Shinso moved against the downy pillow, the fabric smelled slightly of bleach, he opened his eyes, that's right, they were in the hotel. Sleep swirled in his brain, the room was dark, he rolled over. Fuck, he hated how they always tucked the fucking sheets into the mattress, he kicked his legs. Feet free, he spread out enjoying the rough feel of the fabric, so unlike his own silk sheets. His foot slammed into a leg. "Shit!" Shinso slid his foot back instantly, his eyes trying to see in the dark, memories of the night flooding his brain.
"Good morning," a rich sleep filled voice broke the silence of the room.
Icy fear gripped him, Shinso moved to the edge of the bed, his body almost falling off. He was quiet, his mind racing, why couldn't he say anything?
"Good morning, it's simple, try it." Ojiro rolled over punching the pillow to get a good place to rest his chin. He could hear him working his way to the edge of the bed but he was staying quiet.
"W-Why am I here?" Shinso's voice trembled slightly, he could see Ojiro's muscled upper body in the dim light, the sheet laying across his waist, he wasn't wearing a shirt.
"You took a shower, I rubbed some cream on your skin while we talked, when I was done, you were asleep." Ojiro patted the bed. "You're gonna fall off, I don't bite, unless you bite first."
Not moving Shinso's eyes darted nervously around the room, "We, I mean, you didn't do anything?"
"I kissed that purple fuzz you call hair, then went to sleep." Ojiro sighed, he looked like a cornered animal, he wasn't surprised. "Shinso, you sound anxious, I gave you a choice to come in last night, you chose yes. I told you, I don't fuck around with brats, you're safe with me."
Snorting, Shinso eased his leg out of the bed looking for the floor, he followed with his other leg. Standing up quickly, he looked around in the dark for his clothes. A light came on next to the bed. Ojiro lay back down on his elbow watching him. Seeing his clothes Shinso grabbed them, face blazing red, he ran for the bathroom. Slamming the door, he leaned on the sink. Why was he scared? He ate pricks like him for breakfast. He took several deep breaths. Running a hand over his butt, the skin was barely sore, he glanced at the door, had this jerk really spanked him? Who the fuck did he think he was? Shinso looked in the mirror, the bags under his eyes were lighter today. Pulling out his phone, he blinked seeing the time, had he really slept that long? He couldn't remember the last time he'd slept so long without waking up. A knock on the door made him jump.
"You okay?"
The deep timbre of his voice was husky, Shinso shivered, he felt a leap in his groin, "shit," he grimaced. "No way, not him," he whispered to his rebellious body. His dick could be rock hard and there was no fucking way he was touching this sadist, even to throw him off the bus.
"Shinso, I'm just making sure you're okay," Ojiro's voice was stern. "Answer me."
The tone of his voice set off a panic in Shinso's stomach, his body shivered again, a sweet coil of excitement released, NO! He closed his eyes for a moment. "Leave me alone, I'm dressing and getting the fuck outta here." He took a breath, there, he'd found his voice, finally. Pulling on his clothes from last night, Shinso frowned, nothing he hated more than the walk of shame in the same fucking clothing. He'd made it a rule early in his life never to stay at someone else's place. Throwing open the door, he expected to confront him. He wasn't there or in the bed. "Good fucking bye," Shinso snarled, he turned to go, Ojiro was leaning on the room door.
"Goodbye before good morning? Seems a little rude."
"Fuck you," Shinso stopped, standing there in his underwear, he could see his body was solid, wide shoulders and a thick chest covered in a blanket of blonde hair, the hair also covered his flat stomach trailing into the band of his underwear, his thighs were thickly muscled. Shinso's stomach exploded in a wave of nervous energy. "Move, I'm leaving," his voice was less confident.
"Before you leave, we need to discuss our bet. You agreed last night that I'd won." Ojiro watched those purple eyes travel his body, he didn't look disappointed at least.
"Oh," Shinso had forgotten with everything that had happened. "What was it again?"
Chuckling, Ojiro pushed off the door and walked slowly towards the taller man. Stopping just a few feet from him, he cocked his head. "You have to do as I say."
"When?" Shinso looked away, refusing to make eye contact.
He gripped his chin gently, pulling his head so he could see his eyes. "I'm not like you Shinso," Ojiro cocked a brow, "I won't ask you to do anything against your will. I will expect you to behave though if I ask."
"Behave? Like a fucking dog?"
"You said it, not me. I'd like to think you can act like a decent human."
Shaking his head from his hand, Shinso glared, "I can act human."
"Good, and if you forget then I'll remind you."
"Fine," Shinso muttered.
