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おじょうさん
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“Ku ... Kunigami~ ...” the name was a barely whispered whimper accompanied by a gasp muffled by his hand. Stifled noises came in concert with the lewd, wet sound of fingers slipping in and out of his slick hole as Chigiri tried to stay quiet, covering his mouth tightly, forehead pressed against the cold tile of the wall. There was no one in the bathing area at this time of night, the effeminate red head had checked when he first entered to be sure, but he was still trying to be as silent as possible in case anyone went to the bathroom next door or something.
It wasn’t like he missed the orange haired striker or anything; rather, to be more accurate, he’d become accustomed to the arrangement the two of them had come to since entering this prison-like competition. It had been entirely transactional; one night Kunigami had come across the red head in the bath attempting to relieve some stress early on, when Team Z had been newly established, and had offered to help make his attempts at stress relief more ... effective.
His breath panted out in sharp little gasps, slick fingers moving as quickly as his wrist could manage, back arched in pleasure, hips twitching as he searched for that spot inside that the orange haired striker had always been able to reach without trouble ... But then, being larger than Chigiri, he had longer fingers as well, so he had further reach than the red head did. He pressed his forehead against the tile wall more, gripping the bottom of his face with the other hand to muffle the noises he couldn’t help making, long strands of red hair escaping his braid and sticking to the back of his neck with sweat. Eventually a frustrated noise something like a defeated sigh escaped him and he stopped the movement of his fingers, withdrawing them slowly. It was no good; he just couldn’t get as deep as Kunigami’s fingers or cock—
“Yo, Ojou-san,” a bored voice said from behind the red head, making Chigiri jump and turn around so fast he nearly slipped on the tile floor with a surprised curse. Magenta eyes landed on the source of the intrusion; unruly white hair and silver eyes looked back at him. He immediately crouched down to give himself some decency, grabbing the towel he’d dropped at some point and pulling it over his lap to cover his half hard erection as well as trying to discreetly palm the small bottle of lube he had dropped on the floor near the towel.
“Nagi! What are you doing in here!?” the red head hissed, glaring and getting irritated to try and mask his mounting embarrassment, though to be fair it’s hard to keep people from knowing you’re embarrassed when your face turns as red as your hair...
“Nothing,” he murmured in his level, bored tone, shrugging a shoulder absently as if he hadn’t just seen Chigiri pushing himself up against the wall, moaning as he rammed his fingers into his ass. Speaking of, how long had he been standing there? There had been exactly zero indication of Nagi’s presence until he spoke, though to be fair that was most likely because the speedster had been preoccupied ...
“What are you doing, Ojou-san?” Red eyebrows knitted together in annoyance; he’d tried to stop that from becoming a nickname, but of course the more you protest someone calling you something, the more they’re going do it, so ... by now he’d mostly given up trying to correct it.
“Nothing!” he snapped, standing a little unsteadily, pulling the towel around his waist and holding it up with the hand that also held the lube bottle; even if the treatment he’d been administering to himself hadn’t really been doing it for him, that didn’t mean it hadn’t aroused him somewhat. He had just given up because it had been becoming abundantly clear that he was never going to get off that way.
“I’m going to bed.” He added as went to irritably shoulder past the marginally taller striker. However, just as Chigiri was about to pass him a hand grabbed his unoccupied one at the wrist.
“Do you want some help?” Chigiri froze as if he’d been slapped for a moment. He was no stranger to propositions, especially not in BlueLock; being in an enclosed space for weeks with a bunch of horny adolescent boys cut off from the world and looking the way he did got him a lot of attention, most of which he did not appreciate.
“What th—No! I’m not just some girl you can—” he started to protest angrily, however the pale male raised his voice slightly and spoke over him, which made him stop mid sentence.
“I used to do it with Reo,” Nagi commented in his quiet, neutral tone as he turned to face the humiliated red head, still holding his wrist in a semi-firm grip. “It’s been a while since I teamed up with Isagi-kun without him, and I’ve been feeling pent up. Seems like you have too, without Kunigami.” Anger flashed in his pinkish red eyes as he turned to more properly face Nagi. Apparently the pale male had been standing there for a while before he spoke up.
