Chapter 12
He's not sure what he's doing. All he knows is his hands are shaking indefinitely and Kise is straddling his waist on the bed, giving him a look of encouragement as he guides his hands beneath his shirt. Kise's skin is soft, like satin, against his calloused fingertips and he decides that he likes the feel, probably more so than he should. The expressions Kise is making is encouragement enough to keep going, so he begins rocking his hips until he can feel his crotch rubbing against Kise's thigh. Kise's mouth falls open slightly, and then taps Aomine's arm once before clutching like he's trying to keep from blasting off.
They agreed on a form of communication before getting started. Tap once if it feels good, tap twice to slow down, tap three times to stop. It's not the most creative thing they could've come up with, but it was in the spur of the moment, and seemed to be the most logical method of communication.
Kise has been doing nothing but tapping once and guiding Aomine's hands, showing him everywhere he likes to be touched rather than telling him. It's easier this way for Aomine, considering his inexperience.
"This isn't necessarily what I had in mind when you asked if I wanted a popsicle," Aomine breathes into Kise's mouth, hands dragging down his back. Kise only smiles, then begins working on unbuttoning Aomine's pants. He's lowering himself not too long after, and it's not until the blond's hand dips past Aomine's waistband that he connects the dots, and swallows hard.
It's erotic seeing Kise between his legs like that, and it has him hard within seconds, eager to release. Kise's cheekbones dust with pink the second his hand touches the warmth between Aomine's legs, and he bites down on his bottom lip with a slight smile that's striking enough to send a rocket launching. Though, the moment Kise's lips near the tip of his erection, Aomine is panicking, and he lets out a broken, "wait," that sounds more like he's begging than demanding. Kise looks up confused, fingers still wrapped around Aomine's length.
"I don't want to come this way… and dammit…" Aomine squeezes his eyes shut for a second, attempting to compose himself before continuing. "If you suck me off, I'm going to come." He opens his eyes to see Kise with the same expression, lips still only inches away from the head of his length.
That's the point, Kise says.
"I said I don't want to come this way," Aomine repeats.
How much experience do you have? Kise asks.
Suddenly, Aomine feels embarrassed, and he averts his eyes to avoid Kise's piercing gaze. He's never made it further than a make out session with a girl, and considering Kise's the first male he's ever been with, his experience is pretty slim.
"I'm a virgin," Aomine mutters in what he assumes to be a tone too low to decipher, but the next thing he knows, Kise is releasing his neglected cock and pulling away. Aomine wants to ask, what about you, but he's afraid he already knows the answer. Kise is a well-known singer, an ex-model, and undeniably good looking. There's no way in hell he hasn't had sex, definitely with the way girls throw themselves at him.
Kise reaches into the drawer of his nightstand, and begins rummaging through it, leaving Aomine curious and hard on the bed. He watches each precise movement, the way Kise constantly reaches up to tuck his hair behind his ear, the way his brows furrow as he concentrates—he's a breathtaking sight no matter what he's doing, and it's almost frustrating.
Well, I'm not, Kise cuts straight to the chase. And before Aomine can question him, Kise throws a bottle of lube and a condom onto the mattress beside Aomine. But this is my first time doing it with a male, so I guess that makes us kind of equal.
Aomine blinks slowly, ultimately speechless. He's nervous, and it's not because he's unsure about the whole thing, it's because he's never been more sure about the whole thing. It's Kise, it's always been Kise, and he wants it to be Kise. Letting out a steady breath, Aomine reaches out and grabs Kise by his wrist, pulling him back down to the bed. "You sure this is what you want?" He asks, lips pressed to Kise's jaw line as he waits for his answer. Kise freezes for a moment, seeming reluctant with his answer, though after a while he relaxes and taps Aomine's shoulder once.
They move slowly. Aomine makes sure that Kise is thoroughly prepared and comfortable before taking things further. Despite being new to it all, he wants Kise to feel good; wants to make the experience pleasurable. He can see Kise's chest rising and falling sporadically as he lays on the bed naked, his hair disheveled and sprawled out in various places. And it's a pleasant view; a view he's slightly envious knowing other people have seen.
The moment Aomine hovers above Kise, props himself on his forearms, and slides in he feels as though the world is going to fall and crumble around him. Kise is hot and tight, and each time Aomine tries to move, he clenches around his cock like he's trying to pull the orgasm right out of him. Kise has to tap three times occasionally due to the intruding feeling of being penetrated, though eventually they get a steady pace going, and Kise is even rocking his hips to meet Aomine's thrusts. Aomine isn't going to last long; he knows he isn't going to last long. It's an unbearable pleasure he's never felt before, and seeing Kise beneath him so eager and exposed causes his chest to swell and erection to twitch.
