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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      弱虫ペダル_|_Yowamushi_Pedal
  Relationship:
      Fukutomi_Juichi/Shinkai_Hayato, Arakita_Yasutomo/Fukutomi_Juichi/Shinkai
      Hayato, Arakita_Yasutomo/Shinkai_Hayato, Arakita_Yasutomo/Fukutomi_Juichi
  Character:
      Fukutomi_Juichi, Shinkai_Hayato, Arakita_Yasutomo
  Additional Tags:
      Hand_Jobs, Mutual_Masturbation, Dubious_Consent
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-26 Chapters: 1/? Words: 3280
****** Never Had a Chance ******
by sirgilbo
Summary
     “Ah, Juichi? Just one more question-”
     The blond paused for a moment, feeling that uneasiness surge through
     his body once again.
     “Go ahead,”
     “Do you want to take your mind off of him? I can help you, Juichi-”
Notes
     This is the first on-going fic I've written in a LONG TIME, so I'm
     really excited to work on this project! There's going to be
     complicated feelings and relationships, so I hope you guys enjoy! :
     ) Also, this will only be underage for this chapter. The rest of the
     chapters will be in their third year!
See the end of the work for more notes
The stillness of the clubroom was unsettling. Activity thrived in the room
daily, whether it be training on the rollers or even discussing tactics and
training menus for the week. All the members on Hakone’s cycling team were
mostly present throughout the entire practice, and even then, several would be
in and out throughout the day. That’s why it felt so unnatural to the stoic
blond. Fukutomi sat on the edge of a bench, eyes stern as he stared at the
floor with his prominent brows furrowed together. The analog clock high on the
wall displayed the time, and light from the street lights outside allowed
Fukutomi to read the numbers easily.
12:06 PM
He was already six minutes late.
The conversation he had over the weekend replayed in the back of his mind. The
team was heading back from another successful race with Fukutomi taking first.
There were major improvements made with Arakita’s pulling, which was the
biggest accomplishment of the race in Fukutomi’s eyes. The second year didn’t
have the same experiences as the rest of the team, but he strived to work
harder than everyone else at practice. Fukutomi on several occasions had caught
him working even after their designated practice time. It filled Fukutomi with
a great sense of pride to see him succeed after pushing himself so hard.
Arakita had met several failures, but never gave up. That, to him, was true
strength. The former punk intrigued the ace, and he felt a strange excitement
in seeing him grow over time.
The race had ended and their captain went over notes on how everyone exceeded
his expectations, including the developing all-rounder. Fukutomi nodded in
agreement at his remarks, and they were adjourned to head back to their hotel
to get some well deserved rest. They had earned it. Fukutomi had been assigned
a room with Shinkai, as per usual, and he sat on the bed, contemplating over
the race. Seeing him ride with such genuine intensity, he knew that Arakita had
tapped into something primal now with his riding. It seemed instinctual to the
raven, and Fukutomi wanted to speak with Arakita about his performance
personally. It was his duty to monitor his progress, afterall.
“Juichi…”
Fukutomi glanced over with a quirked brow to the other bed where the sprinter
lounged casually. There was a soft look on the redhead’s face once he gained
the blond’s attention. Shinkai had been one of Fukutomi’s closest friends since
middle school, and because of that bond, it always seemed like he knew what he
was thinking. It was a strange ability that they adapted over the years of
riding together and growing stronger. Fukutomi knew no other person who could
read him so easily. At first it was unnerving how Shinkai could do such a
thing, but over time, he came to appreciate it.
“Are you thinking about Yasutomo?”
There it was. That strange trick again. Fukutomi kept his face straight and
simply nodded in response to the question.
“Yes, I was,” Fukutomi paused to glance away from Shinkai, looking down at the
notes that were laying in a neat pile on the bed. Truthfully, he’d been looking
over the records of everyone’s times during the race and noticed a remarkable
improvement in Arakita’s times. His concentration was completely broken now at
the interruption from Shinkai though, and he lost track of his count. “Why do
you ask?”
“Oh, no reason,” Shinkai shrugged his shoulders as he reached over to grab a
bag of chips he purchased as some sort of reward for his own achievement in the
race. “I guess I’ve been thinking about him, too.”
Fukutomi’s eyes wandered towards the television idly, wondering if there wasn’t
some other reason Shinkai had asked. It bothered him slightly that Shinkai
asked so specifically about Arakita. He knew that Shinkai had started to talk
to Arakita more frequently, and the two were getting closer. Toudou remained
unsure about Arakita and called him “cretin” several times in passing. It would
take more time for Toudou to warm up to someone as crass as their new teammate.
