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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
  Additional Tags:
      Plus_brief_appearances_of_the_Hakone_Bike_Brigade, Plot_What_Plot/Porn
      Without_Plot, Okay_but_there_is_a_little_plot._If_you_squint, Arakita
      needs_a_hug_probably, Drama_&_Romance
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      Published: 2015-09-01 Words: 5401
****** In This Light ******
by pyuupyuu
Summary
     In which Arakita Yasutomo decides to act on the advice given to him
     by Shinkai Hayato who, unknowingly, was actually the crush he was
     advising Arakita on. Alternatively titled: The Boys Take a Bath and
     Deal with Their Feelings, and Then Things Get Steamy
Notes
     Written for my lovely friends Molly and Lucy, who were the first to
     introduce me to Yaoipedal Hell <3
     I'm not really confident in my ability to write drama, so if the
     beginning sucks, sorry! Just hit CTRL+F and type in "Bubble bath" and
     you'll skip to the part where the juicy stuff starts happening
     lmao..........
     Either way, I hope you enjoy this filthy mess nonetheless!
See the end of the work for more notes
Arakita was outside of Shinkai's door. It was late— or early, depending on what
you considered 1:32 a.m. A thousand thoughts were currently buzzing through his
head, and he couldn't sleep.
 
It had been pouring rain when he jumped on his bike and furiously cycled to
Shinkai Hayato's house, a despairingly limp bouquet of blue carnations
carefully pressed and tucked under his jacket.Make sure to show her how you
feel, Shinkai’s voice echoed in his mind. Flowers would work best.
 
Shinkai had instructed him to buy red roses, which were the simplest way of
conveying love— the pure, deep kind— but Arakita couldn't hold himself back. I
need the blue ones, he had insisted, vaguely pointing at a bouquet as the
bewildered florist ran to wrap his purchase. She hadn’t known that suggesting
perhaps red roses for that special girl of yours, hm? would set him off; it was
impossible for anyone but him to understand his complicated affliction with
blue, blue eyes, and the way they never failed to make his insides churn.
 
But now, standing on Shinkai's front steps, the events from earlier seemed
pretty pointless to dwell on. The rain had ruined the flowers, regardless of
whether they were red or blue. And who the hell shows up to confess at 2 am,
anyways?
 
It was his fault. He said stupid things. He took even stupider actions. And,
worst of all, he was dumb enough to get a crush on his teammate in the first
place— the one with the ridiculous red hair, and impossibly full lips.
 
Shinkai thought he was giving Arakita helpful advice to woo his fake date that
night— a lie Arakita made up on the spot when Shinkai walked in on Toudou
giving him unwarranted dating advice. And so while he might've lied to Shinkai
about liking someone else— Toudou had given him such a disapproving look, which
was disgustingly hypocritical for a guy who took years to confess to his crush—
he didn’t feel all that guilty about it. If anything, he felt a strange sense
of relief. This whole secret crush thing he had for Shinkai had been eating him
alive, and now he was almost glad to be finished with the ordeal, for better or
worse. Shinkai would know after tonight that Arakita was a filthy-rotten liar
with a perverted crush. He could only hope the other would forgive him.
 
Suddenly self-conscious, Arakita couldn't bring himself to knock. He hissed out
insults at himself and drew out his phone with wet, numb fingers, not stopping
to think as he dialed Shinkai's number that it was nothing short of a miracle
that his cell phone still worked.
 
Shinkai picked it up on the second ring. "...Arakita?"
 
"Yes," he answered dumbly, before realizing he had to give him an actual reason
as to why he called him at fucking two o'clock in the morning. "I'm outside.
Outside your house, that is."
 
"W— why?" He yawned loudly into the receiver. "Did... your date go bad, or
something?
 
Arakita rolled his eyes and winced at the mention of his imaginary date. "Come
let me in before you have to peel my frozen body off the pavement, asshole."
 
