Drabbles 2014 Part 1
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Notes: A collection of Kuroko no Basuke drabbles written in 2014, originally published on my tumblr. This chapter contains material originally published from 1/18-1/31
1. Fooling Himself (Aomine Daiki/Midorima Shintarou) written for anon
Midorima's knee-jerk reaction would be to say that he hates Aomine. After all, Aomine was the one who started the collapse of the Teikou team. He's overly self-important and refuses to play by the rules; his shots should not work but they do, and for someone who spends hours every day making sure his form is perfect and not a millimeter off, well, to say that it's agonizingly aggravating would be a bit of an understatement. He's rude and unkempt and irresponsible and a shameless pervert. So Midorima should hate him, but somehow he can't be entirely certain.
If he hates Aomine, why does he think about him so much? Sure, he feels kind of funny inside when he thinks about him, but it's not like his anger is at odds with his desire for Aomine to just vanish from existence altogether. He hates cats, but he hates thinking about them and their claws and swishing tails and he shudders and tries to block them from his mind and that's not how he feels about Aomine at all. And part of him actually kind of looks forward to seeing him, not just in the context of a basketball game (for as frustrating as Aomine's style of play is, it's a welcome challenge) but he kind of wants to catch Aomine staring at his ass again, creates imaginary arguments with him in his mind. Maybe Miyaji's right and he's just a weirdo. Or maybe he's just overthinking things (he has to be if he's actually seriously considering Miyaji's nonsense). Either way, it's troubling to say the least.
2. Under No Circumstances (Miyaji Kiyoshi/Takao Kazunari) written for princesswindnight
Takao Kazunari is the brattiest kouhai Miyaji Kiyoshi has ever had the misfortune of meeting. This includes all the middle school first-years who thought they were hot shit because they'd made it through sixth grade, that damn Hayama kid, Midorima, and every other horrible little shit. Takao teases him, disrespects him, laughs at him, and has the nerve to be a far better basketball player than he is. There's definitely nothing attractive about that, nope. There's nothing about Takao that he likes, not even one bit. The only reason his blood is pumping faster when he's in Takao's presence is because he's angry, okay? It has nothing at all to do with any—any feelingshe might have. Other than annoyance.
And he is certainly not in love with the damn brat, okay? Kimura can make stupid little jokes (which aren't funny at all) about it all he wants, but Miyaji is not in love with him at all, under any circumstances. The way he juts out his chin isn't cute, it's…something other than cute. And Miyaji most definitely has not spent hours memorizing the way his hair frames his face. That's not what's in his mind when he falls asleep. He doesn't think about the way Takao says his name, only that his tone isn't being respectful. That is absolutely the only thing he's listening for, so Kimura should stop looking for things that aren't there. Because this is not love, it's something else, okay?
3. Don't Insult the Cupcake (Harasawa Katsunori/Araki Masako) written for lyra-the-musician
She slams the plate down on the table.
"I made it especially for you, so you'd better like it."
He cautiously glances at the cupcake. It actually looks good—he had no idea Masako could cook. Well, he doesn't know if she can; appearances can be deceiving. He hasn't actually eaten this yet. She just doesn't seem like the type who'd make a lot of cupcakes, what with running a biker gang and training for basketball. When did she find the time to learn how to bake? (He certainly hasn't, and he's probably got more free time than she does.)
"Don't insult the cupcake, Harasawa."
"What?"
"Eat it."
She practically shoves it in his mouth. Katsunori almost chokes on it at first, but…it's really good. It's moist and rich and the frosting is creamy and he knows if Coach were here he'd get yelled at because it's probably got like 4000 calories of pure carbs.
"This is actually pretty good."
"You sound surprised," she says.
He licks his lips. "You want a taste?"
He doesn't see her fist flying toward his face until it's far too late.
4. Half-Forgotten (Mayuzumi Chihiro/fem!Izuki Shun) written for daphneduzie
An expanse of steel grey, a silk tie brushing across her arm. She remembers books folded on the gable, dog-eared pages and creased spines, fingers longer than her own resting on the pages. She remembers the way it feels to release a basketball from her fingers; she remembers Hyuuga yelling at her for not passing to him, or for making bad jokes—but there are other things, flickering around her edges, that she can't quite place.
She retraces the route to work with her sister the first day, and the little things are oddly comforting. The sway of the train, the feel of the steps underneath her feet. She remembers her boss, her coworkers, has names and traits to go with these faces.
Things grow more familiar, and she wonders if they were there before or if they've just been there since the accident. There's a man who seems to be everywhere, in the shadows, like a more sinister Kuroko (she remembers him, of course) when he was still invisible. There's something about his eyes that spooks and intrigues her, something about the way he holds a book in his hand (he's always got a book; maybe that's the thing that reminds her the most of Kuroko).
Maybe it's a sign—that she was assigned to him by fate, and that's why she sees him everywhere. He's at the café when she goes during her lunch break, and she finds the courage to buy him an iced tea and introduce herself. He offers her a thin smile, and he seems to be waiting on something, thinks that perhaps she'll say something—has she forgotten social cues, too?
He gives her his number and they arrange to meet again. She feels like there's something she's forgetting (well, obviously, she's forgotten many things, but this keeps bugging her, at the tip of her mind, so close to being remembered).
When he kisses her, it swirls together into a haze of foggy memories and long-forgotten butterfly kisses. He is the steel grey, the fingers, the silk tie, the everything. She pulls him close, trying to remember more—how much was there? Can she really be sure her mind isn't playing tricks on her?
"I'll wait as long as I need to," he says.
She cries, and he lets her mess up his shirt. How could she have forgotten something like this?
5. Basic Routine (Miyaji Kiyoshi/Hayama Kotarou) for anon
Hayama should really give him fair warning before he pulls this sort of shit (not like Miyaji is going to let him get away with it, anyway, but it won't be as startling and sudden when he fucking jumps on top of Miyaji) and of course his immediate reaction is to throw him the fuck off and get the fuck away. Hayama lands on the floor, right on his elbow, with a crash, and Miyaji crosses his arms.
"Listen, you little shit, how many times have I told you not to fucking do that? You can't just surprise me like that, okay? Don't touch me unless I say it's okay, which I. Have. Not. Yet."
Hayama blinks up at him, and then his gigantic eyes fill with tears. Miyaji rolls his eyes.
Hayama clumsily gets up from the floor and then almost falls back down again as he starts to sob.
Miyaji feels really awkward right now, torn between apologizing (even though he hasn't done anything—the damn brat is totally guilting him into this right now) and telling him to just shut the hell up.
"Hey, stop crying," he says.
Hayama looks up, eyes overflowing, and then sobs again. He looks and sounds like a bedraggled kitten left out in the rain.
His tears are dripping onto the floor now. Miyaji has a feeling he's going to regret this, but the sobs are grating and he doesn't want to have to hear them anymore, and Hayama's eyes are red and swelling even larger, so he grabs his arm and flops back onto the couch, pulling Hayama onto his lap.
Hayama sniffles, but his body stops shaking and he starts to breathe more evenly.
"Miyaji-san?"
"What?"
"Can I hold your hand?"
"Whatever."
Hayama clasps Miyaji's hand in his, and it's not as tight of a grip as usual. His nails aren't too sharp, either, and though his pulse is wild Miyaji guesses he can forgive that. For now.
6. Not Allowed to be Easy (Haizaki Shougo/Momoi Satsuki) for anon
There were many boys she could have loved; there were many boys she could have loved. It would have been easy, a happy cliché, for her to fall for Dai-chan, the purehearted boy next door who grew up to be hot and cynical. She could have fallen for Imayoshi, the mysterious evil genius captain, or Susa, the snarky but steady upperclassman. She could have fallen for Tetsu-kun, and she did a bit, but she only really fell for the illusions and misdirection he represented. She could have fallen for someone, anyone else, but she fell for Haizaki.
She was supposed to be the golden, untouchable princess, and he was supposed to be far below her, and if the world arranged itself the way Akashi wanted it to they never would have met. But they did meet, and feelings were irrevocably set in motion. She daydreams about his shaky laughter, back when his hair was wild and his smile was more obviously defensive than malicious. But this isn't about the boy he was, the boy he could have been (well, it is, a little, because without them she never would have thought about him in the first place) but it is about the boy he is, his savage strength, the bruises that appear on her forearm every time he clutches it and pulls her close to him, the ruthlessness in his eyes and how that has replaced mischievousness and hope.
