Story Warnings: Kagami x Kuroko; Akashi x Furihata; Aomine x Kise; Midorima x Takao; Murasakibara x Himuro; GoM x Kuroko (past); possessive! Kagami, Aomine, and Akashi; Ultimate Uke Kuroko and Ultimate Uke Furihata; Seductive/Power Uke Kise; Language; Explicit content; Underage Drinking
Disclaimer: I do not own the Kuroko no Basuke series and I gain no profit for this work of fiction.
AN:
Please read the author's note at the bottom :)
Part 3: No Telling What Saturday Will Bring (Day 1)
Edited: 5/26/16
During the Day
It was after noon when Kise and his "gang" (Aomine and Momoi; Kise their self-elected "leader") got to the beach. The Seirin gang came and went by the time this trio arrived. Right now, the Seirin gang was retired in their rooms, planning to discuss what they wanted to do later on. After that, they were going to eat at a restaurant. On the beach.
It was BEACH everything, everywhere. Bright YELLOW SUN, roaring BLUE WAVES, and soft WHITE SAND. The kind of sand that cushioned your feet and was comfortable to be buried in. The kind of beach of your dreams.
"Oh my god! I LOVE this place!" Kise started as soon as he stepped off the transport vehicle. While other travelers thought he was insane for dropping all his things, flinging his shoes, flinging his shirt, then dashing away. Leaving his "gang" in the dust.
"Oi, Ki-chan~" Satsuki whined, pulling up her loose dress hiding her cute swimsuit underneath. She followed suit. Threw her dress (landing somewhere unknown; quickly forgotten). Then ran behind Kise, trying to catch up even though he was much faster. They were gone with the wind, a gentle breeze of warm air blowing their locks. They started chasing each other around while on their way to the ocean, leaving their third member behind without looking back.
"Damn it."
And then there was one. Daiki. He wasn't going to run with them. He wasn't going to tear off his comfortable sweatpants, nor his dark tank that clung to his broad shoulders and back. He was going to stay perfectly put, guarding a big pile of luggage while travelers passed him by just like his "friends." He surveyed his environment, seeing groups or individuals in swimsuits playing their beach sports (Frisbee, volleyball, surfing), running around, lying around, tanning, reading under their umbrellas, dancing (music playing), flying kites…
"Hey, get a picture of this Momocchi!"
Kise spread his arms and legs wide, mimicking a human X as he posed for a pic. His features brightened. Behind him, sparkling water rolling in waves and clear skies above served as the set for his photo.
"You look GREAT!" Momoi shouted before running over to show him the picture she just took.
Aomine hadn't moved an inch from his original spot. Really. He was about to just stand there. And yawn. Not that he was tired. Or bored. He just had no interest in skipping around, snapping 'cute' pictures like Satsuki and Kise were. He crossed his arms. Oblivious to the attention he received from strangers. For being both attractive and looking unhappy when there was so much life around him.
Hopefully he wasn't terribly misunderstood. Aomine was glad to be here, despite what others already assumed. A change of scenery from the usual tall buildings and rows of houses in urban Tokyo was welcomed. He felt lucky to be relaxing at a place like this for a week.
"Looking hot, Momocchi!"
"Liar! You look SO hot!"
They were both smoking, gaining attention left and right for their appearance. And their volume. But Daiki silently agreed with Momoi about Kise. It's not like he would look at Satsuki; memories of them together as kids and her becoming his blood unrelated sister caused him to block any sexual attraction to her. He had no interest even if she had nice tits. He never thought that about her; he never checked her out (even if she had a short skirt and sometimes he saw up under it; those were coincidental, and he wasn't attracted to her. And that was that).
On the other hand, the sight of his Teiko teammate burned. He constantly looked Kise's way. Right now, he was just shirtless, still wearing those tight pants. How could the blonde move around so easily and naturally? While on the plane, Aomine managed to make Kise give in a little. But sadly, not completely. He hadn't been able to get Kise out of any of those tight clothes.
With Satsuki right next to them (in their reserved section), in her own seat, Aomine thought against it anyways; he resorted to feeling Kise up over his clothes.
Just remembering was enough to annoy him.
Not to mention the hot and cold treatment he got from the blonde miracle. Kise touched him back– like stroking his chest – but turned away from all his kisses. Aomine may be quick, with high level instincts, but hadn't tricked Kise into a kiss even once. Not that Aomine was desperate for one. He just wanted to know what it was like to feel those lips.
So far, he only knew what it was like to feel that ass. It was 100% his type.
"Ki-chan! Do that pose where you have your hands on your knees and you're bent over with your face in the camera."
"That won't work unless we're at different heights!"
"Get on top of something, then!"
He climbed on a large rock buried in the sand. Momo gave the thumbs up after the camera flashed.
"Your turn!"
Afterwards they took at least 5 more pictures each. And with all this picture taking and shouting in Japanese, it was easy for everyone around them to guess that they were foreigners. The kind that took pictures everywhere they went.
Like the majority of tourists.
Then they needed a break. Only so they could gush over all the cute, sexy, funny, cool, odd, and a long list of adjectives to describe the photos they'd taken on the beach alone. On their first day here no less.
"I can't wait to show this one to Kurokocchi!"
"Oh, look at this one! I can't believe my hair looks that amazing after getting off the plane!"
Kise peeked over.
"Wow. Sure does." He immediately wondered if his hair looked that amazing. But instantly doubted it. After all that happened on that plane between him and Aominecchi, Kise severely doubted it.
He was still unsure how to handle the fast unraveling of their attraction. Never in a million years would he have guessed how quick Aominecchi would make a move on him. It was like a reaction that happened so instantly, you missed seeing all the steps in between. Kise flirting instantly produced sex.
