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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:
      Shinkai_Hayato, Izumida_Touichirou
  Additional Tags:
      Drug_Use, Drug-Induced_Sex, Blow_Jobs, Anal_Fingering, Anal_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-27 Words: 2438
****** You Ever Take A Good Hard Look at Your Ceiling? ******
by shaebutter
Summary
     By far, Shinkai was Izumida’s most loyal and frequent customer, but
     if anything he would be the reason Izumida went broke. Not like he
     minded the heavy flirting and especially attractive eyelash batting
     he received whenever Shinkai came around asking him so gently for
     discounts on another dimebag. No, that part he didn’t mind at all.
Notes
     polite weed dealer Izumida and stoner Shinkai I don't know what else
     I cant tell you
By far, Shinkai was Izumida’s most loyal and frequent customer, but if anything
he would be the reason Izumida went broke. Not like he minded the heavy
flirting and especially attractive eyelash batting he received whenever Shinkai
came around asking him so gently for discounts on another dimebag. No, that
part he didn’t mind at all.
And it wasn’t like he could say no to Shinkai inviting him over to smoke, not
with the way he leaned with his shoulder against the wall, hovering so close
Izumida could smell banana on his breath as he complimented his green thumb. He
remembered stuttering more than just a little as Shinkai shamelessly
complimented his eyes and urged him please would he come over, it would be so
nice to spend a little time together outside of practice. The red in his face
must’ve been enough of an answer for all words were good for.
He’d politely refused every time Shinkai offered him a hit, instead smiling
gently at the ridiculous (adorable) rabbit stickers decorating his bong. The
two of them sat comfortably atop the many blankets and pillows that swathed
Shinkai’s lumpy mattress, a pile of candy wrappers and empty chip bags growing
before them. Shinkai spoke very slowly about whatever was humming on the TV in
the far corner, staring off sleepily at Izumida’s mouth, which he pretended not
to notice. Shinkai leaned forward slowly as he talked, a little off balance,
eventually managed eye contact and smiled lop-sided up at him.
“Woah you…” He started, squinting a little. “You have really nice eyes.”
Shinkai practically leaned into Izumida’s lap. “You sure you’re good?” He
pushed the bong softly against his thigh with one hand, held out a lighter at a
more appropriate level with the other. “You grow some really good stuff.”
For lack of words (and trying so hard not to make a fool of himself by
attempting to speak) Izumida nodded appreciatively, grabbing the lighter and
pushing the bong back to Shinkai, feeling it slosh with the movement. Shinkai’s
dark eyes did not leave his as he bent down to the mouthpiece and Izumida relit
the bowl with a soft flick flick. He tried especially hard not to notice how
hard Shinkai sucked.
--
It was another night of this; Shinkai was splayed out on his bed in a mess of
comforters, effectively done smoking as Izumida sat rigidly at the corner of
the bed, back against the wall. Shinkai was very distracted by the texture of
the ceiling while Izumida was very distracted by how Shinkai’s wrinkled shirt
rode up, showing off a bit of his surprisingly rounded, temptingly soft
stomach. The silence was comfortable, they hadn’t needed the background noise
of the TV this time. Shinkai made a short grunting sound and sat up on his
elbows, using the distraction of his movement to lock eyes with Izumida once
again. He stared for a while before finally speaking, Izumida briefly wondered
why he couldn’t look away. “Hey, Touichirou, you wanna date?”
Izumida felt his entire body flare up. How high was Shinkai right now? That had
to be it, right? His hands felt damp and he wiped them across his jeans. He
averted his wide eyes back to the small desk on the other side of the room but
he just felt Shinkai’s gaze on him, knew those big cloudy eyes were locked on
him just out of view. His dry eyes flicked feverishly between Shinkai’s own and
a pile of neglected homework on the desk. Oh no. Oh no. Could he say yes? Was
Shinkai just fooling around? He wished he paid more attention to how much he
had smoked just then. There was no way he could answer with his tongue so stiff
and mouth dry as it was. And why was Shinkai still staring so calmly and
intently at him?
After an agonizingly long time of chuckling, coughing, and avoiding those
beautiful blue eyes, Izumida reminded him of the box of goldfish crackers he’d
brought along this time (a habit after seeing just how much food Shinkai could
go through), and he seemed sufficiently distracted. Izumida used the
opportunity to excuse himself to the bathroom and splashed water on his
overheated face.
--
“You know, Touichirou,” Shinkai began, running a wet rag over the back of his
neck after practice the next day, “you never did answer my question.”
