NOTE: Even though I ship these two like no tomorrow, they almost weren't going to be in this fic cuz my headcanons for them didn't fit into this timeline of events, BUT then, out of nowhere, i came up with an alternative headcanon that suddenly paired them up within the confines of this timeline, sooooo here they are.

:3 more smut here than any chapters before. yes yes. quite.

Chapter 6: Midorima Was Takao's First Boyfriend

Takao was quite aware of Midorima's little arrangement with Kagami near its end there. Midorima was the opposite of good at "sneaking around." And any excuses he gave to go see Kagami were a little TOO detailed, like he was offering far more information about what he was going to do than he would normally offer when it was the truth.

So Takao would tease him here and there. "Shin-chan shouldn't try to become a secret agent." And these types of comments usually earned a simple "Shut up," or a "Shut up, Bakao," from Midorima with a vein popping out in his forehead.

After Midorima and Kagami's arrangement ended, Takao still poked fun here and there. They were staying late at the school gym because Midorima was still shooting three's. Since it hadn't been uncommon for Midorima to come up with an excuse to go in the opposite direction of his house to see Kagami after late night practice, Takao had decided this was time for another jide at Midorima about that.

"Oh! Shin-chan, what are you going to do now that you can't do late night shopping at that convenience store in the direction of Kagami's apartment?" That was Midorima's most common excuse when he it was just him and Takao after team practice. Takao couldn't help but giggle at his own joke.

Midorima picked up his next basketball, and without looking back at Takao he answered, "Why? Are you jealous?" and he sent that basketball soaring through the air to get nothing but net.

Takao froze. No words came to mind. No words came out of his mouth. He could feel his face heating up. It had only been a few seconds, but it wasn't like Takao to not have an immediate response. Noticing this unexpected pause, Midorima looked back at him. Takao immediately looked the other way to hide his face.

"Oi! Takao!" Midorima called sternly.

Takao felt like he was caught in a trap. Midorima started walking towards him. As he got closer, Takao turned away and started stuttering loudly about how he needed to get home, and he started toward the door. Midorima took a few final strides to quickly catch him, wrapping his arms around him from behind and holding him tightly. Takao froze in surprise again, and found it very difficult to swallow.

"I always saw you," Midorima said, "watching me. Even when you were talking to someone else, I'd see your eyes on me." Takao's heart was pounding. He could feel it in his throat and in his ears. "I couldn't stand when your eyes were on anyone else but me." Takao hadn't even noticed he'd been holding his breath until he gasped for one after Midorima said that.

Takao noticed that he could feel Midorima's rapid heartbeat against his shoulder. The only sound they could hear was each other's heavy breaths. Midorima ran his hands up Takao's shirt, feeling every inch of him. He started kissing and nipping at Takao's neck and shoulder. Takao's sharp intakes of breath spurred him on. Midorima traced a circle with his tongue and then started sucking on Takao's neck, which earned a small moan.

Takao raised his arm and dug his fingers into Midorima's hair, pressing him even harder against his neck to encourage him. Midorima alternated between sucking, kissing and biting. Takao had started unconsciously grinding back against Midorima's groin.

In between kisses, Midorima asked again "Takao, are you jealous?" When he didn't get a response he started tweaking one of Takao's nipples. He let out a high squeak in response, followed by a groan as Midorima continued to pinch and pull his nipple. He found a new spot on his neck to start sucking, as he started tweaking both of Takao's nipples at the same time. Takao gasped, and his hips bucked against Midorima. Then Midorima leaned in real close and muttered in Takao's ear "are you jealous?" Takao jumped in reaction to the puff of air blowing against his ear from Midorima's whisper.

"Yes, I'm jealous!" he groaned, grinding against Midorima as hard as he could. "I want Shin-cha—" he was cut off by a silent gasp when Midorima ran his tongue up and down his neck. That's when Midorima slid one hand under Takao's shorts, grabbing him.

"Shin-chan!" he yelled in surprise.