In reality, they weren't at that point yet. Kise hadn't given it up so easily.
"Hold on…" Kise's eyes grew in size as he took note of something.
"What is it?" And Satsuki was immediately concerned, standing right at his side, scrolling through pictures just like he was.
"Aominecchi isn't in any of these!" He whispered. Though the ace miracle was like 50 feet away, on this gigantic beach with things happening all around. He couldn't hear them even if they talked at normal volume.
Satsuki stuck her lip out.
"He isn't going to want to take one." They'd have to force him, or use bribery.
"Nonsense…" Kise turned slightly over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes at Aomine when… he caught him staring at some chick with huge melons.
Momoi followed his line of sight and also caught her childhood friend, red handed in the act of drooling over some skimpy broad (this was all in Momo's mind; Aomine was not drooling, the girl was not a broad… well she was pretty sexy).
"I know the perfect plan."
Forget using force. Forget bribing. Trickery was the best method.
Satsuki appeared curious.
Kise rolled his eyes away from Daiki, who should have been watching their bags. Obviously, Aomine was wrapped up in his own form of sightseeing. He was so unbelievable…
"This is how we're going to get that jerk to take a picture…"
They ended up whispering (again, for no good reason) about the perfect plan that Kise devised.
And maybe it had something to do with the excitement of being in a brand new country. Kise thought he could temporarily throw away his old, Japanese self. Not his nationality. Just the person he usually was back at home. He felt motivated to do something totally crazy.
He handed his phone over to Momoi, then ran towards Aomine, who stood in the same spot since arriving. Being a bump on the log. Aomine had no real desire to snap a bunch of useless selfie, or whatever pics. He wanted to check in to the room, put down all the heavy baggage and wander around this place. Explore. Figure out what he wanted to do. With or without company.
It wasn't called antisocial. He called it doing whatever the hell he wanted. That was when he had the most fun. When he called all the shots. He hated being forced or pressured to do something.
But sadly, that's how you got Aomine to spend time with you. You had to make him.
Back to what Kise was about to do. The miracle was sprinting over with an innocent smile on his face, which Aomine noted when he casted his eyes in Ryota's direction.
Aomine suddenly got the sense that they were two people reuniting after a long fucking time. He hadn't been able to get his hands on Kise since they unloaded their plane about 45 minutes ago.
Daiki's arms were suddenly holding Kise – each shoulder supporting arms that circled around them– and the model miracle looked up, for the first time realizing that Aomine was taller. Maybe he hadn't always been. Maybe Aominecchi grew over the winter.
Kise wouldn't know because they were hardly ever this close, facing like two lovers. And neither looked uncomfortable with this position. Kise looked skeptic. Aomine bored. But equally glad for the chance to get a feel on Kise. For the hundredth time today.
"What are you doing over here by yourself?" The model asked.
Kise just ignored the hand on his ass. He had to if his plan was to be a success.
"Being patient while you and Satsuki run around like little kids. And I'm watching our stuff."
Kise shook his head. Amazed that Aominecchi thought it was that easy to lie to his pretty face.
"So you weren't checking out that hot girl with huge breasts?"
"What girl?"
There were already 5 girls Aomine spotted that looked as Kise described.
"Her." Kise pointed and turned to a flaxen haired native playing volleyball. Each time she hit the ball and bounced it upwards, her boobs went too.
Daiki took a minute to pull his eyes away from her as she ran around with her amazing chest of busty, huge, round, bouncy… and Aomine's interest in her allowed Kise's plan to move into action.
Momo snapped their picture as soon as Kise went in and successfully planted a kiss. Aomine's face on the jpeg exactly what both had hoped for. An HD photo of the fresh faced middle school ace of Teiko. A time before the more mature and arrogant Daiki of today emerged. Momoi loved both Aomine's. But she loved seeing the younger features of her friend come back. They were missed.
Meanwhile, Aomine remained stunned, his mind blank. He was still and silent. Brain flat lining.
"This looks great! Thanks Momocchi!"
Momoi and Kise were only a few steps away from Aomine, now gushing over their recent photo.
"Wait until Kurokocchi sees this one."
"Did you tell Tetsu-kun we were here?"
"Nah. Let's surprise Kurokocchi by bumping into him or something." He winked, causing her to laugh as she agreed that it would interesting to see Tetsuya's face when they suddenly appeared before him without warning.
Then she asked if Kise could send the picture of him and Dai-chan to her phone as well.
Speaking of Aomine, it took him awhile to reclaim his calm. Other than harmless flirting, or the weak return of a few embraces back on the plane, Aomine had been the one to initiate all physical contact between them. Until now.
He asked himself if Kise was a tease. Aomine knew how to deal with those types. But it was hard to categorize Kise into that group.
He wasn't sure if Kise wanted to have sex. Or if he was playing hard to get. He knew Kise wanted something... which Aomine couldn't put his finger on.
"Oi, Kise."
Daiki took a couple steps forward, able to bridge the gap between him and Kise. Aomine grabbed and pulled the model directly into his body, by his slender waist. Just like he'd done back at the airport. Unfazed when Ryota glared at him for the rough treatment.
And Kise also wasn't happy that Aominecchi followed with trying to kiss him on the lips. Aomine "allowed" Kise to dodge, and kissed his smooth cheek instead. There, he returned Kise's kiss from 3 minutes ago.
Satsuki blinked. Curious and nosy about anything concerning Aomine. Kise too. She stood there watching.
"Why'd you kiss me and then run?"
"I wanted to surprise you."
