Kajimoto Takahisa had not been prepared to get pounced the second he stepped into the room he shared with Kirihara Akaya. And since he was unprepared, he fell back against the door, his back closing it shut. Orange locks tickled his neck.

"Wa-Wakato!" he stuttered, pushing at the shorter's shoulders. Their eyes met, a devilish smirk on Wakato's lips that made shivers run down Takahisa's spine.
Those same lips searched out his own, one of Wakato's hands supporting himself against the door, the other traveling beneath his shirt.
"Nee.." the redhead breathed into his ear. "Won't you.. entertain me, 'hisa?"
Kajimoto shivered when Wakato sucked at his earlobe, eyes half-lidded. He managed to nod slightly, causing that smirk on his fuku-buchou's lips to widen, the shorter leaning to lick down his neck, pulling away just enough to pry the shirt off of the brunette's chest. Takahisa lifted his arms and the shirt was pulled off entirely and thrown to the floor.
Takahisa supported himself by grabbing onto the back of Wakato's shirt, fingers in a tight grip on the fabric. The redhead pulled at his legs, hooking them around his hips as Takahisa kissed Wakato's face where ever he could reach, glad that he didn't have to support himself anymore, with his back pressing against the door. He didn't trust his legs to bear him any longer.

Wakato's left hand searched the shelves, finding lotion and managing to squeeze some onto his fingers. He listened to the small moans and mewls that escaped his buchou's lips when he pushed a finger inside.
"W-Wakato..." Takahisa breathed, one hand snaking between them, reaching for their still clothed erections. He pulled their trousers down as well as their underwear, moaning when two more fingers entered him.
Still clinging to each other, they sank to the floor, Wakato on top of the slim captain.

In the middle of it all, the door was opened, and Akaya was just about to step into the room when he spotted the two older players on the floor. A blush spread on his cheeks, and he bit his bottom lip as he backed out. Damn, he wouldn't be able to set a foot in the room at all tonight! Couldn't they at least lock the stupid door?

Akaya flopped down on Kamio's bed, pouting. "I can't enter my room!" he complained loudly to Sengoku, who closed the door after coming back from his shower.
"Why not?" the orange-haired teen asked, still working on drying his hair.
"Because my roommate and that 'Change over'-dude, decided to go screw each other!"
"Don't use such crude language, shounen." Sengoku said playfully, pushing at Akaya's nose so it reminded that of a pig's snout. "You're too cute for such words."
"I'm not cute." Akaya said, swatting the older's hand away.
The door opened and closed, and Kamio sat down on the bed next to Akaya. "You're right. You're the most uncute guy I know." he said, flicking his new friend on the forehead.
"You can sleep here, as long as you don't do anything inappropriate."
"Yeah yeah."
Sengoku grinned. "Now, now, Kirihara-kun. What do you say in a situation like this?"
Akaya stuck out his tongue, but smiled sheepishly at the glare he received from the Fudomine-student. "Thanks."
"Good boy." Sengoku laughed and patted him on the head, making Akaya snarl.
"Stop that."

A/N: I actually wrote the part from when Akaya comes into Kamio's and Sengoku's room first and didn't really have much plans with it, and it turned into this. Maa, ii wa.