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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      弱虫ペダル_|_Yowamushi_Pedal
  Relationship:
      Kinjou_Shingo/Toudou_Jinpachi
  Character:
      Kinjou_Shingo, Toudou_Jinpachi
  Additional Tags:
      kintou_i_actually_wrote_kintou, I_know_it_doesn't_make_any_sense_but_just
      like_humor_me_for_a_sec, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, crack_pair, PWP, it's_crack
      but_I_tried_to_make_it_as_realistic_as_possible_laughs
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-04-16 Words: 4352
****** Don't Tell Maki-chan ******
by mellyface
Summary
     Feeling it his duty as co-captain to extend a further apology on
     behalf of Fukutomi's mistake, Toudou offers a complementary weekend
     stay for Kinjou and his family at the Toudou-An.
     AKA Kinjou comes to Toudou's house and they accidentally bang.
Notes
     OK OK OK so hear me out. Kinjou is really hot. Toudou is really hot.
     So???? My friend and I were talking and somehow KinTou happened. And
     then somehow this fic happened. And now here we are.
     I'm a really big stickler for making things canon compliant (unless
     its an AU), or at the very least as in-character as possible. So
     while yes this is definitely a crack ship, I still tried to make it
     plausible!
     (maybe I tried too hard, stares at 4k words....maybe...)
Toudou eases himself into the bath, breathing a soft sigh of content as the hot
water envelopes his faintly aching muscles. Nothing serious, but a welcome
reward all the same for a particularly rigorous evening ride. It feels good to
soak in the crisp open air—he tries to avoid it generally, using the baths, so
as not to disturb the guests of the inn. But every now and then after serious
training the thought of a soothing, open-air bath is too good to pass up, and
luckily no one's bathing this late anyway.
“Mind if I join?” a deep voice invades the silence, causing Toudou to bristle
slightly, having lost himself a little in his blissful lull.
“Ah, Kinjou-san, of course not, please make yourself welcome.” Toudou’s speech
comes out uncharacteristically formal, a habit when speaking with guests at the
ryokan.
Toudou, feeling it his duty as vice captain to follow-up after Fukutomi’s visit
to Chiba, had convinced his family to extend for him a free weekend’s stay for
Kinjou (along with his family, should he so wish to invite them) as a further
and final apology for his own captain’s devastating blunder at the last inter-
high. While he's always taken great pride in his family’s inn and all the
luxury it has to offer, he’d admittedly been pretty surprised when Kinjou
suddenly announced months later his intent to actually take him up on the
offer. Hakone is a few hours from Chiba, after all, and it’s not like Kinjou
knows Toudou particularly well, even now. But the offer back then had been
sincere and it still stands now—and it's true they do get along better than one
might expect, in the few times Toudou has come to Chiba to visit Makishima, or
when Sohoku’s bicycle racing team had been invited to Hakone in good faith for
some informal training, both of them being the responsible type and also fairly
good-natured people.
“That was a good race, earlier.” Kinjou says simply, stoically lowering himself
into the bath.
The steam parts around him as if making way for his powerful presence. Toudou
can’t help his eyes darting over to the now healed scar on Kinjou’s ribcage,
which he can only assume is from the fall—Fukutomi has never been especially
easy to pry that kind of information from, and Toudou had quickly given up on
trying to get it. Scar aside, he also can’t keep from internally applauding
Kinjou for his excellent physical form...
“Yeah, you did pretty well trying to keep up with me on the mountain!” Toudou
sniffs, turning his face up to the steam with another happy sigh.
Kinjou laughs, just a single huff behind a subtle smirk as he sinks the rest of
the way into the bath, adding simply “You upheld your reputation.”
Toudou chuckles, more politely than he ordinarily might. It’s not that he feels
awkward or even shy, but Kinjou does have an intimidating presence in
comparison to most. While Toudou loves to brag and can easily listen to the
sound of his own voice for ages, he feels somehow less inclined to prattle on
and on as he does in so firm and silent a presence as Kinjou’s. Toudou feels he
owes Kinjou some respect considering how graciously he's behaved in spite of
the debt Fukutomi (and therefore he and the rest of Hakogaku by extension, as
far as Toudou is concerned) owes him.
