CHAPTER SIXTEEN - HIS FIRST

Four missed calls, three voicemails, and eight unopened texts.

Shigaraki sighed, rubbing at his temple. His phone had died quietly between his impromptu sleepover with Dabi at the Todoroki House and returning to the dorms later that afternoon - without any sound alerts or vibration he had completely forgotten about it. Now that he had it plugged into an outlet and charging, the smartphone was coming alive with vengeance - buzzing, beeping and flashing obnoxiously like it hadn't enjoyed being neglected for so many hours.

He plopped down on the edge of his bed and flicked his thumb over the screen, scrolling through the texts one-by-one, and growing increasingly agitated with each one.

The messages were from Kurogiri and Kai; a mixed bag of emotions starting from wondering where Shigaraki had disappeared too, then turning into concern and finally came the taunting - no doubt after finding out where Shigaraki was and who he was with… and what he was possibly doing with that someone.

"Tch." Shigaraki set his mouth into a hard line and quickly tapped out a quick reply to both of his friends, identical and impersonal as was his custom: Phone died. Just got back. Talk Later.

"Everything okay?" Dabi asked, and the bed dipped beside Shigaraki as Dabi sat down next to him. He placed a hand on Shigaraki's thigh.

"Yeah." Shigaraki scratched frantically at his neck and then set his phone down on his nightstand. He felt weary now that he was sitting on his own bed in his own room. And in desperate need of a shower.

He felt Dabi's arm slide around his waist, and then his boyfriend was leaning closer until his lips brushed Shigaraki's cheek. The kiss was followed by some solicitous nuzzling, Dabi's face burying into the crook of Shigaraki's neck.

Shigaraki sighed, instinctually tilting his head against the affections, "Didn't you say you had to be somewhere?"

"It can wait." And as if right on cue, his phone was buzzing inside the pocket of his jeans. Again. He ignored it. Again. His brother had called him several times since he and Shigaraki had left his parents house to go on what he considered to be their first real date, and he didn't want to interrupt or ruin it. It was going so well.

Dabi groaned, drawing Shigaraki closer. He probably did need to know how much trouble he was in. Natsuo didn't usually call him so relentlessly, and he had a good idea why he was being harassed by his brother.

After the party, the house was a complete mess and it needed to be cleaned up before Endeavour and his Mom returned from their out-of-town trip that evening. Which was not far off now. It wasn't as if he was avoiding the post-party-scour, he just wanted to hold onto his boyfriend for a little longer, before the weekend was over.

"Umm. Dabi?" Shigaraki tried, as warm kisses started to climb up his neck.

"Mmm?"

"It's probably your brother again. Don't you want to answer that?"

"Fuck no." Dabi replied, sucking against the tender skin just below Shigaraki's ear. Shigaraki moaned and forgot what he was going to say next.

They could ignore the phone, no big deal, it was hidden away, but the sudden and determined knocking on the door wasn't so easy to overlook. Dabi chose to turn a deaf ear to it and lifted his hand to frame the side of Shigaraki's face, drawing his boyfriend into a cleverly improvised makeout session.

But the banging on the door was incessant.

Shigaraki meant to pull away but Dabi was determined and he touched his tongue to the seam of Shigaraki's mouth. When Shigaraki parted his lips in protest, Dabi deepened the kiss, sliding his fingers back into Shigaraki's hair and dipping his hot tongue into the other boy's mouth.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

They abruptly broke apart and Shigaraki huffed, swiping the back of his hand over his mouth with irritation. He lowered his chin and his light hair fell forward into his eyes, not long enough to hide his very red face, Dabi chuckled darkly.

"Shut up." He went to get up so he could see who was behind the door but Dabi held him firmly in place.

"I can't help it." Dabi replied, breathy. He claimed Shigaraki's mouth again, kissing him thoroughly, and groaning against his lips. "You look so hot like this. All… hot and bothered." He leaned in impossibly close, attempting to maneuver Shigaraki to his back.

Pound. Pound. Pound.

"Dabi."

"Forget them. I'm horny, Mop Head. I need some attention."

"Tch." Shigaraki shoved at his boyfriend's chest. "Seriously, is your dick all you really think about?"

"Yes. Well, mostly."

"You need to lay off those little blue pills."

Dabi laughed, loudly, completely amused. "Mm. I don't need any pharmaceutical help to get hard. You are the only drug I need." And to drive the point home, he rocked his growing arousal against Shigaraki's thigh.

"Wow." Shigaraki snorted. "That's probably the corniest pick-up line I have ever heard."

"Oh? Do you often get picked up with corny lines?"

Shigaraki scowled and jerked his head away, his face heating further. Dabi seized the opportunity and attacked his boyfriend's exposed neck - a sweet combination of soft lips, the hot drag of his tongue and rough pinching teeth against warm skin.

"Shigaraki?"

"Yeah?"

Dabi kissed his boyfriend's turned cheek and then nuzzled affectionately into him, evading Shigaraki's contention. "Am I your first boyfriend?"

There was a lengthy pause. Silence. Shigaraki's fingers twitched against Dabi's side until he finally replied. "Yes."

