[KnB]:: Midorima/Takao On the off Chance.
Title: On the off Chance.
Pairing: Midorima/Takao.
Rating/Contains/word count: Light R/blow job/ 5,378
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko no Basket, I do not make profit from it.
Summary: Sometimes it really is as simple as letting things fall into place.
Notes: One-shot. Please feel free to leave me your thoughts and constructive crit.
Bad news Cancer: you’re last today! Be prepared for many surprises, none of which you’re prepared for. Stave off unpleasant shock by carrying a banana.
Midorima pushed his glasses up his nose, and turned off the television with a heavy sigh. He picked up his breakfast dishes and washed them in the sink, before checking the clock. Takao was late-which was a little disconcerning. Midorima picked up a banana on his way out of the kitchen, and stuck it into his school bag. He put on his shoes and left the house. At end of the walkway Takao was struggling with the gate of the fence. Midorima frowned, looking past the other boy not seeing the rickshaw.
“Where is the bike?”
Takao managed to get the gate unlatched, a screw flying out and clattering to the pavement. “There was a flat tired this morning; my dad will fix it when he gets back from his trip. I don’t have enough to get a new tire. I just bought new shoes.”
“I suppose we can walk.”
“Well, unless Shin-chan somehow managed to grow wings overnight, we’re walking.” Takao looked up at him, normal smile in place.
“Shut up Takao.”
Takao snorted, but didn’t say anything, simply falling into step with Midorima. The walk to school was decent, the morning clear and a little brisk. Midorima rubbed his hands together, making a mental note to dig his gloves out from the closet when he got home.
“Here,” Takao shoved a few pages of notebook paper at him. “You’ll need to look at this, it’s an easier way to do the math problems we were talking about yesterday. I think sensei is going to give us a quiz.”
Midorima took the notes, looking them over. Takao had come up with a way to skip a couple of steps, approved by the instructor that still managed to get the same result as doing it longhand. “I was under that impression too.”
“Not a surprise then,” Takao smirked at him. Midorima looked down at the other boy, not validating the statement with a response. They passed through the school gates into near chaos as students milled around the courtyard talking with friends.
Takao slipped away somewhere between the front doors of the school and the homeroom. Midorima went to his seat, still going over Takao’s notes. The other boy’s handwriting was neat and concise, one of the things Midorima liked about him. Each step was laid out properly and without extra layers of fluff. Midorima turned over the last page, and quickly stuffed the notes back into his bag. Takao had drawn a little comic of what Midorima assumed was Takao in a cheerleader outfit, with the encouraging kanji all around it.
Midorima looked up when Takao and a group of girls walked in. Takao was telling some story, his hands moving, expression wide open and happy. The girls clung to his every word. Midorima looked down at his desk, a little startled by the pang of jealousy that went through his chest. He had heard the story before, it was one that Takao told him a couple of days ago. But the way the girls looked at him-Midorima wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about that.
Morning classes continued without incident, Midorima thankful that that his ‘lucky item’ was blocking whatever fate determined to throw in his direction. There was a pop quiz in the math class he and Takao shared, neither of them surprised, even as the class grumbled around them. He worked on the exam, grateful, though he’d never admit it out loud, that Takao showed him an easier way to do the problems. He worked steadily, making sure to check and double check his work. He wasn’t willing to leave any errors. Takao finished first, dropping the test face down on the teacher’s desk. He returned to his seat, Midorima a little distracted when the other boy passed his desk.
His eyes followed the other boy, and he watched as Takao slumped back in his seat, eyes closed. A few pieces of hair fell into the other boy’s face, Midorima’s fingers itched to push it out of Takao’s face. Midorima felt color rise on his own face and he turned back to the paper on his desk, finishing up the last few problems, distracted by the thought of how Takao’s hair would feel against his skin. He turned in his test a few minutes later, and other students followed suit.
The bell sounded, they stood, bowed to the teacher and left the room. Around them other students swirled, the hallways becoming filled with people. Lunch was always a less than ordered affair, and it left Midorima more often than not overwhelmed and unsteady. He started at the feeling of someone gripping his sleeve. Takao pulled him through the sea of students, up a couple flights of stairs, and through the door that led to the roof. Up here it was quiet and peaceful. The sky above them stretched out pale blue with the clouds crowding at the horizon.
“I’m going to get a drink.” Takao left his side, and darted back through the door. Midorima sat against the wall that protected students from the nothingness of being three stories up. The overhang provided slight shade, but still allowed a gentle breeze. He unwrapped his bento, looked up when Takao pushed the door open once again. The boy offered him a can of sweet red bean soda, and sat down next to Midorima with his own bottle of juice.
They were close enough together that their legs touched. Midorima tried his hardest to focus on lunch rather than the heat coming off of the other boy. The touch reassured him in a way that he couldn’t quite explain.
“Want to come over after practice?” Takao broke the silence first. “I’ve got the new issues of ‘Basketball Monthly”, and the quarterly edition should be in the mail today.” His bento box clattered as he put it back together.
“It’ll be quiet, my mom went with my dad on a business trip so the kids won’t be there.”
Midorima, at first, had been disturbed with how loud Takao’s house was on a daily basis. Takao’s mother, a beautiful and overly generous woman watched the neighborhood children in an unofficial daycare, and ran a circle for new mothers. He had been surprised that Takao managed to get any homework done. Midorima’s house was always quiet, his mother the traditional housewife, his father often working late hours at the hospital. Secretly, Midorima preferred the disorganized chaos of Takao’s home. It seemed nice despite the constant noise and the chatter.
“You want me to stay over?” The question was out of his mouth before he could stop it. Takao to his merit, was quiet for a few minutes before responding.
“It’s not like I’d get lonely or anything, but if Shin-chan’s that worried, I wouldn’t mind.”
“I’m not worried about you.”
“You’re being cute.” Takao was suddenly in his space. Midorima blinked, focusing on the grey eyes peering into his own. His breath hitched in his chest, feeling his head tip just slightly to the right, lips parted. He could feel the pressure of Takao’s body against his, the warmth moving through him, burning him from the outside in.
“Don’t fight it Shin-chan,” Takao said, voice purring into Midorima’s ear.
“Don’t tease me,” Midorima pushed him away just as Takao’s lips collided with his jaw. A jolt went through him , the hairs at the back of his neck standing up. He scrambled to his feet, feeling his face burn desperately willing his body not to betray him. He was halfway across the roof in two steps, his hand on the bar to push the door open. He glanced over his shoulder at Takao, seeing the other boy in a crumpled heap. He pushed open the door and clattered down the stairs, jaw clenched his whole body tense.
Afternoon classes crawled on, Midorima half paying attention, his mind occupied with the fleeting sensation of Takao’s lips against his skin. The faint touch and memory of how it felt lead to other thoughts, of other places Takao could put his mouth. To places that he could put his mouth on Takao. Midorima squirmed, distracted by the thought of what it would feel like to have Takao touch him.
