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“Akashi, what the fuck.”
The name itches a nerve and Akashi wants to pin him against the hotel bed and force him to say his name–Seijuurou, because it’s been years.
But patience. Patience is the surefire way to victory.
Instead, he smiles at the half-naked visiting American student standing a foot away. Innocently, Akashi looks at him—and then appreciates the water beading on Nijimura’s abs. He doesn’t bother stifling his appraising hum. “Excuse me?”
“These,” Nijimura throws down a jersey that has the #4 on it beneath a stylized VS. It lands on the bed with a whmp. “Are your clothes from the match the other day.”
“Ah, that’s indeed the case. It appears to be a size too small.”
Nijimura makes a face—the ridiculous duck lip face that he always had since middle school. “Why.”
“Humor me,” Akashi says, and then adds as an afterthought, “Captain Nijimura.”
“Don’t call me that,” he growls, looking away. Akashi smiles, lacing a gentle hand around Nijimura’s wrist. He can feel the uneven ridges and the veins of his arm. He’s still in shape despite quitting the sport years ago. Despite what he says, Nijimura always maintained the integrity and passion needed for a captain.
“I’m sorry I don’t have anything else to offer you while your clothes are drying,” Akashi lies, fingers picking apart Nijimura’s clenched fist. Rough skin and hot finger tips, Akashi’s pulse flutters slightly when Nijimura grips back.
“It’s this or that, isn’t it? You’re always full of demands,” Nijimura says, towering over Akashi, slightly. He leans over to rest his cheek into Akashi’s hair. Gentle and cautious, calculative. It’s been two years.
“I’m fine with it either way.” Akashi pauses, tilts his head and relishes the feeling of light lips against his eyelid. Butterfly kisses down the side of his face. “You’re already half naked anyways. It’s a bonus if you wear it. After all, it is your team in the first place.”
“Don’t give me any of that bullshit. You just have a weird captain kink.”
Akashi presses his palm flat against Nijimura’s chest, brushing, lower, fingertips running along his waistband. “Says the one who responded like this, hm, Captain?”
“Cheeky.” Nijimura has a hand on Akashi’s arm, slowly guiding him to fall onto the mattress behind him. He’s trembling; it’s adorable.
Akashi turns his head, lips catching Nijimura’s, tongue easing past his stubborn pout. “I’ll agree with that.”
He pulls Nijimura down over him, hooking an arm around his neck, while his other hand presses decisively against Nijimura’s abdomen. It’s slow and burning, searching, always searching, and subdued.
Nijimura is the first to part and Akashi nearly chases; his kisses were and are always tender and soft. “So.” He brushes aside Akashi’s bangs, kissing his temple. “We’re really doing this.”
Akashi looks at him blankly. “Did you think I had something else in mind when I invited you into my hotel room?”
Red lances up from his cheeks to his hairline. “No, what? Of course I knew,” he sputters, eyebrows knitting. “I just—you know. I’m not sure how this goes.”
Akashi smiles, poised but a tad bit amused. Of course, he wouldn't. Nijimura had always been conscious of delicate and soft things being held in his rough hands. Akashi probably, and oddly, fits right in that category.
“That’s all right, I’ll tell you what to do,” Akashi reassures, placing his open mouth against his, suckling against his lower lip. Nijimura relaxes, following along, and humming against him, kisses along Akashi's jaw, breathless.
“Oh? And that’s what?”
“First.” Akashi leans up and nibbles his earlobe.
“Put on the jersey.”