Work Text
Why do post-swim meet parties have to be such a time-worn tradition? It’s always the same old thing. Too much beer, people shouting and spilling said beer everywhere, awkwardly maneuvering around duos well on their way to home plate as he treads sticky floors down darkened hallways in search of a bathroom - post-swim meet parties are for the birds.This one sucks especially bad. His friends disappeared earlier than usual, paired off as always in pursuit of their own home runs. So here Ikuya is, surrounded by drunk swimmers he knows only by their stats. He’d rather die than talk to any of them, so he just finds the nearest beer-stained couch and hunkers down, averting his eyes from anyone and everyone. He assumes they’re all on the prowl for a one-night stand - if they’re not already too gone to get their dicks up.His luck runs out after about fifteen minutes. A poor, unfortunate soul drops down next to him, nearly sending Ikuya’s second beer of the night flying. Oh hell no. This guy is fucking in for it. This guy -“You look like you’re about to die.”This guy is Asahi.“You’re the one who just avoided dying,” Ikuya scowls, unwilling to admit how happy he is to see the familiar face of his childhood friend and one of his favorite people - a face he happens to find confusingly attractive. “Don’t scare a guy like that.”“By sitting down? That’s a pretty low bar for murder,” Asahi says, parrying Ikuya thrust for thrust. “At least buy me dinner first.” He has two full cups in his hands, one of which he hands to Ikuya. “You looked like you needed it.”“Thanks.” Ikuya tosses back the rest of his other drink and starts on the new one. “Watching me from across a crowded room, huh?”Whatever. If he’s going to be miserable, he might as well flirt with the only other person in their friend group not currently fucking or getting fucked. That’s the only reason. It has nothing to do with how confusingly attracted he is to the guy who used to hold burping contests with himself in middle school.“You’re the only interesting thing here. Person!” Asahi quickly corrects himself. “Not thing. Person. Ugh, maybe you should kill me.”“I’ll keep you around. You’re the only other interesting thing here. Thing. I’m objectifying you.”A bright smile works its way onto Asahi’s face. “Objectify away. So, where did everyone else disappear to?”Like he doesn’t know.“To objectify each other’s clothes off,” he answers, smiling into his beer as Asahi coughs on his own. “Leaving me out here with the animals.” As if to illustrate his point, a guy suddenly trips and falls right in front of them, spilling his drink everywhere and forcing Ikuya to draw his legs up onto the couch real fucking fast. “I rest my case.”Maybe it’s because of the alcohol, or because it’s dark, or maybe, maybe because he’s looking for any reason to allow himself to, he throws his legs across Asahi’s lap. A brief flash of surprise crosses Asahi’s face, but he recovers admirably. “See?” he grins, resting a hand on Ikuya’s knee. “You’d have beer all over your shoes if you’d murdered me.”“What a one-eighty. You were the one constantly spilling on me in middle school.”“Even geniuses have to grow into themselves,” Asahi says, wrapping his other hand around Ikuya’s ankle in a loose hold.Is this going where Ikuya thinks it might be? Doubtful. Two old friends flirting to pass the time until their other friends are done with their horizontal flirting is probably as far as this will go. Still, the feeling of Asahi’s hand on his skin sends a thrill up his spine, one he intends to spend the night enjoying. Confusion can come later.“Have we ever actually hung out at one of these things?” Ikuya wonders. “I mean, other than in a group.”“I don’t think so. Not for lack of trying,” Asahi says. “It’s just that I can never find you after everyone fucks off.”Ikuya’s always assumed he’d find Asahi at the beer pong table. Maybe he only ends up there because he can’t find him? “Fair. I try to hide until it’s time to go. Should I get worse at hide and seek?”Asahi slides his hand barely two inches up Ikuya’s leg, a negligible distance that feels anything but. “Let’s meet in the middle,” Asahi suggests. “You get worse, I’ll get better.”Feeling bold, Ikuya tugs on Asahi’s shirt in a wordless request to move closer. Asahi goes without question, scooting toward him until Ikuya is almost in his lap. His hand moves higher, and his thumb moves in circles on Ikuya’s ankle.This doesn’t feel like two old friends flirting to pass the time anymore.“Deal,” Ikuya agrees, ghosting fingertips up and down Asahi’s arm. “You found me this time, so it’s already working. I’d have done it sooner if I knew I was the most interesting thing in the room.”The confusion is now a dull buzz in the background. Everyone else gets to have their fun at these things. Why not him? Why not them? It wouldn’t be ruining anything if they both want it, right? Not everything has to be that deep.“Objectifying yourself now?”Ikuya raises an eyebrow. “You did it first.”