Bakugo glared at a photo Yumi sent him, flushed from the look of pleasure on his boyfriend's face. He never thought he'd feel jealous of a slice of cheesecake. Then again he was jealous of anything that got to be in Izuku's mouth. There was also a text from Kirishima, asking if he got home safe.

He blushed and looked out the window, pinching his temples.

It was by the grace of god and Bacardi rum that Kirishima didn't remember the night of his twenty-first birthday. At least...not the parts that Bakugo did.

~.~

Ten months ago…

Shoto and Tokoyami never went to Kirishima's birthday. Their twenty-firsts weren't for another few months, so they weren't old enough to drink. Bakugo sat to Kirishima's left, drinking his second rum and coke as the birthday boy socialized with all of his friends. He'd hoped the green-haired boy who worked at Cinnabon might've shown up to this one. But it was possible he hadn't turned twenty-one yet either. Bakugo fantasized about him plopping down at the bar, ordering something. Maybe a cosmo or a whiskey sour. No, not a whiskey sour. Maybe a tequila sunrise. Something with orange juice. He seemed like a bright, sunny person. The kind of person who liked orange juice. Then he'd move closer and introduce himself. Offer to pay for his drink. Get to talking. Have more drinks. Maybe offer to drive him home. Take a detour in a private, secluded parking lot. Maybe steal a kiss. Maybe more. Run his hands through the soft, fluffy hair that tortured him on a daily basis. Heard that soft voice call his name -

"Bakubroooo!" Kiri called at him, grabbing his shoulder. "You're like a million miles away, man. You okay?"

"I'm fine," he grumbled back, shattered out of his daydream. Except he'd had five more drinks than he'd planned and was in no shape to drive home. He'd been so distracted he didn't notice the bartender's attendance to his drinks.

"You sure? You look depressed," He noted drunkenly.

"Where did everybody go?" Bakugo asked, ignoring the question.

Kirishima blushed, staring down into his god-knows-which-one-at-this-point mojito. "They all went home."

Bakugo crossed his legs, grateful he'd worn boot-cut jeans that were slightly oversized. They made it easier to conceal the semi-hard-on he'd accidentally given himself.

"I should too."

"Aww come on, what's your hurry? You're off tomorrow."

I need to be in bed so I can get back to making out with Izuku in my car. "Tired."

"Seriously, what's got you so bummed? I'm sorry I didn't talk to you much, I got caught up - "

" - Don't worry about it," Bakugo cut him off. The truth was, he'd been grateful to be left alone. He hated big groups of people and socializing. Unfortunately, birthday parties had both. But he'd gone out of respect for his friend.

"Let me make it up to you," Kirishima said in a low voice.

That got his attention. "Make it up to me?"

"You're one of my best friends, Bakugo. I don't want you to feel neglected."

Bakugo would've picked up on it right away if he'd been sober. For since he wasn't, the suggestive tone Kirishima used went right over his head. "I don't." At least not by you.

He couldn't get those freckles out of his mind. That damn smile.

"Still...I think I know how to make you feel better."

"Whadaya mean?"

Kirishima flushed, lazily eyeing Bakugo up and down. "Well..since it's my birthday, Mina said I can have whatever I want." He gently placed a hand on Bakugo's knee, running it slightly up his thigh. "So I told her...I wanna bring someone home with me."

Bakugo stared down at Kirishima's hand on his leg, rubbing slowly up and down. It felt warm. Careful. It didn't stir him the way Izuku did, but it didn't scare him either.

"A guy someone."

"You're dating her, aren't you?"

Kiri smiled. "Yeah. She said it's okay."

His voice was kind. Likable. He knew Kirishima. They'd been friends for years. Maybe if he'd never laid eyes on the boy who worked across from him, he'd be thrilled by this. But all he felt was the irrepressible urge to kiss Izuku Midoriya.

"You like men, right?" Kiri asked, jarring him from his thoughts.

"Yeah," Bakugo answered distractedly.

Kirishima sighed, shooting him a knowing smile. "You don't want to cuz of Izuku."

Bakugo's heart raced at the sound of his name, his eyes widening.

Kiri nodded, as if agreeing with him. "I see you looking at him all the time. Everyone does."

Bakugo blushed bright red. "It's not that you're not - "

" - It's okay, man, I get it. I'm not your type. You like the cuter guys. The soft-looking ones."

Bakugo averted his gaze, afraid his friend would see the longing in them. "Why are you asking me?"

Kiri laughed. "Are you kidding? You're hot, man. The manliest guy I know. Men like you are what I'm into."

