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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      弱虫ペダル_|_Yowamushi_Pedal
  Relationship:
      Makishima_Yuusuke/Toudou_Jinpachi
  Character:
      Makishima_Yuusuke, Toudou_Jinpachi
  Additional Tags:
      Inline_with_canon, Wall_Sex, In_Public, Hand_Jobs, Blow_Jobs, No_Plot/
      Plotless, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-27 Words: 3498
****** Rules ******
by tastewithouttalent
Summary
     "Toudou has found him afterwards during both of their last races;
     Makishima’s half-expecting it, half-hoping, but it’s not enough of a
     habit for him to count on the other boy’s appearance." Makishima
     accidentally breaks Toudou's rules and Toudou has to clarify.
It’s after their third race that Toudou implements The Rule.
It’s not that Makishima is opposed to the idea as it stands. It’s that he
doesn’t know that Toudou has set up this scheme in his head. As far as he
knows, they’re racing for the thrill of winning, for the greater charm of
competition, for the sheer joy of cycling together. Toudou is gorgeous on his
bike, glowing with life and energy and delight, and there’s always a period of
at least of a few minutes when Makishima's world narrows to the road and the
motion of his pedals and Toudou just in his periphery, shining hair and
sparkling smile and present as more than constant text messages or a slightly
staticy voice over his cell phone.
It’s Makishima's favorite part of the race, the favorite part of
his life though he will never ever tell Toudou that. So he smiles when Toudou
beats him in spite of his best efforts, appreciates the moment as long as he
can, and lets the adrenaline fade away as it always does without lessening the
experience by trying to hold to it.
Toudou has found him afterwards during both of their last races; Makishima's
half-expecting it, half-hoping, but it’s not enough of a habit for him to count
on the other boy’s appearance. So he doesn’t wait around for a visit he’s not
sure will come at all, just packs up his things and catches his breath in
preparation for the slow ride home.
Toudou’s not shown up by the time Makishima's ready to go, and he’s not going
to wait, even if there is a prickle of disappointment at the back of his head.
He tries to crush it down, tells himself that he really shouldn’t have expected
anything, that this is why expectations are dangerous, and starts to make his
way out through the lingering crowd and into the maze of side streets before he
hits the straightaway to get home.
He’s just turning a corner when there’s a call, “Maki-chan!” from behind him,
and even if he didn’t recognize the nickname he knows the shrill irritation
under the sound. He turns off into a side alley, off even the unoccupied street
he’s currently on, because he suspects this isn’t going to be a short
conversation from the tone of Toudou’s voice.
The other boy is breathless and frowning when he brakes sharply to a stop
alongside Maki. “Why did you run away? I was looking for you!”
Makishima shrugs, tips his head so his hair swings forward to half-hide his
face and cover the pleased surprise he’s sure is visible on his expression in
spite of his best attempts to hold it back. “I was ready to head home.”
Toudou huffs, swings off his bike and wheels it down the alley so he can lean
it against the wall. “If you didn’t want to see me you could have said
something, Maki-chan.” His petulant irritation is undermined by the assumption
that is leading him to unclip his helmet so he can shake his hair back from his
face, but his back is still to the other boy so Makishima can let himself smile
at Toudou’s shoulders, oddly charmed by the other’s melodrama.
Toudou keeps talking while Makishima follows his example, unclips his helmet
and balances his bike against the wall. Makishima can hear the hurt under
Toudou’s voice, even if the other boy didn’t have his arms crossed and one hip
jutting out in a perfect picture of haughty frustration. “You can’t
just leave without saying goodbye after a race, Maki-chan. That’s against
the rules.”
“Are there rules?” Makishima asks Toudou’s back.
The other boy spins on his heel, his pretty face pulled into lines of
irritation. “Of course there are rules.” He stomps forward; Makishima stays
where he is as Toudou approaches, even when the other boy leans into his
personal space, so close a loose lock of his hair brushes against Makishima's
own. “You idiot, I barely get to see you as it is and then you just take off?”
Toudou tosses his head, gusts a pointed sigh. “At least I was able to catch you
before you were entirely gone.”
His expression is still sharp with anger, which is part of why Makishima
doesn’t see it coming. The fingers closing on the thin fabric of his jacket
start to tip him off, but he doesn’t have time to more than start to say “What
--” before the other boy drags him in by the fistful of cloth and kisses him.
It’s relatively chaste, as far as Toudou’s kisses go, but that’s not saying a
whole lot. His lips are still shifting warm and gentle against Makishima's
mouth, like the other boy is actually kissing back instead of going stiff and
awkward with uncertainty, his fingers are still curling against the back of
Makishima's neck and sliding down under the collar of his jacket until
Makishima whimpers in reaction in spite of his best efforts to fight it back.