Although he can't hear Kise, he knows he's crying out, gasping with every rock of his hips, because he can feel his warm breath hitting his skin like a broken gust. He watches as Kise throws his head back, body trembling, mouth wide open as though he's moaning his lungs out, and Aomine can't help but wonder as he kisses the wrecked cries right out of Kise's mouth: what Kise sounds like in that moment.
Aomine wakes up naked in a flurry of blankets, his muscles sore from having been used in an entirely new way. He lifts his head up to notice that he's taking up the entirety of the bed; that he's the only one in the bed. "Kise?" He calls out, voice rasp. His head falls back onto the pillows as he lets out a sigh, feeling too dazed to roll out of bed and search the house. Instead, he throws his upper body off of the side of the bed and reaches for his pants to grab his cell phone out of his pocket.
Sure enough, there's multiple texts from Kise, and Aomine already knows before reading them. He's a singer, after all. And he has a busy schedule. Finding time to spend with each other is extremely difficult with Kise's performances, practices, meetings, and interviews. Sometimes it's frustrating, but Aomine likes to think he understands; likes to think that's he's supportive with these kind of things. Because the busier Kise is, the closer he is to his dream, right?
From: Kise
Friday 08:32
Msg: Aominecchi! Good morning! ヾ(・ω・*)ノEven though I'm sure you won't be reading this until sometime around noon
From: Kise
Friday 08:33
Msg: I'm sorry, I know I promised I would make you breakfast this morning, but something important came up. I promise I wouldn't of had left if it wasn't important!
From: Kise
Friday 08:35
Msg: I probably won't be home until late this evening. So please lock the door behind you when you leave!
From: Kise
Friday 08:55
Msg: I'll make it up to you (人´∀`*)
Aomine continues to hang off the bed with his phone near his face, thumb idly brushing over the keyboard as he attempts to think of a response. It is a bit disappointing, waking up to not have Kise next to him. But now that things are finally official between them, it's not as though they won't have plenty of other chances to sleep together. Some part of Aomine is happy that Kise isn't there, because the faint pink dusting his cheeks is embarrassing and causes him to momentarily hide his face in his hand.
As of last night, Kise Ryouta is officially his boyfriend. Not only that, but he had sex… for the first time… with his first boyfriend. He's not sure if this is something he's supposed to be ecstatic about, but he can't help but practically beam upside down as he hangs off the mattress. He's heard stories about love and shit, but this is not how he expected it to be like at all.
To: Kise
Friday 11:20
Msg: when can i see u next?
To: Kise
Friday 11:24
Msg: also i woke up before noon. so, ha.
Aomine finally manages to roll out of bed and get dressed so that he doesn't dwell on everything that happened the prior night too long. He plans to just grab his stuff and leave, but as he takes a quick glance around the room, he suddenly feels the need to tidy things up a bit. Though, his idea of tidy isn't entirely the best, he does try. He replaces the sheets, and then balls up the dirtied ones and throws them aside in a corner of Kise's room. A tanned hand reaches up to push back his disheveled navy strands as he looks over the room once again, and then hurries over to pick up the condom wrapper that he had discarded on the floor next to the bed.
An hour later, he's tugging his shirt over his head and heading out to the kitchen. Still no text from Kise, but he assumes it's because he's too busy. Besides, the idiot usually responds with three or four messages horded with emoticons within seconds. Kise is usually good with making sure Aomine is updated with his day; he receives at least five pictures everyday of trivial things such as food and selfies when he's in the studio. It's become part of Aomine's daily routine—when he checks his phone, it's habit for him to expect a text or a picture. At first, it was annoying and a bit overbearing, but Aomine learned to deal with it because he truly is interested in Kise and what he does with his day.
Kuroko and Kagami are gone when he steps foot into the apartment, and he lets out a relieved sigh. Aomine isn't sure if he can deal with their usual interrogations at the moment, definitely not when he has Kise's moaning face practically imprinted in his mind. He swears Kuroko can read his mind or some shit, so it'd be practically impossible to get past him without having some details of the prior night leaked.
He needs to take a shower. To rid of any evidence of having been intimate, but the moment he turns the corner down the hall to make his way into the bathroom, Kagami crashes right into him with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His skin is wet like he'd just hopped out of the shower, and Aomine is quick to push him away like he's been contaminated.
"What the fuck!? Watch where you're going, asshole! And put on some clothes!" Aomine shouts, and then shields his eyes like he's a child seeing a couple make out on television for the first time. Good, this way he can't see Kagami trying to speak to him, and he has a chance to avoid any inquiries of his whereabouts last night. "Move, I need to use the bathroom." Some part of him can feel the insults spilling past the other's lips, despite not being able to hear them. It's like his words are daggers slicing through his skin. "And shut up, I know you're talking shit."