"Girlfriend?"

"What do you think?"

Dabi chuckled into Shigaraki's neck, kissing him again. He kind of already assumed that Shigaraki had never been in a relationship - his aversion to anything touchy feely, and his penchant for keeping others at a safe distance away, were reliable indicators, but that didn't mean Dabi had been right. It was confirmed now, though, and Dabi couldn't be happier to be his first of something.

"Have you… ever…" He lifted his head and looked down at Shigaraki and his scowling face. "You know…"

Shigaraki interjected, knowing exactly where Dabi's train of thought was heading. "I am a virgin, if that's what you wanted to know."

Dabi didn't respond with words. He grinned and trailed soft, slow kisses along Shigaraki's jawline until the lighter haired boy shifted his head to meet Dabi's mouth. They kissed languidly, lips pursing and sliding together.

Dabi was the first to pull away.

"Aren't you going to ask me?"

"Do I need too?"

Dabi snorted a laugh. "I guess not."

"There you go."

Dabi was tickled. He adored Shigaraki's smart-alecky responses - they were impudent yet pragmatic, just like he was. He grinned, hand sliding back into Shigaraki's tangled hair, trying to bring him into another kiss. With a sweet sound of surrender, Shigaraki moved his head and pressed his mouth to Dabi's. Though, instead of rushing into a kiss, he swiped his tongue across his boyfriends lower lip, teasing the corners of his mouth.

Dabi sighed, dipping his head to press his greedy mouth flush against Shigaraki, sealing the kiss. Shigaraki relented, their legs brushing while they kissed, shifting restlessly for a position that benefited them both.

Dabi was squirming against Shigaraki's thighs when he felt the unexpected brush of Shigaraki's palm. He gasped against his boyfriend's mouth, and Shigaraki hesitated, unsure. Dabi arched his hips, encouraging him and just as Shigaraki touched his hand down against him, his phone started to buzz again, vibrating between them.

"You have got to be be fucking kidding me."

And unbelievably at the exact same time, came the knocking at the door again. Their date was doomed to end, and leave Dabi with a serious case of blue balls.

"HOLD ON!" Shigaraki called out and then gently pushed his overly lascivious boyfriend aside, mumbling curses under his breath. He got up to his feet and straightened out his skewed clothes.

Dabi groaned, flopping back against the bed and adjusting himself. "I guess this means my time is up?" Shigaraki grinned and stalked across the room to open the door for their unwelcome visitor.

Standing on the other side of the threshold was his masked friend. Kai had his book bag and laptop in his arms, his golden eyes lighting up with relief at the sight of Shigaraki - like he was happy that Shigaraki had answered the door. But that look quickly faded when he spotted Dabi over his shoulder, lying on Shigaraki's bed.

"Hey." Kai greeted, face softening once again when he returned his gaze to Shigaraki.

"Hi."

"If you're busy. I can come back la…"

"I'm not busy." Shigaraki said with a shrug of his shoulders. "We were just… hanging out." He stepped back, giving Kai enough room to enter if he wanted too.

"Okay. Cool."

Dabi audibly sighed at the intrusion and then lifted himself up. He supposed his date day with Shigaraki was officially over with the arrival of the newcomer. Dammit. He had been so close to getting some action with his boyfriend again, and he was still very… excited. Maybe he could convince Shigaraki to come to his room later that night and they could finish what they had started…

"I was just about to leave anyway." Dabi said. He exchanged a cordial nod with the transfer student as he made his way over to Shigaraki. "Natsuo might have a full-on panic attack if I don't get home."

"You sure you don't need some help?"

"Yeah. I'm good." Dabi grinned and brushed the side of Shigaraki's face with his fingers. "I'll text you later." He dropped his head down and offered his boyfriend a simple kiss against his warmed cheek, cognizant about Shigaraki's dislike of PDA but also wanting to leave a proper farewell.

Shigaraki cleared his throat, awkward. "Yep."

"See ya." Dabi grinned and then fished his ringing cell phone from the pocket of his jeans, his face hardening. "Yo. I'm coming now." He waved goodbye to the two boys and then headed down the hall.

Shigaraki closed the door and Kai awkwardly glanced around the room, seemingly discouraged to sit on Shigaraki's bed like he usually would have and chose Shigaraki's desk chair to sit down in instead. He dumped his belongings on the desk before swinging around.

"So, you two really are… a thing now, huh?" Kai asked, tugging his mask down to his chin.

"Uh. Yeah." Shigaraki replied. "I guess so."

Kai watched Shigaraki silently for a moment, surveying him from the opposite side of the room. He couldn't help but notice Shigaraki's flushed cheeks and disheveled hair. That added to the time it took for Shigaraki to come to the door and seeing Dabi laying on his bed well, he could only assume that what they had been doing before he had arrived was not just hanging out.

"What?"

"Nothing." He repositioned his mask and then folded his arms over his chest, hiding a blossoming grin.

He didn't really understand why, but he was glad that he had interrupted them and felt pretty damn happy about it. Satisfied even.