"That's it? What the hell, Kise? I've been confused all morning."
What the hell was going on between them? Did Kise want to fuck or not? Aomine wanted to know. But couldn't ask with Satsuki standing right there. All in their business.
"We wanted to get a pic of you. You look so grumpy and unhappy. I surprised you to change how you look."
He left out the part where Momoi also suggested she be the one to kiss her friend on the cheek. But Kise insisted that he had to do it.
After a tiny discussion, Momoi agreed. The blonde would benefit more than her.
"For a picture?"
"Hai." Kise sighed, redirecting his gaze. Maybe he shouldn't have done it…
"You could've asked me, first. I would have taken a stupid picture with you."
"And smiled with me?" Especially considering how Aominecchi just said it was stupid!
"No. But who cares? I'd still be in the picture." At least he wasn't being a jerk. Taking a picture with Kise was no problem. But he didn't smile in pictures anymore.
Kise pushed him away, as if he was hopeless. Like before, Aomine was strong so he couldn't be forced back so easy, and didn't go far. His hands remained on Kise's hips, but fell away when Ryota went to get his shirt out of the sand, and his shoes that were laying around as well. He retrieved his items without a single glance in Aominecchi's or Momocchi's direction.
He was pouting.
"You could have handled that better Dai-chan." Momoi hoped to help Aomine develop a more sensitive character.
"I don't know what he wants."
And of course, it wasn't easy to change his ways. Aomine understood and reminded himself (and everyone else) that he was in charge of his own decisions. No one was going to make him apologize. Ever.
When Kise came back, he held his shoes, dangling from his middle and pointer fingers, and in the other hand held his phone. Seeing the surviving pout on Kise's face and the usual indifference on Aomine's, Momoi wondered what she looked like. That made her realize something.
"We haven't taken a picture with all three of us!"
"How are we going to do that?" Aomine asked. Speaking directly to her, and trying to forget that Kise was around too, but strangely quiet and not as animated as before.
"Well…" Satsuki trailed off. Just by scanning the area, she could tell that there weren't many Japanese tourists hanging out on the beach right now. Most seemed to be natives, or at least of European (or Western) descent.
Darn it. How were they going to communicate?
On cue, before anyone could say another word, a white volleyball rolled over and bumped into Kise's ankle from behind. While he kneeled to pick it up, Satsuki and Daiki were already alerted to the presence of a tall male jogging towards them.
"I apologize for that!"
Kise turned around to face the Australian guy whose ball he held in the palms of his hand (after dropping his shoes and pocketing his phone).
"It's okay. Here you go." Kise answered in perfect English as he handed over the object. His smile causing the native to become friendlier and extend a hand.
"Thanks! I'm Ethan. And your name?"
Satsuki and Daiki exchanged a look of surprise.
"I'm Ryota Kise. Nice to meet you!" Kise became more cheerful at the presence of this stranger. "Do you mind helping out me and my friends?"
They had no idea Kise knew English! And no idea what he was saying to the guy… which managed to piss off Aomine.
"Sure, Ryota."
Though Aomine had no idea what the two were talking about. He knew what guys like this wanted from guys like Kise.
"Can you take a picture of us together?" Kise pointed behind him, at Aomine and Momoi.
"Sounds alright." An easy task in fact.
While Kise reached into his back pocket for his phone, he took his eyes off Ethan for a split second. Long enough to allow the taller blonde to look once over Kise's body. Still smiling with his perfect teeth.
Momoi somehow missed it. Aomine couldn't possibly. And was glad he did. Now he would wait for this guy to simply look like he was going to try something.
Aomine didn't trust Kise not to flirt back, either. The Australian was good looking. Aomine noted with contempt.
When Kise was close enough, Aomine grabbed him right away.
Kise lifted his brow as he was suddenly pulled, and looked confused when he saw Daiki's accusing expression.
"What did he say to you?"
Though it was clear to Satsuki that Kise asked the English speaking male to take their picture (Kise handed over his phone after all, and Ethan was holding it up to position the camera), none of that registered with the one track minded miracle ace.
Ryota wasn't exactly sure why Aominecchi was irritated. He had an idea. And even as the formless shooter had a grip on his arm, Kise didn't try to pull away from him. He wasn't bothered by Aomine's touch. He didn't see a reason to think twice about it. Not if those hands weren't on his butt.
"He told me his name… and he said sorry about his ball hitting me."
"He said more than that."
"Yeah. I asked him to take our picture, and he said yes."
Aomine tightened his fingers and glared in suspicion. He wished he knew fluent English. He didn't trust what Kise was saying. Aomine wanted to know all of what was said. Things weren't adding up in his head.
Kise wrapped his own fingers around Aominecchi's wrist, then attempted to pry him off.
"Come on you two." Satsuki hurried them along, worried that the blonde stranger would grow tired of waiting and go back to play his sport with his friends instead.
"How should we pose?" Kise asked. He also gave up getting Aomine to release him.
"Should I just stand between the two of you?" That way their photo wouldn't be so tense. It didn't seem like a good idea to have the blonde and dark bluenette standing side by side.
Momoi helped convince Aomine to let go of Kise. Then they lined up for their photo. Kise on the right end, Momoi in the middle, Aomine on the left. Their picture, from right (starting with Kise) to left showed: smiley face, smiley face, frowning face. There was no way Aomine would smile for this group photo. He was straight pissed that he couldn't stop Kise from talking to that fucking guy.
Aomine didn't know much about him. Except he hated the guy. From deep within.
"Thanks!" Kise said when he got his phone back.
"No worries. Do you mind a favor for me as well?"
"We'll see." Kise knew better than to blindly accept favors from others.
