CHAPTER 5

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Onwards...

XOXOXO

Sendo was tempted – oh, so tempted – to gather his new buddy up in his arms and kiss him until he couldn't figure out which way was up. But that might not be such a good idea, so he controlled himself. Barely. Makunouchi kept grinning up a storm as they hung out in the guy's immaculate room. It was making Sendo restless. He wasn't used to courting anyone, and especially not someone who hardly seemed interested in the same sex in that way. Makunouchi had innocence and naivety slipping out of his pores; there was no way that Sendo could make a move on the kid without scarring him for life.

Though...

There was that time Sendo had walked Makunouchi home. When he'd gotten closer to him, he'd noticed Makunouchi's adorable blush. Romantically oblivious people didn't blush...did they? Sendo wanted to hang his head and pull his hair. He felt himself being too careful around Makunouchi, and all because he didn't want the boy to stop talking to him. What was he to do?

Normally, he just went in for the kill. Sendo glanced at Makunouchi, who was rambling on about a manga collection his pop had left him before he'd passed. Gray eyes were wide and lively, glinting with so much enthusiasm; full lips were upturned in one of the biggest smiles Sendo had ever witnessed in his life; and naturally toned muscles moved with more energy than Sendo knew what to do with. He smirked.

Nah...he was lying. He knew exactly what he'd do with all of Makunouchi's energy and none of it was of the innocent variety.

He must have been silent for a little too long because when he came out of his thoughts, Makunouchi was looking at him, eyes big and curious.

"Is everything alright, Sendo-sa – I mean Sendo?"

Sendo decided to give Makunouchi his full attention. Not only was it better for his sanity, but it eased his restless libido that insisted on picturing Makunouchi in every dirty position his mind could conjure. So, he gave an inward sigh and nodded.

"I'm good. Jus' list'nin'. You were sayin' somethin' 'bout manga, right?"

Makunouchi smirked as if he knew that Sendo had been in la-la land and didn't mind one bit. That look...that look right there was enough to send Sendo's self-control hurtling over a severely slippery slope.

"You want to talk about something else, Sendo?"

See, what Sendo wanted to talk about couldn't possibly be deemed appropriate, so he averted his eyes and pretended to be exasperated with his new friend. Somehow though, his blunt nature interfered and made him tread along thin ice.

"Yeah. Kinda."

Makunouchi looked embarrassed for a fraction of a second before nodding, which was surprising. Normally, the Preppy spent long minutes wallowing in self-induced mortification, and only the threat of violence brought him out of it.

"OK. What did you have in mind?"

There was no way in fiery hell he could answer that question truthfully, so he lied...just a little.

"Why'd you agree ta bein' my friend, Makunouchi?"

"Ummm...well...you didn't seem like the monster everyone tried to claim you were. Plus, I like to give everyone a fair chance."

Of course, Makunouchi would have a diplomatic answer like that. Sendo hadn't been looking for a general kind of response; he'd wanted a more personal assessment. But meh, he'd settle for this for now. If he demanded more, Makunouchi would shrink into a ball of insecurity and embarrassment that would probably be impossible to draw him out of. Not really worth the hassle at the moment.

"I see," he rumbled.

He was distracted with his own thoughts as he rubbed his chin and stared in the direction of the wall, eyes unfocused. Makunouchi had drawn his interest simply because he was so naïve and innocent, not to mention, the kid couldn't stay out of trouble to save his life. But it was more than that, too. Makunouchi had eyes that were fucking hypnotic, and his smile was to die for. It lit up whatever space he occupied at the time, like a lighthouse guiding a wayward ship to shore. It was almost eerie how profoundly the other teen affected Sendo – without even realizing it, at that.

He sighed and absently shrugged out of his uniform jacket, mind still on the mystery that was Makunouchi. So, when he happened to glance at the dark-haired teen, mid-toss, the open look of admiration in those large, gray eyes, floored him. Sendo gave his torso a small, confused frown before turning back to Makunouchi. Was he imagining it? After a brief moment of assessment (something he prided himself on), he came to the conclusion that Makunouchi was looking at him in a not-all-the-way-straight manner. But...it also seemed like Makunouchi didn't realize it. Perhaps the Preppy was unaware of his preference. Maybe he didn't even have a preference. Makunouchi had mentioned that he didn't have a girlfriend.

