What in the ever loving fuck? Bakugou was beside him all night that evening. He didn't eat dinner with the class, opting to take his food up to his room.
Was he hiding from… Aoyama of all people?
That couldn't be fucking right! Bakugou doesn't hide from anyone!
But maybe for tonight, it was best to stay holed up in his room with his video games and mangas. His mind definitely not on how warm and wet Aoyama's mouth was, or how pretty his face was his cock came all over it.
Dying again in his game, Bakugou laid back in his bed, hands over his face, groaning. This was no damn good. He couldn't take his mind off of it!
"Bakugou!" Kirishima called, coming into his room, holding up a new game. "Wanna play?"
"I'll kill you!" he yelled.
"That's the spirit!" Kirishima exclaimed, pushing him with his hips so he would scoot over in his bed.
At least Kirishima never asked a ton of questions whenever Bakugou decided he was hiding in his room or asked about his foul mood. He just came by like nothing was going on. Taking the controller, it was easy to let his mind get lost in the game. He could at least stop thinking about that fucking twinkle toes freak.
Playing til late in the night, Bakugou screamed "Die!" or "Fuck!" and many other combinations of colorful blasphemies.
"Bonjour, Monsieur Bakugou!" Aoyama sang out the next morning.
Bakugou glared over at the blond hair flipping as Aoyama walked by him. Growling, Bakugou slammed his arm into Aoyama's chest- pinning him to the wall.
"What's your fucking game?" Bakugou growled.
He expected some song of an answer- instead he was met with wide eyes as Aoyama trembled against him. Bakugou watched as the color in Aoyama's face drained and he whimpered.
"I… no… I…" Aoyama stammered- holding his hands up as if in a surrender.
He felt like he was kicking a sad puppy out in the rain. What the hell was he doing? All because he allowed some sparkly freak to touch his dick? Growling a bit more, he heard Aoyama yelp and tightly close his eyes.
This was no longer the boy who had approached him, all the confidence he never knew Aoyama had the day before. The way his bottom lip quivered before biting it, the small whines as he stayed pressed against the wall.
"What the fuck?" Bakugou yelled, then released his arm where it held Aoyama against the wall, slapping it to the wall. The sound of his hand slapping the wall, made Aoyama cry out, holding his arms up as if to defend himself.
"Answer me!" Bakugou hissed, clenching his fist.
"Ah!" Aoyama yelped, shrinking more away from him.
"How can you do what you did… and not even have the balls to answer me?" he hissed.
Aoyama had slid down the wall, his arms over his head as if Bakugou was about to blast him. Growling, he punched the wall again and walked off.
What the fuck was that? For a guy who walked up to him, jerked him off… then joined him in the shower - Aoyama sure as fuck wasn't acting the same. It made no damn sense at all. Getting to the end of the hallway, Bakugou screamed out- making all his classmates that were in the common room startle.
He fucking hated running, with a burning passion. Bakugou found himself going top speed on the treadmill in the gym. Maybe if he just exhausted himself, then he could forget everything. How was it Aoyama seemed so different? He knew Aoyama was always seeking attention, and dammit- he got Bakugou's attention, only to coward away whimpering.
He had that image of Aoyama crouching down, covering his head in fear- whereas the day before, he was falling to his knees and staring him dead in the eye as he sucked his cock.
Turning the treadmill faster, Bakugou screamed and ran harder. He could feel his muscles begging him to stop, but his mind was on a damn loop.
"Bakugou!" Kaminari called out, moving over to the treadmill. Turning down his speed, Bakugou grabbed his water bottle and grunted. "We are gonna watch that new horror movie in the common room later! Did you wanna join?"
"Why not," he growled.
"Ok! See ya then!" Kaminari chirped, waving as he left the room.
Walking a bit to cool down, Bakugou wrapped his towel around his neck, feeling his body soaked in sweat. Heading back to his room, he grabbed his robe and shower bag. He saw no signs of Aoyama anywhere as he walked around the dorms. The freak was probably hiding in his gaudy ass glitter explosion he called a room.
The boys bathroom was quiet and he could hear a shower running. Of course someone would be in there. It never seemed to fail these days. Someone was always in the damn bathroom. Moving to the back stall, he turned the water on and got his towel. His clothes were still soaked to his body as he peeled them off and stepped in.
Scrubbing his hair, he heard soft whimpers from the other running stall. It was light, and just barely there. Cocking his head a bit, he kept washing- listening for those sounds. More came and he almost swore it sounded like Aoyama. Does he hide and cry in the shower? Was he the one that made him feel this way?
Growling, he started to aggressively run the soap over his skin, trying to scrub those sounds away, til a strangle choke echoed in the room- and he knew it was Aoyama. It sounded just like he had earlier in the hallway.
Rinsing off the soap, Bakugou turned his shower off. "Twinkle toes?" he growled, only to met with a yelp from the other stall.
Yup- it was Aoyama.
Moving down to where the shower was running, Bakugou pulled back the curtain- seeing Aoyama huddled in the corner of the shower, crouched down with his head hiding on his knees.
"What the hell?" he asked.