Things are never allowed to just be easy; she's not sure what she even wants—she doesn't want him to be like this; she doesn't want him to change; she wants to be happy but she's not sure she can ever be with him (she's almost positive he can never be happy with her). All she knows is that she loves him, and in the movies that brings clarity and joy but her life is not a movie and they are not supposed to be; destiny is not on their side the way it's on some arbitrary heroine's side. (She doesn't need any help from fate, though; she'll do it on her own if she has to.) But her feelings make it harder for her to breathe when he holds her; they make it harder for her to clutch his hand, for her to sigh when he touches her in the right places. She's stuck in the middle of a dark swamp, and she can't find her way out. She can't even wade through alongside of him, because she has no idea where he stands.
But she can't give up on him even though she knows she should (even though she knows she should have a long time ago).
7. Collarbone (Akashi Seijuurou/fem!Mibuchi Reo) for anon
He gets almost hasty when he's too close, when he spends too much time licking and biting her collarbone and he could probably just get off on that if he really wanted to—but he never does, always insisting on doing it the "right" way, which means actual sex—not that she's complaining.
It's not as if he doesn't give adequate attention to the things that turn her on as well; he makes sure to touch and kiss that one spot behind her left ear that makes her squeal every time (but not too often so it doesn't lose sensation) and he looks at her and she feels so hot she's going to turn to ashes and he makes absolutely sure she knows how much he loves her, how much he cherishes her, with his delicate touches everywhere on her skin, the butterfly kisses, his sweet words. But then he gets going on her collarbone, touching and licking and kissing and biting until he's already shaking and leaking and she has to help him put the condom on and it's bit of a mood-killer, honestly; he doesn't have it completely together and she's horny and annoyed but then he moves inside her and sucks her collarbone until it turns black and blue and sometimes she comes twice because his thrusts are so powerful and even and her collarbone has already become numb from the gnawing.
It takes a while for it to heal, and the bruise spreads like permanent ink and she can't hide it because even the best waterproof makeup doesn't stand a chance with the way she sweats in games. He apologizes, but he's not actually sorry; he's trying to placate her.
She gets that he wants the world to know they're together, but wouldn't it be easier to just hold hands or something? Of course, he can never take the easy way out; he challenges himself and then burns through the challenge like it's not even worth his time, sometimes. But even if she wasn't sure she was worth his time (which, mind you, she knows she absolutely is) he'd make sure she knew it.
Besides, it's nice when he kisses the tooth marks in the morning and traces his fingers over them at night before they go to sleep (she won't let him make fresh ones before the old ones fade) and nuzzles her neck when he's done. He's cute even when he's not, but she can't let it get on her nerves too much.
8. After a Long Day (Takao Kazunari/Mayuzumi Chihiro/Kuroko Tetsuya) for anon
Chihiro is exhausted. Work was hell, today; he barely had time to eat lunch and he forgot his new novel at home so there's nothing to read on the train ride back. He's too paranoid about missing his stop to sleep on the train, so he stares into space and thinks about how shitty his coworkers are and how demanding his boss is and how he'd really like to be reading, damn it. Books take his mind off the tediousness of real life. He's also kind of horny, and perhaps that's what's actually preventing him from falling asleep.
At least he has his keys; he lets himself in and almost collapses in the foyer.
"Chii-chan!" Kazunari runs up to him and hugs him and Chihiro sinks into his arms and gropes his ass.
"Frisky today?" Kazunari says, kissing his cheek. "Tecchan is, too, but I told him we'd wait for you."
"What about you?" Chihiro asks as Kazunari helps with his coat.
Kazunari shrugs and grins. "You know I'm always up for anything. But how was your day?"
"Shitty," says Chihiro frankly.
Kazunari hugs him again. "Well, you're in the right place. Tecchan's drawing up a bath for all of us."
The large bathtub is perhaps the best investment they'd made in the renovations they'd had done to their apartment. All three of them fit inside comfortably and with plenty of room to move around. When they reach the bathroom, Tetsuya is already inside.
"Chii-chan had a bad day," Kazunari says.
Tetsuya nods. "I'm sorry to hear that."
Kazunari and Chihiro disrobe and step in, and it's bliss to Chihiro's aching limbs. He leans back and Tetsuya and Kazunari are immediately tending to him, pressing washcloths to his arms and kisses to his neck.
Well, there's still time for this day to turn around.
9. Not Giving Up (Imayoshi Shouichi/Hara Kazuya) for anon
"I'll wait," says Imayoshi. He picks up his book and starts to flip through it; Hara can't tell if he's really reading (not that he's paying too much attention, anyway).
Hara crosses his arms and snaps his gum a few times, sharp inhalations resulting in very loud cracks. Imayoshi's reaction is a non-reaction; he keeps looking at the pages in front of him.
Hara has absolutely no romantic feelings for this guy. Or at least, he's not supposed to and he's not about to admit he does (that is, if he does, which he's only half figured out). Imayoshi's good in bed and a witty conversationalist, but this isn't love. So Imayoshi can wait all he wants but Hara won't budge. Whatever the feeling-things are that are currently bouncing around in his body and mind, he's not going to waste time analyzing them and assigning a name. Imayoshi should just stop teasing him (but Imayoshi will never stop teasing him or anyone else) and drop the issue, but he can be irritatingly stubborn at times, and it looks like this is one of those times. But Hara will wait for Imayoshi to finish his book; he will wait for Imayoshi to let it rest again and start another conversation. He'll win this time for sure.
10. Without Permission (Imayoshi Shouichi/Sakurai Ryou/Hanamiya Makoto) for anon
Hanamiya flips through the book, lip curling in disgust. "Well, well, it seems you were right, Imayoshi. These protagonists look awfully familiar."
"I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry!" Sakurai cries.
"I reckon it's a little bit too late for that," says Imayoshi. "But what are we going to do about this?"
Hanamiya shrugs. "Well, he clearly needs to be taught a lesson in asking."
Sakurai strains against the bonds keeping him in place. He really wants to cover himself in shame because their words are really turning him on and it's quite visible.
"Hmm," says Imayoshi. "Maybe we should spank him?"
"That's boring," says Hanamiya. "Leave him tied up for a day."
"No, Hana-chan, that's boring."
Sakurai keeps getting more and more aroused.
"Listen," says Imayoshi, turning toward Sakurai. "You can't come unless you ask first, okay?"
Sakurai nods.
"So," says Imayoshi. "I've decided."
"Hey!" says Hanamiya.
"Hana-chan and I are going to come on you."
Hanamiya crosses his arms. "That was my idea."
Imayoshi grins. "I'm not psychic, but I'm absolutely thrilled that you're up for it."
They climb up onto the bed and start stroking themselves. Sakurai strains against the bonds again and again, trying to touch himself and feeling like his entire body is on fire even though he can't.
"Ah! I-Imayoshi-san, can I come?"
Imayoshi pauses. "No, you most certainly cannot."
"We're not done yet," says Hanamiya.
"But…"
"But what? We've already established that you don't know how to listen," says Imayoshi.
Sakurai continues to strain and a few seconds later, Imayoshi and Hanamiya resume their stroking. Sakurai tries to tell his body to calm down but it just won't. He's so close, but he squeezes his eyes shut to block out the view, imagines non-sexual things in his head like deodorant and hats and soap.
He feels a sticky liquid hit his chest and blinks; both Hanamiya and Imayoshi are coming onto him as promised. Sakurai exhales.
"Remember to ask," says Imayoshi.
"Can I come?" asks Sakurai.
"No," says Imayoshi.
"Yes," he says a few seconds later, and Sakurai begins wiggling his body in earnest. Both Imayoshi and Hanamiya give him a few strokes and that just about does it.
"See how well you're rewarded when you ask?" Imayoshi says.
Sakurai nods. "I'm really, really sorry."
"Well, prove you are by not doing it again, then."
11. Rainbows and Halloween in December (Kise Ryouta/Kuroko Tetsuya) for anon
Kuroko answers the door in his pajamas, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
"Oh, I thought it was you, Kise-kun."
He looks so adorable that Kise immediately throws his arms around him. This time, he doesn't duck but (limply) accepts the hug.
"I'm so happy you're so affectionate this morning," Kise whispers into the top of Kuroko's head.
"My reflexes are not working yet," Kuroko replies.
Since Kuroko's not going to make him food, Kise decides to fix himself a bowl of cereal. Kuroko doesn't object, but he sits on the couch and dozes off again. He's adorable when he sleeps, but Kise shakes him awake anyway.
