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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      弱虫ペダル_|_Yowamushi_Pedal
  Relationship:
      Izumida_Touichirou/Shinkai_Hayato
  Character:
      Izumida_Touichirou
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-02 Words: 1206
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by orphan_account
Summary
     His fingers are hesitant as they brush along his waistband, still so
     shy about interacting with the one part of his body he didn’t know
     that well, probably due to its lack of muscles.
Izumida knows he needs all the sleep he can get, yet somehow it won't come to
him this evening, the combination of the dorms' unreliable air conditioning
system and the lingering feeling of Shinkai's arm around his shoulders earlier
that day making him kick his covers away and stare at his ceiling, covered in
sweat despite not wearing anything other than underwear.
It's not the first time Izumida finds himself thinking about his upperclassman
before sleep, his mind often filled with thoughts of how strong he looked
riding ahead of him during practice, his beautiful smile and laughter while
talking with the other third years, his muscular back as he pulled his shirt
over his head in the locker rooms. Not to mention all those evenings Izumida
spent replaying his interactions with Shinkai in his head, imagining all the
different ways he could've responded instead of being stunned and flustered,
stumbling on his words.
Scenarios and responses he never manages to utter in reality, both star-struck
by the one he admires the most and embarrassed by how clueless and
inexperienced he is in any romance related area. Even with the way Shinkai
often wraps his arm around Izumida's waist, smiles and winks whenever they see
each other, touches his shoulders or arms for a bit too long and often
compliments him, Izumida doesn't delude himself into thinking that this kind of
attention is reserved to him. He sees Shinkai's hand right on their captain's
butt, his eyes on Arakita in the showers, the hours he spends talking with
Toudou, the kind words and smiles directed to any of the underclassmen.
Yet there was something in Shinkai's words and the way he looked at him that
made Izumida feel special, and his heart skips a beat when he remembers one of
the first compliments Shinkai gave him, over a year ago already.
"You've got a pretty good body."
Warmth pools at the bottom of his stomach from the memory, and the lack of
proper air conditioning system can't be to blame for how hot his face felt any
longer. His right pectoral twitches and Izumida brings his hand to it,
whispering its name as he hesitantly grazes a finger over his nipple. He can
still see Shinkai's face so close to his own from this afternoon, each freckle
on his nose, the smoothness of his full lips and the overly sweet smell of his
breath making Izumida crook his eyes and almost forget that he had just won
himself a place on the interhigh team.
Izumida flicks his nipple with his nail, thoughts of how strong Shinkai's hand
felt on his shoulder filling him, feeling like his face might combust as he
imagines those big fingers reaching just a bit lower, pinching his hardened
nipples just as he was doing so with his own fingers. The muscles of the left
side of his chest contract and Izumida giggles before whispering, "I'm sorry,
Frank."
He rubs his digits over both of his nipples, twisting them gently, his
underwear feeling progressively tighter as they harden. Izumida thinks of
Shinkai in the changing rooms, the way he always spent a while walking around
in nothing but his underwear, his muscular arms as he helps Fukutomi with his
tie, the back of his thick legs as he leans onto Arakita, his wink as he
catches Izumida watching him buttoning up his shirt.
Izumida feels his stomach tighten just as it did back then, caressing his right
pectoral one last time before slowly sliding his hand down his stomach, tracing
his fingers across each line of his muscles, taking in a deep breath and
letting it out as he says "Abs." His fingers are hesitant as they brush along
his waistband, still so shy about interacting with the one part of his body he
didn't know that well, probably due to its lack of muscles.
But he sees Shinkai eating one of his power bars, tongue reaching for a stray
crumb, thumb wiping his glossy lips, smiling a bit wider at anyone looking at
him doing so. Izumida pulls down his underwear, fumbling to wrap his hand
around the base of his dick, eyes closed and breathing heavily as he imagines
his upperclassman on the bed with him, his large hand pressing against the
length of his dick and his gentle fingers caressing the curves of Izumida's
stomach muscles.
Izumida didn't know that much about sex, too embarrassed to even look at most
of the videos and images Kuroda sent him on occasion, not understanding the
innuendo behind Shinkai, Arakita and Toudou's mutual teasing, not even familiar
enough with his pelvic area to have named it. But he knew just enough to
picture Shinkai leaning down between his legs, his full lips kissing the head
of his dick and Izumida moves his fingers there, rubbing his thumb across the
wet slit. His other hand moves between his legs as well, stroking along the
sensitive area below his dick before reaching the opening there, circling his
finger around it.
He moans, yet all he can hear is Shinkai's voice in his head, that low and deep
voice that always sounded so kind and never failed to comfort him, telling him
all those kind things again, humming as he takes his dick into his mouth, the
image in Izumida's mind embarrassingly similar to that of Shinkai's eating
habits. His hand strokes up and down the length of his own cock, imagining that
Shinkai would be able to take in his entire length in no time at all. He
tightens his grip around himself and pushes his other hand's finger into his
ass as he gasps and kicks the air, thinking about those constantly seductive
eyes looking at him and that soft red hair brushing against his inner thighs.
Izumida pictures Shinkai kneeling between his legs and pulling him by the hips
so that he's on his lap, fantasizing about his upperclassman thrusting into him
as he pushes a second finger in, too aroused to imagine any kind of foreplay,
preparation, or safety measure. He sees those wide hips swaying towards him,
that slightly plump stomach brushing against his dick as he leans down, those
defined arms wrapped around his thigh. Izumida strokes his own cock faster as
he hears Shinkai saying his name over and over, not even realizing that he was
repeatedly shouting "Shinkai-san" himself.
Izumida comes in no time at all, spilling all over his hands and lower stomach,
his muscles twitching and his whole body feeling like it's burning as he arches
his back, moaning. He takes a few minutes to catch his breath, face as red as
ever as fuzzy thoughts of Shinkai wrapping his arms around his waist, pressing
his shapely chest against his back and kissing his neck finally manage to lull
Izumida to sleep.
He oversleeps, his dreams too pleasant to wake up when the alarm signalling the
start of his morning workout routine rings, instead woken up by the sound of an
incoming text. He expects annoyed words from his childhood friend as he unlocks
it, instead greeted by a message that turns his entire face red:
"Good morning♥ lets do something after practice today(^_−)☆"
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