Rikkai smut
Title: Babysitting Akaya
Rating: R
Pairing: Niou/Kirihara/Yagyuu
Summary: Niou is stuck with Kirihara for the night. Good thing Yagyuu stuck around, too.
a/n ~ Look. I didn't rig the poll, people. XD Yamato/Oishi is next, in any event.
Babysitting Akaya
Niou hated Pokemon. Silver version, blue version, red version, whatever; he just wanted the noise to stop.
Lounging in the ragged beanbag chair that had decorated one corner of his room for as long as he could remember, Niou sketched little doodles in his History notebook and studiously avoided allowing Yagyuu to catch his eye. If he were gazing at Yagyuu, he began getting ideas. If he were getting ideas, he was unable to be as annoyed with Kirihara as he felt he definitely should.
“Niou-senpai, d’you wanna play, too?”
Glancing up from his sketch - he’d been just about ready to add the devil horns - Niou pursed his lips. “No.”
After the devil horns, he was going to add a long, forked tail, for good measure.
The look that Yagyuu gave Niou, then - the one that Niou pretended not to have noticed - had exactly the desired effect that Yagyuu intended and Niou frowned. “Why do you think I gave that game to you anyway, kid, huh? I’m tired of it. I beat it ages ago.”
Pausing his game, lowering the handheld a little, Kirihara regarded Niou from beneath his messy, curly bangs. If Yukimura had been present, Niou suspected that he might have ruffled the kid’s bangs for being cute.
…or whatever reasoning he had for being so affectionate to the little brat when he was such a hard-ass where the rest of the team was concerned.
“Well, pick a different game, Senpai - I’ll play whatever you want,” Kirihara insisted, scooting forward on his knees a bit in an attempt to hold Niou’s attention. With his mother out of town for the evening, Kirihara had been forced to choose a friend with whom he could spend the night and - while he’d hoped he’d be able to spend the night with Yukimura-buchou - he’d wound up at Niou-senpai’s.
Niou-senpai made Kirihara nervous. He was inordinately thankful for Yagyuu-senpai’s presence; he didn’t seem to have all that pent-up nervous energy that Niou-senpai seemed to have.
Focused entirely on the book in his lap, Yagyuu murmured, “But he’ll play whatever you want, Masaharu.”
Niou swung his glare in Yagyuu’s direction, not missing the way his lips turned up in that faint, nearly indiscernible smirk. Yagyuu turned the page idly, chin balanced on the heel of one hand and Niou found that he could not look away immediately.
Kirihara grew still, then - game forgotten - and listened carefully for any exchange between his two senpai. A few days previously, Yanagi-senpai had hinted at an ‘intense friendship’ between Niou and Yagyuu and Kirihara had not possessed the composure to ask for clarification.
The conversation had died soon after, anyway, as Yanagi-senpai had put his hand on Kirihara’s knee. Kirihara felt weird after that and had simply gone to class early.
Now, though, without Yanagi-senpai sitting beside him, smelling good and radiating warmth and protectiveness and something else that made Kirihara fidget, he felt he could observe his two senpai without making the situation seem weird.
“Hiroshi,” Niou said, finally.
Yagyuu hesitated a moment or two, presumably finishing the paragraph he was on, and looked up. The lamplight shone on his hair and glinted off the side of his glasses. Kirihara thought he looked quite sinister, but the look on Niou’s expression plainly indicated that he thought otherwise.
“Hmm?”
Niou tapped his pencil against the side of his notebook and for a few moments, the two older boys stared silently at one another until Niou shook his head.
“Go ahead,” Yagyuu prompted and Kirihara knew he wasn’t imagining the teasing tone of his voice. “Tell Akaya what you’d rather play.”
Kirihara stiffened. He’d never heard Yagyuu speak his name in quite that tone of voice before and if Niou’s expression was anything to go by, he didn’t particularly care for it.
“Are you daring me, Hiroshi?” Niou asked mildly.
Yagyuu smiled again - faint, knowing, mocking - and tilted his head to regard Niou seriously. A few strands of hair fell over his glasses and he made no move toward smoothing them aside. He shrugged. “It was merely a suggestion.”
Niou nodded slowly, closing his notebook and tossing it on the bed. Without a word, he rose from his place on the floor and braced his hand on Kirihara’s head when he stepped over him. “’scuse me, kid.”
