thinks, too cute.

The manager glares. Nino glares back.

"It's only a few more hours, I can keep working!" Nino argues, but it seems like even he knows his argument doesn't have much weight. They're shooting for a small part of a show today and only Ohno, Nino and Aiba are here. Sho and Jun are once again amongst the busiest of them.

Ohno leans against the wall, the argument next to him only vaguely touching upon the surface of his mind. He looks up. The ceiling has an interesting texture, all puckered up in some places and smooth in others. He listens in for a minute and frowns. Nino's reasons for staying are growing increasingly more sarcastic.

He sighs and walks over to touch Nino's shoulder. "Nino-chan," he says softly, "go home and rest, okay." Nino's face falls for one second before he composes himself. Then he hunches his shoulders and Ohno knows the exact moment he gives in.

It won't be as fun without Nino here, but a healthy Nino is much better than a sick one. The manager shoots a grateful look at Ohno as Nino packs up. Ohno watches Nino's defeated posture as he leaves, refusing to meet Ohno's eyes. It's expected that Nino would be upset about this; he's kind of silly like that. Cute.

Aiba comes in from the other door, make-up done and hair styled. "Eh, where's Nino?"

"He was sick enough that we sent him home," the manager says, marking something off on the clipboard. "I hope you two don't mind if we focus on just your segments today."

Ohno doesn't mind. There's a remarkably simple plan forming in his mind anyway. "No, but... can we do my filming first? Aiba-chan?"

The manager raises an eyebrow but agrees easily, even though Ohno usually isn't one to make requests about his filming schedule. Aiba shrugs and throw himself on the couch with a manga. Ohno thinks Aiba knows what he's up to; the distracted thumbs-up Aiba throws him is enough to tell.

Three hours later has him standing outside the TV station, breath white in the cold snap of air. Snow glimmers from where it's remained unswept on steps and patches between the sidewalks. He wonders, absentmindedly, whether he could use glitter in the paint to make it look just like this. Ohno stuffs his mittened hands in his pockets and heads to Nino's house.

It's not a surprise that Nino became sick, really. They've been careful with him since the first 24 Hr Terebi, but even though Nino is generally healthy he becomes easily stressed. He keeps on working through his sicknesses because he doesn't want to burden others. All of them have become good at looking out for Nino, who isn't good at looking out for himself.

He gets off the train and thinks of Nino's smile. There's a combini only a few blocks between the station and where Nino lives. Ohno buys flowers and a pack of Dragon Quest trading cards there. The flowers might be a bit of a joke, but the cards are full of love.

Nino's mother is just leaving when he gets there, about to close the gate behind her. She squints at him because he's wearing a hat and sunglasses, but then her face brightens. "Ohno-kun!" she says delightedly.

"Ninomiya-san," he bows. He likes Nino's mother; she has the same brand of humor as Nino, blunt and straightforward. Her eyes spot the flowers with a grin.

"What a nice young man you are," she teases, pulling her collar higher up her neck against the chill. "Kazu's asleep right now, but he should wake up soon to take some medicine anyway. I have to leave now but be sure to keep him good company." She raises her eyebrow at the last two words and Ohno coughs and looks down.

Ohno waves as she leaves, stomping his boots free of snow in the entranceway. It's nice to finally be in warmth.

There are signs of Nino everywhere in this house. The space beneath the TV in the living room overflows with wires and game consoles. Nino's scrawly handwriting covers post-its stuck on various kitchen surfaces. There are photos of the five of them scattered around, along with photos of Nino with other co-workers. There's also that Nino smell, clean and fresh.

Ohno pushes Nino's door open, quietly laying the flowers and cards down on the desk. The room is dim and quiet, Nino's small snuffles the only sound he can hear. Nino's a predictable sleeper. He always ends up flopped over on his stomach eventually, hands tucked up beneath him until the only bit of Nino visible is a sliver of cheek. Nino's hair is clean, freshly showered. Ohno walks over to kiss Nino's clammy forehead. Nino doesn't look comfortable exactly, but at least he's sleeping soundly.

