((The song Aomine plays is "When You Can't Sleep At Night" by Of Mice And Men. A little high-pitched for Aomine's voice, but I liked how calm and simple it was; give it a listen if you want to know what it sounds like.))
Part II
"So how long have you played basketball?" Kagami asked, leaning his arms on the back of Aomine's chair. He still didn't know why he was taking valuable time that he could have spent sleeping to chat it up with this total stranger, but against his better judgment, he was curious, and he wanted to know more about his intriguing if rather weird neighbour.
Aomine sighed, an uncharacteristically wistful look crossing his face for a moment, before the smirk he'd worn for much of the time he'd spoken to Kagami returned, "Ever since I can remember, I've always had a ball in my hand. It's like breathing; I can't imagine not being able to play."
Good answer, Kagami cracked a half-smile despite himself, glad to have stumbled across someone who seemed as passionate about the sport as he was; even if he acted aloof and careless about it, there was definitely a note of fervor in his voice.
"And how long have you played...that lute or whatever it is?"
As he expected, Aomine's upper lip curled in a scowl at the backhanded taunt, "Bass, retard," he growled. Kagami laughed; he was so easily provoked it was almost ridiculous, "I started playing in my second year of high school, just to pass the time. Plus, the chicks really love a guy with a guitar." His expression turned arrogant, a twisted smile stretching his lips, and he strummed out a set of chords, but his eyes remained on Kagami; head tilted back, gaze lingering on his face and his chest.
"Yeah?" Kagami muttered, suppressing a hot prickle of emotion that he didn't understand and didn't want to decipher, "So impersonating a band geek and fiddling with that thing has gotten you laid?"
To his surprise, Aomine didn't rise to the bait this time, and his smirk took on a slightly different, sensual tone that chased a chill down Kagami's spine, "Oh yeah. You wouldn't believe how the babes line up when they see how skilled my fingers can be." As if to emphasize his point, said fingers danced along the bass's thin strings, "And how quickly a 'demonstration' can turn into something else…"
He was silent a moment, giving Kagami time to formulate and then banish a thousand unwelcome mental images. And he blew him away with what he asked next, "Want to give it a try?" A slinking, knowing little tune followed the question, and then his hands withdrew, offering themselves to Kagami, palms up.
Kagami recoiled, flushing to the roots of his hair, "Wh-what are you talking about?" he stammered, though he thought he had a pretty good idea what he meant.
"Just give me your hands, dumbass," the bluenette said gruffly, "I won't bite….yet."
Hesitating, Kagami shifted his arms where they rested on the back of the chair, hands resolutely clenched into fists, but after a moment, he succumbed to that prompting blue gaze and did as he asked; breath hitching as lean, callused fingers smoothed over his knuckles, guiding his hands down to Aomine's lap.
Arranging Kagami's fingers to his liking, Aomine gently brought them down on the taut strings of the guitar, once, and then twice, bringing out a soft, tremulous note.
"That's a B flat," he murmured, shifting one of Kagami's hands down slightly before coaxing out another, lower note, "And that...is an E. Now...keep that hand still, and let me show you something."
Releasing one of Kagami's hands, still keeping one hostage, he returned his own fingers to the neck of the bass, and lead Kagami through a sequence of notes, much lighter and sweeter than before. It took Kagami a long moment to realize a small smile had touched his lips, but Aomine noticed, and eventually let go of Kagami's other hand, and repeated the gentle melody on his own, seguing into a repetition of the same few notes. Kagami watched, captivated, as his fingers flew over the strings, and he leaned his chin beside Aomine's head to get a closer look.
As Aomine looped the tune he'd been playing before, Kagami realized it was actually a song, and after a few seconds, he imagined he heard Aomine's low voice humming quietly. Now this was more like a lullaby. Eyes fluttering closed, Kagami let his hands rest on the edge of the guitar, just a few inches above where Aomine's teased out that soothing melody, and he blinked in surprise as he made out actual words, little more than a smooth, warm murmur, rumbling from Aomine's throat.
"Pretty little lady, with your swollen eyes would you show them to me?
I know I'm not that perfect, but you stay awhile baby then you will see...
Miles away I could still feel you lay your head down on my embrace...
