Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/1918017. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: 弱虫ペダル_|_Yowamushi_Pedal Relationship: Arakita_Yasutomo/Fukutomi_Juichi Character: Arakita_Yasutomo, Fukutomi_Juichi Additional Tags: Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Rooftop_Sex, Public_Sex Stats: Published: 2014-07-08 Words: 2703 ****** A Special Lunch Break for a Very Special Domestique ****** by electrostatics Summary Fukutomi asks Arakita to meet him on the rooftop for lunch. (They don't have lunch.) Notes For barleytea@tumblr for all the wonderful art she's drawn, but especially for her FukuAra arts! Thanks so much for being so great. Between classes, Fukutomi stopped by Arakita's class, said, "Arakita. Meet me on the rooftop during lunch," and then left before Arakita could shout out a confused "Haahh?" Did he plan to have Arakita bike around on the rooftop? Or even jump off it? Arakita grumbled and flipped through his English workbook pages. There was a limit to what Arakita would listen to. Fuku-chan was being unreasonable if he thought Arakita would bike around during his precious lunch hour on the fucking rooftop. At lunchtime, he slouched up to the rooftop, ready to complain. When he kicked the door open, Fukutomi was standing by the fence barrier, the wind blowing his hair in one direction. He turned his head to look at Arakita, and, stupidly, Arakita scoffed and turned his head away. He could feel his face heating up. Stupid Fuku-chan. He thought he was so cool. "It's good that you came," Fukutomi said, walking over to him. "What do you want, Fuku-chan." Arakita leaned against the wall next to the door, fully aware of how Fukutomi was closing in on his personal space and the intense look on Fukutomi's face. Arakita felt the skin under his shirt collar heat up, his palms starting to sweat the way they used to before a big game when he wasn't sure about his pitch control. "Fuku-chan," Arakita breathed. Fukutomi's chest was pressed up against his. Arakita had broken out into a sweat and he licked his lips. "Fuku-chan . . ." Fukutomi leaned down and--Arakita was expecting it, Fukutomi's lips against his, gentle but demanding, Fukutomi's arms coming up to grip Arakita's arms so he couldn't escape--but even if he was expecting it, Arakita still squirmed, just for a moment, before he responded. It wasn't like he had never fantasized; it wasn't like this was the first time Fukutomi had gazed so intently at him. It wasn't like this was the first time Fukutomi had touched him. But then, it was Fukutomi, all attention on him, and Arakita--Arakita couldn't even fucking deny that Shinkai was wrong. Fukutomi had to like him, to just constantly touch him, to, well, to fuck him as often as he did. Fukutomi sighed, grazing his lips against Arakita's cheek and then his neck. "I can't believe you, Fuku-chan," Arakita said, subdued. "On a rooftop?" Fukutomi pulled back, his forehead furrowed into worry lines. "No one will come up here," he said. He put a hand on Arakita's shoulder and pushed downward, without much force. Oh. That was what Fuku-chan wanted from him. Arakita got down on his knees, his hands coming up to touch Fukutomi's thighs. Arakita licked his lips. How was Fuku-chan so sure that no one would come up and discover them? But instead of turning him off, Arakita felt himself getting hard as he undid Fukutomi's belt and pants, pulling out Fukutomi's hard cock. This was so dirty. He was going to give the captain of the cycling team a blowjob, right on the rooftop of the school. Fukutomi had invited him and he had come, but he hadn't been expecting this. "Hurry up," Fukutomi said. "The lunch break isn't that long." Arakita wrapped his lips around Fukutomi, feeling a thrum of pleasure when Fukutomi grunted and moved his hands to Arakita's hair. Arakita tried to relax his throat, but it still couldn't stop the sting of tears when Fukutomi thrust all the way into Arakita's mouth, until Arakita's nose touched Fukutomi's groin. The first time Fukutomi had fucked his mouth, Arakita hadn't been very good. He had