Warning: Frank discussions about sexual identity. A whole lot of headcanons thrown around, too. If you see "queer" as a slur, you are warned that I do not consider it such. If that ain't your thing, it cool. Just, you know, bye Felicia? Enjoy the sappy, hilarious sex ahead if you stay!
In a nylon booth with the smell of hot grease and fried potatoes saturating the air, a small group of friends sans any and all romantic partners chatted loudly and unashamedly. Of the five, only one wasn't Enma, and her purple and yellow track jacket stood out starkly among the faded white and blue of the restaurant. Mamori handed out each order from the tray, shaking her head over Monta and Suzuna's portions. Both had ordered two full meals a piece. Monta was inhaling the first pack of fries before everything was passed out, his eyes on Suzuna as she gushed in a sort of terrified excitement over her news.
"I can't believe I'll be graduating the same time as you, Mamo-nee! This is so exciting!" Suzuna enthused happily just before stuffing her face with hamburger and moaning in appreciation. "Do you know how long it's been since I've had a burger here? Being a cheerleader is not worth the diet."
Riku raised an eyebrow at her and said dryly, "It's not like you don't eat. The exact opposite in fact." He sipped at his soda and scrolled on his phone. By the frown on his face, he was probably reading news sites again, the loser. He grunted and choked on Pepsi when Suzuna reached around Mamori to pop him on the back of his head. Monta snickered while Sena patted Riku's back anxiously. Totally saw that one coming.
"It's still a strict diet. As the captain, I have to be an example to my squad," Suzuna retorted haughtily, then took an even bigger, vicious mouthful that had her cheeks bulging. Riku and Monta snorted quietly.
"About the graduations, though, they're not going to overlap, right?" Sena asked anxiously as he deconstructed his (gross) grilled chicken burger to add a fuckton of ketchup. In Monta's opinion, if he had to cover up the actual taste of the thing in that much ketchup, Sena should've just gone with a real burger.
Mamori gave Sena a reassuring smile. "Nope, I already made sure months ago. I bothered the administration office since spring semester started and they gave me dates before summer break"
"Yeah, waddn't Emma da thlackerth?" Monta lisped around an obscene amount of fries and burger in his mouth.
Suzuna wrinkled her nose and nodded with an eyeroll. (Not at Monta's manners, which she'd given up on while they were dating, and since she was just as bad half the time.) She slurped at her Sprite and informed them, "I finally got the dates for graduation and Enma's is actually sooner. Just by two days."
"The squad won't be the same without you," Riku told her with a sincere smile on his face. He definitely made up for the earlier comment; Suzuna blushed and scowled in equal measure, flapping her hand erratically.
"None of that sappy stuff!" she exclaimed, her obviously pleased tone belying her words.
"No, Riku-kun is right," Sena jumped in, grinning gratefully at Riku, then turning back to her. "I can't imagine playing without you in the squad cheering us on. You've been such a major part of amefuto for me."
"Yeah, why you gotta leave us, Suzu?" Monta chipped in after a painful swallow.
By now, her face was tomato-red and expression flustered. Next to her, Mamori wasn't even trying to hide her smile. Suzuna's schoolmates grinned at her unrepentantly as she sputtered, enjoying the good-natured torment. It wasn't often they turned the tables on her. Not often meaning "almost never". Of course, Mother Mamori did finally interrupt, arm around Suzuna's shoulder and giving her a little squeeze.
"Stop that, boys. You'll make her feel guilty. I'm so proud of you for finishing your course, Suzuna. You're going to be a great nurse."
Suzuna sputtered even harder, hands pressing to her hot cheeks and her eyes on the table. "N-No, I- I'll try?!"
"You're gonna have a real job before any of us!" Monta added, none too enviously. He couldn't wait to finish school and get drafted for the NFL. The sooner, the better.
"Th-thanks, everyone. I'm gonna miss it, too. But I'll be in the stands every game. No way could I give it up completely," Suzuna's eyes were actually shining- with excitement or tears or both. "Now please shut up," she pleaded desperately. They all laughed, the moment not ruined but definitely made lighter.
"Dude, no way we'll make you sit way up there," Monta protested as he started shoveling in the last of his fries.
"Right! You can sit on the bench with us! You don't need a uniform to be our team. Just like in high school," Sena agreed- earnest and genuine in a way only he could.
"Sena," Suzuna said with a special smile shared between them.
"Who are you kiddin', Taki? You know you would've been on the bench before half time anyway," Riku called her out with a smirk. Suzuna shrugged and nodded.
"Yeah, probably." They laughed again and fell into eating a bit more.
Sena broke the brief respite with a question to Mamori, "What about you, Mamori-neechan? Aren't you looking into kindergartens? That place you did your practicum offered you a position, didn't it?"
"Um, well, yes," Mamori hedged, tucking her hair behind her ear and looking suddenly very shifty. And very invested in her salad. Suzuna's antenna twitched as her shiny eyes went gleamy.
