Kings

Tsutsui has forgotten what he's come up to the third floor of the school for.

Oh right, he had to go to the storage room to get another chair and desk set. One had been broken that afternoon in his homeroom, and since it was his job to set up the classroom for the next morning, he'd thought it would be best to fetch the furniture right after school, rather than wait until the next morning. That's just the kind of guy he is. Reliable. Thinks ahead. Now in the morning he wouldn't have to hurry.

"Hurry up, Tsutsui!" Suddenly, something dark and fast grabs him, pulls him into the storage space. Tetsuo Kaga. Quickly, Kaga ducks under an arrangement of desks and chairs in the darkened room.

"Okay. Tell the vice-principal that you haven't seen me. And get rid of this!" Kaga thrusts a lit cigarette at him.

"Gah!! Kaga!!" Footsteps coming down the hall, Tsutsui looks around, all squirrelly, then throws the cigarette into a corner and stomps it out frantically.

"The door! Meet him at the door so he doesn't come in!!" Kaga hisses at him.

"Right!" Tsutsui obeys unthinkingly, and within a minute he's stuttering and gesturing vaguely at the vice-principal, but eventually he successfully waylays a very furious and fairly bald educator. Tsutsui holds himself perfectly still until footsteps have disappeared down the hall. The realization and irritation settle on Tsutsui almost instantaneously.

"Kaga!"

"What?" Kaga slipped out from under the desks in one smooth motion.

"Kaga." Tsutsui repeats. He's not good with anger. He never knows quite what to say. And with Kaga, the anger has a tendency to fade before he's had a chance to examine it. Tsutsui sighs. "It's after school. The school's too empty for you to be in trouble. What could you have done wrong now?"

"Don't worry about it." Kaga is at the window packing an unopened box of cigarettes against the sill. Flashes Tsutsui a grin, "And thanks for covering for me."

"Again. I always cover for you." Grumbles this. The smile makes Tsutsui uncomfortably aware of the electricity Kaga always brings into a room. When he'd been younger, Tsutsui'd assumed that the uncomfortable feeling Kaga gave him was fear. Now that he and Kaga were on vaguely friendly terms, he knew it wasn't fear he felt, although it was something very like.

"Heh." Kaga puts the cigarettes back into his pocket, moves closer to where Tsutsui is standing. Gazed at the other boy appraisingly. Tsutsui pushes his large glasses back, the way he always does, a gesture that makes it look as if his eyes take up his whole face. Inexplicably, Kaga reaches out and removes the black frames, carefully placing them on one of the spare desks. If possible, Tsutsui's eyes grow even wider.

"Yeah." Kaga agrees thoughtfully. "You always do stuff like this for me. I should do something for you." Kaga's voice is low and feral and very, very close to Tsutsui's ear.

"Do something for me?" Tsutsui voice wavers.

"Yeah. You know, we could, like..." Warm lips brush his ear, and Tsutsui shivers. "Play around a little." Large hands touched Tsutsui's waist delicately, pushing him back with barely any force. "You're nice, you know. Cute." Kaga's lips move down a little, kiss the other boy's neck. Tsutsui finds himself sitting on a desk, looking up at Kaga, whose face is barely an inch from his. "You wanna? Play around with me?" Little wicked smile. Tsutsui feels his insides twist up, he has to close his eyes. Probably not a good idea. Really not. A good idea. Tsutsui knows it isn’t. He doesn’t have any experience with this sort of thing. Kaga is probably joking, Kaga used to bully him all the time, ever since elementary school, about studying, about Go club, about... And even if Kaga isn't having fun at his expense, Kaga is..is... notorious..for something...um. Tsutsui can only think of how shaggy auburn hair is brushing against his face, and how it still burns where Kaga kissed him.

"Um, okay." He barely breathes the word. Kaga made a pleased noise and immediately presses his mouth against Tsutsui's. Tsutsui hopes he won't make a fool of himself and tries to kiss him back. It's his first kiss.

Tsutsui finds that he likes how large and warm Kaga's hands feel, against the side of his face, the back of his neck. How delighted Kaga seems to be with his consent to "play". He even likes the tobacco and candy taste in Kaga's mouth. Barely notices Kaga's hands unbuttoning his jacket, so distracted by how close Kaga's body is to his. The texture of the tanned skin. The smell of his cologne and soap, of Kaga underneath.

Is immediately embarrassed by how hard he gets, when Kaga slips his hands under the jacket, into his shirt. Tsutstui tries to deal with rough hands on his chest, fingering his nipples, massaging his back, his torso being kissed all over. Tries to hide his erection, not sure what the protocol is, all the while gasping, trying to press more of his torso against Kaga's hands and mouth. Feels Kaga chuckle against his skin.

"I like how you taste." Kaga whispers to him. "All clean. Nice."

"Oh." Tsutsui gasps out, because he felt he should respond, and because it felt so good. Kaga doesn't have to ask if he's his first. He draws the back of his hand between Tsutsui's legs, likes the noise Tsutsui makes, the panic in his voice. Smiling, he rubs at Tsutsui's erection through outside cotton cloth.

"Like that?" Kaga smiles against his ear, massaging him.

Tsutstui can't respond, instead he tries to press himself into Kaga's hands, through the pants.

"I like it. Sensitive, really responsive." Slips his hands underneath Tsutsui's waistband. "I like that." Kaga repeats.

"Oh God." Tsutsui moans when Kaga reaches in and pulls out his cock. Tsutsui knows that he's lost the instant he feels himself enveloped in Kaga's hot, wet mouth. It's too much. It's so good, so good. Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice is shrieking that he can't be doing this, that he can't have Kaga, that Kaga won't want him tomorrow. Although he knows that it's way too late, Tsutsui struggles against the pleasure Kaga's tongue and lips are forcing on him. He's almost crying, writhing with his childhood tormentor between his legs. He grabs Kaga's hair with both hands, trying to steady himself, trying to control himself...But Kaga slips big hands underneath him, grabbing the shaking boy's ass, forcing all of him down his own throat. Well, Tsutsui thinks, as he begins to lose control, his insides twisting, he may not want me tomorrow, but he sure wants me right now. And he comes in Kaga's mouth, sobbing in pleasure all the while.

Kaga sucks at him until after Tsutsui is finished coming, licking the shaft clean, swallowing, slipping the stickiness off of his own lips with his tongue.

Kaga rubs his head on Tsutsui's chest and abdomen, mingling their sweat. Only one arm is around Tsutsui's waist, Kaga's frantically masturbating with his other hand. Through his fugue, Tsutsui watches Kaga's closed eyes, ragged breathing, as he narrows his concentration on making himself come. Touching himself, with his head pressed against Tsutsui's stomach. Beautiful. Tsutsui reaches one trembling hand out to touch the top of that gorgeous head. But Kaga drops to the floor out of reach, biting his lip and groaning softly.

Tsutsui knows that that night he is going to jack off thinking of that, of Kaga on his knees, spread wide, shirt and pants open, stomach muscles flexing, as he comes in his own hand.

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After Kaga leaves, Tsutsui sits at a desk in the darkening storage room, waiting for the sweat to dry. He wonders if studious Go nerds falling in love with rebellious Shougi players was some sort of cliche that he wasn't been aware of. It sounded like a familiar story, although it probably wasn't. He wonders whether, if there were indeed such a story, it had a happy ending. He decides to float that one past Shindo, who always seems to know the weirdest Go anecdotes. Then he realizes he's forgotten why he'd come up here in the first place.

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