“...The bath feels really nice.”
“Mm.”
After a few minutes of mutually enjoyable silence, some mindless but pleasant
chit-chat here and there, and a few stolen glances (at least on Toudou’s part),
Toudou braves another full look at Kinjou’s scar. Warped beneath the water’s
surface, he can still see it's an ugly thing. It must have been a serious
struggle to complete that second day’s stage with such an injury, he thinks—his
motherly instincts momentarily kicking in as he mentally chastises Kinjou for
recklessly riding while injured. Just the thought of bearing such a scar on his
own body sends a shiver of horror down Toudou’s spine. His perfect skin! Marred
forever! How Kinjou has forgiven any of them—how he can sit here pleasantly in
the same open air bath as Toudou instead of cursing all of Hakone Gakuen to
hell forever—is a wonder to Toudou. Had he been in Kinjou’s position, dragged
down by one of Sohoku’s riders, been scarred, he absolutely would not be even
half as agreeable.
Then again Toudou is incredibly vain, and the scar does almost seem to suit
Kinjou—in the way that it feeds into the powerful aura he already possesses.
Toudou bites his lip and finds himself unconsciously shifting on his feet,
reaching through the water to brush his fingers over the jagged knot of now-
hardened scar tissue spanning Kinjou’s ribs.
“Is this from that race—It doesn’t still hurt...?” He marvels how something so
rough on the eyes could be so smooth to the touch. It truly had healed.
Kinjou jumps, understandable as he’d also been lost in some other thought and
hadn’t noticed Toudou get closer let alone reach out to touch him. Nevermind
that it's also simply an invasive thing to do on Toudou’s part.
“Ah—!” Toudou reacts with a similar start, like a skittish feline, his heart
yammering away with the unexpected sharp movement from Kinjou at such
proximity. Slippery, and with his balance offset, he tumbles forward entirely
into the Sohoku captain’s lap—or would if two very large hands did not quickly
catch him by the waist, bracing him from a potentially much more dramatic and
embarrassing fall.
Until now, Kinjou has not seriously considered the narrowness of Toudou’s
waist, nor how such smooth, untempered skin might feel beneath his
contrastingly callused fingers. Toudou likewise is only now becoming acquainted
with the largeness of Kinjou’s hands.
Toudou's eyes land blearily on his towel now floating loose in the bath while
the main focus of his attention quickly tunes in to the sensation of his not-
hard (yet maybe-not-totally-one-hundred-percent soft either) dick pressing
awkwardly against Kinjou’s thigh. Oh.
The words ‘I’m sorry’ completely elude Toudou in that moment though he will
later on recognize them as the words he’d been searching for then. Instead he
stares blankly at his guest, mouth half hanging open dumbly. He can feel his
heart start to pound and distantly wonders why the hell it's doing that. His
eyes search Kinjou’s face—which he finds is now extremely close. It's hard to
focus on just one part of his face when there are so many good places to look
at.
Toudou swallows hard.
“....You’re….very handsome…..”
He feels his cheeks go pink—that prickly feeling that always forms quickly
under his skin whenever he does or says anything (which is very rarely, in his
opinion) that he considers to be embarrassing. In spite of the blood rushing to
his face a single chill climbs through his body, maybe partially as a product
of weird nerves but also because in flailing and splashing during his rather
unseemly fall, he's managed to completely drench himself. Wet hair clings to
his rosy cheeks and it makes him shiver slightly when the cool breeze tickles
his skin.
Kinjou wordlessly lifts a hand to push some of the stringy wet hair from
Toudou’s face, still holding him up easily with just one hand. It's not a
tender gesture so much as it feels like an assertion of dominance. Toudou’s
face is wet, hair dripping in his eyes. Dewey beads of water form at the tip of
his chin, on the curve of his lower lip, on his dark, thick eyelashes which
cling together in little wet clumps as he stares at Kinjou bewildered… Kinjou
swipes a thumb over Toudou’s lip, catching a single droplet which pools on his
thumb and then trickles down his wrist. Toudou can feel Kinjou’s other thumb
indenting his belly, each of his remaining fingers curled at his hip, and a
weird heat shoots down between his thighs.