"This sounds juicy. Tell me, tell me!"
"Tell us!" Monta corrected, leaning forward with both hands on the table.
"If it's anything like Musashi's plan…" Riku trailed off suggestively. Suzuna ooohed as Mamori flinched guiltily and with some surprise.
"Musashi-san? When did you last see Musashi-san?" Sena asked incredulously. Riku jerked his shoulder nonchalantly.
"At Kid's." The duh was implied.
"Who cares!?" Suzuna and Monta shouted together.
"What's going on, Mamo-nee?" Suzuna finished, eager and leaning into Mamori's side.
Mamori smiled somewhat bashfully, hands lifting and falling helplessly. "I got accepted to a grad school. In New York."
"NEW YORK?" All the others but Riku yelped in various stages of surprise and delight.
"I still haven't replied," she added quickly, sweat beaded her forehead and temples. "I… I think I'm going to. Go, I mean. At least for a Master's in Ed. I may not stay, but…"
"That's so amazing! Why didn't you tell us?" Suzuna reprimanded, arms around one of Mamori's.
"I didn't even know you applied, Mamori-neechan," Sena said, looking proud and a little disappointed.
Mamori smiled down at Suzuna before clapping her hands together and smile-grimacing apologetically towards Sena. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't sure if I would get accepted. I wasn't even sure I wanted to go."
"You gotta go! We'll all be in America together then!" Monta argued, eyes shining excitedly.
"Idiot. Suzu and I won't be going to America," Riku reminded him with an unimpressed eye roll. Monta groaned in response.
"Well, okay, except for you guys. But a whole bunch of us are gonna get drafted. It'll be great if you could be there, too, Mamo-nee!"
"Thank you, Monta. I'll try my best. There's still a lot to consider…"
Sena spoke up again, frowning slightly. "But what about Musashi-san? If you and Hiruma-san go, is Musashi-san going, too?"
The three ex-Deimon shorties looked between Mamori and Riku expectantly. Riku gestured for the actual partner to answer and Mamori sighed slightly.
"He might be going to America for the first year, maybe two. There's a construction company that's based in New York that Youichi got Gen an internship at. Gen was furious at first, but when we found out I got accepted to Columbia, he calmed down a little. He knows Youichi was just looking out for him. We're both unsure if we're going to go, but…there's a reason Youichi pushed for that internship and refused to apologize for going behind Gen's back. Even if he refuses to actually admit it," Mamori said, shaking her head with a despairing sort of fondness.
Monta and Sena exchanged looks. By the looks of it, Sena was just as covered in goosebumps and weirded out by the Youichis and Gens as Monta was. Thank goodness. Best bros for life, for reals.
"From what I heard at Kid's, Musashi's gunning for a yes. Something about that grad school you got accepted in being the best of the best and Hiruma already being scouted by a bunch of teams. You might as well start packing now."
Mamori huffed, but a smile lingered around her mouth even as she took another bite of salad.
"Oh my gosh, this just all so amazing! I'm going to be a nurse, Mamo-nee's going to New York with her two husbands-" Mamori choked on lettuce, "and you three losers will be dominating the Rice Bowl next year. Sena basically asked for Seiju-kun's hand in marriage-" "What- no, I didn't!" "-don't interrupt, Sena. That's so rude." Suzuna said primly. Sena slid down the booth and covered his flaming face with both hands. "And Monta's gay now, with Taka! Poor Riku and I need to get our love life on track to keep up! At least the rest of our life is looking up," Suzuna said with a teasing glance at Riku. The narrow-eyed glare he sent Suzuna's way looked a whole lot more heated than the joke warranted. Sena patted Riku's shoulder comfortingly.
"You'll find someone eventually. Don't worry, Riku-kun."
Riku stared at Sena's profile, but just shook his head and stabbed savagely at his own salad. Suzuna winced ruefully at him.
"Hey, wait," Monta interjected with a baffled frown and the food in his mouth shoved to one side. "'m not gay."
Suzuna blinked at him before a lightbulb went off. "Oh, bisexual? That makes more sense. Sorry, I was mostly joking. I didn't mean to offend-"
"Offend? No. I'm not- Suzuna, I'm not bi. I'm straight, I think?" Monta trailed off, looking up and away and frowning in confusion. "Yeah, still like boobs. Pretty straight."
"Uh, news flash. You have a boyfriend, man. For more than a month," Riku replied dryly.
"Yeah, actually, about that. Do you think it's too soon for sex? Cuz I really wanna have sex," Monta groaned, slumping over the table. Around him, every single one of his friends choked or sprayed over the table whatever was in their mouths.
"Oh, God, no- What is this hell? Please, for the love of God, no," Riku begged, dropping his face in his hands in anguish.
"What, but you just said you're straight!" Suzuna barely managed to whisper-shout, rubbing at her mouth with her wrist.
"This isn't the place for this conversation!" Mamori and Sena both protested at the same time.
