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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      弱虫ペダル_|_Yowamushi_Pedal
  Relationship:
      Arakita_Yasutomo/Shinkai_Hayato
  Character:
      Arakita_Yasutomo, Shinkai_Hayato
  Additional Tags:
      Dorms, First_Time
  Series:
      Part 1 of Strike_the_Match
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-26 Words: 3485
****** Burning One Hell of a Something ******
by fio
Summary
     When he stayed quiet, Shinkai added, "We won't get seen or overheard
     if we go to one of our rooms. How about it?"
     "How about you blow me?" Arakita shouted without thinking in his
     embarrassment. He didn't realize his irritated suggestion could be
     taken as an actual offer until Shinkai's surprised look turned into a
     more thoughtful stare and he shrugged.
     "Sure."
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Tuning out the various chatter of his teammates around him, Arakita hung his
jersey carefully inside his locker, grabbed his bookbag and headed for the
locker room exit. He was back in his school uniform now that club practice was
over for the day and he had two goals in mind: get some food, and get to his
room for some peace and quiet and maybe a nap before having to tackle his
homework. But before he had even reached the door, someone fell into step
beside him and he grumbled, already sensing his plans falling apart.
"Hey, Yasutomo," Shinkai greeted through a mouthful of powerbar. He was out of
his cycling gear and dressed in his uniform, too, though his blazer was
missing, probably shoved in his bag. He never liked to wear it, apparently.
"What," Arakita grunted, pushing open the exit and holding it for Shinkai to
walk through after him, but he didn't move. Arakita was tempted to just ignore
him, let go of the door and leave, but Shinkai was a frustrating kind of
earnest. He didn't do things with the intent to drive Arakita crazy, he just
somehow managed to anyway.
Arakita felt the last of his patience running out when Shinkai finished his
last bite and rubbed a thumb over his lips, still looking hungry. "Wanna go
make out?" he asked, to which Arakita responded with a blank stare followed by
a loud, angry shriek.
Club members turned and stared at them, confused by the sudden noise, and
Arakita in his panic grabbed Shinkai by the arm and fled, running as fast as
Shinkai would let himself be pulled along. He ran the both of them outside,
halfway across the school grounds before finally slowing down and letting go.
Out of breath and still thrown off, Arakita gawked and sputtered up at Shinkai
who looked far less tired than he was until he could speak again and
immediately squawked, "How can you say that shit out loud?!"
"Say what?" Shinkai asked, looking confused.
"The... making... out... stuff," Arakita explained in a quiet voice before
returning to his usual level, "It's embarrassing! And anyone could've heard
you, asshole!"
Shinkai frowned and shrugged. "I dunno. I want to make out with you so I asked.
No one was paying attention."
"How the fuck do you know they weren't!?" Arakita shouted, stunned by how
casual and calm Shinkai was about this sort of thing. Shinkai shrugged and
continued to look shameless and Arakita ran a hand through his hair, blowing
out a sigh. "Whatever, don't ask me that shit in the locker room again," he
grunted, walking away from him. The dorm building was nearest, and while he was
still feeling hungry, he might as well take a nap first. Shinkai always tired
him out.
"Did you want to, though?" Shinkai asked, making Arakita jump. He hadn't
realized Shinkai would follow him.
"I just said don't ask me shit like this!" Arakita hissed.
"But we're not in the club room anymore," Shinkai pointed out.
Arakita growled and turned away, annoyed that Shinkai was still asking
something like this. The two of them did make out on random occasions--how it
started or why it continued eluded him--but they were never planned, mutually-
agreed-upon occasions. That made it a more serious thing that Arakita didn't
want to think about.
When he stayed quiet, Shinkai added, "We won't get seen or overheard if we go
to one of our rooms. How about it?"
"How about you blow me?" Arakita shouted without thinking in his embarrassment.
He didn't realize his irritated suggestion could be taken as an actual offer
until Shinkai's surprised look turned into a more thoughtful stare and he
shrugged.
"Sure."
Arakita blinked, jaw dropping open. "T-That. I didn't--" he fumbled, because he
hadn't meant it like that, but Shinkai agreed so readily and Arakita's eyes
dropped right down to his lips and lingered there, a sudden warmth shooting
straight through his belly. Even though their makeouts never went beyond
kissing and the occasional grope, it's not like he hadn't thought about more.
It was hard not to when Shinkai was so good with his tongue and constantly had
something in his mouth whenever they weren't out riding.
"You don't want me to?" Shinkai asked, Arakita watching the shape of his lips
as he spoke. He sounded disappointed.
"I. I didn't say that."
"Okay," he said, lips turning up into a smile, "Your room or mine?"
