Chapter Three:

Aomine woke up to the smell of sausage and eggs cooking, and he woke up in a place he didn't recognize. His pants, socks, shoes, and shirt were off, but his boxers were on, and a blanket was wrapped around him. The couch he was laying on was comfortable, but he had this ache in his bladder that told him if he didn't find the bathroom soon that he was going to be in a less than comfortable situation. Prowling down a long hallway, it didn't take him long to find the bathroom, and he shucked his boxers down quickly and stood there as he pissed into a toilet that was in a bathroom he had never seen before. He stood there, head looking upward, as he studied the room and though about where he could possibly be as he finished up and wiped himself.

"I'm glad to see you found the bathroom alright," a voice to his left said. Aomine let out a started yelp as he flushed. "Well, don't just stand there. You really should wash after such an activity," the light haired guy said, a teasing light in his blue eyes. Aomine only gaped at him, feeling awkward as he moved to wash his hands.

"I hope you like breakfast, because I made a lot." The guy had long since moved out of the door way and was calling after himself as moved down the hall and into the kitchen.

"I don't mean to be rude or anything," Aomine started to say as he came into the eating area, "but I can't remember if we—ugh—"

"You mean if we fucked last night." Kuroko said, quite amused by this situation.

"Yeah."

"Do you feel sore at all? Because that would answer that question. Besides, I'm not in the habit of letting drunk people take me." Aomine blushed at that less than subtle hint at the state of intoxication he was in last night. To be honest, that was actually the worst he'd been in a while; Couple shots of tequila, a body shot of vodka from some babe in the kitchen, and something like nine beers. Yeah . . . that's actually quite tame compared to what I used to do, which is really kinda pathetic. "So what happened that I ended up here? Thanks, by the way, for letting me crash at your place." His head felt like it was splitting in two, and his tongue felt really fuzzy. He kind of just wanted to sleep until his body got rid of everything that had made him feel this bad. I just might never drink again he inwardly groaned as he thought this.

"You're welcome. And you collapsed at my feet at the party. I really had no choice but to bring you to my apartment." Aomine's face fell at this point; he was really hoping that this good-looking stranger had taken him home by choice. "Could you tell me your name then? I would hate to think that I would leave without at least knowing who rescued me last night."

Kuroko blushed as he told him his name. "Kuroko Tetsyua . . . May I call you Tetsu?" And when Kuroko's blush deepened, Aomine quickly retracted his request and said, "It's okay! Kuroko is fine. I like Kuroko—"

"Tetsu is perfect," Kuroko mumbled and turned back to making their food (Thank goodness he hadn't had any food on the stove during all of this!). Aomine smiled broadly at Kuroko's back and took the time to admire Kuroko's form up close. Too much clothing to imagine anything accurately, but I'm pretty sure that his back is well-muscled. Probably that same pure white as those lean arms. He looks like he could definitely put up a decent resistance if I was to push him up against those counters. I wonder what those back muscles would look like if I had him bent over this table with that cute little ass pushed up in the air and him—

"Do you take your coffee with or without sugar?" Aomine shook his head as Kuroko broke through his shameless thoughts. Kuroko frowned a little, confused by such a noncommittal gesture. "So you do or don't want sugar?"

"Umm…." To be honest, all I want is a certain kind of your sugar. Wow. That got real cheesy real fast. What is it about this guy that makes me want to take him hard and fast one minute and then sweet and slow the next? I'm beginning to get soft… "I'll take my coffee with creamer and a couple sugars if you don't mind. And I'm Aomine, by the way."

"Well, not that this hasn't been fun, but I really should get going."

Kuroko looked disappointed, and Aomine was pleased that this guy was upset about his departure. "Do you have to go so soon?" The words were out before Kuroko could change them or take them back.

"Unfortunately I'm already late for a shift at the public pool, and I'm already going to have a hard time explaining why I'm late to my boss. If I could stay I would, but I like to think I'm their best lifeguard. I'd like to keep it that way. Besides, this hot bod doesn't stay tanned all by itself." Aomine was pulling up his shirt and gesturing at his abs in a show of cockiness, but he really just wanted to see that stupid little grin of Kuroko's before he had to leave. Sure enough, as soon as he mentioned being the best lifeguard Kuroko was smiling, but when he mentioned his "hot body," Kuroko, eyes full of longing, was looking at his perfect body in open admiration.

It was now difficult for Aomine to swallow, and he knew that he had to get out of there quickly if he was going to avoid doing anything they would both regret later. Scribbling down a number on a random piece of paper with a random pen he found on the table, Aomine quickly grabbed his stuff and left the apartment.

Kuroko was upset that he hadn't even gotten a goodbye. That is, until he looked at the paper:

(XXX-)XXX-XXXX That's my number, Tetsu. Text me so we can have a good time that isn't the result of me being drunk.

Laters,

Dark Blue

And Kuroko, now unable to breathe, picked up his phone, called Momoi, and told her to grab her bag full of swimming stuff because they were going to the pool.