He snuck a glance at the other boy who was staring a bit glassy eyed at the chalkboard. Midorima flushed again, looking away when Takao turned his gaze to him and winked. In his haste, Midorima knocked his book off his desk, startling the entire class.
“Is there a problem Midorima-kun?” Their instructor looked up from the text, fixing Midorima with a stern look.
“I don’t feel well, may I go to the nurse?” The lie fell easily from Midorima’s lips.
“Takao-kun, please escort Midorima-kun to the nurse’s office. I know she’s out on errand, please stay with him until she returns.”
Midorima gathered up his things, hearing Takao do the same. He walked out of the classroom, and down the hall, Takao a step or two behind him. “You don’t have to come with me you know.”
“I want to make sure you’re okay.” Takao had fallen into step with him. “You really don’t look well, was it something you ate?” He grabbed Midorima’s sleeve, forcing him to stop. Takao reached up, hand against Midorima’s forehead.
“I’m fine.” Midorima said calmly, pulling away. Takao’s hand was cool and gentle and it made his heart pound.
The nurse’s station was empty, Midorima taking comfort in one of the beds on the far end of the room. Takao sat in the bedside chair, and pulled out a manga. One of the windows was open, a gentle breeze making the curtains around the bed move. Outside there was a class playing soccer.
“You shouldn’t read that here.” Midorima said. He removed his glasses, putting them on the low table next to the bed, and turned onto his side.
“You shouldn’t fake being sick.” Takao muttered right back, turning a page, not looking at Midorima.
Midorima pulled the blankets up around his shoulders, and curled up around the pillow. Minutes stretched, he closed his eyes and just as he was on the brink of sleep Takao said something that made him instantly awake.
“I like Shin-chan.”
Midorima held his breath for a few seconds, before remembering that he was supposed to be asleep, and forced his breathing to be slow and even. Takao didn’t say anything other than that, the sound of pages turning lulling Midorima off.
He awoke a little while later, the nurse gently shaking him. He sat up, allowed her to take his temperature and fuss over him. His stomach had started to hurt, and he was pretty sure it had nothing to do with what he had eaten earlier. He glanced over at the chair next to the bed and fought back a snort of laughter.
Takao had fallen asleep as well, manga dangling precariously from his fingertips, his head tossed back, soft snores coming from him. His whole body was relaxed legs sprawled out in front of him. Someone, Midorima suspected the nurse, had covered him with a blanket as well. The nurse came back with an aspirin and a couple of antacids.
“You’re free to go to practice, just please take it easy.” She took the cup from Midorima and glanced at the clock. “Make sure that both of you get adequate sleep. You’re still growing.” She turned her back to Midorima, shaking Takao awake.
They walked to the gym together, Takao stretching and yawning, Midorima feeling something settle in the pit of his stomach. They changed, joined the rest of the team. Practice was intense, their upperclassmen running drills and scrimmages almost as hard as their training camps. By the time it was over they were all drenched with sweat and Midorima’s legs had started to seize up. He trudged after Takao into the locker room.
The senpai had left the locker room by the time Midorima got out of the shower. Takao was there too, sitting on the bench also there, the other boy in school uniform pants, hair plastered to his head, water trickling down his back.
“You still want to come over?” Takao sounded exhausted.
“Yeah,” Midorima said as he rubbed his own hair with a towel. “Did you even bother drying off?”
“I thought Shin-chan was going to help me.” Takao replied, rummaging in his locker.
“You’re insufferable,” Midorima muttered. He stepped close, heart suddenly pounding too hard in his chest. He wiped Takao’s back with his towel. The other boy turned, and watched Midorima, smile in place on his face. Midorima met his gaze, and rubbed the boy’s shoulders with the towel accepting the dare.
“Shin-chan is a pervert.” Takao’s voice betrayed him, Midorima noticing the slight shake to his words.
“Did you mean what you said in the infirmary?”
“You heard that?” Takao attempted to step away, his back hitting the locker behind him. Midorima stepped toward him, closing the space.
“I heard you, did you mean it?” Midorima braced his hands on either side of Takao pinning him against the lockers.
“I don’t expect you to respond or return my feelings.” Takao lifted his chin, cheeks dark red.
“Takao.”
The other boy’s jaw clenched, Takao lowered his eyes. “Yeah, I like Shin-chan.”
Midorima shivered, his heart seemingly skipping a beat. “Look at me and say it, Takao.”
“Shin-chan is cruel,” Takao lifted his gaze, blinked, looked away and returned his gaze to Midorima. “But I like Shin-chan.”
His breath caught in his chest, his stomach seemingly dropping in his body. Midorima’s fingers brushed over Takao’s jaw, thumb tracing over his lower lip. Takao’s lips parted, Midorima leaned in closing the distance between them mouth closing awkwardly over Takao’s. Seconds passed before Takao was responding eagerly kissing him back. Midorima groaned against the other boy’s mouth, pressing closer, tongue slipping past parted lips. He shivered at the sensation of Takao’s fingers sliding into his hair, Midorima as close as possible, the heat of skin to skin contact driving him mad.
They pulled away minutes later, Midorima shaky and breathing hard. Takao kissed at his cheek, his jaw, down his neck. Each press of the boy’s lips to his skin felt like a static shock. Takao’s hands slid down his back, over the towel, pressing at Midorima’s ass just to bring their hips flush together. Midorima leaned down, capturing Takao’s mouth again, kissing hard and hungry, glasses knocked askew.
“We should go,” Midorima murmured, his lips brushing Takao’s. “We’ll get locked in the school.” Regretfully he pulled away from Takao and dressed. He could feel the other boy’s eyes on him, goose bumps raising on Midorima’s skin.
They left the school, Midorima pausing outside the gates. “You want to go on ahead and I’ll go pick up a change of clothes and come over?”
Takao nodded, looking up from his phone. “Come on over when you can.”
“I won’t be long.” Midorima paused, shifted his weight from foot to foot. “You want me to pick up something to eat?” Takao nodded, sliding his phone back into his pocket. Midorima watched as the other boy walked off, hands shoved his pockets, his shoulders slumped. Midorima headed home, toeing off his shoes. His mother met him at the door.
“Is it okay if I stay at Takao’s tonight?” He asked, shifting his weight again. “His parents are out of town, and we really will sleep, we’ve got school and practice in the morning.”
“Of course.” His mother said, watching him. “Though you could have brought him here. I have a fondness for Takao-kun.”
“He flirts with you.” Midorima muttered, shrugging out of his school jacket.
“He’s a sweet boy,” His mother said as Midorima passed. He hid a smile at her slight flush, knowing full well that Takao laid it on thick and flirted with most everyone’s mothers. He went upstairs and packed a quick overnight bag. He kissed his mother’s cheek and left the house. He walked to Takao’s, enjoying the night air, stopping by a take-out place to order food for both of them. From there it was only a couple of blocks to Takao’s. He knocked on the door before letting himself in. He found Takao sprawled on the couch, game controller in his lap.