After the initial shock wore off a bit, Arakita managed to insist on going to
his dorm, because he'd never been to Shinkai's and he didn't want to get his
first blowjob ever in a room that smelled like rabbit or had food wrappers all
over the floor. His own room wasn't immaculate, with dirty clothes and empty
soda bottles strewn about here and there, but at least his sheets were clean
and there were no weird smells. He still felt self-conscious opening the door
and walking in with Shinkai following after him and focused on tossing his
bookbag on his desk and kicking the biggest pile of clothes into a corner to
tidy up a bit. Somewhere behind him, Shinkai put down his own bag with a soft
thud but didn't approach him.
Arakita kept at it, shifting things around on the floor with his feet in no
particular direction for several minutes until Shinkai called his name, making
him jump and forget all about the things he'd been kicking.
"Yasutomo," Shinkai said again when Arakita didn't turn. His hand circled
around Arakita's wrist and pulled gently, bringing Arakita around to face him.
Shinkai never pushed for more than Arakita would give, his grip always loose
and his suggestions never demands. Arakita was relieved for the chances Shinkai
gave him to escape, but he didn't take them. Shinkai's face was now alarmingly
close to his own, but Arakita didn't turn away. He glanced down and noticed
Shinkai had taken off his tie and swallowed thickly before bringing his eyes
back up. He waited, his palms at his sides growing sweaty, until Shinkai's
fingers on his skin started to move, sliding up his sleeve. His hand settled
against Arakita's neck and Arakita sucked in a breath as he watched Shinkai's
gaze drop down to his mouth, looking at him like he was one of his favorite
snacks that he was eager to devour.
"Come on already, you asshole," Arakita grumbled, his patience run out, and
Shinkai closed the space between them with one step.
Shinkai tasted like his usual banana energy bar today, which Arakita liked.
Sometimes he tried new flavors on days when they ended up making out somewhere
and Arakita would make him chew some gum or eat something else quickly that
didn't taste as weird. Shinkai kissed him slow and lazy, happy to take his
time, but while normally Arakita was fine with letting him set the pace, this
time he was starting to shake with nerves. His hands settled on Shinkai's
sides, clenching around the material of his shirt as Shinkai undid his tie and
let it fall to the floor. Arakita didn't push him away, not yet sure how to ask
if they could sit down somewhere because he was so nervous about getting a
blowjob.
Before he figured it out, Shinkai's other hand fell to Arakita's hip as he
pressed a leg between Arakita's thighs, making him gasp and slowly walking them
both until the back of Arakita's knees hit his bed. He broke away from the kiss
in surprise, giving Shinkai a confused look.
"We should lie down. Legs are kinda tired from practice," Shinkai explained,
and Arakita wanted to smack himself. He could've come up with that, but he was
so nervous he could barely think straight. He hadn't even been paying much
attention to their kissing, which now that he thought about it, was probably
how Shinkai picked up on his need to get off his feet.
He fell onto the mattress and Shinkai nudged at him until he was lying down
with his legs up on the bed before crawling over him. Shinkai slid his thigh
between Arakita's once more and held himself up with his left forearm pressed
into the sheets beside Arakita's head while his right hand started undoing the
buttons of Arakita's shirt. Now that he wasn't worried about his knees giving
out and embarrassing himself, Arakita was hyper aware of the way Shinkai's
mouth felt, kissing up his neck. He was half hard already and his breathing
grew shallower with every brush of Shinkai's hand across his torso as it
reached lower and lower.
They hadn't done this before, their usual meetups up against the wall behind a
random building without any clothing coming off, and Arakita had no idea what
to do now, so he kept his hands gripping at Shinkai's sides where he was used
to putting them. Arakita sucked in a shocked breath when Shinkai's touch spread
across his belly, the last of his shirt buttons undone giving Shinkai free
reign to flatten his palm against his skin and feel the way Arakita's muscles
tightened in response.
Arakita's mouth hung open, the gentle, ticklish warmth of Shinkai's fingers and
the full hardness of his cock still trapped in his slacks starting to overwhelm
him. Shinkai took the opportunity to slip his tongue between his lips again,
coaxing him into a deep, slow kiss. His fingers squeezed against Shinkai's
side, trying to egg him on and hurry him up, but Shinkai was taking his time.
His thumb kept stroking over Arakita's belly button, making his stomach jerk
and soft moans slip out against his tongue.
He was starting to think Shinkai was doing it on purpose just to tease him, his
grip on Shinkai's shirt tightening as he prepared to push him off and complain,
but Shinkai pulled away first. His bangs brushed against Arakita's cheek as he
whispered, "Yasutomo, can I..." and Arakita glanced down between them to watch
Shinkai's hand move from his stomach to his belt. He was waiting for
permission, and Arakita was tempted to shove him off the bed for asking when
the answer should've been obvious before realizing if this was his first time
doing this, it was probably Shinkai's too. While he was a lot more obnoxiously
calm about it, he was just as nervous.
