Title: Art Appeal
Story: Set in an AU where there's no GoM and Kagami and Aomine go to university in America. Both of them get stuck taking an art course where they meet someone interesting and learn about more than just art.
Disclaimer: *I DO NOT OWN KUROKO NO BASKET OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS* Although I wish I did :'(
Sorry for the very, very, VERY late update. I was busy with the holidays, and work, and exams and a whole bunch of other time consuming real-life related things…and when I wasn't busy with those things I was just being lazy. SO SORRY!
But here it is, Aomine's part in the tutoring exchange. I found it was slightly easier to write than Kagami's lesson, but then again I've been having some major AoKise feels lately so yeah.
Enjoy!
Chapter 7: Inner Demon
Hmm what time is it?
Aomine reached for his phone on his bed side table to read it was only 8:00 in the morning.
Who the hell would be here at this time!?
He groaned and slowly got up from his cocoon of blankets and dragged his feet to the door.
"Good morning Aominecchi! Time to rise and shine, here I even brought breakfast!"
Kise casually strolled into Aomine's apartment dressed in blue basketball shorts and a plain white t-shirt carrying a pink smoothie in each hand.
"You do know it's 8 o'clock on a Sunday morning right?"
The blonde gave a smirk "Aww and here I thought you'd be happy to see me."
"Ah whatever."
The blunette frowned and reached for one of the smoothies when he noticed the green haired bodyguard in the doorway.
"What, is he coming with us?" He growled, hoping the slight disappointment he had accidently let slip would go unnoticed.
Kise was oblivious to Aomine's question, too busy looking around the cozy apartment, while Midorima simply smirked and gave Aomine one of the darkest glares the power forward had ever seen.
"No Aomine-san I will not be accompanying you and Kise-san on your outing today, but I will have you know that Akashi-san is aware of his whereabouts at all times, so please ensure he is safe throughout the day if you value your existence."
What!
Before Aomine could comprehend the bespectacled man's warning, the door was closed and he was out of sight.
"You know, you're place is actually a lot cleaner than I thought it would be."
He turned around to see the blonde looking around his small apartment as if in search of something important.
"Why are you acting so surprised?"
"I don't know, it's just Aominecchi doesn't care about anything most of the time so I thought you'd be neglectful when it comes to your household chores as well, but I guess I was wrong." The blonde seemed a little bit satisfied with his new discovery and it made Aomine a bit happy to know his good impression may have gone up in the model's eyes.
He turned and began heading down the hallway towards his room.
"Yeah well that's what you get for judging a book by its pages, or something like that. Anyways let me go get changed and we can head out."
Kise couldn't help but giggle at Aomine's slight miswording and sat down on his plush couch making himself at home.
Once in front of his closet, Aomine actually found himself contemplating on what he should wear. What was he, a chick! Who cares what the hell you wear you're just going to play some basketball, it's not important!
That had been his arrangement in having Kise help tutor him to pass his aunt's art class; he had to play basketball with him.
Aomine loved basketball so he wasn't complaining, and the blonde wasn't so bad himself, not to mention it was some alone time with him, away from his crazy aunt, away from the flock of female classmates following him around, and to be honest, even away from his best friend Kagami.
Just him and Kise. Maybe that's why he felt like this day was different and maybe that's why he was here standing in front of his closet for ten whole minutes now, deciding on which damn pair of basketball shorts to wear!
"Fuck it" He grunted and grabbed the closest pair of shorts to his left and then a random shirt to go with it.
Kise was sipping on his smoothie while attempting, quite graciously, to spin the basketball on his pointer finger when Aomine came down the hallway in his red and black basketball shorts and black t-shirt.
"Aw Aominecchi looks so cool!" Kise gushed and Aomine headed towards the door in order to avoid the blonde's stare..
"Shut up and lets go!"
~ ~XxXxX ~ ~
They arrived at the courts a little around 9:30 or so, happy that being a Sunday morning it was vacant.
"Ok so we'll start off with some basic moves and then we'll go into our one-on-one."
Aomine began with some of the more difficult moves to pull off during a match and then even showed Kise a few of his particular favorites that he had come to master as his own over the years.
The blonde watched in eager anticipation, but it was the evident determination displayed through those piercing amber eyes that made Aomine feel alive in a way he had almost forgotten. He could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins and he was ready to let loose.
Their warm-up did not last long and soon the two were entranced in a steely one-on-one match.
Kise was sharp and fast and Aomine found himself in awe. He had played with Kise once before, but this time was different. If it had been anyone else they wouldn't have been able to even touch the blonde, but Aomine had basketball in his blood and he was familiar with the blonde's quick moves, recognizing many of them as his own. The rate at which Kise had obtained and replicated those moves was alarming and Aomine could feel his excitement growing with each play.
After a few more rounds, the blonde was out. "Ah I'm so tired."
Being September the weather was still warm and the suns bright rays were not making things any better.
Kise began walking to the shade of an oak tree nearby and found refuge underneath its cool shelter.