"So, now I'd like you to start with good morning."
"What?" Shinso's mouth turned down, "that's it?" He rolled his eyes, "good morning," he drawled out.
Tilting his head, Ojiro smiled, "nicer?"
"Good morning." Shinso forced himself to sound light.
He beamed at him, "thank you," he moved to the dresser and handed him a small tube. "Use this if you need."
"What's this?"
"For your skin, if you still feel sore," Ojiro gave him a knowing stare.
Shifting his feet as a deep red flushed his cheeks, Shinso gave it back, "I'm fine, it didn't hurt." Moving quickly to the door, he let himself out. The second the door closed behind him, he ran, looking for their suite. He pushed the key into the fob and let himself into the main area. Racing to his room, he shut the door, heart slamming in his chest. Shinso stripped off his clothes, trembling so hard he could barely stand. Shakily he climbed into bed, curling into a ball, blood pounding in his head painfully - Why the fuck did that man make him so damn excited?
"We need to head down," Izuku poked his head back into the bedroom, Kacchan was standing at the mirror, he was putting a bar into his ear. "One of your nineteen?" Izuku walked up to the dresser, watching in fascination.
"Yeah," Katsuki concentrated as he pushed the bar through his ear curl. The nerd reached up and touched it lightly. Bakugou glanced down, he was wearing one of their new tour shirts, The Completely Pointless Tour, it was way too big, hanging down off his small frame. Fuck, he wanted to throw him on the bed and kiss him senseless. Could he blame it on being a tour buddy? Sighing he pointed to his jewelry instead, "how about you pick out my other stuff?"
"Can I?" Green eyes lit up, Izuku looked excitedly at the large velvet lined box, small compartments filled with various pieces of jewelry. "What's that?" He pointed to a large dragon curled into a C shape.
"That's an ear cuff," Katsuki picked it up, putting it up against his other ear. "What do you think, like it?"
"I do, you'll wear it?"
"Sure," Katsuki pulled out a couple of studs and replaced it with the dragon ear guard.
"It looks like you with the red eyes." Izuku smiled, running his finger over the dragon with rubies inlaid into the head. He looked back at the box, "those are the spikes you wore the other day." He pointed to a section of jewelry.
"Yeah, I can also wear the hoops and do a stud in my upper lip."
"Hoops?"
"These," Katsuki slipped two hoops through his snakebites, two red balls squeezing his bottom lip.
"I like those, do that." Izuku wondered what it would be like to kiss him with those on his lip. Looking away quickly, he peered into the box, trying to focus on the jewelry, "what are those bars for?"
"This," Katsuki opened his mouth, a small silver ball sitting in the center of his tongue.
"You have a tongue piercing!?" Izuku resisted the urge to grab his tongue, "when did you do that?"
"I got it for my eighteenth birthday." Bakugou pushed his tongue through his teeth, the bar stuck out further.
"I can't believe I never saw that!" Izuku leaned to look at the piercing closer, "that's really cool." Looking back at the velvet box, he spotted one he liked, "I think you should put this one in," he pointed to a red and black ball. The blonde nodded and quickly switched out the piercing.
"You like it?" Katsuki stuck out his tongue again, pushing the red and black ball up from his tongue, the nerd nodded vigorously.
Looking into the box again, Izuku pointed to the bars and hoops in another tray, "what are these? Ear hoops?"
"Nope, those are my nipple rings." Pulling up his shirt, Katsuki showed off his nipple piercings.
"Wait! How come I didn't see these!?" Izuku gaped at rings hanging from Kacchan's red nipples, without thinking he reached out to touch one, "You didn't have these on when you were practicing that night." He ran his finger lightly over the metal, goosebumps flared around the nipple as it hardened. "Oh," he snatched his hand back, "I'm sorry," Izuku stepped back, the deep pulling in his groin roared to life.
Katsuki braced against his touch, he peered at him. "Which practice? You never showed up to any of them." He tried to remember a practice where he'd taken off his shirt. Had he seen one of their sessions?
"The first night," Izuku stopped, looking at his watch he quickly changed the subject, "we have to go, time to get set up."
"Not so fucking fast, first I want to know when you came to watch us practice." Katsuki put a hand on the nerd's hip holding him in place. "Deku?" His blush was a deep red, running from his neck to his green hair, he'd never seen him this bright before.
"I didn't see you play, I - I came at the end, you didn't have your shirt on." Izuku could feel a buzz from the heat on his cheeks. All he could remember that night was Kacchan's glistening body and him huddled in the shower masturbating. He tried to move away from him.
