PART 2

AOMINE'S POV

I don't exactly remember when it happened, but suddenly I started feeling happier than ever each time we would win a game and the main reason for that happiness wasn't our success, but what followed after the referee's whistle blew, announcing the end of a match. Every time we would be pronounced winners, it was only a matter of seconds before I would get to celebrate victory while he clung to me tightly.

His blond hair smelled like fresh fields in the spring… Oh, wait, what the hell, as if I knew how fresh fields would smell… Guess that's just how I imagined something beautiful and untarnished would feel. Even after sweating it out on the court for more than an hour, I still found the way he smelt irresistible.

I knew it was wrong to have feelings of that kind and impure thoughts about my teammate. I knew if he was to find out about the fantasies of my dirty mind and the things it imagined us do when I was alone in my bed late at night, he'd stay away from me forever.

Those fleeting moments of celebration were enough to provide me a whole week's jerking off material. I would toss and turn at night imagining him whimpering beneath me, his slender fingers digging into my back and his legs wrapped around my waist, clinging to me tightly as I would ram into him. It felt so good, so real, that I prayed morning would never come because with the sun rising, a sudden realization that it was all a product of my imagination would hit me hard. I would feel like losing something, but how can you lose something that was never even yours to begin with?

That morning, when I woke up, I knew something was different, for the loss felt little too real. The sheets were dirty and a faint scent of his perfume was still lingering everywhere around me. I started recalling my steps from the evening before and came to a realization – it was my entire fault. I screwed up, big time, ruining everything and I've probably chased him out of my life forever.

The day before, I was supposed to host a victory party at my house, for the whole team. The only guest I was really looking forward to seeing that night was him, but I felt a little unsure if he was going to come or not. For a millisecond I thought about trying to confess my feelings, but when I remembered the way he would always turn away, disinterested, as I took my jersey off, it just made me realize I could never interest him in that way. I was a friend, nothing more. And he wasn't thinking of me in that way, nor he ever could.

For as long as I have known that blonde haired charmer, he was into girls and they were very much into him, guess that only comes naturally when one is a male model. Wherever he would go, he was surrounded by groups of girls, heads would turn after him, there were even girls from other schools waiting for him at the school gates, which made me furious most of the time. Everybody thought I was jealous at the attention he was getting, but in fact I just didn't want anyone else to have him. How he nonchalantly took his time to decide, laughing it off while the poor girl waited for an answer, shivering. The rejections were probably most painful to watch, for I saw myself in those girls, knowing I would get the same answer if I dared to speak out my feelings. The difference was that I probably wouldn't have even gotten that smile as a consolation prize.

When I didn't see him arrive with the rest of the guys to my party that day, I suspected he wandered off with a girl somewhere. I checked the time on my phone ever minute, forgiving his tardiness, hoping I would see him enter my house.

When the door opened and him and his aura of aloofness walked in, I was relieved and bottomed up my first drink from many that were still to follow that night, just to celebrate his arrival.

He sat across the table from me, surrounded by girls, as always. I don't even remember inviting them over, yet they still managed to find their way in, probably knowing he was going to be here. He was like a magnet, drawing them in slowly. Guess that makes me made out of metal or something, for I felt his presence drawing me closer and I was unable to resist.

Everyone around me was non-existent as I had eyes only for him. I watched as that tiny brunette leaned into him, pushing up her boobs into his face and it made me want to drink even more. Luckily, I had real glasses instead of plastic cups, for I would have probably crushed them in my hands while watching them flirt so shamelessly and then everyone would notice something was wrong.

There was only one way that night could end from the way it was going and that was him banging that girl, most likely upstairs in my bed, and I didn't plan on letting that happen. I jumped up from my seat, knocking something over, spilling a drink or two, but still managed to stagger to his side somehow. I grabbed his arm and pulled him upstairs. He didn't struggle or protest – it was obvious he was drunk, probably even more than I was. I wondered if he knew where we were in that moment.

I dragged him upstairs and opened up a window, telling him to breathe in some fresh air in order to regain his senses. I'm not sure if he understood, as he just looked out in the distance, speechless. As I held my hand on the back of his neck, I felt the heat his body was emitting. It was in that exact moments that I felt my restrain snap and as he turned around, probably in order to tell me something, judging by the slight movement of his lips, I violently forced a kiss upon those soft lips.

Our tongues collided and I felt his body fall into mine, he was most likely feeling dizzy and any sane person would stop doing what we were doing, but I just didn't want this opportunity to slip away. I put my hands around him, locking him in, grabbing his ass tightly, adamant not to let go for he might try and escape me.

My cock was already half hard and him grinding into me certainly only made it worse. If I moved away for a second, I wondered if he would some to his senses and stop this madness, which I wasn't planning on letting happen. I sucked into that kiss as I tried to move us closer to the door of a room – any room would suffice in that moment. The first knob I could feel was that of my parent's bedroom, so I led us into it as they were both out for the night.

