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“This one is my room. I think my mom laid out the futon for you.” Aomine gestured for Kagami to enter the room ahead of him.
Kagami pushed open the door noting the room was larger than he expected but the promised futon wasn’t laid out. The room was sparse, a large bed, desk with laptop, nightstand and his eyes jerked back abruptly to the nightstand. “What the hell dude! You have a picture of me beside your bed.”
“Oh yeah,” The blue haired boy sauntered in and shut the door. “I’ve had that for ages.”
“That doesn’t explain anything. Why do you have a picture of me?” The red head was baffled. It had been anyone else, a framed bedside picture would make him think the other boy had feelings for him. It was the only framed picture in the room. A few basketball and gravure posters were scattered about the walls but Kagami’s eyes were fixated on the silver framed picture standing there.
“Don’t get your panties in a twist, I just use it to jack off.” Aomine walked over to the picture, picked it up and smiled sweetly, something Kagami had never seen, before placing the picture back carefully slanted so a person could see it clearly while lying in the bed.
“The fuck is that? Don’t go making goo goo eyes at my picture you pervert!” Kagami wanted to snatch up and hide his first year school picture from this guy.
Aomine looked back at the other boy, “I’m not making goo goo eyes, you idiot. Although I’ve had some really good times with it. This is even better than Mai-chan, you should be flattered.”
“Well I’m not.” Kagami was baffled. He was going to be a houseguest at the Aomine residence for almost a week. After moving back to the US, his dad had consented to him spending his junior year summer break in Japan with the friends he made. He no longer had the apartment so his month-long vacation before heading back for a prestigious basketball camp would be spent spending nights with various friends and playing as much basketball as humanly possible. Due to his mass consumption issues it wasn’t fair to burden just one family with him. Kagami briefly considered calling Kuroko but Kuroko’s folks had actually sent him forward a day early due to the “egg incident.” He didn’t know they weren’t all meant for him. He tried to explain it could happen to anyone but Kuroko had shook his head and said only Kagami could think a dozen eggs was single serving. He wasn’t going to be welcome back there so soon.
“Do you want a picture of me to make it even?” Aomine’s ego knew no bounds.
“Are you seriously offering me a picture of you to wank to? Because it sounds like you are confusing your perversion with normal behavior”
“I’m hot and you know it. Do you want me to pose for you?” The taller male started to pull his shirt off.
Kagami jumped forward and grabbed his hands, “Do not start stripping!”
Aomine stopped but goaded, “Whatever, you know you want to see me in my naked glory.”
Kagami scoffed, “You mean you want to see me in my naked glory.”
“Well duh, you’re fucking hot. If you want to take your clothes off, I’m not going to stop you.”
Kagami stood there, he was going to spend the night there anyway so he shrugged his shoulders. “Do you see how this might make me feel uncomfortable?”
“Not really, not like its new information.” Daiki went to his drawer and started pulling out sleep clothes. “Do you need to borrow sleep stuff?”
Kagami put his bag on the bed, he’d left Kuroko’s in a rush and needed to check the condition of his pj’s i.e. old basketball shorts and a worn black t-shirt. The quick sniff test said they could use a wash. “You having a jack off picture of me is new information.”
“Dude we’ve been playing one on one all week, always as shirts versus skins. It's just the two of us playing” At Kagami's blank look, Aomine continued, “Sometime you really are just a pretty face. We can’t possibly get confused about the teams. ”
Kagami knew he wasn’t the brightest bulb, they had played one on one like that last summer too and he had never questioned it. Aomine always insisted Kagami play skins. “You put sunscreen on my back and my legs even though I can reach my legs.”
Aomine smiled a creepy far away smile, “Yep and if someone comes to join the game, I reapply it so they know even if they look, only I can touch. Anyway,” Daiki held his hands out, “Give me that pile of stink so I can wash it.” Kagami handed his clothes over. He had packed light knowing he would spend his vacation in one of three versions of the same outfit, shorts and a t-shirt.
Daiki left the room with the light bundle in his arms giving Kagami the breathing space he needed to process what had just happened. His rival and super secret crush openly admitted to jacking off to his picture, finding him hot and being possessive of said hotness. That had happened just a moment ago. He had been hitting the courts with this guy and starting the first game with a half chub from the very thorough sunscreen rub down every day this week.
Kagami sat on Aomine’s bed and picked up his own picture. It really wasn’t much to look at. Just him in his school uniform thinking of how much fun basketball was going to be with a real team. There was nothing scandalous about it. Aomine was just a perv. He knew that already.
“Hey, don’t get high on my supply.” He didn't hear the other boy come back into the room.
“Not everyone is a perv like you” Kagami put his picture down.
“Not everyone, but you are. You’re just scared to admit it.” The other boy threw a pair of shorts his way. “You can sleep in these.”
Kagami held up the shorts, “The fuck man, these are just boxer briefs!”
“Very comfortable and they don’t bunch up.”
“Nah, I think not.”
“What are you going to sleep in? You just gave me all your clothes.”
Kagami flushed all over, was he ever going to learn? “I’ll sleep in what I have on.”
“So you’re going to shower and put your sweat crusted basketball clothes back on?” The other boy taunted. “You could sleep naked if you want.”
Kagami groaned, “You would like that, wouldn’t you?” There was no way he was going to put his dirty underwear back on.
