A/N: While I was working on another story and learning for my upcoming big exam, I found myself scribbling this into one of my notebooks, so I decided to share it with the world. It's going to have two parts, one of them is Kise's POV, the other Aomine's, both describing the same event. It's mostly smut and self-pity, so, yeah… enjoy.

PART 1

KISE'S POV

It was just a night like any other, yet so unbelievably different in many ways. Winning a game – no surprise there, but the way the celebration of that victory turned out, left me in a state of both yearning and regret that were fighting for prevalence in my body and mind. I wanted it to happen again and I was appalled by it at the same time, angry at myself for initiating it. Maybe if we'd lost the game that day, none of it would have happened...

But, losing? It was impossible, especially with him on the team. He was a star that day, scoring points one after another, slamming them in with the same confident smile on his smug face. All eyes were on him as he moved graciously on the court and jumped high, crushing our opponent with contempt. I might have stood only few feet away that time, but it started to feel like we were light miles away. Little did I know then, that the distance between us would only grow larger with time, not in our skills and abilities, but mostly in our friendship.

After the whistle announced the game has ended, I rushed into his arms, clinging to his strong body, not wanting to let go of that sweat drowned jersey – his sweat, which smelt so deliciously primeval and savage. It was only when the others rushed in, interrupting us that I realized I was probably clinging too hard and gave him some space. It's not like I was the only friend he had, I had no right to monopolize him.

Back in the locker room, as he took his clothes off and exposed that toned tan body was when I felt something stir inside of me. Just looking at him made me hot and I felt a sudden rush of blood in my face and… probably other places, as well. I was too afraid to get caught leering shamelessly so I turned around, facing away from him. Sharing the shower seemed impossible in that moment, I had a notion something might give away my impure feelings.

So I waited till after everyone was finished and took a shower once I was the only one left in the locker room. Alone, surrounded by white tiles and soaked in cold water, while trying to regain my sanity.

I cursed myself for having those thoughts, for tainting the image of my unsuspecting friend by wanting his body. Before I knew it, I was in the middle of pumping my cock with mental pictures of him before my eyes. Imagining the hand on my body to be not my own, but his, stroking it up and down in a violent manner. It was just a matter of seconds before I came all over the shower walls.

As I watched my seed slowly flow down those white tiles, I figured that had to be a new low for me. Sitting in the showers, ashamed of my own actions – it was probably a pitiful sight. Luckily, there was no one to witness it.

I knew I had to pull it back together and make it in time for the celebration. To make matters worse – it was supposed to be held at his house. His fucking house, from all of the places we could have chosen from. I figured the rest of the team would already be there, so I had to hurry.

The definite proof of my shamelessness was probably the fact I had the nerve to walk into his house, the house of the friend I was thinking about whilst cumming hard only half an hour earlier, smiling and greeting everybody, apologizing for my tardiness and making up believable reasons for it.

Even though we were not near the legal age of drinking, that didn't stop us from indulging in the sweetness of alcohol. I must admit I might have done it more than the others, trying to forget the pain in my heart and the desperation that has accumulated in my soul. It felt so good, the burning sensation in my throat while I was bottoming up shot after shot.

He sat on the opposite side of the table, surrounded by friends, classmates, boys and girls – they all wanted his light to shine upon them, even if it was just a tiny ray.

Suddenly, the room started spinning, like I have just gotten off from a really fast rollercoaster. The girl who was sitting next to me talked nonstop about… something, I guess. Not that I was really paying attention, but it seemed as if she was talking to me the whole time. It was probably around that time that I started losing it completely – the connection with reality, I mean. She was really nice and friendly as far as I can remember, trying to get my attention by putting her F-cups on display.

All I could think about was how I felt nothing while looking at those, how I wished she was flat chested, darker in complexion, taller with short hair and dark blue eyes that would see right through my soul. The moment I turned my head around, there they were, those intense eyes, piercing through me like they knew what I did a couple hours earlier, judging and condemning me for it.

He stood up from the table, knocking over a few glasses and headed over to me. I wondered if he was about to throw me out of his house for what I did, but he couldn't have possibly known… right? I expected him to be much rougher when pulling my upper arm, forcing me to stand up and follow him. Maybe he even might have been rough, but I was no numb from fear in that moment that I didn't feel anything.

He was silent, but visibly irritated. I didn't know what he planned to do when he took me upstairs to the more quiet part of his house. He opened up one of the windows and forced my head out. I guessed he was just too afraid I was going to throw up and ruin his mother's expensive carpets.

His hand on my neck was cold but it felt very soothing in a weird way. I felt like my numbness was slowly going away as I felt that hand on me. I heard him talk something about fresh air and breathing. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sound of his deep voice. With every breath I took, I became more aware of the chance I had. If I just tried to kiss him, just this once, if I only brushed my lips against his ever so slightly… maybe I could laugh it off as an act of a silly drunk, plead innocence due to heavy intoxication. At least then I would know what he tastes like and that would have been enough for my hungry heart.

As I turned around and moved closer, I noticed how his unsuspecting eyes were more beautiful than ever and his pupils were so wide, I felt like I might drown in their depth. He seemed like a deer in front of the headlights so I decided to crash right into him, with all my might.

It wasn't just a light peck as I initially planned it to be… It was a full blown kiss, I went straight in with my tongue, not giving him a chance to push me away. He was confused and I used that state to push myself on him, still thrusting my tongue in, in search of his.

Feeling the hotness of the inside of his mouth, I started losing my sanity. That poor, innocent guy was probably so drunk that my gentle touches and blond hair that was in our faces made him mistake me for one of those girls who were downstairs.

He gave into the kiss and his hands were groping my behind, grunting as I pushed my body onto him, nudging his crotch with my knee. I felt as if I was in the midst of a sweetest dream, not wanting to pull away from that wetness that was our kiss.