Faint laughter washed over Arakita from the other end, and his responding flush
burned his body hot and cold. Oh, fuck. Shit. He's coming. He's actually
coming. What do I say now? What is there to say? I... Shit, oh God, I— "Hey."
 
Shinkai was dressed in baby blue pajamas with little sheep patterned on the
bottoms, way too pure for the sinful way Arakita's stomach lurched upon seeing
the other boy wipe sleep from his eyes. And then Arakita realized he had the
foreknowledge to pull out the limp carnations, the physical embodiment of his
pathetic, sad love life—
 
Arakita looked down at his feet and wished the wet ground would swallow him up.
 
“Yasutomo? Why do you have those?”
 
“I…” He swallowed loudly and thrust them into Shinkai’s chest. “Take them. I’m
going now. Goodbye.”
 
“Wh—”
 
“See you at practice!” He yelled, and almost instantly, he felt like punching
himself in the face for saying something so stupid. Well, that was that. His
life was as good as over.
 
Before he had time to take in Shinkai’s reaction, he turned and (fast) walked
back out to the street, his kneejerk reaction to get the hell away and put
distance between them instead of, say, explain what the fuck was going on to
Shinkai, or, even better— grab his bike.
 
The wind and rain battered his face as he remembered how miserable the weather
actually was. He felt like screaming from frustration. Why was everything so
awful? Why was he so bad when it came to people? He knew he couldn’t form
relationships by being an asshole and keeping people at a distance. But he
didn’t know any other way of dealing with people, tonight being proof enough.
 
He could hear Shinkai calling him, but he didn’t want to answer. He couldn’t
answer. What was there to say?
 
The ground went out from under him as he slipped into a pile of wet leaves, and
he was too angry to care that he looked like an idiot, and if he wasn't so busy
being melodramatic, he probably would've noticed the row of leaves on the curb
and avoided falling in the first place.
 
He might as well just die there. It was pitch black— aside from the full moon—
and nobody would be able to find him until morning, at least, so that would
give him a good few hours to die from hypothermia.
 
But then he heard the telltale sound of bike gears shifting, and Shinkai was
there, stopping ahead of him and leaping off his bike, not even bothering to
lower it down carefully. Arakita was furious. Why'd he follow him? Didn't he
know what the flowers meant? Wasn't he grossed out with him by now?
 
"Yasutomo, are you alright?" Shinkai wasn't his usual calm self. His eyes
swirled with an intensity that had always lurked beneath the surface, but never
before had Arakita seen it in it's pure light. He shivered.
 
"No, I'm FINE. Go home."
 
"I don't believe you," Shinkai said simply, leaning closer, his hair nearly
pink, the moonlight setting it ablaze with a warm glow. Arakita pushed him away
by his shoulder, looking away.
 
"I'm okay, see? No broken bones. Nothing."
 
"Yasu—"
 
"I'm perfectly good. Fucking, amazing, even," he spat, standing up, brushing
off wet leaves that clung to his body as he stood. He ignored what felt like
roadburn on one of his arms. "Go home."
 
"Yasutomo—"
 
"Go the fuck home! Just— just stop already," he yelled, and he knew then he was
done for because his voice cracked on the last word, and he could see Shinkai's
eyes visibly soften. He couldn't hide anymore. For as tough as his words were,
he knew that his harsh exterior had just crumbled before Shinkai, despite his
efforts to hide behind his facade. If Shinkai realized he had been trying to
confess earlier, Arakita knew he'd connect the dots between that and his
current distress; then, Shinkai would feel guilty, even, for being the cause of
Arakita's pain— possibly the only time he'd ever seen Arakita too upset to keep
his walls up.
 
"I'm sorry," Arakita muttered, dragging his hand across his face. "I'm going
home now."
 
"Yasutomo, please listen to me for a minute."
 
"No, it's alright, okay? I know... I know it was weird of me. I lied about the
date, by the way. I panicked and made up some shit story because I couldn't
face… you. Yet. But you know what? Now you know anyways, because I suck and
couldn't keep it to m— mmhph— mmh."
 