Sendo felt hope welling within him the longer he pondered the situation. His eyes sharpened on Makunouchi's face, honed in on the way the shorter boy spaced out, focus directed at Sendo's arms under the black, short-sleeved tee he wore under his uniform. It was interesting and flattering and a whole bunch of other things Sendo was trying not to get his hopes up about. Makunouchi wasn't helping though!

"Makunouchi." He'd meant for his voice to sound normal, but instead, what came out was a throaty husk that jolted even him.

Makunouchi's eyes pulled away from Sendo's arms and shoulders in a way that Sendo could only describe as reluctant. When their gazes met, Sendo fought a valiant, inner battle that his conscious mind just barely won. The other, more primal side of himself wanted to push Makunouchi down on his futon and do things the boy probably never imagined. Makunouchi was giving him bedroom eyes, but the kicker was...the kid more than likely didn't even know it.

"Hm?" Makunouchi hummed, usually cheerful tenor a low, vibrating something else that drove Sendo a tiny bit crazy. "Did you say something, Sendo?"

Fuck this.

Sendo hopped to his feet, panic resting at the back of his tongue as he looked around the room, eyes wild as his hair. "Bathroom!" he blurted. "I need the bathroom."

His hasty movement seemed to shake Makunouchi out of whatever fantasy he'd been engrossed in, gray eyes brightening with awareness and...yep, there it was: embarrassment.

He avoided Sendo's eyes and pointed at the door as he stuttered, "I-It's down the hall."

Sendo wasted no time fleeing the room and heading for the safety of the bathroom, where he could close and lock the door behind himself. Maybe work out some frustration.

Makunouchi was going to kill him at this rate.

XOXOXO

Ippo stared at his floor, eyes wide with disbelief and a breathtaking amount of mortification. What had he been doing? Just what on Earth had he been doing? His heart was pounding so fast and hard, it felt like he was having a heart attack. Just the day before, Ippo had imagined a similar scenario as Volg had been removing his own t-shirt. Watching the Sendo Takeshi strip down to his undershirt in Ippo's room, on Ippo's futon...it was overwhelming beyond description.

Not only were Sendo's arms muscular and cut in amazing ways, but he smelled really nice. Like the outdoors and a fresh-smelling soap. Ippo tried breathing slowly, but Sendo's uniform jacket was still on the futon, and it's scent filled the room effortlessly, as if Ippo's presence didn't even exist. What was going on? It was like his body wasn't listening to him anymore. Actually, it was more like nothing made sense anymore. All he knew was when it came to Sendo, he felt a powerful pull towards him, and it was terrifying.

Thank god for Sendo's abrupt manner. If the brunet hadn't jumped up and exclaimed his need for the bathroom, Ippo probably would have still been ogling the other teen's chest and spectacular arms and broad shoulders and whattheheckwashethinking?

He blew out a forceful sigh that was closer to a helpless sob as he covered his face with his hands. Perhaps it was time to face this music. His body, hell, even his mind appeared to have a life all its own, and maybe that in itself was a sign. He was drawn to Sendo like a worm to moist dirt, and clearly, he didn't mind looking at the brunet. Or when Sendo touched him, which he did a lot. Whether it was a harmless arm around the shoulders or a hair ruffle, the older boy always found a way to initiate physical contact. And what should have been disturbing but wasn't, was the blatant fact that...he liked it. He enjoyed it when Sendo touched him, when Sendo smiled at him, when Sendo just looked at him. All of it tended to electrify his nerves and lean in for more. How embarrassing was that?!

Just as he was descending into a pit of humiliated-no-return, Sendo came back into the room. His black shirt had come untucked from his uniform pants, but the material hugged his torso like it loved him. Ippo gulped as he watched his new friend meander over to the futon, seemingly unaffected by the enormous tension in the room.

So...what did all of this mean? Did he like Sendo? Of course, he liked Sendo. Sendo was his friend. He looked up timidly, only to find Sendo's piercing brown eyes fixed on his face. Except...they weren't so piercing at the moment. They were direct, resigned...determined.