"Your face says you're lying." Katsuki clicked his tongue, he dug his fingers deeper into his flesh. "Why're you blushing so fucking hard?" He studied his big green eyes, they were clearly searching for an answer.
Desperately trying to think of anything, he pointed to his nipple ring, "because when I touched the ring, you, I mean, your nipple, it, um, it got hard." How was this better? Izuku wanted to smack himself.
Cocking a brow, Katsuki laughed, was he serious? A lopsided grin tugged at his mouth, "because you touched it so lightly, the ring makes my skin really sensitive."
"The piercing made them more sensitive?"
"Yeah, part of why I did it."
Izuku felt a thrill run through his body at the thought of his touch doing that to Kacchan, he chewed his lip, he wanted to touch him again.
Seeing the gleam in the nerd's dark green eyes as he chewed nervously on himself, Katsuki wanted to laugh. He loved watching the reactions on his face, it was so easy to tell what he was thinking. "Touch the other one."
"Touch?"
"Touch the other piercing, if you want." Katsuki steeled himself, letting the nerd explore his body was heaven, but it was fucking torture as well.
Flicking his fingers nervously, Izuku nodded and touched the metal, he let his fingertip slowly move across the whole hoop, running from one side to the other. Goosebumps flared across Kacchan's entire chest this time, the nipple hardened under Izuku's finger as he ran it over the skin. The fingers resting on his hip squeezed him hard.
"Deku," Katsuki's voice was harsh.
"Sorry," Izuku whispered, but he wasn't sorry.
"I asked you," Katsuki laughed harshly. Gentling his touch on the nerd's hip, he pointed to the box, "do you want me to wear something else?"
"I like what you have on," Izuku didn't think he could watch him take those rings out of his nipples without losing his mind completely. Glancing into the box, Izuku saw one of the trays holding an assortment of large thick rings and bars, "those look too big for your chest." He gave him a questioning look, "what are those for?"
Closing the box Katsuki pushed it back on the dresser, "those are for another day nerd, I think we have to get to the sound check?" He needed to stop before he did something he regretted, what the fuck had he been thinking?
"Yes, oh man! Ojiro's waiting. We gotta go!" Izuku snapped out of the pull Kacchan had on him. He grabbed him by the hand and tugged him out the door. "Hopefully Sero and Kiri are down there too."
"Where's Freak?"
"Shinso never answered my text," walking across the hotel suite to his room, Izuku knocked loudly.
"Yeah," a soft voice answered.
"We need to go to the sound check," Izuku called through the door.
"You need me? Can't someone else do it?"
"Get the fuck out here Freak!" Katsuki pounded on the door. There was a noise as Shinso cracked the door open and looked out. Freak looked scared, his skin was pale. "What's wrong?" Bakugou demanded.
He flicked Bakugou an annoyed glare. "I'm actually really tired," his voice was gravelly, like he'd just woken up.
"You have to come Shinso," Izuku begged. "I'll do your sound check first and then you can go sleep on the bus until the concert, Ojiro can stay with you." His purple eyes flashed with a strange look, Shinso clenched his jaw, "fine, I'll change, give me a couple of minutes, I'll come down." He closed the door.
"Go down and meet with the others Deku, I'll wait for Freak."
"Okay, thanks Kacchan," Izuku headed out of the hotel room.
Opening the door, Katsuki walked into the bedroom, the drapes were pulled, the small desk light was burning dully, barely illuminating the room. Freak was sitting on his bed. "What's up?"
"Nothin'," standing, Shinso hit the light in the bathroom and fluffed his hair.
"That's bullshit," Katsuki sat down. "Usually, you take about three hours prepping your purple shit for a concert, what's up?"
"I look so fucking good, I don't have to prep."
"Yeah, normally you do, but your whiter than a fucking ghost right now."
"Thanks asshole," Shinso unzipped a bag labeled opening night. Pulling off his sweats, he tugged on his tight ripped jeans, jumping into them at the end.
"Those make your ass look good."
"I know, that's why I wear them, they make my dick look good too, the girls go fucking nuts."
"And the guys," Katsuki smiled wryly. "Where the fuck were you last night? You never sleep out." He saw his hand pause briefly before pulling down his shirt.
"I didn't feel well, I guess I passed out."
"Where?"
"None of your fucking business."
Katsuki clicked his tongue, standing up, he came up behind the Freak, putting his hands on his shoulders he squeezed him gently. "Hitoshi, how long have we been friends? Somethings wrong, I know why you don't stay out, so what happened?"
"Fuck," Shinso shrugged. "Something fucking weird, I - I don't know."
"Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?" Katsuki knew Shinso's beginnings as a Wonder had been messy, when he'd met him at fifteen, he knew more about sex and drugs then most adults. He'd been the one that had helped him get clean, which had been a fucking nightmare. Freak was smart though, he'd learned fast and avoided most situations that would cause trouble for him. "You know I'll fuck anyone up that messes with you."
"I know," Shinso was quiet. "I'm fine, something kinda surprised me and I don't know what to do about it right now. I'll be pumped for the concert, don't worry."
"Fuck, I don't care about the concert. You sure you're okay?"
"No, but what the fuck else am I doing?"
"Alright, put on all your bling, let's go and rock this shit tonight then." Katsuki sat back on the bed watching him put on his jewelry and belts. If something was messing with his mind, it had to be big, Freak was such an arrogant asshole that it took a lot to knock him off his game. He liked being in control, all the time, Katsuki could tell he was feeling out of control right now.
"Ready," Shinso adjusted his belt pulling it lower, they headed out of the hotel. Glancing at his friend as they took the elevator down to the lobby, Shinso smiled. He clashed with Katsuki all the time, but it was part of who they were together. There was no one he trusted more than him. Shinso knew if anyone really did mess with one of the Vandals, they got the whole fucking pack in their face. Coming out of the hotel, he put on his sunglasses. They headed towards the huge tour bus, his heart pounding, he took a deep breath and he jumped up the few stairs into the main sitting area. "Hey guys," he sat on the big couch. He didn't see him. Kiri and Sero were playing a game on the big screen. "You gotta Battle game going?"
"Yeah, Ojiro opened up the bus earlier so we could play."
"Where's Pinky and Yuga?"
"They went to get ready, Zu set them up with passes so we'll see them later." Kiri moved through the field in the game, chasing the avatar he had targeted.
"Shinso, Kacchan, you're here, okay, we should go," Izuku came out of his bedroom. Running to the front, he stepped off the bus, "Ojiro? Time to go." He didn't see him.
"Coming," Ojiro called, he was leaning on the back of the bus drinking an iced coffee enjoying the summer heat. From his spot he'd been able to watch Shinso come out of the hotel and fuck, he really was something else, dressed up, sunglasses on, he was all swagger. Shit, what had he started? This guy was six ways to Sunday fucked up. "Crap," he'd seen something last night though, Ojiro downed the rest of his coffee. When Shinso had finally trusted him, laid out on the bed after his shower, letting him rub ointment on his skin. They'd just talked, he'd been soft, quiet, talking about being a kid, before all the fame shit. Ojiro grimaced, before that moment, he'd been teaching a spoiled rock star some manners, but now, he tossed the can into a recycle bin. What now Ojiro? He really wanted to peel back that thick veneer, that bratty front, and get to know the man he'd met last night.
Sitting at his drum set Bakugou waited for the sound team to finish. The initial sound check had been completed, but Deku insisted the band run through a few songs to make sure the sound was perfect. The nerd had been in a million places at once, he was currently talking with the sound manager. He was given the thumbs up by a tech, he started playing his drums, the others waiting for their signal. They played a song until the sound manager held up his hands stopping them. Freak still wasn't up yet, he'd done a check and then gone back to sleep as Deku had promised him. The nerd came running down to the stage and made his way towards him.
"Sounds good Kacchan, I think we can stop, you have an hour before the opening band starts and two hours until show time. They need to move your stuff, the other band is here to set up and check."
"Yeah, we met them downstairs, I remember the music you'd sent us, I think they'll be a good fit. Where'd they come from?"
"Part of the agency, they actually had a different group assigned, I negotiated a switch, these guys are really good and they mix better with your sound."
"Their name is fucking hilarious, The Jackie Hammers, I guess the lead is into Jackie Chan or something," Katsuki got up from his drums.
"She's got a great voice," Izuku smiled, he was glad Kacchan liked them. "I'm looking forward to seeing them play on a big stage, this is their first chance. They're one of my uncle's newest signs and they've been stuck in a corner since their sound isn't poppy or big on the billboards."
Shoving his sticks into his pocket, Katsuki smiled, the nerd was always fucking taking care of everyone else. "I'm hungry, I like to eat a couple hours before the show, I'm gonna get a car and head into town."
"I arranged for snacks and drinks to be served in the dressing area, I assumed you'd all need to eat."
"The guys do that shit with the Babies, I need to eat real food."