Aomine followed and stood above the blonde with a smirk on his face.
"What giving up already?"
"We played four games in a row _" The blonde responded in between intakes of air, trying to catch his breath.
" _ In which I won all four times." He teased and continued to smirk down upon the model.
Kise pouted and closed his eyes, still slowly gasping and panting for air.
The scene from Aomine's few was rather arousing, what with a flushed and sweaty Kise panting underneath him. He had to look away. But instead he crouched down next to the model and was tempted to lick the bead of sweat that was sliding down towards his jaw when the blonde opened one of his eyes.
"What are you doing Aominecchi?"
"Ah, um, there's a bug on your head."
"WHAT! A bug! Get it off, get it off!"
And Aomine suddenly found himself with his back against the ground with a very frightened Kise on top of him.
The blonde had his fists balled up in Aomine's shirt while is head was being rammed into his chest.
The site was too cute, even for Aomine, and the blunette let out a load and boisterous laugh.
Kise popped his head out from against the ace's broad chest and released his vice grip from his shirt. "That's not nice Aominechhi! Bugs are gross!" And his signature pout came back full force.
At the blonde's defensive reaction, Aomine laughed even harder.
Kise continued to pout, but the rumble coursing through the other boy's body due to his continuous deep laughter made him somewhat amused, and he too joined in the fun.
The blonde's melodious laughter broke Aomine from his unusual state, and he couldn't help but stare. Everything about him was beautiful right now. From the way the sun's rays were hitting his golden strands, making them almost as bright and dazzling as the younger boy's smile, to the utter joy he was exuberating with his phantom song. It was enough to take Aomine's breath away.
When Kise realized the blunette was no longer laughing with him, he stopped, surprised to find himself the object of the ace's interest. He titled his head to the side as if in a silent question.
"Come on, how about we go get some ice cream before we head back to my place?"
"Oh ice cream sounds good!"
Aomine helped Kise up, considering he had somehow ended up in the power forward's lap, and they started in the direction of Aomine's apartment.
He let Kise choose the ice cream flavor and wasn't surprised when he decided on strawberry, seeing as it just seemed like something the blonde would like.
They talked mostly about sports on the way back to the apartment and a little about school and Kise's modeling career. Aomine also took this as a good time to tease the blonde, as per usual.
"So do you ever get to model with hot girls?"
"I model with many pretty girls if you must know." And the blonde gave a small huff iterating his annoyance with the question, "But I also model with many guys too." He added with a sly smile.
"Tch"
"Ahh, is Aominecchi jealous?" He poked the grumpy blunette with his now bare popsicle stick.
Aomine frowned and pushed the offensive stick away. "Why would I be jealous of a bunch of girly men in makeup? I could kick their asses in basketball any day."
Kise just sighed and rolled his eyes.
~ ~XxXxX ~ ~
Once back in the tidy apartment Aomine began to make his way to the bathroom. "I'm gonna take a shower, I'll be right out."
In the meantime Kise made himself comfortable on the couch and started flipping through some magazines he had found on the coffee table.
When Aomine emerged from the steamy room a few minutes later he headed towards the kitchen to grab himself a dink.
"I left you a towel and some clothes."
The blonde rose from his spot on the couch, a soft blush shading his cheeks. "Oh, like in the bathroom…for a shower?"
"Of course, why else would I leave them in there? You don't want to stay all sweaty while we watch the game do you?"
Kise smiled at Aomine and headed in the direction of the vacant bathroom. "Thanks Aominecchi, I won't take long I promise!"
"Yeah whatever." He grumbled and brought his drink to the sitting area and turned on the tv, flipping through the channels until he found the game he had been waiting for. Just as the pre-game special was ending, Aomine realized Kise still wasn't out of the shower.
"Oi Kise hurry up! You're gonna miss the tip-off!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming."
The blonde hurried his way into the sitting room wearing a pair of the blunette's gray sweatpants and plain black v-neck. Both particles of clothing were about a size too big for him, and they hung loosely on his slender frame. Aomine found himself, for the second time that day, extremely aroused,
"I didn't miss anything yet did I?"
While making his way over to the couch, Kise held the bottom of the v-neck with his teeth and tied the drawstring of the sweat pants tightly together, giving Aomine a nice view of his muscled abdomen. It took all of Aomine's strength to divert his attention back to the television screen and away from the tempting model before bad things happened.
"Ah, no, you didn't miss anything"
"Great!"
And he plopped himself on the couch, too close for Aomine's liking.
The whole first half of the game went by in a blur. Kise had talked up a storm of creative commentary, while Aomine simply grunted or nodded in compliance, too distracted by the blonde's electric presence to pay any real attention.
When the buzzer rang indicating the half time break, Kise grabbed the remote and turned the television off. With no more distraction Aomine turned to see the model adjusting his position to face the power forward.
"Are you ready to begin your lesson?"