"Makunouchi," Sendo rumbled, his voice like something warm and gooey.

Ippo barely suppressed a shudder as he swallowed and hummed a response. Words were so far from forthcoming, it was almost madness. All he could do was stare back at Sendo and wonder what the other teen was up to.

Sendo slid closer on the floor, his weight resting on his knees. "I gotta tell ya somethin'."

"O-OK."

Miracle of all miracles, he was capable of speech after all. He watched Sendo edge even closer, but that was a minor thing compared to the expression on Sendo's face, the almost predatory look in his rich, brown eyes. Finally, there was no more room to move unless Sendo wanted to take up space in Ippo's lap...

A warm, rough hand settled on the side of Ippo's face. He couldn't have been more shocked if a dog had flown through his bedroom window. He blinked, lips parted on words that refused to come and air that refused to leave. Sendo's face was so close!

"I can't hide it anymore," the brunet murmured, eyes at half mast. "It's killin' me, so I gotta tell ya."

He still couldn't speak. Finally, Sendo brushed his nose against Ippo's and a smirk tilted the corner of his mouth.

"I think..." he started, pausing to lock eyes.

Ippo couldn't help it. He lowered his eyes to Sendo's full lips as he licked his own. "Yeah?" he croaked.

Sendo's smirk widened enough to put his dangerous-looking canines on display. "I think I broke yer toilet."

Ippo's breath left him in a rush as he slowly came down from whatever adrenaline induced anxiety trip he'd been on, only to realize exactly what Sendo had said.

"You...what? The toilet?"

He was so confused, he felt like his brain had exited the premises. He stared into Sendo's now amused eyes, trying to figure out where dream had crossed with reality. Had he imagined the open want, the tangible lust in Sendo's eyes?

"I don't understand."

Sendo's grin had reached its limit, stretching almost to his sideburns. "Not yet, but ya will."

XxxxxxX

Ippo couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something distinctly different about Sendo after his trip to the bathroom. He watched as the brunet reclined on his back on Ippo's futon, thick arms behind his head, and whiskey brown eyes almost glowing in the moonlight filtering through the window that Sendo had thrown open hours ago.

"Hey, Makunouchi."

Ippo swallowed a little harshly as he carefully gave the older boy his full attention. "Y-yes?"

"How come ya won't tell me why ya don't have a girlfriend?"

He immediately shrank into himself. Why was it that Sendo just couldn't leave that topic alone? The brunet was like a bloodhound on a scent.

"Sendo, I already said-"

"I know whatcha said," Sendo drawled as he lazily rolled onto his side to face Ippo, supporting his head with his right hand. "And whatcha said didn't tell me a damned thing."

Which was true, but it was only because he was embarrassed. How could he tell his new friend that he was a buffoon around cute girls? How could he tell someone who probably had no problems getting dates – but wait – Sendo didn't even date girls. Ippo almost whimpered as he realized he had no basis for comparison. He was more than likely an enigma – a teenage boy who still hadn't even had his first kiss because he was too shy and insecure to ask a girl out. He sighed. Sendo would laugh at him forever.

"Jus' spit it out already, Makunouchi. I ain't gonna change my mind, an' I ain't gonna ferget, either," Sendo continued in that low, almost bored tone.

However, the look in his eyes was anything but bored.

"So, spill."

Ippo tried to disguise the panic he felt rising up his throat at an alarming rate, but he failed. He had nowhere to run, no way to divert Sendo from his determined path, and the desperation he felt was clearly showing on his face if Sendo's expression was anything to judge by. The brunet arched a sharp brow before smirking and rolling gracefully into an Indian-styled sitting position.

"Yer not gonna barf, are ya, Makunouchi?"

Sendo was teasing, and it drew a reluctant glare from Ippo, but after that, he was right back to inwardly losing his mind. Oh, to hell with it, he thought. If Sendo stopped wanting to be his friend because he was a virgin at...well...everything...then that was the brunet's problem.