“Food?” Midorima held up the bag.
Takao sat up, making room for Midorima on the couch. “Your parents okay with this?”
Midorima opened the bag, splitting up the food and handed Takao a container and a set of chopsticks. “Yeah, I promised we wouldn’t be up all night playing games.”
Takao dug in, Midorima following suit. “There’s nothing wrong with playing games all night.”
“Not on a school night.” Midorima muttered around a mouthful of noodles. He reached out, shoved at Takao. “Quit hitting on my mother.”
“I’d hit on Shin-chan, but he gets upset when I do that.” Takao blew a kiss at him and stole a dumpling from Midorima’s container.
“Be patient with me.” Midorima muttered, handing over another one.
“I wasn’t going to rush you.” Takao got into a rice container, dumping half of it into his leftover sauce. He mixed the two and began to shovel it into his mouth. “I know Shin-chan is awkward.”
“I’m not awkward.” Midorima responded, refolding his empty containers and putting them back into the plastic bag. “I’m just not a tramp.”
“You’re being cruel again,” Takao shoved back at him. “I’m not a tramp, I’m friendly.”
Midorima arched an eyebrow and took the controller from Takao’s lap and began to play the level. He died three times, amused by the strangled choking sounds the other boy made each time he did. Eventually he got a hang of the game, once he stopped listening to Takao’s ‘hints’.
“You really suck at this.” Takao was in his space after a little while, his body a line of incredible heat against Midorima.
“I like to actually go outside and do things.”
“Such a little prick.” Takao snickered, and licked the curve of Midorima’s neck.
He spluttered, dropping the controller, and turning to look wide eyed at the other boy. “Takao!”
“Shin-chan!” Takao cried out, tackling Midorima to the couch. Midorima blinked, startled up at the other boy. Takao straddled his lap, hands wandering Midorima’s torso.
“Takao- I-“
“I know.” Takao said. He leaned down and kissed Midorima’s mouth lightly, the slight touch again sending sparks through Midorima. “We should probably go to bed anyway, it’s getting pretty late.”
He rolled effortlessly off of Midorima and picked up the trash from their dinner, padding barefoot from the living room to the kitchen. Midorima could hear him rummaging around as he mentally counted to ten to get control of himself.
“You want a bath?” Takao leaned in the doorway, rubbing at his eyes. Midorima lingered too long on the disheveled appearance, liking the way that Takao’s hair stuck out at odd angles.
“I’ll take a shower in the morning if you don’t mind.” Midorima turned off the game and got off the couch. He picked up his bag on the way up the stairs to Takao’s bedroom. Takao stripped off his own shirt, and was down to his boxers before Midorima could look away. He shuffled past Midorima to brush his teeth.
****
Midorima looked around the room. He had been here many times, the other boy’s room on the surface neat and organized. Upon closer inspection the bookshelf was out of order, magazines were tucked everywhere and clothes were tucked under the bed. He started to change into his pajamas and went to brush his teeth as well. By the time he was done, Takao was curled up on one side of his bed.
“Come on, the bed’s big enough for us to share, I don’t want to dig out the futon.” Takao lifted the corner of the blankets. Midorima hesitated for a moment, distracting himself by turning off the light. He crawled under the blankets and handed his glasses to Takao who put them out of the way. He turned on his side, burrowing under the blankets. Takao pressed against his back, arms sneaking around Midorima. He tensed briefly, but relaxed as he listened to the slow even breaths from Takao. He too slipped off to sleep comforted by the warmth at his back and the embrace.
The gentle bleeping of Takao’s cell phone alarm woke Midorima. It was still early, the barest hint of light peeking around the edges of the curtains. He shifted slightly, bringing the blankets up around him once more. Takao’s grip on him had loosened the other boy snoring against his shoulder. Midorima tried to pull away, shivering when the other boy just groaned and pressed closer. He flushed darkly realizing that Takao was hard, erection pressing against Midorima’s ass. He tried to tell himself that it was only natural, they were both male, and it was morning-the thought process didn’t help his own hard on. Takao pressed closer, still, murmuring in his sleep. Midorima stifled a groan feeling his own cock twitch in response. Curious, he shifted his hips back, rubbing against the other boy. Pleasure flooded his body at the feeling, and the thought of having Takao in him like that. Face burning he slid his hand into his pajama bottoms, fingers wrapping around his own hard cock. He touched himself, hips occaisionally moving back against Takao-who for all intents and purposes was still asleep. Midorima muffled the sound of his orgasm, wiping his fingers on the t-shirt he wore to sleep in.
He jerked away when Takao’s phone went off again, the alarm more shrill and demanding than the first. Takao rolled over, hand slapping at the phone before sitting up. “Morning Shin-chan.” He muttered, scratching idly at his stomach.
Midorima looked back at him and grunted. The bed moved as Takao shifted and rolled out of bed. He walked past Midorima and left the room. Midorima managed to haul himself out of bed properly, and rummaged in his bag for his things. Takao hadn’t come back by the time he pulled his school clothes out, so he made the bed, tucking the corners of the blanket under the mattress.
“Shower’s free.” Takao said coming back into the room. He had put on a fresh pair of boxers, towel around his neck. “Sorry, I was all sweaty and stuff, it got hot last night.” There was a faint pink tint to his cheeks. Midorima nodded, and went to shower as well.
He showered, resisting, just barely the urge to jerk off again, and got dressed, making sure to leave the bathroom as he had found it. He went downstairs, Takao at the table, chewing on a piece of toast.
“Breakfast,” He pointed to the stack of toast and bowl of miso and tea. Midorima plopped into the chair next to him. “Horoscope should be on next.”
Midorima took a piece of toast and started to eat, idly watching as the news reporter went on about stocks and exchange. “Thank you for the food.” The horoscope came on, he listened mainly for Scorpio and his own.
Bad luck cancer, you’re on the bottom again! Don’t rush into anything today, in fact consider your options for a little while. Today’s lucky item is an umbrella!”
Midorima felt Takao tense next to him. The other boy got up from the table, and dumped his dishes into the sink. “I have an umbrella you can borrow.”
Midorima finished his meal, his dishes joining Takao’s in the sink.
The next few days seemed to stretch endlessly in front of Midorima. He tried to give Takao space, a little overwhelmed with the thought of the other boy’s feelings for him, and the fact that he simply wanted Takao. He hadn’t really thought about anyone in the way he had thought about the other boy. Takao had continued to be around him, sharing bento at lunch and staying late with him after practice. The little things stuck out most to Midorima. The way Takao’s fingers would brush his in passing, the tip of Takao’s head as he listened when they talked. More and more his thoughts turned to Takao and the way Midorima felt when he was with him. He was happy, but so much more than on the simple base level of joy. Takao made him feel things-made him feel like he wasn’t alone, and it was okay to have others in his life with him.