My embrace…. Far away…."
Chuckling softly, Kagami returned his arms to the back of the chair, folding them under his chin, "Who knew, the little songbird can sing too…"
The calm, mellow Aomine disappeared; the relaxing moment popping like a soap bubble with a grating, unpleasant sound of nails scratching the strings, and he glared at Kagami over his shoulder. Rising to his feet and turning around, Aomine deposited the instrument that had just called forth such sweet music into the chair and drew himself up to his full height, "Asshole. Who are you calling little?"
"Aw, don't stop now it was just getting good," Kagami drawled, a smirk edging the side of his mouth as he stood up straight as well, "It's really cute, how you can turn all kind and gentle like that."
"Shut up," Aomine rolled his eyes, and Kagami swore he saw a hint of flustered color across the bridge of his nose, "I just got...carried away, that's all."
"Forgot you weren't playing for a doting little schoolgirl, you mean."
"Hey. You're asking for it, mister." Aomine growled, advancing toward him ominously. Before Kagami could summon another taunt, strong hands that had previously caressed and lead his own clamped down on his wrists, and Aomine pinned him roughly against the wall.
"What are you - mff!" Kagami's protests were cut off as the darker man's lips crashed into his own, smothering and devouring them, startling him with a flash of teeth, and once he recovered from the moment of shock, Kagami mustered the strength to free his hands and shove him away.
"What the hell?" he sputtered, grimacing and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
"That," Aomine said, a little breathlessly, but otherwise unfazed, "Is the proper way to show you appreciate my talents."
"Appreciate your…?" Kagami was at a loss, incredulous; his indignance and anger momentarily forgotten. Exactly how much arrogance can one guy possibly contain before he explodes?
Sighing, he raked a hand through his own hair, still beyond confused by this strange person who had serenaded and then kissed him. And...though he was reluctant to admit it, he was no less intrigued than he had been before.
"...Did you write that?" he asked after a moment, meeting Aomine's impassive gaze again.
"Nah," Aomine scratched his cheek with one hand, "I'm not a composer or whatever; that's just one that usually...works."
"What do you mean?"
He shrugged, "I dunno, sappy shit like that usually gets the girls in the mood to make out."
Kagami stared at him, "And you wanted to make out...with me?"
"Did my mouth on yours somehow not get the message across?" Aomine replied sleekly, and then lifted his shoulders in a shrug again, "Well...since you pushed me, I'm guessing you weren't expecting it. But, considering you haven't run away screaming...it looks like you're not completely against the idea…."
Aomine's careless analysis only served to turn Kagami's tact right back into dust, and he scrambled to remember how to articulate and stop gaping like a fish out of water, his face feeling like it was on fire.
Aomine leered, and his hand reached out to trace one of Kagami's cheeks, "You're blushing, how adorable…"
Kagami slapped his hand away, "Don't touch me, bastard."
A tiny furrow appeared between Aomine's slender eyebrows, and his expression turned into what Kagami probably wouldn't be forgiven for calling a pout, "Why not?"
The question caught him off-guard - like so much else about this particular person - and he faltered, because Aomine seemed legitimately confused why he was to be denied this privilege. I get the feeling he's used to getting his way all the time…
He fidgeted, very aware that he was still backed up against the wall, though he had at least a few centimeters separating him from the tall, lean body exuding tangible heat and masculinity that encircled him like an unwelcome embrace.
"Well...uh...because…" he mumbled, shifting his weight uncomfortably.
"Stop thinking so hard," Aomine whispered, leaning the barest bit closer to him, "You might break something." Not giving Kagami time to retort, he closed the remaining distance between them and pressed their lips together again, this time slower, this time letting Kagami feel and taste and decide how he wanted to respond to the contact.
To his surprise, he didn't feel repulsed; didn't feel inclined to immediately jerk away like he had before. There was something alluring, something indescribable but undeniably compelling about Aomine's lips. They were works of art, and in touching Kagami's own they passed some of that art on to his blank, waiting canvas; painting a picture of what this strong, talented man had to offer.
Those firm, tempting lips parted, prompting his own to do the same, and Aomine's fingers reached up and snagged in the back of Kagami's hair, tilting his head to his liking as a hot tongue probed into his mouth.
