Oh, wow, this one is actually longer than the rest! Hahaha. Not by much though.
Should I rate this M? Hm... Maybe? there's nothing too... inappropriate. I'd rate it T too.
Usual disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Kuroko no Basket
Skin Sensitivity
"Owowowowowowowowow – OW! Don't slap my head on top of it!"
"Shut up you idiot! That's what you get for being and idiot, Bakagami!"
"Mah, mah, Aominecchi, he was just too into it, c'mon. Here, Kagamicchi, you should sit down. It was your right leg and shoulder, wasn't it? Ah-ha~ Such a pity, it was my turn to play a one-on-one with Kagamicchi too!"
"Kise, you spoil him too much! It's his fault for attempting to do that crazy jump and failing. What if he had hit the basket pole instead? An idiot will always be an idiot!"
"Shut up yourself, Ahomine, stop pestering me! I know it already, okay?"
Aomine reluctantly crossed his arms and snorted unamusedly at the now grumbling red-head, facing afterwards the other way with a conflicted face while Kise helped Kagami to the worn out bench at the side of the street court.
But really, who else but Kagami would have thought to dunk from that distance all of a sudden? Hell, Aomine himself knew the Seirin ace had ridiculous jumping power and had seen his 'Meteor Jam' before but that distance was just impossible! (At least for now…)
Grumbling himself, he looked in the direction of the other two again to find the Kaijou ace pulling off one of Kagami's tank top strips until it stretched over his deltoids.
"Arara… That's some hit. You have a slight burn from sliding on the ground and it's swelling a bit. Just a sec, I'll go soak my bandana on cold water from the fountain and we'll try to avoid the swell as much as we can. Aominecchi, check his leg, okay? I'll be right back!"
"Sorry about that, Kise, thanks." The blonde darted off towards the other end of the park where the street court was after giving out his instructions and nodding at Kagami's words.
"Ah, Aomine, it's okay. No need, my leg doesn't hurt as much anymore."
"Tch, whatever, let me see it, Bakagami." Kneeling down, the blue-haired male set Kagami's foot on his thigh for support while he checked his ankle first, softly leading the appendage into different moves to check the joint. After finding nothing wrong with it, he went on to check the rest of the other's leg, searching for another burn or bruise.
Aomine was surprisingly gentle during the process, which in turn made the red-head feel bad about finding it so. Even he knew to what extent a bad injury could mark a sportsman career, and, of course, so did the tanned male. Kagami dropped his chin towards his chest guiltily while he waited for his impromptu examination to end.
"…Okay, nothing too wrong with it, it seems, though since you were complaining about the pain when you tried walking so you might have pulled a muscle on the back of your leg. Some rest and a massage should do the trick…. Hm~"- A slow, crooked smirk started drawing itself along the Touo ace's face.
"I- I SEE! H- heeeeeh? A massage, okay, good, maybe I'll ask coach tomorrow for one, you can let go of my leg now, thanks Aho-Aomine. Phew, that's good, nothing wrong. But seriously, I'm good, I was just exaggerating a bit before, it doesn't hurt that much h-hahah". - I don't like that smirk you bastard!
"Naaaaw, don't worry about it. But now that I'm down here I think I should do the full course, you know? I can put some of Satsuki's massaging techniques to use, heh."
He pulled up the end of the other's basketball shorts until it bunched around the injured male's thigh and he slowly slid his rough hands down the length of Kagami's strong leg to his ankle, feeling the fine hairs prickle his finger pads from time to time.
"No, seriously Aomine, stop, I don't need i-hng!"
Aomine slid his big hands up again and around towards paler male's calf, stealing glances at the now slightly reddish face on top of him. Heh, this is more interesting than I'd thought and I haven't even started yet.
Putting more pressure behind his movement, the blue-haired male slowly dipped his fingers on Kagami's skin, feeling for the more strained parts of the muscle and cautiously massaging the surrounding area. He had boasted about Satsuki's techniques but he was a completely different story. He had no experience whatsoever and he knew a bad massage could end up even worse than an injury, so he stuck to the movements he knew were efficient but still safe enough to perform.
Finding a particularly big 'knot' on the other male's muscle fibers, Aomine treaded carefully around it, putting more pressure and alternating it with soft touches that could've passed as caresses. He watched as one of Kagami's hands, the one from his non-injured side, left its previous position as a tight grip on the bench to grab at Aomine's shoulder, scrunching up his own tank top strip. By then, the red head's breathing rate had picked up, his inhales shallow, and his face almost as red as his hair. Was it from how good the massage felt? Was he overly sensitive? O was it just embarrassment from the almost silent little moans that had escaped his mouth? The tanned basketball player didn't even care, taking great pleasure on seeing his main rival so ruffled up.
"Ah, there! Not there!"
…
"No, no, wait -hng-"
…
"A-Aomine, that's enough, I can't a-anymore!"
…
"No more please!"
As if scalded, the taller player let go of the other's leg. - Those sounds are not fair Bakagami!
Now panting even faster, the Seirin ace opened his slightly watery eyes at the sudden loss of contact.- "A-aomine?"
"ARGH, DAMN YOU!"- Propelling forward towards the other's face, intent on devouring the oblivious man's mouth, Aomine forgot about Kagami's foot on his thigh, making the other topple over the other side of the bench and making him pull Aomine down too in turn.
The fall was not pretty. The darker male had had half a mind to put one of his hands behind Kagami's injured shoulder, but both had ended up feeling the tumble, and it had hurt like a bitch. Kagami had received yet another hit to his back while Aomine had busted his shins against the bench on the process and his knees upon landing. The awkward position they ended up was just another thing to account for, with Kagami's long legs bent over the bench and Aomine on his fours, stomach just above the other's face.
Both of them stared blankly ahead for a while from the shock. Slowly, Aomine leant backwards until he was face to face with the red head. Suddenly aware of the other, both of them snapped out of it at the same time, turning their burning faces away.
From the corner of his eyes, Aomine couldn't help but glance back at the male under him and, with a devilish smirk, he remembered his real intentions. Taking hold of the jumping prodigy's chin, he made Kagami turn his face towards his own yet again and quickly crushed their lips together, stunning the other into a submissive state that allowed him to invade and ravish his mouth until he got his fill, brushing his tongue along Kagami's gums and the edge of his teeth, intertwining their wet appendages while trying to evoke some kind of response out of the other's.
With a final lick to Kagami's sensitive palate that made him shiver underneath him, the taller male separated and swiftly got back up, both of his feet on each side of Kagami's thighs, extending a hand towards the still stunned basketball player.
"Heh. C'mon, Taiga, get up."
"Oooooy~, Aominecchi, Kagamicchi! I'm back! Sorry for taking so long, a few fans spotted me and- …Kagamicchi? What are you doing down there? Are you okay?"
Finally snapping out of it, Kagami turned to glare at the devil incarnate on top of him while grabbing his hand, giving it an almost-painful squeeze, making it only funnier to Aomine, who winked and stuck out his tongue at him.
"You bastard…"
A completely childish wild chase ensued, leaving the blonde model with a wet cloth in his hand and a warm, amused smile on his face as he opted to take a seat on the bench the other two had abandoned to watch the spectacle. Well, in these two idiots case, first aid care can wait for a while, I guess.