After Saturday practice Midorima followed Takao into the locker room. The senpai had already left, the locker room abandoned. “Can I come over?”
Takao looked over his shoulder at Midorima as he tugged off his practice jersey. “Sure, my parents are having a ‘date night’”. He made air quotes and winked at Midorima.
“Pervert,” Midorima muttered as he went to the showers.
“Takes one to know one Shin-chan!” Takao called back happily.
Midorima showered and changed back into street clothes and waited for Takao. The other boy followed soon after and they went back to Takao’s place. “Upstairs.” Midorima murmured when they got into the house, the door locked behind them.
Takao arched an eyebrow as he took his shoes off. “Shin-chan is being forceful. I like it.”
“Shut up Takao.” Midorima said as he went up the stairs and into the other boy’s bedroom.
Takao sprawled out on his bed, watching Midorima, who hesitated for a few seconds. He crawled out onto the bed, bracing over Takao. The other boy reached up, arms wrapping around Midorima’s shoulders. He shivered, and leaned in, and kissed Takao. Each kiss lasted longer than the last, Midorima losing himself in the feeling of Takao’s lips against his, the slow brush of hands over his body. Midorima groaned low in his throat when Takao’s fingers slid over bare skin-somehow between kisses Takao had unbuttoned his shirt. Midorima let him push it off his shoulders and off of his body. The kisses traveled from Midorima’s mouth to his jaw, neck, down his chest. By the time Takao’s mouth closed over Midorima’s nipple he was breathing hard.
Midorima touched the other boy, hands sliding down Takao’s torso, breath hitching at the way Takao arched under him. His hand moved lower, brushing over the front of Takao’s pants.
“Damn…” Takao muttered, hiding his face. Midorima blushed as well, the flat of his palm rubbing over the growing bulge in Takao’s pants.
“Can I do something about this?” Midorima grew a little bolder, intrigued by the length twitching against his hand.
“Yeah-yeah, if you want.” Takao replied, voice breathy and uneven. Midorima unbuckled Takao’s belt and unfastened the button, slowly drawing the zipper down. He tugged on the pants, Takao lifting his hips to help. Midorima worked Takao’s pants and boxers down.
"It's not as big as Shin-chan's." Takao said. His cheeks were flushed, lips swollen from their kisses.
"Shut-up Takao." Midorima lowered his gaze His fingers brushed along Takao's stomach the touch ghosting against Takao's length. Takao was decently sized, but what struck Midorima was how thick it was. His touch continued lower, fingers tracing along the hard length, teasingly wrapping around Takao's cock.
He stroked slowly, getting used to the feel of Takao in his hand. Midorima glanced up at the sound that passed Takao's lips. Takao had his head tipped back, one arm covering his face. His lips were parted, breath coming in shallow pants. Midorima continued to stroke at the other boy's cock enjoying the heavy weight and thickness in his hand. His thumb brushed over the head of Takao's cock, the boy's hips bucking up under him. His thumb passed over the head of Takao's cock again and again, precum coating Midorima's thumb.
"Shin-chan--" Takao moaned, once more moving under Midorima.
"Look at me." Midorima reached with his other hand, moving Takao's arm. The other boy was red, the color spreading down Takao's neck disappearing under his shirt. His eyes were dark, unfocused, a little wider than normal. Midorima released the boy's cock, brought his thumb to his mouth, and licked it, tasting the boy's precum. It was salty and bitter but not entirely unpleasant. Midorima shifted, moving down Takao's body, nudging the boy's knees further apart.
"Watch me, Takao." Midorima murmured, lips brushing against the boy's skin. Midorima steadied himself as he kissed along the sharp jut of Takao's hip. He felt the tremor move through the other boy. Midorima licked at Takao's length before wrapping his lips around it and taking him into his mouth. Midorima shivered at the feeling of Takao trembling around him. He sucked lightly, getting used to the feel and taste of the other boy. His lips stretched around Takao's cock, Midorima ignoring the slight discomfort. Takao's thighs were tense under his hands, and he lessened his grip, running his hands up and down leanly muscled legs.
It took him a little while to get used to it, once or twice taking Takao too far down his throat, and he pulled away spluttering. He wiped his mouth, hand once again wrapping around Takao's cock and stroking until he felt comfortable wrapping his mouth around it again. He sucked, loving the sounds that came from Takao. The other boy writhed under him, breathy needy sounds coming from him.
Midorima shivered feeling Takao's fingers working into his hair. He relaxed his mouth, Takao's fingers curling in his hair guiding him up and down. Midorima moaned around the length, warmth spreading through his own body. His own cock was uncomfortably hard, his hips dropped against the bed, rubbing as he sucked Takao down.
"Oh shit, Shin-chan..." Takao murmured. "That's so fucking hot." His hips rocked up, Midorima spluttering once more before willing himself to relax. His eyes closed as pet his hair, hips moving, cock sliding easily in and out of his mouth. He groaned, his hands moving up Takao's thighs, petting over the boy's body.
Midorima released Takao's cock with a wet pop, and nuzzled at the boy's hip. "You taste good."
"Don't say that." Takao responded almost instantly, blush getting darker. He tugged on Midorima's hair. "Don't stop? Please, Shin-chan?"
"Feels good?"
Takao's response was a throaty moan when Midorima took him down again. Midorima took his time, head bobbing between Takao's legs. Slick sounds slid past his lips, filling the space between them. Takao's fingers tangled in his hair, Midorima taking him as deep as he could, feeling the boy in the back of his throat. Midorima swallowed, taking him that deep again and again.
Midorima lifted his head when Takao tugged sharply on his hair. "Shin-chan I'm gonna..." His sentence cut off as he groaned body tensing and arching. Midorima flinched when Takao came, the hot fluid splattering onto his face. He breathed through his nose, feeling it drip off of his glasses and off his face.
"Shin-chan I'm sorry," Takao scrambled up, jostling Midorima. He reached for Midorima, who had risen to his knees. There wasn't any laughter in Takao's voice, and the other boy genuinely looked embarrassed.
"That was unexpected," Midorima removed his glasses, wiping them on his shirt.
"I dare say a surprise?" Takao's voice was light, a slight hint of teasing.
"Shut up Takao." Midorima replaced his glasses, raising the hem of his shirt to wipe his face. Takao closed the space between them, fingers brushing against Midorima's cheek, lifting the mess from the boy's face. Midorima stared as Takao licked his fingers clean, and then licked Midorima's cheek.
"That's dirty," Midorima muttered, gently shoving at Takao.
"I don't care; it's mine."
Midorima rolled his eyes and wiped his face with his shirt, tugging it off and tossing it across the room. He tugged Takao back down on the bed with him. The other boy fell back willingly, curling around Midorima. Takao's head rested against Midorima's chest, arms around his waist. Midorima slowly relaxed into the hold, enjoying their closeness and the feel of Takao's hair sliding through his fingers.
"So does this mean Shin-chan returns my feelings?"