As the rain softened and slowed to a gentle caress rather than sheets of ice,
Arakita learned two things.
 
Number one: His suspected roadburn from falling was, in fact, definitely there—
as Shinkai's hand closed around his wrist to pull him forward, he was barely
able to stop himself from jerking out of his grasp. Shinkai noticed, and
loosened his hold.
 
Number two: Shinkai's lips felt as soft as they looked.
 
Arakita's brain had checked out sometime a few hours ago, but now he was
certain it was absolutely fried beyond repair. Shinkai was kissing him. He was
kissing him. Shinkai’s right hand had moved to cup Arakita's jaw, gently
pressing, angling it slightly to better deepen the kiss.
 
Before he could even consider kissing back, Shinkai had pulled away, taking off
his raincoat and throwing it at Arakita. "Put that on. You're coming back with
me, before you catch a cold."
 
Arakita protested the entire way as Shinkai wheeled his bike alongside him,
adamantly refusing to take back his jacket. Arakita was particularly insistent
because it was easier to obsess over a jacket than the fact that they
justkissed. Their bickering was way more their natural dynamic than that.
 
But eventually even he gave in to Shinkai's stubbornness and he stopped trying
to give the coat back to his owner. With nothing else to talk about, they
walked in silence.
 
Slowly (but not slow enough), they returned to Shinkai's home. Thunder rolled
overhead as Shinkai brought a single finger to his lips in the universal symbol
for quiet, leading Arakita to the back door and sneaking upstairs in through
the kitchen.
 
The two boys stumbled through the hallway, the only light being the moon and
Arakita's dim phone screen. Then Shinkai showed Arakita into a room with a
large bay window, and he drew open the blinds until everything was washed over
in moonlight, and a strange sense of peace ensconced Arakita; he was freezing
and his wet clothes were sticking to him uncomfortably, so he sighed happily
when he saw the large bathtub below the window, and Shinkai dutifully filling
it up with hot water.
 
"The tub is large enough for both of us, if that's... ok with you."
 
In normal situations, it wasn't much of a big deal to take baths with others.
Public baths were more than common in Japan. But after that night, Arakita sort
of understood why Shinkai was making sure. That didn't mean he was happy about
it, though. "What, do you think I'm some kind of flustered schoolgirl, or
something?" He retorted, trying to ignore the way Shinkai was laughing in
between stripping in front of him. "We've bathed together before. It's not a
big deal."
 
Yet Arakita hesitated, choosing to remove his clothes in the dark corner
untouched by the otherworldly light, and sneaking into the tub while Shinkai
was distracted with pouring in bubble bath.
 
"Bubble bath... For real?"
 
"Yes. I love this kind," he said, smiling. "It smells like vanilla."
 
Arakita gruffly agreed it smelled good. He was thankful for the cover the
bubbles provided, too. But more importantly, he felt his body return to life as
the warmth from the bath thawed his frozen bones. He sunk into the hot water,
eyes closing with contentment.
 
But also because keeping his eyes shut was easier. Shinkai kept making eye
contact with him, and the tension at this point was tangible every time their
eyes connected and flicked away. It was absolutely unbearable. He had no idea
what to say. Was that a pity kiss? Did Shinkai feel bad for him, or something?
Was he going to make sure he was nice and toasty dry before sending him off
back home, never to be heard of again?
 
A chorus of mixed thoughts— both positive and negative— echoed in his head, and
he felt like screaming. Even though he wasn't sure if Shinkai liked him as a
friend— acquaintance, teammate, whatever— anymore, his body still screamed for
him. It was so embarrassing. He wanted to throw himself out the window for
being so out of control of his own emotions.
 
Suddenly, something ghosted against his thigh and he stifled a scream, jumping,
the water sloshing around at the sudden movement. "W-wh-what thefffuck was
that," he squeaked, body pressed as close to the side of the tub as he possibly
could. Shinkai was doubled over the bubbles, trying to hold in his laughter.
 
