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Where's Nino?	By : MatsuJun Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Arashi Views: 2580 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Arashi. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Live on TV! (Oral, HandJob, Watching, etc.!!)
- 2-The Phone Call (M/M/M phone sex + Solo + More!)
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Part 2 : The Phone Call
By: MatsuJun
Rated: NC-17
Paring(s): Sho/Jun/Nino (In lots of situations of hot sex!)
About: Live on TV for a show the Arashi members notice that a member is missing, taking their seats behind a large, booth-like desk where only they can see what’s under them they talk about their new movie, while Sho lets out small, ragged puffs of breath. Concerned Jun asks Sho if something is wrong, only to figure out where Nino is. This only leads to more situations, of phone-sex, and m/m/m, and much more…
Disclaimer: I do not own Arashi or Johnnys CO. (Though I wouldn’t mind having Jun…)
“Where’s Nino?” Ohno mumbled as they took their seats at the large booth like table. The desk, enclosed only allowed the people sitting to slip their legs under the table, their feet pressing against the wood.
Sho took his seat beside Jun, and Aiba was on his left, Ohno took a seat beside Aiba. “I don’t know.” Sho coughed, bowing his head. “I think he said he wasn’t feeling well a little bit ago, maybe he skipped out?
Aiba pouted. “Skipped? That’s not like Nino though. We’ll have to call and scold him after the show.” Aiba balled his fists nodding towards the others who agreed.
The cameras turned on, and the host of the talk show began to speak. “So, Yellow Tears, what is it about?” Jun began to speak as Sho let out a puff of air.
After several moments of hearing quiet puffs from Sho to the left of him, Jun started to get curious. The show went to a commercial, and the curtains closed. Sho’s head fell to the table; he let out a wheezed cough. “Sho, you okay?” Ohno and Aiba got up to search for Nino backstage.
“Jun, stop.” Sho hissed, Sho’s face flushed, his voice hitched as he spoke. Jun pouted, leaning down, under the table to try and get a better look at Sho’s face. Jun blinked. “Jun!” Sho exclaimed.
Jun swallowed. Nino was under the table, mouth around Sho’s hard-on, sucking hard on him while jerking his base. Jun’s face flushed as he pulled his chair back a little trying to get a better view. Nino looked at Jun for a few seconds before looking away in embarrassment. “We’re live on TV.” Jun mumbled under his breath. Jun’s comment sent a moan through Sho’s throat. Jun’s face flushed a little more. How good was Nino anyway? God, he looked like he was doing a good job on Sho. Jun leaned forward suddenly, feeling himself getting hard. “Stop.”
Nino looked at Jun again and shook his head. Pulling back Nino took his tongue and twirled it in circles around the tip and then went form the base back around and suckled on the head a bit more, much like you would with soft ice-cream as it was beginning to melt. Sho let out a gasp. “Just go to the others already, will you?” Sho looked at Jun his face filled with lust as Nino continued to work on his member. Sho shivered. “Nino, slow down, we’re going back on air.” He pulled Nino back and leaned under the desk to kiss him before sitting back up and sharply pulling in his seat.
Jun fidgeted a little and shook his head. “I can’t.” He looked to the floor on his right avoiding both their gazes. “I’m hard.” His face was three shades of red. Hearing Aiba and Ohno coming back, he pulled his chair in and took slow deep breaths trying to calm himself.
“I don’t know where he is.” Ohno shook his head. “Whatever, if they ask, just saw he had to meet up with people in Letter from Iwo Jima.” Ohno was talking this time as they went back on the air.
Jun couldn’t control himself, god watching Nino suck like that had turned him on. Leaning back he could just see Nino’s tongue working it as his hands petted Sho, slowly this time, making sure to hold out until there was another break. Jun let out a huff, and quickly covered it up by coughing quietly. Sho looked over at Jun, his face still flushed, but not enough for the crowd of fans in the audience to notice, nor could the fans who would be watching this now live on TV. Jun smiled to himself. If he didn’t get off now, he would later tonight when he watching the recording of the show that was taping on his TV at home.
