Notes: For Renee and Max. The best travel buddies a violent, high functioning sociopath could ask for.So I got the idea for this fic via a bakery's delivery van that kept passing my family home in small town Australia. The bakery is called Peddling Pastryand if I can't make a pun and fic out of that I've failed at life. So here this is.
Graduating had been an experience. Seeing the previous third years off the year before had been hard, coupled with a sense of abandonment it had left Teshima emotionally drained. Thankfully Aoyagi had been there to ease the pain. The two of them suffering together had made the situation just a little brighter, misery did love company.
Teshima tried to remember this as Kaburagi held a little too tightly to Aoyagi and wept profusely. The clingy first year seemed to just be coming to the realisation that he'd be spiriting with Naruko next year and was simply distraught at the prospect.
Catching Aoyagi's eye over the rim of his red cup as he took a deep sip of punch, Teshima almost snorted in laughter. The sympathetic smile his smaller counterpart threw him was adorable, coupled with the delicate petting Kaburagi's hair was receiving, it was little surprise everyone had dubbed Aoyagi the Mummy of the team.
"There there." Stepping forward and patting the fussing first year on the back, Teshima decided it was time to trade duties with his friend, especially as the blonde's cup appeared empty. "Naruko is one of the best sprinters we have and who knows what freshmen you'll get in the club next year. You might have to act as senpai to a whole new generation." Sniffing through a bubble of tears, the redhead seemed conflicted.
"Can't I just assist Imaizumi as an all rounder?" Mentally rolling his eyes, Teshima simply shrugged.
"That's a decision for the new captain." Glancing over his shoulder at the tall, dark haired all rounder, the ex captain heaved a sigh of relief at being relieved of such duties.
He'd been good at strategy and that had won them their second inter-high in as many years, but he'd burnt out within the first stage of the third day. There had been no way he could compete, especially surrounded by such talented first years. Imaizumi would be a much better match for captain, he could and would keep up with his team.
Brushing away the pang of regret and guilt that had plagued him since that day, Teshima put on a bright smile, waving Aoyagi off for a drink as he continued to consoled the teary Kaburagi.
Nodding in thanks, the small blonde quickly slipped silently around the small group of the going away party. Prepared by Kanzaki, their small club house was packed full with the entire team and the festivities were in full swing. Teshima was thankful no alcohol had been smuggled this time, unlike the year's previous joint party with Hakone. That had just been messy.
"Chin up Kaburagi." Nudging him slightly in the shoulder, Teshima put on a wide smile for the youngster. "We're not going far, if you need a hand feel free to ask." Smiling through his tears, the small redhead nodded.
"Thank you Teshima senpai." Awkwardly accepting the praise, Teshima sought out Aoyagi's all seeing gaze across the party. Kaburagi's words slowly dulled into background noise as the dark haired captain held his boyfriend's eye, pleased to see they were filled with a warmth and intensity that the blonde could seldom revealed.
Graduating wasn't that bad especially, if Aoyagi was there to experience it all with him.
Locking the club house door and waving Kanzaki goodbye, Teshima couldn't resist taking Aoyagi's hand as the pair began the trek back to Teshima's house. Their bikes had been shipped down to Osaka, accompanied by Naruko to under go a free touch up by some of the nation's best bike makers. It had been an offer too good to refuse and a couple of days without their road bikes wouldn't kill them.
"That was a good party, not as memorable as last time, but nice." Snorting in laughing was Aoyagi's way of agreeing. The events that had transgressed during that party were now something of legend among the cycling club. Had Kinjou really kissed Fukutomi in a drunken fumble? What about that Hakone Wolf and Rabbit? They'd disappeared for hours on end and then suddenly returned all hot and bothered. Or the poor sleeping beauty who'd drunk himself into a slumber, pinning the whole time for his missing friend and rival.
Cringing at his own embarrassing memory, Teshima could still feel Aogi's fingers in his hair, holding it back as he up chucked his guts, only to throw up again minutes later. Yes, it had been quite an evening. This time was better though. No headache or nausea, just the inching flutter of nerves.
Tonight was the night. The night his parents were in Tokyo for some old person concert and he and Aoyagi had the house to themselves. They'd spoken about it at some length and knew they'd soon need to expand upon their relationship. They'd been dating for years and it had been all leading to this. The result of many a hot and heated make out session, ending in rushed trips home or to the bathroom had been boiling down to this night. Tonight they were going all the way, they were going to have sex.
Aoyagi was far quieter then usually as they arrived at the cold, empty house. Ditching their shoes and turning on the heater, Teshima pulled his hair free and flopped down on the bed. Deep breaths, it was just like every other night Aoyagi stayed over. He had to keep reminding himself that. Except that it was different, it was better. Feeling the tingle in his loins grow as he thought about a what was to come and and the erotic image Aoyagi made. His fantasy was quickly broken by the boy himself.
"Shower?" Smiling Teshima nodded, pleased by the small smile gracing Aoyagi's lips as he disappeared down the hall and into the bathroom.
Maybe he should take a shower as well. Did he stink? Raising an arm he smelt a little and shrugged. It was fine, he'd showered this morning. He was just second guessing everything now, he needed to remain calm. Running through his check list for the evening, the embarrassing act of buying condoms and lube had been a success and the reward now lay at the bottom of his underwear draw. Likewise he'd read every online guide to sex the internet had on offer, some of it was for women, but the general principle applied.