"I'm sorry, Yasutomo. I think that was my foot."
 
A few moments passed and then suddenly, Arakita was right next to him,
unexpectedly clenching his fingers on Shinkai's arm beneath the water, gauging
his reaction. "Asshole. See, isn't it scary when something touches you in the
dark?"
 
Shinkai blinked at him slowly. "No, not really— since I know it's just you. You
could touch me whenever you’d want and I wouldn’t be frightened."
 
"Yes, well— wait— I—" Arakita's mouth opened and closed helplessly, his face
going through at least four different expressions before settling on mortified.
He groaned and slumped forward onto the bathtub's edge, his cheek and forehead
half-shoved into Shinkai's shoulder. His grip on his arm only tightened, as if
to say help, how do I react?
 
Shinkai chuckled at the other's bashfulness— and Arakita, stiff as a board,
shivered as the laugh from Shinkai's chest vibrated through him, setting him on
fire.
 
"Are you still cold? You're shivering..."
 
Arakita grunted noncommittally.
 
"Maybe you have a fever, then. Let me check."
 
"No!" Arakita protests, pushing Shinkai away, but he was too slow and Shinkai,
now more mindful of the roadburn all down his left side, grabs onto his right
wrist and wraps his other hand tenderly around his chest, trapping him.
 
His bright blue eyes twinkled mischievously. They were more effective at
keeping Arakita still than any restraints could. And then, slowly, as if not to
startle the other, Shinkai pressed his lips to Arakita's forehead. "Hmm," he
hummed, his breath fanning over Arakita's brow. "You feel fine to me."
 
"Y-you can't tell anything by doing that, s— stupid."
 
"Oh? Ah, yes, you're right. I have to check your cheeks, too— see if they're
warmer." Shinkai softly kissed Arakita's cheek, holding it until he heard
Arakita shakily exhale. "How unfortunate. I can't remember if your forehead was
warmer than your cheek... Let me check... again... ah, again..." Between each
pause Shinkai peppered Arakita's face with kisses— on his nose, his cheeks, his
eyelids (which were tensely screwed shut), the corner of his lips, his jaw, the
birthmark hidden in the crook of his neck.
 
"S-shinkai, don't... don't fffuck!— with me, ah," Arakita hissed between
clenched teeth, his fingers digging into Shinkai's shoulders with a vice-like
grip.
 
"Perhaps I should be more clear," Shinkai murmured, prying one of Arakita's
hands off his shoulder and holding it between his, now that he was no longer
fighting to get away. He kissed right beneath Arakita's palm— kissed along his
knuckles and the pads of his fingers, paying special attention to the red
calluses, hardened from biking— before unexpectedly biting the soft skin
between his thumb and index finger. Arakita gasped and his eyes flew open
finally— and Shinkai, satisfied with his results, leaned closer until they were
eye-to-eye. "Yasutomo, that was a confession earlier, yes?"
 
"I don't know what you're talking about."
 
"Ah, Yasutomo, don't be stubborn."
 
"Why do you keep saying my name like that? Stop it."
 
"But I like the way it feels on my tongue."
 
"Fu—"
 
"You like me," Shinkai deadpanned, eyes narrowing matter-of-factly. Arakita
tensed. He had two options— tell him the truth, or deny it, only to be cornered
into confessing the truth later.
 
Oh, fuck it. Arakita blushed furiously, looking away before nodding, slowly.
"...Yeah."
 
"Yasutomo, I have another question, then." Arakita answered him with a grunt.
Shinkai took that as permission to continue. "Can I kiss you?"
 
"You already have," he countered petulantly, heart leaping as he felt Shinkai
laughing again. The red-head's hands slithered up to rest around his shoulders,
his knees pressing into the space between Arakita's legs. Arakita nervously
pressed back into the tub, fearful he'd brush against him and find the— his—
his, uh—
 
"Relax, I won't move at all from here. You can come closer if you'd like,"
Shinkai said, rubbing reassuring circles into the back of his neck. All the
blood in Arakita's body relocated into his cheeks or the heat between his hips,
Shinkai smiling with a knowing smirk. "Don't worry, I'm the same."
 