“What would you know about it?!” Another listless shrug ... but facing him now Chigiri could see the way those gray eyes were staring at him. There was an intensity there; one he’d only really seen from the normally bored player on the field once he was excited or serious about a match. Chigiri hated that it made goosebumps raise on his exposed skin.
“I just thought we could help each other out. It’s what teammates do, right?” He hesitated before for the first time the red head’s eyes flicked down, and Chigiri swallowed thickly at the sight of a noticeable bulge in the front of the pale male’s boxers ... It was ... almost comforting in a way, that he wasn’t the only one here that was compromised; he didn’t know precisely how long Nagi had been watching for, but it had been at least long enough to hear the speedster say Kunigami’s name once, or he wouldn’t have known to make the comment he had. Which meant, at the very least ...
“... I’m not just going to let you do it from behind so you can pretend I’m a girl,” the red head muttered, voice continuing to show some degree of humiliated irritation, even though on some level that was him considering the proposal. Or at least not outright rejecting it. He’d said the same thing to Kunigami when he’d approached Chigiri in a similar fashion near the start of this whole BlueLock fiasco. Nagi’s head tilted slightly to one side, and he looked genuinely confused at the words.
”... Why would I pretend you’re a girl?” He sounded absolutely lost, which only served to draw a raised eyebrow from the red head as he pulled his wrist out of Nagi’s slackening grip.
“... Um, you incessantly call me ‘Ojou-san’ ...?” Chigiri offered tersely, since that was the most blatant example he could think of off the top of his head, as the pale striker had just done it a few moments ago.
“... Isn’t that just your nickname?” Magenta eyes stared at the male in front of him before he slowly put his free hand to his face for a moment, dragging it down slightly with a sigh; seriously, how clueless was this guy? First he knows exactly nothing about soccer, and now he can’t read social cues either? Making an irritated noise, hand now at the base of his jaw, he shook his head, red strands swaying back and forth with the motion.
”... It’s just something a bunch of absolute idiots decided on calling me without asking.” Chigiri muttered. Silver gray eyes watched the red head for a moment, before he rather unceremoniously turned.
“Come on,” Nagi said, catching the red head’s wrist once again and leading him to a nearby door labeled ‘Recovery’. He’d wandered in there out of boredom after participating in Barou’s ridiculous fitness regimen one day, and found that it contained a small sauna as well as hydro massage beds, which were pretty comfortable for a nap. Or other things, as current necessity might dictate. The red head made a slightly undignified noise of surprise as he was dragged off, stumbling slightly from the suddenness of the action. He caught himself though, and followed through the door, free hand still holding the bottle of lube and keeping the towel in place around his waist at the same time.
“This will work, right? It shouldn’t be uncomfortable for you to get on top if I sit here,” the pale striker explained, gesturing to the discovery he’d made a short while ago in the form of the hydro massage table, which was almost a combination of a table and a reclined chair. Magenta eyes stared blankly for a moment.
“You want me to what?” Chigiri’s voice was still carefully hushed, but it was obvious it would’ve been almost a screech if he’d had his druthers. Silver eyes once again blinked, in turn looking back blankly at the speedster for a moment.
“... Get on top?” He eventually asked, sounding confused. “Why; Is that bad? You only said you didn’t want me to do it from behind and pretend you weren’t you; this isn’t that. And it’s how Reo used to do it.” Of course that’s how Reo used to do it, Chigiri thought irritably, you’re too lazy to do any of the work yourself.
“Let me guess,” the red head said, arms crossed over his chest, leaving the towel to stay tied around his waist of its own accord, “it was too ‘troublesome’ for you to actually bother participating?” For a moment Nagi didn’t answer; though whether he was considering his answer or not was hard to tell, mostly because he chose that moment to remove Chigiri’s towel from his waist and lay it over the massage bed. Barou was always complaining about leaving messes, which Nagi never seemed to care about, but maybe it was wearing off on him slightly. Either way Chigiri made another irritated noise, trying to snatch the towel back and ultimately missing it.