Kirihara didn’t slap at Niou’s hand as he might have done had they been anywhere else but locked away inside of Niou’s dimly lit bedroom. He turned off his game without bothering to save and turned a little in Yagyuu’s direction. He didn’t want to miss this.
Leaning over Yagyuu now, Niou bent to pluck the book out of his partner’s hand, dropping it unceremoniously on the floor. Showing no outward reaction, Yagyuu merely gazed up at Niou, long legs stretched out before him and crossed at the ankle.
Cocking his head to one side, the corner of Niou’s lips quirked in a little half-smile. “Last chance to call uncle.”
Yagyuu pushed his glasses up along the bridge of his nose. “I can’t imagine what you’re talking about, Masaharu.”
The minute flicker of exaltation in Niou’s eyes convinced Kirihara that the very last thing Niou wanted was for Yagyuu to call a halt. He was such a show-off sometimes.
Swinging one leg over Yagyuu’s thighs, Niou straddled him gracefully. When he rested both arms on Yagyuu’s shoulders and Yagyuu seemed completely unfazed by his actions, it occurred to Kirihara that what he was witnessing was not something unfamiliar to his senpai.
They had done this before. Kirihara suddenly felt very warm.
“You’re such a deviant, Hiroshi,” Niou murmured, tipping his partner’s chin up as he slid his other hand into the back of Yagyuu’s hair.
Kirihara’s eyes widened and he had to remind himself to breathe. This sort of thing never happened when he hung out with his other senpai.
“Ah, but I’m not straddling your lap, now, am I? Masaharu.”
Yagyuu lifted one hand to cup the back of Niou’s neck and by the time Niou leaned in close enough to share breath with his partner, Yagyuu was already winding Niou’s long, silver rat-tail around his fingers.
“Pay attention, Akaya,” Niou said, gripping Yagyuu’s hips with his knees and planting his ass square in his partner’s lap. “This is what big boys do when they’re not babysitting noisy little brats.”
It was on the tip of Kirihara’s tongue to point out that Marui-senpai and Jackal-senpai never did that sort of thing - babysitting or not - but, honestly, he couldn’t have said for certain and, besides, Niou was holding Yagyuu’s head still while he pushed his tongue between his partner’s lips and Kirihara’s mind went blank for a moment.
Without the music from his gameboy to serve as background noise, the silence was almost deafening. Or, it had been deafening - until Yagyuu parted his lips for Niou. After that, there was sucking and humming and soft, embarrassing whimpers until Yagyuu tipped his head back - baring his throat - to pant for breath.
“’haru,” he breathed, and Kirihara squirmed a little. “You’re supposed to be playing with Akaya-kun. Remember?”
Kirihara felt that this would be an excellent time to haul ass out of the room, but seeing as how Niou’s parents were downstairs and were likely to call him back - not to mention that he couldn’t exactly go home - he found that he couldn’t do much more than sit where he was and hope Niou would laugh and say the whole thing was a joke.
Leaning forward to suck at Yagyuu’s neck after he broke their kiss, Niou grunted his acknowledgement. “Mm. You’d rather I’d be in the kid’s lap?”
Lips parted, vehement denial at the ready, Kirihara met Yagyuu’s gaze and knew - from the look on his teammate’s face - that he’d probably turned several shades of red.
“Don’t be such a bully,” Yagyuu admonished, gesturing vaguely to Kirihara.
“Come here, Akaya,” he instructed, voice strained when Niou sucked at his Adam’s apple.
Kirihara shook his head, grappling for his gameboy which had fallen out of his hands at some point during the last five or six minutes. His ears were ringing and he had the worst, urgent, restless feeling in his pants. If he were a dog, he’d have dragged his ass across the rug like his mother’s Pomeranian did sometimes when they had company over.
“I…no, thank you, Yagyuu-senpai. I’ll just…yeah, I’m fine.”
Niou looked up, then, eyes narrowing and pinpointing Kirihara like twin lasers. “I thought you said you’d play whatever I wanted to play, Akaya-kun?”
Indignant, Kirihara rose to his knees - he was about five seconds away from getting the hell out of there - and gestured at Niou and Yagyuu. “Yeah, but I wasn’t talking about…that.”
Smiling sweetly, though Kirihara knew that there was absolutely no sweetness to be found there, Niou placed both hands on the floor and crawled away from Yagyuu until one of his legs rested intimately between Yagyuu’s. “Now, now, Akaya-kun. A man never goes back on his word.”