“I’ve made that pretty fucking clear.” Daiki shrugged then added, “Because I’m a nice guy, I would sleep naked too, so you don’t feel awkward.”
“Real gentleman aren’t you? Whatever, may I have a towel?” Kagami gathered his toiletries, i.e. combination bodywash, shampoo, conditioner and a toothbrush from his bag.
Daiki sat on his bed picking up the picture and glanced back at Kagami, “The closet next to the bathroom has towels.”
“You’re the best host too.” Kagami rolled his eyes and left the room. Daiki’s parents were still in the living room watching soccer, a real sport according to Daiki’s mom. He approached slowly, hating to bother them. He’d been gently kicked out once today and would not like to repeat the experience.
“Uh, pardon the intrusion.” He bowed to them and stammered, “May I borrow something to sleep in, sir? I put all my clothes in the wash, before I realized it.” Daiki’s parents stared at him. He didn't think he’d said anything weird, but now that he had started he needed to finish. “Ma’am if you show me the futon, I would be glad to get it down or pick it up or you know whatever to put in place.”
He could clearly see the nonverbal conversation they had before Daiki’s mom jumped up. “Let me get you a towel and while you shower, we’ll take care of those things for you. Didn’t realize you would be turning in so early.”
She gave Kagami a towel and washcloth. “Leave your dirty clothes in the bathroom and I will get them into the next load.”
Kagami could clearly hear Daiki's father's voice booming. “I need to talk to our idiot son.” It made a grin spread across his face. While brushing his teeth, he realized the Aomine household must think the bathroom was soundproof. It was not.
“Daiki why is Taiga-kun asking for pajamas and a futon of all things.” Kagami began to fret. What had he done now? Was there some social custom he got wrong?
“You’ve been crushing on this boy for almost a year. Surely you have enough game that he shouldn’t be asking for a futon? You're scared to make a move, boy?” His dad had to be teasing right.
“Come on Dad.” Daiki yelped.
“No, you come on. This boy you talked about all year.”
“So much basketball,” His mom chimed in, “So much Kagami’s almost as good as me.” That was the highest compliment that Daiki could bestow. It made Kagami wonder what else was true. He gave up any notion of getting into the shower while they yelled at each other.
Aomine’s voice cut across his mom, “Thanks for putting that picture out mom. Nice move that was.”
Kagami could clearly hear Aomine’s mom chuckle. “I know right. Did he notice?”
Okay, so maybe Daiki was bluffing about the whole jack off thing but why was there even a picture of him in the Aomine household?
“What kind of question is that? Of course he noticed the only framed picture in my room.” Daiki’s voice was escalating.
His mom prodded, “Good. Did you finally confess? Put us out of our misery.”
“Look, it's not like that. How many times do I have to tell you? Where did you even get that picture?”
Kagami knew where the blue haired boy got this perfect smug tone when his mom replied, “The internet and you’re welcome.”
Daiki’s dad’s voice boom“ Do you remember how excited he was when Kuroko called to see if Kagami could come over a day early?”
“Giddy like a little girl.” Daiki’s mom goaded.
Kagami had been standing here when Kuroko had called Aomine after his mom had begged him to remove the blackhole that was Kagami’s gut from her household. He had really tried to be a good guest, only eating breakfast with his hosts and even that had been too much. He hadn’t heard anything borderline giddy. Annoyed for sure but not giddy. Daiki’s parents were just messing with him.
Kagami finally made his way into the shower, washing away the grime of the day. Daiki’s parents were pretty cool so far. They insisted he eat dinner with them and didn’t even balk at what he ate. Father and son pretty much ate like him. Unlike the Kuroko household, Daiki’s mom was pleased he ate her cooking with obvious enjoyment. The food wasn’t great but it was plentiful and that worked for him.
When he came out after a nice long shower he walked back to Daiki’s room with the towel wrapped around his waist. He was surprised to see the futon still hadn’t made an appearance. He had barely cleared the door when Daiki’s dad came in behind him followed closely by his wife.
“Kids work out your issues,” He tossed a bag to the bed. “We’ll be back tomorrow after work. Have a good night.”
The bedroom door shut shortly followed by the apartment door. Kagami stared at the brown bag on the bed. He had a bad feeling about this. “What is that?” He asked.
“A bag of dicks. How the hell would I know?” Aomine poked the bag but didn’t pick it up.
Kagami gripped the towel tighter, and barked back. “He’s your dad! Open it.”
“You don’t tell me what to do!” Aomine shot back, but picked the bag up and let the contents spill onto the bed. Condoms and a tube of lube landed on the bed.
“The fuck!” Aomine jumped up from bed bringing him closer to Kagami.
Kagami blushed to his roots, and after a moment he was able to say, “I think your parents want ...”
“I know what my parents want.” Aomine cut him off.
Kagami was so confused, “Do you actually like me, like for real?”
“How can you be so dumb? I have your picture on my nightstand. Do I have to spell it out for you?”
Kagami didn’t want to admit to eavesdropping but they were yelling at each other pretty loud. “It sounds like your mom put it there.”
Aomine groaned and said, “You heard all that? They are so embarrassing, but it’s true. I do talk about you all the time. I like you okay. I like your big dumb face.”
“I like your big dumb face too.” Kagami admitted.