Beginners Luck! // Beginners!
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Beginners Luck! (AKA "Beginners Fuck")
Tachibana Danji/Shimura Teppei
R, 2216 words, pwp
Set at the end of the second episode of Beginners. Angry sex by the pool at night. [(see screencaps)]
The night after the swimming competition with Yamane, Teppei discovers Danji at the pool by himself, swimming furiously.
"What are you doing?" he calls down from his usual spot on the rooftop.
Danji stops mid-lane, looks up, and ducks back into the water without answering when he sees that it's Teppei. There's surliness in every line of his body as he strikes out again for the other side of the pool.
Teppei clicks his tongue with annoyance, but curiosity and boredom quickly get the better of him and he scampers down the stairs and around to the pool. Tilting his head in confusion, he watches Danji swimming with angry, messy strokes. Tachibana Danji is the best swimmer in their class, even if he did have a stick up his ass about it, and there was no reason for him to be out here practicing alone in the middle of the night.
As Danji's fingers touch the wall by his toes, realization hits Teppei. "Hey, I beat you earlier today! I was faster!"
"Go away," Danji growls, pushing his sopping hair out of his face. Noticeably, he doesn't argue the point.
Teppei is delighted, and points and laughs like a kid. He's so caught up in his glee that he doesn't notice Danji climbing out of the pool until he's right up in his face, wet and scowling. Water droplets cling to Danji's face-to his lips, his eyelashes, a little scar just below his temple-and the glimmer of temper in his dark eyes is both alluring and dangerous. He's standing so close that Teppei can actually feel his body heat though they're not touching. The laughter dies in Teppei's throat.
"T-Tachibana-" he tries, but then has to pause to clear his throat.
Danji smirks.
And then whatever Teppei had planned to say next is silenced by Danji's lips crashing against his own.
The kiss tastes really very bad, an unfortunate mixture of chlorine and the pork bentos they'd had for dinner, yet Teppei immediately finds himself getting hard. Danji's lips are as just as soft as they look and his kiss is just as demanding as his personality, and the heat of Danji's mouth is as hot and angry as Teppei feels. He parts his lips a little-to breathe-and then somehow Danji's tongue is stroking slickly against his own, and Teppei lets slip a moan of pleasure.
Danji's movements are swift and efficient. He has Teppei on his back on one of the soft plastic benches by the poolside in a matter of seconds. Together they peel off his clothes, tossing them in a pile at the poolside.
While Danji steps out of his swim trunks, Teppei stares unashamedly at Danji's cock, surprised to see how hard the other man already is. Danji is smaller than himself (something Teppei takes note of with extreme satisfaction), but thicker, and when Teppei reaches out to touch he finds that Danji is hot and heavy and completely satisfying in his hand.
"Yes," hisses Danji, swinging one leg across Teppei's lap to kneel above him. "Stroke it just like that."
"Don't boss me around," Teppei says, but he complies nevertheless.
Just as Teppei gets impatient and is about to demand that Danji do some work here too, Danji takes both of their cocks in one hand and strokes them together. Teppei's glad the bench he's lying on is plastic and that he has a hard skull, because the sight of them frotting against each other is so hot it has him jerking his head back in involuntary pleasure.
He's not one to be a passive observer in anything though, and soon Teppei's hands are joining Danji's in jerking them both off. It quickly becomes messy and awkward, fingers and foreskin getting pinched accidentally, and the pain is both frustrating and exciting.
"More," Teppei pants, seeking some sort of unnamed fulfillment. "I want... more."
It seems as though Danji doesn't hear for a moment, and Teppei is about to pull on his hair and make him listen, but then he stops and pulls away. "Fuck, wait a sec," he says, levering himself up to riffle through Teppei's clothes on the ground. "You don't have anything with you, do you? You look like the type to come prepared."
"What?" asks Teppei blankly. But his mind works quickly, and it doesn't take longer than a second for Danji's meaning to register. "Prepared for what, an ass-fucking? Oh sure, cause that's what I come out here every night for."
Shooting him a dirty look, Danji heads off towards the lockers without a word or a backward glance. Teppei sits up, feeling bereft, and stares in open-mouthed indignation at Danji's back.
"W-well, don't just leave!" he splutters. "It's not like I'm against finishing what we started! Hey!"
But a moment later Danji is back, with that insufferable disapproving crinkle in his brow. "Calm down. I was just trying to find something to use as lube."
"Can't you just put it in?" Teppei grouses, and that really makes Danji pause.