Izumida stopped his motion of unzipping his sweaty jersey, suddenly feeling
very conscious. He stumbled a bit over his words, managing a meek, “Yeah?”
before turning his head in a futile attempt at hiding his face, biting the
inside of his cheek.
“So how about it?"
There were no words that could say what his scarlet face wasn’t already saying
for him, Shinkai chuckled deeply. “I’ll take that as a yes."
--
And here he was back on Shinkai’s lumpy bed, taking a deep breath of hot smoke
as a large, gentle hand rubbed circles on his lower back. The back of his
throat felt like it was burning and he’d told Shinkai earlier to put more ice
in the water, but as he pulled away from the mouthpiece and those soft lips
came down on his own, Izumida figured it wasn’t so bad. He allowed his stinging
eyes to close and Shinkai pecked many slow, thoughtful kisses on his closed
mouth, soon moving to part Izumida’s lips with his cottony tongue. He’d all but
forgotten about the breath he’d been holding until Shinkai (quiet literally)
took his breath away, shotgunning the smoke from his lungs until he had no more
breath left to give.
Izumida’s free hand trembled against Shinkai’s muscled thigh, feeling the room
spin and contort behind his eyelids. When he pulled away Shinkai’s eyes were
soft and narrowed, smiling with a playful sleepiness as he released the smoke
slowly to his left, letting the thick white clouds billow and swirl from his
lips. Izumida subconsciously closed his legs. He heard a chuckle, realized he’d
been biting his lip, and really wanted nothing more thank to relax into the bed
right next to his buyer-turned-boyfriend.
Shinkai, mind on the same track, pried the bong from Izumida’s frozen fingers
and placed it safely on the mess that was his bedside table before returning to
hold his hand, fingers lacing. Izumida all but jumped into his lap, partially
resting his rear on Shinkai’s knees. Was that too forward? His hands were in
that thick, wavy hair and Shinkai’s tongue was in his mouth (he didn’t mind
that he seemed to have missed that) and calloused hands had returned to the
small of his back, sending shivers up his spine. Shinkai didn’t seem to care
that Izumida was drooling just a little into the kiss, was he smiling?
The hands on his back dragged around to his hips and urged him to sit, relax,
to let this happen (and Izumida very much wanted this to happen), so he happily
obliged. Shinkai’s knees were bony but his thighs were soft and warm against
his own. Shinkai pulled back and stared at him again, lips parted, straight
white teeth partially visible. Izumida thought “you look like a bunny” and he
might’ve said it out loud because Shinkai was smiling with his teeth now.
Izumida couldn’t stop the embarrassing giggle that bubbled up in his chest.
There were strong arms around his waist and soft lips on his exposed neck and
Izumida couldn’t stop his own playful laughter. “Touichirou, you have a cute
laugh”, “Touichirou even your neck is red”, “You kinda rumble when you laugh,
how do you do that?” Shinkai muttered between mouthy, sloppy kisses and licks,
more or less musing to himself. Izumida was positively tingling, head fuzzy and
deep breaths comfortably warm as they collected in Shinkai’s hair, radiating
heat back to his face.
And he was trying really hard not to notice the beginnings of an erection
nudging his inner thigh. And he tried so hard to ignore his own arousal (was he
really trying that hardat this point?). But Shinkai hiked his knee and sent
Izumida stumbling farther forward on his lap and it was impossible to miss the
squeaking sound he made or the mischievous smile he was met with as Shinkai
definitely noticed.
Wildly embarrassed and operating on fight or flight, Izumida sat up, maybe too
quickly, but even as languid as he was, Shinkai was still faster. Hands held
him steady at the hips and oh he was staring again… biting his bottom lip and
smirking…
He just couldn’t deny that face.
Shinkai made a sound like he was stifling a laugh as he pulled up the edge of
Izumida’s shirt and ever so gently tucked his head under, chuckling to himself
uncontrollably. Izumida smiled wide and joined in, ruffling Shinkai’s hair from
under his shirt. A kiss met the tight skin of his stomach, just to the side of
his navel and Shinkai blew a raspberry, earning more sputtering laughter.
The heat of Shinkai’s breathy laughs returned to his kisses as they peppered
his abdomen, dragged his tongue lazily through the dips and creases of his abs.
Was he humming? Izumida felt light-headed again and shifted as hands brushed up
his sides and over his bare chest, resting again at the hem of his jeans.