Arakita barely had time to dwell on that before Shinkai kissed him again. This
time, though, it felt different. His lips— ever soft— slipped between his with
more pressure and insistence; Arakita's bottom lip trembled as Shinkai's lips
sucked it in with a wet pop before releasing it, hot breath shooting pleasure
through Arakita's veins.
 
Shinkai, true to his word, held still as Arakita squirmed desperately, sliding
forward before catching himself and holding back. He ached for contact— the
slight strokes of Shinkai's fingers along his back muscles and shoulders was
just not enough— and each kiss just spurred him on more.
 
Arakita leaned into Shinkai this time, his balled fists laying flat across his
pecs as he goes to kiss him. His mouth opened wetly and Shinkai licks along the
reddened lower lip. His tongue slides against Shinkai's, pressing together with
a hot insistence, impatient and demanding— like Arakita himself.
 
Then Shinkai traps Arakita's tongue and sucks on it, making the other jerk
forward with a moan. Heavy puffs of air come from the back of Shinkai's throat,
the muffled grunts the only noise he was making. Arakita felt ten times more
aware of how embarrassingly loud he was being— but then Shinkai released his
tongue, a strand of saliva dribbling down his chin— and went to attack his
collarbone instead, once again effectively silencing Arakita's thoughts. His
teeth and tongue alternated between biting, sucking, and licking until red
marks blossomed all along the protruding bone, decorating Arakita's skin with
bursts of color. Shinkai licked a strip of skin from his collarbone all the way
up to his jawline before sucking the soft skin right beneath it, too, unable to
suppress a low groan as Arakita quivered beneath him and desperately tugged at
his red hair. "Shinkai," he moaned, toes curling as he pushed off Shinkai's
thighs, his knees pulled in tightly to his own chest, trying to keep some
semblance of space between them.
 
"Mmm, Yasutomo...?" He answered, mouth just above Arakita's ear. "You like
that?"
 
"N, n— ahn... NO, ah, n-n—"
 
"No?" Shinkai asked, stunned, immediately leaning back with concern. "I thought
you—"
 
"No, YES, you dumbass!" Arakita hissed, tugging Shinkai back by his head to
kiss him open-mouthed, whining needily. "Don't make me, hhh, spell it, ah— OUT
for you, anymore..." He steadied his breath, hands on Shinkai's cheeks as the
other caught his as well, eyelids lowered halfway. "Shinkai, you idiot..."
 
Shinkai brought his hand up to brush the bangs out of his love's eyes. "Well,
in that case, we should head to my room, yes?" He sighed contently, nuzzling
Arakita's cheek. "The water's cold... And my bed's a lot warmer."
 
Shinkai pressed a kiss to the shell of Arakita's ear. "Spend the night with me,
Yasutomo. Please."
 
Before Arakita could even react, Shinkai pulled the plug on the tub and reached
for a towel, heading into his room across the hall. Arakita remained unmoving,
dumbfounded. The water was barely above his ankles before he realized he was
still tense and curled up on the side of the bathtub, soap suds clinging to his
feet. Shakily, he stood to get out.
 
The towel Shinkai left him was white and smelled like laundry detergent. He
wrapped it around himself tightly, trying to rub the goosebumps out of his
skin; the cold air was biting once again.
 
His teeth chattered as he stared into the wide mirror. With the window behind
him, any moonlight was blocked out by his form, and he was barely able to make
out much. He squinted and tugged down the towel, revealing the hickeys dotting
his neck— even with the bad lighting he could see those. He flushed profusely
and dragged a hand along his face, making a noise caught somewhere between a
sigh and a groan. He hated it. What if someone saw?
 
It felt so good. And so, so right. With that feeling rising in his chest and
threatening to break lose, Arakita finally mustered the courage to leave the
dark room behind, heading across the hall to where Shinkai's room was lit with
a soft glow.
 