"My friends and I noticed that you and your friend are tall and athletic. How about playing a game or two with us?" He nodded his head over to where his friends were waiting on the sand court.
Although Kise was willing to meet and become friends with non-Japanese people, he shook his head at the offer. Showing an apologetic smile.
"We need to check into our rooms. Then go eat something. We just got here. Maybe another time." Kise nicely declined.
"Oh no, no. Wait until you see the rooms: gorgeous. But I want to get to know you better. How long will you be here?"
"A week. Until Saturday."
"Oh man. I leave in 3 days! Will you play a game with us before I go?"
"How about tomorrow?"
"Perfect! Ryota was it?"
"Yup."
"If we're going to meet up again, how about I get your number?"
He waved at his friends on the court, gesturing for someone to bring his phone over.
"Sure." Kise agreed. Though it didn't seem like the taller blonde was waiting for his permission.
It was while waiting impatiently in the background that Aomine walked over. As Ethan was signaling to his friends. He intended to look imposing as approached. When he stopped, he noted that both Australians were only a little taller than Kise, meaning Aomine was about their height. That also meant they weren't any better (or bigger) than he was. He could take them.
Momoi immediately followed behind Aomine.
"She's pretty, dude. Get her number too." Ethan's friend whispered as the blonde Australian created a contact for Ryota in his cell.
Aomine and Momoi now stood on Kise's right; Aominecchi the closest. Now that his friends were here, Kise was excited to introduce them.
"Hey, Ethan?"
The Australian raised his head from his phone screen, and gave his undivided attention.
"This is Satsuki." He introduced Momocchi first, making sure he wouldn't forget her. It was difficult to see her past Aomine's broad form, Kise had to look around him in order to see her. Then he pointed to Aominecchi. "And his name is Daiki."
Calling them by first name was a little weird. But while taking his English lessons - recommended by his manager for his future in the modeling career- he learned Westerners greet others and introduce themselves by first name. Australians followed this tradition. And besides, they were all pretty much the same age.
"Nice to meet you both." The Australian greeted in return, shocking the gang, including Kise.
"You speak Japanese?"
"Oh… um, I'm sorry. I only know some phrases. I'm not fluent one bit!"
"Awww... You got me a little excited." Kise admitted.
"Sorry. Perhaps you can help me learn more before I go."
"We'll see." Kise answered in a similar way as before. Teaching someone Japanese while he stayed here didn't seem fun at all. There was no way he was going to spend time doing that. If the two of them became friends, he'd rather this guy showed him around or something.
Kise turned to Aomine, who felt ignored. And angry. No matter what emotion he felt, he looked intimidating. But also like a cool guy. His hands were pocketed inside his loose sweats, a deep frown on his face, and eyes narrowed. His powerful stature was admired by both Australians up close. They thought Ryota was good looking from a distance (he'd been watching Kise since the Japanese teen got here), and definitely up close. The same goes with this Daiki. Based on their appearance alone, he could tell they both were something...
Not only that, but it was easy to recognize that they were foreigners. Even before he ran over and heard them speak Japanese. Australia got many East Asian tourists. Hence, it was easy for Ethan to also tell they were Japanese, he had a few Japanese friends in the past. Even dated a few. He always thought they were exotic. Ryota was more than that… he was perfect. His face and body were so perfect. Could he convince this teen to hook up in just three days? Was that possible?
Too bad for Ethan. A unique sense came with Aomine having powerful, keen instincts. He could sniff out a sneaky bastard from a mile away. And read their mind too.
This bastard was not about to do a goddamn thing with Kise.
"Aominecchi, Momocchi, they want us to play volleyball with them tomorrow. Are you guys game?"
"Sounds fun!" Momoi's eyes lit up, and quickly got the attention of both the Australians present.
"They've got a lot of people already." Aomine protested. But was telling the truth. There were 10 people on the court combined, 5 on each side. About an equal mix of guys and girls.
"It'll be fun like Momocchi said. They said they want to get to know us better." Kise persuaded.
"I think they're up to something. You shouldn't trust people so easily, Kise."
"Oh, whatever! They're not going to try anything! Besides, we'll probably have the others with us tomorrow. It'll be cool to see if we're stronger than them." Kise's new found interest was finding out if the Generation of Miracles could transfer their talents to a brand new sport!
Kise and Aomine were speaking in Japanese, so assumed that neither Australian teen knew what they said.
"I could take every last one of those guys by myself." And with that Aomine forced a strong arm around Kise's waist.
Kise wondered what he thought he was doing. Especially after he had called their picture stupid and almost pulled Kise's arm off only a minute ago.
"Watch it Aominecchi. You'll give them the wrong idea about us."
Not exactly the words Kise thought he would say. Nevertheless, he stepped away from the dark haired player, Aomine surprisingly not pulling him back. But he did get irritated that Kise moved away. Kise trying not to give these guys the wrong idea. While Aomine didn't particularly give a shit about what these guys thought or what they believed. Fuck these guys.
"And what idea is that, Kise? You're already flirting and telling him your name. And it looked like you already gave him your number." Aomine wasn't an idiot. Anyone knew what a number exchange looked like. "He probably already thinks you're single."
"I am single, Aominecchi." Aomine had to know that. Otherwise there was no way Kise would allow the tanned miracle to touch his ass sometimes. Nor would he have hugged and kissed him on the cheek a while ago. He never cheated.
But Kise gave his name (and most of the time his number too) to everyone he met for the first time! He was a natural flirt. He liked dating and being single. That didn't mean he was going to sleep with everyone he gave his name and number to.