"This is embarrassing, Sendo-saaaannn," he whined, forgetting his promise to drop the honorifics as he covered his burning face with both hands.

He remained that way, eyes clenched shut against the scrutinizing gaze he just knew the older boy was sending his way. However, after a few beats of silence, Sendo chuckled, and Ippo heard the faint rustling of cloth that signaled movement from the brunet. Not even five seconds later, Sendo's intoxicating scent wafted into Ippo's personal space, involuntarily relaxing his shoulders and making his eyes roll behind his closed lids.

Even though Sendo's hands were big and rough and calloused, they were still gentle as they gripped Ippo's wrists and coaxed him into revealing his face. Ippo was too mortified to look Sendo in the eye, so when he did lower his hands, he averted his gaze, looking anywhere but at the brunet.

"Makunouchi, now I'm really curious, ya know?"

Sendo's voice was a sultry murmur that Ippo was certain was the boy's natural timbre. It always seemed to make his hair stand up, make his stomach turn into warm goo. He licked his lips and shyly met Sendo's imploring, brown eyes.

"I don't ask girls out because I wouldn't know what to do after."

Sendo's head tilted to the side like a puppy's. "What d'ya mean?"

And now for the embarrassing part. "L-like k-kissing and s-stuff."

Sendo didn't say anything, so Ippo forged on, the small confession opening the flood gates. "I don't know how to talk to girls, either. I get tongue-tied and end up looking ridiculous. A-and my mom usually needs my help with the boat, so I'm busy with that too."

Still Sendo didn't say a word, but his eyes were drilling holes into Ippo's face. He swore he could feel the skin and flesh stripping away as his tongue loosened and loosened. He wondered what was on the other boy's mind. Was he disgusted? Was he going to laugh?

"So yer sayin' yer a virgin."

Ippo swallowed, nodding slowly. He might as well go all the way.

"Not even kissin'."

Ippo knew it was probably meant to be a question, but the way Sendo had said it, it came out as more of a statement. A disbelieving statement, but a statement all the same. Again, he nodded, but his body had gone rigid with terrified anticipation. How would Sendo react to the news? What would he say? Ippo wanted to fidget, but his limbs wouldn't move. It seemed the only thing that was still in working order was his heart, and that was beating triple-time.

Finally, after what felt like a small eternity, Sendo leaned back on his haunches and blew out a breath, running one of his large hands through his soft-looking, unruly hair. His eyes had dropped to the floor, as if he was studying the space between them, but just as quickly, they were back on Ippo's face and filled with a special kind of gleam.

"Why didn'tcha jus' say that before?"

Ippo's face twisted with confusion. "Eh?"

"Everybody starts out as a virgin, Makunouchi. That ain't nothin' ta be ashamed about."

"B-but...but I'm-"

"Some people start later than others. Don't mean nothin'."

Sendo was so calm! In fact, he didn't even seem to care! Ippo watched, mouth hanging open, as Sendo reclined on the futon once more, arms going back behind his head. His brown eyes settled on the ceiling as he gave a small, sideways grin.

"I think that's kinda cute, actually."

Ippo didn't know what to say to that, but he lowered his gaze to the floor, a quiet smile doing absolutely nothing to quell the burning in his face, neck and ears.

XOXOXO

A loud vibrating woke him from what was quite possibly the best sleep he'd ever had in his life. Drool slid from the corner of his mouth and dried saliva stuck to his cheek as he groped for his jacket. After a few moments of blind reaching, his fingers snagged a button and he dragged the clothing over, eyes still glued shut. He dug into the inner pocket and pulled out his cell phone, flipping it open without even looking at the readout.

"Unh," he grunted.

"So, uh...I take it things went well?"

That voice.

"Old Man?" he croaked.

Randy's deep chuckle floated over the line. "Are you drunk er somethin'?"

Sendo tried to roll onto his side, but awareness was slowly catching up to him, and he realized there was an immovable pressure on his chest and against his side. His legs were pinned to the floor as well.

"I'm startin' ta think so," he slurred, wiping his mouth.

Groggily, he blinked, once, twice, three times before his vision cleared and focused on a somewhat familiar ceiling. Frowning, he looked down at what was keeping him from moving the way he wanted, and his breath caught in his chest, choking to a complete stop.

