Jersey

Aomine and Kasamatsu have been dating for two months. Aomine wants Kasamatsu to wear his Touou jersey top - and only the top. Things start to get heated, but they are interrupted when Aomine's parents come home.

Soft, wet lips pulled away from his and Aomine groaned from the sudden loss. He leaned back and glared down at Kasamatsu, who was seated in his lap. "So?" He asked gruffly.

Kasamatsu made a face at him and looked away, his cheeks darkening. "Why?" The raven head wanted to know exactly why Aomine wanted him to wear – that – so badly.

"If I ask nicely will you?"

"… I don't know." Kasamatsu answered, his steely-blue orbs meeting with Aomine's darker-than-normal blue eyes. He wet his lips and leaned closer to the dark skinned teenager, placing a soft kiss to his collar bone. "Just tell me why, at least."

"Because," Aomine smirked down at Kasamatsu, tilting the shorter male's head up so he could place a kiss on his nose. "I just think that you would look good wearing my uniform."

"You said top, before."

"Just the top."

"Pervert."

"Please?" Aomine asked, nuzzling his face into the crook of Kasamatsu's neck. He stuck his tongue out and licked a part of his skin before biting it slightly, enjoying the way Kasamatsu's breathe hitched. "I'll never ask you to again."

Kasamatsu scoffed, "D- Don't lie, idiot." He stuttered out, suppressing the shudder as Aomine bit down harder on his neck. Kasamatsu's grip tightened on Aomine's shirt as he glared at the headboard behind the taller teen. He thought about it before heaving a sigh, pulling away from Aomine's assault on his neck. "Fine." The steely-blue eyed teenager agreed, albeit hesitantly.

The look on his boyfriends face make Kasamatsu snort, shaking his head, "You're into some pretty interesting stuff." He muttered, pushing himself off of Aomine's lap and moving so he was standing next to the blue eyed teen's bed. "W- Where is it?"

Aomine pointed to the top drawer of his dresser, a smug look painted on his face. Kasamatsu just glared at him, threatening to smack him as he walked to the dresser. He opened the top drawer and his eyes immediately landed on the black and red jersey of Touou. 'This should go against my morals – as a member of Kaijou.' Kasamatsu thought briefly, taking just the shirt of Aomine's jersey. He closed the drawer and went into the bathroom, refusing to strip in front of Aomine.

As Kasamatsu closed the door, he could hear Aomine groan from being denied a 'strip show', as he called it, and the raven head smirked. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it his own way. Kasamatsu took his clothing off and folded them neatly, placing them on the counter, next to the sink. He held the Touou top up to his torso, staring at his reflection in the mirror and at the large number 5 printer across the front. Kasamatsu sighed and quickly slipped it on. He stared at his mirror-self and gently smoothed the wrinkles and minor folds out of the fabric, fixing it so it did not look so… odd.

'I feel like I'm wearing a dress, of sorts.' Kasamatsu thought, his eye twitching as he further inspected how the top looked on him. He took a few steps back and stood on the tips of his toes in order to see the end of the jersey shirt in the reflection. It stopped in the middle of his thighs and Kasamatsu was positive that he looked pretty ridiculous right about now.

Despite his feelings of looking dumb, he took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, deciding to brave Aomine's reaction and just go. The steel-blue eyed teenager exited the bathroom and cleared his throat when he approached Aomine, who was leaning against the headboard of his bed. Aomine looked over at him and Kasamatsu noticed the blue haired teen's eyes widen slightly. The dark skinned male quickly looked away, making Kasamatsu arch his eyebrow. "What?" He asked, wondering if he should be feeling more self-conscious than he already was.

"I- It's nothing…"

"Don't say that when you aren't even looking at me, idiot."

"Y-… You look good." Aomine muttered out, rubbing his nose in his embarrassment as his cheeks flared. That statement made Kasamatsu's own cheeks burn red as he looked away, now understanding why Aomine had also looked away – from embarrassment of blushing, like a schoolgirl.