Startled, Kagami almost bit it in half.
Calming his nerves with slow strokes to his hair, sifting through the red strands, Aomine snickered softly against his lips, "Relax; you're really freaking tense..."
"Of course, dumbass," Kagami snorted, "I've never...that is...this is the first time I've...with another guy, I mean -"
Aomine shushed him with a light, fleeting brush of lips, "Me too."
"Then why…?" Kagami began, trailing off.
Aomine honestly seemed to think about it, and then shrugged, "You're interesting. I liked talking to you, and playing for you, and I loved watching you play basketball earlier… Right now I feel like kissing you, touching you; maybe more, and here you are all laid out before me…" He emphasized what he meant by grazing a fingertip down Kagami's bare chest, eliciting a shiver, "What's wrong with that?"
Kagami could think of a lot of things wrong with that, but his reasons for objecting seemed pretty feeble to him now. Maybe it was the way Aomine had said it, or the way he was looking at him now; like Kagami was a banquet, and Aomine a starving man, his hot, damp breath ghosting over his lips, making him feel desired, attractive, and warm all over…
"Uh…" he mumbled, but Aomine spared him from having to stammer out some kind of response. Bracing his hands against the wall on either side of Kagami's head, he brought his mouth down on his again, and this time his tongue didn't hesitate before plunging between his lips. He felt more than heard a soft moan released against his mouth, and Aomine's body lined up with his. Through the fabric of their pants separating them, Kagami could feel a swelling hardness at the other's groin. He almost broke away and protested again, unnerved by the foreign sensation of another man's erection pressing against him, but the warm, confident tongue plundering his mouth, stroking against his own, effectively distracted him, and he surrendered to it once and for all.
Aomine kissed him harder, tangling his fingers in the back of his hair, and his hips rocked against Kagami's, driving his arousal against him. He gasped, breaking the heated kiss briefly as he instinctively responded to the pressure, and gripped Aomine's shoulders as he leaned down to attack his mouth again. Aomine's other hand dropped, before smoothing over Kagami's bare stomach, tracing ridges and grooves; the muscles trembling at the light touch.
Then that hand dipped down, landing on the waistband of Kagami's sweats, and that brought him out of his reverie, his own hand clamping over it, stopping it from moving lower.
"Shit, wait...what are you -" he floundered, interrupting the kiss that he'd allowed to get way too deep and involved.
Aomine's gorgeous face was flushed, his breathing uneven, and he seemed mildly irritated at being interrupted in his explorations, "What?"
"What...are you doing?" Kagami managed, not removing his halting grip.
Leaning closer, utterly invading Kagami's personal space, Aomine ducked in to whisper in his ear, "Maybe I wasn't clear," his tongue danced along the sensitive edge, and he took the lobe into his mouth briefly before going on, "I want you. I have since I saw your killer performance on the court today."
"But...what…" Kagami stammered.
"Since you're obviously too slow to get it, let me be explicit," Aomine's eyes rolled cheekily, before meeting Kagami's own, "I want to fuck you."
Kagami sucked in a breath, and then dropped his gaze to the floor, shifting his weight. Yeah, he kind of got that Aomine wanted him, judging from the insistent hard-on jabbing him in the stomach a moment ago, but he didn't think he would say it like that, and he supposed his mind hadn't gone the extra two inches to get his full meaning. Maybe he really was as slow as Aomine claimed.
One dark blue eyebrow rose in question, "Is there a problem with that?"
Frankly, yes; some dude I know next to nothing about just asked to have sex with me. And Aomine hadn't even really asked, had he? Just stated what he wanted and expected Kagami to...what? Spread his legs and give it to him just like that?
"No." he found himself saying.
Aomine blinked, and then smirked, "No there's not a problem?"
Quickly, Kagami shook his head, realizing he'd been misunderstood, "No I meant...no, I'm not going to let you just…" He trailed off, and made some vague gesture with his hands, trying to convey what words were failing to explain, "I mean...I don't even know you."
Aomine looked at him blankly, and then sarcastically extended a hand, as if to shake Kagami's, "Yo, I'm Aomine Daiki, nice to meet you," when Kagami didn't laugh, Aomine's expression turned a little frustrated, "It's called a one-night stand man, ever heard of it? You don't need my whole life-story, and I don't need yours. Just your ass and a mattress...maybe not even that last."
