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"Alright ladies, gather up!"
The entire team progressively stopped their forth lap around the basketball court and all of them turned around to see Coach approaching... With another, dark-skinned man following by his side. Taiga tried not to chuckle at the curious murmurs of his teammates, especially at the bored expression in Aomine's face who was indeed yawning and scratching the back of his head. Some things never change, no matter how old and mature one person is.
"G'mornin' girls," Coach Garreth grunted with his raspy voice, ruffling his hair and sighing in boredom, "As y'all can see, I go'cha a new member." With his large hand, he motioned towards the blunet standing right next to him. "Daiki Aomine," he introduced, "From Japan. Came to us 'cause he kicks ass under the net... Be nice ta 'im."
Aomine smirked cockily and locked eyes with Taiga, the redhead's lips quirking up as a silent retort. Hell, only kicks ass? Aomine fucking stayed the entire court; Taiga's body still ached from their intense battle the previous day. To be totally honest, he was tired as fuck and all he wanted to do was to back to bed and sleep a couple more hours. It wasn't only the one-on-one yesterday, it also was those stupid dreams he had that had him waking up every few hours.
Sex. Yes, he was dreaming about sex. But not with a girl, nooo.
Any lucky guesses about who these dreams were about?
Taiga rolled his eyes at himself and facepalmed discretely. And the worst part of this entire story was that he wasn't ashamed at fucking all. He didn't feel awkward when he watched, rather blatantly, the blue-haired man slip out of his pjs that morning and put his practice clothes on. In fact, his outrageously perverted mind was wondering if Aomine's chocolate skin would taste as such or whether it would feel as soft as it looked under his fingers or not. And all that sounded natural to him. An everyday thing. But on the other hand, it wasn't something to mule over and give himself a headache for. Like, Aomine was attractive and that was a statement, not an opinion. He had all the features that could make a man attractive.
Was there something bad into acknowledging beauty when he saw it?
Didn't think so. After all, he would stay with Aomine for some time; he would eventually realize whether he felt something more than just admiration and lustful wonder for the other man.
"So!", Coach barked, snapping the red-haired man out of his muddled up musings, "Ge'cho asses back ta runnin'... Oh and Tiger!" At the sound of his practice nickname, the young man took a step forward.
"Yes sir!"
"Take Daiks and teach 'im tha routine," he gritted and patted Aomine's back rather harshly, if the frown in discomfort on the blunet's face was any indication. "Then, we gon' split 'n have trainin' match."
"Roger that," Taiga nodded and beckoned at Aomine, switching to Japanese when he spoke again. "C'mere, I'll introduce you to the team."
That was a long ride. A really long ride, and that was mainly because there were so many freaking members in that team. Give or take fourteen, all of them aspiring to be signed by NBA or so. Yup, competition was fierce people. Anyway, all of them welcomed the blunet with a nod or smile or even a bro-fist. Taiga glanced at the other every once in a while, checking whether the man was uncomfortable or not, but it seemed as if Aomine was right in his element. He greeted everybody, albeit a little distant and with his serious face plastered on, but either way, Kagami didn't know him to be such a people's person.
"Oh it has certainly been a while," a familiar soft voice spoke in Japanese, from behind. The pair turned around almost at the same time and Taiga couldn't help the small smile that lifted his lips at the sight of his childhood friend. Albeit a little late for practice, Tatsuya looked fresh as always, his perfectly white skin dusted with only a pinch of red upon the cheeks. The man had obviously run to make up for his tardiness. Coach Garreth didn't tolerate tardiness; thank God he had gone back to his office for the time being.
"You're late Tatsuya," Taiga stated sarcastically, arms crossing over his chest, "Yer lucky Coach ain't here."
The brunet's eyes filled with mirth and he waved his hand in front of his face. "I know, I know," he said, his black eyes glimmering with interest as he observed the blue-haired man standing next to Taiga. "Fancy meeting you here, Aomine Daiki."