“M-my headband!” Toudou splutters suddenly, literally snapping out of his
trance with a jolt, hands flying to the top of his head and flapping about like
a squawking bird.
“My headband fell in the bath um—!” He bends down, splashing around some more
in search of his precious headband—as if he doesn’t have several others
identical to it. It's hard to see with all this hair in his face and his skin
feels weirdly both hot and cold and his lip is kind of tingling where Kinjou's
thumb rubbed against it and—
Kinjou, entirely unfazed, simply yanks one of Toudou’s flailing wrists firmly
but with no sense of urgency whatsoever and pulls him back over his lap. He
presses his mouth to Toudou’s and Toudou in turn drops any pretenses of caring
about a stupid headband. Toudou hums softly under the warmth of Kinjou’s lips,
ignoring how his scattered bangs drip freely over his now-shut eyelids. They
kiss slowly and Toudou lets himself enjoy Kinjou’s big hands snaking down his
sides before they settle to rest at his waist, Toudou now seated comfortably in
his lap.
Toudou takes the lead for a moment, deepening the kiss and helping himself to
two handfuls of Kinjou’s broad chest, pressing his fingers with a hunger along
the grooves of the ace’s muscles as his tongue eases into his mouth. After
having his fill of his chest Toudou slides his hands up to wrap his arms around
his neck instead, crooning  softly now that Kinjou’s lips have broken away from
his own to suck at his pulse instead.
“Kinjou-san…” he purrs softly, unaccustomed to silence, but can hardly find
much to say with Kinjou’s lips at his throat. The way the Sohoku captain seems
completely unhurried only makes Toudou more jittery with nervous energy but
he's quickly mollified by the kisses gradually trailing lower, Kinjou’s tongue
lapping at the dip of a collarbone. “Ah…”
Every time he thinks to say something, to fruitlessly try and fill the silence,
Kinjou’s lips find yet another spot that serves to silence him—the steady
pressure of fingers against his sides make his voice weaken and catch in his
throat. He trembles slightly when Kinjou strokes at the base of his spine,
mouth opening and closing abruptly as he struggles for maybe the first time in
his life to find words.
“You seem nervous.” The smile is evident in Kinjou’s voice, earning a
contrasting frown from Toudou.
“I’m not!” he pipes, sliding his hands to rest on Kinjou’s ever broad
shoulders, “I’m just not used to the silence…!”
Lips forming a tight line, he cranes himself lower to take back Kinjou’s mouth,
nervously entreating. A low laugh can be heard in the back of Kinjou’s throat
as he allowes himself to be pried from Toudou’s neck and opens his mouth for
the Hakone climber once more. It's easier, Toudou thinks, to deal with nerve-
wracking silence, if his mouth is already otherwise occupied. The problem with
this however is that as soon as Kinjou’s mouth becomes occupied his hands do
twice the work. He rubs hard circles into Toudou’s hips, earning both a shiver
and a loud, surprised whine from Toudou who squirms in his lap, failing to
maintain the kiss. He blushes hard and jerks away reflexively when he feels
Kinjou’s erection swelling steadily against his thigh.
“Toudou…” Kinjou begins, a little breathless somewhat to Toudou’s surprise,
though he supposes anyone would be after a few solid minutes of making out.
“Come back to my room with me.” Toudou finds himself replying in a voice he
barely recognizes, his own words not catching up to his ears until a moment
later—which promptly causes them to redden. It's too late to retract the offer
even if he wanted to.
Toudou’s eyes are hazy and half-lidded, his lips bitten red. It's not an easy
invitation to misconstrue, and an even more difficult one to turn down—not that
Kinjou has any mind to.
“Yeah.”
In spite of Toudou’s invitation neither makes any sudden moves to get out of
the bath. They seem content to make out for a few more minutes first, Toudou
becoming quite at home in Kinjou’s lap despite his stomach doing nervous, jerky
flips every time he feels Kinjou’s dick flush against his inner thigh. Their
limbs are slippery underwater but Toudou admittedly enjoys how light he feels
in Kinjou’s steady grip, it pairs well with the dreamy lightheadedness he
feels—no doubt a combined result of being kissed breathless and the hot water
making him feverish.