Toudou purrs, smiles against the other boy’s mouth, and when Makishima
tentatively tries pushing back into the kiss Toudou sucks in a delighted breath
and drags him in closer.
There’s just kissing for a minute -- Toudou’s fingers are drifting lower by an
inch down Makishima's spine, and his hold on the other boy’s jacket is going
more steadying than angry, but mostly it’s the warmth of Toudou’s mouth
demanding Makishima's attention, the slide of the other boy’s tongue past his
lips until Makishima doesn’t realize he has forgotten to shut his eyes until
the other pulls away.
“See,” Toudou says, more breathless now than angry. He tugs Makishima sideways,
steps in so close Makishima has no choice but to back up a step. “You shouldn’t
have run away, you almost missed out on this.”
“Toudou --” Makishima starts, but his voice sounds so rough he startles himself
into silence, and Toudou’s face falls back into irritation.
“You should stop that,” he says, punctuating by a shake and a push so Makishima
falls back into the wall behind him. “Really, who calls his boyfriend by his
last name?”
“We’re not --” Makishima starts, but Toudou is still talking, increasing his
volume so he’s drowning Makishima out and stepping in, sliding his fingers back
up over the other boy’s shoulders and into the loose strands of his hair as a
secondary distraction beyond just his words.
“We would be, if you didn’t live so far away.” Toudou leans in closer, presses
a kiss in against Makishima's neck. “It’s mean of you to deny me this.”
“I’m not,” Makishima points out, and Toudou bites him, a sharp press of teeth
into his skin so he jumps and gasps and goes quiet again.
“You try to,” Toudou pouts. His shoulders are pressing Makishima up against the
wall, and he’s not that big but neither is Maki, and the other boy has no real
interest in attempting to break free anyway, not with the tingle of sensation
from Toudou’s teeth and the heat of the other’s body up against him. “You try
to run off, Maki-chan, don’t do that, it’s not fair.”
“Sorry,” Makishima offers. He doesn’t sound particularly contrite, but that’s
mostly because Toudou is licking along his collar and he can’t sound very much
of anything but a little shocked and a lot breathless.
“You’re not,” Toudou sighs. “It’s unjust, that you have what so many others
want and you don’t even appreciate it. You take me for granted, Maki-chan.” His
hand is working its way up against Makishima's scalp, his fingernails dragging
over understimulated skin and sending frissons of heat down Makishima's spine,
tipping his head back in reflexive reaction so his breathing pulls tight and
gasping in his throat.
“Mmm,” Toudou hums, drags his lips sideways to kiss against Makishima's throat
instead of the side of his neck. “It’s lucky for you I’ve so crazy about you.”
Makishima never knows if Toudou is being serious when he says things like that.
Usually it’s over the phone and easy to write off as teasing, but it’s somewhat
harder to assume insincerity when Toudou is licking his skin and grinding clear
evidence of his interest into Makishima's hip. Makishima's still considering
the question when Toudou lets his jacket go, presses his palm against
Makishima's chest and starts to slide his hand down.
“What are you doing?” Makishima asks, bringing his head down so he can try to
see Toudou’s face. The other boy pulls back, licking his lower lip and still
looking inordinately attractive even though his hair is starting to get
disheveled.
“I’m going to get you off,” Toudou says, so calmly that Makishima doesn’t
properly process the words at first. “I won, after all.”
“What does that have to do with it?” Makishima asks. He’s aware that he should
be protesting, pushing Toudou away or at least voicing some coherent argument,
but his hands have drifted up to Toudou’s shoulders and his feet won’t move,
and the other boy’s fingers are still sliding down.
Toudou’s laugh makes his eyes sparkle, shows his teeth in a flash of white so
Makishima's staring at his mouth when he speaks. “So I get to get you off.
That’s the rule, Maki-chan.”
Makishima forces a smirk of his own even though he feels a little more like
groaning and bucking up against the drag of fingers as Toudou’s fingertips come
down past the edge of his racing shorts. “I didn’t hear about that.”
“Yeah.” Toudou leans in, brushes his lips against Makishima's mouth so the
other boy starts to lean in instinctively for more before he pulls back.
“You’re my reward.”
Makishima wants to protest -- the public space, the premise, the fact that
Toudou is dodging away from a proper kiss -- but the other boy’s fingers press
against him and blood rushes to meet the contact, and all he actually manages
is a groan and a desperate grab at Toudou’s shoulder.
It has at least one of the desired effects, at least. Toudou comes back in,
pushes Makishima back up against the wall and pulls at his hair with the hand
still against his scalp before he’s kissing him again, hard this time so
Makishima can feel his teeth.