Bakugo didn't feel any of the things he probably should've felt. Suspicious. Betrayed. Had Kirishima had a crush on him the whole time? Was that the reason they were friends? Was he only asking this because he was drunk? Or was he only asking because he thought Bakugo was drunk enough to say yes? Didn't Kiri realize this could damage their friendship if it went badly? These thoughts and questions surfaced in his mind mechanically, but like balloons, they popped before making it past his atmosphere. He did feel one thing, though.

Disappointed.

He wished more than anything it was someone else propositioning him like this. Someone with green hair and a tight body and -

" - It's just fun," Kirishima assured. "It doesn't have to mean anything."

Bakugo wasn't sure if it was the rum, or his crushing loneliness, or his self-inflicted arousal, or maybe a combination of all three. But the more Kiri encouraged him, the harder it became to come up with reasons to say no.

"We don't gotta tell anyone," he whispered. "It's nobody's business. Right?"

Bakugo met eyes with his friend. Even with booze in his system, Bakugo knew Kirishima was attractive. Not in the way that appealed to him, but definitely a catch. He could tell from looking at him he worked out, with his muscular arms and broad shoulders. He had a kind smile. An upbeat, outgoing attitude that was fun to be around. He was respectful and considerate. Nice to everyone. He could do much much worse than Kirishima. Kiri wasn't some stranger picking him up either. He knew him. He trusted him. Not to mention this could be one of his only chances to be with a guy that way. In conservative-ass Happy Valley, Oregon, the dating pool wasn't exactly deep for people like Bakugo.

"If it helps," Kiri whispered, "You can pretend I'm him."

Bakugo stiffened. "Who?"

Kiri laughed softly. "You know who. I don't mind."

"How can you not mind?" Bakugo asked in disbelief.

Kiri shrugged. "There aren't a lot of people who would even consider my offer. I don't care what you need to do to get into it. To each their own."

Bakugo blushed redder.

Kirishima squinted at him and booped his nose. "You've never done this before...have you?"

The blonde didn't answer. He simply stared stoically back. Betraying nothing.

"Then think of it like...practice."

"I dunno."

Kirishima removed his hand and sat back casually on his stool. "Just stay over. If something happens, it happens. If it doesn't it doesn't. No pressure."

Bakugo swallowed nervously, tipsily thinking it over. It wasn't much different from what he'd been planning to do, was it? Going home, laying down, and fantasizing about Izuku to get off. This was the same thing, except more...interactive. Right? If he closed his eyes, pictured him in his head...

"You should stay over regardless. It's not a good idea to drive right now."

The blonde weighed it in his mind. Not only was going home with Kiri a potentially (maybe) good idea, it would also be the responsible thing. He could try to get an uber but on a Saturday night when the temperatures were dropping into the forties, he'd be waiting a long time. Last call would be in a few minutes. He'd have to wait outside. Kiri lived just up the road. His option was more convenient and damn near practical.

Just fun...

~.~

Kiri placed his hand gently on the small of Bakugo's back and led him through the door of the apartment. It was dark when they stepped inside. All the lights were turned off. Maybe that's why it hit Bakugo so intensely.

The first space he stepped into was the kitchen. Which smelled overwhelmingly of cinnamon. He shuddered, grinding his teeth. It was so vivid now. In the darkness surrounded by the scent he'd come to associate with Izuku, his desire snowballed until it was unbearable.

"You want one? My mom dropped these off earlier today. She always bakes something for my birthd - "

Bakugo marched forward until Kirishima was pressed against the kitchen counter and assaulted him with a frenzied kiss. Kiri gasped, kissing him back. Bakugo moaned in his mouth as he felt Kiri move his hand down his jeans. "Mmm Izu - fuck, I mean - "

" - No, it's fine," Kiri assured, kissing down Bakugo's neck. "You can call me that if you want."

It took longer than it would've if they'd been sober, but piece by piece they pulled off each other's clothing and ended up on what Bakugo assumed was the living room couch. The soft, cold leather sunk gently under their weight.

"You want it here?" Kiri asked, breathless.

Bakugo didn't know. He wasn't thinking. All he knew was he needed Izuku like air and he needed him now. "I...I - "

" - It's okay," Kiri whispered. "I have lube in the bedroom."

Kirishima led him in the darkness, past a side table, a television, and a dining set until they made it to a comfortable bed with a down comforter.

He heard the opening of a drawer, the crinkling of foil, and soft moaning as Kirishima started to warm himself up.

"You want to top me, don't you?"

Kiri whispered it soft enough it could've been Izuku's voice.

"Yes," he whispered back, positioning himself between Kirishima's legs. He tilted his head back when he felt a lubed hand feel for him and rub slowly up and down his erection. "Oh...Izuku - "

"Eijiro?" A soft, feminine voice mumbled tiredly. "You're home…"

Bakugo's fantasy shattered. WAIT WHAT?!

