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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
  Character:
      Arakita_Yasutomo, Shinkai_Hayato
  Additional Tags:
      Oral_Sex, Marijuana, Making_Out, Established_Relationship
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-04-02 Words: 1758
****** You Got Me Faded ******
by Zee
Summary
     The team was emptying out of the club room when Shinkai pulled
     Arakita aside, his fingers tugging on Arakita’s elbow. “Yasutomo. Do
     you want to come back to my room and smoke?”
     (Or, Shinkai smoking pot while Arakita goes down on him.)
Notes
     Title from Beyonce's "Drunk In Love." Thanks to Autoeuphoric for the
     speedy beta. Written for Arakita's birthday--happy birthday, you
     needy bottom you.
See the end of the work for more notes
The team was emptying out of the club room when Shinkai pulled Arakita aside,
his fingers tugging on Arakita’s elbow. “Yasutomo. Do you want to come back to
my room and smoke?”
Shinkai’s voice was low and almost hard to hear, and Arakita was acutely aware
of the pad of his thumb pressing against the sensitive inside of his arm. He’d
known that Shinkai smoked, the whole team knew, but he’d never been invited to
join before.
“Whatever,” he scoffed, and Shinkai smiled, because he knew that meant yes.
“Cool,” Shinkai said, and Arakita hated how he reacted to Shinkai’s voice,
hated how his dick was already paying attention just from Shinkai touching his
arm and speaking in his ear. It was ridiculous.
Shinkai let go of his arm and they walked in silence back to his dorm room.
Shinkai’s room was messy--there were clothes and food wrappers all over the
floor and it smelled like weed and power bars. It should have been more off-
putting than it was. Shinkai should have been more off-putting than he was,
with his big bee-sting lips and obsession with his bunny and the weird thing he
did with his tongue when he biked. But Arakita consistently found that he
wasn’t put off at all.
“You can put your stuff down anywhere,” Shinkai said as he tossed his backpack
and helmet to the floor. “Make yourself at home.”
“Sure,” Arakita muttered. He set his backpack and helmet down at the foot of
the bed and sat in Shinkai’s desk chair, straddling it backwards. Shinkai came
over to him, reaching over Arakita’s shoulders to grab a wooden box on the
desk, and when Arakita inhaled he could smell shower gel and sweat. It wasn’t a
bad smell at all, and Arakita shifted a little in his chair.
From the box, Shinkai retrieved a baggie of weed (looked like an eighth, not
that Arakita knew much about this sort of thing) and a small blue and purple
pipe. He sat on the edge of the bed to pack the bowl and Arakita watched the
deft movements of his fingers as he crumbled the buds and pressed them into the
bowl.
Had he ever been alone with Shinkai in his room before? Arakita didn’t think
so. They’d fooled around some, usually in the club room after everyone else had
already left, but this was the first time Shinkai had invited him back to his
room. Arakita didn’t know what they were to each other, but there was an
uncomfortable thrill in his stomach at being alone in Shinkai’s room with him.
Arakita had gotten high only once before, years ago when he still rode that
scooter. It had made his thoughts go all thick, not altogether a pleasant
experience, but he had to admit that he’d been curious to try it again. And he
was greedy for Shinkai to share this with him, to let him into this other world
of Shinkai’s that Arakita knew of but had never experienced.
Arakita was too restless to stay sitting. He stood up and walked over to
Shinkai, who looked up at him from underneath a curtain of red bangs.
“You’re taking forever,” Arakita growled. Feeling oddly empowered, he leaned in
and kissed Shinkai hard, his hand coming up to grip Shinkai’s shoulder. Shinkai
kissed him back, opening his mouth for Arakita’s tongue, and Arakita felt
Shinkai’s hands settle on his waist. Arakita loved kissing him. He loved the
way Shinkai bit at his lip and the sounds he made when he got really into the
kiss. He loved that Shinkai always closed his eyes, even when Arakita kept his
open. They came together so well that Arakita privately hoped that they could
continue doing this forever.
The last time they’d fooled around, Shinkai had blown him, taking Arakita apart
lick by slow lick in a bathroom stall. Arakita figured it was time to return
the favor. He pressed one last kiss to the corner of Shinkai’s mouth and moved
down, pushing Shinkai’s legs apart so that he could kneel in between them.
Shinkai’s eyes tracked him as he kneeled and pressed his palm to the front of
Shinkai’s pants, feeling the bulge there. Arakita quickly unzipped his fly and
brought Shinkai’s cock out of his briefs, licking his lips as he watched it bob
up against Shinkai’s shirt.
“You’re in a hurry,” Shinkai murmured. Arakita shrugged, hoping that he wasn’t
blushing. The truth was that he’d been thinking of doing this ever since
Shinkai had done it to him. He’d been waiting to get Shinkai’s cock in his
mouth and he didn’t want to wait any longer.