"C'mon, this is friend time. Friends help friends get laid. Please, holy shit, please help me. I have no game. Right, Suzu? Zero game is my name. And Taka is hotter than burning. How do I seduce Honjou Taka?" Monta whined miserably. Riku made a small pained sound against his hands.
"I'm still on the straight thing!" Suzuna exclaimed.
"What about it?" Monta asked, baffled.
"You're not exactly straight if you're dating a man and wanting to- um, sleep with him," Sena pointed out diplomatically. Monta blinked in astonishment.
"Oh, yeah, I guess you're right."
"You think?" Riku snapped. Monta flipped him off with a sneer. Riku returned the gesture and the sneer.
"Maybe you're bi, Monta. We could maybe go back to your place for this talk?" Mamori suggested with a wistful glance towards the door.
"No way, it's like five stops away. And I don't think I'm bi," Monta disagreed.
"If you're attracted to girls and boys, that's what bi is," Suzuna sighed in exasperation. Monta frowned and shook his head.
"But I'm not. It's just Taka. I think? I guess I kinda notice guys like that a little more, but not really? Like, 'nice guns, bro', but then I just think about Taka's guns and I get hot and bothered. I don't get the same hard-up for other dudes at the gym," he told them. "Maybe Taka's just too hot. I mean, no one is as good-looking as Taka. I'm freakin' lucky as hell."
While Suzuna nodded thoughtfully, the other three sort of grimaced. Each of them had their own bias for who they thought was hotter, but at the same time, couldn't disagree that Taka was the prettiest dude objectively most of them have met.
"If you had to go gay for someone, at least you picked a good one," Riku allowed, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest.
"Still not gay, asshole."
"You don't-" Sena broke off and fidgeted in his chair uncomfortably. He looked up to see everyone's expectant faces and winced. "I'm not… I'm not really good at this. Maybe Ems or Tanny would be better to explain it, but when I was in Notre Dame, in the GSA, there were a lot of different kinds of people. A lot of them didn't like being labelled as gay or straight, they didn't even like bi. There's pan and ace and demi and grey, all kinds of confusing labels. But that was kinda their problem? It was just a whole lot of labels and being put into more boxes just to be accepted by someone. A lot them just called themselves 'queer'."
Mamori gasped, hand over her mouth. "Isn't that a very offensive term in America!?" she asked in shock. Sena hesitated, but shook his head.
"Not always. A lot of them preferred it, because of the lack of label. They weren't just one or another, they were just queer. Something about 'taking the word back' or something. I didn't quite understand, but Tanny calls herself queer, even though she's only ever dated women."
Monta scrunched his nose and scratched at his cheek. "I guess I like it, too. Sure. I like girls, I really like girls, but I like Taka more. So I'm straight, but I've got a boyfriend. I guess I'm just queer."
Suzuna tilted her head, then shrugged and lifted her hands in the air. "All right. Whatever makes you happy, Monta."
"Can we get back to the important part? The part where you tell me how to get in Taka's pants? Cuz I really need help. I'm gonna explode if I have to wait anymore."
"No, let's go back to the labelling crap. Tell us more about the labels, Sena. It'll make his head explode and the conversation will die with him," Riku asked Sena, who pulled a lopsided and awkward face- not quite a smile, not quite a grimace. Monta shoved Riku into Sena's side roughly, making them laugh shortly.
"Shut the hell up and help." When Riku opened his mouth, obviously to sass, Monta glared warningly.
"He's attracted to you… right?" Sena prompted slowly. Riku shot him a betrayed look and Sena smiled in apology.
"Yeah, we definitely cleared that up! We make out all the time, and it's really rad, don't get me wrong, but he always stops it before even a shirt comes off. He ain't a prude, so what's the deal?" Monta grumbled, foot tapping on the ground loudly.
"Maybe he thinks you're the prude. You did date all of this," Suzuna gestured to herself and winked, making Monta bark out a laugh, "but we never had sex. Not all the way."
Monta twisted up his mouth and scowled. "Ya think?"
"That's what happened with me 'n Seijuuro," Sena pointed out.
"Yeah, but neither of you made it clear you wanted it. It's kinda impossible for me to subtle about it. I think I humped his leg once. It was humiliating and really hot at the same time," Monta sighed. He blushed and glared as the girls giggled. "Ha ha."
"If he likes you, which he does, and he's attracted to you, which he is, you don't need some grand seduction scheme, Monta," Mamori finally weighed in with a smile. "Just tell him you want to, what you want to do specifically might help."
"Ooooh, yeah, it's almost like dirty talk that way while clearing up the air!" Suzuna agreed excitedly.
"Please, don't-" Riku whispered, eyes rolling heavenward just as Monta did ask,
"What do I want?"
"Fuck my life. Dude, do you want to top or bottom? Or do you not wanna do anal at all? Those are the questions you need to ask and answer right now and if you fuck around about it, I'll punch you."
Monta squinted at Riku. "You were a lot nicer to Sena about this."