"So did you get my e-mail last night?" Kise asks.
"I was not aware that it needed an immediate reply."
"But Kurokocchi! We have to start planning costumes immediately!"
Kuroko blinks. "It's a costume party?"
"Of course it is!"
"Kise-kun, it's Christmas, not Halloween."
Kise pouts. "You're no fun, Kurokocchi."
"I didn't even say I was going," says Kuroko.
Kise puts down his half-finished bowl of cereal and clasps his hands. "Oh, please, Kurokocchi? It'll be tons of fun!"
"I don't like parties; you know that," says Kuroko.
"But…but…I'll be there…and there's an open bar…"
"I'm not big on alcohol, either."
Kise crosses his arms. It's useless. Kuroko's too stubborn, and even Kise's biggest puppy eyes have never worked on him.
Kuroko reaches out to run his hand through Kise's hair. "I'd rather stay in and watch a holiday movie with you instead."
Kise nearly bursts into tears. The soft smile that Kuroko's giving him right now is a rarer sight than a rainbow, and unquantifiably more beautiful.
12. Competitive (Sakurai Ryou/Takao Kazunari) for anon
He adjusts his hair in the mirror; the temporary extensions are kind of a drag and he's always afraid they'll fall out (although they sure as hell beat a wig in terms of comfort). Still, he looks very pretty today, impossible to distinguish from the actual women here. There's no prize for the mall beauty contest except the glory of winning, which he very much intends to win fair and square. He hikes up his skirt just a little bit more before taking his place in line among the others.
They move at a brisk pace, and soon it's his turn to walk across the stage. He winks and giggles, blowing theatrical kisses to the crowd amid a chorus of whistles, applause, and catcalls. He makes sure to smile at all of the judges. He's very confident he aced it, especially when the groans and the hawk's eye tell him the contestant behind him has fallen and twisted her ankle.
The judges confer for a few minutes and then finally announce the semifinalists.
"Please return to the stage, Takao-chan, Sakurai-chan, and Hanazawa-chan!"
Takao steps back on stage, giggling and waving again. He turns toward the other contestants. Hanazawa is petite and cute, with long, curly blonde hair and the longest, thickest false eyelashes he has ever seen. She's going for some sort of Lolita hybrid look, and she rocks it. Sakurai is…Sakurai Ryou.
"Oh, Sakurai-chan! Hi!" says Takao. (Friendliness always gets brownie points.)
Sakurai blinks. "Takao-chan, um, how nice to see you."
He manages a scared half-smile.
"Hey!" shouts a guy in the audience. "Those hot girls should kiss!"
"Yeah!" shouts another one.
The judges ignore them.
"Kiss, kiss, kiss!" the audience starts chanting.
"Well," says Takao. "What do you say?"
Sakurai presses his lips against Takao's tentatively. Takao fervently hopes Sakurai doesn't bring up his hand and touch the extensions, and as a precaution he intertwines their hands.
"You are disqualified!" shouts one of the judges.
Sakurai pulls Takao closer. "Let's get out of here," he whispers.
"Good idea," says Takao.
13. Lockup (Susa Yoshinori/Imayoshi Shouichi) for anon
The dorms are technically open for winter break, but no one ever stays in them. No one, except apparently Susa and Imayoshi this year. Imayoshi wants to use the opportunity to explore the places on campus he hasn't been; Susa doubts the existence of such places but decides that he might as well tag along, mostly to keep Imayoshi out of too much trouble (he'll get both of them in some sort of trouble for sure, but when left to his own devices there's no one to check his crazier plans and Susa doesn't want a missing, injured, or expelled boyfriend, thank you very much.
Besides, they can hold hands when no one else is here. The cleaning staff is gone by noon and they walk around the empty school buildings. Susa finds it more than a little creepy, but then again it's perfectly suited to Imayoshi if it's like this, isn't it? Their breath freezes in the air and Imayoshi snuggles closer than is strictly necessary for warmth, but Susa's fine with it.
"How about the storage locker? I always wondered what was in there." Imayoshi edges toward the door.
"School supplies," says Susa. "I'm hungry; can we get lunch?"
Imayoshi ignores him and opens the latch. "Or maybe a hidden stash of money?"
Susa snorts. "Of course. That's exactly where they'd put it, where the janitor goes in every day."
"Yes!" says Imayoshi and he shoves Susa in and follows. The door slams shut behind them.
"Isn't it self-locking?" says Susa.
Imayoshi shrugs. "We've got light in here, and plenty of space to do whatever we'd like."
Plenty of space is a bit of an exaggeration.
"You know, if you wanted to have sex that badly, the bed is much more comfortable," says Susa.
"I'm shocked at your boldness, Yoshinori," says Imayoshi.
"How are we going to explain this to the janitor when he opens the closet?" says Susa.
"We'll think of something," says Imayoshi.
Susa crosses his arms.
"Isn't it romantic?" says Imayoshi.
"Not at all," says Susa, but he kisses Imayoshi anyway. (It's not like there's anything else to do.)
14. Beautiful Pain (Tsugawa Tomoki/Sakurai Ryou) for anon
Tsugawa's grin always makes Sakurai a little more nervous than he already is, a little more on guard. But somehow, Tsugawa finds new ways to get under his skin, new insecurities to pick on, new things to pressure him into, and he feels powerless. Sometimes the powerlessness is thrilling; it's exciting to be at Tsugawa's mercy and have no say and Tsugawa thrives on the power. The cycle feeds itself, and the sex is better every time, more painful and drawn out and Sakurai whimpers and cries more, but he comes harder and feels more satisfied. Besides, Tsugawa's okay with cuddling afterwards and actually acting kind of sweet (and he's always appreciative of the breakfast Sakurai makes him the next day) so it balances out and makes him eager for their next session of pain and discomfort.
15. Beautiful Pain (Tsugawa Tomoki/Takao Kazunari) for anon
He was supposed to win this, was supposed to be able to throw off the pressure defense and pass around Tsugawa. It wasn't supposed to be easy, but it was supposed to be doable. He wonders idly if the sophomore who was supposed to be the starting point guard this year will start the next game, will make those perfect passes and get around the defense. But it doesn't matter; he'll never get this one back.
Even though he put what seemed like half a container of sugar in his coffee, it still tastes bitter and bleak. Shin-chan trusted him, gave him that look, his faith—and Takao betrayed it. He couldn't get past Tsugawa, had probably fifteen turnovers (maybe more)—he couldn't take it. What kind of point guard is he? He sighs. He knows that it could be bad luck or a bad game, but even on his worst days he should still stay ahead of the competition. That's why he stays after practice, right?
"Hey! Fancy seeing you here."
"Speak of the devil," Takao mutters.
"What?" Tsugawa blinks at him.
Takao shakes his head.
Tsugawa shrugs and calls over the waiter. "Can I get an orange juice?"
This late in the afternoon? Well, whatever. Takao's not going to comment on it; the less they talk the better as far as he's concerned.
Of course, Tsugawa thinks very differently. He talks Takao's ear off about school, other basketball players, and shit that Takao honestly doesn't care about right now. He tries to block out that bald guy's damn annoying voice, but nothing works.
"Look," Takao says after finally draining the last of his coffee. "I get it. You beat me; you're better. Now go away and stop rubbing it in my face."
"What?" says Tsugawa. "Still hung up on that? Man, life's too short. I mean, you're kind of cute and I thought you might like to play."
Is he fucking serious? Who talks that way? Takao sighs. "I'm…flattered, but no."
"Aw, come on." Tsugawa bats his eyes and for a moment Takao thinks that he actually does look okay, and yeah, he had some decent-sized muscles that Takao was clearly watching during the game and no, no, no. This is not happening.
Tsugawa takes the non-answer as an affirmation and grabs Takao by the hand. "My house is close by, and my parents aren't home!"
Takao thinks about running away, but somehow his feet carry him through the streets, through the door, up the stairs, and into Tsugawa's apartment. Tsugawa doesn't waste time with niceties, something Takao actually kind of appreciates. His hands are rough on Takao's arms and as nimble as his fingers are with a basketball, they're even better at removing clothes. Takao barely has time to notice how well-hung Tsugawa is before Tsugawa shoves Takao's mouth against his cock. Takao would protest, but Tsugawa has no hair for him to grab onto so it's not like Tsugawa could really suck him off. Still, it's weird to have a dick so far down his throat. Tsugawa's hands in his hair actually feel quite nice, though, and before he really notices Tsugawa comes in his mouth and he reflexively swallows.
