A/N: So. I have only seen the english dub of Angel Beats. Apologies for any spelling mistakes, name spelling, canon squishing, et cetera. Mostly spoiler-free? Rating for teenage boys doing what teenage boys do obsessively. The Beta-Bean is the Best Bean!

Yes, TK's lines are song titles. Darn right!

The first few nights, he hadn't slept in a dorm room. He'd drifted between the infirmary and the principal's office, too injured, too wired, too curious to stand being alone all night.

When he decided enough was enough, and maybe a little bedroom space would be good for his head, he approached Hinata about it. But, given the scattershot nature of the Anti-Barnacle-Extinction-Battlefront, he didn't actually have a room assignment. The Lieutenant just gave him a grin and said, "Show up, rookie. I'll take care of you tonight."

He'd winced, and Hinata had laughed, and that had more or less been that. A little innuendo, a little laughter, and the matter had been dropped.

So, that night, Otonashi headed for the boys' dorm complex. And realized that not only was it huge, there were commons on every floor. Cursing Hinata's vagueness, he poked his head into one common room after another, looking for a familiar face. Most of the dorm was a ghost town, all of the boys already obediently in their rooms.

When he heard signs of life coming from a door not completely closed, he took it as a hint and followed the sound. He knocked with the backs of his knuckles as he leaned his shoulder into the door, peeking inside. His greeting died in his mouth.

It was definitely a few of the members of the Battlefront, familiar faces. It should have been a relief. But TK's hands were fluttering to some unheard beat, his head tipped back to let Matsushita V suck at the base of his throat. The headband over TK's eyes had been tied more tightly, and his mouth hung open on rough breaths. They rocked together, their uniforms open just enough to show a thin, pale strip of skin from TK's collarbones to the blond curls at his groin.

"Jealous? I told you. I'll take care of you."

Otonashi nearly jumped out of his skin at Hinata's voice in his ear. He whirled on him, flustered and embarrassed, his cheeks flushed so brightly they hurt. "What the hell?" he hissed, stepping away from the door and out of Hinata's range.

Hinata shrugged, following, matching him step for step. "It makes sense, doesn't it?"

Otonashi gaped. "What? Did you want me to see-"

"No, come on, man. That's private." He shook his head, holding his hands out in front of him in a placating gesture. "I mean the whole concept of it."

"I was joking," said Otonashi flatly, heading for the stairwell. He knew Hinata hadn't meant the gay jokes any more than he had.

With a burst of speed, Hinata beat him there, his hands on the doorframe. "Hear me out."

Feeling his blush subside, and with it his panic, Otonashi eyed Hinata. The other boy's face was open, nothing but earnest, and that was really his only saving grace.

"You get twenty seconds."

Hinata grinned. "Okay! Okay, listen. What's part of having a fulfilled high school student life. A girlfriend, right? That high school romance? It's archetypal. So Yurippe decided a long time ago that nobody but nobody was going to date."

"Ten seconds."

"So what, are we gonna be celibate forever? No fucking way!"

The gears clicked in Otonashi's head so fast he winced. "You guys are all dating?" asked Otonashi, color draining from his face.

Hinata shook his head, starting to smile again. "I did not say dating, rookie."

Otonashi wrinkled his nose. Faintly, behind him, he heard TK groan and start laughing. "This is sick."

"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it. And try it. Come on. Noda leaves bruises and I need a break." Hinata leaned against the doorframe to the stairwell and lifted the hem of his shirt. Sure enough, dark red fingerprint bruises rode the curves of his hips. And, higher, teeth marks on his side. Hinata lifted his chin as Otonashi's eyes traveled his body, inviting him.

Otonashi took a step back. "You- want me- Noda hates me!"

Hinata snorted. "I said I'd take care of you. Me."

"You are such a pervert." He shook his head, stuffing his hands into his pockets. That old furious blush had started to rise up his neck again.

"Two seconds ago, your only complaint was about someone not liking you. I like you just fine." Hinata took a step forward, looking up at Otonashi through his lashes. He wore the alluring, insouciant look of a boy who knew he was handsome. "So give me at least five more minutes before you decide?"

"It only takes you five minutes?" cried Otonashi, and it was Hinata's turn to blush.

"Not for me, for you-"

"Hey, dudes?" TK poked his head into the commons, his hair dangling over his bare shoulders. He pointed to himself and intoned, "Standing on the Verge of Getting It On."

Otonashi fishmouthed, but Hinata raised a hand and smiled. "Sorry, bro. Initiating the rookie."

TK grinned and flashed a thumbs-up. "Stairway to Heaven, my friend."

"Ulgh!"

Hinata used Otonashi's shock to tuck an arm around his shoulders. "Oh-toh-nah-sheeeeee," he leered, leaning in.

Otonashi shoved his head away. "He said keep it down."

"I'm quiet," said Hinata amicably. Otonashi could hear the subtext dripping from those two little words. Had he been quiet when Noda had bitten the ever-loving crap out of his side? Hinata's free hand moved to Otonashi's tie and loosened it with practiced strokes. "Ten minutes. Fifteen?"

Otonashi's eyes slid over to meet Hinata's. He swallowed thickly. "You never told me which one's my room."

Hinata moved his fingers to Otonashi's top button, undoing it, finding the skin below and stroking. "They're all doubles. You're sharing with Matsushita V. But he's pretty busy. Unless you'd rather help them-"

"No!"

Hinata snickered, and nosed the side of his face. "That's good. 'Cause I share with TK. You know he beatboxes in his sleep?"

Otonashi eyed him suspiciously. "No."

"Yeah. Kicks too. Pretty hard. You don't kick, do you, Otonashi?"

"You've slept with TK." Otonashi put a hand to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. It was all too much, but Hinata sounded so natural about it, even as he worked a few more of Otonashi's shirt buttons open one-handed.

Milk wouldn't curdle in Hinata's mouth. "There's only one-"

"Only one bed in there. Of course there is. Homo."

Hinata grinned, and gave Otonashi's belt a good tug. "Twenty minutes. Half an hour."

"Only half?"

Hinata nearly purred. "Knew I liked you, rookie."