He was lying in his bed staring up at the ceiling. He found comfort in lounging in a simple white tee and his boxer briefs. The summer had arrived not too long ago but was now at the peak.
It felt like they were sent on mission after mission recently. Of course there was never an end to the curses that appeared and tore away from the peace. Inumaki Toge let out a soft sigh and turned to his side, his eyes trailing to the corkboard at his desk.
More specifically a picture that hung up from his first year. His white hair was in contrast to his friend next to him. Yuta Okkotsu hadn't been away that long but there were times that it felt like an eternity.
They worked well together and Inumaki felt the most comfort when he was beside Yuta. There was a fondness that he could never find with anyone else.
Inumaki found his eyes drifting closed and becoming aware of his warm hand residing on his exposed hip. His shirt must have risen up when he turned in the bed. Absent-mindedly he starts to gently move his thumb over his hip bone.
They used to watch movies together. At first it was in a common area but at some point they'd end up back in one of their dorm rooms watching from a laptop. It was unspoken but assumed amongst them that they were trying to have time amongst themselves outside of missions.
In the common room they'd have commentary from Gojo, Maki, or Panda. Even all three would feel the need to join them for the movie night.
That's why they ended up in one of their rooms. Yuta had recommended it. He must have released that he wouldn't have suggested it himself. The nights started no more casual than when they were in the common area.
But it wasn't long before they started to sit closer and then share a turning into falling asleep in one anothers bed. Like brothers that neither one of them had. Of a best friend that neither one of them had.
Inumaki started to trace the band of his boxer briefs, enjoying the touch.
Yuta was the only person who had spent so much time in his room… or in his bed. The images of Yuta getting comfortable replayed in his head.
He remembers thinking 'why was he taking off his pants and was only in his boxers?'
And just like how Yuta was, he understood what Inumaki was thinking.
"We both know I'm going to fall asleep. I may as well be ready."
The memory never faded and with the dreamlike vision he trails his hand from his waistband up to his chest. Spreading out his fingers and piecing together the thoughts.
That was the night Yuta cuddled him. Inumaki being the little spoon while his friend's hand trails up his shirt, pulling so that their bodies were flush. Yuta's chest firmly to his back.
His fingers turn and lead the way back down to his hip. Remembering Yuta's touch there as well. Remembered the feeling of Yuta's erection in his back, but neither one of them spoke of it.
The 'what if's' come into Inumaki's mind all the time.
What if Yuta touches his waistband? His fingertips touch the waistband.
What if Yuta dared to trace the sensitive skin that lay right at the edge?
And Inumaki's fingers tray it. Letting the Yuta in his mind take the lead. Delicate fingers pushing under the band and a heavy breath in his white hair.
Inumaki's heart was beating with anticipation. He couldn't feel the soft kisses on the back of his neck but his hand wasn't new. The visions weren't new.
Yuta's hand traveled first over inner thigh, arm just caressing his growing erection, teasing it. It was like his hand was testing the bounds just before leading back up to take the lead.
A mix between a murmur and a moan escapes Inumaki's lips as he feels the hand wrapping firmly around the base of his cock. His hips move slightly into the turn just before remembering Yuta's own erection and moving his hips back.
What would Yuta have done if he felt Inumaki grind back into his pulsing penis? He imagined that he'd rut back. That he'd moved his peppered kisses from Inumaki's neck down to his shoulders.
His hand started to move at a slow rhythm with his hip. Imagining that it was Yuta's hand and that he was grinding Yuta's cock between his cheeks. That they'd be pleasuring one another.
The moments quicken at the phantom feeling of Yuta sucking marks into his pulse point. An involuntary moan sounds through the empty room. There was a heats coil building.
"Salmon." 'Yes.' He moans, "Salmon." 'More.' He pleads.
And Yuta delivers just as he always does.
The coil that was built explodes but Inumaki doesn't stop his fist from moving. He milks his cock of all that it has to offer. It's plentiful since it's been a minute between missions.
His heart was racing and the inside of his boxer briefs were now sticky and his mind was filled with images of Yuta.
"Pickled Plum." 'You're special to me.' He confesses out loud as he turns to his back and opens his eyes. To reveal the empty room around him.
END.