Dark, spiky hair tickled his chin as he stared in utter shock at Makunouchi sleeping on his chest. Makunouchi's head rested on his chest, his cheek pressed to Sendo's clavicle, and his right hand was curled loosely against Sendo's stomach. Sendo's face erupted with heat as he continued to take in the sight before him. Makunouchi's body was curved into his side, his legs tangled with Sendo's, and his breathing was deep and even, clearly a sign of uninterrupted slumber.

"Yo, ya sound like yer dyin'."

Sendo suddenly remembered that he was holding his cell phone and that Randy was on the other line. ...But he still couldn't fucking breathe. Nor did he want to. He was afraid that if he made a single wrong move, Makunouchi would wake up and start flailing with embarrassment, ultimately taking that comforting warmth away. Sendo wanted that like he wanted genital herpes.

"Call ya back," he finally blurted before snapping the phone shut and tossing it aside. He didn't even care where it landed.

The moon was round and bright, and it shone into the room like a lamp, illuminating everything. Sendo took small breaths through his nose as he stared down at something he'd never imagined actually happening. Well, not outside of his dreams, anyway.

Makunouchi had on a white t-shirt and blue and green plaid pajama pants, the cotton of the clothing worn down to that soft, favorite-clothes-ever kind of material. And he smelled amazing. Sendo allowed himself a moment of Nirvana by settling his right arm across Makunouchi's back, his hand cupping the boy's strong, upper arm. His fingers traced the skin there, movements lazy and idle as he closed his eyes. He wanted this all the time. He wanted this for the rest of his life, hell. He snuggled closer, burying his face in Makunouchi's surprisingly soft hair and breathed in the shorter boy's smell like he was standing outside of a bakery.

This must be what heaven is like, he thought.

And then...it got better.

Makunouchi's leg twitched, and suddenly, he was wrapping around Sendo like an octopus tentacle. The hand on Sendo's chest curled over his left side, gripping the exposed skin there, and Makunouchi's body glued itself to Sendo's right side. He had literally become a barnacle. The dark-haired teen smacked his lips and smiled, his voice murmuring a quiet, "Sendo-san."

Sendo choked again. He was barely hanging onto his sanity as it was, but hearing the soft way Makunouchi said his name in his sleep...it was absolutely too much. In one swift movement, Sendo rolled Makunouchi onto his back, not even caring if it woke him. Which, of course, it did. Makunouchi's eyes blinked open slowly, surprise coloring his features as he found Sendo's face in the moonlight.

"S-Sendo?"

Fucking hell, his voice was downright sinful with sleep clinging to it like dryer lint. Sendo stared down at his new friend. He'd scolded himself multiple times, persuaded his inner predator not to leap on numerous occasions, but this time...he just couldn't hold back. Makunouchi was too fucking tempting, lying on his back, his shirt riding up and revealing hard abs and soft-looking, pale skin. His hair was tousled, his lips were full, and his big, gray eyes were hooded. He looked like he'd been thoroughly debauched. A muscle in Sendo's jaw jumped as he ground his teeth together. God help him, but he couldn't stop his body from reacting.

"Makunouchi, you fucker," he growled before lowering his head and covering Makunouchi's lips with his own.

Makunouchi's hands shot up between their bodies, pushing against Sendo's chest, but there was practically no force behind them. As a matter of fact, they relaxed the longer Sendo kissed him. Smug satisfaction washed over him like a tidal wave when Makunouchi slowly let his eyes flutter closed on a quiet sigh. Seeing that, Sendo allowed his eyes to shut as well, engrossing himself in something he figured was just a figment of his overactive imagination. Resting his weight on his elbows, he tilted his head to the side and licked Makunouchi's bottom lip before tugging it between his teeth.

The noise Makunouchi made was not one borne from virgins. Or at least not the virgins Sendo had deflowered. The shorter boy's hands curled over Sendo's shoulders, gripping tightly before one slid into the hair at the nape of his neck. Sendo shuddered and pried Makunouchi's lips apart, determined to show him just how wonderful kissing could be.