Watching Yagyuu rub Niou’s behind, gripping his buttocks through his worn, ragged jeans and smiling thoughtfully when Niou arched his back a little, Kirihara realized that he’d lost the ability to swallow. He panicked. His heart was pounding and he was beginning to sweat and he wondered if he would pass out right in the middle of Niou-senpai’s floor.
“But I’m not a man!” he blurted out. “I’m just a dumb kid - you said so yesterday, remember?!”
Niou grinned, offering his hand to Kirihara, palm up. “Don’t you want to find out what it’s like?”
No, he didn’t.
“Don’t you want to know why Yukimura-buchou never lets you stay over when Sanada-kun is there?”
Kirihara fell silent, contemplating this. Just last week, Yukimura had patted Kirihara on the behind and told him to run along home when Sanada had shown up at his front door - hat in hand and blushing like a big dork.
“Don’t you want to know why Yanagi-kun always sits beside you at lunch and waits for you after practice?”
Kirihara thought about Yanagi-senpai, standing so close and smelling like perfume or cologne or whatever it was that guys used to smell good. He thought about Yanagi tutoring him when Kirihara insisted that he didn’t need it and he thought about Yanagi giving Niou the death glare when he’d tried to pants Kirihara before practice a few weeks ago.
Something equally important occurred to him, then. “What about Marui-senpai and Kuwahara-senpai?”
Kirhara’s question seemed to give Niou pause - until Yagyuu slipped one hand into his back pocket; that seemed to help him focus somewhat. “Oh, them. Sorry, kid - straight as arrows, both of ‘em.”
Yagyuu chuckled, barely audible, and Niou glanced over his shoulder at him, surprised. “No?”
Yagyuu shrugged and squeezed Niou’s ass again.
“Interesting,” Niou murmured, turning back to Kirihara to reach for him again.
“C’mon, brat. It’s cool.”
Kirihara only hesitated a moment longer. He’d never thought about his senpai this way, but - faced with them now - he realized that he was curious. He didn’t like being the last one to know and he didn’t like the way some of the others treated him like he was a baby.
He wasn’t a baby. He’d taken down bigger guys than him with his tennis and he wasn’t afraid of anyone.
He took Niou’s hand, surprised when his senpai’s fingers curled around his own and it didn’t make him feel creepy. He let Niou direct him into place, straddling Yagyuu’s lap backwards to face Niou when he took his place again.
This time, though, Yagyuu sat up and wrapped one arm around Kirihara’s waist. Leaning against Niou’s bookshelf, where no books resided, Yagyuu hooked one finger in his partner’s belt loop and tugged him closer. He didn’t say a word when Niou rested one hand on Kirihara’s shoulder and pushed him down onto Yagyuu’s lap.
“There. Isn’t that much better?” he asked, slipping one arm through Kirihara’s to fist his hand in Yagyuu’s shirt. “I know I feel much better.”
Kirihara couldn’t speak, but his heart was pounding and his underwear were uncomfortably tight.
Kirihara froze, held fast against Yagyuu’s chest with Yagyuu’s unmistakable erection pressing against the small of his back, and barely dared to breathe when Niou nuzzled his cheek just that split second before he took Yagyuu’s mouth in another kiss.
This kiss was exactly like the first, the only difference being Kirihara’s proximity to it. The two boys were hot, pressed tight to Kirihara and the sounds they made when they kissed made him feel hot and cold at the same time.
Niou leaned in that much more, pushing Kirihara back until he had no choice but to lean against Yagyuu’s chest. With Yagyuu’s palm hot at his belly and those wet, slurping sounds at his ear, Kirihara closed his eyes tight and prayed that Niou did not grind against him the way he’d done to Yagyuu. Kirihara was certain that he’d die of embarrassment if he did.
He made a small, surprised sound when he felt Niou’s knuckles brush against his bottom and he gripped his senpai’s hips instinctively. He heard Yagyuu’s zipper being lowered and - pinned between the two boys as he was - he pressed his cheek against Niou’s chest.
His senpai was warm and wiry and felt surprisingly good against him. But then Yagyuu moaned just behind him and Kirihara fisted his hands in Niou’s shirt. He could feel Niou’s hand moving between his ass and Yagyuu’s groin and he gasped.
“Oh, God…” he whispered, unable to prevent himself from speaking the words aloud.
