Gets a little racey, but there's no M-material, I swear.
Previous Chapter Summary- Kise gave Aomine head in the shower, to which Aomine promptly walked out after without any return affection/attention.
Kise remained in the shower out of a sense of bitterness.
He kept his back turned and the water roaring, as if the heat alone would make him feel better.
When Aomine returned with towels Kise pointedly ignored him, staring at the back corner of the shower as he ran hands through his hair. He vaguely heard Aomine sigh dramatically and pictured the other rolling his eyes. The blonde grimaced at the very idea and continued his shower.
He didn't come out of the bathroom until the shower was off, his hair was mostly towel-dried, and the lower half of his body was carefully covered by the towel Aomine left behind.
Only then did Kise step out, glancing around the room.
All he could think about was Aomine. How this would affect their friendship, Kise's basketball, and so much more.. The entire thing had snowballed into something huge and daunting, and Kise was scared to even face the mess. Still, avoiding it only made it grow worse. Thus as he stepped out and found Aomine lazing in the floor, he had to make a choice.
Slowly, confidently, he stepped over and knelt down. Aomine was laying out with his back turned, sprawled and probably half-asleep if Kise knew him at all. Which he did, better than anyone.
Keeping one hand on his towel, Kise nudged Aomine slightly.
There was a grunt and a ragged inhale, but no more. Kise waited. Aomine was unresponsive to another nudge. Slowly Kise shifted, rolling the other onto his back.
By the time Aomine opened his eyes blearily Kise was simply there. All around him, as seemed to always be the case when they collided like this. Even after the shower Kise held on to his personal scent, light and airy with a low tinge of some kind of cologne. Most of it was washed off, but Aomine could still smell it as the blonde leaned over him.
Both hands were on either side of Aomine's head, bracing against the floor as Kise leaned down low. His bangs were brushing Aomine's forehead as he breathed, and the ace grimaced at it slightly. It tickled.
"Kise." He growled, a start to a thought that was never finished. As soon as he got the blonde's name out the inches of space between them were gone. Kise pressed close and hard, with a feverish insistence that struck Aomine still.
It was their second kiss, and the inclination had all been Kise's. Aomine laid still, stunned and silent this time around while Kise parted lips and ran a daring tongue over Aomine's mouth. He tensed, and Kise breathed a low laugh that blew hot breath over his face.
The storm was dying out outside, giving quiet rolls of thunder in the distance that often came and went without any bright flashes of joined lightning. The sky was still dark, bleeding from overcast into early night. In the dimness of the room no lights had been turned on, leaving the two with only what hollow illumination seeped through clouds and paper doors.
In the dark it was easy for Aomine to ease, eyes shutting and surrendering to Kise's insistence. He pressed and probed, kissing and flattening his chest against Aomine's. Things were a slow build, awkward and unsure, but as soon as Aomine caved in and opened his mouth to Kise's antics, arms rose.
He grabbed Kise tight, pressing them together impossibly harder. Aomine rolled, but even beneath him Kise was a far cry from surrendering. He fought to stay close, to keep his lips on Aomine's as his tongue traced slow paths through the other's mouth. They breathed hard and heavy into one another, and Kise slowly allowed himself to relax into Aomine. His hands found the other's short hair, pulling with one hand while the other fled lower, following the ace's spine.
In Kise's absence Aomine had gotten dressed in loose sweatpants and no shirt. Kise's hand ran from Aomine's neck to his lower back, where fingertips played with the rim of his pants. Aomine grumbled a low growl in response, without warning nipping a less than gentle bite at Kise's lips. The blonde laughed, though there was a certain malice in the tone. He shifted, rising one leg between Aomine's.
As soon as the other groaned in reply Kise pushed. He shoved hard at Aomine's shoulder, using his hand in the other's hair to pull and half-throw the other off him. With a mocking, sadistic smile the blonde stood and worked to keep his towel firmly on his hips.
"It's not pleasant when someone is selfish, Aominecchi." Kise scolded.
Aomine got the message, but frowned bitterly anyway.
There was a heartbeat of silence, before Kise bit at the inside of his mouth and inhaled slow. He had to build the courage to speak what needed to be said, even if it broke the tentative.. whatever they had going on.
"If we're going to do this, you can't be the only one enjoying yourself." Kise spoke warm, but hard. He would not compromise, as much was clear with the way he moved out of Aomine's reach to lean against the wall. Aomine watched with a sullen expression, pouting. Kise idly wondered if that was the face Momoi dealt with every day.
