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His feet hardly made sound, only the sand and texture of the floor crunched and he ran through the field, it was a very different sensation compared to stomping around with his boots.
His lungs felt as if the air was cold yet it burned so horribly, not being able to breathe from anywhere but his mouth Kiyotaka was gasping for air as his arms moved as fast as his legs, which felt like they would give up at any moment now. Yet... The sound of cheering at the end obliged him to not give up. He had to do it!
Finally, he crossed the end of the line, his fast footsteps slowing down till he threw himself on the floor. The sound of cheering increased.
Turning around, he saw Makoto panting and arriving a lot later than he did, but Leon had been close in catching up on him at some point. Everyone was cheering for the lucky student and the all-star.
He could feel his pulse in his ears.
"WHO'S THA CHAMPION?!" And his heart almost leaped out of him. A pair of tan calloused hands took a hold of his upper torso and lifted him off the ground "Get off a' the floor, moron, yer up on the podium!" Said that usually grumpy voice, lifting him up in the air and onto his shoulder. From there he was able to look down, his best friend, Mondo, looked back up at him with a toothy grin.
"Thank you, Kiyoudai, " he said, still panting "that is very kind of you. " Mondo seemed embarrassed, and looked away.
"M'not kind, I'm cool. "
"Yes, you are. " Said Kiyotaka, resting his hand on Mondo's back of the neck. "Could you please put me down? I'd like to get changed out of these sweaty garments at once. "
"Fuck no! " Yelled Mondo, which earned him an even more furrowed brow from Kiyotaka "I'm chauffer this evening and I'm dropping ya off to the changing room."
"Ah... Well, " Mondo started walking towards said room "if you insistAH MONDO DO NOT RUN! " Mondo was running.
Thankfully, Kiyotaka was as fast as ever and dodged the doorframe, but Mondo was surely getting an earful at the moment. Lucky for the taller one, he had ADHD so no fucking idea what he was yapping about.
"EVERYONE!! BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN! " Mondo whooped the second he entered the echoing changing room, earning a few laughs from the guys in there and a full flustered face from Kiyotaka.
"What on earth are you babbling about?! That is completely indecent! Put me down this instant! "
"You're not denying it, hall monitor?" Teased Leon, which Hiro "ooh"-ed at. Mondo did not seem to like a teasing if it didn't come from him.
"You making fun of 'im?" He started to step towards the now intimidated Leon, who shook his head rapidly, realizing the best friend Kiyotaka had with very concerning anger management issues.
"No, no! No way, man! Kiyotaka and I are friends, ain't we, bud???" The sweaty guy said, looking up at Kiyotaka with a weak shivering smile.
"Do not call me 'Bud', I am your classmate and I have a name. " The red eyed sighed, and tapped on Mondo's head, getting his attention "Put me down now, yes?" Mondo smiled at him.
"Whatever ya say, prime minister. " Said the buff man, taking him carefully off his shoulder next to the bench where his belongings laid neatly organized. Kiyotaka's brain short circuited for a second, and he opened his mouth uselessly. "Spit it out." Mondo chuckled out.
"I'm not prime minister." Said Kiyotaka, in a hushed tone.
"Yet. " Affirmed Mondo, who ruffled his black short hair but quickly removed it "Ew! What the fuck you're so sweaty. Go shower, you stink head. "
"Don't -!" Kiyotaka huffed "I am not "stinky" therefore I don't stink. But I will take a shower, and so should you! "
"Quote;" started Mondo, while Kiyotaka walked away towards the unoccupied showers "I am stinky therefore I stink."
"I DID NOT SAY THAT-! No." If you listened closely behind the sound of a curtain of water you'd be able to hear the red eyed taking a deep breath to recompose himself "I am mindful, calm and immune to your inecessary battle. "
While the other man took a quick shower, Mondo decided to take a look at Kiyotaka's bag, he took out his change of clothes and deodorant... Nothing else in the bag. Not even cologne? What was he thinking, of course not. Kiyotaka has this sort of boyish touch in his personality because of his poor hair care and his all in one shampoo.
He heard wet footsteps towards him, even in between the noise of chatting from their male classmates. Mondo didn't turn to look, but he saw in his peripheral view a pair of tone hairy legs and a towel attached to the hip.
After Kiyotaka changed his wear Mondo shoved his cologne at him. He insisted Kiyotaka on putting it on but he decided on keeping it in his backpack since that flask was almost finished.
