X^3=(2x1000)^7 (Nikaido/Senga, PG-13)
Title: X^3=(2x1000)^7
Pairing: Nikaido/Senga
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
AN: The title is diamondsjack's fault.
This is set in a verse coiled_iris and I created that... hasn't been written. Or well, whatever. Yara invited all of Butoukan and EbiKisu to his place for a game night. Most of them probably assume cards and video games, but Yara has something else in mind.
X^3=(2x1000)^7
"I dare you to kiss Senga," Fujigaya says, and adds "with tongue, for a full minute," because by this point they've all learned that being specific is important to prevent cheating.
Nikaido and Senga both blanch. "What?!"
Nikaido's already wracking his brains to find a loophole, but with instructions like that, there really isn't one. And he knows from experience that passing will only bring something worse in punishment.
His heart is pounding as he slowly crawls across to where Senga is sitting, not meeting his eyes. This isn't the worst dare to come out tonight, not by a long shot, but to Nikaido it feels like it. He'd never been opposed to kissing males, he just hadn't before tonight, and even then, kissing most of the present members was just a joke. It was embarrassing to start with, but fun and, he'll even admit, hot. But Senga is different. Senga is his best friend and he likes him, maybe a lot. He's the only one Nikaido has thought about kissing before.
Senga's always playful and flirty, and there's been an undercurrent of something else in their relationship for a long time, but they've both ignored it. It's a tension they've kept to manageable levels, and Nikaido is pretty sure that kissing Senga will change everything.
He's terrified.
Going slowly only prolongs the inevitable, and Nikaido is kneeling in front of Senga before he's ready. But he doesn't think he'll ever be ready, not for this. Senga's looking over Nikaido's shoulder, not protesting, although he swallows hard as Nikaido places a hand on the floor next to his hip and leans in.
"Okay?" Nikaido whispers, and he's glad that he doesn't have to say any more, because he knows his voice wouldn't be steady enough for anything else.
"Okay," Senga whispers back, just as Fujigaya crows out a "Go!" and presumably clicks the start on his watch timer.
Nikaido leans a bit closer and places his lips against Senga's, squeezing his eyes shut. Senga's lips are soft and warm beneath his, and Nikaido can feel the brush of air on his face as Senga breathes through his nose. When he tilts his head a bit, Senga inhales sharply, and the drag of their lips together makes Nikaido shiver. He hopes nobody can tell. Judging from the shouted protests, that's not what people are paying attention to, anyway.
"Where's the tongue?" Kawai calls out, and it's echoed by a half dozen voices.
"Yeah, come on!" Nikaido distantly wonders when Tamamori got so obnoxious, but then Senga helpfully opens his mouth beneath Nikaido and nothing else matters.
Nikaido runs his tongue over Senga's lip, and then further, to touch the tip of Senga's tongue with his own. He can feel himself growing warmer and it's okay somehow, the nervous lump in his stomach dissolving in the wash of heat that spreads through him. Senga curls his tongue around Nikaido's and it's different from kissing anyone else. His heart is still pounding just as hard as it was before, but now it feels like it's saying something: want, want... mine, mine.
Nikaido can hear the catcalling all around them, the whistles and jeers, but it's a quiet roar, drowned out by his heartbeat and the small sounds Senga makes that no one else can hear. Nikaido loses himself in Senga, touch, sound, smell, everything is SengaSengaSenga until suddenly Senga pulls away and Nikaido blinks. The clapping and cheers clue him in and he realizes that the minute is up. Senga is looking away, bright red, and so Nikaido crawls back to his own seat, hoping that no one realizes how unsteady he feels.
When reminded, he picks a person at random. "You're pretty flexible," he says to Tsukada's choice of truth. "Have you ever tried to suck yourself off?"
Tsukada's bright blush makes everyone burst out laughing before he even mutters a yes.
The game moves on and Nikaido isn't really paying much attention. All he can think about is the feel of Senga's lips on his, of Senga's tongue, and the fact that Senga was the one to pull away. The horrible nervous lump returns to Nikaido's stomach at that. Because just like he knew it would, his entire world shifted in that one minute. He doesn't want to think about it, about being given something like that, just for a brief moment, and then having it torn away again. Doesn't want to imagine never kissing Senga again. And yet he has to, because Senga clearly wasn't happy about the situation.