Yagyuu’s palm, warm and strong, slid up his belly, rubbing him in slow, soothing motions for just a moment before moving to pop the buttons on Niou’s pants.
That he could do it one-handed and without looking made Kirihara that much hotter and he worried that one of his senpai would discover his erection and make fun of him or - worse - touch it, and then Kirihara would just die.
Yagyuu was making unbearably arousing sounds and had begun rocking his hips up restlessly. Niou shifted then, moving to slip one leg between Kirihara’s in an effort to get even closer to Yagyuu. In this position, Kirihara could not move and he was certain that if one of them didn’t hurry up and…whatever…he was going to suffocate.
“Ahh, Hiroshi,” Niou groaned, resting his forehead on Kirihara’s shoulder and thrusting into Yagyuu’s hand. “He’s hard, too.”
Before Kirihara could protest, Niou pressed his knee between his legs and Kirihara cried out in shock and arousal. “I’ve never had a freshman,” he murmured, hooking an arm around Yagyuu’s neck and pulling the both of them closer. When they kissed this time, their mouths were damp against Kirihara’s neck and he found himself shifting closer to Niou’s knee in an effort to get…something. “Not even when I was a freshman,” Niou added, and he gasped when Yagyuu growled against his lips and jerked him faster.
Yagyuu wrapped an arm around Kirihara’s waist again, his breath hot and damp through Kirihara’s shirt when he bowed his head. “Hurry,” he breathed, and Kirihara didn’t know if he were talking to Niou or to him and since he wasn’t doing anything or going anywhere, he lay his hand on Yagyuu’s arm tentatively.
Niou grunted, lips pressed to Kirihara’s neck now, though he made no move to kiss him or caress him and when he moaned, low and insistent against his ear, Yagyuu slid his hand low to settle over Kirihara’s cock, squeezing gently.
With a little yelp, digging his nails into Yagyuu’s arm and Niou’s side, he came hard in his underwear - his cock twitching under Yagyuu’s hand.
“He came, ‘haru,” Yagyuu panted, voice strained. “All over himself.”
Niou froze then, holding tightly to Kirihara and Yagyuu when he came in a perfect arc over Yagyuu’s arm and Kirihara’s shirt. “Fuuuuuuuck…,” he hissed, fingers tightening around Yagyuu’s cock, stroking him with just his fingertips as he tensed.
Yagyuu didn’t take long to follow, the breathy, needy sounds he made lost in Niou’s kiss. He tensed beneath Kirihara, trembling when Niou brought him and Kirihara moaned, too, when he felt Yagyuu’s release spilling against the back of his shirt. It was hot and damp and he could barely breathe when Niou pulled back to rest on his haunches. Palms resting at Kirihara’s knees, he peered up through tousled bangs to offer his kohai a shaky smile.
“Now d’you get it?” he asked, still a bit breathless.
Kirihara got it. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and wrinkled his nose when he felt his underwear - wet and sticky - clinging to him. “Aww, man,” he whined. “That’s gross.”
Yagyuu laughed and leaned back against the bookshelf, spent and boneless and looking more relaxed than Kirihara had ever seen him. He wasted no time in climbing off of Yagyuu and standing awkwardly on weak, trembling legs. Niou sprawled next to Yagyuu, head propped up on one fist and tilting his head into Yagyuu’s caress when his partner stroked his hair affectionately.
“Sorry, Akaya,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “But you did offer.”
Uncomfortable enough now to be indignant about the entire affair, Kirihara bent to rummage through his duffle for a clean change of clothes. “Oh, shut up, senpai.”
Pausing at the door, he glanced over his shoulder where Niou and Yagyuu were lounging like big, lazy cats. Despite his humiliation, he felt a little proud for making it with the coolest senpai on the team.
“I’m going to use up all the hot water,” he told them, smugly. “Just so you know.”
When he closed the door behind him, he hesitated, waiting for the laughter that was certain to follow his departure. True to form, on the count of three, Niou started giggling. He sounded like a hyena - Kirihara wondered if Yagyuu-senpai thought Niou-senpai’s crazy hyena giggles were sexy. By the time he was halfway down the hallway, he couldn’t hear Niou-senpai anymore and decided that he didn’t want to think about whether Yagyuu found him sexy or not.
Smug bastard.
The next time Kirihara’s mother insisted that he needed a babysitter, he was calling Yanagi-senpai.
Gonna finish that Turksmut tomorrow, too. WHO IS ON A ROLL, BABY?