“I missed you,” Toudou offers, digging his hips in against Makishima's leg and
wrapping his fingers around the other boy’s cock properly. “You don’t call me
enough and you don’t text me enough, I miss you all the time and then
you leave after a race, this is my time with you, you should know that.” He’s
punctuating with strokes of his hand, picking up speed until he falls into a
rhythm.
Makishima braces his shoulders against the wall and his hand on Toudou’s
shoulder; he can feel his legs starting to shake and the other boy has
barely started, but exhaustion and confusion and arousal are turning his bones
to liquid and his breathing to gasps. The only consolation is that Toudou
doesn’t seem at all inclined to stop; he’s purring in wordless satisfaction
against Makishima's mouth, like the other boy’s lack of composure is feeding
his own desire, and then he drags his thumb over the head of Makishima's cock
and the other boy chokes and actually slides an inch down the wall before he
can catch himself.
“Toudou,” he manages. “If you keep going I’m going to come all over my
clothes.”
“If I keep going?” Toudou sounds personally affronted, but he jerks his hand
faster with irritated force and Makishima's vision goes blurry for a moment
while he bites his lip to keep from moaning again. “I’m not going to stop,
Maki-chan, you should know that by now.” He lets Makishima's hair go in favor
of grabbing at the other boy’s hip to hold him up, which is for the best as
Makishima has lost control over his legs entirely. “I spent the entire race
watching you in these fantastic shorts, thinking about how you were going to
look when I jerked you off.” He leans in again for another bruising kiss;
Makishima doesn’t go awkward, this time, he’s too flushed and too shaky to
overthink it beyond parting his lips and licking against Toudou’s tongue.
Apparently that’s the right thing to do, because when Toudou pulls back again
his voice is audibly shaking. “You’re so gorgeous, I wish I could do this every
day.”
“Don’t tease me,” Makishima protests, though the retort lacks any fire at all.
“I’m not,” Toudou says, kisses Makishima again like he can’t help himself. “I’m
never teasing you, you just always think I am.” He laughs. “I keep telling you,
Maki-chan, I’m a mess for you.”
Makishima would have some response if he could remember how to talk. But his
throat is working itself into whimpering encouragement without his intention,
and his body is starting to shake more with anticipation of pleasure than
exhaustion, and Toudou still hasn’t answered his original concern.
“Tell me how good it feels,” Toudou purrs against his mouth. “Tell me, Maki-
chan, I want to hear your voice.”
“Fuck,” Makishima blurts, and shuts his eyes and gives up. “It feels good, your
hand feels so good, Toudou. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
There’s the sound of Toudou huffing an exhale. “I told you you should really
stop calling me that.” The hand at Makishima's hip pushes harder, the pressure
of Toudou’s shoulders moves, and when Makishima opens his eyes to see what on
earth the other boy is doing Toudou is just coming down on his knees in front
of him.
“Oh god,” Makishima says.
Toudou looks up at him and offers a grin dripping with promise. “Don’t fall,”
he suggests, and then he comes in and replaces his fingers with his mouth.
If Toudou weren’t looking up at him, Makishima would drop his head back against
the wall, arch into the warm slide of the other boy’s mouth and let the
sensation wash over him. But he is, and Makishima can’t make himself look away
from the shining delight in Toudou’s eyes, so he curls in instead of back,
locks his knees out to keep on his feet, and forgets how to breathe for a
minute while Toudou’s tongue drags up over him. It is only a minute; then the
tight coil of anticipation that’s been building low in his stomach unwinds,
pours warm and liquid into his veins, and Makishima groans and loses track of
everything for a moment but the shudder of pleasure that ripples through him.
Toudou is humming in satisfaction when Makishima takes a shaky breath and
blinks his eyes back into focus. He pulls back so slow Makishima hisses with
aftershocks, makes an enormous show of licking his lips as he gets to his feet
again.
“Mmm, Maki-chan, you taste good,” he says as he comes back in, reaches up to
settle his fingers back into the other boy’s hair while Makishima gets his
clothes back in place.
“I do not,” Makishima protests, but he’s turning his head in to reach for
another kiss without thinking so he undermines his own claim. “No one’s come
tastes good.”
“Yours does,” Toudou grins, and Makishima laughs instead of offering another
futile argument. He won’t win, after all, and his usual stubborn resistance is
weak and shaky with the lingering heat in his veins. Toudou comes back in,
kisses against Makishima's cheek, and Makishima shuts his eyes and sighs in
resignation to the tender affection.
“What about you?” he finally asks, reaching out to curl his fingers around the
edge of Toudou’s shorts even though he’s half-expecting a rebuff.