"Mina, shhh," Kiri hushed.

"You got someone?" she asked. "Is he here?"

A soft, floral-smelling hand tenderly cupped Bakugo's face in the darkness.

"Ooo, jawline for days," she praised, sitting up in bed. "He must be handsome."

Bakugo flinched and backed away from her touch as if she'd burned him.

"Mina, don't," he whispered.

"I can't do this," Bakugo declared, crawling backward on the bed to get away.

Kiri gently grabbed his arm, holding him back. "Hey hey hey, it's okay. Remember? She said it's fine if - "

" - He sounds like...Bakugo - " Mina said, rubbing his shoulder.

Her nails were acrylic. She smelled like flowers. Bakugo felt her voluminous, textured hair brush against his cheek. It brought him back to being sixteen again. Living at home.

With his mother.

He hated her acrylic nails. They hurt when she grabbed him under the table when he was being impolite at dinner. His heart automatically raced with anxiety when he got home from school and smelled her perfume when he stepped into the door. It meant his mother was home. It was especially bad if she was home early. That meant he was in trouble.

Bakugo blocked her attempts to touch him with his arm, shivering. "Stop," he begged.

"Mina, don't touch him," Kirishima said, holding her back with his own arm. "He's not into girls."

"Oh, sorry," she mumbled tiredly. "I'll just touch you, then."

Shit. Bakugo clenched his eyes shut when he felt tears rising to them. He didn't want to think about his mother. He didn't want to be here with Kirishima and his girlfriend. He wanted to make love to the boy who smelled like cinnamon.

But he was so tense. So stressed. So nerved up. He needed some kind of release. Something. To free him from his agony.

So he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and had sex with Izuku Midoriya.

~.~

Bakugo hadn't thought about that night in months. He still wasn't sure how to feel about it. And he sure as hell never told anyone. It was both a blessing and a curse that he woke up first that morning. To find himself hung over, in bed with not one but two people, and completely naked. He'd been nervous to face either one of them after that, but when he got back to work on Tuesday they said hi to him like usual and didn't treat him any differently. That was when he realized they didn't remember. He'd carried the burden of that night by himself. For almost a year. But he'd always thought it was better that way. He could put it behind him and eventually forget.

~.~

Two days after guys' night...

"Did you have a threesome with Kirishima?" Izuku asked.

Bakugo accidentally dropped a ceramic plate he'd been drying and flinched as it made contact with the ground and shattered into eight big chunks.

Izuku flushed, curling up tighter in his spot on the couch.

The blonde froze for a moment, suddenly looking sick. "Why the hell would you ask something like that?"

Izuku swallowed nervously. "Well...if you've had one before...I was wondering if you'd be open to doing it again."

He instantly regretted asking.

Bakugo growled and stomped towards him from the kitchen. "NO!" He exclaimed. "WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU WANT THAT?! AM I NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU?!"

Izuku flushed angrily, narrowing his brows. "Of course you are, Katsuki."

"Then why do you want a threesome?! We haven't even had sex!"

Izuku averted his gaze biting his lip. "Well, um...you know how...sometimes...I have trouble...finishing?" he asked quietly.

Some of his boyfriend's rage melted as he listened.

"It's because...well...I…" he covered his eyes with his hands. "I need something in my mouth. To finish."

Bakugo blinked, baffled. "Every time?"

"Every time."

Bakugo groaned with annoyance. "You idiot. Then why don't you use me and your toy at the same time?"

Izuku uncovered his eyes, which sparkled with excitement. "You'd...you'd be okay with that?"

He growled. "Seriously?! You thought I'd say no to that, but you were fine with asking for a threesome?! What are they teaching you in that damn school?!"

"Sorry, I didn't know you were gonna freak out this much."

"Who did you even have in mind?!"

"No one. I was hoping you would."

"We're not doing a threesome! We'll just use your damn toy!"

"That's fine. Can we do it now?"

Bakugo had to remind himself how standing worked to stay upright. "What?"

"What you said."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Sex," Izuku answered, blushing. "I'll suck on my toy while you - "

" - You want to have sex with me?" Bakugo asked, stunned.

"Of course I do," Izuku answered. "That's why I got the toy in the first place. To practice."

Realization dawned on Bakugo's face. "And you…" he began, his voice much quieter and calmer now, "you want it...now?"

Izuku grinned. "If you're not ready, I can wait. In fact, maybe we should. Another year or two - "

Bakugo scooped up Izuku, kissing him hard as he marched them both to the bedroom.