"I like Sena more. Duh. Now, answer the questions."
Mamori and Suzuna were laughing helplessly at this point, leaning against each other to hold each other up. While Sena sat between Monta and Riku looking like he regretted his seating choice immensely.
"I think I wanna try. Going all the way. It's good… right?" he directed that at Sena. Who blanched bone-white and shook his head wildly.
"I do not talk about the details of my sex life!" he hissed desperately. Monta gave him puppy eyes, just as desperate. With a quiet groan, Sena rubbed his face and leaned forward. Everyone else did (Mamori and Suzuna had been bothered him for details for years, so they were just as eager as Monta at that point. Riku looked interested despite himself.) so they could hear his lowered voice. "Fine, but this stays here, with us, got it?"
Heads nodded. He sighed again.
"I bottom. A lot. Cuz I like it. When it's done right, it's really good. I'll give you what you need if you want to try it, but topping might be easier for you the first time and it's just as good." Sena paused and scrunched his nose. "Well, Seijuuro says that. But I prefer bottoming."
"Wait, Shin lets you top?" Monta whispered hoarsely.
Sena gave him a look. Probably the most judgmental face he'd ever seen Sena make. "Yes. We switch up what we do pretty regularly. Since I have a preference, and I tend to have more… um… sexual drive than Seijuuro, I tend to lead the direction." Everyone stared at him. His face flushed red. "Please, stop staring. It's not exactly flattering what I think your opinion of me is now."
"No, no, I kinda suspected it this whole time," Suzuna breathed out, antenna twitching and cheeks pink. "But now it's confirmed and this is the best."
"What she said," Riku agreed with a jerk of his chin towards Suzuna. "Except for that last part."
"I think it's great how open you two have been about sex with each other!" Mamori said, impressed, hands clasped in front of her mouth and face just as red at Sena's. "I just didn't think you'd ever tell details. I can't stop picturing it now."
"Oh, God. Please, stop picturing it!" Sena moaned, hiding his face in his hands.
"I will never stop picturing it," Suzuna said with a beaming, dreamy smile on her face.
"That's just weird. Stop that," Riku retorted, tossing his empty cup at Suzuna's face. A small war of cups and trash between the two began, but the other three ignored them.
"So… it's not…weird? Topping? Even though he's taller and… uh, bigger than you?" Monta asked at last, throat and mouth feeling dry.
Mamori and Sena gave him empathetic smiles. "You've been worried about that, haven't you?" she asked kindly. Monta dropped his gaze to the table and pouted irritably. "You don't have to do a certain thing because you feel like it's expected of you. Just like you don't like those straight or gay labels. You don't need a label in bed because of how you and Taka-kun look."
"You never know, Honjou-san could prefer bottoming. It has nothing to do with someone's size, or even their personality. Besides, if he cares about you, he'll take how you feel about it in consideration," Sena said firmly.
Monta nodded slowly and then released a huge sigh of relief. "Thanks, guys. I've wanted to have sex for, like, weeks. Since before me n' Tak even started dating. But I was kinda waiting on him for cues, yanno? What am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to want to do?"
"And maybe Honjou-san picked up on that. Like Seijuuro did. They're both really smart," Sena noted with a wry smile. Monta snorted loudly.
"How did we both end up dating super tall, rich, smart dudes? Thank God we didn't fall for the same tall, rich, smart dude. I woulda had t'kill you if you'd moved in on Taka," Monta joked, the following laugh a little sharp. Sena laughed edgily, unsure just how serious that last comment was.
"Now that this is over, can we leave? I need to shoot up some aliens until this conversation is drowned out of my brain," Riku asked, gathering up the mess he and Suzuna had made.
"I missed the ending 'cuz of you. The first round is us and I'm gonna kick your butt," Suzuna warned.
"Yeah, let's get going," Mamori agreed thankfully, helping the cleanup.
"I, uh…I'm gonna nix the alien shooting. I'm gonna head to Tak's," Monta said, uncertain at first, but confident by the end of his statement.
Sena gaped at him. "Right now? Right now?"
"Yeah, right now." Monta slapped his hands to his cheeks and an exhaled gustily. "Before I lose my nerve. Just tell him what I want. Then, just start taking my clothes off. That'll work, right?"
Suzuna squeaked as she tried to keep in her laughter. "Y-Yes, th-that's g-g-good."
"Please, just leave." Riku rubbed his forehead.
"Fuck you, bro," Monta said absently, already scrambling out of the booth and digging in his pants for his phone. "Wish me luck, guys!" he called out, waving his phone at them and booking it out the restaurant.
All four of them burst into laughter, collapsing onto the table. Actual tears were in Suzuna's eyes and her laughter turned high-pitched and hyena-like.
"P-Poor T-Takkachin," she wheezed.
"He'll have no idea what hit him," Mamori gasped, wiping at her own eyes.
"Y-You d-did this. This is your fault, Sena, Mamo-nee," Riku scolded between chuckles.