Aomine smirked and stretched his hands over his head. "Himuro Tatsuya, if I'm not mistaken," he groaned and then sighed heavily, "Mirage Shoot and flawless play."
Tatsuya smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "That's me."
"Well, certainly pleased to see yer here too," the blue-haired man said, shifting on his legs, "I like yer style."
"I like yours too. Even though..." Black eyes glanced sneakily at Taiga, amusement hidden underneath, "...it's so similar to Taiga's."
"Baaaka," the redhead drawled, "Aomine's a monster."
Aomine glanced at him, one blue eyebrow rising incredulously. "And you're not."
"That's right."
"Are you stupid?", the blunet exclaimed, his tone irritating enough to make Taiga scowl. They both growled and inched closer to each other, their snarling faces inches apart. Taiga also hated the fact that Aomine was still a little taller than him because he had to look up to the bastard and that was certainly not what he intended to do.
"Wanna fight, asshole?", the redhead sneered.
"Heh, you always lose when we fight, remember that?"
"I remember how much you moan when I shove my dick up yer ass."
"Oooh-ho, Kagami, you didn't." The look on the blue-haired man's face was positively dangerous, a sadistic smile that made all hairs on Taiga's body rise to attention and not in a good way.
Okay half-good, half-bad, you happy now?
"And if I did?", he pressed, knowing very well that he should just give it a rest already, but his stupid pride didn't let him to.
Aomine opened his mouth again, obviously ready to retort, however Tatsuya - God bless him - decided it was a good idea to interfere, amusement written all over his face. "You guys never change," he laughed lightly, "But let's give it a rest already, yes? Coach will be back soon."
True to Himuro's words, Coach Garreth was back in no time and thank God Taiga and Aomine were already running by that time, argument forgotten, because the brunet looked pissed off. Like always.
"Why is he mad?"
Taiga lifted his eyes from the ground he was staring while jogging, russet locking with deep blue. "It's just his default face," he said, "He means well though."
"Hmm," Aomine hummed, glancing back at the ground, "I guess he won't let anyone miss practice."
"Hell no. He'll hunt you down and kick yer ass." When Aomine laughed, the redhead shook his head seriously. "I'm not kidding. It has happened to me in my first year; I skipped one practice because I was feeling sick, but that was all forgotten when he barged into my dorm and started screaming and barking shit. Next thing I know, I was running around campus for five hours."
"Holy shit," the blunet breathed with wide eyes, "So not Touou's coach, huh?"
"I'll say. So you better come to practice, unless you have a death wish."
Aomine chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind."
It wasn't too long before the angry coach barked at them to stop and start stretching. Taiga vehemently hated that part, simply because everybody knew how non-flexible he was, Coach included. They called him stiffy or woody - yes, they were innuendos - and that pissed him off because they laughed at him all the time. No, it's not funny; after so many years of practice and running and training, one would think that his body was a piece of doh. Hell no; he indeed was as stiff as a teenager's morning wood. Seriously.
"Oi Daiks," Coach Garreth growled with his harsh voice, his huge figure looming over Aomine and Taiga who were seated on the floor, "How flexible are ya?"
Aw there we go...
The blue-haired man said nothing and brought his long legs together, effortlessly reaching out to his toes. Taiga was left there staring with his eyes wide, mouth hanging open and everything. He didn't know Aomine was so flexible. But what had him swallowing loudly was the huge grin on Coach's face as soon as he saw that.
"Good boy. Now help yer boyfriend stretch," the man said, nodding towards Kagami with his chin, "...because he can't do it on his own."
Of course he'd do that.
The entire team bursted into chuckles at the comment, while Taiga rolled his eyes at his coach and glared daggers at his stupid teammates, including the bastard Aomine who was laughing with them. "Shut up y'all," he grumbled in english and when the blunet laughed harder, he smacked the back of that blue head, not admitting that he was actually enjoying this, "Shut up, idiot! Back me up here!"
Aomine fixed him with a long, hard stare, one eyebrow quirked sarcastically before the little rascal blew him a kiss and winked saucily, making the team and Coach laugh their asses off again. Taiga couldn't help his eyes that rolled back indignantly for the umpteen time that day. And it was only morning.