Ohno pulls the covers up higher around Nino's shoulders. Then he goes to take a shower because it'd be rude if he didn't. When he emerges, running a towel through his hair, Nino's only turned his head to the side.

The room's too dark. Ohno turns the bedside lamp on, admiring the way it paints the shadow of Nino's eyelashes upon his cheeks. He tucks himself in beside Nino. The world under Nino's sheets is stuffy and humid. Ohno should let Nino sleep, really should, but it's hard to think that way with Nino's body warm and breathing rhythmically by his side.

He turns and tugs the covers down, pressing a kiss to Nino's clothed shoulder. Then he shoves them aside completely. Nino shivers once before curling towards Ohno's warmth and Ohno can't help running a finger down the curve of his jaw.

There are a lot of cute things about Nino. Ohno would say that Nino's smile is beautiful. But his hands are cute and his moles are cute. Nino's legs are cute, too. The number one cute thing about Nino, Ohno thinks, is Nino's butt.

Nino's sleeping in a long-sleeved T-shirt and boxers. He's always said that's the most comfortable for him. Ohno slips a hand up Nino's shirt and touches the small of his back gently before hooking a finger in the boxers and tugging them past Nino's hips, his knees, all the way off. Nino's making small waking-up sounds above him so this is okay.

Ohno leans back a bit so he can see it. It really is the cutest butt ever. The subtle curves of it flow into Nino's lean legs, tan and pretty. He runs a hand over one cheek before kissing it. Ohno's about to move to the other one when he's interrupted by breathless laughter.

"F-freak," Nino giggles madly, laughing eyes glittering at Ohno from over his shoulder. "You freak, are you," he wheezes, "are you kissing my ass?"

Ohno laughs in response, moving up so he can shift Nino and lie beside him. A sleeping Nino is attractive but an awake, happy Nino is 100 times more so. "It was so cute, I couldn't help myself."

"Whatever." Nino's still giggling softly, hands curled up against Ohno's chest. His forehead is hot where it touches Ohno's shoulder. "Is this okay? I don't want you to get sick."

Ohno sweeps Nino's bangs out of his eyes. "Nino-germs would be okay. By the way, you need to take your medicine."

"Ugh." But Nino sits up to take it, comfortable in his nudity. Ohno rubs his hip as he makes faces at the bitter taste. "This'll probably make me fall asleep again."

They lie back down together even closer than before. Nino muffles a small cough into the long sleeve of his shirt. "I know," Ohno says softly. "And I'll just take advantage of you again. Is the lube in the usual place?" Nino has started to grind against Ohno's thigh in small movements, unhurried and languid. He hmms in response, sticking his chin over Ohno's shoulder. Ohno holds him closer with one arm while the other is busy with the lube.

He slicks his hand and reaches down, giving Nino's cock a slow pull. Nino's eyelashes flutter against Ohno's cheek as he arches into Ohno, giving him everything. His hips move in counterpart to his sighs and moans. Ohno wants to kiss Nino's neck forever. Nino, Ohno thinks, has turned him into a romantic.

Nino comes with a low cry stifled into Ohno's shoulder, fingers unfurling along Ohno's sides. His hot breaths on Ohno's collarbone are mixed with small kisses. "You didn't come," he mumbles.

"I'm fine," Ohno replies, nosing Nino's hair above his ear. He tugs the covers over Nino's sweaty skin, then gets out of bed to get a towel. He cleans Nino and his hand off before he gets the boxers back on Nino, and they're finally settled down.

"I wish I could've kept on working," Nino says, voice already drowsy. Ohno arranges Nino's legs between his own, overlapping.

"Shut up. You need to get better. Besides," Ohno points to the desk, "didn't you see? I got you flowers and Dragon Quest cards."

Nino stares at Ohno from across the pillow. "Flowers?"

"Yeah," Ohno adds, "and Dragon Quest cards!"

There's a pause and then Nino starts laughing quietly, shaking his head. "Moron," he says, but Ohno can hear 'I love you' in the words he doesn't. He can feel the exact moment Nino falls asleep, his warm weight growing heavy against Ohno's side.

Ohno can't stay for long, but this is always enough for them. He reaches over and turns off the lamp.
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