“We really need to get out,” he pants, lightly smacking his obnoxious forehead
against Kinjou’s to break their lips apart for even just a moment. It's hard to
catch his breath. “I wanna do more than kiss.”
“We can. We don’t have to get out.” The suggestive lull to Kinjou’s voice
nearly sends his skin rippling with goosebumps, or maybe it's just that his
arms are cold now that they've come out of the water to brace firmly against
Kinjou’s shoulders in a poor attempt at protest.
“We do.” Toudou insists, pouting adorably. Kinjou has a feeling he could coerce
Toudou into staying, but he isn’t so mean spirited. Getting caught here
probably means something much worse for Toudou than it does for him, after all.
Toudou himself has half a mind to just give in and stay. Honestly the idea of
getting fucked by Kinjou in the bath—at his own family’s inn no less—is pretty
exciting to him, but no one is worth the risk of getting caught and sullying
his family’s reputation (and probably getting disowned) even if they are as
ridiculously hot and good at kissing as Kinjou has proved to be.
Kinjou taps Toudou’s thigh, motioning for him to get off his lap, and hoists
himself from the bath. Toudou instinctively slaps his hands over his eyes with
a faint squeak at the sudden full-frontal of Kinjou’s impressive naked body. He
knows it's stupid, all things considered, but it's just a reflex. If Kinjou
finds this quirk at all off-putting, though, he doesn’t show it; he merely
chuckles, wrapping his towel around his waist, and saunters off to get changed.
There's no point in saying anything more since Toudou is sure to follow. Toudou
reaches for his towel, too, exhaling a deep, jittery sigh in the brief moment
he has to himself before going to get changed as well.
It's hard to wrap his head around it. Now that they've pulled apart and are
silently changing into their yukata on separate sides of the changing room,
Toudou has a moment to think about what he's getting into. It's surreal, the
thought of leading Sohoku’s ace captain back to his bedroom and doing lewd
stuff behind closed doors, but that's exactly what was going to happen, isn’t
it? He wonders if Kinjou will change his mind now that their little moment in
the bath is behind them.
Nonsense, he shakes his head, I’m totally irresistible.
Still, if they call it off here it won’t be too late, they could just forget
it—
Kinjou emerges from behind a row of cubbies, looking painfully, mouth-
wateringly handsome in his yukata. Toudou sucks in his breath. Nope. There's no
way he can forget it, he's doomed. At any rate, Kinjou doesn’t make any sudden
preying moves on Toudou, maybe even a little bit to the climber’s
disappointment, but he doesn’t look about to bolt any time soon, either, so
that's encouraging.
“Let’s go.”
Toudou nods, sliding the shoji screen to the side and stepping into the hallway
without a word.
After a few awkward run-ins with some of the inn staff and even at one point
Kinjou’s parents—at which Toudou finds himself very visibly flustered (“Toudou-
san kindly offered to show me some of his cycling magazines, we’ll be in his
room for awhile” “I’ll be borrowing your son for awhile, pardon me!”), they at
last make it to Toudou’s room, which is kept in separate quarters from the
guest rooms just as Kinjou had suspected.
The moment the door is shut and locked behind them, Toudou sighs. “I can’t
believe we ran into your parents…” he says, feeling like his entire body is
going to turn to goo from constant nerves. Feeling this uncool is
exhausting—he's always cool.
Kinjou seems uninterested in Toudou’s obvious nerves, or in his conversation
for that matter, immediately resuming where they’d left off by guiding the
Hakone climber down onto his own bed and pushing him onto his back. Well
this works too, Toudou thinks, admittedly glad he doesn’t have to think about
how to awkwardly try to start things up again.
They kiss some more but it's mostly just to keep Toudou quiet while Kinjou
unlaces the obi and strings of his yukata, pulling back for a moment to admire
how good he looks on his back like that, clothes open, hair splayed out on the
pillow, chest puffing up and down as he goes breathless from kissing. His
skin's smooth and his body tight and Kinjou's eager to press his mouth against
all of it, inviting himself to nip at the other boy’s ribs and chest and tummy,
smoothing over the skin with plush lips.