When he finally got a taste of Makunouchi's tongue, his gut morphed into a forge, lit with what felt like the blue flames of hell. He wanted to grind their hips together, creating friction in that final destination, but at the last second figured maybe Makunouchi wasn't ready for that. Shit, but it was hard.

Literally.

But all of his control flew out of the window when Makunouchi arched into him and fucking whimpered. Not only that, but Makunouchi appeared to be a fast learner because he was mirroring the things Sendo did with his lips and tongue, and man, was it creating havoc below the waist. Sendo assumed his breaking point came when Makunouchi pulled out of the kiss with a low hiss and Sendo's name in one breath.

"Oh my fuckin' god," he groaned, his hips lowering and rolling against Makunouchi's of their own accord.

He couldn't stop himself even if he really, really wanted to. He'd never wanted someone so badly in his entire life, and Makunouchi was like putty in his fucking hands. Heat rushed straight to his groin, and he almost moaned until the sound that spilled out of Makunouchi choked the breath right out of him...again.

XOXOXO

They'd fallen asleep in the middle of a conversation. One minute, Ippo was telling Sendo about his family's fishing boat business, and the next, he was passed out on the futon beside Sendo. Which was why he didn't exactly understand how he'd ended up under the bigger teen, kissing him like his life depended on it, like he'd been doing it all his life.

However they had ended up in this predicament, it didn't seem to matter because it felt absolutely amazing. He'd never believed kissing could feel so good. In fact, for a while, he'd thought he was dreaming. He'd opened his eyes from a wondrous sleep to find Sendo hovering over him with eyes like he'd never seen before. Had he actually thought that was lust in the other boy's eyes earlier? How wrong he'd been. Before the kissing began, Sendo had been looking at him like he was a winning lottery ticket or better still, like he wanted to completely devour him. While it had been a bit unnerving, it had also been exhilarating.

And then, Sendo had spoken, his voice a deep gravelly rumble that sent shock-waves of pleasure and excitement skittering through Ippo's entire body. His inexperience had kept him from making the first move, but the foreign sensation of lust inspired him to encourage Sendo's kiss. After the initial fear had died down, of course. And there had been a wealth of fear and uncertainty, but that had been overwhelmed by curiosity and desire. He may not have known what to do, but his body was another story altogether. It craved Sendo's touch and kiss, and when the brunet ground their pelvises together, inviting friction against their intimate male parts, it begged for more.

He didn't even recognize his own voice as he moaned and tilted his head back against his pillow. His mouth was open, and his breathing was alternating between gasps and pants. It was frightening, but it was oh so delicious as well. He felt like he was drowning. He clung to Sendo's shoulders, his hips meeting Sendo's aggressive movements with timid ones of his own. However, the more they surged together, the more confidence Ippo gained. Especially going by the sounds Sendo made. They were guttural and desperate, and they made Ippo feel power mad.

He leaned up and nipped Sendo's chin, a silent reprimand for pulling his lips away and ending their kiss in order to make those sinful noises. Ippo was torn. While he wanted to kiss Sendo again, he really was enjoying those sounds. The decision was no longer his, though. Sendo pulled back, shifting his weight to his arms as he hovered over Ippo and stared down at him. His pupils were so dilated, the brown was reduced to a mere sliver of a ring, making Sendo's eyes appear black with lust.

"Makunouchi," he murmured.

It was like a dam had burst. Ippo wrapped his arms around Sendo's neck and pressed their lips together. He wanted more of this...whatever this was. It lit his body on fire, made him crazy with feelings he didn't quite understand.

Sendo was taking control of the kiss again, his tongue clearly experienced as it thrust in and out of his mouth in a heady rhythm. Their hips were moving again, and Ippo was almost mortified in realizing that he was hard as steel in his pajama pants. Sendo was faring no better, the presence of his erection grinding against Ippo's. It was too much. He couldn't distinguish one point of pleasure from another, and his heart was pounding so hard, he was certain Sendo could hear it.

"A-ah! Sendo-sa-urgh!"

