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– [SHIDOU] –
Shidou Ryuusei was not known for being a patient person – few would have accused him of such foolishness, and if someone had, Shidou would undoubtedly torment them until they admitted their own mistake.
Furthermore, Shidou Ryuusei always got what he wanted, whether it was a goal, glory, or a promised phone number, whose owner walked off the field after the post-match closing ceremony without any bow, as if the entire stadium audience – all forty thousand of them – were his subjects. Itoshi Sae’s mere walk, the shadow stretching in the spotlight, was so perfect that Shidou could have screamed in delight. It was no question, then, that as soon as he had the chance, he immediately followed the young footballer and persistently trailed behind him. Perhaps it was just his brain’s numb state or the hum of his cells that led him to follow Sae even into the shower block.
He was certain that this state of ecstasy was nothing compared to what he could get from Sae. This certainty drove him to press his back against the cold tiles in the small entryway of the shower. The damp material of the shirt caught between his skin and the wall sent a strange shiver through him. He was sure that if he could take it off, it would feel even better.
"Are you never going to get off me?" Sae asked, as he began undressing without the slightest sign of hesitation. He reached into the shower, turned on the water before kicking off his shoes. He pushed both of them against the wall and hooked his fingers into the edge of his long socks to get rid of them too.
"As long as I don’t get what I want, it’s not happening," Shidou grinned. His tongue ran over his sharp, pointed teeth.
"I told you, I’ll take a shower first," Sae tossed back, as though explaining to a confused child. He threw the crumpled socks onto his shoes. He didn’t bother to straighten them out; that was the staff's job, not his. "If you keep demanding, you can forget about getting my number."
Shidou openly scanned Sae’s body with his eyes as the boy stepped out of his pants and boxer shorts, then stood under the falling water of the shower and pushed his damp hair out of his face.
"You’re not shaking me off that easily," Shidou replied in a slightly deeper voice. "On the contrary."
"If you want to jerk off here, I'll wait until you cum, then I'll shove my foot down your throat."
Shidou's gaze lingered lazily on those feet. They were as lovely as Sae himself – the skin of his thighs was taut and slightly flushed under the hot water, the muscles still quivering from the exertion of the previous session.
"I don't care, as long as you're in my mouth, superstar," he muttered absently, tilting his head to one side. His thick, bright lashes cast a deep shadow across his face as his eyes half-closed, drinking in the sight of Sae's body, who by then had already dispersed the scented shower gel. His hand glided over his own skin so effortlessly that Shidou let out a small groan. He was jealous of Sae's hands, of his finger, because he wanted to make his way through every muscle in Sae’s body and his protruding hipbone.
"You're so sick," Sae said simply. No offence meant, he didn't even look at Shidou. He turned to the wall and, without rinsing himself off, reached for another bottle and shoved shampoo into his palm. The white foam of the shower gel dripped off his body in slow, thick streams. Shidou was jealous of that too.
"Perhaps."
He heard the jersey rip at the seam as he tore off the shirt, and then everything else that had been so uncomfortably constricting his body. Even when his boxers slipped off his hips, he couldn't hide his excitement if he wanted to.
He stepped into the shower right behind Sae and only spoke again when the footballer's back hit his chest. The two-inch gap between them, in Shidou's favour, seemed perfect. The water had by then washed away any residue of shower gel and shampoo, leaving him free to stare at Sae's skin uninterrupted.
"But you made me that way."
Sae turned around with a slow, calm movement. His face had the same impassivity that had frozen on his features years before, but there was something in his gaze that made Shidou even harder.
"Are you expecting an apology?" Sae said to his in pity. Shidou laughed in a hiccoughing voice, as if the very suggestion was absurd.
" You can fuck your apology," Sae spoke up, almost sweetly. Shidou’s lips were burning to finally get a bite of Sae somewhere, anywhere, because it would relieve, if only a little, the heat that was consuming him.
He preferred not to add, for the moment, that he would fuck Sae, insted of the apology.
" Great" Sae added. "I thought I was going to have to comfort another sniveling little boy."
"I'm just here for what I get. You got your damn hat-trick," he leaned in close to Sae, so close that he couldn't tell if he was smelling the boy's breath on his lips or the steam from the shower.
"Hat-trick, my ass."
"Come on," Shidou flattered. His nose touched Sae's, and he drank in every drop of the thick air he blew. "I told you, that goal was like a goal I scored. Let’s pretend that happened, right?"
Sae was silent for a moment, seeming to hesitate, and when his eyes flickered for a moment to Shidou's lips, he grinned in triumph.
"Then we could also pretend," Sae said at last, taking a small step towards Shidou on the slippery, wet tiles, "that I've given you my number. We're even."
"Don't mess with me," Shidou hid behind a laugh the sudden impatience mixed with anger that rose in his throat and gave his tongue and mouth an acid taste.
"Because taking a shower with me, while you dick is shamefully hard, is not enough? It's already more than anyone else gets."