Besides, it wasn't like Aominecchi seemed interested in being his boyfriend. Or GOING OUT ON A DATE? What did he care if Kise wanted some other guy? So far, it was clear that Aominecchi wanted to have sex. That didn't translate into wanting him romantically or a friend or whatever.
After spending so much time around Kurokocchi and Kagamicchi, Kise at least knew what a caring relationship between two guys looked like.
But with the way his past teammate was acting all possessive, Aominecchi confused the hell out of him. Kagamicchi was always stingy about Kurokocchi. Was Aominecchi just a selfish jerk about the people he wanted to sleep with? Was he jealous? Angry that Kise was being friendly with another attractive guy?
Kise had no idea what Aominecchi wanted from him. And all his confusion left Kise with a decreased mood. And more importantly, he really wanted someone to talk to about his situation with Aominecchi. It felt like a problem Kise never encountered before.
"Do you want to play with these guys tomorrow or what?" Kise hoped that by crossing his arms and looking serious, he would effectively show his irritation. But nope. Aomine thought he was pouting because he really wanted the Touou ace to play volleyball with him Sunday.
"I'll think about it." he decided. But without a doubt, if Kise ended up joining these guys tomorrow, you could bet that Aomine would be there. And the only thing on his mind would be to crush these guys.
"We should get going." Kise was suddenly more than super excited about seeing the rooms. He knew they would be beautiful. And he wondered what kind of view he would have. What would his bathroom look like? His bedroom? Everything else?
"Call me to figure out what time we're playing tomorrow. We usually play before dinner for sure. Hope that's okay." Ethan waved.
"Probably. But I can't wait."
And Kise couldn't help but think that these guys should prepare for defeat. Tomorrow, they'd discover how competitive he was. Too bad he hadn't asked Kise if he played a sport back in Japan.
Volleyball was SO on for Sunday.
"Are you finally done talking to that bastard?"
"Are you kidding?" Kise laughed. He felt a lot better, and forgot why he was even down in the first place.
"Tch, that guy is a bastard. I know it."
"You would know, Dai-chan." Momoi stuck her tongue out at him. Something Kise wanted to do all day.
"THANK you, Momocchi!" She'd read Kise's thoughts.
Kise's "friends" were gone; the bastards. So the threesome got their luggage, heading to check in. As they walked along the white coast, dodging beach bodies, Kise relished in the feel of the smooth, almost therapeutic feel of soft, slightly cool - not hard and hot - sand beneath his toes. If he was fortunate enough, every time he visited the beach here, it would be warm, sunny weather, soft sand, and cool water that he could splash in.
And he couldn't wait to see everyone in their swimsuits (besides Momoi, she was wearing hers right now). Especially Kurokocchi! He looked so cute in his trunks! They'd have to take a picture together.
Then he looked over his shoulder, spotting the dark haired teen at the back of the group.
"You brought swim trunks, right Aominecchi?"
"Something like that." Daiki mumbled grumpily.
Kise sighed.
"Jerk."
"Didn't catch that."
"I said 'JERK.'"
Aomine smirked at the insult.
"I'm glad. Isn't that what you're into?" He recalled the Australian Kise had been talking with only moments ago.
"As if I'll ever tell you what I'm into!" And finally gave into the urge to stick his tongue out in Aominecchi's direction.
Yet Aomine's handsome smirk remained.
"I already know what you like. You should practice with your tongue later on."
"Dai-chan!" Yes, Momoi now had an image in her head.
"HENTAI!" Kise yelled.
Aomine looked pleased.
"Woah, who's the hentai, Kise?" A familiar friend from Japan asked the blonde as soon as he stepped through the entrance to the grand lobby, yelling at Aomine right before going inside.
On their way to check in as well, having entered the resort from a different side, Midorima and Takao stood just ahead of the threesome. Kise, Aomine, and Momoi were third to arrive at the resort. Seirin first. Shutoku second.
Takao had been the one to ask Kise the question, but the blonde was used to spotting Midorima. He noted his miracle presence before the more average Shutoku player. Not to mention, Midorimacchi was his friend since middle school.
Whenever Kise unexpectedly encountered Midorima, or any miracle for that matter, his eyes lit like golden stars and his first instinct was to run up and greet them.
"Midorimacchi!" He cried on his way there. Behind him, Satsuki shouted Midorima's name as well, surprised to see him too. Aomine sighed, but was also happy, deep, deep, deep down inside. He followed Kise and Momoi at a moderate pace.
-Part 3: During the Day-
Captivated by the view he had from his room, Kuroko didn't move. Posted at a window much bigger and taller than he. The long white drapes were pulled out of his way, and half of Kuroko gazed at the scene with palms, face, and the full front side of his body pressed to the glass.
Below, there was a view that stole his breath away. His lips were parted, though he was left speechless.
The other half of Kuroko - back side - pressed to his boyfriend. Kagami anything but interested in looking outside the window. Like Kuroko, he'd returned to see it many times. Their entire suite had glass windows and glass doors that offered the same view a thousand times. You never got bored of the scenic beauty, an orchestra of crystal waters, glittering white sand, and sun shining in harmony. Like out of a dream. The resort was something you couldn't imagine. A fantasy. Just as his parents said it would be. Kuroko and the others continuously thanked him for inviting them, and treating them to this paradise, but Taiga didn't think he deserved all the thanks. Everything was a reward from his parents.
They knew how much the Seirin basketball team meant to him. But had no idea about Kuroko. Who he cared about just as much. But deep down... maybe he loved Kuroko more than that. The boy that made him think differently about basketball, companionship, and trust.
Not that Kagami realized the extent of all this.