"Ya can't hide the love, Tiger," the taller man teased with his own version of a scary smile, before he sighed, "Anyway, finish stretching and seperate the teams. We start in twenty minutes."
"Aye."
Twenty three minutes later, Taiga was clapping both his hands in order to attract the laughing crowd's attention. When fifteen pairs of expectant eyes locked on him, he grinned at his teammates. God, he was so looking forward to play against Aomine, he couldn't keep his pants on. "Okay, Oscar, Jared and Tatsuya, with me. Dough, Mike, Tim, Jake and..." The redhead grinned as his eyes fell on Aomine and the blue-haired man shook his head in amusement. "My boyfriend," he said and everybody laughed, "You'll play against me, bae."
"Ah, so much love," the tall brunet with the dark skin and long dreadlocks tied up in a ponytail, aka Oscar said, "Turns the tiger to a kitten."
"Shut up idiot," chuckled the redhead and poked his friend's sides, earning himself a noogie from the bigger man. That was what he got for being shorter.
"C'mon bitches!", Coach's rough voice echoed from the bench, startling the hell out of all the people in the court. The man had the ball on his hand, the whistle hanging from his neck, "Take you positions!"
Everybody stiffened, all eyes on the most desirable object in Coach's hands. Kagami was ready to jump, ready to leap his body and capture the ball for his team but as soon as the coach yelled, "Tip off!", another body jumped at the same time with him, but a tad faster, stealing the ball from the tip of his fingers. Taiga's head snapped to the side and he came face-to-face with Aomine's smirking mug. Every fiber of his body growled, his eyebrows marring together in frustration.
Bastard, he thought as he stood in front of his biggest rival, staring deep into those amused blue eyes but at the same time he had his attention on the jumping ball. Aomine dribbled and dribbled, changed hands once, twice, thrice...! And then, before Taiga could even blink, Aomine had passed right by him, crossing through the dumbfounded defence effortlessly and dunking the ball right into the net.
The entire team, the coach, even the fucking air seemed to freeze around them as Aomine fell towards the floor in slow motion. Taiga on the other hand wasn't impressed at all; he had played against this monster so many times, the fact that he still wasn't fast enough to react to the man's fast pace pissed him more than anyone would ever know.
"What the fuck was that?", one of Taiga's team members exclaimed in utter awe and the redhead recognized the man as Jared, from his golden-brown hair and green eyes, "That's the fastest I've seen anyone move!"
"Holy shit!"
"Fuckin' hell!"
"Amazing...", Coach breathed and a large grin broke his face into two, "Fuckin' amazing! If Kagami is our tiger, then yer our panther, Aomine!" His throaty laughter was loud and full of satisfaction. "Continue. Fuckin' continue, you monsters!"
Taiga gritted his teeth in agitation. No, he wasn't jealous that Aomine got so much attention on his very first day. He got mad that he still wasn't enough to defeat the man. What the hell should he do? Aomine was looking at him, his eyes intense and full of savage power when he passed the ball to him. Kagami caught it midair, his body tingling with the excitement only battling with Aomine created. Hell, he had thought the previous day was intense. Heh, he knew shit.
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Aomine was laying on his back, his phone hanging from his ear while Satsuki yapped some nonsense he wasn't paying attention to from the other end. The soft mattress of his bed against his back was kinda comforting. After all, his body was barely moving from the intense training that morning, plus the extra one-on-one Kagami had forced/challenged him to play in the afternoon. He had won in both of course but, hell, he couldn't get enough of his plays with Kagami and he was literally dying to fight the man in the Zone. For years now he had been bored out of his fucking mind but now that he was back with his only rival, the fire in him was burning bright again.