“I never really wanted to,” he eventually responded with another nonchalant shrug, letting his boxer shorts fall to the floor and stepping out of them as he climbed up and laid back on the towel that was now covering the hydro massage bed. Magenta eyes rolled; right well ... might as well get this over with then, he thought to himself, not sure if he regretted his compliance in this encounter or not yet as he went over to the edge of the reclined massage chair-like bed, climbing up and moving to straddle Nagi’s hips. Opening the tube of lube he had been using, he squirted a fair amount onto his hand, setting the bottle down before reaching behind himself and wrapping a hand around the pale male’s length, beginning to slide it up and down the warm shaft. It was going to have to be harder than the chub it was currently or this wasn’t going to be anywhere near as satisfying as Chigiri wanted it to be. Honestly it probably wasn’t going to be much more satisfying than using a toy, since he didn’t expect Nagi to do much other than lay there, but at this point the red head was so pent up he didn’t care. Something was better than nothing and the fact stood that right now he didn’t have a toy; he had this.
He watched as Nagi’s eyes slipped closed, a quiet ‘hmmmm’ escaping him as his hips twitched upwards slightly, clearly enjoying the attention. At least he wasn’t watching a video on his phone or something while the red head did this; he could absolutely picture Nagi doing that, and it would’ve really pissed him off.
Chigiri was surprised at how big it got; the half hard chub was a manageable size when he first started stroking, but after not too long when it started to stand a little prouder, it began to thicken noticeably as well, so that it was more difficult to get his fingers to comfortably encircle the whole thing... Eventually though, he either got to the point where he thought it was good enough or he was just too impatient to care, hard to say which. Either way he shifted his weight, getting up on his knees gingerly to position himself. However, just as he placed the head of Nagi’s lube slicked cock at his entrance, Chigiri hesitated, looking down at the spiky haired male, who was flushed and breathing a bit heavily. Good.
“Tell me before you finish,” he said, head tilted down so his red bangs covered his face, “I don’t have a condom, obviously, and I don’t want you making a mess inside me, okay?” Slightly hazy silver eyes met his, and Nagi nodded in agreement. Nodding as well, Chigiri took a breath before sitting up straighter and slowly beginning to push the head inside. Biting his lip, he winced only a little; maybe he should’ve continued preparing himself a little more; Nagi’s was thick, so even with the added lubrication the fit was a little tight...
Eventually it popped inside though, drawing a noise out of Chigiri’s throat that he clamped his mouth shut to stifle, bringing up the hand he’d been guiding the cock inside with and slapping it over his mouth. The hand he’d pressed against Nagi’s chest that was helping him balance curled in the material of the pajama shirt slightly as he paused a moment, breathing becoming ragged.
Okay, so he could admit when he was wrong.
This was way better than a toy.
Fine.
Slowly he started to lower himself down more with a shaky breath, thighs twitching with tenseness as he worked to not completely fall down on it all at once. It felt like it was never going to end; the red head kept sliding slowly, taking it in inch by inch, breathing becoming labored as his head fell back. Finding that spot inside should be no problem, or at least not because of reach, he vaguely thought to himself in a flushed haze. A gasp escaped him as he finally, finally sat down fully on Nagi’s lap, trembling slightly, back straight, body tense around him. It was so thick; Chigiri’s hand once again muffled the noise that attempted to sneak out of him, trembling slightly as he started to move.
He’d never done it like this before, so the movements were awkward at first as he tried to comfortably figure out a rhythm, arching his hips up and down slowly. This position ... wasn’t ideal for the red head; every time he moved, no matter how good it felt, he was a little edgy because he kept having to land on his right knee and shin, an area he was constantly aware of. The repeated impacts didn’t hurt, but the constant reminder of his injury kept snagging his attention, taking him out of what he was doing... Biting his lip, he tried to change the angle of his hips slightly, so that instead of landing on his knees he was more-so supporting his own weight with his lower shins and the tops of his feet. It wasn’t ... comfortable, or ideal, but it stopped that little anxious twist in his stomach that happened every time he moved, so it was an improvement.
Suddenly, a hand came up and curled around Chigiri’s length, almost curiously squeezing it and starting to tug and stroke it.
