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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      弱虫ペダル_|_Yowamushi_Pedal
  Relationship:
      Arakita_Yasutomo/Toudou_Jinpachi
  Character:
      Arakita_Yasutomo, Toudou_Jinpachi
  Additional Tags:
      Oral_Sex, Blow_Jobs, Facials, Sex_Tapes, Video_Cameras, Dirty_Talk
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-09 Words: 1675
****** Get My Good Side ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Truthfully, he hadn’t been planning on actually doing anything with
     the stupid phone, but Toudou’s words give Arakita an idea. A
     horrible, undoubtedly very bad idea.
Notes
     broadens my pedal fic horizons with aratou midnight sin
Describing his relationship with his teammates isn’t Arakita’s forte. He’s a
man of few words, most of them thrown over his shoulder in irritation during
practice. His teammates respond in their own ways, of course: Shinkai might
laugh and shoot back some witty comment, Fuku-chan might tell him to waste less
oxygen.
Toudou, much like Arakita, is predictable—in that, unlike Arakita, he is not a
man of few words. On days where energy runs particularly high, they argue back
and forth, their voices carried by the wind to the end of their route. On those
days, one of them usually ends up against a locker after practice with a hand
down his pants, hitched breaths and annoyed groans filling the empty clubroom
air.
The metal is cold against Arakita’s back, through his sweat-soaked jersey: it
started raining halfway through practice, and the rest of the team opted to
bike back to the dorms right away. Toudou warms him up just fine, though, their
chests pressed together and their teeth clicking against one another in the
messy way their interactions usually go. Their hands grab at anything they can,
slipping on fabric, fumbling with zippers and pulling at hair (“take the stupid
headband off for once”) and banging against lockers.
Toudou’s mouth is at his throat when Arakita hears the familiar, obnoxious,
hellish two-tone ding of a text message. “No. No. Are you fucking kidding me?”
Wide, mock-innocent eyes blink back at him. Toudou blows bangs away from his
face half-heartedly as he leans back to reach into his pocket for his phone.
“Sorry. It’s probably—”
“I could not give less of a shit who it is,” Arakita snaps, though from the
look on Toudou’s face they both know who the message is from.
“He’s just checking in,” Toudou continues, red creeping up his cheeks, “we’ve
got a practice run next Friday and—”
“That’s it. Gimme your phone.”
Toudou’s mouth keeps moving, but no sounds come out. “Wh….wha…?”
“Your phone,” Arakita repeats, holding out his hand.
“No way!”
“I said give it,” Arakita growls, grabbing Toudou’s wrist and shoving the phone
towards the other boy’s crotch in the process. Toudou’s “eh?” of surprise turns
into a whine when the phone buzzes with another message, this time against his
shorts.
He’s a stubborn fucker, though, and doesn’t relinquish his grip on the phone
until Arakita manoeuvres his hand to the silent toggle on the side, flipping it
twice. The phone vibrates to life again, and this time Arakita doesn’t miss the
jerk of Toudou’s hips when it makes contact. His fingers loosen, and Toudou
sighs in defeat as Arakita holds the phone above his head.
“C’mon. What are you gonna do with my phone, huh? The real show’s down here,
anyway.” Toudou grinds against him for emphasis, and Arakita’s teeth dig into
his bottom lip at the hardness he already feels there.
Truthfully, he hadn’t been planning on actually doing anything with the stupid
phone, but Toudou’s words give Arakita an idea. A horrible, undoubtedly very
bad idea.
“It is, isn’t it?” He fiddles with the phone, his free hand palming Toudou’s
ass: if there’s one thing he’ll admit, it’s that all that climbing has done
wonders for it. “Then I guess I’ll give your phone the use it deserves.”
Toudou blinks slowly, curious, then apprehensive, then…
“Oh, my God. Oh, my God, you’re into this, you freak.”
“Nuh-uh!”
Toudou is a shit liar, but luckily he knows it well enough to avoid talking
further, one thigh pressed between Arakita’s legs and his mouth at his neck
again. Arakita lets his head fall back against the locker: he raises the phone
higher to squint at the screen, until he finds the camera icon and taps it with
a smirk growing on his lips.
He feels a sharp pain at his collarbone and lets out a yelp.
“Pay attention to me.”
“Shut up,” Arakita starts, but Toudou’s hand finds his growing erection easily
through his shorts, and soon enough his attention is on the other boy anyway.
Toudou keeps his mouth too busy to keep up the banter, at Arakita’s chest and
tweaking one of his nipples for good measure.
Arakita bites back a moan and gives Toudou’s shoulder a shove. “Don’t make me
drain your battery.”
Toudou rolls his eyes, but his hands trail along the waistband of Arakita’s
shorts before pulling down, exposing his length. Any comment Arakita’s been
preparing about how Toudou must be used to getting on his knees catches in his
throat the moment he runs his tongue along the underside of his cock, coaxing a
shiver from Arakita despite himself.