"Have you never..." he begins, and stops again. It's the first time Teppei has ever seen him hesitant, and he's not above enjoying Danji's discomfort even though he knows the subject will be ultimately embarrassing for himself.
"Are you... That is... Have you really never..."
"I've never."
"But... 'Peach'?"
Teppei just gives him a look, all sarcastic and self-deprecating.
"Well, shit."
Danji's face turns all blank and stoic, withdrawing into himself like usual, and for some reason that really pisses Teppei off. It pisses him off enough for him to flip the both of them over so that he's pressing Danji into the bench, and it pisses him off enough that it brings his hard-on surging back life.
"If you keep making that stick-up-your-ass face at me," he says, jerking Danji off roughly with one hand and pinching one of his nipples mercilessly with the other, "then I will be glad to really shove one up it for you."
"Ow! What the fuck is your problem!" Danji shoves Teppei hard, enough to send him stumbling back off the bench. He grabs Teppei's arm before he falls down and twists deftly, pinning Teppei back down on the bench beneath him. His strength is annoying too, but the angry flash is back in his eyes and Teppei is glad enough to see it that he doesn't mind much.
From his position underneath Danji, Teppei pokes an imperious finger at Danji's chest. "You started this, don't you dare leave until we're finished."
Danji runs a hand through his hair, slicking escaped strands of his bangs back, and sighs. "If you're really a virgin-"
"Well if you're gonna rub it in-!"
Squirming and struggling, Teppei tries to push Danji off him. He's not going to lie here and be made fun of, no matter how much he needs to get off-there's always his trusty right hand, after all-but Danji has the advantage and pins him down with his arms above his head.
"Can you not?!" A couple of chunks of his bangs fall down again, and he tries to blow them out of his eyes to no avail. "Look, it's not like I go around deflowering virgins all the time, okay?"
"Okay, fine, great, you're a moral and upstanding citizen. Now can we get on with it?"
"Fine," Danji says, "if you're sure." But he's already squeezing something out of a bottle (sun tan lotion? Teppei decides not to examine too closely) onto his fingers as he talks, so Teppei wiggles a little and gets as comfortable as he can.
He's tenses up when he first feels Danji's finger at his entrance, but the other man's movements are surprisingly gentle. "Touch yourself," Danji orders, "it'll help you relax." So he does, and it does help, so much that when Danji sticks the tip of a finger inside, it feels good instead of uncomfortable. The second and third fingers are definitely uncomfortable, but Danji's other hand is busy touching and stroking and massaging him, everywhere all at once, leaving burning trails of sensation on Teppei's skin. It's a heady feeling, enough that Teppei just wants Danji to give up stretching him and get on with it.
It stills burns, for all that he's well prepared, when Danji pushes inside. But Danji's hands are free to work Teppei's cock now, and Teppei's tolerance for pain is high, so it's not long before he's clutching at Danji's arms and demanding that he move.
For a fleeting moment, Teppei considers challenging Danji to see who can hold out the longest. But it takes Danji about four thrusts to find his prostate and as stars explode behind Teppei's eyes, he decides it's better to not start anything he knows he can't win. Still, as a point of personal pride, he tries to hold out for as long as he can, biting his lip as the pleasure increases.
"Don't hold back," Danji says, teasing Teppei's bottom lip out from between his teeth with a kiss. "I thought you liked making a lot of noise?"
"Have you thought about where Ryuzaki-sensei would smack us if we get caught?" Teppei retorts.
Unexpectedly, Danji laughs. It's a surprisingly uncool sound, high and nasal and even a bit squeaky. It unsettles something inside Teppei, makes him feel all fuzzy in his chest and pushes him that much closer to orgasm, and he finds himself pulling Danji down for another kiss.
"Mmh," Danji breathes, speaking right against his lips, "Good. You're so good."
In response, Teppei sucks rhythmically on Danji's tongue, trying to mimic Danji's thrusts. Danji moans again, then shifts his weight so he can reach a hand down between them and stroke Teppei. A few swipes with his thumb over the head of his cock and Teppei is sent over the edge, come spraying over both of their stomachs from the force of his orgasm. His breath comes out in a big shuddering groan halfway through, and then he can't help gasping and crying out, lost in the pleasure.
Danji doesn't last much longer after that, making Teppei wonder if he might have won a stamina competition after all. He comes quietly, continuing to thrust shallowly into Teppei and burying his face in the crook of Teppei's neck to muffle the little noises he makes.
