Author's Note: HEY GUYS. It's been ages since I've written anything! How have you all been doing? Hope I didn't torture you too much... not that anyone's dying to read this...right? HAH. I've been going through a busy time of my life... A.K.A. Prom + Parties + Boys + Work + I don't know what = Totally forgot about writing. (okay. I wasn't the only one who read Prom as Porn, right...)

So... someone reviewed this fic a day or two ago and I clicked their profile out of curiousity (Yes I stalk some of you... beware.) and I saw a faved fic that appealed to me. And I started reading. And now I have spiralled. It was so good I couldn't stop. I still can't stop. And I've learned a lot about writing! I haven't read someone else's ff in a really really long time and it showed me how different I am... and things I can learn.

And I noticed that the author talked a lot about themselves in the A/N and I thought it was fun getting to know the author better throughout the whole process. It's a cool idea. So maybe I could start doing that too if any of you even read the A/N. Wow this is so long already... I feel bad for torturing you guys like this. (((lmao))) But the thing is, I'm used to being kind of aloof and impersonal but I guess that's something I should change... because it'll reflect in my writing.

OKAY. Enough of that chatter. Onto the real stuff.

Disclaimer: I don't own KnB.

"You have a month," Aida Riko said as she twirled the straw in her strawberry milkshake, "Real practice will start then and if you're going to be on board with us for the season, that's when I'll need you."

Kuroko crossed his ankles under the table of the tiny booth of the diner they had chosen to meet up at. It was one of those stand-alone stores that had nothing but a gigantic parking lot around it that was never filled with cars. It was 2 A.M. and the first place that Kuroko had thought to be open was here. After the incident in the library, Kuroko picked up his phone and dialed up his coach. He needed a deadline.

His slump wasn't going to fix itself.

He stared determinedly at the foamy bubbles of his own vanilla milkshake and watched them as they slowly shrank and disappeared. An angry frustration was racking his body and Kuroko knew that he had to get rid of it somehow. The swirl of emotions was making himself painfully noticeable and it was even more painfully noticeable on the basketball court. He was rendered completely useless and it was the most shameful and embarrassing thing ever.

Kuroko didn't even bother stepping on court once since the club was formed. He knew that it would end it disaster and he'd ended up making a fool out of himself... in front of Kagami. Kuroko wasn't an exceptional player in the first place, and now the one thing he had going for him was gone, he had no idea what to do.

"Look, I know this is really hard for you. But I know why you called me and I'm giving it to you straight," Aida slurped on her milkshake noisily and stretched her arms up towards the ceiling, "It's late as heck and I've got class tomorrow so..."

Kuroko nodded twice slowly without looking at her. This was almost too painful for him to handle.

"Got anything you want to tell me before I go?" She looked at him with an expression that almost made Kuroko spill his inner thoughts then and there. But the embarrassment of it all was holding him back like scratchy and ripped ropes that were digging painfully into his skin.

"Not really... Kind-" Kuroko started but Aido interrupted him with a sharp snap of her fingers.

"So not really... that means there is something," she slapped a palm on the table and adopted a devious look upon her face, "I'm getting it out of you no matter what." Her ferociousness was intimidating Kuroko successfully and he hated it.

I'm not giving up without a fight. He stared back at her with renewed competitiveness and shook his head.

She sighed and waggled a finger at him.

"This won't do. Not at all," She leaned back and pretended to observe and calculate him, "you're exuding this... pent-up emotion." Maybe she wasn't pretending after all.

"Okay. Can you tell me what it is then?" Kuroko muttered under his breath.

He was almost scared for her answer, because he knew that it could just confirm his inner suspicions. And if she knew, then it was likely that Kagami would have seen it too. And so would Hyuuga. And everyone else. Oh, woe. He wanted to slam his head on the table and scream in anger, but that was uncharacteristic of himself. It was the first time he had ever felt this way and it drove him ballistic.

Aida crossed her arms and spoke.

"I can see you worrying already," She bit her lip, "Everything I say from this point on..."

She pause for a bit to formulate her words correctly and Kuroko squirmed impatiently.

"Is... Is... I'm saying this as a friend. And a female. This is stuff a girl, or a really observant male would only see."

She paused again to make eye contact, making sure that he understood fully what she was trying to express.

"Yeah. Got it," Kuroko said, deflated, even though he was somewhat comforted by her words.

"You've totally got the hots for someone," Aida finished anti-climatically. Kuroko took a big gulp of his milkshake, finishing the remains and giving himself a painful brainfreeze in the process. It felt good. The pain was welcome. He needed something to punish himself. He deserved a slap on the wrist.

He let out a deep breath and straightened his back.

"How obvious is it?" He asked.

She tilted her head in the opposite direction this time and tapped her chin.

"You have this dazed look in your eyes, like you're staring into space... and your eyes dart all over the place sometimes as if you're looking for someone... and your expression. Your atmosphere and your expression. Both of them are..." She made a contemplative noise before continuing, "How do I say this. It's like you're begging to be fucked."

If Kuroko were sipping on his milkshake, he would have choked at this. Instead, a dark blush began to suffuse his face.