Nikaido is grateful for the distraction when Yara finally announces a game change, or a rule change, Nikaido isn't quite clear on the difference anymore. Everything seems to be the same, different ways to embarrass people that mostly revolve around the sexual, but there are rules, and Nikaido forces Senga from his mind and focuses on Yara's explanation.
Seven Minutes in... what?
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It's dark when the door is closed, but there's enough light spilling in at the bottom for Senga to just make out Nikaido's face. Nikaido isn't looking at him, isn't saying anything.
"So." Senga coughs.
"We don't have to do anything," Nikaido mumbles, and Senga feels disappointed. He'd hoped that maybe Nikaido felt the same way, would want to kiss him again.
"Oh. Okay." They're silent for a moment, and when Senga looks over at him, Nikaido is peeking from under his lashes.
"Did you..." Nikaido starts, then pauses.
"What?"
"Did you like it?" He looks away.
"...yes," Senga admits, and feels his cheeks heating again. And even though he's afraid of the answer: "Did you?"
A long pause again, and he can barely hear Nikaido's response. "Yes."
Senga wonders why this isn't getting anywhere. "Well, um. Then, maybe. Do you..." He trails off.
"Do you want to...?" Nikaido picks up, but he's not any more able to finish.
"Yes," Senga says, and reaches for him. He grabs hold of Nikaido's elbow and tugs him closer, presses his mouth against Nikaido's. It's awkward, not any smoother than before, but now there's no one watching. Senga leans closer and angles his head, and Nikaido makes a small noise of surprise before pressing back more firmly.
It gets better after that, more comfortable, their lips sliding together in a way that makes a spike of arousal run down Senga's spine. He whines and kisses harder, sliding his hand up to clutch at Nikaido's shoulder. Nikaido lets him, tugging Senga impossibly closer and bringing his hands up to fist the back of Senga's shirt.
Nikaido is actually the one to open his mouth first, and Senga's knees nearly give out on him. The first touch of their tongues makes him gasp and Nikaido stumbles back a step, pulling Senga with him as they hit the wall.
Nikaido grunts at the impact, probably harder than he would have liked, but he doesn't stop kissing Senga. Their tongues slide together, hot and wet, and it's a bit messy but Senga doesn't care. He feels like he's on fire and Nikaido is the problem and the solution all at once. Senga wants more, needs more, if he could just... something. He's not even sure what he wants, but the tease of Nikaido's tongue against his own is driving him crazy.
Nikaido helps though, because a moment later he slips his hands lower, releasing Senga's shirt to grab onto his hips instead, and Senga can feel Nikaido hard against him where they touch.
Senga wants to be embarrassed, and he is, a little, but it doesn't stop him from rolling his own erection into Nikaido's, both of them groaning, another rush of arousal bursting inside Senga and making him want. He kisses Nikaido harder, and it's a lot less awkward now, a lot more perfect, and Nikaido sounds amazing, moaning into Senga's mouth.
A loud knock on the door makes them spring apart. "TIME'S UP," Goseki says, and Senga stares at the door, breathing hard. He can hear Nikaido sucking in large gasps as well, but he can't bring himself to look. Afraid that the spell will be broken, that Nikaido will change his mind, or maybe even that Senga won't be able to stop himself from shoving Nikaido into the wall again.
The door opens and Senga blinks against the flood of light. There's a round of raucous laughter as he steps out, and he almost takes a step back. "Looks like seven minutes wasn't enough," Kawai comments loudly, and Senga goes back to his place in the circle knowing that everyone can see just how hard he is. Nikaido brushes past him on his way to his own seat, but he trails his fingers across Senga's lower back, and when Senga turns to look at him, Nikaido gives him a hint of a smile. It's comforting, and a pleasant warmth spreads through Senga's chest. He doesn't have to be afraid, and later when they're finished, after whatever else happens, Senga vows that he'll talk to Nikaido for real.
Let the others laugh. They all do, for everyone, all in the same position. They're turned on and embarrassed, and it's awkward and good, but in the end, it's just a game. Maybe they'll feel more comfortable with each other, maybe they'll mess around. But Senga won't, not with Nikaido. Because there, he thinks he's found something special.