He's not done, so Tsugawa jerks him off and kisses him on the forehead when he's done.
"You did good," Tsugawa says, stroking Takao's hair.
Takao realizes that he's been had once again—and that he actually doesn't care too much. It's nice to fall asleep in Tsugawa's arms.
16. Decisions (Kiyoshi Teppei/Takao Kazunari/Hyuuga Junpei) for anon
"You're really a pain in the ass, you know?" Hyuuga says.
Takao squirms in Kiyoshi's lap and Kiyoshi hugs him closer. It's not too bad yet.
"So, Kiyoshi, what should we do?"
"I don't know," says Kiyoshi. "You've been a challenging opponent, kid."
"Don't praise him!" Hyuuga shouts. "You're almost as bad, idiot."
Hyuuga frowns and scratches his chin. Takao glares at him.
"Bend him over your knee, Kiyoshi," says Hyuuga. "Let me spank him."
Kiyoshi does as he's told. Hyuuga roughly yanks down Takao's shorts and smacks his ass. It's not all that hard; Takao's pretty sure Hyuuga doesn't have much experience. The second one stings a little more, and the third one a bit more. The sixth one really hurts and he bites back a yelp; Hyuuga's really getting the hang of things. The tenth stirs something inside of him, and he starts getting uncomfortably turned on after at least the sixteenth.
"Um, Hyuuga?" says Kiyoshi.
"What?" says Hyuuga.
"He's hard."
Takao blushes. Why did he have to say that so bluntly?
"Turn him over," says Hyuuga.
Kiyoshi complies. Hyuuga grins and crosses his arms.
"Well, well, well."
17. Punny and Perfect (Izuki Shun/Hyuuga Junpei) for anon
"I'm topping, and that's final," says Hyuuga. "Maybe I am gay, but I'm not going to be the woman in the relationship."
Izuki rolls his eyes. "I'm not the one making a Hyuuge deal about this."
"Shut up," says Hyuuga.
"Besides," says Izuki, "You'll have the gay-test time bottoming me."
"Oh, my god," says Hyuuga. "I won't let you bottom me if you keep making sex puns. Those aren't turn-ons at all."
"Really? Because I couldn't help but notice that nice ass-ist of yours last game. And since you're the shooter, you should let me have that…ass-ist."
Hyuuga's still trying to figure out what the fuck Izuki is talking about when he realizes that he's half-naked and Izuki's stretching him out. Ah, well, he might as well go full-out gay. A captain shouldn't do anything half-assed.
So to speak.
18. Step Up (Mibuchi Reo/Sakurai Ryou) for anon
"I'm sorry!" Sakurai mumbles, bowing frantically.
Mibuchi rolls his eyes. "Whatever. Just get on with it and shoot. It's not like you're going to win, anyway."
"Oh, yeah?" says Sakurai.
Then, he bows and apologizes again. But he shoots the ball in a perfect arc; it nearly misses but circles around the hoop and finally falls through the net. He tosses the ball to Mibuchi, and he takes a clean fadeaway that gets nothing but net.
Before he can pick up the ball, Sakurai's gotten to it. He takes an off-balance shot, but it's deadly accurate and Mibuchi might even say that it swishes straight through the hoop with malice, but that's silly. Basketballs don't have emotions, even if the person who's throwing them does.
"Your move," says Sakurai.
That dangerous look in his eyes is hot, intoxicating almost. Mibuchi cubs Sakurai's chin in his hand and kisses him softly.
After a few seconds, Sakurai shoves him away. "That's cheating; that's notwhat I meant."
The madder he gets, the more attractive he looks and the better he is at basketball, so Mibuchi has absolutely no problem with this.
19. Annoyances (Imayoshi Shouichi/Izuki Shun/Takao Kazunari) for anon
"Imayoshi is so int-Ima-dating!" Izuki declares.
Takao groans and slaps his face. "You can't say it like that, especially when he's right in front of you."
Imayoshi cocks an eyebrow. "Do tell me how I am intimidating."
"Well you always put people off-guard…"
"Stop it," says Takao. "Sometimes your puns are funny, Shun-chan, but…"
"Oh, you want one?" says Izuki.
Takao rolls his eyes. He has no idea if Izuki is playing dumb or trolling or what he's really doing but it's not funny.
"You're unusually impatient, today, Takao," says Izuki. "Something…ruffle your feathers this morning?"
Well, as a matter of fact, his sister had woken him up at 4 AM because of a nightmare and he couldn't fall asleep afterward so, yes.
Imayoshi looks at Takao. "Well, Takao-kun, I reckon there are a lot of ways we could keep his mouth shut."
Oh. Even when he's tired and grumpy, that is a nice possibility.
"What?" says Izuki. "Just because my jokes were on point—"
Imayoshi shoves his hand in Izuki's mouth and unzips his fly. He glances at Takao, and Takao follows suit. Neither of them is hard yet, but that will be taken care of soon. Simultaneously, they shove their dicks into Izuki's mouth.
The warm wetness sharpens Takao's focus and makes him gasp. Izuki gags and sucks, lips stretching from the way Takao's and Imayoshi's cocks are swelling. As he continues to suck and Takao grows more aroused with the way Imyoshi's cock twitches against his and Izuki's tongue swirls around his shaft, Imayoshi kisses him softly.
"Suck harder," Imayoshi commands.
Izuki's eyes are tearing up as he vigorously licks and sucks, trying to take both of them in farther even though his mouth is already filled. He mumbles something incoherent, not that Takao would be able to understand it because the friction between his cock and Imayoshi's and the slickness and hotness of Izuki's mouth are driving him wild.
20. Cleanup (Mayuzumi Chihiro/Mibuchi Reo) for anon
Akashi excused himself early; Hayama escaped somehow; Nebuya got hungry and wandered off. Mibuchi can't be sure of Mayuzumi's whereabouts, so it's probably safe to assume that he's been left alone with the rest of the decorations. There aren't that many left, but it's still kind of a drag. There are a couple of sprigs of mistletoe, some strips of crepe paper, and the tablecloths, all of which can be thrown out, left. Still, it's kind of lonely without any company. He crosses the room over to the tables, but almost trips over Mayuzumi in the middle of the room.
"Oh, so you were here," says Mibuchi. "So you're going to take the—"
Mayuzumi cuts him off with a lingering kiss; he tastes like mint chip ice cream and something bitter and why is Mibuchi noticing this right now? Mayuzumi backs away, smiling that damn evil grin of his, and Mibuchi can only gape. Mayuzumi points upward.
Oh. That goddamn mistletoe.
"You should be careful where you're walking," says Mayuzumi. (Has his voice always been this deep?) "You might just happen to bump into someone in the wrong spot. Just think if it was the captain, hmm?"
Mibuchi takes a deep breath. He doesn't even want to think about that. "But you didn't have to, Chii-chan. No one's here."
"I'm here," says Mayuzumi. "And I'm a man of my honor; aren't you?"
21. Flowers and Beauty (Mibuchi Reo/Hanamiya Makoto) for anon
Reo always slips the collar on without complaint, even pausing several times to look in the mirror and adjusting it. Makoto would like to say that Reo enjoys being his—and he does, in a way, always way too overeager to hold hands in public. But sometimes he tries to take the lead, and that's no good. Makoto is the leader in this relationship, and he makes sure Reo knows that, makes sure to leave enough marks on his neck and the insides of his wrist so that he'll never have enough time to cover it up with all of his makeup, and puts the collar on him, and tells him every day.
And he doesn't ever let Reo actually get away with any of this, okay? When they do something that Reo suggests or wants, Makoto actually wanted to do it all along. Of course he did; only a fool would suggest otherwise. Besides, when it's something Reo wants, too, Reo is extra-affectionate, acts more docile.
"You're being a good boy, today, Reo," Makoto whispers.
And Reo smiles at him and moves closer—and Makoto is beginning to regret praising him, because this is too much and Reo has no shame or sense of decency whatsoever. Give him a millimeter and he takes continents' worth of distance, and his butterfly kisses on Makoto's neck are definitely not nice at all. It's not like they fill a space or take away any sort of ache—that would be silly.
22. Killer Eyes (Imayoshi Shouichi/Mibuchi Reo) for anon
"You're not my type," says Mibuchi.
"Well, what a coincidence," says Imayoshi. "You're not mine, either."