Putting his clipboard in his backpack, Izuku smiled shyly, "I could make you something on the bus?" He'd been enjoying Kacchan's company, as much as he was attracted to him, he was also feeling the familiarity of their friendship returning and it was nice. He had to admit it was different though, Kacchan had never flirted with him like this before and it was dazzling. He knew it probably wouldn't last, so he'd decided to soak up all he could, future Izuku could deal with the consequences. Kacchan stretched out his arms and shoulders, his t-shirt pulling tight across his chest, Izuku could now see the prominent outline of his piercings, he really wanted to touch them again.
"You really like those don't you?" Katsuki could see his green eyes staring openly at his piercings, if he was getting off this hard on his nipples what was going to happen when he saw his dick? Playing with his piercings on his lip Bakugou laughed, that was going to be a really good day.
Blushing, Izuku looked away, "sorry, I'm still amazed that I've never seen them before."
"I don't wear the big rings a lot, I usually have on my small bars, so less obvious." He put his arm over the nerd's shoulder, "what's on the menu for dinner?" Bakugou could think of nothing better than hanging with Deku on the bus, plus it turned out he could cook pretty well.
"I thought I'd make you Katsudon," Izuku tilted his head up to look at him, red eyes glinting with approval.
"You do owe me a Katsudon meal nerd, I had to take some serious ribbing that night." Katsuki guided them down the back hall, "instead I got served some noodle crap."
"You didn't like it?"
"I fucking loved it, make it again, but not when I've bragged to everyone how I know you're making Katsudon." Bakugou grinned, "made me look bad."
Rolling his eyes, Izuku enjoyed the feel of his big arm draped over his shoulders, it felt so natural, he fit perfectly over him. "Not sure you need much help there Kacchan," Izuku giggled.
"Don't get sassy with me Deku," Katsuki squeezed him hard as they headed down the corridor to the bus. Ojiro was sitting outside the bus on a folding chair. His face turned to a scowl when he saw them together. Clicking his tongue, Katsuki dipped his head towards the nerd, "do you mind starting dinner? I'm gonna chat with Ojiro for a moment."
"Okay Kacchan," Izuku glanced between the two men, there was a definite air of tension between them. Debating whether to leave them alone, Kacchan gave him a push up the stairs. Sighing he went in to pull out the ingredients he'd packed to make dinner. The bus was empty, he supposed the rest of the guys were up partying with the Baby Vandals up in the dressing area. He'd make some extra in case Ojiro or someone else wanted to join them. Getting out the food, Izuku strained to hear any of their conversation. The window blockades were in place and there was too much noise in the parking corridor for him to hear the two men, Izuku gave up and started dinner.
"Ojiro," Katsuki nodded, "good?"
"Not really."
"What's the problem?"
"I'm here to make sure you stay away from Midoriya."
Leaning against the bus Katsuki cocked a brow, "at least you're fucking direct." He swirled his big silver ring, "not going to happen."
"Then I'll be the fucking fly in your soup."
"Why? Who's he to you?"
"Friend, best manager at Purple High, we want him to stay, rumor is if you fuck around with him, he'll have to leave and we wanna make sure he doesn't go."
"We?"
"All the tour drivers."
"The tour drivers?" Katsuki chuckled, shaking his head.
Ojiro peered at him. "What? Why're you fucking laughing?"
"Damn nerd," Katsuki shrugged, "everyone fucking falls in love with him."
"That's because he watches out for people."
"Yep, that he does." Bakugou smiled, "what about the one he loves? Don't you want him to finally get what he's wanted all his life?"
"How the fuck do you know what he's wanted?"
"Because, I've been with him since he was four."
"Oh," Ojiro hesitated, he didn't know they'd grown up together. "What is it? What does he want?"
Looking up inside the bus, Katsuki clicked his tongue. "Fucking me, who else? So, if you gotta problem with that, let me know." Swinging up into the staircase, Katsuki climbed onto the bus, his heavy boots thudding on the floor.
"Take those off," Izuku pointed at him laughing, "you sound like a herd of elephants."
Sitting on the couch, Katsuki pulled off his large army boots. "Can I help with dinner?"
"Yeah, come chop vegetables, I'm using this new air fryer for the meat and it's not working right." Izuku opened the instruction manual.
"Let me see that," Katsuki held out his hand, Deku handed it to him, pulling out the tray with the breaded pork.
"It doesn't cook, I've hit everything on this."
Chuckling Katsuki picked up the cord and plugged it in, "that always helps," he ruffled his green curls. "Where's my vegetables?"
"Shit, really?" Izuku looked at the plug, "I feel stupid."
"You really do cuss now," a half smile on his face as Katsuki started to chop up the onions.
"Kacchan, every other word out your mouth is a cuss word! Shinso's been teasing me too, what's with all of you?" Izuku huffed and pulled out another cutting board.
"It's just funny coming from you, a week ago you blushed if you said dang."
