Title: BFFs.
Author: SYNdicate 930.
Summary: AU. Feelings get in the way of everything. Especially when you're BFFs, or Best Fuck Friends. And when Kaijou is subject to damage after a thunderstorm one night, things begin to heat up as Kise transfers to Touou. AoKise. YAOI.
Note: Now I need help with whether Kise calls Momoi Satsukicchi or Momoicchi. I'm just going to assume it's Momoicchi since he uses their last names dsfbkcxv lol OH! And thanks for such nice reviews! Since you guys seem to like it so far, here's chapter 2 c: Also, I've realized most chapters will have some kind of smut scene and, uh, stay tuned for that? LOL. orz.
Chapter 2 – Stormy Weather.
huh? again? Σ(゜ロ゜;) eeeeeeh! thats the fifth day in a row! Aominecchi is a monster!
is that a yes or a no?
fiiiiine, i'll be there in half an hour!
Rain began to fall the moment Aomine shoved his phone into his pocket in Maji's, a light drizzle looking more than okay as they continued to eat. It did not look like much, so they shrugged off the strange change in weather to continue their ever-lasting conversation about the one and only Kuroko Tetsuya. Aomine listened to his friend babble about the stoic boy in slight concern until they were somehow able to steer the conversation away from him.
It was only until they threw out their garbage and dropped their empty trays atop the plastic bin that they noticed it get worse outside. It was strange considering how it never rained that harshly in the spring, only ever getting that bad every once in a while in the summer.
Instead of waiting it out, Aomine and Momoi rushed out of Maji's before things could get worse. Luckily for them, she had an umbrella in her bag, and held it out for the two of them. It was a rather uncomfortable walk for Aomine, who walked with his back slouched in order to stay under the umbrella.
With her living just down the block from him, they walked together the entire way to Aomine's house. They talked about many things, which was to be expected from someone as bubbly as Momoi. A few minutes into their conversation, they suddenly found themselves on the topic of Kuroko Tetsuya once more. Aomine had to repress a groan. It was only as of late that her feelings and situation had taken a turn for the worse as she grew to become sad over her unrequited feelings.
When she became uncomfortably silent, Aomine spoke, reassuring her that if she did not end up with Kuroko, whether she wanted that or not, there would be someone who would feel the same way she did and return her feelings eventually. It was a bonding moment for the two, and now, as they stood at the front of Aomine's house, the rain soaking the bottoms of their shoes, they looked at each other. Her eyes were wide while his remained indifferent and tired.
"Anyway, your house is right down there. Are you going okay?" Asked Aomine, who stepped out of the colorful umbrella's shelter and into the rain. He made sure to protect his cellphone by cupping it in his hand in his pocket, his other on her shoulder.
She looked up at him with wide eyes and nodded, leaving without a word while a smile tugged at the corners of her lip gloss covered lips. Though he wasn't sure what exactly he meant by 'okay', she knew she was going to be.
"Thank you, Dai-chan.~" She said under her breath as she trekked down the empty street, her bright pink umbrella growing smaller and smaller with every step she took. Aomine stood there in the rain, watching her until she stopped at the house at the very end of the street, open the rusty metal gate, and enter before heading indoors where he knew he was waiting.
Walking towards his door, he noted the missing spare key he left on the siding atop the door, high enough that only people of Kise's height or taller would be able to reach (let alone even notice), and entered with a smirk.
He kicked off his damp sneakers by the shoe rack on his right, catching the pricey looking shoes seated neatly on the bottom shelf, before making his way through the lightless living room and up the stairs to his room down the hall. There, sitting on the floor against his bed, Kise sat playing around with his fancy touch screen. Aomine watched as the blonde lifted his head from his lap to look at the eerie little creak of the door, slowly closing it as Kise got up to make his way towards him.
"Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long, pretty boy." He closed the door behind him with a small 'click'.
—-—
Aomine's movements were harsh, rough, and uncaring. With trembling arms, Kise found himself barely capable of supporting his shaking body as Aomine continuously thrusted into him. Soft moans bounced off the walls of Aomine's room combined with the noise of skin hitting skin, raw, hard. On his hands and knees, begging for release, his pale complexion was a flustered red that shot blood rushing to Aomine's member every time the blonde looked over his shoulder at him.