Sena barely managed to collect himself to ask, "Should we warn Honjou-san?"
They shared another look, and burst into fresh gales of laughter.
"He b-better t-tell me everything," Suzuna gasped.
…
Monta threw up his hands in frustration, groaning loud and angrily. "C'mon, dude, dude, just let me up! You know me by now! I come here all the friggin' time!"
"Hey, Monta! What up?" shouted a few guys walking past towards the staircases.
Monta gestured towards the group of students with an incredulous expression on his face. "THEY KNOW ME!"
The desk attendant just looked at him, unimpressed and unswayed. "If he's not here to buzz you up, you can't go up, Taro-san."
Monta slumped over the desk and scattered pens and papers heedlessly. "Oh, God, not Taro-san. Monta, my name is Monta," he whined, ignoring the attendant's poisonous glares because of the mess.
"Raimon?"
He jerked upright, grinning in relief. "HA! Sucker, he's here," he snapped at the desk clerk, flipping him the bird. The man at the desk adjusted his glasses and shrugged. Monta scowled and stomped his way to where Taka was standing at the front doors.
"I wasn't expecting you for a few hours. I got a text from Tanaka saying you were harassing him again," Taka said questioningly, eyebrow high as he tugged the strap of his gym bag more securely on his shoulder. His damp hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, like it normally was after a gym shower until he could get to his dorm and blow dry it. (Monta may or may not have been absolutely fascinated by the whole process the first time. He was hoping to help eventually, but Taka was really finicky about his hair.)
"Dude, if anyone's harassed, it's me," Monta grumbled. They headed towards the staircase to make it up to Taka's room.
"You didn't say why you came so early? I thought it was a friend-date day. No boyfriends or girlfriends allowed?" Taka asked again, a little perplexed. Monta had been pretty pumped about it (mainly the fact he had a boyfriend to uninvite in the first place. He'd been really proud of that).
"I have a mission," Monta told him fiercely, hand in a clenched fist in front of him.
Taka stared at him. "Do you care to elaborate?" he asked a long moment later.
Monta rubbed his nose and carefully didn't look Taka's way. He'd blurt it out right there in the stairway and he could just see his friends shaking their heads at him. "Uh, yeah, but maybe once we get to your room. How much you'd lift today?"
Taka looked even more confused, but let Monta lead him into a talk about his work out and how practice had been going. The entire trek up the stairs, Monta was fidgeting. Hands tapping on the railing, hopping up two or three stairs, just to jump back down to Taka, catching the toes of his sneakers on the stairs and cussing loud enough to echo in the small confined space of the stairwell. Taka threw him look after look, but Monta just laughed him off and changed the subject again. When they got to the dorm, Monta couldn't keep his hands still and his mouth was pressed into a line so flat the skin around his lips was white. Taka was answering something about… something- fuck, what were they talking about? Monta rubbed the back of his neck, glaring towards the ground and trying not to cuss again.
The door opened at last and Monta barely heard the thump of the duffel bag being dumped on the floor at the foot of the bed.
"So, what's this-" Taka turned to see Monta closing and locking the door at his back, eyes still on the ground. "Raimon?"
Gritting his teeth and sucking up the nerve, Monta reached out and grasped Taka's track suit blazer in both hands and yanked him forward. Only quick reflexes honed over years of dedicated practice prevented them from slamming face first in a collision. Taka's hands slapped against the door on either side of Monta's shoulders to hold him up and his wide eyes meeting Monta's flashing ones just before Monta leaned up into a kiss.
They had gotten really good at this- kissing each other they way they both liked it. Monta had no idea that people could like different ways of kissing, that you could kiss differently, or even that people could have kissing preferences, until he'd started dating Taka and it felt like he'd had to re-learn everything. However, he hadn't been exaggerating when he said they made out a lot. They'd gotten to a good rhythm within a coupla days, to be honest. Monta was no quitter and Taka was just good at everything. The bewildered tension in Taka's body disappeared and Monta would've fistpumped in triumph the moment Taka stepped into his space and pressed their bodies as close together as possible- he didn't though because Taka probably would've stopped kissing him on principle. Which would be very counter-productive to the 'Seduce Taka' plan going on. Monta smoothed his hands up Taka's chest, mouth parting wider and pulse racing as his hands slid up the back of Taka's neck.
With an annoyed grumble, Monta wrenched his mouth away and glared over Taka's shoulder. "Yer hair. Take it down. I can't, I'll yank it or something," Monta demanded with a scowl. Yeah, Taka looked hot with his hair up, but no way was he not gonna bury his hands in Taka's hair in a make-out sesh. Oh hell no.
Taka huffed and rocked back onto his heels to stand properly and loosen his hair.
"What's gotten into you?" Taka asked as he did something complicated out of Monta's sight just before his silver hair cascaded down.
Hell yeah.
"Huh? Oh, right." Monta sank his hands into Taka's hair eagerly and pulled him back down, this time with Taka bending willingly and his hands on Monta's hips. "We should have sex."