"Are you hard for me?" Midorima asked in a deep whisper that made Takao shudder.

He had to swallow a few times to get an answer out. "Shin-chan—uhnngh—made me hard." he groaned.

"I made you hard or I'm making you hard?" He whispered demandingly.

Takao was gasping and moaning at every little movement Midorima made, teasing him with light touches of his fingers.

"Shin-chan—is—uhn—making me hard," he shouted with a moan just to get the words out.

"Good," he whispered even softer, right near Takao's ear, sending a shiver through him.

Midorima tightly wrapped his left hand around Takao's member, so much that Takao began thrusting into his hand. Takao groaned and gasped, but held just enough of his wits to cry out, "Shin-chan—your—AH—your left hand—" his body's reactions didn't allow him any more speech. He was a little in shock since that was the hand Midorima so carefully taped every finger when he wasn't practicing basketball.

"Don't worry about it," he said in a low voice, then whispered, "it's only for you."

A giant lump fixed itself in Takao's throat at hearing that. That this neurotic who'd only leave his fingers bare for basketball would allow this? Is a serious declaration from Midorima. With that thought, Takao's mind became cloudy, as all he could be aware of was Midorima's arms holding him tightly, feeling him all over, and the warm pressure of Midorima's front press firmly against his back.

Midorima jerked his hand faster and faster, both of them were panting loudly, but only Takao cried out, managing half-spoken yes's and more's as he reveled in Midorima's touch. As he reached his climax he whispered 'shin-chan' over and over with a broken voice.

They were both awkward around each other the next day. Midorima might have been fine if Takao didn't blush and look away every time they made eye contact, and that reaction of Takao's always made his cheeks go red.

That evening, after practice, just after the rest of the team left, when Takao usually always stayed until Midorima was done shooting threes, he said he was leaving. He tried to quickly and quietly scoot out of there. Midorima was across the court when Takao got to the door but the moment he tried to open it, Midorima immediately pushed it closed from behind him. In a matter of mere seconds he'd made it all the way across the gym. Takao's heart was beating rapidly, and he suddenly couldn't swallow any more or feel his feet on the ground.

"What are you doing?" Midorima asked plainly, not a single change in his demeanor with the way he always spoke.

"Shi—shin-chan. I didn't see you behind me."

"Baka," he said, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

It didn't take much to get Takao to stay. He was embarrassed but he didn't regret anything. He just didn't know how to handle it. With the discussion on this topic already, they quickly had a repeat of the previous night. Takao let Midorima run his hands over every inch of him, and proceed to get him off.

This quickly became a routine of theirs to have these sexual encounters after Midorima finished practicing his threes, long after official practice. Both of them had parents and siblings at their houses, so they really didn't have an option outside of school.

During school and practice their behavior didn't change much. Takao found it harder to tease Midorima because his head would sometimes get all fuzzy. When Takao did fire teases his way, their exchange was a little different. Midorima would still have his second of being pissed, and yelling Takao's name, but after everyone around them looked away, Takao would always find a small smile directed at him. Maybe that was one of the reasons it was harder to tease Midorima these days. It had always been for his reaction.

If Midorima let his mind wander at any time, whenever he regained his senses he'd always realize he'd been staring at Takao. None of Takao's teasing bothered him anymore. He let out his little seemingly snap reactions because he knew that's what Takao was after, and it always made him smile to see Takao laughing.

They'd been fooling around almost every day over the last couple weeks, but they had still stayed in the realm of getting each other off, nothing further.

Like all the other nights it always started with Takao in Midorima's arms.

"Wa—wait Shin-chan."

"You don't want to?" he asked as he kissed Takao's neck, knowing full well that Takao wanted to.

He gasped and moaned from Midorima's teasing his neck. Midorima's expert hands slid up Takao's shirt, tickling his skin, making him shudder. Even with layers of clothes between them, Midorima holding him tightly, he could feel Midorima, hard, pressing against his ass. It felt like a tease.