Drool ran down the side of Kise's mouth and his chin, cheeks tinted a deep crimson. "Hnn… Aominecchi… Harder…"
His grip on the blonde's hips tightened considerably as he began to pull Kise's hips against his erection in time to meet his swift thrusts, resulting in louder, breathier cries that sent shivers down the ace's spine. Craning his head back, his body took over and he found himself drowning in the pleasure-filled screams of the teen beneath him, and the sinful heat sucking him as greedily as he forced himself in. When he looked down, his heavy eyes barely opening, he was met with Kise's lustful expression looking at him from over his toned shoulder.
Slowing his movements just a tad, Aomine reached down to pull Kise towards him until his back connected with his muscular chest and then sped up. The blonde moaned, flushed, against him, his arms lifting to hold onto the teen behind him, as Aomine's hands ran over his pale body from behind. His calloused fingers groped at him, leaving no part of the blonde untouched or ignored, before stopping to tweak at Kise's sensitive nipples, playing with them between his thumb and index finger roughly and softly while his other hand slid downwards to take a hold of his hard need.
Kise yelped before reaching down with one hand to stop him. Leaning his head to the side to look at him with his peripheral, he pleaded, between harsh pants and shaky groans, as Aomine continued to slam himself in and out, the sound of skin on skin driving his senses insane, "A-Aominecchi… N-Not there—ahh—I c-can't… Mm…!"
A scream tore past Kise's lips as Aomine's hips accelerated into faster and harder thrusts while the hand that jerked on his erection quickened its pace. Butterflies filled the pit of Kise's stomach, his back arching as he moved in time to push back as Aomine thrusted, and forwards to meet with the hand that pumped at his front. The sensations from both areas left him begging for more of those spine tingling thrusts and strokes until he came crying out Aomine's name. Smirking, Aomine continued to ram into Kise and pump at his erection, letting the boy ride his orgasm out, his voice at its loudest if the night, and leaving him a sweaty, trembling mess as he fell backwards into the teen behind him weakly, his body still thrumming with excitement and his mouth hanging open.
"Haah…"
He groaned softly as Aomine pulled out of him and shifted around him on the bed. Kise watched as he lied on his back the way Aomine moved to rest his knees beside his face, and reach to tug his head towards his swollen cock. Obediently, the blonde got onto his knees and opened his mouth wide to take him in, a choking noise coming from the back of his throat as Aomine forced more of himself in.
Kise pulled away with a small string of his saliva mixed with the other boy's cum connecting his abused mouth to the tip of his throbbing cock. "You're so c-cruel, Aominecchi."
He chuckled a little, but Aomine said nothing, instead opting to push his face into his member. He frowned slightly at the silence he was given, but complied anyway as he parted his lips to bob his head up and down the large flesh until hot seed filled his throat and he swallowed. Aomine's fingers dug into Kise's sweaty hair, and his head rolled back as he groaned lowly, his orgasm rocking his body like an earthquake as he bucked his hips into Kise's mouth and shuddered.
After he milked the teen dry, Kise felt a hand grab him by his chin to guide his moist lips to meet Aomine's. They're lips moved against one another, needy, yet exhausted, as the blonde toppled over Touou's ace, who held him by the back of his neck and hip. When they parted, Aomine pushed him away, leaving Kise to roll over onto his back a few inches away from him on the bed.
The white sheets they lied on were dirtied and askew while their clothes littered the floor of Aomine's room, starting with Kise's expensive jacket he bought with the money he earned from modelling to his boxers next to the bed. Kise wasn't sure how long he'd been lying there staring at the ceiling with a dazed expression before being rejected when he tried to move closer to slip under Aomine's sheets and cuddle with the him. With a wide grin, he moved under the warm blanket and leaned his face closer, his breathing calming, but still irregular, "Aominecchi.~"
"The Hell do you think you're doing?" Aomine raised a hand to push the boy away with a hard enough shove to send the boy rolling back to his spot on the edge of the bed. "You're supposed to leave now."
A frowned tugged down at Kise's swollen lips lightly, but it wasn't enough to erase his playful smile. "Awh, Aominecchi, first you suddenly invite me over, and then decide to kick me out?"
"That's how this goes." He rolled over to face the wall. Kise frowned full on at the teen's back through the dim lighting. "Don't let the door hit you on the way out."
"How cruel!" Cried the blonde dramatically, comically. "What about yesterday? You let me stay over then!"