Taka froze, the grip of his hands suddenly slack and his mouth- still puffy and pink from the kiss- fell open in astonishment. "Excuse me."
Monta rolled his eyes and ignored the heat burning his ears and neck. "I said we should have sex. I really really want to have sex with you. If you were worried about that," he added with a suspicious squint at Taka's gobsmacked face. "I dunno if I want you to fuck me, like, I dunno what I gotta do for that, but we could- if you wanna… I would… I would top the shit outta you if that's cool," Monta blurted out in rush.
Taka covered his face with his hand as his shoulders shook. "I- I would be… cool with that," he choked out.
"That kinda sounds like you're laughing at me, bro. Suzuna said being honest would be sexy. What a fucking liar, I'm gonna kill her."
"Don't- Don't ask to fuck me in one breath and call me bro the next, Raimon. It's too no homo for me."
"Yeah, good point," Monta agreed- for once.
"If you're sure, I… I am not opposed to moving faster," Taka said, almost too formally. Monta made a 'what the fuck' face at him.
"Dude, what? Are you sure? You don't sound really into it," Monta argued, pulling his hands away and trying to step back, just to hit the door with his heel.
"No, it's not-" Taka exhaled heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's not that. I was just worried about moving too fast. You still call yourself straight and were really confused about it all. I didn't want to… scare you away, I suppose."
Monta deadpanned with an impressively unimpressed face. "What, you thought your dick was gonna scare me off? You have a real high opinion of your dick, Tak."
"Oh, God, Raimon," Taka finally broke, his head thumping onto Monta's shoulder as he burst into pained laughter. Monta groaned in aggravation.
"This is not making the mood sexy. Stop fucking- are you laughing harder? Damn it, Tak! I'm serious! One of us is gettin' fucked today."
Taka's hand returned to Monta's hip, just so he could hold himself up with both hands as he collapsed against Monta breathless with laughter. Monta thunked the back of his head against the door and whined.
"Just… one moment," Taka gasped. Monta's face heated beet-red when Taka's lips brushed the side of his side in a sweet, chaste kiss. Shivers ran down Monta's spine at the action- mostly because of the cheese of it.
"Taka…"
"I'm fine. I'm fine. I'll handle the receiving this time. You can't just go for it whenever you want," Taka told him, straightening and brushing his lips over Monta's temple. Monta snaked his arms around Taka's neck again just in time for their eyes to meet.
"Does that mean… you're ready to go for it?" Monta asked, puzzled and frowning.
Taka actually looked away, embarrassment on his features. "I thought I had some time before you came over. I tend to use that time wisely these past few days."
Monta stared at him, face scrunched up. "The fuck does that mean?"
"I was rather sexually active before we started dating. I haven't… not since you came to visit Osaka."
Monta gaped. "You- You've been jacking off before I come over? Are you kidding me?!"
"Yes, sometimes." Taka sighed. "Other times, it requires more preparation and equipment. Today was going to be one such day."
Monta hadn't felt this confused and turned on at the same time in his life. Okay, well, actually, that first morning boner in Osaka might still win out, but it was pretty close. "What the hel-? Oh. Oh." His eyes about popped out of his head when it clicked.
"Yes, Raimon," Taka said dryly.
"That's probably the hottest thing ever," Monta exhaled shakily. Taka's smirk was wry.
"I'm glad you think so. This would become awkward quickly if not."
"Okay, shhh, dude, I'm imagining it. Don't ruin this," Monta muttered, eyes glassy and distant.
Taka scoffed in amusement. "You realize you don't need to imagine it."
Monta swallowed hard and he could already feel his pants getting tighter. Crapcrapcrap, he was about to have sex, with Taka, and he had no idea what to do next. He'd been in this situation before, he'd gotten to third base before; he was a virgin, but not a newb, damn it. Taka ended the panic before it began with a fierce, hard kiss that Monta eagerly lurched into. As in- threw himself at Taka, hands burying his hair and deepening the kiss enthusiastically. Taka's arms wrapped around his waist, hauling him onto the balls of his feet, as Monta licked into Taka's mouth. Tongues twined and slipped over lips and the edges of teeth. The low, shuddering sigh Taka made when Monta twisted his hands in his hair and pulled just right had Monta's hips arching forward. There wasn't quite the friction he wanted, just his jeans rubbing over his dick, and suddenly standing was shitty. Really shitty. They needed to get horizontal now.
They stumbled towards the bed, Taka walking backwards easily and Monta uncoordinated as fuck, especially with his attention divided by tugging off the track blazer. Taka's knees hit the mattress with an 'oof' into Monta's mouth and the blazer was flung off to the side victoriously. Monta pulled away just long enough to 'help' Taka flop to the bed, then he clambered onto Taka's lap a second later, hands going for the hem of Taka's shirt.
"You don't have to-" Taka paused as his shirt was torn over his head, "move so quickly." Monta snorted roughly and tossed the shirt (probably) somewhere near the blazer.