Toudou’s reaction is the exact opposite of a rejection. The other boy arches in
against Maki, drapes himself over the other boy’s shoulder so he can sigh
against Makishima's ear, “I just wanted to see you come, Maki-chan, but if
you want to get me off…” He caps the suggestion of his trailing sentence with a
lick against Makishima's neck, and Makishima laughs and slides his fingers past
the elastic edge of the shorts.
“It’s only fair,” he points out.
Toudou groans but his arms are coming up around Makishima's neck, he’s leaning
into the other boy’s touch and rocking against Makishima's hand even as he
says, “Yes, very romantic Maki-chan.”
“If you want romantic,” Makishima starts, stung and starting to flush with
embarrassment.
Toudou’s hand catches his wrist to keep his hand in place, Toudou’s fingers
curl into a hold on his hair, and when the other boy says, “I want you” there’s
no space even for Makishima's doubt in the shiver of desire under the words.
Makishima's honestly not sure what he’s doing. He knows what he likes but that
might not be same as what Toudou likes, and the angle is all wrong, and now
that his own want isn’t pushing him he’s very aware that they are in public,
that even though no one has come by yet someone could at any moment. But
Toudou’s fingers are tightening against his hair, and the other boy is panting
faster with every awkward movement of Makishima's hand, and he’s rocking into
the contact so Makishima barely has to do anything at all.
“Maki-chan,” Toudou gasps, and Makishima isn’t sure if that is intended as
warning or encouragement or indication that maybe he should go down on his
knees like Toudou did, but he definitely recognizes the edge under the sound,
the oncoming pleasure that turns even the ridiculous nickname gorgeous with
desire. Toudou’s fingers come down over Makishima's, and the other boy is
starting to rock harder into the pull of fingers over him, so Makishima keeps
going, hopes it’s the right thing to do and starts breathing faster than he
means to in unconscious echo of the other boy. Toudou arches into him, wails
something incoherent into Makishima's shoulder, and Makishima can feel the
shudder of orgasm hit the other’s body a moment before Toudou comes, mostly
into his own hand. Toudou doesn’t move for a moment; most of his weight is
hanging on Makishima's shoulders, but Makishima's mostly leaning against the
wall at his back so he’s not really complaining.
“God,” Toudou finally says. He gets his feet under him and takes most of his
weight back. Makishima lets him go and Toudou straightens; his hair is falling
loose of his headband, he’s flushed pink high across his cheekbones, and his
mouth is damp and red from the pressure of Makishima's own lips. He looks
utterly glorious; for a moment Makishima just stares at him, struck silent by
his need to memorize this exact mental image.
Toudou smiles, and there’s no edge to it at all for the first time Makishima
can remember. He tugs his shorts back up, strips off his jacket so he can wipe
his sticky hand across the inside before bundling the fabric around itself.
“Won’t you be cold?” Makishima asks, retreating to practicality as a defense
against his total loss for words.
Toudou tips his chin at an angle, sparkles up at Maki. “Are you offering me
your jacket, Maki-chan? How chivalrous of you.” He grins and reaches up to pull
his headband down before finger-combing his hair into smoothness again. “I have
another in my bag, don’t worry. One of us was prepared.”
“Mm.” Makishima pushes up off the wall; his legs support him, even if they
shake at first. Toudou is resettling his hair into its usual angle and the heat
of arousal is fading from his cheeks; at least he doesn’t look as awkward as
Makishima feels.
Toudou’s gaze refocuses on Makishima's face before the other boy has a chance
to clear away the self-consciousness currently shivering unpleasantly under his
skin. “Oh, Maki-chan.” He reaches out, touches his fingers to the other boy’s
cheek. “What am I going to have to do before you believe me?” Makishima doesn’t
pull away when Toudou leans in; the kiss is gentle this time, just a brief skim
of the other boy’s mouth against his. “You really are wonderful.”
Makishima can’t answer coherently; his throat is closing up, for one thing, and
for another he doesn’t know what he would say. It doesn’t seem to matter;
Toudou smiles at him as sunnily as if he has delivered an entire speech of
explanation, reaches out to touch Makishima's mouth with the tip of his finger.
“Till our next race, Maki-chan.”
Makishima nods by way of answer, and Toudou moves to collect his helmet and his
bike from the alleyway. He’s just turning out onto the main street when he
pauses, looks back to where Makishima is still standing in the shadows.
“And text me back,” he pouts. “I want to hear from you, Maki-chan.”
That startles a laugh from the other boy. Toudou smiles at him once more -- the
warm smile again, the one without any edge to it -- and then he waves, and
swings up onto his bike, and is gone.
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