Rating: R
Pairing: Niou/Kirihara/Yagyuu
Summary: Niou is stuck with Kirihara for the night. Good thing Yagyuu stuck around, too.
a/n ~ Look. I didn't rig the poll, people. XD Yamato/Oishi is next, in any event.
Babysitting Akaya
Niou hated Pokemon. Silver version, blue version, red version, whatever; he just wanted the noise to stop.
Lounging in the ragged beanbag chair that had decorated one corner of his room for as long as he could remember, Niou sketched little doodles in his History notebook and studiously avoided allowing Yagyuu to catch his eye. If he were gazing at Yagyuu, he began getting ideas. If he were getting ideas, he was unable to be as annoyed with Kirihara as he felt he definitely should.
“Niou-senpai, d’you wanna play, too?”
Glancing up from his sketch - he’d been just about ready to add the devil horns - Niou pursed his lips. “No.”
After the devil horns, he was going to add a long, forked tail, for good measure.
The look that Yagyuu gave Niou, then - the one that Niou pretended not to have noticed - had exactly the desired effect that Yagyuu intended and Niou frowned. “Why do you think I gave that game to you anyway, kid, huh? I’m tired of it. I beat it ages ago.”
Pausing his game, lowering the handheld a little, Kirihara regarded Niou from beneath his messy, curly bangs. If Yukimura had been present, Niou suspected that he might have ruffled the kid’s bangs for being cute.
…or whatever reasoning he had for being so affectionate to the little brat when he was such a hard-ass where the rest of the team was concerned.
“Well, pick a different game, Senpai - I’ll play whatever you want,” Kirihara insisted, scooting forward on his knees a bit in an attempt to hold Niou’s attention. With his mother out of town for the evening, Kirihara had been forced to choose a friend with whom he could spend the night and - while he’d hoped he’d be able to spend the night with Yukimura-buchou - he’d wound up at Niou-senpai’s.
Niou-senpai made Kirihara nervous. He was inordinately thankful for Yagyuu-senpai’s presence; he didn’t seem to have all that pent-up nervous energy that Niou-senpai seemed to have.
Focused entirely on the book in his lap, Yagyuu murmured, “But he’ll play whatever you want, Masaharu.”
Niou swung his glare in Yagyuu’s direction, not missing the way his lips turned up in that faint, nearly indiscernible smirk. Yagyuu turned the page idly, chin balanced on the heel of one hand and Niou found that he could not look away immediately.
Kirihara grew still, then - game forgotten - and listened carefully for any exchange between his two senpai. A few days previously, Yanagi-senpai had hinted at an ‘intense friendship’ between Niou and Yagyuu and Kirihara had not possessed the composure to ask for clarification.
The conversation had died soon after, anyway, as Yanagi-senpai had put his hand on Kirihara’s knee. Kirihara felt weird after that and had simply gone to class early.
Now, though, without Yanagi-senpai sitting beside him, smelling good and radiating warmth and protectiveness and something else that made Kirihara fidget, he felt he could observe his two senpai without making the situation seem weird.
“Hiroshi,” Niou said, finally.
Yagyuu hesitated a moment or two, presumably finishing the paragraph he was on, and looked up. The lamplight shone on his hair and glinted off the side of his glasses. Kirihara thought he looked quite sinister, but the look on Niou’s expression plainly indicated that he thought otherwise.
“Hmm?”
Niou tapped his pencil against the side of his notebook and for a few moments, the two older boys stared silently at one another until Niou shook his head.
“Go ahead,” Yagyuu prompted and Kirihara knew he wasn’t imagining the teasing tone of his voice. “Tell Akaya what you’d rather play.”
Kirihara stiffened. He’d never heard Yagyuu speak his name in quite that tone of voice before and if Niou’s expression was anything to go by, he didn’t particularly care for it.
“Are you daring me, Hiroshi?” Niou asked mildly.
Yagyuu smiled again - faint, knowing, mocking - and tilted his head to regard Niou seriously. A few strands of hair fell over his glasses and he made no move toward smoothing them aside. He shrugged. “It was merely a suggestion.”
Niou nodded slowly, closing his notebook and tossing it on the bed. Without a word, he rose from his place on the floor and braced his hand on Kirihara’s head when he stepped over him. “’scuse me, kid.”