never had a cock down his throat before, much less one of Fukutomi's size and girth. But then, Fukutomi had kept doing it, had kept calling him to his dorm room, and Arakita had gotten on his knees between Fukutomi's legs, had undone Fukutomi's zipper every time to take Fukutomi into his mouth, had learned slowly what Fukutomi wanted, what made him close his eyes in pleasure. Arakita prided himself when he could make Fukutomi come just with his mouth, and prided himself even more that he could keep sucking Fukutomi off even if his jaw became sore. But the worst part of it was the look on Fukutomi's face as he gazed down at Arakita, his eyes narrowed. Arakita tried to match his gaze, to keep eye contact, but between his own hard dick and Fukutomi's right in his mouth, it was hard not to just reach down and undo his own pants, to stroke himself while Fukutomi gripped his hair so hard it hurt and thrusted relentlessly in his mouth. "No," Fukutomi said, stopping his thrusts, and Arakita bit back a whimper when Fukutomi removed himself from Arakita's mouth. "You can't touch yourself." "Wha," Arakita said. He removed his hands from his own crotch. "F--fine." He leaned forward again to take Fukutomi dick, to lick along its length, and Fukutomi sighed in pleasure. "You're so good at this," Fukutomi said. The praise made Arakita feel so unnecessarily pleased with himself, so fucking proud that he could suck Fukutomi off and get praised for it, what kind of sick fuck was he, but then Fukutomi pet his hair and Arakita's hips moved of their own accord, the friction against his boxers weak and dissatisfying. He needed, wanted, craved more from Fukutomi, but as long as Fukutomi held his hair like that, as he kept thrusting his dick down Arakita's throat, Arakita wouldn't complain. If this was all that Fukutomi wanted to give him, he would be pleased with that, too. "It's wet enough." Fukutomi pulled him away and Arakita gasped, his whole body trembling. "You should look at yourself," Fukutomi said. He pulled Arakita's chin up, and Arakita shuddered when Fukutomi swiped a thumb across his lips. "Look at your face." Fukutomi's voice was husky. "You look like you couldn't enjoy anything more." Arakita opened his mouth to respond, but then Fukutomi was nudging at Arakita's crotch with his foot, rubbing at the sensitive flesh, and Arakita moaned wantonly, rocking into the ball of Fukutomi's foot. God. He really was the sick fuck, but it felt so good, so fucking good with Fukutomi just focusing his attention on him and no one else. No one else to see, no one to distract Fukutomi's attention from him. "Fu--fu-ku-chan," Arakita moaned. "Fu-fuku-chan, I'm gonna …" Fukutomi dropped to one knee and wrapped his hand around Arakita's cock, squeezing hard around the base, and Arakita nearly screamed in frustration. "No," Fukutomi said. "Fu-fuck," Arakita gasped, trying to rock up into Fukutomi's hand to no avail. Fukutomi studied him. "Tell me what you want," he said, "and maybe I'll let you come, Arakita." Which meant that the request couldn't be as simple as I want to come. Godamnit. His brain wasn't working that fast, either; Fuku-chan was so close to him, Arakita could smell the apples he'd had for lunch or maybe the period before, something, and he could hear Fukutomi breathing against him. His composure was so fucking cool, it made Arakita furious, but he couldn't do anything, not when Fukutomi was sucking along his jaw and neck. "Fuku-chaaan." Arakita heard the whine in his voice, heard how desperate he sounded, but when Fukutomi grunted affirmatively, Arakita just couldn't bring himself to care. "Fuku-channn, fuck me, pl-please." "Right here?" Fukutomi asked, sliding his hand up Arakita's cock. Was he teasing him? Fucking bastard. "Yeah," Arakita gasped. "Here. On the rooftop." "Turn around." Fukutomi released him. Arakita shuddered and turned around, bracing his hands on the wall. He was almost glad for this; now Fukutomi couldn't see his face and how red he was, how much Arakita enjoyed getting fucked by him. He stilled as Fukutomi pulled his pants down to his