Leaning forward Sho picked up the pen beside him and wrote on a small notepad they had been given. He nudged it towards Jun and then pulled it toward himself, trying to bring Jun closer to him. Jun read the note.
Move closer, and press your foot against the divider next to you, separating your spot, from mine.
Jun almost let a moan slip as his lips part. He pretended to pull the chair closer so he could read the note, and let off a fake grin, kicked back the divider. Sho licked his bottom lip, and Jun rocked his chin forward and the other man’s hand tugged at the zipper on his jeans. Jun nearly came in his pants at the notion. God, Sho was going to jerk him off on live TV. The pressure of his hard-on against the tight jean material was enough to make any guy have an orgasm, let a lone then have someone jerk them off on top of it. Swallowing he looked toward the crowd of people eying them, watching them all, their every move. “They can see.” Jun hissed.
Sho pulled his hand back for a moment. “No, they can’t. Nino’s done this to me before on TV; you just never noticed the other three times.” Sho grinned as Jun pressed his back against his chair firmly as his cool skin wrapped around Jun’s hard-on, while Nino rubbed at his legs letting tiny puffs of air blow against the head.
“Sho.” Jun let out a puff of air. Sho, with his free hand scribbled another note on the paper, this some longer.
Do you want Nino? Is the thought of him sucking you off getting you hard? Or, is it the thought of fucking him that’s getting you off?
Sho smiled as he continued to write after Jun nodded reading Sho’s note.
You can have him tonight, if I can have you.
That did it for Jun. He buckled forward, pressing his arms against the surface of the desk, his head lowered, reading the note as he came. Sho had angled his cock to hit Nino, pouring into Nino’s open mouth, and dizzyingly onto his bare chest. Flush faced, Jun took the pen from Sho’s hands.
Call me when you want me to come over.
The show ended, and they all stood and left. Nino snuck backstage, and pretended to show up late, thinking the airing was at a different time. He blamed Sho for telling him the wrong time. Jun stood, about to leave, he eyed Sho, and then looked at Nino, and turned a shade of pink, before turning heel and heading back to his apartment. He would wait for the phone call.
END OF PART 1!!
Part 2 will be out soon! Enjoy! Hope you all like it!
Part 2 : The Phone Call
By: MatsuJun
Rated: NC-17
Paring(s): Sho/Jun/Nino (In lots of situations of hot sex!)
About: Live on TV for a show the Arashi members notice that a member is missing, taking their seats behind a large, booth-like desk where only they can see what’s under them they talk about their new movie, while Sho lets out small, ragged puffs of breath. Concerned Jun asks Sho if something is wrong, only to figure out where Nino is. This only leads to more situations, of phone-sex, and m/m/m, and much more…
Disclaimer: I do not own Arashi or Johnnys CO. (Though I wouldn’t mind having Jun…)
“Where’s Nino?” Ohno mumbled as they took their seats at the large booth like table. The desk, enclosed only allowed the people sitting to slip their legs under the table, their feet pressing against the wood.
Sho took his seat beside Jun, and Aiba was on his left, Ohno took a seat beside Aiba. “I don’t know.” Sho coughed, bowing his head. “I think he said he wasn’t feeling well a little bit ago, maybe he skipped out?
Aiba pouted. “Skipped? That’s not like Nino though. We’ll have to call and scold him after the show.” Aiba balled his fists nodding towards the others who agreed.
The cameras turned on, and the host of the talk show began to speak. “So, Yellow Tears, what is it about?” Jun began to speak as Sho let out a puff of air.
After several moments of hearing quiet puffs from Sho to the left of him, Jun started to get curious. The show went to a commercial, and the curtains closed. Sho’s head fell to the table; he let out a wheezed cough. “Sho, you okay?” Ohno and Aiba got up to search for Nino backstage.
“Jun, stop.” Sho hissed, Sho’s face flushed, his voice hitched as he spoke. Jun pouted, leaning down, under the table to try and get a better look at Sho’s face. Jun blinked. “Jun!” Sho exclaimed.