Red swollen eyes looked up at him, even Aoyama's nose was pink as he sniffled. Another yelp and Aoyama hid his face. A long sign and Bakugou stepped into the stall, and grabbed Aoyama by the arms, standing him up.
"Seriously? What the fuck is your deal?" he demanded.
Another sniffle and Aoyama shook away from him. "I… well…" Aoyama stammered, still not answering him, but cowering away from him.
"Don't tell me after all that, you're fucking scared of me!" he barked.
Yelping, Aoyama shook his head. "I don't… want you to blast me!"
Stepping in closer, he was just mere inches from Aoyama and his tear swollen face. "If I were going to fucking blast you, I would have the first time you touched my dick."
Aoyama's eyes grew big as they looked at him, biting his bottom lip. The way his hair that usually was flipped around him, hung wet over his brow. Bakugou found his hand shook despite the attitude he was radiating- pushing Aoyama's hair off his face.
A gulp and Aoyama's hand shook just as much as he reached out, just barely touching Bakugou's shoulder. It was a light graze as his hand worked down his shoulder, small sniffles escaping now and then. The way his hand was still just as soft as Bakugou remembered, trailing down his arm and back up. His other hand joining, moving above his chest, fingertips over his collarbone. A clear gulp, and Aoyama hiccuped a tiny bit which caused him to sort of giggle. His face was still splotchy, but Bakugou felt drawn to it.
He had no idea why he walked into this stall, all he wanted was the 'why' from Aoyama that he had yet to get. Standing still, his muscles clenched, and Aoyama's hands moved down his chest, rubbing over his pectoral muscles.
Neither spoke- that was not their strong point. Aoyama would speak words he didn't know or Bakugou's tone would scare him off.
Fingertips brushed over his nipples, making him gasp a bit. He felt the way his nipples tightened under Aoyama's fingertips the more they flicked over them. Bakugou felt his chest rising and falling, even as little sniffles still came from Aoyama- though less and less.
His hands just touched him. His chest, and down to his abs. There was something beautiful as he looked down at Aoyama's milky white slim fingers trailed over each line perfectly sculpted on his body.
"Très bien," Aoyama whispered, his hands moving back up his sides, and to his chest. The steam from the shower lingering around them as Aoyama just touched him. Bakugou never reached out for him, he just stood there, staring at him. His body grew warm, and he felt that swell between his legs.
Aoyama was trim, and smaller. The sparkling belt on his waist, the only glitter on him at this time. No gloss lined his lips, though his lashes were still long and dark. Even the pink cock between his legs, starting to stand the more he touched Bakugou.
"Je suis désolé…" Aoyama whispered, his hands still moving slowly over his body- making Bakugou tremble a bit.
"No clue what the fuck you're saying," Bakugou growled between clenched teeth.
"Bien," Aoyama whispered, his hands moving to his waist, thumbs rubbing over his hip bones. "Let me see you pleasure yourself."
"...what?"
"Do it, monsieur," Aoyama said, a small sniffle that had almost died away barely heard.
A deep breath and Bakugou flexed his fingers, then reached for his cock, feeling it almost fully hard already. Keeping a hard lock on Aoyama's eyes, his muscled flexed as his hand started to stroke his own cock.
"Très bien," Aoyama gasped, leaning back, his back arching as he took his own cock in his hand.
This was the Aoyama that Bakugou had seen the other two occasions, though not as much as this. His eyes had darkened, lips barely parted as he gasped for air. The way he leaned on the tile, arching his back with his pink cock in hand, staring at him.
"Fuck," Bakugou breathed, stroking himself harder. He couldn't take his eyes off Aoyama. Even in the hot shower, and not covered in glitter- he still shone bright. Both of them gasping for air, their cocks in hand, stroking and twisting their wrist. He didn't know where to look- at Aoyama's face or his cock. His eyes alternating between the both.
Even with his eyes still swollen from crying- Bakugou hated to admit he was beautiful. Grunting, he was thrusting his hips into his hands, hearing the high pitch moans as Aoyama stared at his cock, stroking his own harder.
He had never been more confused and turned on in life. Where Aoyama was just cowering away from him- now he was arched against the wall, wantonly thrusting into his own hand. The way he licked his lips as he stared at Bakugou's cock was his undoing. Picturing where Aoyama was on his knees before, Bakugou felt his balls tighten as his muscled clenched tight. Grunting loudly, Bakugou was spilling all on the tile floor, the water washing his seed away.
Taking a page from Aoyama's book, he lifted his hand that the cum had oozed on. Aoyama moaned and licked at his hand. His eyes fluttering shut, dark lashes pressed to his pale skin as his body shook.
Bakugou couldn't stop staring. The way his entire body quivered, splashed in a pink flush, his hand pressed to Aoyama's mouth.
If he had not gotten off before, he would have at that moment.
"...monsieur," Aoyama whispered.
"My room, tonight… after the movie," he said, his hand quickly touching Aoyama's cheek before realizing what he had done. Startling back, Bakugou slipped out the shower, and grabbed his towel.
He could still feel his heart racing, and not even bothering to fully dry off, he put his robe on and dashed out the bathroom.