"Oh." Kasamatsu blinked, unable to find a better response to what Aomine had said. A few moments of silence passed before Kasamatsu glanced back at Aomine, surveying the still flushed teenager. "Wha-… Sh- Should I change?" He stuttered out, not really knowing what to do at that point. He felt a bit awkward just standing there in Aomine's jersey shirt.

Aomine finally looked at him, rather quickly and shook his head. "No." He said quietly, voice heavier. "Come here for a minute, senpai."

Kasamatsu sputtered, cheeks burning full force once again, "Y- You know I hate it when you say it like that."

"I think you love it." Aomine smirked wolfishly, taking Kasamatsu's hand. He pulled the shorter male forward, twisting him in the process and ending with pinning the raven haired teenager to his bed. "I got you where I want you, senpai." He whispered, fingers gripping Kasamatsu's wrists as he leaned down and captured the third year's lips with his own.

Kasamatsu had grunted from the sudden forcefulness, but nonetheless moaned softly into the heated kiss. He turned his head and parted his lips, feeling Aomine's tongue slide against his own. They battled for dominance, although they both knew who would win in the end. Still, it was fun and it felt good.

Aomine pulled away, catching his breath before tilting his head down to suck on the weak point of Kasamatsu's neck. The older teen wriggled in his grip, trying to pull his wrists free from Aomine but Aomine kept his grip firm, not letting go. The younger male bit the wet spot on Kasamatsu's neck, smiling against the damp skin when Kasamatsu moaned breathlessly.

The dark skinned teen let go of one of Kasamatsu's wrists, using his free hand to gently touch his chest over the fabric. Aomine chuckled darkly, finding it seriously adorable the way that Kasamatsu jolted from the sudden touch. Kasamatsu tugged at Aomine's hand which was still wrapped around his wrist, wanting him to let go. Aomine gave it and let go, freeing Kasamatsu's wrist. Almost immediately, Kasamatsu reached forward and wrapped his arms around Aomine's neck, pulling him forward into another heated kiss.

While deepening the kiss, Aomine let his hand travel down Kasamatsu's body, reveling in the way Kasamatsu shivered from his feather-light touches. The basketball player's hand stopped at the end of his jersey shirt, near the middle of Kasamatsu's thigh. Slowly, he ghosted his fingers underneath and smirked when Kasamatsu's breathe hitched.

Just as he was about to wrap his hand around the older teenager, a loud knock on his door made him freeze as his blood suddenly ran cold. "Daiki?" Aomine could hear his father's gruff voice, muffled through the door. "We came home early. Is one of your friends over?"

"Y- Yeah." Aomine mentally smacked himself because of how the way his voice sounded, clear with want and need. He could practically feel his father's gaze burning through the door; however his father simply said that he and his mother would be downstairs getting dinner ready. Aomine let a breath out he had not realized he was holding and looked down at Kasamatsu, who also appeared to be frozen in place. "I think-" He never got to finish his sentence, with being sent flying off of his bed – and Kasamatsu – by a swift punch into his side.

Aomine groaned and rubbed his head which he bashed against the floor and glared up at Kasamatsu, "What's the big idea?" He asked hotly, his arousal slowly fading, unsure if it was because he was just sent flying or because of being interrupted by his own father.

"I- Idiot." Kasamatsu muttered with his glare unrelenting. "You said they wouldn't be back until midnight." He whispered loudly, pushing himself off of Aomine's bed as he walked towards the bathroom.

"That's what they said!" Aomine whispered back harshly, throwing in a shrug as if it would prove his point. The dark blue haired teen watched Kasamatsu throw a glare over his shoulder before closing the door behind him, quiet loudly. Aomine winced, and stayed quiet, thinking over what had just happened. He let a small smirk rise to his face and he fell back onto the floor, staring up at his ceiling. 'I wish my parents didn't lie about coming back late…'

Haha, omg – I was literally dying while writing this xux *grumbles* Stupid parents, interrupting them. Psh. But, honestly, AoKasa is love, AoKasa is life. xDD

~WinterAssassin~