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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Weiß_Kreuz
  Relationship:
      Koichiro_Kase/Hidaka_Ken
  Character:
      Koichiro_Kase, Hidaka_Ken
  Additional Tags:
      Outdoor_Sex, Pre-Canon
  Series:
      Part 19 of WKverse
  Stats:
      Published: 2009-10-22 Words: 1322
****** Best Laid Schemes ******
by voksen
Summary
     Koichiro Kase is going to be rich.
Koichiro Kase is going to be rich.
Famous, too, but really he's mostly concerned with the money, with never ever
again having to make excuses because he doesn't have it, with being able to do
whatever he wants, because Kase sees things, that's his gift, and he sees that
if you have money no one can touch you.
Years ago, he met Ken, poor lonely depressed Ken, and (with the help of a
childhood full of idolizing sports stars) saw the raw talent in him long before
anyone else did. They've been best friends ever since, Ken and Kase, Kase and
Ken - and Kase's made sure that their friendship revolves around the pitch,
practicing and playing most of the time, sometimes just sitting and staring at
the clouds, the beat-up old football between them.
Ken just sees sheep in the clouds, most of the time. Kase sees sheep, too, but
not the same kind.
Today they're playing, out in the park; the wind is whipping up and clouds that
bear no resemblance whatsoever to anything ovine are approaching fast. Kase
doesn't care; they're good enough now, he knows, to be picked up by a real
club, - Ken is beyond good enough. He'll still drive them until they do,
though, because fucking it up isn't acceptable.
He taps the ball between his feet, ignoring the gathering storm, focused on
Ken; he's bouncing in the goal lightly, ready, eager for it. Kase takes the
shot and Ken flies as he jumps for it, his normally compact body stretching out
like a spring. He catches the ball on the tips of his gloveless fingers and
falls to earth, picture perfect, better than Yashin. Impossible to miss.
Kase smiles as Ken bounces back to his feet, jogging out to meet him with the
ball tucked under his arm. Thunder crashes, making him look back over his
shoulder; the wall of rain is visible, a dark gray line sweeping towards them
with increasing speed. There's no way they'll get home before it hits, even if
they run the whole way. A few yards out, Ken visibly comes to the same
conclusion: he shrugs, tosses Kase the ball, and heads back to the goal.
He likes that, that Ken knows what Kase wants and is so willing to do it.
When he makes the next shot, the rain catches up with them. He doesn't know if
it's the sudden downpour or the lightning behind him that does it, but Ken
misses the save for the first time in a long while. He stands slower this time,
half-covered in new mud, completely drenched, his shorts and cheap shirt
sticking to him. Grinning at Kase sheepishly, he turns to retrieve the ball.
Kase covers the distance between them in no time, skidding on the slick ground
and fairly tackling Ken, knocking him over with a laugh. He follows him down,
tangled up in his arms, and they crash to the ground, rolling over. Ken is
laughing too, shoving at him, and Kase shoves back, half-wrestling him down
until he ends up on top, the rain continuing to roar down around them.
That doesn't last long: Ken pulls some sort of trick move and shoves him away,
flipping them. Kase isn't about to let him win so easily, though; while he
needs Ken for his life, his plans to work out, he's never going to let him know
that. He struggles, the slipperiness of his skin making it harder for Ken to
keep a grasp on him, but it's not until Ken abruptly lets go, his eyes going
wide, elusive, that Kase finally manages to flip them over again.
Slick with mud and rain, their clothes plastered to their bodies, it's
impossible not to know why Ken's embarrassed; there's no mistaking the hard-on
digging into Kase's hip for anything else.
He's at once interested (Ken is a good looking guy, in a plain, sporty kind of
way) annoyed (how had Ken ever managed to keep this kind of thing a secret from
him?) and intrigued (he can use this, oh hell yes he can, to tie Ken even
closer to him until they've made it big together).
Ken starts to push him off again, his head still tucked away, but Kase plants
his arms to either side of Ken's shoulders and holds fast. It takes a little
while for Ken to get up the courage to look back at him, blushing like a
schoolboy making a confession - and if that's not a confession in itself, what
is?
Kase, who has always believed in strict training, rewards him by sliding his
thigh between Ken's, rocking their hips together. Ken's mouth drops open, and
yeah, Kase thinks, shocked surprise is a good look on him, just as good as that
devoted puppy look he gets sometimes and a lot sexier. He imagines holding Ken
down just like this, shoving his cock into that mouth, making him swallow the
whole thing, and he's hard in no time flat.
A blast of thunder drowns out Ken's voice as he tries to say something, but it
looks like Kase's name, so Kase mouths Ken right back at him, thrusts against
him again, feels him shudder and respond, arching his back to press them closer
together.
It surprises him, honestly, how good it feels to do just this, rutting against
Ken's body in the middle of the park, all hard muscles and wet hair in their
faces and mud everywhere. It's not as good as doing it for real - now that he
knows Ken's into it, he'll see what he can do about getting that, too - but
it's still great.
Ken doesn't last long at all, clinging tight to him and jerking up against him
as he comes, rain trickling into his open, gasping mouth. Never mind that the
rain will wash them clean, the thought of Ken having to walk home like that
because Kase made him cream his shorts in the middle of the pitch, fuck that's
hot. He shoves himself up, kneeling over Ken, who gives him a confused stare,
and jerks down the elastic of his own shorts just enough to pull out his dick
and stroke it, his head tipping back, letting the rain sting his face.
Despite everything, Ken manages to surprise him again: he reaches out,
awkwardly, and touches Kase, caressing his thigh. Kase grabs his hand and sets
it on his dick instead, closing his fingers over it, making Ken help jack him
off. It's slower than his usual, not as tight, but the fact that it's Ken's
hand is enough to get him off. Leaning forward, he shoves Ken's shirt up so
that when he blows his load it's on his bare skin. It doesn't matter that it
washes off a second later, it's there - his claim - and neither of them are
going to forget it.
Kneeling as he is, he feels Ken's spent cock twitch against his ass as he comes
on him, and that's not an idea he wants to get into his head. As soon as he's
done, he shoves aside the urge to just lay back down and pulls himself to his
feet, shoving his dick back in his pants and stepping off of Ken, then leaning
down to give him a hand up.
Ken takes it, his face still faintly pink, looking nervous - so Kase slaps him
on the shoulder, gives him a quick, one-armed hug, points at the football,
which is still in the corner of the net. He obediently goes over to retrieve
it, giving Kase a nice view of his ass as he bends over. Having retrieved the
ball, Ken moves carefully back to his side through the mud, giving him a
tentative smile that quickly grows positively sunny as Kase returns it.
It won't be long, he tells himself. Not much longer now, and he'll have
everything he wants.
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