Afterwards, he gave a questioning look at Mondo, up to down then back up.
"Checking me out?"
"You're un-showered and with your sports clothes still on. "
"Smart observation, big boy. But I'm spending a while more with Chihiro, he wants to work out sum extra and I'm helping 'im out. Ya know, the usual routine. "
"It is not a usual routine. Today is Thursday and you always do it on Friday."
"Damn, do we?? Didn't know... " Said Mondo, scratching his cheek "Why do ya care anyway? " Or keep record of that? But he didn't ask that, since he found Kiyotaka was just probably being attentive, as always.
"I thought... " He tilted his head in confusion, as if obvious "...you were my chauffer for the evening?"
Mondo found himself lost and left for drowned in a sea of crimson red eyes which had some white and black lashes and a slight line marked under his eyes that made them oh the more cuter. "Y-ya want me to take you out somewhere?" Stammered Mondo, who's face was dusted pink.
"What? " Kiyotaka let out one of his big mechanic laughs, always so endearingly dorky "I was clearly joking! See? I can tell jokes too, Bro!" Smiled Kiyotaka, in a very awkward way (though his smiles were always awkward).
"If ya want me to I could-!" Yelped Mondo.
"No need to."
"I can tell Chihiro and he'll be okay with-!" He yelled.
"Mondo, don't worry."
"I can take you to dinner if you want?! " He finally spit out. He did it again, yelling something embarrassing Infront of someone he cared for out of nervousness.
"Dinner? Ah, that'd be lovely, Kiyoudai! " Exclaimed Kiyotaka, who was tying up the buttons of his dress shirt. Mondo smiled, excitement and relieve clear on his face "I would love to spend time with you, as I always do. But I fear you have activities to attend with Chihiro, so let it be on another day. " To that, Mondo's smile stuttered to a pout and, with a whine, started saving everything that was in the bench back into Kiyotaka's backpack. The raven haired man tied his boot laces "Do have fun with our classmate, my Bro, I will see you tomorrow! " He finished his boot and went to work on the other one, but it seemed like Mondo went ahead, which earned him a mumbled appreciation from Kiyotaka. "Oh! And do not forget! " He yelled as Mondo stood up, who grabbed Kiyotaka's backpack "We are going to that hotel Yasuhiro rented this weekend, so have your travel attire and belongings ready! Clear?!"
"Yup, sir. " Affirmed Mondo, handing him his bag. "Wouldn't forget for anything in the world. "
"Incorrect!! The use of my Forget Beam would excellently- bmmhghmmh! Mmmh! Mmmmh .. mmh." A hand muffled him.
"Right, " said Mondo, with his best bored face he was able to make at the moment, but broke slightly and chuckled under his breath "fucking idiot."
"Mmh! " Mondo let go of his face and yelled at him.
"Now get out! "
"I'll do so whenever I please! And for your information I am extremely intelligent! "
"That's what someone stinky would say. "
"SILENCE FROM YOU! " Kiyotaka marched towards the door "Get thee behind me, foul fiend!! " He opened the door and moved out of the way, smiling politely up at Mondo "After you. "
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Kiyotaka closed the door behind him, he was now inside the comfort of his own dorm. The first thing he did was throw his bag at his bed, his body would've followed too but the clinking sound from his bag startled him slightly. He really wanted to rest on his bed until his body stopped feeling sore, but that was incredibly unproductive and he had things to do and attend!
After changing his clothing to an overzided tank top (probably Mondo had forgotten it in a previous sleepover) and some loose tiny shorts his father used to wear in the 90s, Kiyotaka started by emptying his bearings, taking out crumpled clothes Mondo had disorganized. After setting his gym clothing in his laundry basket he found the object that had clinked. Taking it in his grasp it felt cold and smooth against his hands, the glass cologne had this sort of classy and serious but simple style. It followed basic rectangular shapes but the edges were round, it had these black strips that resembled a tiger's and the transparent glass showed this golden-ish colored liquid that filled the transparent spaces as if it was the print of the animal. It read in sturdy letters "The Beast".
I'm sure he rides like a beast.
What. WHAT. WHO SAID THAT, NOT HIM. EVEN IF IT WAS HE WAS TALKING ABOUT HIS MOTORCYCLE BECAUSE THAT IS THE ONLY THING YOU CAN RIDE. Apart from a horse.