He was young, and lacking long term, romantic relationship experience. Never claiming to be in love with anyone in the past. There were only so many ways Taiga knew how to demonstrate that he loved Kuroko.
By being concerned over his well-being, insisting to see and talk to him daily, being his best friend, helping him out whenever he needed it (without a second thought), enjoying his company, always saying good morning, good night, but never good bye… none of it seemed pointless. None of it he took for granted.
Without knowing all the reasons why, he was crazy about Kuroko.
Kagami began to pull Kuroko by the wrist, dragging him away from the window. Kuroko stumbled along, startled by how quickly Kagami-kun was holding him at the window, warming his backside, before suddenly stepping away to guide Kuroko along. To their wide mattress bed.
Kagami's hearing picked up on the running shower in the next room.
"Let's fool around while he's in the shower."
"Are you talking about Furihata-kun?"
"Yeah." he answered after sitting Kuroko down. There was no one else here, but the three of them. Fukuda and Kawahara were in their own rooms, getting ready to come over so they could all go for lunch. Those two were supposed to be here in a little while, sometime after Furi finished in the shower. Kuroko and Kagami already showered. Sadly, they'd taken it separately. So there would be someone to keep Furi company.
Kagami, Kuroko, and Furihata didn't just have a room. They had a 2 story suite with a view. If they walked out onto either of their two balconies – one on the first floor, and one of the top floor – they'd see clear waters silently swaying outside. Plus, they had a wide hot tub on their first floor balcony. To summarize the splendor of their suite, there were 2 bedrooms, one on the upper floor (Furi's room) and one on the bottom, both equipped with king sized beds, a mounted flat screen television, a fire place, soft chair, white carpet, table, and finally, numerous large windows to overlook the glittering white sand and deep blue water leading from the coast. There was a kitchen and living room combined into one big space.
The place was bigger than Kagami's apartment. It could fit 100 of Tetsuya's normal sized rooms. Probably.
"We shouldn't make love when he's in here with us."
"He's not in here with us, Kuroko. Besides, if I close the door, he'll get the idea."
"He'll know what we're doing."
"Relax, babe. I'm sure Furi understands that we need privacy once in a while."
But Taiga understood what Kuroko was saying. It's not like he didn't have a good point either. As Furi's roommates - and a couple - he and Kuroko should be mindful. That much was clear. Especially because this was Furi they were talking about. He was hilarious. If Kagami stole a kiss from Kuroko in front of the others, Fukuda and Kawahara weren't too fazed. But Furi always did a complete 180. Couldn't even look at them. Or talk normally to them afterwards.
Kagami wondered if he was a virgin. Nah… probably not.
"Kagami-kun." Kuroko called. Stretched out on their king sized, silently observing the red head ace hover over him. Kagami's eyes distant. But locked on Kuroko. One breaking out of his stupor, he swept his gaze over Tetsuya's body.
Where the hell were the clothes Kuroko just had on?
"How did you get undressed so fast?" He asked with a raised brow. Usually, Kagami didn't miss one second of Kuroko stripping down to naked, flawless skin.
"You undressed me." He whispered in truth. Kuroko couldn't let out a single word as his boyfriend pulled every article of clothing off him in a flash. Gone were the fresh clothes Kuroko just had on. Then was gently pushed into laying down on the bed.
"What?"
Kagami had no recollection of any of that. Was he out of his mind?
When Kagami spread his legs and settled on top of him, Kuroko started to protest, but the ace quickly told him shush. Briefly, he kissed Kuroko to quiet him, sucking on his lips till they swelled, then pulled away with a smack. After he was satisfied with the state of Kuroko's wet lips, he climbed down to worship Kuroko's nipples, desiring to get the centers of his areolas erect. Ever since he'd started having sex with Kuroko, the teen's small, flat chest aroused him. All it took to turn him on was his lovers pink buds. He liked to flick them with the end of his tongue.
Call him horny, call him a pervert, but when down on the beach nearly an hour ago, every time he'd look at Kuroko, nipples were the first thing he saw. No. So not true. Kuroko's face, then his nipples. They both were fucking cute.
Also while they'd been down in the beach. he laid in the soft, tiny beads of white sand, letting Kuroko hover over to pour it on top of him. He gazed up at Kuroko, non-stop, while his partner stayed focused and busy with his task of burying Taiga. Kagami's head -all in the gutter - imagined what it would have been like to rise out of the sand, climb on top Kuroko, make-out, undress each other, get Kuroko relaxed, stretch his tight entrance, and then…
Make love (hard) on the beach. It sounded romantic. Incredibly hot.
Tetsuya stuck his chest out, sitting up with Taiga now standing, bent over him and the mattress, repeatedly giving open mouth kisses to one of his nipples, then switching to the other, coating them in thin layers of saliva. Making them hard as they met with the cool air of the room. Soon, there was an ache between his slender legs, and he looked to find his erection dripping. Kagami-kun's wasn't leaking as much as his, but stiff, slightly curved near the head. Kuroko stroked the tall member, fully erect against Kagami's fitted tank, where Kagami-kun's six pack was, but hidden beneath his black wife beater.
Before Kuroko made him cum, the redhead grabbed his sliding wrist and pulled it away. Placed Kuroko's hand back on the bed. The sixth miracle concentrated on supporting his leaning, upwards position while his Light pecked a straight line down the white skin of his chest and stomach. Then he met with little Kuroko, pre-ejaculating in thin streams, and reminding Kagami of the melting vanilla ice cream that Kuroko was slurping earlier. Kagami got down to his knees, kneeling on the carpet, and faced between Kuroko's thighs. He helped bend and prop both Kuroko's knees over his broad shoulders. Before he used his warm mouth to carefully swallow every inch.