He had been so upset when the man had left for America a few years ago and he didn't know how to deal with it. So it makes sense to say that it was his fault their parting had been so...unorthodox. No snarky remarks, no heated arguments, nothing. Damn, he was such a kid back then. A kid that was about to lose his favorite toy but didn't want to admit that it hurt him. Okay, he wasn't hurt that Kagami had left, but he was worried that he would have no one good enough to play with. And he was right; Kuroko was making up for the redhead's absence, and so was Kise, but it wasn't as satisfactory.
Years passed and no one noticed, until one day the blunet received that notorious folder. You have been accepted in our university to study sports, all fees paid in advance, they said. I have a chance, he had thought,I have a chance to meet him again and play against him.What he hadn't expected was to find Kagami in the same university, let alone in the same fucking dorm.
To be totally honest, he was glad to see Bakagami again. The redhead hadn't changed one bit; he was still so easy to rile up, competitive as fuck and that bright red fire in his eyes burnt as bright as Aomine remembered. Okay, the man looked and sounded more mature, but he was a grown ass man now. At long fucking last.
Speaking of the devil, that very moment Aomine's thoughts came to an end, Kagami emerged from the bathroom, a trail of hot steam following him. He was drying his hair with a fluffy towel, wearing nothing but a pair of tight, black boxers. Hot damn, he was fine. He was so fucking fine that next to the actual word in the dictionary, they should type "Kagami Taiga". Holy fucking shit. So many muscles; abs, quads, thighs, chest... And then, those big-ass hands, with these long, slim fingers. Fuck, Daiki wanted to suck on these fingers forever. Forever.
Blue eyes traveled lower, down the lean back, right on the spot where the spine curved, that delicious curve that led down to that magnificent ass. As in, The masterpiece. Seriously. What the fuck.
"Dai-chan!", the pink-haired girl exclaimed indignantly, startling the hell out of him, "Are you listening to me?!"
"Eh?", he muttered absently, the sound of his voice attracting Kagami's eyes on him momentarily. He smiled a little, staring at the other's handsome face when he said, "Not really."
"Mooo, Dai-chan you're so mean!", Satsuki whined from the other end but that wasn't enough to make him feel any guilty. He was too absorbed into eye-fucking Kagami, who was putting a black tank top on, to care. God, he was horny.
"Satsuki," he drawled gently, "I'm fine, you don't have to worry." He knew that his little almost-sister was worried sick and lonely, but right now, his dick was doing all the talking. Oh, you didn't know? Yeah, Daiki wanted the redhead standing a few feet away from him ever since the final dunk on their match during Winter Cup. Okay, he didn't like the man one hundred percent that way because he wasn't gay, but he found Kagami attractive. Very attractive. He had the body of a God to begin with, he was passionate and short-tempered, an idiot to mess around with and rile up. Every little feature that, for Daiki, made a man an easy company.
The girl on the other end sighed deeply. "But you don't tell me anything about how's America and I'm curious to know."
"S'not that I got the chance to go anywhere yet," the blunet reminded the other, "I just came yesterday. Tonight, I'm going out with my new team. I'll call you tomorrow to let ya know how it went, yeah? I gotta go now."
Satsuki sighed like she had something else to say, but in the end she decided against it. "Okay," she agreed, "I'll be waiting tomorrow. Laters."
"Yeah."
Daiki ended the call and switched his phone off completely. He didn't want any other interruptions, especially from his family, as he admired the wonderful sight of Kagami's ass, since the man had turned his back on him, searching for something in the closet. In fact, the blue-haired man admired it so much, he didn't realize how or when he sat up and reached out to that booty with his hand. Damn, it was as perfect as it looked; round, fleshy but at the same time hard and muscular, obviously because of the years of training. Daiki's eyes then fell to the miles long legs, which were bared after the end of the redhead's shorts. There was only one thing to say about them; toned to perfection. The blunet used his other hand to fondle the defined quadriceps and felt heat gathering down to his loins. Holy shit, does it get any more perfect than that?
"What are you doing?"
There was something in Kagami's voice that had the blunet look up from what he was doing. Questioning russet eyes locked with blue and Daiki was impressed to see that the redhead looked totally unfazed, albeit a little confused. He had always thought of Kagami as a prude or at least a person that got uncomfortable really easily. Apparently he had been wrong.