“Kinjouaahh,” Toudou shudders involuntarily as Kinjou seems to discover the
skin just below his navel to be very sensitive. Kinjou merely smirks but finds
himself surprised as Toudou suddenly forces himself to sit up, pushing Kinjou
off him. “Wait. Let me.”
He looks surprisingly serious, which is pretty cute, so Kinjou is content to
humor him. Toudou sucks in a breath as he pulls the yukata back from Kinjou’s
shoulders, revealing the heavenly muscular body hidden beneath. He takes a
moment to revel in it—hoping Kinjou will appreciate that he, the beautiful and
desirable prize climber of Hakone, would deign to worship some other guy’s
body. But how could he not? Kinjou is amazingly toned, not too bulky but
expertly cut. His lips and hands find every inch of him ideal, even—no
especially—that scar he proudly bears. The real prize is further down though,
and Toudou takes no time in reaching for it, wrapping his hands around
that thick cock, feeling his cheeks burn involuntarily at how warm and smooth
it is to the touch. Kinjou twitches involuntarily at the sudden contact, making
Toudou glow with unnecessary pride. It doesn’t take long to get him fully hard
again, and Toudou just as soon lowers his head to help himself to a little
taste.
The sound of Kinjou’s uneven breathing is as pleasant to Toudou’s ears as he
slides his tongue over the slit of his dick, lapping up the precome. He hasn’t
done this a lot, giving blowjobs that is, but he's pretty confident with
himself regardless. And he's also eager to impress, which certainly isn’t going
to earn any complaints from Kinjou. When Toudou’s mouth closes around him
fully, Kinjou allows a hand to curl comfortably at the base of Toudou’s head,
burying his fingers in those dark, sleek locks, still a little damp from the
bath. He massages Toudou’s neck encouragingly and Toudou in turn purrs around
his cock, the resulting vibrations causing Kinjou to let out a hushed,
satisfied groan. Well that certainly is nice.
Nicer still is Toudou’s current position: one hand at the base of Kinjou’s
dick, the other braced against a muscular thigh, his arms bent and shoulders
pulled in towards Kinjou’s lap with his ass up high in the air. Just like a
cat, Kinjou thinks, suppressing a chuckle and petting Toudou as if he is one,
starting from the base of his neck all the way down along the curve of his
spine and up to his bottom. He runs his fingers over the soft, perfect skin,
reaching around to rub him teasingly. The reactions from Toudou are priceless,
wanton little purrs and mewls roll off his lips and tongue as his mouth gets
sloppier and sloppier over Kinjou’s cock. It's more lewd than Kinjou had
expected from someone as prissy as Toudou but definitely not unwelcome.
“Toudou.” he interrupts, earning a surprised look from the boy in question,
though maybe there's a hint of relief since he looks to be much in need of air.
“Do you have condoms?”
Still panting, Toudou nods gingerly, sitting up to go dig in the drawer beside
his bed for a condom and some lubricant.
“Here.”
“Thanks.”
Kinjou sets the condom aside for now, flicking the lube cap open first,
instead. Toudou feels heat gathering in his abdomen knowing what's about to
happen next.
"Do you want to?" Kinjou barely raises an eyebrow, since he's pretty sure he
knows the answer already, but it's always good to ask.
"Yes."
“Lie on your back and spread your legs.”
“Ahahaha,” Toudou laughs nervously, but does as he was told, “It’s kinda
embarrassing when you say it, isn’t it.”
“Is it?” Kinjou smiles darkly, taking in the sight of Toudou’s shapely legs and
flat tummy as he obediently presents himself, “It’s going to feel good…” he
leans in.
Toudou’s voice falls quiet but is unmistakably loaded with wanting, “I know.”
The first finger goes in with minimal coaxing and Toudou immediately tightens
around it, giving Kinjou a likely preview of what was to come. The second
slides in even easier, encouragingly.