The corner of Sae's mouth twitched as if tickled by a mocking smile. His eyes lingered lividly on Shidou's shocked features. Surely he had not expected such a rebuff. Shidou Ryuusei was not a patient man, and Shidou Ryuusei always got what he wanted.
This frozen state lasted for a full five seconds, for then Shidou's eyes darted under Sae's shoulder for a moment, and he almost threw his head back to laugh.
"You're hard too," he looked at Sae with raised eyebrows; his shoulders shaking with suppressed, triumphant laughter.
"It's the adrenaline," Sae said coolly. "It’s not what you think."
"Of course not!" Shidou clicked his tongue, so loudly that it reverberated off the shower wall in a beatless fade. "Then what do you call this?"
He knew that by locking his fingers over Sae's erection he might be crossing a line, but he had no intention of letting such an opportunity pass. Not once had Sae sent him away from himself, not once had he tried to get rid of him, in fact, it was he, Sae, indeed, who had started to undress in front of him, who had turned to face him in the pedestal-like cubicle and who had glanced down at Shidou's lips.
"An unpleasant side effect."
"Excuse me?"
"It's your side effect, you idiot."
"When you talk like that, I just admire you even more," Shidou growled as his fingers closed around Sae's neck. Sae sighed slowly, but his face remained still, only the former flame in his eyes flared higher.
"You already do admire me. Pathetic."
"You've just admitted I turned you on. I can't be that pathetic."
Sae was protestingly silent, a grimace on his face as if Shidou were some kind of repulsive creep. This grimace didn't fade even when Shidou pushed his head closer with a predatory smile, at the same time moving his hand and trailing his wet fingers along Sae's dick in a soft motion.
If he was honest, Shidou was annoyed that the slow movement of his hand seemed to have no effect – he merely reassured himself that if Sae really didn't like the situation, he would have sent him away. Or maybe he just didn't care enough about the situation they were in, or Shidou himself, to even bother.
"Say something, damn it," Shidou growled, when minutes later nothing happened except for him stopping his hand. He resisted the temptation to deliberately squeeze Sae's stiff dick too tightly, just in case the pain triggered anything other than a scowl and a blank stare.
"You're doing it wrong."
"What?"
"Either hold it properly or let it go. It tickles. It’s bothering."
Shidou snorted, half embarrassed, half annoyed.
"Fuck off," he said finally, but obeyed and tightened his grip. He took it as a step forward that Sae's eyelashes fluttered, as if his eyes were about to close involuntarily.
"With such shitty handwork, even that is difficult. Make an effort if you want something."
Shiodu gave in to temptation and with one decisive move, he squeezed Sae's cock in a way that was too rough for his taste. He would never have done it to himself like that, so suddenly and half-heartedly, but Sae, to Shidou's surprise, this time sighed heavily and unconcealed.
Shidou grinned. He had never heard anything more beautiful than Sae's ragged breath.
"So you're that kind of person?" He purred against Sae's lips as his hand slid over his throbbing cock and the veins surrounding it. His grip on his balls tightened, and Sae's head tilted forward; a short, pleasurable moan escaped his lips. "Tell me," Shidou began in a chatty voice. He couldn't stop himself; he wanted to know more, even though his imagination was already running wild and his dick was tensing painfully. "How do you do it yourself?"
"None of your business," Sae booed. His voice was hoarse with the pleasure that ran up his spine. Shidou's rough palm was far better than he'd expected.
"Now now, I expect more kindness than that."
"From me? Then earn it..."
"Just answer my question," Shidou hissed, brushing the pre-cum on the footballer's cock with his thumb, which hadn't yet been washed off. Sae's gleaming teeth sank into the soft flesh of his lips at the movement.
"I don't like doing it myself," he finally replied as Shidou stroked the tip again. His whole body shuddered, his saliva condensed thick in his mouth, and his irregular breathing came out soft and shallow. "It's not that good."
"Can't cum from your own hands?" Shidou chuckled, letting the other hand that had been hanging off his torso finally roam Sae's slender waist, ribs and abdominal muscles. „Fucking pathetich.”
"I can cum," Sae's eyes flashed angrily "I just don't like it."
"Still fucking lame," Shidou repeated softly, in a voice that sounded as if he were whispering some obscene praise. He laughed briefly when Sae's hips jerked. "But it's okay, I can help."
"What good will that do you? There's no way you could be so altruistic."
"Anything for you, superstar."
"Don't call me that."
"Don't call you what?"
Sae, whose legs were by then so weak that they could barely support his weight, his face flushed with heat and the lust building, slowly leaned on Shidou's caressing arm. He was dizzy, dazed by the heat, tiny black dots bouncing before his eyes, and a satisfaction crept an urgent itch under his skin.
"Shallow."
"Do you mind?" Shidou asked in a tone as if he didn't really care. He bit Sae's shoulder, hard, making sure his teeth left a mark. Sae didn't even hiss, just tilted his head to the side to give his more room.
"Obviously. That's why I said it, you fool."
"Then I just love that name even more!"