I touched his body while tucking my hands under his shirt and he would let out those sexy moans that made my dick turn into a full blown, raging erection. We stopped stumbling in the dark once we reached the bed where he suddenly stooped down and started unbuttoning me. I started wondering if he had any idea what he was doing and if he'll remember any of it the next day.

His hands were shaking while he tried to unbutton my pants, guess his nervousness only proved his inexperience with guys, which made me sigh in relief. I knew I wasn't going to be the first person he's had sex with, but just being the first guy made me feel somehow special. I'm such an idiot, I know…

As I caressed his head, I played with those soft strains of feather like blond hair underneath my fingers. When I felt his hot breath and wet saliva on my cock, I wanted to release it all inside of his mouth instantly, barely managing to keep it from erupting. I distracted myself with his hair as I was trying to steady the pace of my breathing. The way he pumped it up and down and licked it all over was just too much and my mind went back to thinking about unpleasant things like dentist appointments and horror movies and bees hoping it would distract me for a bit. Before I knew it, we found ourselves in a different position – he was sprawled on the bed on all fours and I was pushing my fingers into him, trying to create an opening big enough for my cock to slip in. I never felt the need to be somewhere as badly as I did then. Having his ass right before me, made me want to dive into it as soon as I could, with all my might.

I chose to ignore his whimpers as I pushed my fingers in and out of his tight entrance. I noticed his cock was erect so I decided to give it a few pumps. Pulling on another man's thing was quite different from masturbation, but hearing his muffled cries of pleasure was totally worth it. Soon, he released his stickiness into my hand and I thought I might use it as a lubricant. I mean, I didn't know much about anal sex, except from what I've seen in adult videos, but I thought it might be helpful.

His hole was much more welcoming to my fingers this time around. They went in easily, four of them at that. That delicate place twitched in anticipation under my touch and I knew I couldn't wait another moment longer. I aligned the head of my dick on his entrance, slowly pushing it in with a help of my hand as I tried to slide into him. The resistance was still there, but once I felt the head was in, the rest was easy.

It brushed against his inner walls, each inch of progress made me more and more ecstatic. I grabbed onto his sides with both of my hands, once I finally felt it was in to the hilt. That moment felt like a dream came true, only it never felt this good in my dreams and fantasies.

When I started moving, I wasn't exactly sure how this should work without it completely slipping out, but once I got the hang of it, I managed to keep it in just barely enough before thrusting back in. His insides were hot, clenching around me and every time I buried myself into him he gave out a loud moan. I wondered if we could be heard downstairs so I kept myself silent. I wanted to shout his name out and tell him how good it felt, how I wanted all of him, I wanted to groan loudly and confess my feelings, but I guess that would have been too much.

The room was covered in darkness, but I could see every movement of his lower body, how his back arched underneath me and how his hips moved in search of my own. The small of his back was sweaty and the sounds our mixed up body fluids made upon colliding were too erotic. I don't know if it was painful for him, the way I kept on ravishing that delicate place, but just thinking about how I was allowed to be in there made me want to come.

I knew I was close, so I decided to use those few strokes I had left and savour the moment. I came before I planned and released all of my pent up jizz inside of him. I felt his muscles tighten around me as I filled him up. This couldn't even compare to those times when he used to be a figment of my imagination and my hand acted as a replacement for his body. I closed my eyes and gave him my all, filling him up to the brim. Suddenly, I felt dizzy. I produced a loud grunt while letting out my last drop of seed and the next thing I knew, I found myself on my back. I pulled him onto my chest, wanting to stay like that forever.

His hair… it still smelt like that, fields in springtime or something… Innocence. Even though only a few seconds before he had a cock shoved up his ass and there was semen leaking out of him – he was the m

I closed my eyes only for a moment and felt the heat of his body leave my side. I reached out my hand to grab him, but he was already gone, the bathroom door closing behind him. I heard the sound of water and muffled cries. I felt a sharp pain in my chest and that was the last thing I can remember.

I woke up the next morning with a blanked tossed over my body and my pants still undone. My limp dick was sticking out. I sat up in the bed remembering the last thing I heard the night before. Him – crying in the bathroom. Was it that bad? Of course it was bad, I violated my friend, taking advantage of his drunkenness to my own selfish desires. I knew it then, I was a horrible person who has done a terrifying deed and there was no way I could ever repent myself. The worst of all was that, if I could do it all over, I wouldn't change a thing for I got to have him at least for a fleeting moment that would stay imprinted in my memory forever. That's when my eyes welled up with tears – upon realizing this will never happen again.

A/N: This is it, you guys! What a misunderstanding, right? Oh, young love... how stupid it can be sometimes ;)