"That was a one-time thing. Now, leave—" Before he could finish, the sound of rain dropping quickly escalated into a roaring of thunder and bright flash of lightning.
Kise flinched, frightened and with a yelp, while Aomine sat up to look through his white blinds hanging on his window beside his bed. Unlike earlier, a strong wind picked up and blew the rain in every direction possible. The trees near by leaned and shook as the weather had its way with them, making it look unbearable and impossible to make it home safely through.
Now, Aomine wasn't all that heartless to the point where he would force the innocent boy into a storm—Especially after fully satisfying his needs and blowing his expectations out of the water. As another burst of lightning exploded in the dark, rainy sky, he turned to look at the teen next to him and sighed. "As much as I'd rather you go home, it's absolute shit outside—"
"So you're saying I can stay?" Asked Kise with an overly joyful tone that grated Aomine's ears. He watched him nod and practically threw himself at the teen. "Eek! Thank you, Aominecchi!"
"Yeah, yeah. Spare blankets are in the closet down the hall, and you can borrow a pillow or something since the couch in the living room is pretty uncomfortable." Aomined replied with a long yawn as he fell back on his bed, curling up in his blankets with his back facing a pouting Kise.
"Eh? Sleeping on the couch? Why can't I stay up here with you?" The last part slipped before he realized, and he brought a hand to cover his mouth in embarrassment. Aomine didn't seem to notice the disappointed expression cross Kise's face. He crawled off the bed with furrowed brows, disheartened. "Can I at least borrow a shirt or something to sleep in?"
"You have your boxers."
Kise frowned and slipped them on wordlessly.
—-—
While Aomine was sound asleep in his bed on the floor just above him, Kise tossed, and turned in the living room under the laundry scented sheets he found in the closet, shirtless, with nothing but his colorful boxers on. Though soft and lovely smelling, they were anything but warm, and he shivered ever so slightly as he buried his face into the pillow he stole from the teen's bed.
He was cold, and he craved the familiar warmth of Aomine's body, wanting those muscular arms to wrap around him and hold him affectionately—Like he was more than just a play thing he could call upon whenever his hormones got the best of him.
As thunder howled outside, scaring and catching Kise off guard with each monstrous boom, he willed his honey colored eyes shut and inhaled deeply. The pillow resting under his soft cheek smelled of Aomine, and he somehow fell asleep to the sound of heavy rain, explosions of strong thunder from areas he was sure were far away, and the familiar aroma he'd recognize just about anywhere. He willed himself to fall asleep with a smile, but found it just a tiny bit difficult to do so as he sighed to himself.
When he woke up, the day and warm sunlight that flooded into the living room and kitchen was as beautifully enticing as the previous night's weather conditions looked and were horrible. As usual, Kise did a quick stretch, his joints cracking and his limbs stiff.
He grunted as he rolled his head and shoulders, sighing in relief at the reminder that it was Saturday morning and he wouldn't have to worry himself sick about getting to school on time or dreading having basketball practice after yet another rough night. Then again, practice the other day wasn't at all as bad as he had expected it to be. In fact, Kasamatsu seemed to have gone incredulously easy on him in comparison to the usual tough-love training he was put through on a regular basis, not that he minded being yelled at since it was the only way Kise really listened, but still.
With surprising familiarity, Kise made his way into the kitchen and grabbed himself something to eat from one of the cupboards near the dish washer. Placing a small bowl on the counter, he spilled a hefty amount of sugary cereal he found lying around in Aomine's impressive (but incredibly unhealthy) pantry before pouring a nice, even amount of milk from the fridge.
As he leaned against the counter, bringing a spoonful of sweet cereal to his mouth, he checked the time on the clock hanging on the wall above the modest, circular table with two chairs seated on either end.
Since Aomine's parents were rarely ever home, only ever staying the night in between their long business trips, the house gave Kise a homey, yet empty feeling every time he looked at the furniture meant for either one or two people, and lack of pictures of him and his family hanging on the empty walls. The ticking clock read 8:41 in the morning, and he was genuinely surprised that he was capable of waking up that early on the weekend without an alarm or anyone to shake him conscious. And for that, he rewarded himself with another bowl of cereal, and a mindless hour or so of watching cartoons on Aomine's TV in the living room.
He curled up in the soft blankets he slept in, and watched with childish interest as Aomine strolled down the stairs at a quarter to ten. He entered the living room in nothing but a pair of dark, baggy sweats, and yawned openly.