"Do what you want," Arakita mumbled, hoping Shinkai would hear it for the
permission it was.
Shinkai laughed against his ear and lifted his head back up to kiss Arakita
once, grateful and relieved, before pulling away to sit up on his knees,
slipping out of Arakita's grip. Shinkai shifted, moving his legs so he was now
trapping Arakita's thighs between his knees. Not sure what to do with his hands
now, Arakita fumbled to find something to do with them, momentarily settling
them on his own belly, but the touch of his own sweaty, shaky palm was much
different from Shinkai's and he dropped them down onto the mattress by his
sides. Shinkai hadn't noticed his awkward shifting around, too focused on
undoing Arakita's belt and sliding it out of his belt loops to drop it on the
floor.
Arakita lifted himself up on his elbows to watch, barely breathing, as Shinkai
undid the button of his slacks and dragged down the zipper, pausing for a
moment to meet Arakita's eyes before reaching his hand into his slacks to palm
at his cock through his boxers. Arakita moaned, head falling forward and hips
jerking upward, trying to press harder into Shinkai's touch. "Fuck, fuck,
fuck," he chanted the more Shinkai touched him, unable to keep himself quiet.
Shinkai leaned down, shutting him up with a hard kiss.
He pulled his hand away and Arakita moaned at the loss, but Shinkai just kissed
him again and mumbled against his lips, "Lift up your hips."
Arakita obeyed, and he felt Shinkai tug his slacks halfway down his thighs,
followed by his boxers, and Arakita dropped down onto his back, eyes squeezing
shut and hands grabbing at Shinkai for something to hold onto. Shinkai took his
hands and led them to his shoulders, letting Arakita grip onto him as he
scooted his knees down the bed and leaned down. Arakita didn't have the
strength to make himself watch, shuddering hard at the first touch of Shinkai's
hot palm against his cock, skin to skin.
It was a wonder he didn't come right then, though he felt the cold wetness of
precome smearing against him as Shinkai dragged his hand up and down his cock
once, torturously slow. "Shit, shit, shit," he whined, bucking his hips upward
hard, but Shinkai pressed a hand against Arakita's hips and pushed him back
down.
"Don't do that," Shinkai said, and Arakita groaned, nails digging into
Shinkai's shoulders through his shirt.
"I wanna come, I wanna-- I need--"
"Shh, shh," Shinkai hushed him, fingers tightening around the base of his dick
and making him shiver, "You will."
Something about the promise in the way he said that made Arakita's belly
squeeze and his heart jump into his throat. He didn't say anything more,
nothing but low whines slipping out as Shinkai stroked him. He wondered how
long Shinkai would do this, if he'd come like this before he even felt
Shinkai's mouth on him, but soon he felt his hands on Shinkai's shoulders
lowering as Shinkai brought his face down to his waist and kissed at his skin.
He jerked, letting out a gasp, and felt Shinkai's lips stretch into a smile as
they moved across his belly.
"You.. asshole..." he grumbled, and Shinkai just laughed, his breath warm where
it blew against him. Shinkai kissed all along his belly before moving lower,
and Arakita barely kept himself from begging him to hurry.
When Shinkai's lips reached the base of his dick he bit down on his lip, not
wanting to embarrass himself with how loud he might start moaning. Shinkai's
hand squeezed around the head of his cock, thumb pressing in against the slit
as his mouth pressed hot, sloppy kisses up the length of him and Arakita's
whole body squirmed, the pleasure shooting through every inch of him. His hands
tugged at Shinkai's shoulders, frantic for him to finally take him into his
mouth, but Shinkai stopped suddenly.
Arakita's eyes snapped open and he tugged himself up to glare down at Shinkai
but Shinkai was rubbing a thumb against his wet lips, Arakita's cock right next
to his face, and whatever angry complaint he had been about to make was
forgotten.
"Let me know what you like, okay?" Shinkai said and slipped his mouth around
Arakita's dick, taking him in until Arakita resting against the length of
Shinkai's tongue.
Shinkai hadn't managed to take much more than half of his cock, but it didn't
matter. Every inch of him settled in the wet heat of Shinkai's mouth was in
heaven. The moment Shinkai had swallowed him down, Arakita's head had fallen
back down onto the bed, his mouth hung open in a silent moan. Every inch of him
was shaking, his nerves pulled taut and almost ready to snap. Shinkai pulled
away only to slip back down, his hand squeezing around the length of him that
his mouth couldn't reach. His pace was slow and exploratory, learning what he
could handle and what made Arakita's fingers squeeze and his hips jerk upward,
though Shinkai still had his other hand holding his hip down to keep him from
thrusting too hard into his mouth. He tried shifting his tongue experimentally,
licking around the head, and Arakita shouted, back curling up off the bed and
feet kicking against the sheets.