"Well sorry," Kagami muttered, "But I'm not interested in a one-night stand with you...or anybody."
Aomine pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand and sighed; Kagami thought he heard him mutter something like "Damn, it doesn't usually take so much work for me to get laid," out of the corner of his mouth.
"Fine, I could just leave…" Kagami snapped, turning and intending to do just that; piqued curiosity and burgeoning boner be damned.
"Wait," Aomine said quickly, grabbing his wrist and turning him back around to face him, "Wait, goddammit. Look…" he heaved a sigh and managed a strained smile, "Maybe I was a little forward; we just met and all. Could we...start with a handjob - handshake, I mean?"
Kagami's eyes narrowed skeptically at what the other had tried to pass of as a slip of the tongue, "Sure you did."
"What can I say, I can't think straight when I'm horny," Aomine shrugged, looking not in the least apologetic.
"You're disgusting."
Aomine leered, "That's not what you're saying here," his gaze shifted pointedly to where the evidence of Kagami's attraction stressed at the front of his loose sweats, but he didn't try to touch again.
"...Whatever," Kagami coughed, averting his gaze, "You manipulated me."
"Maybe a little." Eyes flashing with amusement, Aomine shifted a bit closer to him; close enough that Kagami could feel his incredible body heat, washing over him in waves, "Anyway...if you're not willing to hop in the sack at this early stage of our acquaintance, mind demonstrating what you are willing to do?"
Shuffling his feet, Kagami studied the other man, this intriguing stranger, for a moment, "I guess...this is okay," he shyly brushed his lips against Aomine's, and then slanted his mouth against them more fully, swiping the lower one with his tongue before breaking away again, "And...m-maybe this." Pressing their bodies together, like they were two large but undoubtedly fitting puzzle pieces, he tentatively rubbed his hips against Aomine's, grinding their erections together.
Aomine's eyes went wide with surprise and pleasure at the bolder action, but his confident grin returned full-force a second later, "I see...but Kagami, I have a problem…"
Kagami started slightly; he hadn't expected Aomine to remember his name when he'd only introduced himself briefly, in passing, "...What's that?" he asked warily.
"My hands are getting lonely here…" he held them up as if to illustrate this, "Would you mind showing them some company?"
"Bastard…" Kagami grumbled, but he took his wrists in his hands just the same, bringing Aomine's tentatively to his waist, just over his groin, "I guess...um...you can t-touch me. As long as I can touch you too," he added hastily.
Aomine smirk widened, "Hell yeah, go for it."
He went for it. His own hands were hesitant, where Aomine's seemed much more assured, but he lightly placed them against the dark man's stomach, smoothing over hard, compact muscles that drew in slightly as Aomine inhaled. He dawdled there, procrastinating going any further, but Aomine, on the other hand, cut right to the chase. Palming Kagami's half-hard flesh once he had a sliver of approval, he nudged closer and prompted his lips with his own, stroking his cock through the fabric of his pants. Kagami hissed a breath against that pestering, teasing, fucking delicious mouth, and unconsciously arched away from the wall into the contact.
"Like that?" Aomine sneered, voice low and guttural with lust.
"Go to hell," Kagami retorted tightly, shutting him up by grappling with those irresistible lips, his hand cautiously tracing over the angle of his hip.
After much fumbling and shying away, he finally convinced himself to touch the origin of Aomine's desire, cupping the clothed, straining bulge, tasting the answering moan that spilled into his mouth. Aomine was stimulating Kagami's own erection, fondling and lightly tugging through the soft cotton, pulling stifled, carnal sounds of pleasure from Kagami's throat as his hips jerked into his fist.
"You know," Aomine murmured raggedly against his lips, the edge of taunting never leaving his voice, "It would feel much better like this," His hand quickly slipped into Kagami's pants, cutting off any attempted protests as he rubbed his aching hardness skin-to-skin, squeezing from the base all the way down to the tip.
"Fuck…" Kagami groaned, head tilting back slightly, unconsciously exposing his throat to Aomine….which of course the bastard took as an invitation, leaning in to lick and suck at the taut, vulnerable skin as he worked the weeping erection in his grasp.