knees and fidgeted. Fuku- chan had said no one was going to go up to the rooftop, but how did he know? What if someone walked up there? Someone was going to see the domestique getting fucked by the ace of the cycling team in a public place and--and what would happen to the cycling club . . . "Don't think about anything else but me," Fukutomi said, leaning over him, kissing the back of his neck through Arakita's shirt. Arakita gritted his teeth. He didn't want to make any more noises, but then Fukutomi kissed his ear and said, "I want to hear them. What you sound like when I fuck you from behind." Arakita's ears felt hot but he could still pick up the subtle sound of a cap opening, and suddenly a slick finger was pushing inside of him, and Arakita groaned as Fukutomi spread him open. His thighs were trembling and he had balled his hands into fists, his forehead nearly touching the wall, and hoped that Fukutomi didn't notice how easily he was opening up to him, but judging by the way that Fukutomi was already inserting another finger, he definitely did notice, and now Fukutomi was finger-fucking him with more purpose-- "Ah! Fuck!" Arakita gyrated back against Fukutomi's fingers, but Fukutomi removed his fingers and Arakita felt empty and god look at him, he was being so fucking slutty and the worst part of it all was that he liked being this way for Fukutomi. After Arakita stilled, Fukutomi slid three fingers inside of him. Arakita did his best not to move back onto his fingers, not to fuck himself, because every time he even showed the slightest reciprocation, Fukutomi would move his fingers away, and Arakita would be left a mess, his knees aching on the pavement of the roof. God, his knees were going to be wrecked, and his school uniform, too, and Fukutomi was probably going to walk away looking completely perfect and well-composed. "You're ready, right?" At least Fukutomi's voice had lost some composure; Arakita could take pride in that, that Fukutomi came to him when he wanted to fuck someone. He didn't even wait for Arakita's affirmative, just removed his fingers, and Arakita groaned when he felt Fukutomi's dick pressing right against him. God, god, he was always so sore after Fukutomi fucked him, he was going to feel this all day. Arakita didn't even try to hide the noises he made when Fukutomi pushed inside him. He was just thankful that Fukutomi wasn't trying to keep him from grinding back against him and that Fukutomi was being so generous, was running his hands underneath Arakita's shirt and touching his nipples. Fuck, one of Fukutomi's hands was still slick with lube and precome. He was going to be wearing Fukutomi's scent on him for the rest of the day. Everyone was going to be able to smell it on his clothes--and they were going to be able to smell his scent on Fukutomi's clothes . . . "You keep squeezing around me," Fukutomi murmured. "Doing it on the rooftop is more exciting, isn't it." He wasn't even trying to be dirty. Arakita knew that. But his voice was so deep, and low, punctuated by Fukutomi's insistent thrusts, that it felt dirty. Arakita whined, brokenly uttering Fukutomi's name. "Do you want me to come," Fukutomi asked, as if that were a legitimate question, and Arakita could only groan. "Where do you want me to come, Arakita." "Inside!" The answer burst out of Arakita, startling even himself. "Fu-fuku- chan, c-come inside me." "Beg," Fukutomi ordered, all captain-mode, smug bastard. Beg. Like he was a dog. But then, he was, wasn't he, Fukutomi's dog, on his godamn hands and knees on a rooftop during a school lunch break, his pants down to his ankles getting fucked up the ass. Now he was going to beg for Fukutomi to come inside him. "Fuku-chan! C-come . . . inside." Arakita was gasping and moaning between thrusts. His body wasn't sure what to do, what direction to go: away from Fukutomi's hands, playing with his nipples, or back against Fukutomi's hips to make the sound of Fukutomi's balls hitting his thighs more satisfying, to get all of him inside of Arakita. How could Fukutomi have so much godamn control. "Why?" Fukutomi