"I managed ten-year-olds Kacchan!" Izuku slammed down the scallions to chop, "I was forever stuck in kiddy mode, so I'm trying to be more like my current band now."
"So cussing, anything else?"
"No," Izuku slid the knife through the scallions quickly, "well the party last night was fun."
"That was fun, fucking bowling, who knew?" Katsuki smiled. "I still can't believe you painted my old jersey numbers on my face." Bakugou shook his head, the nerd had painted just about everything on him last night.
"Remember when you won state?"
"I do nerd, I remember you cheering me on." Katsuki lifted the onions, Deku pointed to the wok, he slid them in, a sharp sizzle erupted as they hit the hot oiled metal. Katsuki stirred everything together. "I liked that the most, you always pushing me." Deku cracked the egg, mixing it into the veggies.
"You pushed yourself Kacchan," Izuku blushed, he wiped off his hands, checking the pork.
"When you have a pair of fucking beautiful green eyes watching you the whole way, makes it kind of easy." Katsuki stirred the vegetables, the nerd grew quiet, he flipped the pork and pushed it back into the fryer, clicking the start button. Bakugou waited, fuck, had he gone too far? He finally cleared his throat.
"You think I have beautiful eyes?" He'd meant to tease the blonde, but the catch in his throat made his voice sound serious, he stared at the tongs in his hand.
"I do, especially when you're happy about something, like watching All Might or when you watch me."
"Have you always thought that?" his voice was growing quieter.
"I think so, I always liked knowing you were there, one step behind me, if I didn't keep going, you'd be stuck too, so I pushed for us both. Not sure if I understood that though, back then, not until now."
"Why now?" Izuku was having trouble breathing, they were standing so close in the small area that he could feel the heat from Kacchan's skin. His big body was always taking up so much space around him. "What changed?" his voice almost a squeak.
"We're gonna burn every fucking meal we make at this rate," Katsuki turned off the heat on the wok pouring the food on the open plate. Flipping off the air fryer, he pulled the tongs out of the nerd's hands and laid the pork onto the vegetables. He set the food on the hot grate of the stovetop to keep it warm, tossing the tongs into the sink. "What changed?" He slipped his fingers under the nerd's chin, tipping his head to see those big emerald eyes, Katsuki smiled softly. "Everything changed when I saw you again, you're different now."
"I am?"
"Yeah," Katsuki pushed a few green curls off his forehead. "I expected my nerd again, the way I remembered you." He softly thumbed his face, "then realizing you'd been living all this time while I wasn't around. You've been changing, moving ahead without me." Katsuki stared at his mouth, those red lips, he remembered how they felt, so inviting. "Your fucking bewitching green eyes are now watching everyone else but me, fuck nerd, I want them back." Katsuki weaved his fingers into the nerd's curly locks, his palms resting on his cheeks. Green eyes wide, studying him, drinking in every word he was saying. Katsuki dipped his head to kiss him, gently brushing along his alluringly sweet lips. "I'll stop if you want me to."
Izuku had flatlined, his heart refusing to beat, Kacchan was saying words his brain couldn't even imagine in his wildest fantasies. Rendered silent he could only watch those crimson eyes turn a deep red, focused only on him. Then Kacchan's lips, soft on his, the cool metal balls dragging gently against his skin. Izuku did the only thing he could at that point. Raising up on his toes, he opened his mouth and hungrily kissed at the mouth that he'd been thinking of for ten years. Tasting with his tongue the curve of his full lip, tucking around the hoops on his lips, he wanted to devour the man that had stolen his heart so many years ago.
The nerd lunged into him, an assault of lips and tongue. Katsuki opened his mouth, letting him have what they both wanted. Deku's tongue found his, entwining fiercely, this was not the chaste kiss from earlier, it was needy and passionate, the continuation of the teenage kiss branded in their memories. The soft moans escaping the nerd with every thrust of their tongues, was driving Katsuki closer to the edge. The nerd sucked hard at his lip, playing with his metal hoops. Pushing the nerd against the counter, he pressed his body against him as his tongue licked at every corner of his mouth. The bus rocked gently, a squeak of someone coming up the stairs, there was a light cough from the front. "Shit," Katsuki pulled back, trying to steady his breath, he felt like a fucking teenager caught making out. The look on Ojiro's face wasn't helping either.
"Sorry," Ojiro had the decency to look away, hand rubbing the back of his neck. "There's a problem with stage lighting, a section broke." He stepped off the bus quickly.