A little eagerly, Izumida rid himself of his shirt, trying not to laugh at the
way Shinkai’s hair stuck up and frizzed out at odd angles from the static. And
maybe it was the weed in his system but the next few minutes were hazy and
Izumida only really recalls hearing someone’s stomach growl before Shinkai had
his pants open and mouthed lethargically at the front of his briefs. He held
onto Shinkai’s hunched shoulders like he would float away. He glanced down into
those puffy eyes that showed exactly what he wanted to ask, but asking never
hurt.
“Do you wanna?”
Izumida’s hands flew up to face, digging the heels on his hands into his eyes
until he saw static, nodding sharply in agreement. “…Uh huh.” Fingers curled
around the waistband and he was too far gone into the feeling of shooting
warmth through his stomach.
Shinkai’s tongue licked a long, slow line up his cock, giving the tip a relaxed
kiss before taking him into his mouth. He didn’t move or swirl his tongue or
anything other than shifting his lips, but Izumida was so overloaded with
sensation he wasn’t sure if he could handle much more than that. A laugh
rumbled in the back of Shinkai’s throat, using the vibrations to his advantage
as he buzzed his lips.
Shinkai gave a few short sucks before he pulled off, trailing open mouthed
kisses along an especially visible vein, nipped at it and pushed Izumida off
his weak knees, finding he felt much more comfortable on his back, no matter
how bumpy and uneven the mattress was. Shinkai’s tongue dragged sloppily over
Izumida’s length before slobbering up his torso up to his face once more.
Izumida fumbled to find anything to do with his hands, brushing Shinkai’s hair
down briefly, patting nervously down his sides and, oh no that wasn’t sexy at
all... He settled for covering his face again.
“Touichirou that’s cute,” Shinkai droned tugging gently at Izumida’s wrists.
“But I can’t see your face.” Trembling hands were pulled from his face to
Shinkai’s own, placed carefully on his warm cheeks. “We can stop if you want?"
He let that sink in for a second, Shinkai thought he wanted to stop? Well that
just wasn’t right. With a little burst of courage Izumida pulled at the front
of Shinkai’s loose shorts, making him sway a bit. Maybe the drug was really
starting to set in, but Izumida felt so much previous anxiety melting away.
Shinkai sucked weakly at his collarbone and Izumida arched his back up in
suggestion, maybe overestimated Shinkai’s problem solving as he slowly figured
he should remove his pants, followed soon after by his own clothing.
Shinkai tilted back, digging carefully through the mess on his bedside table,
returning with a condom, lube, and handful of chips stuffed into his mouth.
Izumida gave his shoulder a lighthearted push and laughed into the kiss he
received. Shinkai’s hands brushed the underside of his thighs, lifting them for
him even though his energy felt drained.
Izumida felt a slick finger enter him and he rolled his hips, relaxing back
into the blankets, speaking without a second thought. “This is real, right?” A
soft mouth sluggishly played with his nipple. Izumida gasped, “Hey…” Shinkai’s
mouth didn’t stop. “Your ceiling is really bumpy.”
He must’ve missed something because he felt suddenly empty, but even warmer now
that Shinkai’s face hovered above his own, curtained by messy red hair. The
empty feeling didn’t last as he felt Shinkai enter him slowly, he turned his
head to breath deep and ended up with a mouthful of hair. There was a strained
laugh and Shinkai backed away slightly. “Oops.” His thrusts were lazy and slow
and everything Izumida wanted, leaving plenty of room for kisses to his ear and
neck and chest, he felt everything so crisply, right down to the tightening of
his abdomen. He must’ve been moaning, Shinkai was mumbling encouragements into
his mouth.
It didn’t take him long at all before he came, feeling the sensation in slow
motion, not realizing he’d curled his limbs so tightly around the body above
him until he came down from that whole new high. Shinkai’s hand was there (when
did that happen?) pumping him through his orgasm, completely ignoring the mess
he’d made. Shinkai’s hips rolled and swayed as if he wasn’t even trying to
control them eyes twisted shut, and mouth hanging open and he had to be close
too. Over stimulated, Izumida clenched, kissing up Shinkai’s neck to the
bobbing mass in his throat, enjoying the vibrations there with each sound he
made until his head dropped, growling into Izumida’s shoulder, shuddering hard.
Shinkai collapsed comfortably, using the sweaty expanse of Izumida’s chest as a
pillow, arms wiggled tightly in a hug behind the weight of his back. Izumida
wondered how he felt so relaxed now than he ever had before, even with Shinkai
still inside him (though neither seemed to mind). The hot breaths against his
pectoral began to slow and Izumida felt more than he saw, the pull of Shinkai’s
cheek as he was definitely smiling, the small movement of fingers rubbing his
shoulder blade and a soft, side-mouthed kiss placed to his chest.
“You have any more of that?”
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