He must NOT let his libido be in control. This issue had been happening several times a month, where Ero tried to take control of his body but he kept him jailed in his mind instead, running steamy thoughts he had managed to compress… But what had been monthly turned into weekly, and now he had daily hard mornings.
For some reason his hormones had decided on his best friend to be the role model of his fantasies. Obviously, it was because his best and only bro was extremely handsome! With that big built, so bulky and… tan and… goodness, that happy trail was showing him his path- SEE?! This is what happened!
He found it reasonable, his Kiyoudai was handsome and this was just a carnal reaction. It was very clear that he wasn't in love with Mondo's personality too, with the way he'd yell when nervous and scratch his neck, or how he'd be so loyal to the people he loved, and so so exceptionally honest to him, specially him…
Kiyotaka opened the cologne, curious, and a strong smell of Mondo attacked his senses. A strange yet familiar feeling down his spine made him shiver and it felt like his best friend was right there with him.
A sudden idea came to mind.
No.
No, it was too risky.
Risky? Of what? His door was locked. He turned around to look, just to check. The glass bottle rested by his chin, brushing his lips. He hummed, lost in thought.
No one would know.
His right hand, that wasn't holding the perfume, brushed his lips so softly he only felt them tickle, driving his hand lower to rest on his neck, his thumb dangerously feeling against his Adam's apple. With a hitched breath he squished his neck a little bit, already feeling his skin become flushing hot, sweat beads slowly forming at his forehead.
This is so inappropriate. He thought, as his fingertips kept the same pressure and his hands slided down to his clavicle for then to travel towards his chest. His fingers went through one of his nipples and a whine crawled its way out of his throat. What is wrong with me? Why cannot I be normal about him? His hand slithered further, his clothes so thin he could feel every dip of the skin. He finally reached the hem of his shorts but he skipped over it and surrounded his very warm palm around the tent that was forming in the cloth. He gasped at the welcoming feeling and almost lost balance of his knees when he added pressure in his grip, his hips involuntarily thrusted and a louder and more embarrassing whine came out. He shut his mouth like a clam but remembered he was alone… Alone in the privacy of his room… His soundproof room. After biting his lower lip in thought he glared at the stupid cologne he kept in his hand.
Frick it.
He dropped his shorts and kept his white underwear on, quickly stepping out of the garment and crawling on his bed. The liquid of the cologne moved and made sounds that distracted him but he had a clear objective.
He took one of his long pillows and laid it vertical in front of him. He stopped himself, looking at the cologne and then back at the pillow he didn't use. This is really weird… he thought, Mondo is my best friend, best friends don't think of eachother this way, do they? He opened the tap of it after settling the pillow in between his inner thighs, sitting on it. Maybe… I don't see Mondo as a friend? He sprayed the cologne on the pillow, seeing how it made wet splotches on the fabric, his stomach rumbled in a way it usually didn't. This was starting to hurt, but he had always been a patient man. The later closed the cologne and set it on his night stand.
Looking down he could see the way the pillow plumped and squished between his thighs. His tent so clearly marked and erect that it made Kiyotaka close his eyes with how obscene the view was, but the second he did the image of Mondo's face looking up at him from earlier, when he had picked him up, appeared to him. His dick twitched. Kiyotaka muffled another whine, he had never tried this with his eyes closed, not had he tried anything other than his fist or even dared to think of Mondo.
His hands took a sturdy grip of the pillow, it reminded him of when he greets his best friend, he always grips his shoulder to salute him, congratulate him, comfort him… Kiyotaka was very new at physical contact, going from people playing the game of him having an infectious desease to being hugged everytime he had to leave Mondo's side was a huge difference he had to learn how to adapt.
He leaned in very close, with his crotch pressed against the softness of the pillow, and inhaled so deeply that when he exhaled it could have almost been a grunt.
His first thrust was surely slow, Kiyotaka liked taking his time with these things, no need to rush through his favourite part. The raven haired would absolutely adore to tease Mondo. To take so long before starting and drink in the entire image of his body, which Kiyotaka thought of as a temple. The slow hotness of a burn fuming from his stomach to rest in his crotch was like finally getting what he had begged for, but his body screamed for more, way more. His grip changed on his left hand and moved it at the top end of the pillow, grasping it strong so it stayed in place. He thrusted again and this time he felt a bead of precum accumulate at his tip, driving him eager for more.
All of a sudden his imagination took control of his hazed eyes and all he knew was that in his left hand was Mondo's tangled, and out of his style, hair. His grip got tighter.