Imayoshi tucks a stray lock of hair behind his ear and leans forward, exposing his rather impressive shoulder muscles. The smile certainly doesn't hurt—emo guys frown and angst a lot, and Imayoshi seems relatively angst-free. Still, though, that doesn't automatically make him Mibuchi's type. For instance, his style sense is sorely lacking. Old t-shirts and khakis aren't exactly in right now, but somehow he pulls it off. Mibuchi has no idea what Imayoshi's type is—and he totally doesn't want to know. And if he did, there'd be no real reason, just idle curiosity. That would be all, really.
"Although you certainly are beautiful," says Imayoshi.
He leans farther forward across the table and opens his eyes a fraction. They're captivating; Mibuchi doesn't have a name for their color other than gorgeous, and he instinctively leans forward as well. Their lips meet, and Imyoshi chomps down hard on Mibuchi's lower lip. Mibuchi grins into the kiss. This sadistic side might prove to be very interesting, and it may be a challenge but he's sure he can match it. If he doesn't, he'll enjoy trying.
23. Just Because (Mibuchi Reo/Takao Kazunari) for anon
The disappointment in their eyes is delicious, the utter blankness and self-loathing—it's obvious on all of their faces except that one adorable little point guard's. His eyes are still burning brightly. He's proved his worth, even if the rest of them are mostly forgettable, and Reo can't wait.
He puts on extra cologne, ignoring Eikichi's and Chihiro's stupid snide remarks about the smell (Eikichi should be one to talk, really) and makes sure his hair looks perfect. He whistles as he exits the locker room. This is going to be good.
He manages to catch Takao looking at the scoreboards, oddly enough. He doesn't look too happy to see Reo.
"Hey, sweetheart," Reo says.
Takao blanches. "What the fuck? You beat me and now you're calling me sweetheart?"
"Of course," Reo says, patting his arm. "Your courage was quite admirable and I must say your skills as a point guard are second only to Sei-chan's."
"Well, that's still second," says Takao, but he doesn't pull away from Reo's arm.
"Let me make it up to you," says Reo. "I'll take you to dinner."
Takao blinks up at him. "Why would you do that?"
"Because I think you're cute," says Reo.
Takao sighs. Even he seems a little defeated; it was less apparent when he was among his utterly destroyed teammates but it can't be denied here. Reo puts his arm around Takao, and Takao accepts.
"You're paying?"
"Darling, that's what taking you to dinner means."
(-)
He proves to be an excellent conversationalist once he opens up, which is very easy at an expensive steakhouse (no need to tell him that it's on the school's tab—and at any rate this dinner for two won't be anywhere near the cost of one of Eikichi's "snacks"). He's very into gymnastics and cartoons, and the look on his face when he's explaining a concept is too adorable for words. He readily accepts Reo's attention to go back to the hotel afterwards for more time together, although he doesn't reach for Reo's hand on the way there. Reo decides to back off for the moment.
He draws Takao a bath and Takao doesn't balk at the idea completely. Reo's feeling a little sore, and he's in peak condition and didn't work nearly as hard as Takao did during the game. Takao sinks back and lets Reo pull him into his arms. He closes his eyes and smiles, and Reo kisses him on the forehead.
"Wait," mumbles Takao. "We can do it in a few minutes, but I'm a little stiff right now."
Reo screams internally. Sex was definitely the end goal, but he was prepared to go without, due to Takao's frustration and tiredness, but it looks as if these two factors will be working in his favor tonight. And he never expected Takao to be the one to expect it. He still doesn't believe it until Takao rolls over in the water and kisses him full-on.
(-)
He carries Takao to bed and lends him some spare pajamas. Takao smiles at him the whole time, following Reo with his eyes, not even using hawk eyes. Reo crawls in beside him and pulls Takao into his arms. Takao snuggles into his chest.
"Hey, Reo-chan?"
"Hmm?"
"Let's do this again?"
He is just way too damn cute. It shouldn't be legal.
24. Steadying Each Other (Kasamatsu Yukio/Takao Kazunari) for anon
Of course, in the end, he's just a servant, not really a partner or an equal, at least in that sort of sense. He'd slunk off with the first guy he'd seen, a guy who wasn't at all like Takao, and if he wanted Takao's honest opinion (not like he even looked back for a second) the guy was kind of sleazy.
"Well, he shouldn't blame me if he ends up with herpes," Takao mumbles. He's just tipsy enough to think that's funny and he giggles, falling backward and onto some other guy leaning on the bar.
"Oi, watch it," says the other guy.
Takao blinks. "Kasamatsu-san?"
"Oh, it's Takao," says Kasamatsu.
He casts his eyes downward; Takao wonders if he's wondering the one game they'd played against each other, Kasamatsu's last—no, it's better not to think about it, better not to think about a certain tall green-haired shooting guard and his double-double that night.
They settle into a silence, sipping their drinks.
"I'll buy," says Takao.
He might as well make some other miserable man a little bit happier even if he's doomed to slink home alone tonight and dream of bandaged hands.
Kasamatsu flushes. "I…okay."
And then he kisses Takao. It's unexpected, but not terrible. Kasamatsu doesn't seem all that experienced, but he's forceful and intuitive. He tastes like gin, not Takao's favorite flavor but better when it's on someone else's lips. So maybe he'll have company tonight. He hums into the kiss and Kasamatsu just pushes back harder.
(-)
They make it to Takao's apartment fairly quickly and make it to the bed almost as soon as they're inside. Their hands are slipping against each other and they're both horny and agitated and rougher than is strictly necessary. Kasamatsu's a forceful top and Takao enjoys bottoming him; it's…good. Kasamatsu may be inexperienced, but he knows the ins and outs of his own body and they're similar enough so that what works on him works on Takao. He winds his hands through Takao's hands as he moves in and out, sending pleasure up and down Takao's torso. He comes first but keeps moving, considerate of Takao's needs, too, and after he comes Takao kisses Kasamatsu appreciatively.
Kasamatsu sits up and starts to get dressed, but Takao pulls him back down.
"Please don't go."
"But…I…" Kasamatsu stutters.
"I want to do this again." Takao knows he's not being totally clear about what he wants, and it's the sleepiness and satiation talking instead of his actual feelings.
Kasamatsu pauses.
"I think I like you," says Takao. "So please, stay at least for now?"
Kasamatsu sighs and mutters something under his breath that Takao can't make out. Takao spoons him and it's only a matter of seconds before he's asleep, face pressed against the back of Kasamatsu's neck.
25. Meow (Hayama Kotarou/Mibuchi Reo/Takao Kazunari) for anon
Reo never expected both of them to be able to hold him down. Kotarou weighs all of, like, two kilograms, and Kazunari's so tiny and wiry. They're like two cats, claws out and fangs bared, staring down at a little bird they'll share (Reo likes to think of himself as a very beautiful bird, thank you very much).
Kotarou licks his lips and then starts kissing up and down Reo's neck. It's kind of arousing, yeah, and kind of cute at the same times. Then Kazunari joins him and they both start biting and sucking at once. Reo wants to squirm; it's uncomfortable, all of this sensation—but he stops himself. He doesn't want them to stop; he doesn't want to hurt them with a badly-placed knee or elbow.
They move down his body, to his torso, unbuttoning his shirt methodically and kissing each part as it's revealed, sucking on his nipples together (here he bucks up his knees and then spreads his legs despite his mind telling him not to) and then flicking as they keep moving downward. They tug at the top of his jeans, and Reo whines. He reaches out his hands, now free from pressure, and tries to palm both of them at once but they move out of the way and smirk. Reo frowns.
They move back and Reo succeeds; they both mewl in harmony like cats in heat.
They pull out Reo's cock and fist it both at once, and move their hands at an agonizingly slow pace. Reo rolls his hips and moves his entire body at once and they still don't increase the pace much. He groans in frustration; their grins widen. It's horribly unfair; it's like torture. They're terrible, teasing him like this, holding the power together, squeezing their hands like this, reacting to every move and noise he makes with little giggles. It feels like forever before they're moving fast enough for him to get close, and then he stays there for another eternity while they drag it out and he finally comes.
They clean him off while he falls asleep, too exhausted to help them (besides, they should do it; it's their fault he's so tired). He stays half-awake long enough to feel both of them rest their heads on his chest and curling up in the crook of his shoulders.
26. Special Kind of Hell (Imayoshi Shouichi/Kasamatsu Yukio) for anon
Imayoshi's hand traces over Kasamatsu's abs and Kasamatsu flinches, biting back a moan. Imayoshi's terrible grin widens. His mouth ghosts over Kasamatsu's neck, coming close to touching, breath tickling but he does not laugh. He does not make a sound.