Arakita gently shut the door behind him as he took in Shinkai's room. It was
simple and clean— a pale teal wall color paired with a wooden floor and
furniture. Shoved in the corner was a rabbit cage and accompanying feed.
 
But the best part was the string of tiny lights that ran all the way along
Shinkai's wall. It wasn't anything overwhelming or bright— rather, it gave off
the feeling of the entire room being lit by candlelight instead.
 
Arakita was so mesmerized he almost didn't notice Shinkai sitting on the edge
of his bed, towel wrapped loosely around his waist. He held out his hand
invitingly, and tugged Arakita towards him when the other accepted his hand
with hesitation. Arakita looked away shyly as Shinkai threw off his own towel
and maneuvered the two of them under his covers. Arakita stubbornly held onto
his towel.
 
"Relax, Yasutomo." Shinkai reassured, smiling.
 
"I'm perfectly relaxed."
 
Shinkai frowned, obvious disapproval written on his face. Arakita huffed out a
breath of exasperation. "What's your problem now?!"
 
"I don't know. I was just hoping you were a bit," Shinkai wrapped his legs
around Arakita's waist, and his mind reminded him that Oh, right, Shinkai's
naked— "a bit more, ah, riled— up."
 
Arakita tried to ignore whatever was pressing into his hipbone. "I th-though
you, ah— wantedmecalm," he hissed out in one breath, biting his lip to hold
back a groan as Shinkai's fingers pressed into the dimples in his lower back
and moved his hips forward.
 
"Fuck, for the love of God, Yasutomo— can I touch you? I don't wanna hold back
anymore—"
 
"Yes," he moaned, tugging Shinkai's hair back and attacking his mouth when it
dropped open in surprise, biting on his lower lip as payback for the bite marks
all over his collar. His hands dug into Shinkai's shoulders as the other pulled
him down, their hips clumsily sliding together with each ill-timed thrust.
Arakita threw off his towel and propped himself up, his body hovering inches
over Shinkai, spread eagle, eyes widened in surprise. His hands were back
helplessly by his head.
 
And then he locked his hips and wrapped his legs around Arakita's waist,
tugging him down and switching their positions with the momentum. Both were
breathing hard as Shinkai painstakingly moved his hips forward, Arakita crying
"fuck" as their cocks finally rubbed against each other with nothing in
between. Shinkai lovingly kissed any spot of skin he could find as he took up a
slow rhythm.
 
"Ah— ahh, hah, hha— ahh, fu-fuck, Shinkai, I need—"
 
"Shhh," Shinkai hushed him, recapturing his lips sloppily, then pinning
Arakita's hands above his head. "I'll give you anything you want, I promise.
But not yet."
 
"Wh—" Shinkai twisted Arakita's nipple and he jerked his hips up suddenly,
moaning.
 
"You're gorgeous," Shinkai said, rubbing over the nipple, the mix of pain and
pleasure driving Arakita mad. "God, your body is so— beautiful, you're
beautiful when you're like this— it makes me want to fuck you until you can't
walk, I— shit. You're mine now, you know that?"
 
Arakita moaned, his pupils blown wide with arousal as his glazed eyes stared
into Shinkai's. "Tell me so, Yasutomo. Tell me you're mine."
 
"I'm yours," he breathed. And he must've answered right, because Shinkai's hand
slithered down to wrap around both their dicks, moving agonizingly slow.
 
"Say it again."
 
"Fu— ah, hhah— fuck, Shinkai, move faster."
 
Shinkai squeezed, stilling his hand. "That's not what I asked for."
 
"I'm YOURS, okay? N-nobody else's, hah," he cried.
 
"Mmm. Okay, fine. I believe you," Shinkai stated, nonchalant as if this was
just another conversation held during practice. "If you want me to do something
now, you can beg me for it, Yasutomo. I might do it if you can... convince me."
 
"Move faster,"
 
"Hmm?"
 