Sae yelled up, and Shidou's fingers tightened on his cock again, harder than before.
"I liked you best when they tied you up and muzzled you," he hissed.
"And you were good enough to get me out. It's only fair to repay you," Shidou let out in a calculating tone, as his hand, abandoning the absent-minded movements he'd been making, took on a steady, quick pace. He felt Sae's body shudder and the boy stumble against his chest. He groaned, gasping for air as much as the shower water would allow. His fingers dug into Shidou's arm, trailing his short-cropped nails along it, and he no longer even tried to stifle his gasps. His hips went before Shidou's movements, he muttered something about Shidou not daring to stop, then his body shook more than ever, he gripped Shidou's forearm, his head snapped back and with a drawn out moan he came to Shidou's hand.
A lazy smile crept across Shidou's face. He held Sae's entire weight and even though it was no easy feat on the wet tiles, he didn't mind. Sae fit perfectly in his arms, as if his body had been made to be held by Shidou – and Shidou had no intention of letting go. With a firm tug, he pulled Sae's limp body closer to him, and so that he could see it clearly, he raised his hand to his mouth and licked his cum from it.
"Ew," Sae hissed, his mouth twitching in disgust.
"Did you think I was going to let it go to waste?"
He licked all his fingers and held them under the water.
"Delicious. I'll suck you off next time."
Sae made a sound like he was fisting, but he didn't move, his head still resting on Shidou's shoulder, his wet, dark pink hair also resting on his partner's shoulder.
"Was I better than your hand?" Shidou inquired, as if fully aware of his own abilities.
"Barely," Sae let out and slowly pushed himself away from the muscular chest.
"Are you moaning that loud for your hand, too?"
Sae's eyes narrowed ominously. His long eyelashes were now clumped together wetly, but he was still a sight to behold – at least in Shidou's opinion. He especially liked the purple bite on Sae's shoulder.
"I didn't moan."
"Say it if you want. But you enjoyed it. Would you like me to wash you?" Shidou asked in a deliberately squeaky voice, enjoying the sheer shock of his words. Sae looked at his as if he'd gone mad, and finally pushed him away and stepped out of the shower.
Shidou laughed out loud. Sae was the perfect man for him to admire, but, when the occasion called for it, he could torment him to his heart's content. He didn't have to worry that he was overstepping the mark, because while most people would have been put off by his behaviour, Sae seemed to be enjoying it somewhere, perhaps. And if not, he was tolerating it, which was also good news for Shidou.
"It was just a question! Oi, Sae-chan" he grabbed the shower gel to take a shower himself. "When was the last time you came?"
"Are you still on that topic?" Sae muttered as he unhooked his towel hanging on the hook and wrapped it around his waist.
"I'd be on you too, but we're not there yet. So?"
"You're disgusting."
"Thank you!" Shidou snapped his fingers and washed the foam off himself. He reached for the shampoo. "After such nice words, I'm afraid I might fall in love with you."
"Spare me!" Sae snapped back at him, the combination of horror and disgust making Shidou shiver all over. "You half-baked..."
"Until this morning, I never even imagined I'd jerk you off in the shower after a losing match" Shidou pointed out while rinsing his hair, then shook his head like a dog as he stepped out of the shower and reached for his towel, deliberately leaning as close as he could to Sae. He was still standing, but Sae's company was more enticing than a quick orgasm. "I imagined I was jerk you off after a winning match."
Sae's lips twitched, as if a feeling of nausea was coming over him.
"I'm glad I can't see inside your head."
"Oh, I'm glad about that too. How kind of you, Sae-chan, to wait for me."
"I wasn't waiting for you. You think too much of yourself again."
Shidou waved his hand good-naturedly, then threw his arm over Sae's bare, broad shoulders.
"Do you have to keep touching me? "Sae asked in a grey, disapproving tone. "There was barely a moment today when you weren't clinging to me."
"I love how talkative you are!"
When they reached the locker room, Shidou let go of Sae, rummaged through his bag, and stepped back towards the boy, holding his phone in his hand. He held the unlocked screen out to him and, with an annoyingly patient smile, stared expectantly at Sae's wet, increasingly lightening hair, then his emerald green, tiredly shimmering eyes.
Sae muttered something about Shidou and the demanding, half-finished idiots, but took the phone, tapped on it, and casually handed it back to Shidou, who immediately pressed the call icon. When, after long seconds, no phone ringing was heard, he chuckled and turned back to Sae.
"Give me your real number, superstar."
"Am I ever going to get rid of you?" Sae fumed, unusually without hiding it this time. He snatched the phone from Shidou's hand and started typing on it again.
"You promised we’d be roommates."
"I didn’t promise. You said that."
He shoved the phone back into Shidou's hand, who once again pressed the green icon. When he saw that this time, the phone behind Sae, next to the boy's bag, indeed lit up, he satisfiedly ended the call.
" I am inexpressibly happy," Shidou purred and turned toward his own stuff to get dressed. He glanced over his shoulder, stealing another look at Sae's toned back.