"Aw, Yuki-chan, you're no fun," Imayoshi croons.
"Fuck off," says Kasamatsu.
Imayoshi takes off his glasses and moves in closer, pressing their noses together. Kasamatsu shudders. His mind is screaming for his body to push away Imayoshi, but he can't, won't, somehow, and his hands end up cupping Imayoshi's ass. Imayoshi hums.
"I reckon we should kiss right now."
And Kasamatsu tilts his head forward, meeting his lips against dry and sour ones. Tonight is going to be a special kind of hell, isn't it?
27. Mimicry (Kise Ryouta/Hanamiya Makoto/Takao Kazunari) for anon
Makoto doesn't know if he should be annoyed or impressed that he can't tell whose tongue is licking his chest with the blindfold on, or whose hands are pinching at his thighs (they have different-sized fingers, but he still can't tell; the way they touch and imitate each other is perfect—but it's not, because if it were perfect it wouldn't be so frustrating because he's a genius, damn it; he shouldn't be fooled by two idiot cockteases like this, so he's settling on annoyed with a side of angry).
He reaches out and scratches at skin, hoping for a yelp to betray the voices, but they are both silent but for the synchronized breathing and panting and his own sighs, ripped without consent from his throat. Damn these two; damn them both. It feels so good, but his mind is shutting off the pleasure and he won't be truly sated until he figures out which one is which.
28. New Year (Susa Yoshinori/Imayoshi Shouichi) for anon
"You're no fun, Yoshinori," says Shouichi.
"Whatever," says Yoshinori. "I'm tired. I'm not going to stay up for fireworks."
"We can sleep in tomorrow," says Shouichi.
"We can do that even if we go to sleep right now. And you don't even have to sleep right now. You can stay up for the fireworks."
"Then it wouldn't be romantic."
Yoshinori sighs. "You're not going to quit bugging me about this?"
"Bug you? Me? Why, Yoshinori, I would never."
"Sure," says Yoshinori.
"Is that sarcasm in your voice? I'm wounded!"
Yoshinori snorts. "They always said you were one of the smart ones."
He doesn't make a move to get up, and Shouichi smiles wider and moves closer. Somehow, he knew he'd get his way.
29. Vision (Iwamura Tsutomu/Kasuga Ryuuhei) for anon
"So this is it, huh?" says Kasuga. He claps Iwamura on the shoulder, but seems unable to remove his hand.
Iwamura nods. "Yeah." His voice cracks.
Kasuga hugs him, presses his face deep into Iwamura's chest and tries desperately to blink back these damn stupid unshed tears. It's just basketball; it's just basketball. He repeats the phrase over and over again in his head like a mantra but it doesn't help. Iwamura squeezes him tightly, presses kisses to the top of his head, and then he feels Iwamura's tears falling on top of him and can no longer stop his own eyes from leaking.
They don't let go of each other until they've both stopped crying, preferring to keep the illusion of dignity and letting the other feel but not see—because the sight would destroy them both completely.
30. Pep Talk (Aomine Daiki/Sakurai Ryou) for anon
Sakurai's lip quivers and he crumples off the paper. He tosses it across the room into the wastebasket, a perfect shot, but he looks angry.
"What is it this time?" Aomine says.
"I can't draw a bulldozer!" Sakurai shouts, slamming his fists on the bed. "I'm a terrible artist; I'm horrible. I'm never going to make it. I'm sorry for wasting your time with making you critique my art when it's never going to end up anywhere and I'm never going to be anything—"
Aomine covers Sakurai's mouth with his hand.
"Shut up, Ryou. You aren't worthless."
He takes his hand away after a few seconds.
"Now listen up. When you talk shit about yourself it's annoying as hell, especially because it's not true. I don't know shit about art but your stuff looks good, like, really good. Like, I wouldn't be able to tell the difference between you and a professional mangaka. And I don't know, maybe some super critic could, but most people are more like me and don't care too much about that stuff. And you're this good when you're seventeen, and you're only going to get better."
Sakurai blinks. "I…I'm so sorry for saying things that aren't true and for annoying you and, and…"
"Don't apologize so much, either; that's really fucking annoying."
Sakurai gulps and nods.
Shit. He doesn't look any happier. Aomine pats him on the head, and Sakurai gives him a nervous smile-like expression. Well, that's still not good enough. Without warning, he reaches up Sakurai's shirt and starts tickling. Sakurai's mouth twitches and he starts to giggle. It devolves into full-blown laughter after a few more seconds and Aomine adds his other hand, pouncing on top of Sakurai. That smile is exactly what he likes to see.
31. Don't You Get It (Akashi Seijuurou/fem!Mibuchi Reo) for mjssvanny
She sat up and prepared to leave, as she did every morning after she spent the night at his place, the walk of shame in yesterday's uniform to the school gates, paranoia of people looking at her and knowing—she was ready to face it, ready to put on her sweater and buy breakfast on the way out. As always, he reached out his arm, and she turned to face him, to kiss him goodbye on the cheek.
This time, he sat up. She froze.
"Don't you get it yet?" He looked a little undone with his hair messy like that and his shirt buttoned wrong.
"Get what?" she half-whispered.
"I want you to stay," he said, pulling her close to him.
She blinked.
"Please, Reo," he murmured into her hair. "Stay. Walk to school with me."
"Why?" she asked.
"Don't you get it yet?" he repeated. "I love you."
32. Tissues (Takao Kazunari/Momoi Satsuki) for anon
She's somewhere in her third box of tissues when he sits beside her, gently draping his arm around her slim shoulders. She slides into his grip and he pulls her closer. She sobs into his jacket and he lets her; it's less wasteful this way and his shoulder is far more sturdy than her trembling hand.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks.
She shakes her head against his jacket and sobs again, reaching her arms around his torso and squeezing. Her grip is strong, stronger than usual (and she's no weakling). He sighs; he hates seeing her like this. It's not often she's this shaken up; usually she projects happiness on top of her worries or doesn't let it get to her too much, but sometimes even she can't take it, and in these times he needs to be there for her. And he will be, for however long it takes for her tears to dry and for the sobs to become sniffles and then breaths, and for the swelling in her eyes to disappear, and beyond, to listen, to support. And he knows she'd do the same for him.
33. Mess (Nakamura Shinya/Hayakawa Mitsuhiro)
Hayakawa's never going to stop trying to talk with his mouth full, waving his arms and jabbing his utensils everywhere (why anyone has ever let him near a knife Nakamura will never know). He's almost completely unintelligible, words muffled and lisped and way too fast and Nakamura always has to ask him to slow down just a little bit and he's always a bit afraid Hayakawa will be mad (somehow he never is; he's really too good-natured to actually exist).
He's a messy eater, too, and always ends up with something stuck to the corner of his mouth or his nose (somehow) or his cheek. It's so utterly Hayakawa and so cute that Nakamura can't resist wiping it off for him with a napkin or sometimes with his thumb. Hayakawa always stops talking to try and see where Nakamura's hand is on his face and ends up grabbing his hand and kissing it when he's done. Nakamura averts his eyes, but then Hayakawa grabs Nakamura's tie and leans in until their foreheads touch.
(That's about as much as either of them can handle right now.)
34. Ocean (Imayoshi Shouichi/Aomine Daiki)
They set out on the water before dawn, silent but for the boat sounds (Aomine likes to imagine they're a shark in the water, preying on unsuspecting fish, but they're really more like a whale, slow-moving and with no real direction other than "away from land"). By the time the sun is clear of the horizon, they've set the traps and Aomine is dozing in the sun, waves and the smell of salt lulling him to sleep.
Imayoshi drops a live fish on his head some time around noon. Aomine yelps and starts flopping around because he's just had a face full of fins and he was having a lovely dream about a busty cheerleader. The boat rocks dangerously and Aomine stiffens; Imayoshi catches the fish in his hands and somehow it doesn't slip away from his grip.
"You should be more careful," says Imayoshi.
He's looking out at the way the sunbeams filter through the clouds and onto the surface of the water, but Aomine can tell he's smirking. Either way, having this argument yet another time isn't worth it (but there's no way he's getting back to that cheerleader now).
They catch enough lobsters in the traps to sell and have some to eat themselves that night, dip the juicy tails into butter melted over the stove as they lean their elbows forward on the table. Even after the meal, Imayoshi tastes like the bitter saltiness of the open ocean when he fists a hand in Aomine's shirt and kisses him.