It was a good thing since the new team member needed to learn more about
teamwork and cohesion, which wasn’t exactly Arakita’s strong suit. Brown eyes
darted away from the television and back to the redhead leaning back against
the bedframe with that same soft look. Shinkai’s deep blue eyes searched the
blond’s face for a moment before grabbing a couple of chips from his bag.
“Juichi?”
“It’s nothing.”
The room fell silent, and an odd feeling overcame Fukutomi. What was it? The
ramblings from the television game show that was playing in the background
started to grate on the blond’s nerves a little. It took a decent amount of
distractions to get to Fukutomi, but when they started to pile up, he needed to
eliminate something to get back to work. It was just part of his process. He
pinched the bridge of his nose as he rearranged the pile of papers beneath him
to start his count over again. While he appreciated Shinkai’s company, he
didn’t enjoy being interrupted with mundane conversations. Talking about
Arakita like that without much of a purpose wasn’t productive. If it was
regarding his scores or maybe his performance during the race, then he would
understand. The all rounder shook his head as his eyes glanced over the times
scrawled on the charts, and it seemed like Arakita had been cutting off three
seconds off his times in the past three races. Impressive-
But then there was a shift on the bed that broke Fukutomi’s focus once again.
“Are those Yasutomo’s times?” The sprinter sat beside Fukutomi cross legged,
looking over his shoulder at the papers with a tilted head. He genuinely seemed
curious, and Fukutomi slid them towards the other so he could get a better
look. Shinkai carefully picked up the papers, scanning them quickly.
“Mm, he’s something else, isn’t he?” Shinkai’s smile grew as he handed the
papers back to his teammate. “How he rides is unique. That’s why you like him,
right, Juichi?”
Fukutomi froze at the words, feeling his whole body tense at the question. The
question wasn’t inherently negative, but that heavy feeling fell on his
shoulders again. He pursed his lips briefly, and kept his brown eyes lowered so
he didn’t have to look at Shinkai’s face. It was as if those blue orbs could
see directly into his mind and figure everything out so easily with just one
look.
He didn’t even understand why it bothered him so much.
“That’s-” Fukutomi cleared his throat. “We should go to sleep so we can
maintain our strength.”
Shinkai frowned in response, but gave a simple nod before moving away from his
bed and onto his own. The weight was gone and the tension in Fukutomi’s
shoulders finally eased once Shinkai pulled away. Was it because of Shinkai? It
couldn’t have been that. They have been friends for so long, and the blond had
never felt that before with him. He frowned, unsure of what to make of it, but
figured it wasn’t worth troubling himself over now. Without another word, he
gathered the papers together and put them on the nightstand securely before
turning off the lamp. They had to get up early to go home, and it already had
gotten so late. The blond peeked at the digital clock and the red numbers that
stared back at him through the darkness.
“Goodnight, Shinkai-” Fukutomi rolled onto his side, facing away from the glare
of the digital clock.
“Ah, Juichi? Just one more question-”
The blond paused for a moment, feeling that uneasiness surge through his body
once again.
“Go ahead,”
“Do you want to take your mind off of him? I can help you, Juichi-”
Fukutomi couldn’t shake that conversation from his mind, and he continued to
stare at the clock in the empty clubroom. He exhaled sharply through his nose,
unsure if this was worth the wait. What his friend had suggested seemed
foolish. It must have been because it was late that Shinkai had offered to help
him on Monday night. Meeting at midnight felt excessively secretive, and he was
just about to get ready to head out the door. There were classes the next day,
anyways, and he needed to remain focused. He remained diligent with his
homework before he headed towards the race, so he luckily didn’t have to worry
about that, but he still had upcoming exams to study for. A dull ringing in his
ears from the silence of the clubroom started to bother him, and his eyes
darted back over towards the clock.
12:34 AM
This was a waste of time, and he knew that it was better to just leave now and
forget about what he was told over the weekend. The blond stood up from the
bench and took a few steps towards the door, but he suddenly froze in place.
Fukutomi heard footsteps approaching, and he couldn’t be sure who they belonged
to. There was a knock on the door before it opened, revealing the familiar
auburn sprinter with a calm smile on his face.
“Ah, Juichi, I’m sorry I’m late,” Shinkai waved casually before shutting the
door behind him. “I hope you weren’t waiting too long.”