Kirihara didn’t slap at Niou’s hand as he might have done had they been anywhere else but locked away inside of Niou’s dimly lit bedroom. He turned off his game without bothering to save and turned a little in Yagyuu’s direction. He didn’t want to miss this.
Leaning over Yagyuu now, Niou bent to pluck the book out of his partner’s hand, dropping it unceremoniously on the floor. Showing no outward reaction, Yagyuu merely gazed up at Niou, long legs stretched out before him and crossed at the ankle.
Cocking his head to one side, the corner of Niou’s lips quirked in a little half-smile. “Last chance to call uncle.”
Yagyuu pushed his glasses up along the bridge of his nose. “I can’t imagine what you’re talking about, Masaharu.”
The minute flicker of exaltation in Niou’s eyes convinced Kirihara that the very last thing Niou wanted was for Yagyuu to call a halt. He was such a show-off sometimes.
Swinging one leg over Yagyuu’s thighs, Niou straddled him gracefully. When he rested both arms on Yagyuu’s shoulders and Yagyuu seemed completely unfazed by his actions, it occurred to Kirihara that what he was witnessing was not something unfamiliar to his senpai.
They had done this before. Kirihara suddenly felt very warm.
“You’re such a deviant, Hiroshi,” Niou murmured, tipping his partner’s chin up as he slid his other hand into the back of Yagyuu’s hair.
Kirihara’s eyes widened and he had to remind himself to breathe. This sort of thing never happened when he hung out with his other senpai.
“Ah, but I’m not straddling your lap, now, am I? Masaharu.”
Yagyuu lifted one hand to cup the back of Niou’s neck and by the time Niou leaned in close enough to share breath with his partner, Yagyuu was already winding Niou’s long, silver rat-tail around his fingers.
“Pay attention, Akaya,” Niou said, gripping Yagyuu’s hips with his knees and planting his ass square in his partner’s lap. “This is what big boys do when they’re not babysitting noisy little brats.”
It was on the tip of Kirihara’s tongue to point out that Marui-senpai and Jackal-senpai never did that sort of thing - babysitting or not - but, honestly, he couldn’t have said for certain and, besides, Niou was holding Yagyuu’s head still while he pushed his tongue between his partner’s lips and Kirihara’s mind went blank for a moment.
Without the music from his gameboy to serve as background noise, the silence was almost deafening. Or, it had been deafening - until Yagyuu parted his lips for Niou. After that, there was sucking and humming and soft, embarrassing whimpers until Yagyuu tipped his head back - baring his throat - to pant for breath.
“’haru,” he breathed, and Kirihara squirmed a little. “You’re supposed to be playing with Akaya-kun. Remember?”
Kirihara felt that this would be an excellent time to haul ass out of the room, but seeing as how Niou’s parents were downstairs and were likely to call him back - not to mention that he couldn’t exactly go home - he found that he couldn’t do much more than sit where he was and hope Niou would laugh and say the whole thing was a joke.
Leaning forward to suck at Yagyuu’s neck after he broke their kiss, Niou grunted his acknowledgement. “Mm. You’d rather I’d be in the kid’s lap?”
Lips parted, vehement denial at the ready, Kirihara met Yagyuu’s gaze and knew - from the look on his teammate’s face - that he’d probably turned several shades of red.
“Don’t be such a bully,” Yagyuu admonished, gesturing vaguely to Kirihara.
“Come here, Akaya,” he instructed, voice strained when Niou sucked at his Adam’s apple.
Kirihara shook his head, grappling for his gameboy which had fallen out of his hands at some point during the last five or six minutes. His ears were ringing and he had the worst, urgent, restless feeling in his pants. If he were a dog, he’d have dragged his ass across the rug like his mother’s Pomeranian did sometimes when they had company over.
“I…no, thank you, Yagyuu-senpai. I’ll just…yeah, I’m fine.”
Niou looked up, then, eyes narrowing and pinpointing Kirihara like twin lasers. “I thought you said you’d play whatever I wanted to play, Akaya-kun?”
Indignant, Kirihara rose to his knees - he was about five seconds away from getting the hell out of there - and gestured at Niou and Yagyuu. “Yeah, but I wasn’t talking about…that.”
Smiling sweetly, though Kirihara knew that there was absolutely no sweetness to be found there, Niou placed both hands on the floor and crawled away from Yagyuu until one of his legs rested intimately between Yagyuu’s. “Now, now, Akaya-kun. A man never goes back on his word.”