It would be cute, in any other situation.
"And I can't keep skipping class to come see you."
"..You skipped cla-"
"So you're just going to have to text me more often."
Kise was fast to steer the subject. Aomine wasn't anywhere near forgetting what he heard, but he let it drop when Kise crossed his arms.
With a sigh and a nod, Aomine agreed. He'd never admit he'd been missing the blonde's stupid text messages.
"We can meet when I'm not at school or work." Kise moved with purpose to the bathroom, where their still-wet clothes laid in the sink. Carefully he got to work sorting them out, in search of his phone. It was in his pants pocket, undamaged by the damp cloth around it. The poor thing had seen worse days that a little rain, for certain.
Cleaning out his and Aomine's pockets, he moved to fold all the clothes neatly and look around. Aomine had risen, following as far as the doorway where he leaned idly.
"Where is your laundry room?"
Aomine laughed at Kise outright before turning and leading the way. Kise didn't complain- Aomine laughing was better than Aomine pouting, even if it was at his expense.
"You can borrow some of mine while yours dry." Aomine muttered as soon as the clothes were tossed in the dryer. At first Kise didn't understand, but then the other wandered off. Kise followed slowly, stopping outside the door as Aomine slipped into his bedroom.
Kise tried not to stare- he wasn't sure where the boundaries of their relationship were yet. But from what he glimpsed it was.. surprisingly orderly. And bland. Outside the typical household decorations, and a few odds and ends strew on a desk and low table, there wasn't a lot of personalization to the room.
He looked away as Aomine turned around, returning to the hall with a fold of clothes. Kise took one look at the folds and smiled. There was no way Aomine kept his room that clean, or his laundry folded. Either his mother, a house keeper, or Momoi had to be the cause. And based on the utter emptiness of the house, Kise knew who to thank for the neatness.
Without comment (even though Aomine tried demanding an answer for Kise's smile) the blonde stepped back into the laundry room and changed without Aomine's company. Despite their time in the shower, there were certain lines left uncrossed.
Boundary number one- established.
When all was said and done Aomine tossed the towel into a clothes basket and wandered the halls with Kise in toe. They didn't talk about the lack of anyone else present, but instead paused periodically as Aomine pointed out special rooms. There was the kitchen and the dining room, the entrance to the open walkways and small garden, several scattered bathrooms, and the living room which was an odd mixture of traditional and modern with a plasma television. Aomine didn't say so, but Kise wondered if the tv was so his parents could watch his games at tournaments like the Interhigh without leaving home.
At the end of the awkward tour Aomine lead the way back to the laundry room, where the clothes were finished. Kise hid a small pang of disappointment behind a smile. He was fond of Aomine's clothes, all loose and heavy and utterly without fashion sense. They weren't even of notable brand, which made Kise feel like he was playing some wild childhood game of dress up by parading around in them.
Still, when the time game he redressed in his own clothes and returned Aomine's folded neatly. Momoi would be so proud.
"You could spend the night."
Aomine blurted it at the door, as Kise was pulling his shoes back on. They both paused, not looking at each other but instead outside at the dark sky and dim streets. Kise was probably going to walk home, as the last bus out was running in two minutes, with no way to reach it in time.
"I have class tomorrow.." Kise muttered, staring outside. He wasn't particularly concerned about anything bad happening. He could take care of himself in a fight. But there was a great deal of temptation. Not to mention Aomine offering any shade of kindness was something not to be taken lightly.
"Skip it." Aomine shrugged. "S'not like your grades aren't fine enough anyway."
"But that would be two days in a row skipped. They'll call my parents."
Aomine twitched at the word. Kise pretended to not notice out the corner of his eye.
They stayed silent for a time, with Aomine standing at the threshold and Kise sitting with one shoe halfway on. They stared at the sky, the stars, the moon.
Kise dared breach the obvious avoided subject.
"Won't your parents be mad if they find out?"
Aomine took a long time to answer. Kise pulled his shoe on all the way, expecting the other to toss him out for bringing it up.
"They won't be home for a few days." Aomine shrugged again and turned away, retreating back into the house. Kise lingered, before pulling his shoe off.
Kasamatsu was going to kill him when he went back to school.
But for the night, he tried not to think about it. All he thought about was Aomine, rooting around for spare pajamas.