“You’re thirty-six minutes late,” Fukutomi nodded towards the clock that hung
above the clubroom’s door. He frowned, unsure why he remained still and didn’t
just call the whole thing off now and go back to his dorm.
“So, you were waiting. Diligent as always,” Shinkai smiled as he set a duffle
bag down on the ground. He took a few steps towards the other with that same
calm look on his face. Fukutomi wanted to withdraw away, but those blue eyes
focused on his kept a firm hold on him. “But I thought it’d be good to help
each other out.”
“I’m unsure what you mean by that, Shinkai,” Fukutomi’s dark brows furrowed at
this “help” Shinkai kept referring to again. He mentioned it before over the
weekend, and his first guess was that he just wanted to speak privately about
Arakita. That seemed to be the reason for this meeting, but why did it have to
be this private? They could have simply gone to a dorm instead to discuss
whatever Shinkai had on his mind. “I don’t need any help.”
That calm smile faltered for a brief moment on the sprinter, but he shook his
head with a soft chuckle. “Maybe it really is just me who needs a distraction
then.”
“A distraction?”
“Mm,” Shinkai managed to take a few steps closer to the blond, and without
realizing it, the backs of his knees hit the bench he was previously sitting
on. “I need you, Juichi. I need your help.”
Fukutomi still didn’t understand what Shinkai needed help with. He didn’t know
why he so desperately wanted a distraction, but pondering ceased once he felt
pressure against his back without realizing it. Shinkai was strong, he was well
aware of that, but never before did he encounter it like this. Shinkai grabbed
the blond’s shoulders to press him against the lockers quickly, and he placed
an arm above Fukutomi’s head. Brown eyes widened as he stared back at the blues
watching him so intensely, and he noticed that calm smile quirk into something
far more devious. A carnal look overcame Shinkai’s face that he’d never seen
before. A hunger that couldn’t be satiated, and a rush of heat ran through
Fukutomi’s veins.
“I’m sorry I made you wait, but,” Shinkai’s face leaned in close with heavily
lidded eyes, while his free hand moved to grab his hip firmly. There wasn’t any
escape, and honestly, the blond was unsure if he wanted to run away now. “I
need this desperately.”
Teeth sank down onto the exposed skin of Fukutomi’s neck, and he lolled his
head back against the lockers with a sharp inhale. Absently, he tilted his head
to give Shinkai more access, but he couldn’t understand why this was happening.
The blond moved a hand to grab the back of Shinkai’s loose shirt, nails
accidentally pressing against the nape of his neck. A soft groan escaped into
the crook of his neck, and Shinkai sucked gently on the skin he was working on.
A reward? It felt like one. Fukutomi’s eyes fluttered closed and blunt nails
again crossed over his teammate’s tanned skin. Another groan, and that pressure
against his hip suddenly moved over the growing need in his pants. Shinkai’s
palm rubbed across the fabric of his pants curiously, searching to see if he
was affected at all.
“Ah… Juichi…” His voice was soft against his neck, and the short, hot breath
caused Fukutomi to shudder. He’d never heard his name like that before, and for
some reason, he didn’t want Shinkai to stop either. They’d gone too far, he
knew that, but there was no turning back now. Whatever kind of “distraction”
this was… They could talk about it later. The hand moved deftly, unbuttoning
his pants and pulling them down off the blond’s hips. Shinkai removed the arm
placed above him to grab Fukutomi’s free hand, and guided it down towards his
own need. “There, please…” The room started to spin around them as Fukutomi’s
fingers slowly explored the fabric that constrained the bulge. Those soft
whines escaped from the sprinter, and he jerked his hips in response, silently
demanding for more. A lump in the back of his throat formed as he moved to pull
down the sweatpants, revealing the waistband to his boxers. Curiously, Fukutomi
dipped his fingers beneath the band to touch the warm skin of his friend, but
he hesitated briefly. Was this correct? He was only going by the reactions he
could hear from Shinkai, but he’d never had the experience with another person
before.
“Keep going,” Shinkai urged him quietly as his own fingers wrapped around
Fukutomi’s now exposed length. The redhead let out a pleased sigh as he started
to move his hand slowly, his lips still remaining close to the other’s neck.
“Just like that… Do what I do..”