Watching Yagyuu rub Niou’s behind, gripping his buttocks through his worn, ragged jeans and smiling thoughtfully when Niou arched his back a little, Kirihara realized that he’d lost the ability to swallow. He panicked. His heart was pounding and he was beginning to sweat and he wondered if he would pass out right in the middle of Niou-senpai’s floor.
“But I’m not a man!” he blurted out. “I’m just a dumb kid - you said so yesterday, remember?!”
Niou grinned, offering his hand to Kirihara, palm up. “Don’t you want to find out what it’s like?”
No, he didn’t.
“Don’t you want to know why Yukimura-buchou never lets you stay over when Sanada-kun is there?”
Kirihara fell silent, contemplating this. Just last week, Yukimura had patted Kirihara on the behind and told him to run along home when Sanada had shown up at his front door - hat in hand and blushing like a big dork.
“Don’t you want to know why Yanagi-kun always sits beside you at lunch and waits for you after practice?”
Kirihara thought about Yanagi-senpai, standing so close and smelling like perfume or cologne or whatever it was that guys used to smell good. He thought about Yanagi tutoring him when Kirihara insisted that he didn’t need it and he thought about Yanagi giving Niou the death glare when he’d tried to pants Kirihara before practice a few weeks ago.
Something equally important occurred to him, then. “What about Marui-senpai and Kuwahara-senpai?”
Kirhara’s question seemed to give Niou pause - until Yagyuu slipped one hand into his back pocket; that seemed to help him focus somewhat. “Oh, them. Sorry, kid - straight as arrows, both of ‘em.”
Yagyuu chuckled, barely audible, and Niou glanced over his shoulder at him, surprised. “No?”
Yagyuu shrugged and squeezed Niou’s ass again.
“Interesting,” Niou murmured, turning back to Kirihara to reach for him again.
“C’mon, brat. It’s cool.”
Kirihara only hesitated a moment longer. He’d never thought about his senpai this way, but - faced with them now - he realized that he was curious. He didn’t like being the last one to know and he didn’t like the way some of the others treated him like he was a baby.
He wasn’t a baby. He’d taken down bigger guys than him with his tennis and he wasn’t afraid of anyone.
He took Niou’s hand, surprised when his senpai’s fingers curled around his own and it didn’t make him feel creepy. He let Niou direct him into place, straddling Yagyuu’s lap backwards to face Niou when he took his place again.
This time, though, Yagyuu sat up and wrapped one arm around Kirihara’s waist. Leaning against Niou’s bookshelf, where no books resided, Yagyuu hooked one finger in his partner’s belt loop and tugged him closer. He didn’t say a word when Niou rested one hand on Kirihara’s shoulder and pushed him down onto Yagyuu’s lap.
“There. Isn’t that much better?” he asked, slipping one arm through Kirihara’s to fist his hand in Yagyuu’s shirt. “I know I feel much better.”
Kirihara couldn’t speak, but his heart was pounding and his underwear were uncomfortably tight.
Kirihara froze, held fast against Yagyuu’s chest with Yagyuu’s unmistakable erection pressing against the small of his back, and barely dared to breathe when Niou nuzzled his cheek just that split second before he took Yagyuu’s mouth in another kiss.
This kiss was exactly like the first, the only difference being Kirihara’s proximity to it. The two boys were hot, pressed tight to Kirihara and the sounds they made when they kissed made him feel hot and cold at the same time.
Niou leaned in that much more, pushing Kirihara back until he had no choice but to lean against Yagyuu’s chest. With Yagyuu’s palm hot at his belly and those wet, slurping sounds at his ear, Kirihara closed his eyes tight and prayed that Niou did not grind against him the way he’d done to Yagyuu. Kirihara was certain that he’d die of embarrassment if he did.
He made a small, surprised sound when he felt Niou’s knuckles brush against his bottom and he gripped his senpai’s hips instinctively. He heard Yagyuu’s zipper being lowered and - pinned between the two boys as he was - he pressed his cheek against Niou’s chest.
His senpai was warm and wiry and felt surprisingly good against him. But then Yagyuu moaned just behind him and Kirihara fisted his hands in Niou’s shirt. He could feel Niou’s hand moving between his ass and Yagyuu’s groin and he gasped.
“Oh, God…” he whispered, unable to prevent himself from speaking the words aloud.