35. Shut Up (Hara Kazuya/Yamazaki Hiroshi)
The first time they get past first base, Yamazaki makes it abundantly clear that everything he knows about sex he knows from watching low-quality free internet pornos. It would be laughable if Hara didn't want to actually come at some point—it occurs to him that he really should record this weird warbling sound that Yamazaki apparently thinks is sexy and play it for everyone, but then he remembers that he was expecting to not be able to think coherently right now.
It's not like he thought Yamazaki was a sex god or something, but he honestly didn't think it would be this bad. Jerking off to still photos on the internet would be better than this.
"Yamazaki, shut up," says Hara.
Yamazaki scowls. "That's not very sexy."
"Neither is whatever the hell you're doing. Can you just blow me or something?"
Yamazaki blinks.
"Like, put my dick in your mouth and suck on it."
"I know what you mean," Yamazaki grumbles.
He wiggles down on the bed, another thing that he probably means to be sexy—seriously, it's like he prepared a script or something. Hara might think it was cute—if he wasn't himself and Yamazaki wasn't Yamazaki.
Apparently, Yamazaki does know how to give a decent blow job. It's too bad Hara's cock can't be in his mouth all the time, because if it was Yamazaki probably wouldn't say so much dumb shit.
36. Perfect Ache (Fukuda Hiroshi/Furihata Kouki)
Fukuda's never rough, always soft with his kisses and touches and motions, and it's boring. Furihata's not a priceless vase; he's a person, and if Fukuda thinks he'll break if he presses too hard on muscle and bone with his fingertip, he doesn't know Furihata at all.
"See, the thing is," Fukuda says sheepishly, "you're so gorgeous and I don't want to do anything to mess that up."
"I'm okay with it," says Furihata, and he waits until Fukuda's staring into his eyes to say it. And then he says it again.
Something in his voice releases something deep within Fukuda, and he bites against Furihata's neck. Furihata gasps; it feels thrilling and intimate and it aches in a perfect way.
Fukuda looks up. "Was that…?"
Furihata doesn't know if he'd finish that with "too little" or "too much", and he doesn't want to know, either. He swallows Fukuda's words in his mouth before they can be uttered and feels Fukuda's mouth gradually soften into a smile against him.
He doesn't have to ask again.
37. Video Games (Takao Kazunari/Kuroko Tetsuya) for anon
Tetsuya leans back against Kazunari's chest. "This really can't be a convenient position."
"Hmm, I guess not," says Kazunari. "I can still see the screen, and that wouldn't really be a problem anyway."
He presses a kiss to the side of Tetsuya's neck and Tetsuya squirms.
"Please stop that," says Tetsuya. "I won't be able to concentrate."
Kazunari hums and rests his chin on Tetsuya's shoulder. Tetsuya allows this, grazes the inside of Kazunari's ankle with his foot (that's fouler play than a kiss on the neck, if anyone's asking Kazunari) and focuses his face on the loading screen.
They play a few rounds of fighting, but honestly it's kind of boring. Kazunari would rather watch Tetsuya furrow his brow just the slightest bit and feel his body tense up. Tetsuya is fascinating, much more so than an animated superhero fighting match. Tetusuya's character wins, and Kazunari drops his controller.
"Good game," he says, and kisses Tetsuya on the neck again.
Tetsuya sighs. Kazunari trails kisses up Tetsuya's neck and over his jaw and cheek and hugs Tetsuya tighter to his chest. Tetsuya turns his head to the side and meets Kazunari's lips with his own. Kazunari hears the second controller fall to the ground and then Tetsuya shifts his weight and turns. He's now sitting sideways on Kazunari's lap, and he brings one hand up to rest on the side of Kazunari's head. His touch is hot and Kazunari leans into it, reflexively closing his eyes.
A key clicks in the lock. Kazunari frowns. Tetsuya had said that his grandmother would be on a day trip with her senior citizens group and his parents would be working all day. Tetsuya doesn't seem particularly fazed about the intruder, so perhaps that's a good sign.
The door bangs open.
"Hello, Kagami-kun."
"Kuro—" Kagami doesn't even finish the name. He seems to register the scene before him, the television and the dropped controllers and Tetsuya and Kazunari. Kazunari grins and waves.
"Long time, no see."
Kagami manages to stagger forward, gaping, and Midorima pushes past him.
"I don't see what has caused you to lose your ability to speak so—what."
Midorima starts to stammer, unable to form full words or sentences but seemingly more able to function than Kagami. Tetsuya sighs and gets up.
"I'll make some tea."
Once they've all gathered around the kitchen table, Kagami and Midorima seem to have regained the color in their cheeks and the use of their vocal cords.
"Since when were you two…doing that? Why didn't you tell me?"
Tetsuya shrugs. "About a month."
Midorima glares at Kazunari, pushing up his glasses. "I understand why Kuroko did not inform this idiot of your, ah…relationship. But why didn't you tell me?"
"We didn't want to let anyone know," says Kazunari. "It was fun keeping it all to ourselves, you know…no one prying into our relationship. I thought we would have been found out by now, but…"
"Again, I understand why you wouldn't want too much publicity. But am I not your best friend?"
"Did you hear that, Tecchan? Shin-chan said I was his best friend!"
"Clearly, I'm not," says Midorima.
"Aw, don't be mad," says Kazunari. "You were the first to know. Come to think of it, why are you guys here, anyway?"
"We met on the way over," says Kagami. (His face is still red and he's still not breathing evenly, but he seems to be taking it better than Midorima overall.) "He was looking for you, and he knew you were at Kuroko's house, so I offered to let him in because I had a key."
"Tecchan, why does he have a key to your house?"
"In case Kagami-kun gets lonely."
Kazunari starts. "What? Are you cheating on me?" He's only half-kidding.
"Kagami-kun lives by himself, so in case he wants to come over if he's tired of cooking for himself and wants the company of others, he always has an open invitation."
Kazunari snakes an arm around Tetsuya's waist and Tetsuya leans into him. He looks up and gives Kazunari what on him passes for a reassuring smile and Kazunari smiles back. Even if Tetsuya did at some point have romantic feelings for him, Kagami wouldn't have noticed, anyway.
"Well," says Midorima. "I suppose I'll allow it."
Kazunari snorts.
"You could do much worse, Takao."
"What the hell do you mean by that, huh?" says Kagami. "You saying Kuroko's not good enough?"
"I never said that," says Midorima.
"But you implied it."
"I never thought you were intelligent enough to understand something that subtle."
Kazunari looks at Tetsuya; Tetsuya nods. Quietly, they slip back into the living room.
38. Possession (Kagami Taiga/Aomine Daiki) for anon
Aomine's hot; Kagami would be the first one to admit that. He could spend (and, as a matter of fact, he has spent) hours just thinking about how toned his thighs are and the width of his shoulders and the definition of his abs and his back muscles, oh, god the back muscles, and the way he moves is something else entirely, fluid and sleek and gorgeous as fuck (and don't get Kagami started on Aomine's sweet, tight ass and his ridiculous arms). But he's very uncomfortable with other people finding Aomine attractive—not that they shouldn't, because he won't stand for his boyfriend to be called unattractive, either. But they shouldn't even think about putting the moves on Aomine because Aomine belongs 100% to Kagami. Kagami's not jealous or worried; he knows he stands up damn well against any potential competition, and that's not the issue. He just doesn't like that other people look at Aomine like he's a piece of meat, like he could be theirs, like he's already theirs and doesn't know it already.
(Besides, there's the added bonus of Aomine's smirk when Kagami puts his arm around his waist or intertwines their fingers, and as much as Aomine is Kagami's Kagami is Aomine's.)
39. Not (Hayama Kotarou/Kiyoshi Teppei)
Kotarou isn't soft, physically; he's all bony elbows and recesses and dents around his hips and collarbones that jut out awkwardly and he forgets to cut his nails and they dig into Teppei's wrist when he grabs it because he can't reach all the way around. He's got no problem comparing his own teeth to fangs, refuses to get them filed down. His voice is like a smoke alarm with a low battery, ear-splittingly loud and continuous. His words have a sharp flavor, sometimes unintentionally, but they still sting (he's made a lot of enemies) and most of his smiles, baring those teeth of his, glint dangerously.