"What?" He put a hand over his mouth.

"I don't know how to explain it! That's the best I can do," Aida raised her hands up in protest and then put them on the table to help herself up from the bench.

"That's all I've got for you. Actually, no no. That's not all," she said as she stood up and shuffled out of the booth.

"Go find that person," She said fiercely and pointed a finger out the window, "Go find them, tell them how you feel and then have a nice long make-out session."

Kuroko had nothing to say to this and he stared at her with a slack jaw.

"I'm leaving," Aida said as she shouldered her bag and breezed out of the diner with an air that only a confident woman like her could possess.

Kuroko then allowed his head to hit the table and he closed his eyes.

"Tell them how I feel… huh…"

He allowed himself one tiny fantasy. Big, strong hands running down his back and brushing the underside of his bottom lightly. Travelling up his waist and enveloping his body in warmth. Lips attached firmly to his neck. A tongue sweeping across his shoulder and-

"Ugh," he groaned and realized he was growing hard. Kuroko stood up as quickly could and booked it out of the diner. His sneakers couldn't seem to take him quickly enough to his dorm and his erection was making it increasingly harder to take fast steps. He felt more heat pooling to his southern region and he resisted the urge to curse.

Why isn't it… stopping…

His breaths were coming out in harsh pants and it felt like forever until he reached his dormitory building. Kuroko slammed the button of the elevator and prayed feverishly that no one would approach him and see his hard-on. The elevator finally opened and he pressed the button of his floor as fast and hard as he could. He stumbled out of the machinery like a blind fool and fumbled with his keys and lock before finally bursting in. He slammed the door behind him and slid down, not bothering to lock it.

He shoved the waistband of his pants and boxers down roughly and began to slide his fingers over his leaking slit.

Kuroko squeezed his eyes shut and imagined Kagami's ferocious eyes staring up at him, his lips a centimeter away from Kuroko's length and a pink tongue swiping across them. He highly doubted Kagami would be giving him head anytime soon but the thought of him made him even harder. He slammed his back against the door and began to pump himself. He threw his head to the side and tried to recall what his lips felt like against his own. Kagami's direct and blunt kiss that was so honest and fearless. He felt even more pre-cum sliding down and he slid completely down to the carpet in a fit of ecstasy.

He wondered what it would feel like having him pounding inside of him a second time. Wasn't the second time always better than the first? Kuroko lifted his hips up reflexively and his motions began to grow even more jerky and rapid.

"Haa… shi-.. ugh, nggghh-" He tried to muffle his moans to no avail.

Kagami's hard shaft moving in and out of his own tight hole, thrusting ruthlessly into his passage, and fingers gripping harshly at his own hips. And then a pair of lips coming down to give him a gentle kiss-

"Ahhhhh-" He groaned loudly and spurted over his still rapidly moving hand.

Kuroko felt himself growing red and he lay on the carpet, staring at the ceiling for a full minute. His pounding heart wasn't calming down and he could hear the blood rushing through his ears.

Boom, boom, boom-

I've only had sex once… and it feels like I've been turned into a nymphomaniac.

He really needed to get laid.

"Hey…"

Kagami laid his head down onto his pillow and closed his eyes. His inner fantasies were currently taking over his mind and he could think of nothing else other than a pale and blue-haired male that was moaning his name over and over again in his dreams. The midget with his cute ass and red blush. He was absolutely obsessed and he knew it. He accepted it. The longer the time they spent away from each other, the worse he became. Some of it became dangerously unrealistic and borderline…

A fist connected angrily to his shoulder and Kagami nearly growled in anger.

"What?" He glared up at Himuro who was standing over him beside the couch with an irritated expression. He wasn't appreciating his roommate's interruption to his preoccupying thoughts. Those were some really pleasurable thoughts.

"Tomorrow, come with me," Himuro repeated.

"Huh? To what?" Kagami rolled over onto his back and put his arms behind his head. Once Himuro left for class he knew exactly what activity he would be partaking in.

Shit.

Here he was having stupid sexual fantasies about the guy when Kuroko clearly wanted nothing to with him. And why? Because he was his first? Or because of the way they met? Kagami didn't care. He was drawn to him. He had made up his mind a long time ago that he wasn't going to let their connection go, no matter how much Kuroko wanted otherwise.

"The get-together with the basketball team."

"You're not in the basketball team," Kagami said.

"You're going. And you're taking with me," Himuro crossed his arms and raised his chin up stubbornly.

He pondered on this for several seconds. The basketball team. Maybe he would be there. There was a slim chance, but he had to take it. No matter how slim it was he had to grab it while he could. With a person as slippery as Kuroko, he had to grab him fast before he disappeared.

Kagami rubbed his chin and felt a bit of stubble. He probably had to shave soon.

"Alright. I'll go with you."

And he was going to find him and kiss him senseless like last time. Nothing about his thought processes were making any sense at all, but he knew that their relationship was founded on no logic anyways. So that's how he would continue.

Hohohohoooo. Please read and give me a review... insert puppy eyes here.

I'm outtie. See you next time!