Yagyuu’s palm, warm and strong, slid up his belly, rubbing him in slow, soothing motions for just a moment before moving to pop the buttons on Niou’s pants.
That he could do it one-handed and without looking made Kirihara that much hotter and he worried that one of his senpai would discover his erection and make fun of him or - worse - touch it, and then Kirihara would just die.
Yagyuu was making unbearably arousing sounds and had begun rocking his hips up restlessly. Niou shifted then, moving to slip one leg between Kirihara’s in an effort to get even closer to Yagyuu. In this position, Kirihara could not move and he was certain that if one of them didn’t hurry up and…whatever…he was going to suffocate.
“Ahh, Hiroshi,” Niou groaned, resting his forehead on Kirihara’s shoulder and thrusting into Yagyuu’s hand. “He’s hard, too.”
Before Kirihara could protest, Niou pressed his knee between his legs and Kirihara cried out in shock and arousal. “I’ve never had a freshman,” he murmured, hooking an arm around Yagyuu’s neck and pulling the both of them closer. When they kissed this time, their mouths were damp against Kirihara’s neck and he found himself shifting closer to Niou’s knee in an effort to get…something. “Not even when I was a freshman,” Niou added, and he gasped when Yagyuu growled against his lips and jerked him faster.
Yagyuu wrapped an arm around Kirihara’s waist again, his breath hot and damp through Kirihara’s shirt when he bowed his head. “Hurry,” he breathed, and Kirihara didn’t know if he were talking to Niou or to him and since he wasn’t doing anything or going anywhere, he lay his hand on Yagyuu’s arm tentatively.
Niou grunted, lips pressed to Kirihara’s neck now, though he made no move to kiss him or caress him and when he moaned, low and insistent against his ear, Yagyuu slid his hand low to settle over Kirihara’s cock, squeezing gently.
With a little yelp, digging his nails into Yagyuu’s arm and Niou’s side, he came hard in his underwear - his cock twitching under Yagyuu’s hand.
“He came, ‘haru,” Yagyuu panted, voice strained. “All over himself.”
Niou froze then, holding tightly to Kirihara and Yagyuu when he came in a perfect arc over Yagyuu’s arm and Kirihara’s shirt. “Fuuuuuuuck…,” he hissed, fingers tightening around Yagyuu’s cock, stroking him with just his fingertips as he tensed.
Yagyuu didn’t take long to follow, the breathy, needy sounds he made lost in Niou’s kiss. He tensed beneath Kirihara, trembling when Niou brought him and Kirihara moaned, too, when he felt Yagyuu’s release spilling against the back of his shirt. It was hot and damp and he could barely breathe when Niou pulled back to rest on his haunches. Palms resting at Kirihara’s knees, he peered up through tousled bangs to offer his kohai a shaky smile.
“Now d’you get it?” he asked, still a bit breathless.
Kirihara got it. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and wrinkled his nose when he felt his underwear - wet and sticky - clinging to him. “Aww, man,” he whined. “That’s gross.”
Yagyuu laughed and leaned back against the bookshelf, spent and boneless and looking more relaxed than Kirihara had ever seen him. He wasted no time in climbing off of Yagyuu and standing awkwardly on weak, trembling legs. Niou sprawled next to Yagyuu, head propped up on one fist and tilting his head into Yagyuu’s caress when his partner stroked his hair affectionately.
“Sorry, Akaya,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “But you did offer.”
Uncomfortable enough now to be indignant about the entire affair, Kirihara bent to rummage through his duffle for a clean change of clothes. “Oh, shut up, senpai.”
Pausing at the door, he glanced over his shoulder where Niou and Yagyuu were lounging like big, lazy cats. Despite his humiliation, he felt a little proud for making it with the coolest senpai on the team.
“I’m going to use up all the hot water,” he told them, smugly. “Just so you know.”
When he closed the door behind him, he hesitated, waiting for the laughter that was certain to follow his departure. True to form, on the count of three, Niou started giggling. He sounded like a hyena - Kirihara wondered if Yagyuu-senpai thought Niou-senpai’s crazy hyena giggles were sexy. By the time he was halfway down the hallway, he couldn’t hear Niou-senpai anymore and decided that he didn’t want to think about whether Yagyuu found him sexy or not.
Smug bastard.
The next time Kirihara’s mother insisted that he needed a babysitter, he was calling Yanagi-senpai.
Gonna finish that Turksmut tomorrow, too. WHO IS ON A ROLL, BABY?