Sendo was moving faster now. It was like every noise Ippo made spurred the other teen on in a lust-driven frenzy. Ippo wanted to question what was happening. He wanted to question himself the most. Did this mean that he liked boys? Or was it just Sendo that he liked? He didn't know, and honestly, should he even care?

Sendo answered that with his body. He sat back on his heels, pausing everything as he grappled with the button on his uniform pants. Ippo watched with a slight frown, disappointed that he had to wait to feel those liquid sensations, but also anxious. It took a few more seconds, but finally, Sendo freed himself from his pants and boxers, lowering both to his knees in two short movements. Ippo only had time to gulp as he took in the sight of the other boy's erection, standing proud in a nest of dark-brown hair, before Sendo had a grip on Ippo's pajama pants.

He yelped, embarrassed as all get out when his own hardness was exposed to the air. Sendo discarded the pants with a few forceful tugs, then lowered his body again, his hands guiding Ippo's legs apart. When they rubbed together this time, it was like Ippo had died and gone to sex heaven. Sendo was so hot, his skin feverish, his length a hard presence between them.

"Fuck, yes, Makunouchi," he growled, brown eyes so hooded, they were almost closed.

And then, they were kissing again, this time initiated by Sendo. All Ippo could do was hold on for dear life and moan desperately. It felt so good, he didn't know what to do. There was an unknown pressure building between his legs and at his core, like the wind-up before a pitch. And Sendo made the situation that much better by grunting and groaning as he acquired a fluid rhythm that had Ippo gasping for air.

Sendo had Ippo's knees locked in the crooks of his elbows, and his hips had a mind of their own. The noises their bodies made as they came together, erotic and foreign all at the same time. It was making Ippo insane. A strange boldness overcame him, making him tug at the hem of Sendo's t-shirt. He wanted it off so he could see the boy's magnificent chest. He wanted to run his fingers over those strong-looking muscles and that soft, tanned skin. Sendo paused for what seemed like a fraction of a second as he took the hint and shucked the shirt. After that, it was business as usual.

"Ah, god, Makunouchi, ya feel so good."

Ippo was too busy letting his palm glide over Sendo's compact stomach muscles and sinewy chest. It was glorious, just as he'd thought it would be. And you would think he'd be ashamed or even embarrassed by how forward he was being, but everything felt too awesome for him to dredge up a single care.

Suddenly, Sendo upped the force of his thrusts, their erections sliding harder and faster against one another, pre-cum lubricating the way. Frankly, that was all Ippo could take. That pressure he'd mentioned had been at its boiling point for some time now, and hearing Sendo grunt with urgency and desire just tipped Ippo over the edge. His legs tightened around Sendo's torso as he threw his head back and moaned. Actually, it sounded more like a sob, but who cared?

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fuckin' god," Sendo chanted before his body tensed and things got a whole lot messier between them.

Ippo was still riding the intense wave of pleasure that had engulfed him a moment ago, so he was unable to do much more than breathe, chest heaving and body trembling. Was that...was that an orgasm? If it was, he could see why people were so silly over sex. It was ridiculously amazing.

Sendo collapsed into a boneless heap on top of him, making Ippo chuckle breathlessly as he ran a few fingers through Sendo's slightly sweat dampened, brown hair. After a long few moments, Sendo lifted his head and looked into Ippo's eyes, something strange lingering in his gaze. Ippo tilted his head as he tried to identify the odd look. Before he could, Sendo dipped his head and buried his face in Ippo's neck, a long sigh fluttering against Ippo's flushed skin.

He didn't understand. Hadn't Sendo enjoyed himself? Worry started to creep into his mind as he focused his stare at the ceiling. Had he been bad at it? Was that why Sendo had looked at him like that? He hoped not. He didn't know what this meant for them, but he was really hoping it wouldn't ruin the friendship they'd started. He liked Sendo. And he would be a fool to deny that he liked him in a more than friendly way.

Sendo finally rolled over onto his back, arms splaying out beside him as he too stared up at the ceiling, a small frown gathering between his brows. Ippo was really beginning to grow concerned at, not only the look on Sendo's face, but mostly because of the silence. Sendo was usually anything but quiet, so this was extremely foreign territory for Ippo.

He didn't know what to say.

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