"Huh? What are you still doing here?" Inquired Aomine the moment he saw Kise, tired.
Kise turned around to look at the teen behind him near the bottom of the staircase, admiring his view of Aomine's muscular abdomen and arms as he brought a hand to rub at the back of his neck while the other pulled the waistband of his sweats higher. The clothing, however, refused to cooperate, instead deciding to slide down the teen's body to reveal more tanned skin, tilted with one side slightly higher than the.
"Good morning to you too, Aominecchi." Greeted Kise, masking his otherwise noticeable flustered expression with a childish pout. "I thought I'd have some breakfast or something."
"Figures."
"Why don't you join me and we can watch some cartoons and stuff!" Offered Kise energetically.
"No thanks." Was all Aomine said before walking into the kitchen with another yawn.
The boy was clearly not used to waking up this early. The dark bags under his eyes were a dead giveaway as Kise watched him move around over his shoulder, a tired slouch in his normally intimidating, strong posture.
"What's Aominecchi doing up so early, anyway? Hey, here's an idea," He beamed. "Why don't we hang out?"
"I can't." Aomine took a sip of at the cool glass of orange juice he poured himself. "Sastuki called me just now to go shopping with her in a bit."
"Momoicchi?" Mumbled Kise under his breath.
"Fuckin'… Who even wakes up this early—especially on Saturday…" Mumbled Aomine grumpily as he placed his empty glass into the sink and began to prepare himself some instant noodles.
From his spot in the kitchen, he could see into living room perfectly and the TV that now played the ending theme to whatever kiddie show Kise had busied himself with while he was still upstairs. Raising his voice a little for Kise to hear him, Aomine asked, "Is there anything else on TV?"
Kise began to surf through each channel silently until he came across a rather concerning story on the morning news. Seated behind a desk, the young newswoman said, "Kaijou High School located in the Kanagawa prefecture is now subject to repair after last night's storm in Tokyo. Until further notice, the school's damaged roofs and dangerous electric circuit and flooded basement are a large hazard and are said to be fixed immediately. It is still unknown how long it will be until it will be until Kaijou students are able to return without any dangers, but it is recommended that those attending this school are to transfer."
In the kitchen behind him, Aomine listened idly as he finished cooking his noodles. He slipped them into a bowl and ate leaning against the counter beside the sink as he watched. Kise, however, watched with furrowed brows and a frown.
The so called 'storm' had not seemed all that bad the other night, and he tried to recall the way the weather raged outside only to find himself drowning in the memories of his time spent during with the boy behind him. A blush rose to his face.
The thought of moving schools did not seem to bother Kise as much as it would have to other people his age, seeing as he actually liked learning (thought he was never the best at remembering what exactly he was taught) and making friends came easily to him, but he still worried over what would happen to Kasamatsu and if they would still attend school together. They were friends, and Kise didn't like the thought of being away from his senpai he looked up to and cared for, like a young child unable to imagine being without his beloved father.
Kise's phone vibrated on the coffee table in front of him. He picked it up quickly.
Hey, did you see the news just now?
yeah, uwaaaa this is horrible! oAo—! senpai what do you thinks going to happen now? (´Д)
I'm not sure, but my parents saw it and they're already looking into schools for me to transfer to.
ehhh? really? what school are they thinking of sending you to?
I'm not sure yet. Have you thought about where you'll go?
i'm not sure yet either to be honestヽ(д;)ノ i'll go with wherever senpai goes
Kasamatsu did not respond, and Kise looked away from his phone to find Aomine walking down from upstairs once more. He was pulling on a dark hoodie over his head, his skinny jeans hanging a little low on his hips, and sauntering lazily over to the door with a yawn. He looked over to Kise blankly and said, as he pulled on a large pair of black sneakers, "When you leave, make sure to lock up."
"H-Huh? Where're you going?" He asked, his mind focused on his schooling and Kasamatsu. "I was thinking maybe we could hang out—"
"I told you, I'm going out to see Satsuki." He said as he kneeled down to tie his shoelaces, giving them tough, tight tugs. "But if you're down to meet again later, take the spare key with you today; I'll be back around seven."
Kise's frown deepened, and he was about to respond if it weren't for the way Aomine left without saying another word. The door swung shut behind him, and Kise could see the other boy walk out of the small gate and down the street from the living room window.