But to Teppei, Kotarou is softness itself, the mussed-up morning bedhead and hands entwined inside down coat pockets and slow blinks and the cushion under his knee and a genuine laugh and lying in the blanket of grass and looking up at the clouds; Kotarou is the cliché softness of the clouds themselves—he knows they're made of water but they conjure up something entirely different in his mind.
40. Glad (Susa Yoshinori/Wakamatsu Kousuke)
Wakamatsu's still got a hair trigger temper, screams obscenities when he stubs his toe and automatically whirls around and pushing the blame on someone whenever something goes wrong and is generally loud and angry about a lot of things and it's best not to inquire about what.
But sometimes he's quiet, much more often than he was once. His mouth creases into a jagged but somehow soft smile; his hands are relaxed rather than clenched into fists; he sits at ease. Susa's glad of it, whatever the reason, not just because he's more pleasant to be around or because happiness looks good on him (although those are most certainly true)—there are a million reasons that he can't explain, like the way his mind goes blank when Wakamatsu really grins and the way he kind of likes it when Wakamatsu engulfs him in a crushing, happy embrace.
He kisses Wakamatsu on the forehead before they go to bed and Wakamatsu hugs him again, pushing their bodies together with all his might.
"I love you," Susa says softly.
"Yeah," says Wakamatsu. "Yeah, I love you, too."
Then, as almost an afterthought, when they're already drifting off, Wakamatsu adds, "You make me happy."
Susa wakes up the next morning with his hand cupping Wakamatsu's cheek.
41. Fadeaway (Mibuchi Reo, Akashi Seijuurou)
Who decided on the name "fadeaway" for a shot like that? From a technical standpoint, it makes some sense—the shooter is falling and moving away from the defender while he shoots, but in a way it's the opposite of fading. The shot is strong (if it is a good one); the shooter makes something of a surge forward.
And Reo certainly does not fade. Even Akashi cannot tear away his eyes from the sight of his beautiful fadeaway, the perfect release of the ball from his fingers, the angle at which he falls backwards, the length of his arms. It is then that he appears as a demon, truly terrible and fearsome and captivating. If anything, he burns brighter the farther he falls.
Akashi lets himself smile for a moment, but then he casts out these thoughts. They have a game to play right now; he can think about semantics later.
42. Echoes (Kuroko Tetsuya/Furihata Kouki)
They'd made plans to practice outside; both of them have the day off from their part-time jobs. Of course it would rain today after two straight weeks of sun. It's not a light drizzle or intermittent showers; it's a full-on downpour.
The community gym is open; no one actually wants to go out in this today just to go to the indoor basketball court. Their hair drips onto the floor, and the squeak of their wet sneakers on the dirty floor echoes across the gym, empty but for the two of them. Soon enough, they're breathing too hard and they've lost track of the score and they lean against the wall to try and steady themselves.
Kuroko's somehow managed to muster up some of his long-gone misdirection because his dry lips smash against Furihata's. Furihata's sure his heartbeat is so loud it echoes across the gym louder than their footsteps did, louder than the roar of a gameday crowd would.
43. Drum (Mibuchi Reo/Hayama Kotarou)
Kotarou drums his fingers on Reo's arm when they're just sitting and doing nothing, and at first it annoys Reo. He tells Kotarou to stop; Kotarou continues anyway—and he gets used to it. It's actually pleasant, sometimes, when they're in bed and half asleep and the drumming is steady and slow and keeps Reo from falling into another dream, or when they're sitting on the couch watching television together. Kotarou's always in motion, anyway; if it wasn't the drumming he'd be tapping his foot or bobbing his head to some invisible rhythm. And it's kind of cute and more than a little reassuring the way Kotarou's always touching him, always in some sort of contact, like he needs to feel Reo's skin under his. At this point in time, Kotarou's touch is more familiar and comforting than his favorite sweater or the right position on the couch.
And he's like a dog wagging his tail; the faster he drums the more happy and excited he is, and lately Reo's had to wonder if this is what it feels like to be a basketball, dribbled by Kotarou—but the matching smile and the way Kotarou snuggles down into Reo's chest make thoughts of basketball disappear.
44. Thankful (Susa Yoshinori/Kobori Kouji)
Life is chaotic. Work is stressful; familial duties are many; Susa barely has time to think for himself sometimes. But somehow he'll come home on Friday night and Kouji will have already made dinner and they ease into a comfortable silence. With his friends, there's this pressure to talk about work or life or something, but Kouji knows how Susa's sick of talking and thinking about work and how all he wants to do is catch his breath.
They go out for ice cream afterward, and Susa insists on paying, because fair is fair and Kouji made dinner. The early spring breeze, Kouji's hand on the small of his back, the sweetness of pistachio ice cream melting in his mouth—this is it; the stress is melting away.
"Thanks," Susa murmurs into Kouji's collar.
"Mm." Kouji kisses him lightly on the forehead. His lips are still sticky from the ice cream.
45. Enough Time (Kise Ryouta/Takao Kazunari)
Their archnemeses are time and space, always coming together to force them apart—one with its scarcity and the other with its abundance. Voices over phones are filled with static; video feeds cut out; text on a screen conveys far less than they need.
When Kise comes to Tokyo, he's always got work and then his sisters want to see him and then he has to get the last train back to Kanagawa so he can get to school on time and between all of these things he barely has time to eat, let alone see Takao. Sometimes, Takao meets him at McDonald's when he has forty-five minutes left before the train and they buy large diet sodas and hold hands under the table while they talk and sometimes when they get desperate they jerk each other off in the dark alley by the train station, both of them keeping as quiet as they can. This isn't how to do a relationship properly; everything is rushed and in the wrong order and with the wrong frequency and they don't know what to say (wanting and liking is not enough, but loving seems like too much) so they tread carefully around the issues and only speak of fickle things. They're both good at pouring out their hearts to strangers or less-receptive friends, but when someone who's paying such close attention is listening everything is turned on its head.
The train pulls away from the station, and Takao wishes desperately that they'll have enough time to figure out how to say what really matters before it's too late.
46. Rust (Imayoshi Shouichi/Sakurai Ryou)
Sakurai always smells like spices and something fresh (not fresh linen or fresh fruit, something different that Imayoshi can't put his finger on) and a trace of rust, enough to make him off-putting in just the way that Imayoshi likes. He tastes rusty, too, bitter and sort of like blood even when Imayoshi doesn't bite the inside of his lips; his tongue is hot and wet and soft and way too tentative, so Imayoshi has to take the lead even when he really doesn't want to, and he's getting tired of finding new ways to push Sakurai to the edge over and over again. Still, the way Sakurai whines and flinches under Imayoshi's touch never gets old, and neither does the way he jerks his head up and pushes his rusty tongue into Imayoshi's mouth at exactly the right time.
47. Unpredictable Weather (Susa Yoshinori/Kobori Kouji)
They said it would be cloudy, not a torrential downpour, but apparently they lied. Susa sighs, wiping the gathered raindrops from his eyebrows and upper lip and right cheek where they've somehow stuck, trying to stomp off all the water from his boots on the carpet outside of Kobori's door.
"Got caught in the rain, huh?" Kobori says with that wry smile of his that grasps at Susa's stomach and makes him want to kiss it off Kobori's face.
So he does, raindrops rubbing off on the roughness of Kobori's unshaven chin and water dripping from his hair onto Kobori's shoulder and the hardwood floor. His sweater is soaking Kobori's t-shirt, and Kobori doesn't care. He leans into the clammy coldness of Susa's body briefly before he straightens up.
He walks down the hall and Susa follows, taking off his sweater and shoes. The floor is warm, and the kitchen is warmer still. The teapot is steaming on the stove; Kobori hands Susa a cup and takes one for himself. By the time Susa takes the first sip there's already a warmth spreading inside of him, and when he bumps knees with Kobori under the table it only increases.
48. Curtain (Yamazaki Hiroshi/Furuhashi Koujirou)
Furuhashi always passive-aggressively shuts the curtains every morning, blocking the light and going right back to sleep on the edge of the bed. It's always tempting to push him off and sometimes Yamazaki does, especially when he's kind of enjoying the early morning light and actually waking up in the morning for once. Furuhashi tells him not to be such a self-centered idiot and closing the curtains had nothing to do with Yamazaki and that he should learn to deal with it. Yamazaki gets up and opens the curtains again and Furuhashi's completely awake by now, which means there's a slim chance of sloppy morning shower sex. (Not that Furuhashi doesn't know what Yamazaki's doing, but that doesn't seem to matter.)