As usual the silence is killing Toudou, feeling even in this situation like he
has to say something, but Kinjou pumping his extraordinarily thick fingers in
and out of him at such a tantalizingly slow but heavy rhythm makes it difficult
to form words let alone thoughts. Just as well, since Kinjou doesn’t really
feel like listening to someone talk while they have an ass full of his fingers.
“Mmm, kiss me again.”
Kinjou doesn’t need telling twice—he has absolutely no reason not to, anyway.
He presses his full lips over Toudou’s trembling ones, with a brief knowing
smile, just before twisting his fingers all at once inside him to press at his
prostate. Toudou’s whole body shakes and he gasps against Kinjou’s mouth,
practically clawing at his back.
“Whoa, whoa, yeah—” he throws his head back, seeing stars every time Kinjou’s
big, rough fingers rub and tease the same spot inside of him, “Do...do that
forever—that feels so good…!!”
Kinjou chuckles again, happy to oblige, kissing Toudou’s throat so he can feel
the climber’s adam’s apple bob up and down with every sharp intake of breath
and fruitless attempt to swallow back a moan.
“Wait, no, do it with your…” He covers his face with his arms, as if shame can
seriously still get the better of him while already writhing and moaning with
three fingers in his ass, “...with your dick.”
Despite his request, Toudou whines regrettably when Kinjou’s fingers leave him,
feeling empty and uncomfortable, but he manages to hoist himself up on his
elbows enough to watch dazedly as Kinjou tears the condom wrapper with his
teeth and begins to roll it on. There's something really hot about watching a
guy put on a condom, but even hotter for some reason when it's Kinjou.
For the briefest moment it dawns on him that this is his captain’s rival, and
one of Maki-chan’s best friends. Is he crazy?  How on earth did he even get to
this point…? And why is it that knowing this just serves to get him more
excited?
He's brought back to reality by a firm hand on his hip. “I’m putting it in.”
Toudou nods, laying back again as Kinjou lifts his legs up and apart and
pressed in. Kinjou has big hands, sure, but this is definitely a tighter fit
than fingers. He sighs at the tight sensation and is pretty sure he hears
Kinjou do the same.
They start slow at first, Kinjou testing the limits of Toudou’s body—how far in
he could go and at what pace. He runs gentle palms along the sides of his body,
squeezing into his soft waist between bony ribs and hips. Toudou hiccups below
him, making cute noises every time Kinjou picks up the pace or thrusts with a
bit more force. He rocks his hips harder—
“There!” Toudou’s eyes shoot wide open, his entire body tensing up when Kinjou
finds that sweet spot inside of him again.
Kinjou grunts at the sudden tightness around him, teeth gritting as he holds
back a moan. He has a feeling he can make Toudou come without even touching him
just from this alone, but he doesn’t want to wait, feeling himself teetering
towards the edge himself. A few solid pumps of Toudou’s dick and the boy is
done for, Kinjou coming soon after. When it's safe to pull out he ties off the
condom and tosses it in the nearby bin.
Neither of them say anything. It’s not like there's much to say—they aren’t
even exactly friends, in truth. For whatever reason that thought makes Toudou
suddenly chuckle to himself. Maybe it's due to some other thought, but Kinjou
joins in too. They're both sweaty and breathless, laying on their backs, both
amused but more importantly really satisfied from surprisingly really goodsex.
“Just do me one favor.” Toudou says suddenly.
Kinjou turns to him with an amused smile. “Sure.” He half expects Toudou to say
something cheesy like ‘don’t fall for me after this’, but thankfully he
doesn’t.
“Don’t tell Maki-chan.”
Kinjou nods, not that he has any plans to do so. And has a feeling Toudou had
already figured as much.
He sits up at last and gathers himself, slipping back into his yukata even
though his sluggish body honestly yearns to lay around naked on Toudou’s cushy
bed for at least another good hour or so. He stands, goes to the doorway,
pauses and turns around. So this is where they become acquaintances again.
“Goodnight.” He says with a polite smile and subtle bow of his head.
Toudou returns the smile, poised and feline, “Goodnight, Kinjou-san.”
 
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