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works/1913568.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      弱虫ペダル_|_Yowamushi_Pedal
  Relationship:
      Aoyagi_Hajime/Teshima_Junta
  Character:
      Aoyagi_Hajime, Teshima_Junta
  Additional Tags:
      69_(Sex_Position), Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-07 Words: 1560
****** Same As Always ******
by electrostatics
Summary
     Aoyagi and Teshima try something new.
Notes
     for @poishima on twitter for her beautiful T2 ... thanks for all your
     hard work!
Teshima had never been bothered by Aoyagi's silence. Other people were--they
were unnerved by someone who gestured and spoke in nods and looks of
acknowledgement. For Teshima, Aoyagi could say more in a single look than
Naruko could in five minutes.
Today, Aoyagi's silence unnerved him. He couldn't read Aoyagi's face. It was
amusing to think, Maybe he's trying to copy Kinjou. But Teshima knew he wasn't.
It was just that Aoyagi wouldn't meet his eyes. Every time he did, during class
or even practice, he would immediately look away, using his long bangs as a
guard against Teshima's questioning eyes. After five games of looking away,
looking back, Teshima gave up and concentrated on the road, trying to piece
together Aoyagi's strange behavior.
They hadn't done much lately--nothing out of the ordinary. They had been
resting, mostly; Aoyagi would come over to Teshima's or vice versa, and talk
about the future. Next year. How they would go to the Inter-High together. They
would win together; the strength of their feelings would ensure it. Aoyagi
would hold his hand, tightly, and when Aoyagi fell asleep Teshima would listen
to his quiet breathing, the caress of Aoyagi's bandaged legs and thighs against
his own. Winning doesn't mean anything without you. Let's do it together. Let's
be a team of two.
It didn't make sense that anything would have changed. Had Aoyagi been thinking
about their relationship?
Aoyagi had kissed him first. Teshima hadn't even been aware of Aoyagi's
feelings, had felt angry at himself for not noticing his own feelings as his
heart nearly burst from Aoyagi gripping his arms so hard, from kissing him so
awkwardly, their teeth bumping together. "I like you," Aoyagi had said. "I
would never leave you behind." That was what he was trying to say with that
kiss.
Maybe he was just tired. They had been practicing carefully, trying not to
strain anything else . . .
At the end of the practice course, Teshima hopped off his bike and led it to
the racks to mount. Aoyagi was already there, his bike flipped over. Teshima
could tell from a look that the chain needed lubing.
"I can take care of it," Teshima said.
Aoyagi jumped and looked over, his eyes wide. He looked away immediately.
"It's--fine," he said, slowly. "Really."
Teshima walked over and wrapped an arm around Aoyagi's shoulders. Aoyagi tensed
beneath him. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Aoyagi mumbled. "I." He looked over at Teshima. "Hi."
"Hi," Teshima said, his breath caught in his throat. Aoyagi's cheeks were
flush, his eyes a little glazed over. Oh. That was . . . That was an entirely
different look all together.
"I want to come over." Aoyagi's voice was husky.
"Yeah," Teshima said, licking his lips. "Okay."
---
Aoyagi and Teshima walked home in silence. When they reached Teshima's front
door, Teshima yelled out, "I'm home! Going to work on homework with Aoyagi!" to
his parents before running up the stairs, clutching Aoyagi's hand.
He didn't hesitate before dropping his bag on the ground, turning around, and
pressing Teshima against the wall. "Aoyagi," Teshima breathed, leaning in to
kiss Aoyagi. Aoyagi kissed him back, his cheeks flushed.
"Junta," Aoyagi murmured. "I . . . want to try something."
Teshima let out a breath. "Okay. What do you want to try."
Aoyagi looked at him, his eyes hooded, and he looked away, then back. "I want
to try--um, ah . . ." He hesitated, and Teshima recognized the silence as
looking for the right words. He waited patiently, and was rewarded by Aoyagi's
deep blush. "Using my mouth."
"Oh," Teshima said. "Oh."
Aoyagi nodded, almost imperceptibly.
They had only touched each other before--nothing more than that. It had always
ended too early, or with shy, awkward touches, and they had both agreed to take
it slow, even if there were things they wanted to do. The injuries had made it
harder to try new things, but . . .
"Okay," Teshima said. "But I want to, too."
Aoyagi nodded again.