With our lips still locked together, we staggered into one of the rooms and found ourselves in the darkness, brightened only by the dim light coming from the street. I felt a big hand slipping under my shirt, exploring my abdomen. I hoped it wouldn't go further up, for he might come to his senses and stop this debauchery once he realizes I'm a man.

We've reached the bed so I decided to go for it, risk everything and seize the night. I kneeled before him, but unbuttoning his jeans proved to be more complicated than I could ever imagine as my sweaty fingers fumbled with the buttons I thought he would snap out of it and stop what we were doing.

Little is to say that it came as a shock when I felt his big, but gentle hands on my head, stroking my hair. I felt a little sad in that moment, not sure whether I pitied my own desperation or his cluelessness.

When I finally managed to get it open and his cock was out on full display, I knew there was no time to be wasted. It was dark, but I still managed to see it was fully erect. Putting that thing into my mouth made me instantly want to touch myself as well – so as I held one of my hands around it, I pushed the other down my own pants.

I never knew that having another guy's cock in my mouth could fulfil me as much as it did. As I licked it all over and pumped its base, I could hear his low grunts and kept wondering if he felt good or was just simply disgusted by this act. His fingers were still messing up my hair so I intended to continue until he either pushed me away, or reached his climax.

Once I felt hot leaks of pre-cum in my mouth, I knew I didn't have much time to waste. Even though I still hadn't reached my orgasm, I decided to ignore that fact and pushed my pants down, turning around and climbing up on the bed, offering myself up to him to take me from behind. I knew I had to use the advantage of his mind still being dizzy and lure him into entering me.

I felt his long fingers slide into me and it hurt like hell. If it was anyone else, I would've quit then and there but I decided to endure, knowing I couldn't forgive myself if I missed an opportunity like this.

I gritted my teeth and hoped for the best. As his fingers moved, I wondered if it would fit. If he could stretch me enough for his big cock? If two fingers burned like this, how was I supposed to have that thing inside of me?

All of the sudden, I felt a hand gripping my own erection , giving it a hard pumping, while he was breathing heavily on top of me. I wondered how it didn't turn him off, I mean one of his hands was milking me dry while the other probed around my hole, guess that wasn't what a straight teenage boy would normally enjoy. I moved my hips in the pursuit of the pleasure his hand was giving me and soon I came into his palm. I felt like I needed to apologize for that foul thing, but I decided to remain silent.

He used that wet and slimy hand of his to probe me open completely, now moving two fingers of each of his hands inside of me. Lubricated like this, the opening finally felt big enough for him to fit in so I just waited for it patiently.

At first, it was only a light nudge of the tip that I've felt between my cheeks. In that moment, I thought how he still had the opportunity to back out, which he probably would have taken if he was any less drunk.

We've both hit the point of no return once I felt it slide into me. The further it got, the more lost we were. Once I've felt our hips colliding into each other I knew he was all the way inside. I was completely filled up and his hands were gripping my hips from both sides. We stayed motionless like that, for a moment, adjusting to this unfamiliar situation and then he used his hands to push my body away, only to crash it back into his, burying it deep inside again.

Soon, his movements quickened and he was getting in and out of me every second. The pain that I felt in the beginning was replaced by this obsolete pleasure each time he buried it to the hilt, just to be followed with the immense sense of yearning at those times he would pull out.

I probably moaned embarrassingly as he rammed into me, but I just couldn't help it. On the other hand, apart from few low growls, he was mostly silent. His pace was steady and his touch on my lower back was surprisingly gentle, if not caring. Who would have known that beast on the court could have such a light touch – it blew my mind and made me feel even guiltier for tricking him into bed with me.

When his breathing became heavier, I knew he was reaching his release. Too afraid he would pull out before reaching his peak, I managed to put one of my hands onto where he was holding me tightly, to keep him there. Once I felt hot flushes released into me, I started rocking my body lustfully, taking in as much as I could.

I could hear clearly that hot sound of wetness flowing out of me, met with his own hot flesh as he was still thrusting it in me. It sounded so lewd, like in a porn film. My moaning was also reminding me of a porn stars', loud and uninhibited, but unlike them I wasn't faking any of it.

Once I sensed him pulling out, I instantly knew everything was over. While his semen still remained, leaking out of me, I felt the hotness of his flesh getting further and further away from me. His big body crashed onto the mattress and he pulled me close. I fell onto his chest while he had his arm around me, nuzzling his face into my hair. As I felt his breathing slow down and he dozed off into sleep, I caught myself imagining how nice it would be if we could repeat this. If we could do this every night, my life would be complete.

I felt so peaceful and content as I lay next to him, our remaining clothes dishevelled, our bodies sweaty and sticky. I stood up and stumbled through the darkness, looking for a bathroom. Upon finding it, I quickly wiped myself off and flushed some cold water over my face. When I looked up into the mirror, I saw a face of a desperate fool whose lust overtook his reason.

In that moment, I hated that blond, pathetic idiot that was staring back at me with self-content. Soon, I noticed how he also resented the actions as his eyes were filled with tears. What have we done to our dear Aominecchi, luring him into our arms?

I fixed up my collar and tucked my shirt back into my pants, ready to go home. He was still sleeping on the bed peacefully. I knew I would never get to see his sweet sleeping face like this again and I must admit – that notion hurt a lot.

Coming down the stairs, joining the people who were still partying, I was relieved when I noticed most of them were so hammered they didn't question my or his absence. I took my jacket and started my journey back home. I once heard someone call this – returning home after having sex with someone – the walk of shame. There was so much truth in that, for I felt so ashamed of my cunning behaviour that I felt like I could never look into another mirror, ever again.