He angles the camera to catch Toudou’s face: his eyes are dark, looking up at
the camera – at Arakita – expectantly, his hand wrapped around Arakita’s cock
tight enough to shorten his patience that much more.
“Toudou…”
“Mm…” Toudou’s already one step ahead, winking at the camera before teasing
Arakita’s head with the tip of his tongue. Arakita muffles his moan with his
free hand.
He takes his fucking time, makes a real show out of taking Arakita fully into
his mouth. It frustrates Arakita on a good day; today it drives him up the
fucking wall. But it’s good footage, and they both know it—there’s something
about watching Toudou through the phone’s camera lens that makes this different
than their usual… post-practice tension release. Heat pools low in Arakita’s
stomach as he adjusts the zoom on the camera.
“Hah…you know how gross you look right now?” Arakita’s voice is low, and thick
with arousal even as he spits out the taunt. “It’s like you were made for
this.”
Toudou’s eyes flash, and Arakita feels the graze of teeth along his cock—not
hard enough to hurt, but enough to make him groan and almost drop the phone
when his body reacts in turn.
“Let’s see that face better.” Arakita reaches with his free hand, pushing
Toudou’s bangs back from his face: his headband has long since been discarded,
and his hair is still wet with sweat and rainwater. Toudou pulls his mouth off
Arakita long enough to pout at the camera, probably in response to his hair
being played with without permission: his lips are swollen and shiny with spit.
He thumbs the head of Arakita’s cock, an innocent smile replacing the pout.
Up. The fucking. Wall.
Arakita yanks on his hair hard enough for Toudou to cry out, and when his mouth
opens he brings his hips forward. It’s not his intention to choke him or
anything—not really, anyway, as much fun as it is to shut him up, but Toudou
brings his head forward and Arakita lets out a string of curses as his cock
slides down the other boy’s throat almost effortlessly.
“Jesus Christ—”
Toudou’s throat is hot around him, and he gives a few experimental swallows
before dragging his lips and tongue to the head again, rinse and repeat.
Arakita’s head hits the locker again, but he barely registers the metallic
clang it makes above his own breathing and the muffled sounds Toudou is making.
“Fuck. You’re really—really kissing up to the camera, aren’t you? Fuckin’
slut.”
Through the camera, he can see Toudou nod in agreement, heavily lidded eyes
still fixed on him through his lashes.
“I bet you’d come to this—get off to being taped. Are you? You gonna come just
from sucking me off on camera?” Even just saying it makes Arakita’s blood run
hot, and his hand in Toudou’s hair tightens its grip.
Toudou lets out a whimper and nods again. The sensation makes Arakita buck his
hips, and Toudou’s eyes water as he slides deeper into his throat again.
(Which, admittedly, looks pretty fucking hot on camera.)
Arakita can feel himself getting close: he pushes against the back of Toudou’s
head, muffling his moans against his crotch. The camera autofocuses on his hand
as it tangles itself in long, black locks. His climax builds in his hips until
he can’t take the heat of Toudou’s mouth, the pressure of his fingers around
the base of his cock.
He tugs on Toudou’s hair again, forcing his head back and off his dick as he
reaches orgasm but locking it in place with his hand. He misses the look of
surprise on the other boy’s face, but the camera captures it perfectly—along
with the mess that ensues. Toudou can’t move, but it doesn’t seem to bother him
too much, even as Arakita’s cum hits his face and hair. Below the lens, but not
away from Arakita’s line of sight, he can see Toudou’s other hand shoved down
his shorts, finishing himself off for the camera.
“Naaasty,” Arakita jeers, zooming in on his handiwork.
“Fuck—ah—!” What Arakita assumes was an attempt at a comeback is cut off
abruptly as Toudou climaxes, shuddering on his knees and his head hitting
Arakita’s hip softly.
For a minute, the camera only captures the ragged sounds of their breathing as
they come down from their orgasms. Toudou looks up at the camera and grins,
running a finger over his cheek and licking it off. “And… cut.”
“Ew.” Arakita shuts off the camera and tosses the phone onto Toudou’s gym bag.
“You gonna send it to Maki-chan?” He raises an eyebrow, half-serious.
Toudou makes an offended noise as he gets to his feet, inspecting the damage
Arakita’s finishing touch has left in his hair. “No way. Maki-chan deserves to
see something like that in person.”
“Whatever. Keep it for yourself, then, you look the type to jerk it to your own
voice—ow!” Arakita rubs his shoulder where Toudou’s punched him.
“I need a shower,” Toudou announces as he pulls a towel from his locker, “and
you owe me a new shampoo, ‘cause I’ll probably need half my bottle to get all
this crap out.”
Arakita sticks out his tongue, but grabs his own towel and follows suit,
zipping Toudou’s gym bag shut with the phone and their bad idea safely inside.
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