He leaned in and sucked the head between his lips. It filled his mouth
pleasantly and he focused on that for the time being, swirling his tongue over
the slit and tasting Shinkai’s salty pre-come. Shinkai’s fingers tangled in
Arakita’s hair, tugging just a little bit, and Arakita went down farther until
he had most of the shaft in his mouth. He could feel the head of Shinkai’s cock
pressing at the back of his throat, close enough to choking him that it sent a
little thrill down his spine.
“Yasutomo,” Shinkai groaned, and fuck, Arakita would happily do anything to
hear Shinkai say his name like that.
Shinkai’s hands were suddenly no longer in his hair, and there was a creak from
the bed. Arakita didn’t look up. He was busy moving his mouth up and down
Shinkai’s cock, feeling the entire length in his throat before he pulled back
to lick at the head.
He was going down again when he smelled smoke. Glancing up, Arakita could see
Shinkai lighting the pipe again, sucking smoke into his lungs.
Shinkai was smoking while Arakita had his dick in his mouth. Indignant, Arakita
pulled off, letting Shinkai’s cock slide out of his mouth with a pop. “What the
fuck, man,” he snapped. “Don’t do that while I’m going down on you!”
“Why not? Here, have some.” Shinkai coughed mildly and held the pipe and
lighter in front of Arakita’s face. Arakita scowled, but took it from him.
“Because it’s rude, you idiot. You can’t just do something else while someone
blows you.” But there was little heat in his words. He wrapped his lips around
one end of the pipe and lit the bowl, inhaling deeply.
He felt it affecting him almost instantly. A cloudiness took over his thoughts
and he felt his muscles relax, letting go of the nervous tension he’d been
carrying since he stepped into Shinkai’s room. In a daze, Arakita handed back
the pipe and leaned back in to continue where he’d left off, licking a long
stripe up the length of Shinkai’s dick. Looking up, he saw that Shinkai was
ignoring his admonitions and lighting up again while he got a blowjob.
But it was beyond Arakita’s current mental capacity to be angry. In fact, it
was kind of hot, licking Shinkai’s dick while he was occupied with something
else; it made Arakita feel taken for granted, demeaned almost, which he was
surprised to find made something low and pleasant stir in his gut.
And the weed made Shinkai’s dick in his mouth feel great. Gone was any soreness
in his jaw; Arakita now felt like he could do this for days. He sucked
Shinkai’s cock back down his throat and focused on using his tongue on the
underside. He pushed his head down until his eyes were almost watering from it,
until he couldn’t breathe, and only then did he pull back. This got a wet-
sounding moan from Shinkai, and then Shinkai’s hands were back in his hair and
Arakita knew he had his full attention again.
Shinkai’s hips pushed up, shoving his cock further down Arakita’s throat, and
Arakita was happy to take it. He wanted Shinkai to use his mouth until he was
wrecked. The weed fucked with his experience of time, so he had no idea of how
long he’d been doing this. His thoughts were gone, leaving only his sensory
experiences. Shinkai’s pubic hairs tickled at his nose and he felt spit
dribbling down his chin.
“Arakita, ah,” Shinkai said, his voice a broken stutter. “I’m close, I’m gonna
come--”
Arakita had no notion of moving. Shinkai’s hips pumped harder and Arakita took
it, digging his fingers into the bedspread and stretching his mouth open wide.
Shinkai shuddered and cried out and then came down Arakita’s throat.
It was difficult to take it without choking, but Arakita managed. He let
Shinkai pump his cock into his mouth through the aftershocks, and when Shinkai
let go of his hair and went limp Arakita pulled off. He sat back on his heels
and Shinkai followed him, sliding off the bed and onto Arakita’s lap, clutching
at Arakita’s shoulders. He was heavy and limp and Arakita couldn’t support him,
so they both collapsed on the floor, Shinkai’s whole body curled around
Arakita’s as he breathed heavily in Arakita’s ear.
“You’re heavy,” Arakita complained, pushing half-heartedly at Shinkai’s
shoulder. Shinkai just laughed, like he knew Arakita was putting up a front,
which he was. In fact, Arakita felt strangely content to just lie there with
Shinkai’s breath on his neck and most of Shinkai’s body on top of him. He
stared up at the ceiling and let his mind wander, the pot ensuring that he
didn’t dwell on any one thought too much.
After a while, Shinkai pushed himself up to a sitting position and retrieved
the pipe from the bed. He packed it again as Arakita watched, and this time
when he lit it, he sucked smoke in and held his breath before leaning down and
kissing Arakita, passing the smoke into Arakita’s lungs. Arakita inhaled
gratefully and flicked his tongue over Shinkai’s before pulling back to exhale.
“Have you done this before?” Shinkai asked. Arakita could feel Shinkai’s eyes
on him, sleepy but curious.
“The blowjob or the pot?”
Shinkai smiled. “Both.”
Arakita waved a hand. “Yes to one, no to the other.” He left it up to Shinkai
to decide which one he meant.
“Well, thanks. For smoking with me and… you know.”
Arakita was about to mock Shinkai for being suddenly prim with his words when
Shinkai was in his lap again, kissing him hard and wet. Arakita got an arm
around him and maneuvered them until his back was to the bed and he had
something to lean against. Then he kissed back for all he was worth.
End Notes
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