When he's done, he falls to the side and nudges Teppei over, and somehow they manage to both fit on the bench by dint of Danji draping all his limbs over Teppei. It's warm, and the rise and fall of Teppei's chest matches well with that of Danji's, and Teppei is perfectly content to lie there and look at the stars all night.
But as his body cools down, his other senses kick back into action as well. The smell of the chlorine, the buzz of the poolside lights, the utter silence around them.
"Dude," he shoves at Danji to get him to move, but he must've used more strength than he'd realized because Danji tumbles right off the bench.
"What the fuck!"
Teppei makes the mistake of looking down at Danji. That glimmer of anger is back in his eyes, still alluring and still dangerous. But Teppei is spent, after his orgasm, and there's no anger or resentment to fling up as a defense. He jumps up and puts his clothes on hurriedly, not even bothering to clean himself up.
Danji makes no move to stop him as he goes, so his own body perversely does it instead. He pauses at the corner of the pool and turns back to find Danji kneeling by the side of the pool, splashing water onto his stomach to get rid of the traces of Teppei's come. It's this fastidiousness that brings back his violent dislike of the guy.
"If you're that picky about it, you should've said beforehand."
"It's not that. I'm not going through the whole building with your semen draped all over me though." Danji picks up his swim trunks and puts them on briskly but with no trace of embarrassment or rush.
Teppei wants to stop talking, he really does, but his mouth keeps running on ahead of his brain. "Well then next time do it in the pool. Or better yet in your room, since you have it all to yourself."
"Next time?" The way Danji looks at him is piercing, and like he might not be opposed to having a "next time" with Teppei.
Suddenly there's a constricted feeling in Teppei's chest that he can't figure out. It scares him so he lashes out in a knee-jerk reaction. "Yeah, you know, the next time you have sex with someone. If anyone will have you without being surprise attacked, that is."
Danji freezes. He looks away from Teppei, and his voice is blank and cold when he says, "Then you should've left when I gave you the chance, Shimura." He swipes his towel from the ground and brushes past.
As Teppei watches him walk away, his shoulders as straight as always, he mentally kicks himself for not watching his mouth more. Try as he might, he can't imagine himself apologizing or Danji accepting the apology, so he decides he'll just have to make it up to him some other way.
Note(s): Peach refers to the magazine that Teppei accidentally(?) brought with him in ep1.
Beginners Luck! (AKA "Beginners Fuck")
Tachibana Danji/Shimura Teppei
R, 2216 words, pwp
Set at the end of the second episode of Beginners. Angry sex by the pool at night. [(see screencaps)]
The night after the swimming competition with Yamane, Teppei discovers Danji at the pool by himself, swimming furiously.
"What are you doing?" he calls down from his usual spot on the rooftop.
Danji stops mid-lane, looks up, and ducks back into the water without answering when he sees that it's Teppei. There's surliness in every line of his body as he strikes out again for the other side of the pool.
Teppei clicks his tongue with annoyance, but curiosity and boredom quickly get the better of him and he scampers down the stairs and around to the pool. Tilting his head in confusion, he watches Danji swimming with angry, messy strokes. Tachibana Danji is the best swimmer in their class, even if he did have a stick up his ass about it, and there was no reason for him to be out here practicing alone in the middle of the night.
As Danji's fingers touch the wall by his toes, realization hits Teppei. "Hey, I beat you earlier today! I was faster!"
"Go away," Danji growls, pushing his sopping hair out of his face. Noticeably, he doesn't argue the point.
Teppei is delighted, and points and laughs like a kid. He's so caught up in his glee that he doesn't notice Danji climbing out of the pool until he's right up in his face, wet and scowling. Water droplets cling to Danji's face-to his lips, his eyelashes, a little scar just below his temple-and the glimmer of temper in his dark eyes is both alluring and dangerous. He's standing so close that Teppei can actually feel his body heat though they're not touching. The laughter dies in Teppei's throat.
"T-Tachibana-" he tries, but then has to pause to clear his throat.
Danji smirks.
And then whatever Teppei had planned to say next is silenced by Danji's lips crashing against his own.
The kiss tastes really very bad, an unfortunate mixture of chlorine and the pork bentos they'd had for dinner, yet Teppei immediately finds himself getting hard. Danji's lips are as just as soft as they look and his kiss is just as demanding as his personality, and the heat of Danji's mouth is as hot and angry as Teppei feels. He parts his lips a little-to breathe-and then somehow Danji's tongue is stroking slickly against his own, and Teppei lets slip a moan of pleasure.
