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“Hey, Gojo.” Megumi walked in between the coffee table and the legs of the couch, facing directly at his father.
“Hm?” Satoru sat, still sitting comfortably on the black leather sofa. The heel of his foot was lying on top of the other leg's knee.
“I um, I'm going over to a friend's house-” He started.
“Itadori, right? You don't ever go out unless it's for him.” The white haired man interrupted.
“-Shut up, a friend's house, and it's his birthday. The party’s also car-themed.” Megumi said while he took a seat just a few cushions from Satoru.
“Car themed, huh? I need something to wear to impress the ladies~ or Itadori, that's fine too.” Satoru teased.
“Can you be serious for once?” Megumi complained, throwing his face into his palm as he slowly sank into the seat.
“No, I cannot, my good son. Anyway, you want some clothes to borrow or something? I got a big ass collection.” The man offered. Emphasising on big. Just a few years prior to this conversation, Satoru had bought himself a new closet with his own money. All of his special edition shirts, jackets, and hats. You name it, he probably had it. Suguru had gotten sick of having to wear American race jackets to his work every day when it got cold, all because Satoru barely left space for him to put on his own clothes.
“Yeah, sure. That'll probably be good enough.” The boy rolled his eyes at the mere thought of the plethora of Satorus fashion pieces. His father had been a big fan of cars and racing fashion ever since he could remember. Especially sports and luxury cars. For Megumi's 16th birthday, Satoru had bought himself a black and blue Kawasaki Ninja 400. Perfect bike for a beginner rider.
It was almost every day that the young adult saw his guardian leave the house in some sort of gear, mostly pants and/or a jacket. Satoru pushed himself up from his position and waltzed over to his and his husband's room, after grabbing an orange from the fridge, peeling it and cutting it into slices. Megumi made himself relax back onto his original seat. Just then, Satoru came out from his room, an old jacket slung over his arms.
“Did you get me an orange too?” He asked.
“You didn't ask for one.” Megumi retorted. Munching on a piece in his mouth.
“I see how it is.” His father sassed back. “Anyways, take good care of it. It's special to me.” He finished, just as he was tossing over his jacket to Megumi, Suguru emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, his long hair still damp from the boiling shower.
“Is that- You still have it?!” Yelled geto. A shocked expression painted his face.
“Still have what, the jacket? I never got rid of it.” Satoru responded. He raised his eyebrow at the man he married 15 years ago. They both threw gentle and somewhat sensual banter at each other. Megumi simply looked as if he wanted to die, sitting between the half-naked man with the most glossy and bedroom eyes you could have ever imagined, and the second person wasn't much better. Smiling happily over at the 2 dark-haired men.
“What the fuck.” Megumi whispered under his breath, holding the jacket in his hand, his bowl of sliced oranges already placed on the dark oak coffee table in front of him.
“Can I have that for a sec?” Suguru asked before quickly snatching it out of his son's hands. “Holy shit. It's the same one." Megumi just gave a confused look at both of them. It was a jacket, so what? Did someone die in it? Was it cursed?!
“You know, this was the jacket I first met Satoru in.” Suguru carefully said. He brushed his fingers over the black collar stitching. The golden kanji “jujutsu kaisen” is embroidered on the shoulder pads—a game they both used to be huge fans of. Geto brought the black and white jacket closer to his chest and held it tightly in his hands before handing it back to Megumi.
“I had honestly thought you'd gotten rid of it years ago. I never saw you wear it again after that meet-up.” He sheepishly admitted. A light laugh followed soon after. Satoru watched over him, his eyes taking in every detail the other man's body showed. If he didn't see it now, he would surely find it in the future.
“Why would I get rid of it?” He brought a hand over to the other man's face, cradling it. “I will never forget that car show where we met. This jacket holds that memory that I'm especially fond of. I keep it all the way in the back so it doesn't get damaged.”
20 years ago, there was a small street race meet-up that they had both attended, entirely unaware of the other one's existence up until that event. A black cruiser bike slowly rolled on the dirt road. Its owner sported a black leather jacket with numerous rock and punk band patches sewn on, several of them seemed to be handmade, probably more underground or local bands that would never have enough money to make proper ones. His thick denim jeans were borderlined, shredded with the amount of tears in them, the thick muscle of his thighs and calves on display, almost as if he didn't care if he crashed on his bike and ended up with leg injuries.