"Ah— fuck! Stop being such a tease, dammit, move your ha— ah, y-yes, like tha—
hhah!"
 
Shinkai tugged Arakita into his lap, wrapping a hand around his dick and moving
from the tip to the base, twisting his hand as he went. A bit of pre-cum
trickled down as Shinkai circled his thumb around the slit. He quickly
collected it and spread it around Arakita's cock along with his own spit to
lubricate it; Arakita’s member was now making obscene squelching noises as
Shinkai's hand moved over it smoothly. Arakita let out a high-pitched whine,
crying out a string of unintelligible words, and Shinkai awarded him for his
pleas, his other hand moving to massage his balls. Arakita quivered beneath
him.
 
"Fuck, you're so hot," Shinkai murmured, pressing hard on the thick vein that
ran along the side of his cock. "I want to take you in my mouth and suck you
dry." Arakita cried out his approval, his hips locking forward. Shinkai smiled
deviously. "You like that idea?"
 
"Mmmhh, please, please— H-hayato, please—"
 
Shinkai flushed deeply at the use of his first name. His dick throbbed hardly
at how submissive Arakita was being, and now he was more determined than ever
to make him feel good.
 
Shinkai ordered Arakita to sit up with his back against the headboard with his
legs spread open. His cheeks were almost as flushed as his cock, it
tantalizingly spilling more pre-cum as it lay against his stomach. Shinkai
licked it off his skin and he shivered.
 
On a mission, Shinkai wasted no time turning his attention to Arakita's dick.
He blew hot breath over the head as one hand massaged the base. Arakita's hands
tangled into his hair, forcing him down; Shinkai chuckled and he lapped up more
pre-cum from the slit before finally, finally wrapping his lips around the tip.
He carefully covered his teeth with his lips, sucking experimentally and
looking up through his eyelashes to watch Arakita's response. His thighs shook
as he gave Shinkai a dazed look.
 
"Look at yourself," Shinkai murmured, licking a stripe up Arakita's cock. "You
can't even see straight."
 
"P-please, I— more," he begged, though for what, he didn't know. But Shinkai
understood. He hollowed out his cheeks and sucked hard on the tip, swallowing
down more and more of his cock with each thick swallow. He resisted the urge to
gag, instead focusing on the loud moaning coming from above, punctuated by ten
nails digging viciously into his shoulders.
 
"Hmmm," Shinkai hummed, vibrations from his voice pushing Arakita closer and
closer to the edge. Shinkai must've known from the way his balls tensed,
because he doubled his efforts, bobbing his head up and down as far as he could
without choking. His free hand massaged Arakita's cock, coaxing him towards the
edge, completely out of rhythm with his lips but getting the job done,
nonetheless.
 
"Hah! Ha-hayato, I'm close..."
 
"Then cum already," Shinkai hissed, his usual detachedness replaced by a fiery
urgency as he pumped Arakita's cock. "I want to taste you, Yasutomo. I want to
swallow it all while you cry my name."
 
"Nnngh, you're d-disgusting," Arakita managed, but his heavy panting said
otherwise. Shinkai's breathy laugh on his dick before he licked the tip and
twisted his wrist one more time was the death of him, sending Arakita keening
as his thighs clenched and toes curled. He was cumming, stripped of all
coherent thoughts as strings of cum dribbled over Shinkai's lips and cheeks.
Shinkai ravaged him, staying true to his word as he lapped up every last drop,
until Arakita stopped seeing stars and the heat in his gut was quelled. His
body felt like rubber. He was thankful now more than ever for the support of
the wall behind him, and the soft suppleness of Shinkai's bed. Dazed, he looked
down at Shinkai, who still had dribbles of his cum around his mouth. Now that
he wasn't blinded by lust, he actually had the dignity to feel a bit
embarrassed by the messy sight in front of him. "Shinkai, you dumbass— it's all
over you—"
 
"Yes, I know..." He purred, his tongue darting out to lick the last of it off
his face. "I love it. You were so... fucking good... hah."
 