"Do me, too," he muttered, breathing sultry warmth over Kagami's collarbone, apparently unable to even muster snarkiness in his need for release, "Touch me…"
Shoving away halfhearted arguments with himself, Kagami complied, plunging his hand into Aomine's sweats and grasping his hardened cock; so strange and yet so similar to his own. Aomine dug his thumb against the sticky slit of Kagami's erection in approval, and with a strained, indistinct curse Kagami let his head drop against his shoulder, and slid his fingers over Aomine, familiarizing himself with his length and girth.
They fell into a rhythm together, jerking and twisting in tandem with one another, to the sound of rustling fabric, rough breaths, and muffled moans and gasps. Kagami rutted his hips mindlessly against the hand pleasuring him, working him as nimbly and skillfully as it worked music from a set of well-tuned guitar strings. He tried to give as good as he got; using the pre-cum leaking from Aomine's rigid erection to aid his increasingly surer strokes, tracing the vein that coiled along the underside, teasing the crown and the blunt head. Aomine rewarded him with soft groans and sighs against the side of his neck, but eventually, he must have flipped some switch, because the bluenette tensed against him with an aborted sound of pleasure.
"Ugh, d-do that again," he panted, accompanying the order with a squeeze to the base of Kagami's arousal.
Kagami did as he said, and Aomine obligingly gasped, dark eyes squeezing shut as he stroked Kagami faster and harder, leading him to do the same. Fire and bliss was gathering in his stomach, pooling lower, and he could hear Aomine's grit-out moans and swears in his ear growing more urgent. His hand around Kagami's arousal faltered, his whole body shuddering, and he thrust his hips twice more into Kagami's palm before he groaned and coated it with thick, hot fluid. Kagami's vision flashed white, his spine tingling, and he followed his release with his own, a startled cry falling from his lips as he came, legs turning to jelly a second before he collapsed against Aomine's chest.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing and racing hearts, as Kagami tried to remember how to stand and cum dripped from both of their fingers.
"So," Aomine said after a moment, voice slightly unsteady and clearly satisfied, but otherwise just as lazily superior and aggravating and sexy as ever, "...How was that?"
"I'll...answer you...once the hotel stops spinning," Kagami managed, pushing himself off the other man and grimacing at the mess all over his hand. Aomine withdrew his sticky hand from Kagami's cock as well, and then rather shamelessly wiped it on his sweats, ignoring the glare Kagami shot at him.
"Has it stopped spinning yet?" he chuckled, folding his arms loosely and gazing at Kagami with equal measures of satiation and amusement.
"Shut up," Kagami growled.
"Is it too early to ask for a one-on-one tomorrow?" He glanced at the gradually paling sky through the hotel window and amended, "Or uh...later today after we crash for a bit?"
Kagami just blinked, thrown for a loop for the umteenth time tonight by how rapidly this guy switched tactics and jumped from one subject right to the next.
"Whatever," he sighed defeatedly, smearing what was on his hand on the thin sleeve of Aomine's shirt and walking away, only turning briefly to add dryly, "No showtunes or singalongs until I've gotten at least five hours of sleep, capiche Ahomine?"
Aomine looked for a moment like he might rebuke that phrasing, but some murderous glint in Kagami's eye must have convinced him to think better of it, and he nodded with the same lopsided smirk that had seduced its way into being pressed against Kagami's mouth a few minutes ago.
"Got it, Bakagami," he replied smoothly, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Snorting to himself, Kagami tramped out of the Hotel Room from the Black Lagoon and returned to his own, kicking the door shut behind him and collapsing bonelessly on the bed. Before sleep that had been knocking since the game that felt like a lifetime ago could claim him, he considered Aomine's impromptu request to play one-on-one with him.
Well, it wasn't like he was ever going to see that moron again for the rest of his life. But just in case he did, he supposed he should ask the man at the front desk where the nearest street court was.
TBC
((I say TBC loosely, because it's possible that I could wring one more chapter out of this story before calling it done….depends on the winds of inspiration. This one was significantly longer, and if worst comes to worst I guess I'd be fine with this ending.
Feedback would be much appreciated, feed the author!
-Shinsun))