asked. "Why do you want me to come inside you, Arakita." In a moment of clarity, Arakita managed to yell: "I don't know, you fucking bastard!" Hell. He knew that wouldn't be a good enough answer for Fukutomi. It never was. "Tell me, Arakita." Fukutomi stopped, suddenly, his dick still in Arakita, but he wasn't moving, fuck he was just kneeling there behind Arakita. Arakita made a keening noise, feeling full of Fukutomi's cock but dissatisfied. "F-feels good," he admitted. "Feels good when you're inside me." Everything in his face tightened up, his cheeks feeling hot, and it wasn't just because of the sex. This was fucking embarrassing. "P-people are gonna know we fucked . . ." "Yeah," Fukutomi said, reaching around to stroke Arakita. "They are." He thrusted hard into Arakita, hitting his prostate, and Arakita nearly screamed. "I'll come inside you." "C-come inside," Arakita said, and repeated it again, his hips shaking. He was so close, he was so close, but Fuku-chan was being so incredibly cruel. "You can come if you want," Fukutomi said. "I'll come inside you either way." That was all it took. Arakita bit his wrist, feeling a sharp bite of pain and the taste of copper, and came, all over his shirt and on the ground and he was never going to be able to look at this rooftop the same way ever again, he had just come on a fucking rooftop. Fukutomi didn't even stop thrusting, didn't stop stroking him, even as he was getting soft. He was sensitive but if Fukutomi kept going-- Arakita half-sobbed, half-moaned, his body seizing up. He wasn't coming again, but it sure fucking felt like it. Fukutomi's pace hadn't dropped at all, but Arakita's body couldn't hold up. He felt like a ragdoll for Fukutomi's use, and that feeling--that feeling was a good feeling, too. "I'm coming," Fukutomi said. It would be hilarious--the frank statement by Fukutomi--if it didn't make Arakita's dick twitch in interest, if Arakita didn't try to consciously squeeze around him, and then Fukutomi stilled, gasping, and Arakita grunted in pleasure as he felt Fukutomi's come fill him up. Yes. Everyone was going to know they were fucking. There was no way that Arakita would be able to clean this up in time to get back to his class. Fukutomi slumped down on top of him. It was comforting for a brief second. Then their body heat became oppressive. "Get off me, Fuku-chan!" Arakita half-shoved Fukutomi off, thighs shuddering when Fukutomi slid out of him. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," Fukutomi said, leaning against the wall next to Arakita and redoing his pants. Arakita looked at him. His cheeks were flush. It was . . . cute. Fukutomi leaned over and kissed Arakita on the mouth, almost tenderly, and Arakita grimaced into the kiss. Of course he would be saddled with some sort of romantic type. "My knees hurt," Arakita grumbled. "Cycling is going to be hard! Are you going to take responsibility, Fuku-chan?" He wiggled around as he pulled his underwear and pants up and settled on the other side of Fukutomi. Sitting in his old spot . . . well, he didn't want to get come all over his pants, too. Everything already felt wet and hot and uncomfortable. Still. Arakita had no regrets: it had been worth it to get Fukutomi to look as disheveled as he did now. "Come over to my dorm room later," Fukutomi said, "and I will." Arakita rolled his eyes. He leaned his head against Fukutomi's shoulder. "Wake me up when lunch period ends, Fuku-chan." "Okay." Arakita could feel Fukutomi relaxing against him, until he was leaning his head against Arakita's. He wanted to ask why Fukutomi had invited him to the rooftop. Had he really just been horny? "Hey, Fuku-chan," Arakita mumbled. "Sleep," Fukutomi said, kissing the top of Arakita's head. "I just wanted to see you." Arakita's heart beat a little faster, but he grunted in affirmation. "Yeah, okay," he said. When Fukutomi slipped his hand into Arakita's, Arakita squeezed his hand back--but if anyone ever asked, he would have denied it from the sun to the earth and back again. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!