Nikaido is no longer a game.
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Pairing: Nikaido/Senga
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
AN: The title is diamondsjack's fault.
This is set in a verse coiled_iris and I created that... hasn't been written. Or well, whatever. Yara invited all of Butoukan and EbiKisu to his place for a game night. Most of them probably assume cards and video games, but Yara has something else in mind.
X^3=(2x1000)^7
"I dare you to kiss Senga," Fujigaya says, and adds "with tongue, for a full minute," because by this point they've all learned that being specific is important to prevent cheating.
Nikaido and Senga both blanch. "What?!"
Nikaido's already wracking his brains to find a loophole, but with instructions like that, there really isn't one. And he knows from experience that passing will only bring something worse in punishment.
His heart is pounding as he slowly crawls across to where Senga is sitting, not meeting his eyes. This isn't the worst dare to come out tonight, not by a long shot, but to Nikaido it feels like it. He'd never been opposed to kissing males, he just hadn't before tonight, and even then, kissing most of the present members was just a joke. It was embarrassing to start with, but fun and, he'll even admit, hot. But Senga is different. Senga is his best friend and he likes him, maybe a lot. He's the only one Nikaido has thought about kissing before.
Senga's always playful and flirty, and there's been an undercurrent of something else in their relationship for a long time, but they've both ignored it. It's a tension they've kept to manageable levels, and Nikaido is pretty sure that kissing Senga will change everything.
He's terrified.
Going slowly only prolongs the inevitable, and Nikaido is kneeling in front of Senga before he's ready. But he doesn't think he'll ever be ready, not for this. Senga's looking over Nikaido's shoulder, not protesting, although he swallows hard as Nikaido places a hand on the floor next to his hip and leans in.
"Okay?" Nikaido whispers, and he's glad that he doesn't have to say any more, because he knows his voice wouldn't be steady enough for anything else.
"Okay," Senga whispers back, just as Fujigaya crows out a "Go!" and presumably clicks the start on his watch timer.
Nikaido leans a bit closer and places his lips against Senga's, squeezing his eyes shut. Senga's lips are soft and warm beneath his, and Nikaido can feel the brush of air on his face as Senga breathes through his nose. When he tilts his head a bit, Senga inhales sharply, and the drag of their lips together makes Nikaido shiver. He hopes nobody can tell. Judging from the shouted protests, that's not what people are paying attention to, anyway.
"Where's the tongue?" Kawai calls out, and it's echoed by a half dozen voices.
"Yeah, come on!" Nikaido distantly wonders when Tamamori got so obnoxious, but then Senga helpfully opens his mouth beneath Nikaido and nothing else matters.
Nikaido runs his tongue over Senga's lip, and then further, to touch the tip of Senga's tongue with his own. He can feel himself growing warmer and it's okay somehow, the nervous lump in his stomach dissolving in the wash of heat that spreads through him. Senga curls his tongue around Nikaido's and it's different from kissing anyone else. His heart is still pounding just as hard as it was before, but now it feels like it's saying something: want, want... mine, mine.
Nikaido can hear the catcalling all around them, the whistles and jeers, but it's a quiet roar, drowned out by his heartbeat and the small sounds Senga makes that no one else can hear. Nikaido loses himself in Senga, touch, sound, smell, everything is SengaSengaSenga until suddenly Senga pulls away and Nikaido blinks. The clapping and cheers clue him in and he realizes that the minute is up. Senga is looking away, bright red, and so Nikaido crawls back to his own seat, hoping that no one realizes how unsteady he feels.
When reminded, he picks a person at random. "You're pretty flexible," he says to Tsukada's choice of truth. "Have you ever tried to suck yourself off?"
Tsukada's bright blush makes everyone burst out laughing before he even mutters a yes.
The game moves on and Nikaido isn't really paying much attention. All he can think about is the feel of Senga's lips on his, of Senga's tongue, and the fact that Senga was the one to pull away. The horrible nervous lump returns to Nikaido's stomach at that. Because just like he knew it would, his entire world shifted in that one minute. He doesn't want to think about it, about being given something like that, just for a brief moment, and then having it torn away again. Doesn't want to imagine never kissing Senga again. And yet he has to, because Senga clearly wasn't happy about the situation.