"Your ass is fine," the blue-haired man stated bluntly, "And so's yer legs. Damn."
Kagami stared at him in disbelief for a few seconds before he busted out laughing heartily. "Yo man, ya got around that homo business faster than I expected." He gave Daiki a saucy wink and continued in English. "But thanks for the complement, bae."
The blue-haired man chuckled in amusement, recalling the reason why Kagami called him bae; today's practice. Just like he had thought; Americans were much more open about this kind of stuff, compared to Japanese people. It was a good thing, refreshing. At least he didn't have to hide, if he ever wanted to have sex with a man.
"We might as well get a little crazy before we go out," Daiki kept on with Kagami's joke, a grin stretched the edges of his mouth when the said redhead snickered again and picked up a pair of khaki pants, "It's not a laughing matter, dear, I'm in the mood." Seriously, it wasn't a total joke; he was kinda horny. Well not kinda, he was very horny. His only qualm was the fact that Kagami was his teammate and rival and friend and roommate. Imagine how messy things could get if they explored the gay territory together.
A dash of innocent flirting though, never hurt anyone, right?
Wait, did Kagami even swing that way?
"Dear?", Kagami teased, biting his lower lip to hold back another round of laughter, "What are we, newlyweds?"
Daiki gave him a long stare before he stood up and approached until their faces were mere inches apart. Kagami didn't move, didn't back down, he didn't even blush, for fuck's sake. He only smirked at the blunet sassily. Well okay, it was a joke but for Aomine, it was already half-serious. He was horny damn it. And Kagami standing there looking all sexy and smelling so fucking nice didn't do anything to help his situation.
"No we ain't," he said lowly, "But we can fuck as such."
God, he needed to calm the eff down. The ass and boobs would come later that night.
Kagami smirked placing a hand on the blue-haired man's chest to push him away. "We're going to a club after dinner," the redhead said sweetly, amusement in his eyes, "I'll pair you up with a girl ya like and you can go all out on her, since you're so horny. Deal? Just don't rape me."
The blunet couldn't help but laugh out loud as he took a step backwards. "I was just kiddin' dude. No homo."
"Yeah, yeah, no homo at all," teased the other, earning a whack at the back of his head, "My molested and traumatized ass doesn't agree with you."
"What? I can't acknowledge something fine when I see it?"
"Of course you can," the redhead shrugged while putting those khaki pants on, "Just promise me you won't go around groping people without their permission. This may be America, but people aren't that open minded yet."
Aomine chuckled. "Thanks for the advice."
Kagami smirked and blew him a kiss. "Anything for you, honey-bee," he drawled and brushed past the blunet, heading towards his backpack. But before he went there, he stopped to give Daiki's butt a playful smack, unexpected to the point of making the man jump in astonishment.
"The hell?"
"Get ready, fag," Kagami scolded, staring at the screen of his phone with a smirk, "We're leaving in twenty."
"'Kay," he pouted, rubbing his butt, "But that hurt."
Well, it didn't hurt at all; he only wanted Kagami's attention. And he achieved just that because the red-haired man cooed and walked closer to him again, ruffling his blue hair. "Aww, poor baby. How can I make it up to you?"
Daiki grinned like that cat which got the milk. He liked Kagami like this. The man was a challenge out of the court too.
"I need some ass," he stated earnestly. Why was he so desperate anyway? It wasn't that long since the last time he had sex... or maybe it was? Shit, when was the last time he had sex?
"Sure, sure," Kagami smiled back reassuringly, "I got yer back, buddy."
At these words, Daiki felt at ease for some reason. The redhead had his back, indeed, like a nice hype-man. Hah, don't say that out loud, it'll sound stupid, he mentally chided while dressing up. He could really get used to this. To Kagami's company, that was. Even though they were never the closest of friends, there was always a first time for everything, right?
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Thanks for reading sweethearts. This is not beta'd and I'm already half asleep now, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes xo