His hips, instead of moving faster, started experimenting, doing different motions and testing slightly different angels. But specially thinking of sturdy and expanded skin that he'd love to study each inch of.
You're masturbating to your best friend. He tried to guilt himself, but his mouth drooled at the thought of it. Mondo had looked too handsome today. Since the summer is near his skin is getting tanner and he sweats even more than usually. His hips thrusted once too quickly and stole from him a groan. Mondo's body looked so good in the summer… He sat on his knees, locking the pillow with his thighs and hands. He glistened under the sun after his work out… Kiyotaka began rocking his hips again, this time at a medium pace. Mondo would try to drink water from his empty water bottle and would take Kiyotaka's, pressing his lips against it and chugging it.
The raven boy cracked a whine, opening his eyes to look at the wet bulge on his underwear. He'd watch his Adam's apple bob… He sped up, seeing it get wetter. He'd lick his lips.
"Oh my god…" he barely whispered, but since he had already opened his mouth an exhaled moan escaped from it. The first noise leaded to a hanging jaw that couldn't hold back the whines and the followed staccato of tiny moans. Mondo's lips looked so perfect wrapped around his water bottle. At that, his whole body shook. He moved, holding the pillow against the mattress again and hovering it so closely, his hips moved back to work rather quickly.
At the new closeness his nose filled with the smell of his dear friend, who, to him, right now seemed to be in his arms.
His legs had started to give out, but the white hot flame boiling inside of him didn't let him. Tensing his legs so much his jaw became lose and all his sounds couldn't be contained any further. "Just like that- " he begged "Your mouth is perfect-" he insisted.
Ding
His movement fell into a stop. Had he just received a notification? The only notifications are from his father and Mondo's, but his father only called him so the only message he got was from…
He quickly took his phone, which was near him by the night stand, and saw 'Kiyoudai!! has posted a new story' oh, that is right, he got this new application called Instagram. So far he only followed Mondo and Makoto. He clicked on it and what he saw almost made him finish on the spot, but did make him moan and take a screenshot. The image was of Mondo, after Chihiro's work out. He was alone in the changing room, in front of the mirror with his tank top rolled up with one hand and the phone on the other, that barely hid his smirk. He could see his toned chest and strong torso, Mondo didn't have abs, his built was bulky and the mesh between fat and muscle made Kiyotaka drool, his beloved trail towards his dangerously low pants made him shudder.
He pressed his finger against the screen and kept looking at it while half down of his face was squished against the musky smell of the pillow, his thrusts finally finding that eager rhythm he had been searching for, while eyeing up and down at the screen of his phone. His noises were loud but kept muffled against the pillow, his hips stuttering when moving too fast but it felt so…
"Oh, Mondo," his words could almost be made out of the muffled sounds "you're so good to me, you're so good, oh, you're perfect." The pace was too fast and his legs spreaded to feel the entirety of the, now very wet, pillow against his leaking twitching dick. At some point he had to let go of his phone, closing it, since he had to hold the pillow so harshly his fingers turned white, and it hurt , but -"FUCK, MONDO-" His whole face was hidden in it, making it harder to breathe but if felt so good. "THAT'S- aaah, yes, yes that's it. " He bit the pillow and tilted his head upwards, his back arching. So close, so close. I need him pressed against me, I need to be in him so fucking bad. Finally, his thighs trembled in a way they had never done before, his body slowing down right at the top of the hill of pleasure, just, just over the edge of it. In a low moan, bitten into the destroyed pillow, Kiyotaka finished, feeling the sticky liquid pump out of him in different spurts that shook his whole world.
Why was he friends with Mondo? Surely he was the best men he had ever met, so Kiyotaka thought that giving him a high rank of friendship would close it. But he already knew that was impossible. Their bond wasn't close because of brotherhood, he needed that man naked and out of breath with a full smile of satisfaction for the Rest. Of. His. Life.
At some point he had finally come to his senses, letting go and dropping his whole weight next to the pillow, trying his best to catch his breath. There was a strong smell of sweat, cum and closed room in the air, but especially of Mondo. Would that be how having sex with Mondo smells like? He whined at the thought. He wished he could figure it out.
After accepting that he had to clean himself and the soiled briefs among the disgusting pillowcase he had to come to one last step of acceptance.
I'm so in love with him… DARN IT.
He'd have to give himself detention after all of that unwholesome vocabulary.