The bathroom is still steamy from Kagami having just taken a shower, so Aomine takes off his shirt and wipes the mirror with it in order to clear the condensation. One brief glance at himself and he knows Kuroko is definitely going to suspect something. His neck is littered in bruises, and if he looks close enough, his lip is still a bit swollen from the constant pressure of having his lips pressed to Kise's. "Bastard," Aomine mutters in a seemingly disapproving manner as he traces the marks with his fingertips, though he can't help the growing smile on his lips.
He's happy. Fuck, he's so happy, and there's no denying it.
The whole court is quiet with concentration as Aomine holds the ball firmly in his hands, preparing for his winning shot. It's as though time stops in that moment, and only Aomine has the ability to start it again. Standing on the court is the only time Aomine actually feels completely alive. Definitely when he's going at it with a worthy opponent like Kagami; someone he knows is going to push him to do his best. As annoying as the bastard is, basketball seems to be the only thing they can come to good terms on. They don't need Kuroko to translate, the way the ball moves along the asphalt of the court is their best way of communication.
Everything is acute and focused, he sees nothing else but Kagami and the basket. They've been playing for hours now, and although Aomine has won every match, he can feel his muscles beginning to burn from overexertion. "Alright, I'm getting tired of this," Aomine murmurs before carelessly throwing the ball up at an angle that makes it practically impossible to block his shot. The ball falls straight through the hoop, which doesn't fail to amuse Kagami.
Kagami starts going off, probably demanding that they play another game, but Aomine only shakes his head and sprawls out on the court.
"M' tired," Aomine says, staring up at the dimming sky. He can feel his shirt sticking to his skin from the thin layer of sweat coating his body. "Don't forget our bet. Loser buys winner a burger."
A few seconds later, Kagami shoves his phone in Aomine's face, and the screen reads: Kise is here.
Aomine immediately shoots up and glances towards the fence where, sure enough, Kise is waving frantically like a neglected puppy seeing its owner for the first time in weeks. Aomine is about to wave back until he sees Kasamatsu standing next to him, and suddenly he isn't too enthusiastic to see Kise anymore. He averts his gaze and stays sitting in his spot as though he has no intentions of getting up.
It's not that he doesn't like Kasamatsu. He seems like a good person, judging by the way he treats Kise. But Aomine gets this overprotective brother vibe from Kasamatsu whenever they're around each other, and it really pisses him off. Not to mention Kise probably spends more time with Kasamatsu than he does with anyone else…
Not that he's jealous, or anything.
"Yo." Aomine runs up to the fence and links his fingers through the chains. For a brief second, it's as though it's only Aomine and Kise in that moment. They meet gazes and get lost in their own little world. Kise smiles and tucks a piece of hair behind his ear, and if Aomine wasn't a bit loopy from his hour's worth of playing basketball, he would have sworn Kise was flirting.
It's not until Kagami walks over and waves his hand between their gazes that they break eye contact.
"Asshole," Aomine growls and shoves Kagami hard enough to make him stumble a few feet away.
Kise is laughing when Aomine brings his gaze back to him, and it causes Aomine's heart to swell.
Oh my god, your neck, Kise says, his smile suddenly faltering.
Aomine brings a hand up to his throat and narrows his eyes. "Yeah, so?" He'd forgotten they were there, and the muscle shirt he's wearing doesn't keep them the least bit hidden.
You're not going to… Kise's begins waving his hands around, no longer speaking sign language.
"I'm not gonna… what?" Aomine quirks a brow.
You're not going to try and hide it? Kise asks.
Aomine lowers his hand from his neck, and narrows his eyes. Why would he hide it? Aomine has never been the type to care about what people think, as careless as it is of him, but he doesn't plan to start now. He's dating Kise, and yeah, they fucked last night. Is Kise ashamed of that? The idea of Kise being ashamed of their relationship hurts more than it should, and he hopes that isn't the case. Besides, Kise was the one who had left the marks on his neck; left them on visible places that are hard to hide in the warm weather.
No. Am I supposed to? Aomine looks genuinely confused. It's not like they don't already know about us, what's the big deal?
It looks as though Kise is struggling to find an answer, and Aomine averts his gaze to avoid the sight. Kagami is talking to Kasamatsu, but this doesn't stop Aomine from interrupting. "I'm hungry, Kagami. And you owe me dinner, so let's go."
Aomine can see Kise's hands pressing against the fence in his peripheral, as though he's attempting to grasp his attention. "I'll talk to you later, Kise," he says casually, and then brings his gaze to Kasamatsu who seems to be suspicious with Aomine's sudden behavior. "Senpai."