"Shut up Takao."
Pairing: Midorima/Takao.
Rating/Contains/word count: Light R/blow job/ 5,378
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko no Basket, I do not make profit from it.
Summary: Sometimes it really is as simple as letting things fall into place.
Notes: One-shot. Please feel free to leave me your thoughts and constructive crit.
Bad news Cancer: you’re last today! Be prepared for many surprises, none of which you’re prepared for. Stave off unpleasant shock by carrying a banana.
Midorima pushed his glasses up his nose, and turned off the television with a heavy sigh. He picked up his breakfast dishes and washed them in the sink, before checking the clock. Takao was late-which was a little disconcerning. Midorima picked up a banana on his way out of the kitchen, and stuck it into his school bag. He put on his shoes and left the house. At end of the walkway Takao was struggling with the gate of the fence. Midorima frowned, looking past the other boy not seeing the rickshaw.
“Where is the bike?”
Takao managed to get the gate unlatched, a screw flying out and clattering to the pavement. “There was a flat tired this morning; my dad will fix it when he gets back from his trip. I don’t have enough to get a new tire. I just bought new shoes.”
“I suppose we can walk.”
“Well, unless Shin-chan somehow managed to grow wings overnight, we’re walking.” Takao looked up at him, normal smile in place.
“Shut up Takao.”
Takao snorted, but didn’t say anything, simply falling into step with Midorima. The walk to school was decent, the morning clear and a little brisk. Midorima rubbed his hands together, making a mental note to dig his gloves out from the closet when he got home.
“Here,” Takao shoved a few pages of notebook paper at him. “You’ll need to look at this, it’s an easier way to do the math problems we were talking about yesterday. I think sensei is going to give us a quiz.”
Midorima took the notes, looking them over. Takao had come up with a way to skip a couple of steps, approved by the instructor that still managed to get the same result as doing it longhand. “I was under that impression too.”
“Not a surprise then,” Takao smirked at him. Midorima looked down at the other boy, not validating the statement with a response. They passed through the school gates into near chaos as students milled around the courtyard talking with friends.
Takao slipped away somewhere between the front doors of the school and the homeroom. Midorima went to his seat, still going over Takao’s notes. The other boy’s handwriting was neat and concise, one of the things Midorima liked about him. Each step was laid out properly and without extra layers of fluff. Midorima turned over the last page, and quickly stuffed the notes back into his bag. Takao had drawn a little comic of what Midorima assumed was Takao in a cheerleader outfit, with the encouraging kanji all around it.
Midorima looked up when Takao and a group of girls walked in. Takao was telling some story, his hands moving, expression wide open and happy. The girls clung to his every word. Midorima looked down at his desk, a little startled by the pang of jealousy that went through his chest. He had heard the story before, it was one that Takao told him a couple of days ago. But the way the girls looked at him-Midorima wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about that.
Morning classes continued without incident, Midorima thankful that that his ‘lucky item’ was blocking whatever fate determined to throw in his direction. There was a pop quiz in the math class he and Takao shared, neither of them surprised, even as the class grumbled around them. He worked on the exam, grateful, though he’d never admit it out loud, that Takao showed him an easier way to do the problems. He worked steadily, making sure to check and double check his work. He wasn’t willing to leave any errors. Takao finished first, dropping the test face down on the teacher’s desk. He returned to his seat, Midorima a little distracted when the other boy passed his desk.
His eyes followed the other boy, and he watched as Takao slumped back in his seat, eyes closed. A few pieces of hair fell into the other boy’s face, Midorima’s fingers itched to push it out of Takao’s face. Midorima felt color rise on his own face and he turned back to the paper on his desk, finishing up the last few problems, distracted by the thought of how Takao’s hair would feel against his skin. He turned in his test a few minutes later, and other students followed suit.
The bell sounded, they stood, bowed to the teacher and left the room. Around them other students swirled, the hallways becoming filled with people. Lunch was always a less than ordered affair, and it left Midorima more often than not overwhelmed and unsteady. He started at the feeling of someone gripping his sleeve. Takao pulled him through the sea of students, up a couple flights of stairs, and through the door that led to the roof. Up here it was quiet and peaceful. The sky above them stretched out pale blue with the clouds crowding at the horizon.
“I’m going to get a drink.” Takao left his side, and darted back through the door. Midorima sat against the wall that protected students from the nothingness of being three stories up. The overhang provided slight shade, but still allowed a gentle breeze. He unwrapped his bento, looked up when Takao pushed the door open once again. The boy offered him a can of sweet red bean soda, and sat down next to Midorima with his own bottle of juice.
They were close enough together that their legs touched. Midorima tried his hardest to focus on lunch rather than the heat coming off of the other boy. The touch reassured him in a way that he couldn’t quite explain.
“Want to come over after practice?” Takao broke the silence first. “I’ve got the new issues of ‘Basketball Monthly”, and the quarterly edition should be in the mail today.” His bento box clattered as he put it back together.
“It’ll be quiet, my mom went with my dad on a business trip so the kids won’t be there.”
Midorima, at first, had been disturbed with how loud Takao’s house was on a daily basis. Takao’s mother, a beautiful and overly generous woman watched the neighborhood children in an unofficial daycare, and ran a circle for new mothers. He had been surprised that Takao managed to get any homework done. Midorima’s house was always quiet, his mother the traditional housewife, his father often working late hours at the hospital. Secretly, Midorima preferred the disorganized chaos of Takao’s home. It seemed nice despite the constant noise and the chatter.
“You want me to stay over?” The question was out of his mouth before he could stop it. Takao to his merit, was quiet for a few minutes before responding.
“It’s not like I’d get lonely or anything, but if Shin-chan’s that worried, I wouldn’t mind.”
“I’m not worried about you.”
“You’re being cute.” Takao was suddenly in his space. Midorima blinked, focusing on the grey eyes peering into his own. His breath hitched in his chest, feeling his head tip just slightly to the right, lips parted. He could feel the pressure of Takao’s body against his, the warmth moving through him, burning him from the outside in.
“Don’t fight it Shin-chan,” Takao said, voice purring into Midorima’s ear.
“Don’t tease me,” Midorima pushed him away just as Takao’s lips collided with his jaw. A jolt went through him , the hairs at the back of his neck standing up. He scrambled to his feet, feeling his face burn desperately willing his body not to betray him. He was halfway across the roof in two steps, his hand on the bar to push the door open. He glanced over his shoulder at Takao, seeing the other boy in a crumpled heap. He pushed open the door and clattered down the stairs, jaw clenched his whole body tense.
Afternoon classes crawled on, Midorima half paying attention, his mind occupied with the fleeting sensation of Takao’s lips against his skin. The faint touch and memory of how it felt lead to other thoughts, of other places Takao could put his mouth. To places that he could put his mouth on Takao. Midorima squirmed, distracted by the thought of what it would feel like to have Takao touch him.