“Ah; wait - Nagi, don’t ...” the red hated how fluttery and desperate his voice sounded as he curled his hands in the pale male’s pajama shirt beneath him, hips twitching helplessly. There was no discernible rhythm at first; it was almost experimental, as if Nagi was just doing it to see what would happen. Eventually though, he started to slide his hand up and down the length of Chigiri’s cock in time with the motions of his hips. Little hiccup-y breaths escaped him as he started to twitch and rock more, unable to help his muscles spasming and squeezing around the stiff heat buried in him. That hand was certainly distracting; his breath started coming out in sharp pants as he began moving faster, arms shaking and nearly giving out as the hand began moving faster as well, the pace picking up fervently and drawing a pathetic mewl out of him ...
He bowed his head to try and hide his face, which was red with humiliation from the way he was reacting to something so simple as a hand on him, but eventually he opened a hazy eye ... and then the other one opened and both widened when he saw the look on Nagi’s face. His silvery gray eyes were staring intensely at Chigiri again from his flushed, sweaty face, and the red head was certain that the teen beneath him wanted nothing more than to absolutely devour him with that expression ...
“I thought you ... didn’t feel like ... participating ...” the red head managed to murmur a little sarcastically through hitchy breaths, driving his hips down harder now and enjoying watching the long pale column of Nagi’s neck being exposed as his head fell backwards and a groan bubbled up out of his throat. It made him feel like he had a little more control over this situation than a moment ago. With the slight change in position to accommodate his leg, he couldn’t sit down all the way, and had to lean back a fair amount to take in as much as he could, so the angle wasn’t great either, but he didn’t mind. However that coupled with constantly thinking about his positioning was definitely keeping his orgasm at bay; an annoying side effect, but not one he could do much about since Nagi insisted on doing it this way—
Suddenly the pale male sat up sharply, knocking the ruminating red head off-kilter, which drew a startled shout from him. Using the momentum he’d created, Nagi withdrew his length from Chigiri, and somehow ended up making the speedster stumble off the chair and to his feet, turning him around and pushing his front against the wall in the same motion; it was a very similar position to the one he’d been in before he knew Nagi was in the bathroom ...
“You’re thinking too hard, Ojou-san. Maybe you’d prefer it like this?” his husky voice was nearly a growl as he rammed his cock back into Chigiri, pressing him up against the wall hard, so that his skin rubbed almost painfully against the cold, rough surface. The red head hardly noticed though as he choked on a sharp gasp, mouth falling open, muscles quivering and spasming as Nagi pulled out and pushed in again and again, fingers of one hand grabbing Chigiri’s hips so roughly his blunt nails left lines of red welts in their wake, the other bracing against the wall to give himself leverage so he could go even deeper.
“Ah ... Ah - Nagi; nnngg ah ... ha ... Nagi ... N-Nnnng-Nagi!” The red head frantically writhed against the wall as he was pounded against it, the force as the striker’s cock was rammed all the way in before being ripped back out making him dizzy, jolting his bones with how hard he kept hitting the wall. It hurt, in a way that the red head wasn’t used to, but it was so sudden and there was so much pleasure being forced on him at the same time he hardly noticed or cared. He certainly wouldn’t have protested if he could have.
“Don’t worry,” the normally lazy striker grunted quietly in the red head’s ear between thrusts, “I’m not pretending you’re a girl, Ojou-san.” Chigiri could hear the subtle smirk in Nagi’s labored voice as the hand that was braced against the wall next to Chigiri’s head snaked down around in front of him and wrapped firmly around his cock.
“I like this just as much as the rest of you.” At this point the red head could barely hear him, stars sparking behind his eyes as the pale male’s cock continually found and hit his spot again and again and again, the speedster’s muscles squeezing and sucking on him involuntarily. It was all Chigiri could do to be dragged along for the ride as Nagi violently fucked him against the wall, pain mixing with and being overridden by the intense amount of pleasure he was receiving. He couldn’t see, he couldn’t think, he couldn’t anything except pant and moan and twitch and arch and do all kinds of involuntary things ... it didn’t take long before he was violently tumbling over the edge, entire body tensing sharply as he came all over the wall in front of him, panting and shaking and trying to stay upright.