"Yeah, right," Monta muttered, tearing his own shirt off and throwing it aside.
Taka tipped back his head and curled his hand around the back of Monta's neck, pulling him down into a lingering, mind-numbing kiss that had Monta's toes curling in his shoes. Cool hands stroking up his back and his own hands, hot and hopefully not clammy, smoothed down Taka's chest. Taka was less hairy than Monta, who had a patch of chest hair narrowing down the center of his belly to disappear under the waist of his boxers that were peeking out the top of his jeans. Monta had been very proud of the chest hair, but Taka looked so friggin' good without it. He also liked this position of Taka being under him, getting his fill from a different angle than usual as he knelt over Taka's lap. His mouth trailed down Taka's jawline, to his throat, where Monta scraped his teeth over smooth skin and sucked lightly. Taka's hands were cupping his ass and pulling him down, the pressure making them moan low and hoarse. Monta rocked down again, one hand in Taka's hair and tugging and the other gripping Taka's shoulder tightly. Taka didn't seem to notice, just used his hands on Monta's ass to guide him, keeping him from moving too fast, too hard, even as Monta shuddered and panted between biting kisses down Taka's neck.
His axis was tilting and Monta grunted at the impact of his hand to the mattress and his chest to Taka's under him. He pushed himself up, arm muscles tensing, and glared half-lidded and pupils-wide down at Taka's smirking flushed face.
"Warn a guy," Monta complained, shifting the weight on his knees and hissing at the scrape of his zipper on his aching erection.
"I'll do my best," Taka replied absently.
His gaze was locked on his hands tracing the line of dark hair on Monta's belly, though, and his feet were kicking off his shoes. Monta hurried to do the same, leaning side to side to drag each sneaker off with his toes. With a mental fuck you to the socks, Monta sat back up to fumble at the button and zipper of his jeans. Taka shifted to his elbows, wild mussy hair sliding over his shoulder and the muscles in his arms looking like something airbrushed in a magazine.
"Again, you can slow down. I'm not changing my mind."
"You better not," Monta squawked in outrage at the words even being said aloud, his glare furious. Taka rolled his eyes and huffed a laugh. "Okay, so, that come out douchey. We can stop if you're not sure, but I am so fucking sure right now," Monta exclaimed, dragging his hands through his hair.
He blinked and stared down at his pants while Taka patiently finished where Monta hadn't been able to with his all-thumbs-problem.
"I'm very sure about this. But the first time tends to be… lackluster. Don't put so much pressure on yourself to get it over with," Taka said, tugging down Monta's pants just far enough to drag his thumbs over Monta's hipbones and taking the too big boxers down with the movement. Monta felt strangled by cloth pinning down his cock that was already making a damp, gross mess in his boxers.
Monta's brows came down, eyes serious and dark, the muscle in his taut jaw jumping. "Tak, I don't wanna get it over with, I just wanna do it. Stop being so worried 'bout me and have fun," he ordered. Taka's eyes met his, surprised and somehow soft. He nodded once.
"Yeah, I can do that." Taka huffed fondly, combed his fingers through Monta's hair, and pulled him down for a sweet, lingering kiss that shouldn't have shook Monta that much. But it did. He was definitely shook.
"Of course, now 'm getting worried 'bout it," Monta tried to joke, laughing awkwardly and rubbing the back of his neck. "Especially with all the experience you've got and I don't. You just had to slow me down into thinking. I haven't even seen porn of this-"
"Raimon, look at me," Taka interrupted sternly. Monta raised his eyes and met the light brown gaze that was fierce and gentle at once. "There's no one else in this room with me. And having sex has never mattered this much with anyone else. Isn't it obvious yet?"
"What?" Monta muttered, shifty and red-faced at the sheer sap happening.
"It was always you. It took us awhile to get here, but I'm not going anywhere," Taka stated. Monta gulped painfully and nodded. "This is going to stick because it's you and me, got it? I was trying to avoid this, not cause it..." he tacked on wryly.
"Yeah... yeah me, too."
"So, does it matter? The experience?"
Monta frowned and then shrugged a shoulder. "Nah, I don't really care, it's just now, like this, and I feel like I'm about to jizz my pants and you're kinda stupid hot, babe."
"Ah. Babe?" Taka's eyebrow arched sardonically.
Monta flinched. "Shit, sorry, is that-"
"Much better than bro? God, yes."
Monta burst out laughing and reluctantly pulled away. "All right then. Babe's okay?"
"You could do worse, you have done worse," Taka retorted. His eyes scanned over Monta's face for a second, until the frown broke into a sly smirk. "Now are we going to pick up where we left off or..."
"Yes, yes, hell yes," Monta blurted, eagerly sinking his hands in to Taka's hair and slanting his over Taka's again. They tumbled down unto the mattress, laughing quietly before they were swept away.
...