Danji's movements are swift and efficient. He has Teppei on his back on one of the soft plastic benches by the poolside in a matter of seconds. Together they peel off his clothes, tossing them in a pile at the poolside.
While Danji steps out of his swim trunks, Teppei stares unashamedly at Danji's cock, surprised to see how hard the other man already is. Danji is smaller than himself (something Teppei takes note of with extreme satisfaction), but thicker, and when Teppei reaches out to touch he finds that Danji is hot and heavy and completely satisfying in his hand.
"Yes," hisses Danji, swinging one leg across Teppei's lap to kneel above him. "Stroke it just like that."
"Don't boss me around," Teppei says, but he complies nevertheless.
Just as Teppei gets impatient and is about to demand that Danji do some work here too, Danji takes both of their cocks in one hand and strokes them together. Teppei's glad the bench he's lying on is plastic and that he has a hard skull, because the sight of them frotting against each other is so hot it has him jerking his head back in involuntary pleasure.
He's not one to be a passive observer in anything though, and soon Teppei's hands are joining Danji's in jerking them both off. It quickly becomes messy and awkward, fingers and foreskin getting pinched accidentally, and the pain is both frustrating and exciting.
"More," Teppei pants, seeking some sort of unnamed fulfillment. "I want... more."
It seems as though Danji doesn't hear for a moment, and Teppei is about to pull on his hair and make him listen, but then he stops and pulls away. "Fuck, wait a sec," he says, levering himself up to riffle through Teppei's clothes on the ground. "You don't have anything with you, do you? You look like the type to come prepared."
"What?" asks Teppei blankly. But his mind works quickly, and it doesn't take longer than a second for Danji's meaning to register. "Prepared for what, an ass-fucking? Oh sure, cause that's what I come out here every night for."
Shooting him a dirty look, Danji heads off towards the lockers without a word or a backward glance. Teppei sits up, feeling bereft, and stares in open-mouthed indignation at Danji's back.
"W-well, don't just leave!" he splutters. "It's not like I'm against finishing what we started! Hey!"
But a moment later Danji is back, with that insufferable disapproving crinkle in his brow. "Calm down. I was just trying to find something to use as lube."
"Can't you just put it in?" Teppei grouses, and that really makes Danji pause.
"Have you never..." he begins, and stops again. It's the first time Teppei has ever seen him hesitant, and he's not above enjoying Danji's discomfort even though he knows the subject will be ultimately embarrassing for himself.
"Are you... That is... Have you really never..."
"I've never."
"But... 'Peach'?"
Teppei just gives him a look, all sarcastic and self-deprecating.
"Well, shit."
Danji's face turns all blank and stoic, withdrawing into himself like usual, and for some reason that really pisses Teppei off. It pisses him off enough for him to flip the both of them over so that he's pressing Danji into the bench, and it pisses him off enough that it brings his hard-on surging back life.
"If you keep making that stick-up-your-ass face at me," he says, jerking Danji off roughly with one hand and pinching one of his nipples mercilessly with the other, "then I will be glad to really shove one up it for you."
"Ow! What the fuck is your problem!" Danji shoves Teppei hard, enough to send him stumbling back off the bench. He grabs Teppei's arm before he falls down and twists deftly, pinning Teppei back down on the bench beneath him. His strength is annoying too, but the angry flash is back in his eyes and Teppei is glad enough to see it that he doesn't mind much.
From his position underneath Danji, Teppei pokes an imperious finger at Danji's chest. "You started this, don't you dare leave until we're finished."
Danji runs a hand through his hair, slicking escaped strands of his bangs back, and sighs. "If you're really a virgin-"
"Well if you're gonna rub it in-!"
Squirming and struggling, Teppei tries to push Danji off him. He's not going to lie here and be made fun of, no matter how much he needs to get off-there's always his trusty right hand, after all-but Danji has the advantage and pins him down with his arms above his head.
"Can you not?!" A couple of chunks of his bangs fall down again, and he tries to blow them out of his eyes to no avail. "Look, it's not like I go around deflowering virgins all the time, okay?"
"Okay, fine, great, you're a moral and upstanding citizen. Now can we get on with it?"
"Fine," Danji says, "if you're sure." But he's already squeezing something out of a bottle (sun tan lotion? Teppei decides not to examine too closely) onto his fingers as he talks, so Teppei wiggles a little and gets as comfortable as he can.