For once, Kagami doesn't question Aomine (probably because the asshole is hungry too), instead he waves his goodbyes to Kasamatsu and Kise, and then jogs back to the court to go grab his things. Aomine gives Kise one last glance, and then begins backing away slowly, as though he's expects him to have something to say. He always has something to say; not only does he love the sound of his own voice, but he also loves the way his hands look when they're conversing. So to see Kise standing there speechless is quite surprising to Aomine.
What is he supposed to say? They can't necessarily discuss the matter in front of Kagami and Kasamatsu. Even if it's in sign language, it's obvious that they're conversation lies upon the boundaries of their relationship. And he doesn't want to cause a scene or attract attention over such matters.
It's not that he isn't comfortable with people knowing about their relationship. If he could, he'd shout it out to the world: Aomine Daiki is mine! But he can't. He's a singer on the rise, and information like this… information about his sexuality can really mess up his career.
He hadn't thought that through the prior night when he was tasting every bit of Aomine's body. Everything was in the moment; all that mattered was being with Aomine. And he feels horrible for not having discussed this with Aomine beforehand… the boundaries of their relationship. What is okay, and what isn't okay; who they can tell, and who they can't tell.
Is this even the kind of relationship Aomine even wants?
There's no way he'll be able to leave the discussion alone for the rest of the night, the anticipation will drive him crazy. So as he's making his way back home, Kasamatsu by his side, he sends Aomine a message.
To: Aominecchi
Friday 19:03
Msg: Come over after you eat with Kagami?
From: Aominecchi
Friday 19:04
Msg: ok
He hadn't expected Aomine to respond that fast, nor did he expect it to be that easy.
And it's as though he has perfect timing, because just after Kasamatsu leaves to go home, Aomine is knocking on his door. Suddenly Kise feels nervous as he stops in front of the door, and he takes a deep breath to settle his nerves. He swings the door open with his signature smile to see Aomine standing there with a not-so-pleased look that gives Kise wary chills. Aomine's lips are pressed in a straight line and his expression doesn't soften the slightest bit, even with Kise beaming in front of him like a personal sun.
"What am I to you?" Aomine asks, still standing outside the door.
Kise freezes, his grip tightening on the edge of the door until his knuckles turn white. The first word that comes to Kise's mind is everything. And it rests on the tip of his tongue, waiting to be verbalized despite Aomine's inability to hear, yet he remains silent, his hands remain frozen.
"Because I like you a whole fucking lot. I could care less about what Kagami or Kuroko thinks, whatever. I'm dating a male and… fuck," Aomine stumbles on his words and takes a deep breath before continuing. I'm dating a male and I love him. Okay? I love you. I'm not saying that we have to tell everyone about us, but if someone asks, then yeah, I'm going to be honest. Because you're mine. I'm yours, and you're mine.
Before Aomine can continue, Kise pulls him into his apartment and presses their lips together. His hands tremble as they clutch at the fabric of Aomine's shirt, his mind jumbled from everything Aomine had just said. Kise breaks the kiss, breathless as he takes a slight step back.
I'm yours, Kise reiterates assuredly with a nod, And you're mine. But you have to understand that as a singer, coming out won't be good for my reputation. People actually base their interests off of stuff like that.
Why would you want people like that listening to your music, anyway? Obviously they're not interested in your music if your sexuality sways their support. Aomine says.
I agree, but that's not how things work. I'm already starting to get the media on my case, the last thing I need is for them to start bugging you too. Do you understand? This has nothing to do with how I feel, because I love you too. Kise says.
Aomine looks away for a moment, and it's hard to tell what he's thinking in that moment. He's an expert at masking his true emotions, and sometimes it's unnerving; having to constantly wonder what's on his mind.
I will never understand this whole singing shit, but obviously it means a lot to you. So, I'll try to keep things more discreet between us. Aomine says.
Aominecchi, you mean more to me than any song I've ever written, Kise takes a step towards Aomine again, hoping that they've resolved the issue and can go back to holding each other.
This seems to provide Aomine with some relief. His expression finally softens minimally, and he lets out a sigh. You're really ruining my tough guy exterior, I hope you know that.
Kise smiles as Aomine wraps his arms around his waist. Tough guy exterior, huh? You know, I could see right through the tough guy act the moment I saw you. I knew there was a softie somewhere in there. Oh, I really did get you bad, didn't I? He brings a hand up to trace the bruises scattered along Aomine's neck, and he can't help but smile at the sight. It's a good look on you.
Aomine scoffs and leans forward to rest his chin on Kise's shoulder. "Shut up, pretty boy."
Kise laughs and lets his hand rest on the back of Aomine's head, his fingers massaging his scalp as he holds him close. "You're my muse, Aominecchi," he murmurs softly into Aomine's ear, and then presses a kiss to his temple.