The bike took an abrupt stop next to a white Ducati Panigale V4, the body sitting on top of it wore baggy black pants, a leg chain dangling over his thigh. A familiar black and white jacket lay on his back, 8 symbols on its chest, 4 on each side. The ‘I <3 Panda embroidered on the left sleeve, ‘ratio’ on the right. The familiar kanji of the game ‘Jujutsu Kaisen’ on the shoulders. Geto looked up and met sharp, bright blue eyes, the colour of a clean, unpolluted ocean, untouched by humanity's impurities. The sleek black helmet covered the rest of his face, but Suguru could see the smug look protruding from the rider's face.
“A sports bike, huh? How fast does it go?” The cruiser rider asked. The other man removed the helmet that constricted his face. Shook his hair as soon as it was off to gain the volume that was lost when it was on.
“1100cc.” 1100cc?! Are you shitting me?!
“1100cc? Are you running from the cops or something?” Joked Suguru. His hands were still on the bike's bars.
“Crap, how did you know? Is there a warrant out for my arrest?” Laughs, coupled with engine roars, bike revs and casual chatter filled the air. This unknown man's hair stood against the dark sky.
“Bad Religion, huh? Neat patch.” He complimented, a smirk plastered on his face.
“What? Are you gonna tell me to name 5 songs? I’ll fucking punch you.” Suguru threatened lightly.
“Hey, I don't care, it's a good bad, do what you want.” The man giggled to himself. Suguru stared at him with love-struck eyes. It was like he had found gold within piles and piles of dirt and coal. This man next to him seemed to already get his humour, get his style and genre of music all so easily, like he was just made to know Suguru and his interests.
“Jujutsu kaisen huh? I know that game, what character do you main?” He asked, pointing towards the emblems on the jacket's chest area.
“Gotta go with ‘The honoured one’! His powers are so op!” He excitedly shouted. “What about you?”
“Hmm, I tend to prefer the ‘cult leader’. I mean, ‘blue, red’ and ‘hollow purple’ are cool and all, but ‘Curse spirit manipulation’? That's where I'm at.”
“I heard there's a level that only ‘cult leader’ and ‘the honoured one’ can beat together, wanna try at my house?”
Was this dude seriously inviting Suguru over to his house to play a video game? Maybe they could end up doing more…
“Sure, gimme your number and we can chat sometime.” Insisted Suguru, grabbing his phone from his zipped-up pocket and handing it over to the fellow JJK player. The whole time they spent there, they had been talking, discussing each other's interests and strategies of games. Rating different types of bikes and cars they came across, and even taking part in a minor race that was just for friendly banter.
“And our winner is Satoru Gojo! The runner-up up-” The woman's loud voice carried on into the distance.
‘Satoru huh?’ Suguru thought to himself.
“I got your number, but I never got your name?”
“Geto, Suguru Geto.”
“So why would you let me borrow it if it meant too much to you?” Megumi questioned, he was going to a party in 30 minutes, and obviously, there was a chance it would get dirty or even damaged at the event.
“I'm hoping since it helped get me laid, it could help you and Itadori-” Gojo jokes. Turning his head to show Megumi the grin he had on his face.
“You are absolutely diabolical, Satoru.”
“I really don't know why you married him.” The younger boy complained.
“Who else would take care of you and Tsumiki? Him? I think not, he would just feed you a bag of Twizzlers for dinner and call it a day.” Suguru answered.
“How did you know about that-” The other two gave a haughty laugh. Geto wrapped his muscular arms around Satorus's torso and brought him close.
“Good job for keeping that jacket.” The large man whispered seductively into the white-haired man's ears.
“In front of my orange slices? Can you two do it when I'm NOT a metre from you both?” Hissed Megumi.
“No can do, Megumin, I'm legally bound to brag about the fact that I managed to snatch this delicious piece of meat.” Gojo bragged as he slapped the man he was talking about on the ass. Geto huffed through his nose. He tightened his hold around Satoru, picked him up and strutted over to their bedroom, kicking the door open with his foot. He threw his husband onto the bed and slowly climbed on. Hovering over the bottom half of Satorus' legs.
“I love you, you know?” Suguru growled deeply.
“I know~”
“CAN YOU AT LEAST CLOSE THE FUCKING DOOR?”
“Maybe the 'get laid' jacket can actually help him get laid.”
“I HEARD THAT YOU PERVERTS!”