“Uh, yeah,” Asahi says, suddenly sheepish. “I - ”“Which you have full permission to do.”Watching Asahi’s amethyst eyes darken is pure satisfaction, as is his face when Ikuya takes his hand and moves it higher still. Ikuya wonders if this is as unexpected for Asahi as it is for him. Judging by the way his breath catches when Ikuya parts his legs slightly, it is.“Do you - ” He looks like he’s having the same conversation with himself as Ikuya, asking himself the same questions. “Do you want to go find somewhere more quiet?”Heat floods Ikuya’s body. “Yeah. I can’t hear myself think.”Carefully, like he’s giving him time to change his mind, Asahi pulls Ikuya’s legs off his lap and stands up. Ikuya joins him and - far less carefully - takes his hand, leading him away from the crowd and down a darkened hallway in search of somewhere they can hear themselves think. Luck is on their side, and they find an empty bedroom in no time.The noise fades away as Asahi closes the door behind them. The air is charged, but the room is quiet, as if waiting for one of them to cross the line and leave it behind.Asahi makes the leap.“Is this okay?” he asks, coming closer, closer, close enough for Ikuya to feel his breath on his lips. “This won’t make it weird?”“Only if we let it,” he murmurs, convincing himself as much as Asahi. “You want this, right?”Asahi’s next breath is shaky. “So bad.”Ikuya ducks his head and presses his lips to the exposed skin just above the collar of Asahi’s shirt. “Me too.” Asahi buries one of his hands in Ikuya’s hair while the other drops to the small of his back, where it hovers uncertainly. “It’s okay,” Ikuya whispers as he trails his lips over Asahi’s Adam’s apple. Given permission, Asahi’s hand falls farther, cupping Ikuya’s ass and squeezing.A shiver runs through Ikuya as he kisses up Asahi’s neck and makes his way toward his mouth. He’s nosing along his jaw when Asahi pulls gently on his hair and guides him back, a question he answers by sucking Asahi’s lower lip between his own. That breaks something in Asahi, who surges forward and kisses him like he’s starved for it, like he’s been wanting to do this forever - and isn’t that something? Ikuya kisses back with the same fervor, wondering if he’s been wanting this as badly and for as long as Asahi.They clumsily make their way to the bed, almost tripping twice in their unwillingness to stop and employ common sense. Their hands take over once they’re laid out on the blankets, fumbling with shirts and pants and shoes until they’re down to their underwear. This is all happening so fast, and Ikuya can’t be bothered to care, not when he has other things to focus on. Right now, the focus is on his hand creeping under the waistband of Asahi’s underwear.“Shit,” Asahi moans as Ikuya wraps his fingers around his dick. Ikuya watches Asahi’s flushed face in fascination as he hardens under Ikuya’s patient hand, eyelids growing heavy along with his breathing. With his other hand, he tugs Asahi’s underwear down as far as he can. Asahi does the rest, freeing his dick so Ikuya can jerk him off with nothing in the way. “Fuck, that’s good.” Despite his own pleasure, he can't help being the considerate guy he always is and asks, “What do you need?”What doesn’t he need? Now that he has it, he wants it all, and he wants it now. “I want you to finger me,” is his final answer, unplanned and exactly what he needs.“Shit, yeah,” Asahi pants. “I - I can do that.” To Ikuya’s surprise, he backs off. “Lube might be a good idea?” he says in response to Ikuya’s bewildered expression. “Hold on, scavenger hunt.”Ikuya looks on in amusement as Asahi searches, and definitely doesn’t admire his dick. Or his ass. “It’s not really a scavenger hunt without clues.”“Says you. I’m the Sherlock Holmes of finding lube to finger unbelievably cute guys.”Ikuya bites his lip and smiles to himself. Maybe this really won’t be weird. “Guys, plural?” he needles him anyway.“Nah - aha!” Asahi exclaims, his scavenger hunt ending in the top dresser drawer. When he rejoins him, he helps Ikuya shimmy out of his underwear and encourages him to turn over onto his stomach. “Guy, singular,” he murmurs, kissing down Ikuya’s back. “Really, really singular.” Ikuya pushes his ass up as Asahi kisses one cheek and squeezes the other. “Stupid singular.”There’s the sound of a bottle cap flipping open, and then…nothing.“Come on, hurry - ”A finger on his perineum replaces his complaint with a sigh. Asahi starts slow, gently massaging up toward his entrance and back. Gradually, he applies more pressure, rubbing the sensitive skin and making Ikuya whine. Ikuya raises his hips and spreads his legs wider, a silent plea for more. Asahi drags his finger between Ikuya’s ass cheeks until it’s circling his entrance, pressing lightly to stimulate the nerve endings. Normally, Ikuya would be demanding to be fucked by now, but this - it’s at once relaxing and pleasurable, and he decides he doesn’t mind Asahi taking his sweet time. Even so, he can’t help pushing back against Asahi’s finger.“You look so good like this,” Asahi says, leaning down to kiss Ikuya’s shoulders. “Do you want more?”