Nagi wasn’t finished yet though; Chigiri nearly sobbed as he kept up the hard, rough pace, barely feeling it as his shoulders were ground into the wall, both of Nagi’s hands returning to his hips and yanking them backwards, continuing to abuse the now extremely sensitive hole as he used it. A low groan rumbled up from his chest at one point, and he leaned forward a little more, biting the red head’s shoulder sharply as his hips snapped forward, driving himself inside to the hilt and finishing, cock spasming and spurting inside of the speedster.
“... Sorry,” came the slightly breathy, dazed voice after a few moment’s pause from behind Chigiri. The red head panted, the wall in front of him almost entirely supporting his weight as his legs trembled violently, on the verge of giving out from under him. “I came inside ...” The dizzy red haired striker couldn’t bring himself to care at the moment; he would be annoyed about it later, but right now he felt so good —
“Wha--?” Chigiri nearly slurred as he felt hands gripping either side of his ass. He gasped as it was suddenly pulled backwards and open, muscles twitching and he felt cum slide down his inner thigh as he attempted to turn back and see what was happening. But then, something hot and wet started sliding across his skin, moving up Chigiri’s inner thigh before beginning to swirl around the quivering ring of muscle that was a good deal more open than normal ... The red head arched as Nagi pushed his tongue inside, a startled shout escaping him as the striker diligently started to clean the cum out of him.
“Ah~! ... ha ... N-nagi; Nagi what ... You don’t have t-AH!” Slim fingers clawed at the tile as his back arched more, unconsciously spreading himself open as he rocked his hips backwards, exhausted whimpers and moans escaping him as his breath came out in sharp hot bursts against the wall. Once again a hand from behind Chigiri slid up the front of his thigh and eventually settled around the base of his cock, beginning once again to stroke it roughly, as if to remind him hey, I’m still not pretending you’re a girl, Ojou-san ...
He started to get even more light headed; he couldn’t think, he could hardly breathe as Nagi’s wet, hot tongue kept pushing inside and lapping at his walls, making his muscles tremble and twitch as he came undone, ragged breaths cascading against the wall as his torso slid further down it, forcing his back to arch more ... Chigiri didn’t realize he kept repeating the pale striker’s name like a breathy prayer over and over again as his thighs quivered and tensed and his knees threatened to give out entirely.
Eventually between the tongue inside of him and the hand jerking his oversensitive cock off the red head finished again, and this time his legs did give out, knees hitting the ground hard as his full weight smacked down on them. Reflexively he winced, bracing for impact because he physically couldn’t catch himself and that was going to hurt his right knee ... But once he landed he realized it ... didn’t ...? Hazily, Chigiri blinked down in the darkness, and he looked at the floor and magenta eyes widened as he realized ...
Nagi had put his hand underneath Chigiri’s right knee before it hit the ground to shield it from taking the impact.
He didn’t exactly know why his vision went blurry as tears welled up in his eyes; blame it on exhaustion, or post coital hormones, or any number of other things, but it didn’t change the fact that he bit his lip as he leaned his forehead against the wall, trying to steady his breathing so that the other striker wouldn’t know he was crying.
“Ojama Ojou ...” Nagi murmured, sounding well spent himself, forehead lightly pressed against Chigiri’s shoulder blade, placing a soft kiss against it, “be more careful with this leg.” Gently he ran his thumb down the side of it where the red head’s scar was, and the speedster shivered slightly. This clueless, ridiculous striker was taking such care with his injury when normally he didn’t go out of his way to do anything ...
Quickly, or at least as quickly as his satiated body would allow, Chigiri turned around to face Nagi and put his arms around the pale male’s neck, presing his face against the crook. There as a bit of a startled pause before Nagi’s hand ended up on his back, lightly stroking it for a while, before ...
“ ... ‘m tired. Carry me back to the dorms ...” Nagi muttered in a slightly whiny tone, slumping forward and putting his forehead against Chigiri’s shoulder, letting his full weight drape on the red head. Annoyance flared up in the red haired striker, and he shoved the pale male to try and get him off of him.
“I’m not carrying you! Walk yourself!”
“But that’s so bothersome ...”
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Owari
(The End)
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