He was going to come. He had to. His balls were squeezed tight against him, his
eyes saw spots of white behind his eyelids with how hard he held them shut, and
his breathing was hard and rapid, desperate for air.
"Shinkai," he gasped, "faster, I need it, come on, come on, come on."
Arakita was begging, but he didn't care. Shinkai was going too slow and he
needed more, and for once, instead of misunderstanding or not listening,
Shinkai obeyed. His hand and mouth moved quicker, slipping up and down the
length of him as fast as he could go without accidentally taking him in too
deep. Arakita could feel it now, a tight, desperate urge for release starting
to peak in his belly and spread to his limbs, making him almost numb with how
strong the tingle of need hummed through his skin. He was shaking everywhere,
jerking and crying out with every press of Shinkai's tongue against the head of
his cock, too close to coming to care that people walking past his door might
hear.
"Shinkai," he whined again, voice unsteady, and Shinkai's hand fell away from
his dick to press against his balls and his mouth slipped further around him
than before. Arakita thought for a moment that he could feel the back of
Shinkai's throat with the tip of his cock, and with one more squeeze around his
balls and slide of tongue around his length, Arakita came.
He moaned, loud and uncaring as he released, vision going white behind his
eyelids, his head rolling back and forth against the mattress and hands
gripping tight against Shinkai's shoulders. He felt Shinkai pull off of him and
heard him coughing, but he couldn't move to look down at him or ask if he was
okay. Pleasure pulsed through him, every nerve oversensitive and raw, and when
he felt Shinkai grab his dick again he whimpered.
"Wait," he moaned, voice weak, and somewhere above him, much closer than
before, Shinkai whispered, "Sorry," and started to stroke him again. He whined
at the feeling of Shinkai's hand wrapping around him, almost too hot now,
before realizing there was something else in his palm, hard and wet and rubbing
against the length of him. It was Shinkai's own cock, he realized after a few
seconds, just as desperate to come as Arakita had been before. A sudden shock
of arousal shot through him despite his sensitivity, and he let his hands slide
up from Shinkai's shoulders into his hair, pulling him down for a kiss, not
caring that he might taste himself on his tongue.
It was barely a kiss, more of a sloppy, desperate smashing of their lips
together, and it was just what Shinkai needed. He grunted, one more thrust of
his dick against Arakita's inside his hand, and came, coating Arakita's stomach
in warm wetness. He collapsed down against Arakita after a while, not caring
that he was lying in his own spunk.
The two of them laid in quiet together as they caught their breath and came
back to themselves, Arakita's legs still trapped between Shinkai's own and
their softening dicks bumping together between them. Arakita was starting to
feel a bit gross and desperate for a shower, but he was also feeling very tired
and didn't mind staying where he was. Shinkai eventually turned his head and
kissed at Arakita's neck, making Arakita squawk in surprise and turn towards
him, making their noses bump together.
"Did it feel good?" Shinkai asked, smiling lazily.
"Don't ask me dumb questions," Arakita grumbled, making him laugh.
"Okay. Can we do this again?"
Arakita blinked at him, suddenly alarmed. "What? Right now? You can already go
again?"
"Maybe," Shinkai said, "but I meant like another time."
"Oh. I... I guess," Arakita said, looking away. He coughed, feeling heat gather
in his face, "Next time I'll. Do that."
"You'd give me a blowjob?" Shinkai asked, surprised.
"What, you think I can't, asshole?" Arakita turned back to glare at him, his
cheeks burning.
"No, I just didn't think you'd want to."
"If you can do it, I can do it!"
Shinkai just laughed again, shifting closer to kiss Arakita. It was unlike any
kiss they'd had before, languid and pleased, and tasting bitter. He was tasting
his own come, he realized, and wondered if it was weird that he didn't mind it
at all.
Eventually Shinkai shifted off of him to sit up, frowning down at his shirt,
stained with his own come. After a second he shrugged and took it off, using it
to wipe down Arakita's torso and dick. Tossing it onto the floor where
Arakita's discarded belt and tie had been left, he thumbed at his bottom lip in
thought.
"You hungry?" he asked after a moment.
"Starving," Arakita answered.
"Me, too. Let me borrow a shirt and let's go get something."
"Oi, don't order me around," Arakita grumbled half-heartedly, kicking at him
before tugging his pants up, sliding off the bed and looking for one of his
cleaner shirts anyway.
"Sorry," Shinkai said with a smile, not sounding sorry at all.
End Notes
     working title of this fic was "NERD GETS A BJ." dedicated to my
     shinara buds.
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