It was then Arakita noticed Shinkai was still painfully hard. "Come here," he
said, barely above a whisper— he couldn't believe himself. Shinkai was going to
think he was gross and way too forward and—
 
Suddenly a heavy warmth rested itself on his thigh. Shinkai had taken the
liberty to wrap himself around Arakita, panting heavily as he rested his
forehead on Arakita's shoulder. "Touch me," he insisted, rolling his hips down
to grind his cock on Arakita's muscled thigh. He groaned loudly.
 
Unsure of himself, Arakita cautiously put his hands on Shinkai's hips,
steadying him as he rutted against him, Shinkai’s dick throbbing as it lewdly
slapped against his skin. Arakita bit his lip and tried to ignore how his cock
twitched with interest. He felt so filthy, so used— and he was strangely okay
with that.
 
Suddenly Shinkai slammed Arakita against the headboard and threw his legs over
his shoulders, squeezing Arakita’s thighs together as he rubbed his cock
between the sensitive upper thighs. He moaned and Arakita only managed to
tighten his legs around Shinkai's neck, covering his face to hide his blush.
"F-fuck, please, Yasutomo— touch me—"
 
"O-okay," he stuttered, and Shinkai cried out at the lack of contact as Arakita
pulled away— only to wrap one hand around his dick and begin pumping, gingerly.
But Shinkai was close and he wasn't in any condition to take it slow.
 
"Faster! Fuck, fuck yes, like t-that," Shinkai cried, watching Arakita with
heavy eyes as he stroked more confidently, the same kind of rapt attention in
his eyes as when he biked.
 
It was when Arakita's tongue darted out to curiously lick the tip that Shinkai
finally came, screaming "Yasutomo!" as he did. His hips kept jerking out of
control as ropes of cum covered Arakita's neck and face, which was currently
plastered with a look of pure shock.
 
Finally, Shinkai came down from his high, collapsing into Arakita's lap. He
came to his senses and started wiping the cum off Arakita’s face with a towel.
He licked off a little bit that landed on his wrist (somehow). "You're gross,"
Arakita hissed, but then Shinkai captured his lips and warmth spread throughout
his body; the taste was bitter, but heady— a reminder of what they'd just done.
He sort of understood Shinkai's weird fetish.
 
Or maybe he really was just truly disgusting. "Why are your tastes so fucked
up," Arakita complained, thinking of Shinkai's powerbars and— well, what he
just licked off his hand.
 
"Hmm, I disagree," Shinkai murmured, so close their noses touched. "I like you
after all, Yasutomo."
 
"That just proves my point further, idiot."
 
Shinkai looked momentarily crestfallen before kissing him again, chastely. He
pulled Arakita down until he rest on his pillow, too, and he could comfortably
spoon him. He pressed a kiss to the shell of Arakita's ear. "I don't care what
you think. You're wonderful."
 
"Shut up already so I can sleep."
 
"Mmh, okay."
 
- Epilogue -
 
"Arakita-san, did you go camping this past weekend?" Manami asked, curious.
 
"What the hell are you talking about," Arakita grunted, changing out of his
sweaty practice jersey. He went to slam his locker shut when it suddenly struck
him.
 
"Oh, sorry! I was just curious how you got so many bug bites."
 
“Huh? What’s this about bug bi— oh my GOD! I, I— I can’t believe you did it,
Arakita-kun!” Toudou yelled, equal parts mortified and proud.
 
“What the hell are you thinking right now, you fucking pervert?! Get back here
so I can stab out your eyes with that headband of yours!”
 
Manami just looked confused as Toudou jumped over the benches and out the door,
his high-pitched yelps as Arakita chased him (with a towel, of all things) able
to be heard within a 5 mile radius. Probably.
 
Shinkai's howling laughter could be heard all the way from the other room.
 
 
End Notes
     Wow uh... I hope Shinkai's parents didn't walk in on his room without
     knocking on the door that next morning like... Uh... Arakita, bro...
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