Nikaido is grateful for the distraction when Yara finally announces a game change, or a rule change, Nikaido isn't quite clear on the difference anymore. Everything seems to be the same, different ways to embarrass people that mostly revolve around the sexual, but there are rules, and Nikaido forces Senga from his mind and focuses on Yara's explanation.
Seven Minutes in... what?
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It's dark when the door is closed, but there's enough light spilling in at the bottom for Senga to just make out Nikaido's face. Nikaido isn't looking at him, isn't saying anything.
"So." Senga coughs.
"We don't have to do anything," Nikaido mumbles, and Senga feels disappointed. He'd hoped that maybe Nikaido felt the same way, would want to kiss him again.
"Oh. Okay." They're silent for a moment, and when Senga looks over at him, Nikaido is peeking from under his lashes.
"Did you..." Nikaido starts, then pauses.
"What?"
"Did you like it?" He looks away.
"...yes," Senga admits, and feels his cheeks heating again. And even though he's afraid of the answer: "Did you?"
A long pause again, and he can barely hear Nikaido's response. "Yes."
Senga wonders why this isn't getting anywhere. "Well, um. Then, maybe. Do you..." He trails off.
"Do you want to...?" Nikaido picks up, but he's not any more able to finish.
"Yes," Senga says, and reaches for him. He grabs hold of Nikaido's elbow and tugs him closer, presses his mouth against Nikaido's. It's awkward, not any smoother than before, but now there's no one watching. Senga leans closer and angles his head, and Nikaido makes a small noise of surprise before pressing back more firmly.
It gets better after that, more comfortable, their lips sliding together in a way that makes a spike of arousal run down Senga's spine. He whines and kisses harder, sliding his hand up to clutch at Nikaido's shoulder. Nikaido lets him, tugging Senga impossibly closer and bringing his hands up to fist the back of Senga's shirt.
Nikaido is actually the one to open his mouth first, and Senga's knees nearly give out on him. The first touch of their tongues makes him gasp and Nikaido stumbles back a step, pulling Senga with him as they hit the wall.
Nikaido grunts at the impact, probably harder than he would have liked, but he doesn't stop kissing Senga. Their tongues slide together, hot and wet, and it's a bit messy but Senga doesn't care. He feels like he's on fire and Nikaido is the problem and the solution all at once. Senga wants more, needs more, if he could just... something. He's not even sure what he wants, but the tease of Nikaido's tongue against his own is driving him crazy.
Nikaido helps though, because a moment later he slips his hands lower, releasing Senga's shirt to grab onto his hips instead, and Senga can feel Nikaido hard against him where they touch.
Senga wants to be embarrassed, and he is, a little, but it doesn't stop him from rolling his own erection into Nikaido's, both of them groaning, another rush of arousal bursting inside Senga and making him want. He kisses Nikaido harder, and it's a lot less awkward now, a lot more perfect, and Nikaido sounds amazing, moaning into Senga's mouth.
A loud knock on the door makes them spring apart. "TIME'S UP," Goseki says, and Senga stares at the door, breathing hard. He can hear Nikaido sucking in large gasps as well, but he can't bring himself to look. Afraid that the spell will be broken, that Nikaido will change his mind, or maybe even that Senga won't be able to stop himself from shoving Nikaido into the wall again.
The door opens and Senga blinks against the flood of light. There's a round of raucous laughter as he steps out, and he almost takes a step back. "Looks like seven minutes wasn't enough," Kawai comments loudly, and Senga goes back to his place in the circle knowing that everyone can see just how hard he is. Nikaido brushes past him on his way to his own seat, but he trails his fingers across Senga's lower back, and when Senga turns to look at him, Nikaido gives him a hint of a smile. It's comforting, and a pleasant warmth spreads through Senga's chest. He doesn't have to be afraid, and later when they're finished, after whatever else happens, Senga vows that he'll talk to Nikaido for real.
Let the others laugh. They all do, for everyone, all in the same position. They're turned on and embarrassed, and it's awkward and good, but in the end, it's just a game. Maybe they'll feel more comfortable with each other, maybe they'll mess around. But Senga won't, not with Nikaido. Because there, he thinks he's found something special.
Nikaido is no longer a game.
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