Sexual situations appear after the third gray line.
POV Midorima
"Now I get it," Takao says as he looks for a place to collapse.
"Outside," I say, pointing to the open door to the porch. He gives me a wounded puppy dog look, but I point again with more emphasis. "If you get anything dirty before she does the inspection, I will smoother you in your sleep."
His eyes widen and he looks at me, trying to gauge whether or not I'm serious.
"I will sacrifice you if need be," I warn and he totters outside and slumps on the steps. I bring him a can of soup and he sits up just enough to drink it. I can hear Mom going through the house, double-checking our lists. She has already finished the bedrooms and is making her way from the back of the house to the front. Takao groans as his sweaty hair falls in front of his eyes. I reach out to push it back, but instead he leans into my chest and closes his eyes with a soft sigh.
"Every year?" he asks.
"Every year and we'll be expected to go out to the shrine as soon as she's done and we've changed."
"I don't know if I can move," he complains.
"You'll find the strength, I'm sure. We'll have dinner out first and you won't want to miss that," I encourage him. "I'm so hungry I could die."
"I don't have anything to wear to a shrine; just bring me back something."
"Mom's altered one of Dad's hakama for you; she will brook no excuses. Just deal with it."
"But my shoulders hurt," he whines with a wide grin. I push him away and swing my legs around so that he is sitting between my knees. I knead the muscles of his neck and he groans and loses some of his tension immediately, falling forward so his elbows rest on his knees. He is slick with sweat, but so am I and it hardly makes much difference. I tug his collar down to get at the deeper muscles, but he makes a choking sound and I respond with an annoyed 'tch' in the back of my throat. He sits upright for long enough to pull the damp shirt over his head and then wilts again, exposing the long expansive of his bare back down to the top of his hips.
"It's 11°, I hardly think it's a good idea to be exposed in this weather."
"Then don't think," he says.
We've been intimate, we've showered in the same locker room, and shared a bath at the onesen, but this is the first time I've been invited to look on his naked flesh with my glasses on. There is a scar just below his left clavicle, it looks like a burn, and a dusting of freckles that dance across his shoulders. It is a strong back that has endured much and his muscles are lovely to look at. I follow the line of his spine, sinking my thumbs into the deep recesses on either side, and continue the massage.
"You've been doing more back work?" I ask.
"Coach has me working the kettlebell hard," he says with his chin dropped to his chest, muffling the words.
"I can see the results of your hard work," I praise.
"Mmm." I despise when he dismisses my compliments, but it is more exhaustion than humility that mums his tongue now.
"The living room is perfect, Kazu-kun. You two should shower and change," Mom calls as she moves to check Kaori's progress on the hallway bathroom. We haven't heard a sound from there for hours and I fear my sweet little sister is the year's last casualty. Takao yawns and stretches before flopping back against me. He gazes up and back at me.
"Is it safe to use your bathroom?" he asks.
"How many times must I insist that it is our bathroom?"
"Apparently a few more," he laughs.
"Yes, once her inspection is complete, we may move about the house as normal. You may use the shower first, if you'd like."
"I know she didn't mean it that way, but when she said we two should shower and change, I pictured us together, under the same spray."
I don't know how to respond.
"I know it's not possible, but some day…"
"We'll wait until everyone is asleep," I say and he looks at me with hooded eyes and grins.
The bell rings one hundred and eight times as the year closes and the next begins. Dad has three red envelopes this year. He gives Kaori hers first and she rips the seal off without even pausing to express her thanks. She grins with joy as she sees the clean new 10,000 yen bill.
"Mom, I want to go buy that dress tomorrow," she says, her volume is a little louder than normal in her excitement. It is charming.
I don't open mine when Dad hands it to me, but rather I put it inside my robe. Whatever is in it, it is more than enough. It will join the otoshidama I have received for the past eighteen New Year's untouched in the bottom drawer, my rainy day savings that I've finally thought of a reason to raid. And that reason is standing next to me, his hand in mine, and I wonder what I can buy with that money that will bring him the most happiness.
The third envelope, Dad hands to Takao, who steps back to avoid it. He shakes lose my hand, but I step behind him, cutting off his escape. I am risking the loss of an intimate encounter by my actions, but I am sick of his sidestepping my family's love for him.