Oh yeah, there was a reason for all this today. And here Aomine had completely forgotten and had felt as if they were already a _
"Yeah I guess."
The blonde's eyes lit up with excitement.
"Ok, first you'll need some paper and a pencil."
The blunette shot the model a look of indifference and shrugged. "Don't have any."
"What! They how do you ever do your homewok?"
"I don't." He smirked and threw his arms behind his head and propped his feet on the coffee table in front of him. The image of the baffled blonde made Aomine remember how much fun it was to tease him, and the sensation was making him feel light and more comfortable.
"What are we going to do with you?" The blonde retorted and Aomine just scuffed.
"Ha, beats me."
Not one to give up, Kise searched the small apartment area for anything remotely useful.
"Ah here we go! You have way too many magazines here, I'm sure we could tear a page out of one of them to use, and I think I have a pen somewhere in my sports bag."
Before Aomine could even reach out to stop him, Kise had already brought the pile of sports magazines onto his lap and was quickly skimming through the pile. Many of them had scantily clad women on the covers, which had nothing to do with sports in Kise's opinion, but then again they were Aomine's after all. If it was one thing he had learned in the month or so he had known the blunette, it was that Aomine liked women with very large breasts. To be honest the appeal was lost on Kise, but he wasn't one to judge.
When he finally reached the end of the large pile, he stopped, his mind a whirl of complete confusion. For some reason underneath the immense amount of sports and risqué magazines, was his latest modeling book. His eyes continued to stare back at him from the cover of the glossy magazine, and he kept his eyes locked on his mirrored reflection afraid to look anywhere else.
Fuck!
"It's not mine."
He lied.
"Oh." Was all the blonde could manage to say.
"It's Satsuki's. She left it here about a week ago so I just put it with the rest of them. I was gonna throw it out, but it's not worth hearing her complain."
There was nothing but silence, and for a while Aomine thought Kise had seen through his lie, but the blonde's sudden spurt of laughter made him give an internal sigh of relieve before situating his trade mark frown upon his face.
"Haha for a second there I really thought it was Aominecchi's! Ah that was a good one!"
Aomine didn't see what was so funny about it, but as long as the blonde believed him, he didn't care.
"It just proves what they say about models being dumb I guess."
"Hey! Model or not, I'm not the baka failing an art class."
Aomine smirked and reached for the remote next to the blonde's lap, accidently touching his thigh with the bag of his hand.
At the minor contact both boys gave a slight jolt and quickly turned their attentions back to the game.
"Calm down pretty boy and just watch the rest of the game."
Kise gave the bluenette a mild glare and cast his glance back to the screen.
The blonde's retreat made Aomine feel a bit smug and he casually slung his arm over the top of the couch where Kise's still damp golden strands were resting.
They stayed in that comfortable position for a while, but it wasn't until the beginning of the fourth quarter that Aomine felt a sudden weight on his chest and noticed the model had fallen asleep.
If Aomine had thought the flushed Kise at the courts this afternoon was tempting, he had no words to describe the amount of temptation he felt as he watched the blonde sleep. His pink lips were slightly open, breathing in small breaths of air, causing a warm and familiar stir in the pit of Aomine's stomach, and he knew he wouldn't be able to contain himself for long.
The loud knock on his door was both a blessing and a curse. Its continuous echo ripped Aomine away from his unsafe thoughts, and awoke the model from his slumber. When Midorima entered the apartment, Aomine was honestly relieved.
"Come Kise-san, Akashi-san is waiting for you."
Kise slowly opened his eyes to find Aomine no longer on the couch, but instead next to the door as if waiting to quickly usher his guests outside.
"Ah sorry Aominecchi I guess I must have fallen asleep. We'll have to finish your lesson another time."
Midorima was quick to cut him off. "You can make future plans once Akashi-san has gone over your new schedule and approved your free time, but nothing beforehand. Understood?"
The body guard left no room to argue and Kise kept his eyes on the floor as he made his way to the door.
Not liking to see the blonde upset and feeling overwhelmingly protective, Aomine decided to give the green haired man a challenge.
"Whatever, we'll definitely make plans to hang out again soon no matter what. Besides, you still haven't beat me yet."
Midorima shot the power forward a sharp glare at his confident declaration, making a mental note about Aomine's character to conceal to his superior.
Kise's eyes met Aomine's and the amount of light and joy immersed in those alluring orbs, made Aomine swell with satisfaction.
"I won't lose next time Aominecchi!" And he gave one last bright smile before waving and exiting the apartment with his sour looking guard in tow.
Closing the door swiftly behind them, Aomine remained still for a few moments, running the day's events through his head.
"What an idiot."
The blunette turned off the tv and grabbed the model's photo book from the table before heading back down the hallway to his room.
He needed some way to release this new inner demon that had transformed, and he knew only the image of a certain blonde would be able to sustain it.
A/N: Thank you to all the new follows and favs! And thanks to all those who took their time to review. I really appreciate it and I love to hear what you guys think :D
Until next time, see ya!