Notes: Thanks again for all the comments and all the love!

A small part of this chapter came from a reader's suggestion. So thanks for that, Kichou! Unfortunately, it didn't go at all the way I thought it would go.

Secret Touch 10

"Don't just stand there, Nerdface. Drop off your stuff and come to my room."

Midoriya watched Bakugou make his way down the hall, then turned to the other three teens that the blond had abandoned. (They didn't hear what Kacchan said, did they?)

All three of the boys were simply staring at Midoriya.

(Yeah, they probably heard,) the freckled teen thought.

"Hey, Midoriya. If there's trouble, give me a call, okay?" Kirishima said.

(They definitely heard,) Midoriya told himself. "Don't worry. There won't be any trouble." It was the only thing he could think to say. Truth be told, he didn't know if there would be trouble or not. Lately Bakugou hadn't been as aggressive as he had been in the past. However, it would be best not to keep him waiting for too long.

The freckled teen forced a smile at the guys, then did as Bakugou said. He dropped his stuff off in his room and headed straight to the blond's room.

Midoriya didn't even have to knock. The taller teen opened the door, pulled him inside and closed it again, locking it in the process.

"Where the fuck have you been all afternoon?" Bakugou asked. "And don't answer my question with another question. Every time I ask where you go, you ask why. Just answer the fucking question."

Wow. Earlier when they'd talked Bakugou seemed fine, but now he seemed to be in a bad mood.

"I went to see Dr. Ikeda—I mean, the psychiatrist I told you about," Midoriya said quietly.

"Oh," the blond muttered.

It sounded like the taller teen had expected a different answer. "Where did you think I went?" Midoriya asked.

Bakugou shrugged and strolled over to take a seat on his bed. "I don't know. I thought maybe you went off with someone to see if your quirk worked on them or something like that."

The freckled teen didn't really know what to say. (He's really concerned that I'll try this quirk on other people.) He noticed that Bakugou was staring at one of his hands and that hand had begun emitting tiny explosions. "Kacchan?"

"You said you tried it on other people. Who?" Bakugou finally asked, still staring at the little explosions.

"Wait, Kacchan. Calm down. I only tried it because back then I didn't even know what was happening. I didn't know that it only activated when I was turned on until later." Midoriya blushed a little. (He's really upset about that. He's actually jealous.)

The mini explosions stopped, but the blond kept looking at his hand.

(Now that I think about it, back when I tried it on Kaminari and Jirou, I WAS turned on because I'd just been fantasizing about Kacchan. So, even though I was aroused at the time, my quirk only worked on the person who'd turned me on. I should probably write that down and mention it to the doctor once I see him again. It would be best not to tell Kacchan about that, though. There might be another misunderstanding,) Midoriya thought.

"Hey, Deku."

The green-haired teen felt like he'd been muttering again, so instead of thinking so hard, he simply looked at Bakugou. "Yes?"

"You're really not gonna tell me who I'm up against?" the blond asked.

('Up against'? Does he see this as some kind of competition? A competition for what? My desires? My attention?) Midoriya thought, looking at Bakugou strangely.

"Deku, don't try to use your quirk on anyone else."

(But I already told Kacchan that I only tried to use it on someone else because I didn't know what it was. The only person I used it on once I found out the truth was myself. Should I tell him about that? Will he get angry? I really should come clean with everything regarding my quirk—my 'Secret Touch'. But that would include telling him about who I tried to use it on before, wouldn't it?) Midoriya thought. (The WHO isn't important. It's the result that's important. And I already told him that it didn't work on anyone else.)

"Listen, Kacchan. You have to promise not to get angry...," Midoriya began.

Bakugou was already growling and starting up bigger explosions in both hands.

(Bad. This is bad.) "I found out that I can use my quirk on myself," the freckled teen said, squeezing his eyes shut in preparation for an explosive attack.

"Hah?"

Midoriya couldn't hear anymore explosions, so he slowly opened his eyes to see a 'confused Kacchan' face. "And it only seems to work when I imagine that it's you who's touching me." As soon as he realized that he'd revealed his fantasy of having Bakugou touch him, the green-haired teen blushed deep red. "Um."