"I—more," he stuttered.

"What was that?" Midorima asked, having heard him quite clearly, and knowing precisely what he meant.

"Shin—Shin-chan. I wanngh—want—" every falter in Takao's words spurred Midorima on, to know it was him reducing Takao to this. "—Sh—unhuh—Shin-chan in—" Takao then squeaked, reaching a higher octave than Midorima knew his voice could go. "—innnnsss—INside—mngh" He rolled his head back, leaning as far back against Midorima's shoulder as he could, and started gasping.

"Is that really what you want?" Midorima whispered huskily in Takao's ear, making him shiver all over.

Takao's face was all red, and he looked down at the floor, wide-eyed, knowing Midorima's eyes were on him. He ever so slightly nodded his head once. He couldn't muster any other words or actions. That was all Midorima needed.

Unable to keep off each other they continued their sloppy kisses, and awkwardly tried to move in the direction of the locker room, but the height difference made it difficult.

"Enough," Midorima muttered between kisses as he suddenly picked Takao up.

"Eh?! Shin-cha—" Midorima cut him off with a deep kiss.

Once in the locker room, Midorima pushed Takao down on one of the benches and lay on top of him, still running his hands all over him. He started fiercely kissing Takao who immediately opened up, letting their tongues collide as they began to taste each other, reveling in the vibrations they gave off, moaning into each other's mouths.

Though they were in the heat of the moment, when it came to getting inside Takao, Midorima was careful and slow. He was eager, but didn't want Takao to experience any pain.

Takao noticed this, and weakly said "I can deal with the pain as long as it's Shin-chan." And Midorima came down in another forceful kiss. Takao wrapped his hands around the back of Midorima's head and pulled him into a deeper kiss.

Midorima slid deeper and deeper inside Takao until he couldn't go any farther. "AH!" Takao cried out with a mix of pleasure and pain, breaking the kiss he could no longer sustain. Hearing how his voice echoed, his eyes went wide he instantly covered his mouth with his hand to try to muffle it from then on.

"Let your voice out," Midorima murmured. "Everyone's gone. Be loud—" he leaned in so he was right next to Takao's ear, "—for me." The low whisper against his ear, made Takao shudder.

For a while the room was full of nothing but Takao's unrepressed cries, occasionally with the barely discernable "SHIN-CHAN" mixed in.

"How do I feel—" Midorima asked in a low teasing voice, as he slowly and steadily rolled his hips, thrusting into Takao again and again "—now that I'm deep inside you?"

Takao's gasps and moans and panting all ran together. He surely could've come up with a teasing reply to Midorima if his entire body wasn't on fire, burning in every place Midorima touched.

"I asked how do I feel?" he demanded in a deep whisper.

All the feelings shooting through his nerves, and his mind completely empty, Takao cried out"Ngh—feel full of—full of Shin-chan."

Midorima smirked at that answer. Everything Takao said and did, just made him want more of him.

Midorima kissed him again, sliding his tongue in again to explore, as he started speeding up his thrusts. Takao's cries were beyond words. Midorima gasped over and over again, "Takao," until he too was crying out with Takao, as they each climaxed.

They lay on the bench for a long time, catching their breath and starting to feel cold from all the sweat. Even though Midorima was greater in stature, Takao didn't feel crushed at all with him still on top of him.

Once they finally caught their breaths, though their hearts were still racing, Midorima asked in a cracked voice, "Are you alright?"

"Heh, I'll be fine," he said a little strained. Midorima was laying on him putting pressure on his chest after all.

"Takao—" Midorima said, clearly he found the response he received less than convincing.

Takao took a deep breath, "I'm happy," he said, still sounding worn. He wrapped his arms around Midorima in a gentle embrace. "I'm happy I was with Shin-chan."

Midorima smiled and rested his head at the crook of Takao's neck. "And I'm happy I was with you—Kazunari." Takao jolted a bit at the sound of his name, and his face went red again.

"Shin-chan isn't fair."

:3