Jun swallowed. Nino was under the table, mouth around Sho’s hard-on, sucking hard on him while jerking his base. Jun’s face flushed as he pulled his chair back a little trying to get a better view. Nino looked at Jun for a few seconds before looking away in embarrassment. “We’re live on TV.” Jun mumbled under his breath. Jun’s comment sent a moan through Sho’s throat. Jun’s face flushed a little more. How good was Nino anyway? God, he looked like he was doing a good job on Sho. Jun leaned forward suddenly, feeling himself getting hard. “Stop.”
Nino looked at Jun again and shook his head. Pulling back Nino took his tongue and twirled it in circles around the tip and then went form the base back around and suckled on the head a bit more, much like you would with soft ice-cream as it was beginning to melt. Sho let out a gasp. “Just go to the others already, will you?” Sho looked at Jun his face filled with lust as Nino continued to work on his member. Sho shivered. “Nino, slow down, we’re going back on air.” He pulled Nino back and leaned under the desk to kiss him before sitting back up and sharply pulling in his seat.
Jun fidgeted a little and shook his head. “I can’t.” He looked to the floor on his right avoiding both their gazes. “I’m hard.” His face was three shades of red. Hearing Aiba and Ohno coming back, he pulled his chair in and took slow deep breaths trying to calm himself.
“I don’t know where he is.” Ohno shook his head. “Whatever, if they ask, just saw he had to meet up with people in Letter from Iwo Jima.” Ohno was talking this time as they went back on the air.
Jun couldn’t control himself, god watching Nino suck like that had turned him on. Leaning back he could just see Nino’s tongue working it as his hands petted Sho, slowly this time, making sure to hold out until there was another break. Jun let out a huff, and quickly covered it up by coughing quietly. Sho looked over at Jun, his face still flushed, but not enough for the crowd of fans in the audience to notice, nor could the fans who would be watching this now live on TV. Jun smiled to himself. If he didn’t get off now, he would later tonight when he watching the recording of the show that was taping on his TV at home.
Leaning forward Sho picked up the pen beside him and wrote on a small notepad they had been given. He nudged it towards Jun and then pulled it toward himself, trying to bring Jun closer to him. Jun read the note.
Move closer, and press your foot against the divider next to you, separating your spot, from mine.
Jun almost let a moan slip as his lips part. He pretended to pull the chair closer so he could read the note, and let off a fake grin, kicked back the divider. Sho licked his bottom lip, and Jun rocked his chin forward and the other man’s hand tugged at the zipper on his jeans. Jun nearly came in his pants at the notion. God, Sho was going to jerk him off on live TV. The pressure of his hard-on against the tight jean material was enough to make any guy have an orgasm, let a lone then have someone jerk them off on top of it. Swallowing he looked toward the crowd of people eying them, watching them all, their every move. “They can see.” Jun hissed.
Sho pulled his hand back for a moment. “No, they can’t. Nino’s done this to me before on TV; you just never noticed the other three times.” Sho grinned as Jun pressed his back against his chair firmly as his cool skin wrapped around Jun’s hard-on, while Nino rubbed at his legs letting tiny puffs of air blow against the head.
“Sho.” Jun let out a puff of air. Sho, with his free hand scribbled another note on the paper, this some longer.
Do you want Nino? Is the thought of him sucking you off getting you hard? Or, is it the thought of fucking him that’s getting you off?
Sho smiled as he continued to write after Jun nodded reading Sho’s note.
You can have him tonight, if I can have you.
That did it for Jun. He buckled forward, pressing his arms against the surface of the desk, his head lowered, reading the note as he came. Sho had angled his cock to hit Nino, pouring into Nino’s open mouth, and dizzyingly onto his bare chest. Flush faced, Jun took the pen from Sho’s hands.
Call me when you want me to come over.
The show ended, and they all stood and left. Nino snuck backstage, and pretended to show up late, thinking the airing was at a different time. He blamed Sho for telling him the wrong time. Jun stood, about to leave, he eyed Sho, and then looked at Nino, and turned a shade of pink, before turning heel and heading back to his apartment. He would wait for the phone call.
END OF PART 1!!
Part 2 will be out soon! Enjoy! Hope you all like it!
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