Thankfully, that seemed to have calmed Bakugou down. The older teen blushed a little, but smirked. "So, thinking about touching me turns you on AND thinking about me touching you turns you on." He stood from his seat on the bed and walked over to Midoriya, who was still standing in the middle of the room.

"Kacchan...," Midoriya began. But he wasn't really sure what he wanted to say.

"I'll say it again, Deku. I'm right here in front of you. You're always feeling me up with your quirk, right? You think I'd just let you get away with doing whatever you want all the time? That's not really fair, you know," Bakugou said.

The freckled teen felt a pair of hands on his shoulders, the touch much lighter than he'd expected from Bakugou. Those hands slowly blazed paths up and down the sides of his arms. It was such a simple touch, but Midoriya felt so much blood race down to his groin that he wasn't sure how there was any left to flood his cheeks.

"K-Kacchan," Midoriya almost moaned.

The blond slowly moved his hands to Midoriya's waist and kneaded the flesh there.

The green-haired teen was almost certain he'd thought about doing that to Bakugou at least once during those encounters. This time, he really did moan, albeit quietly, and he felt his hips jerk.

"Damn, Deku. I barely started touching you and...damn," Bakugou murmured, his voice husky and his eyes half lidded. His fingers danced lightly up and down Midoriya's sides.

The freckled boy gasped and clung to Bakugou's shirt.

The blond leaned in close and whispered in Midoriya's ear. "Doesn't take much to get you fired up, huh?"

Midoriya could feel himself about to start making more weird sounds, so he held his breath and squeezed his eyes shut. That didn't last long, however. He felt Bakugou's lips at the side of his neck and the freckled teen let out a shuddering sigh, his arms autonomously wrapping themselves around the blond. He could feel the familiar coiling of something in his lower belly and his hips were begging to move.

It was pretty obvious that Bakugou was copying what the 'ghost' had done to him over the past week. As the blond continued kissing Midoriya's neck, his hands snaked around his waist and began caressing the freckled teen's lower back. It was almost a perfect reenactment of what Midoriya had imagined doing to him only a few days ago.

The green-haired teen felt his member twitching as it became fully alert and he could hear himself whimpering. It was embarrassing to say the least, but he couldn't stop himself from making the sound.

"Fuck, Deku. Just listening to you would be enough to get me off," Bakugou whispered.

Midoriya wasn't sure when the blond had stopped kissing his neck, but now he was just breathing against it. Then he felt Bakugou's clothed erection nudge at his own. He couldn't help gasping and moaning out, "Kacchan."

That seemed to have caused the older teen's hips to jut forward yet again. "Deku...Deku, I want—" Bakugou began as he started nudging his stiffness against Midoriya's over and over again. "I don't know. Just...let me just do this for a while," he murmured in the shorter teen's ear.

The freckled teen felt Bakugou grasp his hips as the blond began frantically grinding against him. Midoriya tried to stifle any sounds that tried to escape, but moans still erupted every now and then. His own hips had begun moving on their own as well.

After a few minutes Bakugou wasn't just breathing heavily against his neck anymore. The taller teen was moaning ever so quietly. No wonder the blond had said that just listening to him was enough to get him off. Midoriya was loving the sounds that came from Bakugou. Unfortunately, the only thing he could do was moan, "Kacchan."

"Mmn, Deku," Bakugou moaned. He started moving against Midoriya like an untamed jackhammer, gripping the smaller teen's hips tighter. "Aa! Deku!"

Midoriya had wrapped his arms tighter around the blond as well. And their layers of clothing did nothing to hide the fact that Bakugou's length was pulsating vigorously against his own. He, too, finished only seconds later, clinging desperately to Bakugou's shirt.

And then the reality of the situation hit Midoriya like a ton of bricks. He was standing in the middle of his rival's dorm room and they had actually just performed some weird fully-clothed sex act. He'd made a mess of his school uniform and he was completely embarrassed. He took a step back from Bakugou and murmured, "S-sorry."

The redness of Bakugou's face matched his own and the blond simply murmured, "Y-yeah."

Notes: Short, totally awkward, slightly self-indulgent chapter this week. I would apologize, but it was actually kinda fun for me. Hope you liked it!