“Yeah,” he sighs. “Please.” Asahi eases his fingertip inside, allowing Ikuya to breathe with a gradual push. A fingertip becomes a slide up to the second knuckle, moving in and out with light thrusts. “More,” Ikuya moans when Asahi starts massaging just inside his entrance. “Deeper.”“Whatever you need.”Soon, a second is pushing its way in, thrusting deeper and rubbing places Ikuya can’t reach on his own. Having someone else do this is wonderful. Usually, it’s just him, his fingers, and his fantasies, all of which fall short of the real thing. Some of those fantasies are of Asahi, which always leave him confused and somewhat embarrassed afterward. He’s far less embarrassed now that it really is Asahi’s fingers, but the confusion still lingers. Right now, though, pleasure takes precedence.Whimpers and cries fall from his mouth as Asahi adds a third. Asahi’s picked up on Ikuya’s desire to be penetrated as deeply as possible and gives him exactly that. It feels so fucking good, and that’s all before he curls his fingers against his prostate. “God, fuck,” he sobs. “Please, please - ”“I know,” Asahi pants, and only then does Ikuya become aware of the wet, telltale noise of skin on skin. Is he…? Fuck, he is. The sound of Asahi jerking off to Ikuya’s cries of pleasure while he fucks him with his fingers makes his blood sing. “I love seeing you like this.”Aside from giving him something to look at, Ikuya’s done next to nothing for Asahi. What can he do? He’d rather get fucked in a more familiar setting - which is ridiculous, he knows. They’re all but fucking - loudly - in a complete stranger’s house and bedroom. But it’s just the kind of mood he’s in. Suddenly, he’s seized with an idea that barely makes it through his delirious haze. He looks over his shoulder at Asahi, who looks completely fucked out, and breathes, “Fuck my thighs.”The way Asahi totally freezes would be funny if Ikuya weren’t so gone. “Seriously?”Ikuya pulls himself off Asahi's fingers, raises himself onto his knees, grabs the headboard, and spreads his legs. “Seriously.”Asahi doesn’t need to be asked twice. He picks up the lube again and slathers it between Ikuya’s legs, slightly cold on his skin. Then he slicks himself up, watching as Ikuya presses his legs together tight. First, Asahi slides his dick between Ikuya’s ass cheeks, teasing them both, which his confused self hopes is for a next time there’s no guarantee of. Then he feels fingertips tracing the curve of his ass before hands are gripping his thighs and pulling on them, opening a gap Asahi slowly pushes into.“Oh my god,” Asahi groans as Ikuya squeezes his thighs together. “That feels amazing.”He wraps an arm around Ikuya’s waist and leans over him, holding him close while he thrusts between his legs. Ikuya tips his head back to rest on Asahi’s shoulder and reaches back to tangle his hand in his hair, moaning as his dick slides against his perineum. His sounds become louder when Asahi takes his dick in his hand and jerks him off with firm, practiced strokes while he nips at his neck, shoulders, ears - any skin he can find. Ikuya is overwhelmed in the best possible way.Why didn’t they do this sooner? Ikuya will never make himself hard to find again.“Fuck, I’m close,” Asahi whispers against his neck. “I - ”Whatever he says next, Ikuya will never know because he’s coming with his back arched, body tensed, and head thrown back against Asahi’s shoulder as he cries out. Asahi doesn’t last much longer, pushed over the edge by Ikuya’s thighs tightening around him. “Ikuya,” he groans as come spatters the inside of Ikuya’s legs. Even then, he makes sure Ikuya’s finished and satisfied in his hand.They ride it out together, and once they’re spent, they fall to the mattress, breathing hard.“Did that just happen?” Asahi asks the ceiling. Then he rolls over and throws an arm over Ikuya’s stomach. “That just happened, right?”Ikuya can’t hold back the laughter that bubbles up and over. “All signs point to yes.”Asahi beams. “Nice. Man, that was awesome. You’re stupid hot.”“So you find me confusingly attractive too?” Ikuya asks in a very roundabout reveal of his own confusion.“Confusing? Nothing confusing about it. You’re crazy hot, you’re an asshole, and you’re basically my favorite person. What’s confusing about that?” Leave it to a simple guy to simplify the hell out of Ikuya’s propensity to make everything deeper than it is. “Oh, but,” Asahi backtracks, “wait - is that weird? Am I making it weird?”This is so not weird. This isn’t even fun and done - it’s fun, not done, and shockingly easy.“Yes,” Ikuya answers seriously, even as his lips twitch in a poorly concealed smile. “But I think the word we were looking for is awkward, not weird. You’re weird. Crazy hot and basically my favorite person, but weird.”“Too weird to objectify each other’s clothes off again?”“Who knows? At least buy me dinner first.” He smacks Asahi’s ass. “How’s that for objectification?”“Ow! Do it again. After I buy you dinner. Next week.”Well, Ikuya does love a free dinner.And being objectified.And maybe, just maybe, he loves post-swim meet parties.Just kidding.