"Fuck," Katsuki thumbed the nerd's face gently looking back to those green eyes, they were locked on him, on his mouth. Deku kissed him again, soft this time though, just lips, a bit of tongue teasing his upper lip stud. Katsuki bit at the nerd's lower lip, licking the flesh in his teeth
"I have," Izuku paused trying to remember how to breathe, "I have to go." He stared at those flaming red eyes so greedy for him, he desperately wanted to keep kissing Kacchan. Grabbing a knife and cutting a piece of pork in half, Izuku wrapped it in a napkin. "Enjoy the Katsudon, Kacchan," his voice was husky. Stopping before he went down the stairs, Izuku grinned wickedly, "I'd really like to finish that kiss tonight." Green eyes gleaming, he took a big bite of his Katsudon and trotted down the steps.
Touching his mouth, Katsuki chuckled, "fucking kissed the shit out of me again." He sat down with his plate staring at the food, just like their first time, he was definitely one hell of a kisser. Katsuki wasn't going to be able to wipe the grin off his face for a while.
Climbing down out of the bus, Ojiro was still sitting on his chair reading a magazine. "There's food inside if you're hungry," Katsuki muttered, walking off.
"Hey, uh, Bakugou," Ojiro hopped up, seeing Midoriya kissing him after their conversation, he wasn't sure what to think anymore.
"Fuck, now what?" Katsuki turned on his heel, arms crossed.
"Nothing, I just wanted to," Ojiro looked at him, "I guess, if you're really serious about Midoriya, not fucking around, then we're cool with everything."
"Thanks for your permission," Katsuki sneered spinning back around, "that I didn't fucking need," he called back as he opened the back stage door disappearing inside.
"Fucker," Ojiro glared at the shut door, he hated to admit it, but he'd be fucking pissed too if he was in his shoes. He checked his watch, the first band was getting ready to go on, he could hear the crowd already roaring in the large theater. Ojiro stepped on the bus, the smell of fried food hung in the air. Opening the fridge, he saw the plate covered on the shelf. He flicked a quick glance down the hallway to the back bedroom, he'd seen Shinso fly by him and get on the bus, but never get back off. Putting the plate in the small microwave, he headed down the hall into the large bathroom that shared with the back lounge. Washing his hands at the sink, he knocked lightly on the door.
"What?" a voice called out.
"Are you okay?" Ojiro was concerned, the singer had been absent almost the entire day. He'd expected him to be embarrassed or avoid him, but not this. He couldn't hear any sounds.
Shinso sucked in his breath, why was he on the bus knocking on the door to his bathroom? He was lying in his bed dressed, staring blankly at the TV playing some random movie he'd seen a million times. He'd tried to sleep, but he'd given up, for once he wasn't sleepy. Anger and embarrassment welled in his brain, jumping from the bed he ripped open the door, Ojiro stood drying his hands. "You are not allowed back here!" He shouted, moving to slam the door shut. Ojiro shoved his foot quickly into the frame, the door bounced off his boot.
"I just wanted to wash my hands and tell you Izuku made dinner," he hung the towel carefully, "shouldn't you eat before a show?"
"No, makes me sick." Shinso didn't care if the door wasn't closed, he headed back to his bed and sat down. He could hear the echo of the crowd coming in through the open door of the bus. He'd been trying to psych himself up for the last hour, fuck, he needed to shake this shit off. He noticed Ojiro was still standing watching him. Fucker, could watch him all he wanted, he was fucking Hitoshi Shinso, lead vocal of The Wonders and the damn Pointless Vandals. Standing he cocked a smile, Shinso slipped on his sunglasses. "I'll get a drink and hang with the Babies," grabbing his leather coat, he shrugged it on over his shoulders. "Maybe a blowjob will make me feel better," he blew an air kiss at Ojiro and walked down the hall.
Coming out of the bathroom, Ojiro watched him saunter through the bus, "Is that really what you should do? I think eating a good meal would be better for you, don't you think?" Shinso stopped and raised his sunglasses gazing at him.
"I gotta get up to the dressing room for my performance, so this is where our little bet is overruled," Shinso shot him a fake smile.
"Not really, you got plenty of time, food is hot, sit down, I'll text Midoriya that you'll be there in twenty minutes tops."
Shinso slid his tongue around his mouth, fuck it was dry. "What's up with you? Why do you fucking care if I eat some shitty meal?"
"Because," Ojiro started dividing the Katsudon onto two plates, "I've been doing this as long as you, if not longer," he glanced up at those purple eyes, glinting with hatred. He raised his eyebrows, "I know how stars take care of themselves. Always making sure their bodies are at peak health so they can perform for their fans at the top of their game." He pointed to the booth, "sit the fuck down."
