Rated M
Takao knew this was wrong. Oh it was wrong on so many levels, from the point that he was doing this inside the team's locker rooms to the fact that he was holding Midorima's extra jersey in his left hand. But his desire has reached to a point where he had to do something to decrease his sexual frustration, especially after a painful training where he had to fix his shorts almost every five minutes.
His relationship with the green-haired ace came to a point that neither of them could consider each other as only 'friends', because they both knew that it past beyond that point and the sexual tension was almost visible as how even Miyaji stated quite angrily during one of their practices.
As he continued to think about their somewhat complicated relationship, his hand's movement increased on his cock, stroking the hardened flesh with a fast and precise rhythm all the while bringing Midorima's jersey to his nose to take a sniff of its uniqueness.
"Ah..Shin..chan."
As he was too lost into his own pleasure, added to the fact that he believed he was alone in the locker rooms at this hour, Takao didn't hear the sound of the door opening.
"T-Takao?"
Takao's eyes snapped open as his hand's movements stopped and he dropped the jersey to the floor when he came face to face with the source of his sexual frustration that led him to masturbate in the locker rooms with the said man's shirt.
"I…uh.."
Takao thought that this was by far the most embarrassing and awkward moment in his entire pathetic life as he was caught red-handed by none other than Midorima Shintarou, who had a dumbstruck expression on his face while his eyes went back and forth between his jersey and Takao's naked lower body.
"Is that..my jersey?"
"I..well..I can explain.."
"I heard you."
Takao deeply wished that the earth would open up at that moment and swallow his whole miserable existence, but he knew it was useless as the jersey was lying on the floor as the obvious proof of his fantasy material.
Unlike how Takao thought the bigger man was going to react by running away from the scene as quickly as possible, he realized that Midorima started to approach to where he sat on the bench.
"That's my jersey, Takao." It was stated as a fact as Midorima sat down in front of him, and when Takao found the courage to lift his head up to look into the green eyes, the sight that he witnessed was not something he imagined to be as the bigger man was looking at him with a longing expression.
"Yeah.."
Midorima moved closer which caused their knees to touch and Takao could feel his breath on his own face when he spoke.
"Were you..thinking about me?"
It was the fact that there was hope in his voice as he asked it which gave Takao courage to tell the truth rather quickly.
"Yeah."
Midorima didn't reply as he slowly brought his hand closer to the smaller man's groin and his fingers brushed the skin closer to his cock which caused Takao to release a moan involuntarily.
"Takao..come here."
It was the only thing Takao needed to hear from the bigger man as he moved his body closer and sat on his lap. Midorima didn't say anything as he wrapped his taped left hand around Takao's still hard cock, which caused the smaller man to bury his face into Midorima's neck and moan at the friction.
"Ah..Shin-chan..f-faster."
Midorima didn't need to be told twice as he quickened his hand's movements and he knew that Takao was close by how slicker his hand got, so he pressed his thumb over the slit which earned him a whimper from the man on his lap.
"Ngh..I..can't.." With that, Takao came all over Midorima's hand and both their torsos; and before he could calm himself down after his intense orgasm, he felt a hand on his cheek as Midorima pulled his face back and kissed him passionately.