He snuck a glance at the other boy who was staring a bit glassy eyed at the chalkboard. Midorima flushed again, looking away when Takao turned his gaze to him and winked. In his haste, Midorima knocked his book off his desk, startling the entire class.
“Is there a problem Midorima-kun?” Their instructor looked up from the text, fixing Midorima with a stern look.
“I don’t feel well, may I go to the nurse?” The lie fell easily from Midorima’s lips.
“Takao-kun, please escort Midorima-kun to the nurse’s office. I know she’s out on errand, please stay with him until she returns.”
Midorima gathered up his things, hearing Takao do the same. He walked out of the classroom, and down the hall, Takao a step or two behind him. “You don’t have to come with me you know.”
“I want to make sure you’re okay.” Takao had fallen into step with him. “You really don’t look well, was it something you ate?” He grabbed Midorima’s sleeve, forcing him to stop. Takao reached up, hand against Midorima’s forehead.
“I’m fine.” Midorima said calmly, pulling away. Takao’s hand was cool and gentle and it made his heart pound.
The nurse’s station was empty, Midorima taking comfort in one of the beds on the far end of the room. Takao sat in the bedside chair, and pulled out a manga. One of the windows was open, a gentle breeze making the curtains around the bed move. Outside there was a class playing soccer.
“You shouldn’t read that here.” Midorima said. He removed his glasses, putting them on the low table next to the bed, and turned onto his side.
“You shouldn’t fake being sick.” Takao muttered right back, turning a page, not looking at Midorima.
Midorima pulled the blankets up around his shoulders, and curled up around the pillow. Minutes stretched, he closed his eyes and just as he was on the brink of sleep Takao said something that made him instantly awake.
“I like Shin-chan.”
Midorima held his breath for a few seconds, before remembering that he was supposed to be asleep, and forced his breathing to be slow and even. Takao didn’t say anything other than that, the sound of pages turning lulling Midorima off.
He awoke a little while later, the nurse gently shaking him. He sat up, allowed her to take his temperature and fuss over him. His stomach had started to hurt, and he was pretty sure it had nothing to do with what he had eaten earlier. He glanced over at the chair next to the bed and fought back a snort of laughter.
Takao had fallen asleep as well, manga dangling precariously from his fingertips, his head tossed back, soft snores coming from him. His whole body was relaxed legs sprawled out in front of him. Someone, Midorima suspected the nurse, had covered him with a blanket as well. The nurse came back with an aspirin and a couple of antacids.
“You’re free to go to practice, just please take it easy.” She took the cup from Midorima and glanced at the clock. “Make sure that both of you get adequate sleep. You’re still growing.” She turned her back to Midorima, shaking Takao awake.
They walked to the gym together, Takao stretching and yawning, Midorima feeling something settle in the pit of his stomach. They changed, joined the rest of the team. Practice was intense, their upperclassmen running drills and scrimmages almost as hard as their training camps. By the time it was over they were all drenched with sweat and Midorima’s legs had started to seize up. He trudged after Takao into the locker room.
The senpai had left the locker room by the time Midorima got out of the shower. Takao was there too, sitting on the bench also there, the other boy in school uniform pants, hair plastered to his head, water trickling down his back.
“You still want to come over?” Takao sounded exhausted.
“Yeah,” Midorima said as he rubbed his own hair with a towel. “Did you even bother drying off?”
“I thought Shin-chan was going to help me.” Takao replied, rummaging in his locker.
“You’re insufferable,” Midorima muttered. He stepped close, heart suddenly pounding too hard in his chest. He wiped Takao’s back with his towel. The other boy turned, and watched Midorima, smile in place on his face. Midorima met his gaze, and rubbed the boy’s shoulders with the towel accepting the dare.
“Shin-chan is a pervert.” Takao’s voice betrayed him, Midorima noticing the slight shake to his words.
“Did you mean what you said in the infirmary?”
“You heard that?” Takao attempted to step away, his back hitting the locker behind him. Midorima stepped toward him, closing the space.
“I heard you, did you mean it?” Midorima braced his hands on either side of Takao pinning him against the lockers.
“I don’t expect you to respond or return my feelings.” Takao lifted his chin, cheeks dark red.
“Takao.”
The other boy’s jaw clenched, Takao lowered his eyes. “Yeah, I like Shin-chan.”
Midorima shivered, his heart seemingly skipping a beat. “Look at me and say it, Takao.”
“Shin-chan is cruel,” Takao lifted his gaze, blinked, looked away and returned his gaze to Midorima. “But I like Shin-chan.”
His breath caught in his chest, his stomach seemingly dropping in his body. Midorima’s fingers brushed over Takao’s jaw, thumb tracing over his lower lip. Takao’s lips parted, Midorima leaned in closing the distance between them mouth closing awkwardly over Takao’s. Seconds passed before Takao was responding eagerly kissing him back. Midorima groaned against the other boy’s mouth, pressing closer, tongue slipping past parted lips. He shivered at the sensation of Takao’s fingers sliding into his hair, Midorima as close as possible, the heat of skin to skin contact driving him mad.
They pulled away minutes later, Midorima shaky and breathing hard. Takao kissed at his cheek, his jaw, down his neck. Each press of the boy’s lips to his skin felt like a static shock. Takao’s hands slid down his back, over the towel, pressing at Midorima’s ass just to bring their hips flush together. Midorima leaned down, capturing Takao’s mouth again, kissing hard and hungry, glasses knocked askew.
“We should go,” Midorima murmured, his lips brushing Takao’s. “We’ll get locked in the school.” Regretfully he pulled away from Takao and dressed. He could feel the other boy’s eyes on him, goose bumps raising on Midorima’s skin.
They left the school, Midorima pausing outside the gates. “You want to go on ahead and I’ll go pick up a change of clothes and come over?”
Takao nodded, looking up from his phone. “Come on over when you can.”
“I won’t be long.” Midorima paused, shifted his weight from foot to foot. “You want me to pick up something to eat?” Takao nodded, sliding his phone back into his pocket. Midorima watched as the other boy walked off, hands shoved his pockets, his shoulders slumped. Midorima headed home, toeing off his shoes. His mother met him at the door.
“Is it okay if I stay at Takao’s tonight?” He asked, shifting his weight again. “His parents are out of town, and we really will sleep, we’ve got school and practice in the morning.”
“Of course.” His mother said, watching him. “Though you could have brought him here. I have a fondness for Takao-kun.”
“He flirts with you.” Midorima muttered, shrugging out of his school jacket.
“He’s a sweet boy,” His mother said as Midorima passed. He hid a smile at her slight flush, knowing full well that Takao laid it on thick and flirted with most everyone’s mothers. He went upstairs and packed a quick overnight bag. He kissed his mother’s cheek and left the house. He walked to Takao’s, enjoying the night air, stopping by a take-out place to order food for both of them. From there it was only a couple of blocks to Takao’s. He knocked on the door before letting himself in. He found Takao sprawled on the couch, game controller in his lap.