"Fuck," Shinso muttered, "how long is this bet going for?"
"You know that answer." Ojiro found a jug of water in the fridge, pulling it out, he set it on the table with two cups, filling them both.
"Yeah, I do," Shinso grabbed one of the cups and drank it down in one shot.
Ojiro began to eat, "this is pretty decent, I guess it's Katsudon."
A small laugh escaped as Shinso looked at the plate, "I guess Izuku does like this stuff," he took a small bite, "not bad."
"Izuku likes this?"
"Yeah, something about his mom made it for him all the time when he was a kid, Bakugou and he grew up together."
"So I've learned, when did you meet Bakugou?"
"I was fifteen, he came to live in the city, I was done with The Wonders, modeling mainly, so it was the three of us that roomed together, Sero too." Shinso began shoveling the food into his mouth, he realized he hadn't eaten all day.
"You had a parent or someone with you guys?"
"My parents didn't come much, too many kids at home, but Sero's parents came to visit a lot. We had a housemother, but she was fucking gaga for Bakugou, like everyone fucking else." Shinso twisted his mouth as he scooped the last of the Katsudon in his mouth.
"So, everyone wanted him and not you?" Ojiro watched him look up at the stove for more.
"Well not fucking everyone, I still got my share, when I wanted them."
Ojiro studied Shinso, he was so full of shit, he could hear the sting to his pride that he wasn't chosen over Bakugou, he wondered why he stuck around him. Ojiro pushed his full plate to him.
"Nah, it's good." Shinso pushed the plate back.
"Take it, there's a ton of food in the fridge, I can make something later."
"You sure?"
"Wouldn't offer it if I wasn't." Ojiro watched as he grabbed the plate and continued his rapid eating. "Sounds like you and Bakugou clash?"
"He's kinda like a brother, hate him, love him, but no one else better, right?"
"Yeah, I hear you, I got a couple of brothers." Ojiro stood up and searched in the fridge, pulling out some packaged dip that was yellow brown, "what the fuck do you think this is?" He showed it to Shinso.
"That's hummus," Shinso smiled slightly, "it's good," he stood looking in the bigger cabinet. "Score! He got pita chips, Izuku's the fucking bomb," he opened the bag and dipped one getting a huge scoop of hummus. "Oh fuck that's good," his mouth full. Pouring himself more water, Shinso sucked down another glass. He grabbed more chips, "try one," he dipped one and handed it to Ojiro.
Furrowing his brow, Ojiro inspected it carefully, "are you sure?"
"What the fuck man? You give me shit about being rude, don't be so picky."
"I don't do new food, I like what I like," Ojiro shrugged taking a bite.
"Alright," Shinso dipped another chip handing it to him, "if you're gonna be bossing me the fuck around, you gotta eat some different foods, trying new food is so great. I loved when we would go international, such great tastes out in the world." Purple eyes lit up, he smiled teasingly, "ever eat an insect?"
"Fuck no," Ojiro blanched, he ate the hummus, "it is good."
"We went to China a lot, got to eat these cool insects on a stick at the street carts, I had grasshoppers, crickets and cicadas, crunchy but really tasty."
"I'll take your word for it," Ojiro shook his head, "I like fish and rice." His phone vibrated, he looked at the screen. "You gotta go, Midoriya said it's close to time."
"I'm ready." Getting up he put on his coat, drinking another glass of water, "I'm gonna have to piss but man I was so thirsty."
"Good luck, see you when you get back." Ojiro started putting away the food, Shinso headed up through the bus, he stopped at the front. "You're not watching the show?"
Looking up black eyes stared hard at him, "are you inviting me?"
"Well sure, who fucking wants to sit around and watch a bus, boring as shit. I'm sure Midoriya wants you to come up," Shinso shrugged. Ojiro put the rest of the stuff away and walked towards the front, he stopped directly in front of him.
"I don't care what Midoriya wants, I'm asking you, are you inviting me, brat?" He smiled teasingly.
"Enough with the brat already" Shinso shook his head, "yes fucker, I'm inviting you, come watch the band play," his voice faded, Shinso licked his lips. For the first time in his life, he felt a cold spike of jealousy, looking up at the handsome face just inches from his own, a chill down Shinso's spine pooling in his groin. "No, fuck them," he didn't want Ojiro looking at anyone else. "Come watch me, just fucking me, no one else, not Sero or Kiri or fucking Bakugou." Shinso's eyes sparked, "I want you to watch only me."
The defiant look in his eyes was intense, but Ojiro could see the raw fear lurking in his eyes. "I gotta keep an eye on you so that's not a problem. Lead the way."