Jumping as Aoyagi entered suddenly, naked save a towel, Teshima felt his mouth run dry. For the last two years his friend had been trying in vain to pack on muscle, the as the same as Tadokoro. However his attempts had been somewhat of a failure. He was still small in stature, but he couldn't be called lean. Sinew was the blonde's strong point. Defined in all that right places to make him a star sprinter. His resemblance to the chiselled structure he so admired was uncanny and enchanting.
"You're so beautiful." The bright blush that broke out over Aoyagi's cheeks and chest made Teshima smile. "Come here." Shyly moving in for an embrace, Aoyagi flicked his wet hair from his eyes, taking in Teshima's easy posture and smile. How could he be so relaxed? Running his hands up and down the slightly damp skin of his boyfriend's arm, the dark haired boy fell back against the bed, dragging Aoyagi along with him. Losing his towel in the process caused the smaller boy to scowl only to have kissed clean from his lips.
"Junta." Choking back a small moan as Aoyagi spoke his name, Teshima cupped his cheeks and leant in for a deeper kiss, angling his head just right to nip and suck on his lover's bottom lip. It felt good, good enough that the blonde immediately forgot about his naked state. Instead instinct and habit had him straddling his dark haired lover's hips.
"You nervous?" Teshima sounded breathless, his cheeks pink and flushed. Nodding a little, Aoyagi wet his lips before running his hands down the front of the tall boy's chest, pausing at the helm of his shirt then tugging instantly. Laughing at his urgency, Teshima quickly shed his shirt and started unbuckling his belt only to be stopped by Aoyagi's small hands.
Laying back, the ex captain let his lover do as he would. Quick, nibbled fingers made short work of his buckle, but stopped short of his pants zipper. "Wha- Ah" Unable to stop the gasp that escaped his lips, Teshima hissed through his teeth as he watched Aoyagi sprawled naked over his lap, mouthing the denim tenting over his harden cock. Throwing his head back as the heat premeditated straight through the fabric, Teshima wasn't sure what to do or where to put his hands. His hips arched on reflex, bumping against Aoyagi's lips as he continued to shape and mouth the bugle between his boyfriend's lips.
"Hajime... What are you?"
"Ready?" That was not such a simple question and Teshima was already having a hard time reading his flustered partner.
"Yes?" He sounded unsure and suddenly golden eyes were level with his eyes, questioning. Shaking his head, Teshima reached out, pushing a strand of hair off the smaller man's face. "I'm ready, are you?" There was the barest hint of a grin as Aoyagi sat up on his knees, taking Teshima's hand and bringing it to the length between his thighs.
Moaning at the small touch, Teshima's mind blanked. Everything he'd researched and learnt online had fled as there was only one thing to do now, make Aoyagi feel good. Lightly running his fingers down the heated length, Teshima torn his gaze from the soft pink and red flesh to his lover's face, making sure there was nothing but pleasure or at least tolerance coming from him. Aoyagi's eyes were closed tight with sensation overload so Teshima tried to focus on what he knew felt good. Things he did to himself that had to be universal to all men. Stroking up and down, toying with the crown and rubbing that sticky ooze leaking from the tip down to the base of the shaft and then back again.
"Junta." Golden eyes fevered and half lidded Aoyagi kissed him, half thrusting up into the fist Teshima made around his cock. Pausing for a second as the front of his jeans were pawed open, Teshima sat up and slipped off the offending fabric, embarrassed for a second time as the heat of Aoyagi's naked form settled over him again. The skin and skin contact was amazing imitate. The weight of the blonde resettling on his lap had the taller boy trembling with excitement and pleasure.
"Look, I'm shaking." Laughing nervously, Teshima smiled as Aoyagi took his hand, squeezing comfortingly as he shuffled forward, bring their hips together. Licking his lips as he looked down and saw the tip of his own wet cock touching Aoyagi's he forgot how to breath. Touching the tip with a unsure hand, Teshima gasped as Aoyagi batted his hand away, taking it instead to his lips. Sucking the length of each finger in turn, the heat of his tongue and teeth nearly had the dark haired boy in tears of joy. A sudden tightness around his cock had him squirming against the mattress and panting in small huffs. Jerking their cocks together with careful, steady hands, Aoyagi began sucking two fingers with such pressure Teshima was certain he could feel it in his cock. "Aoyagi, so good. Oh my god, I'm getting close."
That was humiliating, he was going to blow it so quickly and yet he couldn't bring himself to be sorry. Not as he wrapped his hand around Aoyagi's, joining him in making a tight fist around their cocks. His hips ached to rock and thrust up, to give in as the boiling point of orgasm grew increasing closer. Teshima couldn't help but bounced the smaller blonde on his hips with small, uncoordinated thrusts. Aoyagi looked so beautiful, lips wrapped around his fingers, sucking greedily as his hand worked harder. He must have been closer Teshima decided. His eyes kept crossing at everything little thrust and bump of their hips, rocking and grinding their cocks together while creating more delicious friction and heat.
"Hajime..." Biting his lip, Teshima twisted against the mattress, flooding their joint fist full of milky pleasure. A sharp pain in his fingers cut his orgasmic euphoria short as Aoyagi bit down hard on his fingers. Watching his face in that split second, Teshima understood why. The overflowing heat dripping down over his knuckles was also a pretty good indication.
"Junta." Voice weak and hoarse, Aoyagi released his fingers with a wet pop. His lips were red and swollen, they looked raw and somewhat sore but Teshima couldn't hold back the bruising kiss he delivered to them.
"Beautiful, you're so beautiful."
Aoyagi could only blush.