They collapsed onto their sides, Monta's ass and one socked foot hanging off the edge of the bed so Taka could avoid his mess. Their ragged, rapid breaths echoed in the private dorm and Taka's stupid hair was fanned over Monta's sweaty, dumbstruck, and grinning face.
"I've never felt so gay in my life."
"Damn it, Raimon."
He laughed, his whole body shaking and his arms tightening around Taka's waist. "I'm starving."
"Why must you ruin the afterglow?"
"Ugh, who needs afterglow? Gimme ten minutes and we can do it again. In a new position. I like the idea of you riding me. Can we do that next?"
Taka let out a gusty sigh, rubbing a hand over his face. "Where is this energy coming from?"
"I just had sex, fucking amazing sex. You do have food, right?" Monta asked, pushing himself up to lean over Taka's shoulder and meet his eyes. Taka glared at him, then gave up with an eyeroll upwards.
"Yes, of course. In the minifridge. If you chew in my ear, I'll kick you to the floor."
"Yeah, yeah, enjoy the afterglow," Monta replied blithely, bouncing onto his feet and stretching his arms up high over his head.
He dug in the fridge- no, he didn't bother getting dressed, screw that- snagged some apples and a sports' drink, then bound his way back to the bed. Taka had already stripped the top sheet off, spread out a blanket to lie on, and stretched out on his back, so Monta shoved him over to cuddle in close. Taka huffed, but his look was fond as he turned over to see Monta staring pensively up at the ceiling and munching on an apple. Monta held out the second one, and Taka took it with a resigned smirk.
"Did you mean it?" Monta asked suddenly, eyes serious over his bulging chipmunk cheeks. Taka raised an inquiring eyebrow. "About it… being me? Always me?"
Taka turned onto his side, Monta mirroring him automatically. "Ever since we met, you've always been there. I couldn't imagine you not there. The moment our relationship changed into… something else? Yes, I knew there'd be no one else for me now."
Monta choked slightly and punched at his chest, cheeks and ears ruddy. Taka smiled affectionately if wearily. "Yeah, me, too. I mean…I think this is it for me, too," Monta confessed, thumbing at his nose and grinning bashfully.
"Honestly, I never gave any of my relationships the amount of effort I gave ours. Perhaps if you'd been gay or bi from the start we would've been here years ago." Monta squinted dubiously at that and Taka laughed. "Or perhaps not."
"I think we started just when we were supposed to. No way would I have been okay with something like this at sixteen. Or even eighteen. Shin and Sena are not the norm, bro."
"I thought you were going to stop that," Taka groaned- and not the sexy way sadly. Monta munched more of his apple and grinned widely.
"You want me to call you babe all the time? In public, too?" he asked, snickering. It died swiftly, apple gulped down too fast, as Taka was suddenly kneeling over him, hair falling around them in a curtain that had Monta's pulse ratcheting up.
"Yes. Just remember, every time you say it, I'll be thinking about you fucking me."
"Holy shit," Monta breathed. The apples fell to the floor.
But it'd been ten minutes… so... yolo?
…
Monta finally showed up home the next day, whistling, clothes rumpled and a large hickey high on his neck. Riku, Sena, and Shin all looked up from where they sat crammed on the small couch, Shin trapped in the middle and holding a game controller like someone else holds a bomb.
"Monta-kun! You're back!" Sena greeted, rather obliviously. Riku was already hiding his face in his hand.
"Hell yeah, and finally not a virgin!" he exclaimed, fist in the air. Sena was no longer oblivious and looked cornered. "Several times, actually!"
Shin squinted before, every seriously, saying, "Congratulations?"
"Thanks, man! I'mma go shower. I'll tell you all about it later!"
"… I'm going to Kid's. Bye," Riku announced as Monta stomped down the hallway.
"Does that mean we can stop playing the game?" Shin asked, a little desperately. He said game like it was a venomous animal with fangs.
"I would go with Rikku-kun if I were you, Seijuuro. You don't wanna be here when Monta-kun's done," Sena warned with a pat to Shin's shoulder. He dropped the controller and left with Riku too easily. Sena was already texting Suzuna for back up.
Monta was in the shower, sore, exhausted, and grinning dopily.
It was always gonna be them. Just them. Monta was a-okay with that future.
…
A/N: If you wanna read the original, smutty AF version it's on AO3, with the same title name and my author name is the same, though there's an underscore somewhere. Anyway. I had to mess around with things to keep that conversation about "it was always you" BUT I MANAGED IT? ISH? If you of age and interested, I definitely suggest reading the original. It... flows a lot better and is HILARIOUS.
And yes, Monta is one of those freaks of nature with boundless energy after sex. Taka THOUGHT he was sexually active before. HA.
I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS WILD RIDE. IT IS OFFICIALLY FINISHED. If you like ShinSena and aren't already reading my other much messier fic, What's It Like, MonTaka is set within that canon and will show up randomly. (Since it's not in chrono order, who knows how often or when, though. lol) Enjoy the ending to A MULTICHAP FIC! I DID IT!