Kuroko gasped.
"I…I...lo..v..."He couldn't complete his sentence or words. When his love sucked at the base, Kuroko locked his ankles at Taiga's upper back. And arched while leaning further, two hands tangling in the sheets.
Powerful spasms squeezed his pelvis and sac, and Kuroko choked, his breaths coming in irregular intervals. A shaking inhale. A puff in exhale. He did amazingly well keeping quiet, to listen for Furi finishing in the shower. But Kuroko was quickly forgetting that. His hips gently rocked involuntarily as he moved with Kagami's mouth, lost in mind blowing oral sex.
Tetsuya wished he knew how close his partner was. Kuroko's own approach to climax was obvious. The big hint was his uncontrollable moans. He tried to bite his lip. Still mindful of Furihata. But it was also a habit of his.
"Don't bite back, Kuroko."
"But...Furi..ah...kun..m.." Kuroko tried to say while Kagami watched him closely, beating off Kuroko's erection, remembering they had to hurry up. He'd forgotten until he heard Furi's name spill from Kuroko's lips.
Taiga went down on him again, increasing the intensity. His goal to get Kuroko over the edge before interrupted.
Drowning in the heat of his mouth, and the fisting without rhythm at the base soon got Kuroko there. Collapsing on the wide mattress, Tetsuya's fingers reached out and grabbed Kagami by the spiked hair, eyes screwed shut, heels grinding into Taiga's back, and he moaned as if carrying a high note. A flush of dopamine shot to every part of his body that he sensed, all at once. And Kagami-kun - his love - gulped down a mouthful.
Kuroko licked his own lips. Recalling the times he swallowed, too. Oral sex - giving and receiving - satisfied him. It got better each time.
Blue eyes opened again to find Kagami with his erect cock in one hand. Masturbating. Observing the sight of Kuroko post orgasm. A vulnerable Kuroko. Spread with arms and legs all over the mattress, easily the sexiest thing ever. And when Kuroko could hardly keep his eyes open following release…
Not a single shot of cum was on Kuroko's body. Kagami swallowed every drop of him. And licked Kuroko's smooth thighs before getting off the floor.
"Kagami-kun." Kuroko whispered in a moan, voice further arousing his boyfriend.
"Turn over."
Tetsuya knew what would happen next. Turning to get on his knees, he rested on his elbows, which allowed the redhead a clear view of his soft bottom.
With Kuroko's ass in front of him, Taiga quickly raised his only free hand, and with it he slapped Kuroko on the round behind while rapidly jerking off.
The wet sounds of Kagami-kun's erection and the sound of an ass being spanked filled their room. Tetsuya's used his palm to stifle his heated moans.
Kagami told him to stop.
"He can't hear you in the bathroom." Taiga assumed in a husky tone.
Kuroko obediently listened, freeing his sounds, while continuing to be spanked. Kagami-kun now masturbating with the tip of his penis prodding Kuroko's small ring of muscle.
"Is your ass still sore from last night?" He ceased slapping Kuroko on his pinkish rear. With one finger, lubricated in Kagami's own pre-cum, he let one digit slip inside Kuroko's tiny entrance.
"Hai. But you made it feel a lot better Kagami-kun."
"You used that pillow I gave you for the plane ride?"
"Hai."
After making love repeatedly Friday night, Kuroko had a sore bottom this morning and on the plane. But he'd been comfortable on the ride. When Kuroko fell unconscious last night, Taiga foresaw Kuroko's possible condition. So he made sure to pack a small, foam pillow for Tetsuya. Though the seats turned out to be very roomy and spongy, Kuroko still used his cushion. Also sharing Kagami's seat, and left an empty spot next to them, in the aisle seat.
They cuddled on the plane, too. However, during the ride, Kuroko and Kagami hadn't breathed one word to each other.
"I'm glad it helped. You think I do a good job taking care of your ass?"
He gently rubbed over the curve of Kuroko's backside, massaging it. The soreness from last night may be dull, but Kagami still wanted to show that he was willing to make it feel better. He wouldn't penetrate Kuroko until the bluenette was all the way healed, again.
"Will you always take care of it?"
"Always. You know how much I love your ass, right?"
He would marry Kuroko's butt, if that was a thing. Seriously saw nothing wrong with getting married to a beautiful, amazing ass. Only Kuroko's.
"Will you always feel that way about it?"
"Don't ask me that. You know I will. Always loving you means always loving your ass."
He ceased massaging to grab hold of Kuroko's elbow. Pulled Kuroko up to just his knees. Then kissed him once over the lips.
"Let me cum spooning you."
"Spooning?"
"Yeah. Put your hands like this."
He closed his mouth over Kuroko's after they were in Kagami's desired position. With Tetsuya kissing over his shoulder, spine curved, and knees secured on the bed while Taiga supported him from behind, he moaned as Kagami-kun rotated a thumb around one hard nipple. Tweaked it between a middle and pointer finger. And returned to fisting his own erection to finally get release.
However, Kuroko tightened one arm around the back of Kagami's neck so he could reach down and push Kagami's hand away
"Let me help you."
Kagami claimed Kuroko's small chin in a strong grip. To whisper directly over his lips.
"Do it fast."
"Hai."
Furihata was taking a long ass shower. But Taiga had a feeling he would be done very soon. Kuroko still needed to get dressed, Kagami needed to put his trunks back on, and their door was opened wide as fuck.