“Food?” Midorima held up the bag.
Takao sat up, making room for Midorima on the couch. “Your parents okay with this?”
Midorima opened the bag, splitting up the food and handed Takao a container and a set of chopsticks. “Yeah, I promised we wouldn’t be up all night playing games.”
Takao dug in, Midorima following suit. “There’s nothing wrong with playing games all night.”
“Not on a school night.” Midorima muttered around a mouthful of noodles. He reached out, shoved at Takao. “Quit hitting on my mother.”
“I’d hit on Shin-chan, but he gets upset when I do that.” Takao blew a kiss at him and stole a dumpling from Midorima’s container.
“Be patient with me.” Midorima muttered, handing over another one.
“I wasn’t going to rush you.” Takao got into a rice container, dumping half of it into his leftover sauce. He mixed the two and began to shovel it into his mouth. “I know Shin-chan is awkward.”
“I’m not awkward.” Midorima responded, refolding his empty containers and putting them back into the plastic bag. “I’m just not a tramp.”
“You’re being cruel again,” Takao shoved back at him. “I’m not a tramp, I’m friendly.”
Midorima arched an eyebrow and took the controller from Takao’s lap and began to play the level. He died three times, amused by the strangled choking sounds the other boy made each time he did. Eventually he got a hang of the game, once he stopped listening to Takao’s ‘hints’.
“You really suck at this.” Takao was in his space after a little while, his body a line of incredible heat against Midorima.
“I like to actually go outside and do things.”
“Such a little prick.” Takao snickered, and licked the curve of Midorima’s neck.
He spluttered, dropping the controller, and turning to look wide eyed at the other boy. “Takao!”
“Shin-chan!” Takao cried out, tackling Midorima to the couch. Midorima blinked, startled up at the other boy. Takao straddled his lap, hands wandering Midorima’s torso.
“Takao- I-“
“I know.” Takao said. He leaned down and kissed Midorima’s mouth lightly, the slight touch again sending sparks through Midorima. “We should probably go to bed anyway, it’s getting pretty late.”
He rolled effortlessly off of Midorima and picked up the trash from their dinner, padding barefoot from the living room to the kitchen. Midorima could hear him rummaging around as he mentally counted to ten to get control of himself.
“You want a bath?” Takao leaned in the doorway, rubbing at his eyes. Midorima lingered too long on the disheveled appearance, liking the way that Takao’s hair stuck out at odd angles.
“I’ll take a shower in the morning if you don’t mind.” Midorima turned off the game and got off the couch. He picked up his bag on the way up the stairs to Takao’s bedroom. Takao stripped off his own shirt, and was down to his boxers before Midorima could look away. He shuffled past Midorima to brush his teeth.
****
Midorima looked around the room. He had been here many times, the other boy’s room on the surface neat and organized. Upon closer inspection the bookshelf was out of order, magazines were tucked everywhere and clothes were tucked under the bed. He started to change into his pajamas and went to brush his teeth as well. By the time he was done, Takao was curled up on one side of his bed.
“Come on, the bed’s big enough for us to share, I don’t want to dig out the futon.” Takao lifted the corner of the blankets. Midorima hesitated for a moment, distracting himself by turning off the light. He crawled under the blankets and handed his glasses to Takao who put them out of the way. He turned on his side, burrowing under the blankets. Takao pressed against his back, arms sneaking around Midorima. He tensed briefly, but relaxed as he listened to the slow even breaths from Takao. He too slipped off to sleep comforted by the warmth at his back and the embrace.
The gentle bleeping of Takao’s cell phone alarm woke Midorima. It was still early, the barest hint of light peeking around the edges of the curtains. He shifted slightly, bringing the blankets up around him once more. Takao’s grip on him had loosened the other boy snoring against his shoulder. Midorima tried to pull away, shivering when the other boy just groaned and pressed closer. He flushed darkly realizing that Takao was hard, erection pressing against Midorima’s ass. He tried to tell himself that it was only natural, they were both male, and it was morning-the thought process didn’t help his own hard on. Takao pressed closer, still, murmuring in his sleep. Midorima stifled a groan feeling his own cock twitch in response. Curious, he shifted his hips back, rubbing against the other boy. Pleasure flooded his body at the feeling, and the thought of having Takao in him like that. Face burning he slid his hand into his pajama bottoms, fingers wrapping around his own hard cock. He touched himself, hips occaisionally moving back against Takao-who for all intents and purposes was still asleep. Midorima muffled the sound of his orgasm, wiping his fingers on the t-shirt he wore to sleep in.
He jerked away when Takao’s phone went off again, the alarm more shrill and demanding than the first. Takao rolled over, hand slapping at the phone before sitting up. “Morning Shin-chan.” He muttered, scratching idly at his stomach.
Midorima looked back at him and grunted. The bed moved as Takao shifted and rolled out of bed. He walked past Midorima and left the room. Midorima managed to haul himself out of bed properly, and rummaged in his bag for his things. Takao hadn’t come back by the time he pulled his school clothes out, so he made the bed, tucking the corners of the blanket under the mattress.
“Shower’s free.” Takao said coming back into the room. He had put on a fresh pair of boxers, towel around his neck. “Sorry, I was all sweaty and stuff, it got hot last night.” There was a faint pink tint to his cheeks. Midorima nodded, and went to shower as well.
He showered, resisting, just barely the urge to jerk off again, and got dressed, making sure to leave the bathroom as he had found it. He went downstairs, Takao at the table, chewing on a piece of toast.
“Breakfast,” He pointed to the stack of toast and bowl of miso and tea. Midorima plopped into the chair next to him. “Horoscope should be on next.”
Midorima took a piece of toast and started to eat, idly watching as the news reporter went on about stocks and exchange. “Thank you for the food.” The horoscope came on, he listened mainly for Scorpio and his own.
Bad luck cancer, you’re on the bottom again! Don’t rush into anything today, in fact consider your options for a little while. Today’s lucky item is an umbrella!”
Midorima felt Takao tense next to him. The other boy got up from the table, and dumped his dishes into the sink. “I have an umbrella you can borrow.”
Midorima finished his meal, his dishes joining Takao’s in the sink.
The next few days seemed to stretch endlessly in front of Midorima. He tried to give Takao space, a little overwhelmed with the thought of the other boy’s feelings for him, and the fact that he simply wanted Takao. He hadn’t really thought about anyone in the way he had thought about the other boy. Takao had continued to be around him, sharing bento at lunch and staying late with him after practice. The little things stuck out most to Midorima. The way Takao’s fingers would brush his in passing, the tip of Takao’s head as he listened when they talked. More and more his thoughts turned to Takao and the way Midorima felt when he was with him. He was happy, but so much more than on the simple base level of joy. Takao made him feel things-made him feel like he wasn’t alone, and it was okay to have others in his life with him.