He's tenses up when he first feels Danji's finger at his entrance, but the other man's movements are surprisingly gentle. "Touch yourself," Danji orders, "it'll help you relax." So he does, and it does help, so much that when Danji sticks the tip of a finger inside, it feels good instead of uncomfortable. The second and third fingers are definitely uncomfortable, but Danji's other hand is busy touching and stroking and massaging him, everywhere all at once, leaving burning trails of sensation on Teppei's skin. It's a heady feeling, enough that Teppei just wants Danji to give up stretching him and get on with it.
It stills burns, for all that he's well prepared, when Danji pushes inside. But Danji's hands are free to work Teppei's cock now, and Teppei's tolerance for pain is high, so it's not long before he's clutching at Danji's arms and demanding that he move.
For a fleeting moment, Teppei considers challenging Danji to see who can hold out the longest. But it takes Danji about four thrusts to find his prostate and as stars explode behind Teppei's eyes, he decides it's better to not start anything he knows he can't win. Still, as a point of personal pride, he tries to hold out for as long as he can, biting his lip as the pleasure increases.
"Don't hold back," Danji says, teasing Teppei's bottom lip out from between his teeth with a kiss. "I thought you liked making a lot of noise?"
"Have you thought about where Ryuzaki-sensei would smack us if we get caught?" Teppei retorts.
Unexpectedly, Danji laughs. It's a surprisingly uncool sound, high and nasal and even a bit squeaky. It unsettles something inside Teppei, makes him feel all fuzzy in his chest and pushes him that much closer to orgasm, and he finds himself pulling Danji down for another kiss.
"Mmh," Danji breathes, speaking right against his lips, "Good. You're so good."
In response, Teppei sucks rhythmically on Danji's tongue, trying to mimic Danji's thrusts. Danji moans again, then shifts his weight so he can reach a hand down between them and stroke Teppei. A few swipes with his thumb over the head of his cock and Teppei is sent over the edge, come spraying over both of their stomachs from the force of his orgasm. His breath comes out in a big shuddering groan halfway through, and then he can't help gasping and crying out, lost in the pleasure.
Danji doesn't last much longer after that, making Teppei wonder if he might have won a stamina competition after all. He comes quietly, continuing to thrust shallowly into Teppei and burying his face in the crook of Teppei's neck to muffle the little noises he makes.
When he's done, he falls to the side and nudges Teppei over, and somehow they manage to both fit on the bench by dint of Danji draping all his limbs over Teppei. It's warm, and the rise and fall of Teppei's chest matches well with that of Danji's, and Teppei is perfectly content to lie there and look at the stars all night.
But as his body cools down, his other senses kick back into action as well. The smell of the chlorine, the buzz of the poolside lights, the utter silence around them.
"Dude," he shoves at Danji to get him to move, but he must've used more strength than he'd realized because Danji tumbles right off the bench.
"What the fuck!"
Teppei makes the mistake of looking down at Danji. That glimmer of anger is back in his eyes, still alluring and still dangerous. But Teppei is spent, after his orgasm, and there's no anger or resentment to fling up as a defense. He jumps up and puts his clothes on hurriedly, not even bothering to clean himself up.
Danji makes no move to stop him as he goes, so his own body perversely does it instead. He pauses at the corner of the pool and turns back to find Danji kneeling by the side of the pool, splashing water onto his stomach to get rid of the traces of Teppei's come. It's this fastidiousness that brings back his violent dislike of the guy.
"If you're that picky about it, you should've said beforehand."
"It's not that. I'm not going through the whole building with your semen draped all over me though." Danji picks up his swim trunks and puts them on briskly but with no trace of embarrassment or rush.
Teppei wants to stop talking, he really does, but his mouth keeps running on ahead of his brain. "Well then next time do it in the pool. Or better yet in your room, since you have it all to yourself."
"Next time?" The way Danji looks at him is piercing, and like he might not be opposed to having a "next time" with Teppei.
Suddenly there's a constricted feeling in Teppei's chest that he can't figure out. It scares him so he lashes out in a knee-jerk reaction. "Yeah, you know, the next time you have sex with someone. If anyone will have you without being surprise attacked, that is."
Danji freezes. He looks away from Teppei, and his voice is blank and cold when he says, "Then you should've left when I gave you the chance, Shimura." He swipes his towel from the ground and brushes past.
As Teppei watches him walk away, his shoulders as straight as always, he mentally kicks himself for not watching his mouth more. Try as he might, he can't imagine himself apologizing or Danji accepting the apology, so he decides he'll just have to make it up to him some other way.
Note(s): Peach refers to the magazine that Teppei accidentally(?) brought with him in ep1.