Kagami fastened both arms around Kuroko, embracing his slender waist to help support the phantom sixth, who needed one hand to pound his small hand against the base of the boyfriend's thick hardness. Kuroko's other hand caressed Kagami's angular jaw while they maintained the chemistry of being too attracted to pull away from their lover's gaze.
Looking at each other was always enough to do the trick. Kagami was close.
The first person to hear the shower go off was Taiga. And pretended he didn't. So when Kuroko heard the sound of the heavy door clicking unlocked in the other room, he had to use every bit of his strength to unlock his boyfriend's arms - because Kagami tried to keep a tight hold - and was left with no other option but to crawl quickly to the headboard. Once there, he hopped down to hide underneath the covers.
"Godfuckingdammit…" Kagami mumbled and slapped his forehead. His sizable erection remained. And Kuroko a small bundle beneath the comforter.
He didn't respond when Kagami-kun called his name. Stubbornly ignoring the ace.
Taiga stomped away to pick up his trunks off the floor. Angrily forced them on, but careful of the waistband that might injure him while lifting it over the slight curve of his dick.
While Kagami tried to make himself decent, Furi was out of the bathroom, planning to walk fast past their doorway. In a robe. Small drops from the shower sticking to his freshly washed skin, and wearing his comfortable robe that came down midway to his upper thigh. A robe he brought with him from home. So he could relax after each shower.
"I'm finished Kagami." Furi said with a diverted gaze, and a tiny fluster on his cheeks. The brunette had been so nervous to exit the bathroom, having no idea what he would walk out on. In order to get to his room on the second floor, he had to bypass Kagami and Kuroko's bedroom. Talk about pressure!
But Furi remembered Kuroko's promise to him. And Furihata was so grateful for Kuroko's considerate nature. And trusted Kuroko would keep his word. His eyes became discs, Furi noticing the ball under the covers, that Kuroko was missing, and that Kagami was strangely on his way out of the room clutching a small, decorative pillow below his waist.
All the clues went over Furi's head. Concern that Kuroko and Kagami had another "fight" overwhelmed his reason.
Seirin's ace was red in the face.
And was that Kuroko under the thick covers?
"Is Kuroko okay?" Furi wondered. And safely stepped aside as Kagami marched to the shared bathroom without even considering walking around Furi, who was right in his path to the washroom.
Kagami ignored him. Not able to focus on anything but his own "problem" in the crotch of his pants.
Furi was now certain Kagami was mad. And there was a chance Kuroko was sad, possibly mad too.
Then Taiga slammed the bathroom door for extra effect. Doing well to make sure he wasn't disturbed.
And then there was a knock on the trio's door. Likely that two expected Seirin first years had arrived.
Furihata now faced three dilemmas. In less than five minutes. He began to stress without a darn clue what to do. He wasn't dressed properly to go answer the door. Kagami probably shouldn't be disturbed at all. Kuroko was hiding.
There was no hope for making the right decision in this situation! He was hopeless!
"Furihata-kun."
Kuroko's head poked up from beneath the covers. After hearing the bathroom door slam, Tetsuya figured it was safe to reveal his presence. It would be too difficult to fake like he and Kagami-kun hadn't been doing anything with the redhead still in the room and Kuroko on the bed, under the covers. In a nude state.
Furi immediately calmed down after hearing Kuroko's mild voice. And seeing the Kuroko's collected features. Furi found Kuroko to have role model behavior. He never freaked out.
"Ku-Kuroko?"
Though Furihata was still quite concerned about him. Even if Kuroko looked fine. The way he was bundled inside the white covers was strange.
"Is someone at our door?"
Another knock answered Kuroko's question.
"Hai!" Furi remained a bit ruffled.
With Kuroko seeming to be okay, and Kagami locked away in the bathroom (in isolation; total deprivation), Furi believed the only thing that demanded his attention was two people he assumed were at the door.
When the brunette ran past the living room/kitchen in order to get the door, Kuroko also hurried, stealthily sliding off the bed. And clicking the door shut quietly. Now that company had arrived, Kuroko saw no issue with shutting it for a little while. He needed to get dressed.
Furi got to the door of the suite as soon as Kuroko closed the entrance to his and Kagami-kun's room. Furihata used one hand to push together the open folds on his robe that loosened while running to the answer the door. He tried not to have his thin chest revealed, already feeling a bit shy about turning the knob to pull open the door and welcome his friends/teammates Fukuda, Kawahara…
"Surprise!"
And Kise, Momoi, Aomine, Midorima, Takao at the door as well.
-No Telling What Saturday Will Bring-
-Day 1-
Next: Saturday (At Night)
AN:
ABOUT THE OC'S AND CHARACTER ROLES: OC's are NOT IMPORTANT AND NOT MAJOR. As I tried to imply by not even giving "Ethan's" friend a name (and Kise failed to even introduce them to Momoi and Aomine ). No OC's will have major roles, and their only purpose is to do a bit of world building. Or help move certain plot elements/events forward. I'm not a fan of OC's, but I can tolerate them if they don't get on my nerves and they seem relevant somehow. Trust me, this story is all about The Generation of Miracles, Kuroko, Kagami, and Furihata. I feel a little bad about it, but Kawahara and Fukuda won't have major roles either (:( ). The others, such as the Rakuzan team, won't be major. They just have to be in here because I feel like they roll with Akashi just so he can boss them around! :) Takao and Himuro are more relevant than Kawahara, Fukuda, and Rakuzan team, but are less relevant than the GoM, Kuroko, Kagami, and Furihata. Momoi has a minor role, but she is around because I feel like it's difficult to imagine Aomine without her somewhere close by.
Please remember what I said. As the story goes on, I am sticking to my word about this.
Check out what happens Saturday: At Night (which is also posted).