After Saturday practice Midorima followed Takao into the locker room. The senpai had already left, the locker room abandoned. “Can I come over?”
Takao looked over his shoulder at Midorima as he tugged off his practice jersey. “Sure, my parents are having a ‘date night’”. He made air quotes and winked at Midorima.
“Pervert,” Midorima muttered as he went to the showers.
“Takes one to know one Shin-chan!” Takao called back happily.
Midorima showered and changed back into street clothes and waited for Takao. The other boy followed soon after and they went back to Takao’s place. “Upstairs.” Midorima murmured when they got into the house, the door locked behind them.
Takao arched an eyebrow as he took his shoes off. “Shin-chan is being forceful. I like it.”
“Shut up Takao.” Midorima said as he went up the stairs and into the other boy’s bedroom.
Takao sprawled out on his bed, watching Midorima, who hesitated for a few seconds. He crawled out onto the bed, bracing over Takao. The other boy reached up, arms wrapping around Midorima’s shoulders. He shivered, and leaned in, and kissed Takao. Each kiss lasted longer than the last, Midorima losing himself in the feeling of Takao’s lips against his, the slow brush of hands over his body. Midorima groaned low in his throat when Takao’s fingers slid over bare skin-somehow between kisses Takao had unbuttoned his shirt. Midorima let him push it off his shoulders and off of his body. The kisses traveled from Midorima’s mouth to his jaw, neck, down his chest. By the time Takao’s mouth closed over Midorima’s nipple he was breathing hard.
Midorima touched the other boy, hands sliding down Takao’s torso, breath hitching at the way Takao arched under him. His hand moved lower, brushing over the front of Takao’s pants.
“Damn…” Takao muttered, hiding his face. Midorima blushed as well, the flat of his palm rubbing over the growing bulge in Takao’s pants.
“Can I do something about this?” Midorima grew a little bolder, intrigued by the length twitching against his hand.
“Yeah-yeah, if you want.” Takao replied, voice breathy and uneven. Midorima unbuckled Takao’s belt and unfastened the button, slowly drawing the zipper down. He tugged on the pants, Takao lifting his hips to help. Midorima worked Takao’s pants and boxers down.
"It's not as big as Shin-chan's." Takao said. His cheeks were flushed, lips swollen from their kisses.
"Shut-up Takao." Midorima lowered his gaze His fingers brushed along Takao's stomach the touch ghosting against Takao's length. Takao was decently sized, but what struck Midorima was how thick it was. His touch continued lower, fingers tracing along the hard length, teasingly wrapping around Takao's cock.
He stroked slowly, getting used to the feel of Takao in his hand. Midorima glanced up at the sound that passed Takao's lips. Takao had his head tipped back, one arm covering his face. His lips were parted, breath coming in shallow pants. Midorima continued to stroke at the other boy's cock enjoying the heavy weight and thickness in his hand. His thumb brushed over the head of Takao's cock, the boy's hips bucking up under him. His thumb passed over the head of Takao's cock again and again, precum coating Midorima's thumb.
"Shin-chan--" Takao moaned, once more moving under Midorima.
"Look at me." Midorima reached with his other hand, moving Takao's arm. The other boy was red, the color spreading down Takao's neck disappearing under his shirt. His eyes were dark, unfocused, a little wider than normal. Midorima released the boy's cock, brought his thumb to his mouth, and licked it, tasting the boy's precum. It was salty and bitter but not entirely unpleasant. Midorima shifted, moving down Takao's body, nudging the boy's knees further apart.
"Watch me, Takao." Midorima murmured, lips brushing against the boy's skin. Midorima steadied himself as he kissed along the sharp jut of Takao's hip. He felt the tremor move through the other boy. Midorima licked at Takao's length before wrapping his lips around it and taking him into his mouth. Midorima shivered at the feeling of Takao trembling around him. He sucked lightly, getting used to the feel and taste of the other boy. His lips stretched around Takao's cock, Midorima ignoring the slight discomfort. Takao's thighs were tense under his hands, and he lessened his grip, running his hands up and down leanly muscled legs.
It took him a little while to get used to it, once or twice taking Takao too far down his throat, and he pulled away spluttering. He wiped his mouth, hand once again wrapping around Takao's cock and stroking until he felt comfortable wrapping his mouth around it again. He sucked, loving the sounds that came from Takao. The other boy writhed under him, breathy needy sounds coming from him.
Midorima shivered feeling Takao's fingers working into his hair. He relaxed his mouth, Takao's fingers curling in his hair guiding him up and down. Midorima moaned around the length, warmth spreading through his own body. His own cock was uncomfortably hard, his hips dropped against the bed, rubbing as he sucked Takao down.
"Oh shit, Shin-chan..." Takao murmured. "That's so fucking hot." His hips rocked up, Midorima spluttering once more before willing himself to relax. His eyes closed as pet his hair, hips moving, cock sliding easily in and out of his mouth. He groaned, his hands moving up Takao's thighs, petting over the boy's body.
Midorima released Takao's cock with a wet pop, and nuzzled at the boy's hip. "You taste good."
"Don't say that." Takao responded almost instantly, blush getting darker. He tugged on Midorima's hair. "Don't stop? Please, Shin-chan?"
"Feels good?"
Takao's response was a throaty moan when Midorima took him down again. Midorima took his time, head bobbing between Takao's legs. Slick sounds slid past his lips, filling the space between them. Takao's fingers tangled in his hair, Midorima taking him as deep as he could, feeling the boy in the back of his throat. Midorima swallowed, taking him that deep again and again.
Midorima lifted his head when Takao tugged sharply on his hair. "Shin-chan I'm gonna..." His sentence cut off as he groaned body tensing and arching. Midorima flinched when Takao came, the hot fluid splattering onto his face. He breathed through his nose, feeling it drip off of his glasses and off his face.
"Shin-chan I'm sorry," Takao scrambled up, jostling Midorima. He reached for Midorima, who had risen to his knees. There wasn't any laughter in Takao's voice, and the other boy genuinely looked embarrassed.
"That was unexpected," Midorima removed his glasses, wiping them on his shirt.
"I dare say a surprise?" Takao's voice was light, a slight hint of teasing.
"Shut up Takao." Midorima replaced his glasses, raising the hem of his shirt to wipe his face. Takao closed the space between them, fingers brushing against Midorima's cheek, lifting the mess from the boy's face. Midorima stared as Takao licked his fingers clean, and then licked Midorima's cheek.
"That's dirty," Midorima muttered, gently shoving at Takao.
"I don't care; it's mine."
Midorima rolled his eyes and wiped his face with his shirt, tugging it off and tossing it across the room. He tugged Takao back down on the bed with him. The other boy fell back willingly, curling around Midorima. Takao's head rested against Midorima's chest, arms around his waist. Midorima slowly relaxed into the hold, enjoying their closeness and the feel of Takao's hair sliding through his fingers.
"So does this mean Shin-chan returns my feelings?"
"Shut up Takao."