That was a relief to the all-rounder to not have to ask directly what he
wanted. Shinkai laid it out for him, and at least this was something he knew
how to do. Fukutomi had touched himself before in the same way before, so it
wasn’t that complicated. Those long, calloused fingers moved to pull the
waistband down further to reveal Shinkai’s erection. Without thinking, Fukutomi
glanced down and his eyes widened at the sight before him, and he chewed on his
lower lip to hold back a groan. Shinkai’s hand casually jerking him off, and
then the view of Shinkai’s impressive size so close to him like this… His knees
felt weak as he mimicked the sprinter’s actions, and wrapped his fingers around
the girth of his cock. Shinkai didn’t hold back his moan against the other’s
neck, and there was a glint in his eyes when he shifted to look at Fukutomi’s
face directly.
“Does it feel good, Juichi?” He asked quietly, pressing his forehead against
the blond’s. Heat spread through his face, and he kept his lips pursed as his
thumb smeared precum along the tip. Fukutomi knew that’s what he liked, so
maybe Shinkai would feel the same way. Those blue eyes fluttering shut
reassured him he made the right choice. He stroked him methodically, trying to
figure out the pace Shinkai wanted from this. The pace Shinkai set faltered
briefly as Fukutomi moved his hand faster, and a soft chuckle escaped him. His
breath felt warm against his lips, and Fukutomi only wanted to hear more from
him now. Shinkai copied Fukutomi and sped up as well, smirking in response as
he tried to open his droopy eyes.
“Keep going,” Shinkai encouraged breathily, his eyes drooping shut again to
focus on Fukutomi. He nodded briefly as he let his hand glide, his methodical
process lost now as he continued. The heat of the moment must have broken his
concentration, and the pleased sounds from Shinkai didn’t help either. Beads of
sweat formed at his temples as he felt the pleasure build inside him, and he
knew that he didn’t have much time before he released.
“Shinkai, I-” But Shinkai must have known and his hand moved quickly, squeezing
to apply the right amount of pressure Fukutomi didn’t even realized he enjoyed
until that moment. He let out a low groan, his legs shaking from how good it
felt. Fukutomi attempted to copy the same actions, wanting Shinkai to feel just
as good. This was apparently his way of “helping” out his friend, and that was
the goal.
“J-Juichi-!”
But a sudden cry grabbed his attention, and Shinkai arched his back, forehead
pressed against his broad shoulder as he released into Fukutomi’s hand.
Fukutomi’s eyes widened, surprised to see that Shinkai came first, but his
shoulders hunched and legs trembled as he let out a low, satisfied grunt.
Fukutomi tried to catch his breath, his hand still idly stroking Shinkai as he
released into his hand, and he didn’t know what to do. He pressed his back
against the lockers to have some sort of support so his legs didn’t give out
right there. He was strong, but moments like this truly made him feel
physically vulnerable. Sweat ran down the middle of his back and the sides of
his face as he tried to regain himself, and he opened up his eyes to look at
Shinkai. Shinkai’s face was flushed with sweat caked to his forehead. He looked
down at his hand, trying to catch his breath as he met Shinkai’s gaze. The
redhead opened up his duffle bag with his clean hand and grabbed a towel to
clean the mess off his hands, and he offered it over to the blond. Fukutomi
nodded in appreciation as he did the same, unsure of what to do with the soiled
rag now.
“That was fun,” Shinkai chuckled as he took the messy towel, successfully
throwing it into the nearby dirty hamper they kept in the clubroom. Hopefully
no one would notice it. Shinkai glanced over at the clock above the doorway,
and Fukutomi took the time to quickly readjust himself, his head feeling dizzy
still as he started to realize what just happened. “Mm, we should probably get
going now. It’s late.”
Fukutomi simply nodded in response, unsure of what he could even say to him.
Did this actually help Shinkai with anything? The questions started to come
back now that his mind was no longer preoccupied with… things. Shinkai simply
smiled over his shoulder as he picked up his bag and nodded towards the door.
Fukutomi grabbed the key out of his pocket that their captain had given him,
and he wondered if it was a good idea to leave the clubroom together after what
just happened.
“You go ahead. I need to lock up,” Fukutomi didn’t make eye contact with
Shinkai as he stated this, hoping that he would understand and go ahead without
insisting otherwise. Shinkai’s lips turned into a brief frown, but he nodded in
response.
“Okay, Juichi, I’ll see you later then.”
Fukutomi simply nodded, and the sprinter left with his bag secured around his
shoulder. Once he left, Fukutomi glanced down at his hands with his brows
furrowed. If this was supposed to help them out, why did Fukutomi feel more
confused than ever before?
It was best to simply ignore that this ever happened, and just continue on.
End Notes
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