"If you don't take it, it will be a huge insult to Keiko and the New Year's traditions," Dad says with a wink. "Besides, it's important to start the next year with some pocket-money."
Takao takes the envelope two-handed and bows over it.
"Thank you, very much."
My parents toast the first morning sun with sake while Kaori, Takao, and I raise cans of our favorite drinks. Not long afterwards, Kaori falls asleep against my back and I carry her home. Homemade osechi-ryori greet us on the kitchen table as we enter, along with paper plates and cups so that we will not have to take the risk of cleaning away all the luck we garnered yesterday. But all this will have to wait until after a long sleep. Mom and Dad kiss my cheek and then turn their love toward a humbled and blushing Takao.
I deposit Kaori in her bed and she doesn't even stir at the rough treatment. When I return to our room, Takao is waiting for me, silhouetted in the doorway to the bathroom.
"I'm all sweaty after all that walking. I think I need another shower," he teases in a low purr as he pushes his hair out of his face.
"Yes," I reply, my voice sounding husky. "Perhaps I should as well. Shower, that is." My cheeks are hot, thinking about how stupid I must sound. He takes pity on me and forces my mouth closed with a tender kiss.
The shower stall is utilitarian. It is only large enough that with my back to the one wall and with my fingers stretched at full-length, I can barely touch the other side. Takao takes the place directly under the downpour shower head, but it is so wide and forceful that it covers me in water in seconds. He has his palms flat on the wall in front of him and he leans forward, one leg bent more than the other. He lifts his face to the water.
"Will you wash my back?" he asks.
I take the bottle of liquid soap and I drizzle it on his skin where it mixes with the sheets of water pouring off him. He is mostly a blur, but I remember the scar and my fingers find it easily.
"How did this happen?"
"Hmm?"
"This scar."
"Oh, hmm, I think it happened when I taught myself to ride a bike." He's lying, but I'm not sure if he believes what he is saying. I add another squirt of soap and I run my hands over his shoulders.
"What about these?" I ask, tracing the pock mark scars along his chest. His head tilts forward and the water rains down hard on his neck. "If you don't want to talk about it, don't make something up, just say so."
"I don't want to talk about it," he says. I memorize the placement of the scars, but I don't push for more information. Not everything has to be shared; a bit of mystery is alright, as long as he is forever away from the people I'm sure put those marks on him. I continue to stroke soap down his flanks and around to his flat toned abs and then down further. His penis is already hard and my fingers are still slicked by the soap. I take him in my left hand because I know that he regards those digits as priceless and it is an easy way to spoil him.
It is remarkable, the feeling of him sliding between my fingers is the same way that he slides inside me. I move close behind him, I want him to feel how excited I am from the simple action of bathing with him. He moans, his arms quiver, and he collapses forward. He turns his face to lay one cheek against the tile and his mouth forms a silent "o." There is just enough room between him and the wall to continue my ministrations and I am completely under the stream now as I support his wobbly legs with my knees. My right hand is trapped between his chest and the wall; his heart beat is so different from mine and I feel it accelerate as he comes.
For someone who has had an orgasm, he moves incredibly fast and before I can think, he is on his knees, his mouth is around my penis. The water has turned cold and I worry as it streams down his back. I can barely reach, but I fiddle with the taps until the steam rises and the shower is once again filled with hot water.
His hands are on my cheeks; this time he starts with two fingers inside me, stretching me as he spreads them apart. It feels so good, I cannot believe there is anything more left, but then he moves in, deeper, more aggressively, and I feel the caress of the back of his throat against my engorged flesh. He gags and I try to pull away, but he pushes forward and when he swallows, dragging me partially down his throat…
When I can think again, I am slumped on top of him and he is either scared or in pain, or both. I quickly lift off him and we sink to the bottom of the shower stall; the water is barely warm.
"When you fainted…" he begins. "I couldn't hold you up, I wasn't strong enough and all I could think of was how you and Aomine had to carry Kise to the stretcher together. If you fall, I…"
"Then get stronger," I suggest. "Coach can give you a strength training menu on top of your flexibility and stamina regime."
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