Teshima pulled them both to the bed, trying not to come off as too eager, too
excited, but it was obvious he was. Teshima was only grateful that Aoyagi was
as excited as he was, judging by his erection pressing against the front of his
jeans.
"Junta," Aoyagi said. He put his hands on Teshima's shoulders and pushed him
down against the bed, settling between Teshima's thighs, and Teshima's face
felt hot. Aoyagi was being so aggressive, but--it was also so, so cute.
Aoyagi curled up between Teshima's thighs and nuzzled at his crotch, his face
flushed, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. They'd jerked each other off
but--Aoyagi's mouth had never been so close to his dick before.
Teshima licked his lips. "Aoyagi," he said, "come on . . . I want to do it,
too."
Aoyagi looked up at him, his eyes glazed over. Teshima could feel how hot
Aoyagi's breath was through the fabric of his pants. "Okay," Aoyagi said. He
leaned back onto his knees and undid his pants, pulling them off. Aoyagi did
the same. He couldn't wait, he wanted . . . He wanted . . .
"Just--ah . . ." Teshima cleared his throat. "Put your legs . . . over me . . .
so I can . . ."
"Okay," Aoyagi said, awkwardly moving around on the bed.
Aoyagi's dick was right in front of him. Teshima had never seen it up so close,
and the smell of it . . . Teshima's dick twitched. He reached up with his hands
and wrapped his hands around it, felt his throat go dry as Aoyagi groaned deep
in his throat.
Teshima licked the head, slid his tongue over it, like he was eating a
popsicle. Aoyagi thrusted abortively downwards and his thighs shook.
"Junta," Aoyagi whimpered. The sound of his own name made Teshima want to come
right then and there. How could Aoyagi be so damn cute.
Teshima didn't think it could get worse, but then Aoyagi wrapped his lips
around the head of his cock andmoanedaround it, the vibrations echoing
throughout his body. He was so cute. Aoyagi was moaning around his cock like
he'd been longing for it, like he needed it, and Teshima started licking and
sucking at Aoyagi's cock with more enthusiasm, touching what his mouth couldn't
occupy.
"Aoyagi," Teshima said. "You're so good at this . . ." At making me feel good.
It was hard to concentrate on both licking Aoyagi at the same time that Aoyagi
was licking him: Aoyagi's tongue and mouth were so hot, and Aoyagi's dick--
well, it was like--Teshima thought, he could get addicted to this, the heady
smell of Aoyagi so close to him, listening to Aoyagi moan around his dick, the
feel of Aoyagi's cock in his mouth.
Honestly. He was glad that he could share so many firsts with Aoyagi. His first
kiss, his first victory, his first feeling of accomplishment, of being better
than average, and finally, this feeling, overwhelming, tightening his chest
every time he saw Aoyagi, loosening just a bit when Aoyagi would kiss him,
sweet and sure against the club room wall.
Aoyagi did something with his throat--suddenly it was tight and hot around his
cock and Teshima slammed his head against the bed, gasping, rocking his hips up
into Aoyagi's mouth. Where did Aoyagi learn to do that? Had he been--
researching? That was the only way, that was it, Aoyagi had been researching so
that he could feel good.
"Aoyagi," Teshima moaned. He wondered if it hurt Aoyagi to have him thrusting
up like that, and Teshima managed to glance down and. Oh. Aoyagi's eyes were
closed, his cheeks flushed, concentrated on sucking his dick, a look of pure
bliss on his face. Teshima's heart felt tight, his balls tightening, he was so
godamn close and he hadn't even done anything for Aoyagi. "Aoyagi, I--you--
researched--"
Aoyagi did that thing with his throat again, tightening it up even further, and
Teshima tried not to thrust up into his mouth, but then Aoyagi grabbed his
thighs and forced him to thrust into his mouth. Aoyagi was making him fuck his
mouth.
"I--! Aoyagi! I'm going to, I'm going to--"
Teshima's body tensed and he felt himself come right down Aoyagi's throat, his
hips trembling, and suddenly above him, Aoyagi tensed, too, and suddenly, with
awareness, Teshima leaned up and wrapped his mouth around Aoyagi's cock as
Aoyagi came just from sucking his dick.
The taste was bitter and salty, but distinctly Aoyagi, and Teshima swallowed
his come hungrily down his throat. Some of it dripped out of the corner of his
mouth.
Aoyagi slowly turned around, until he was facing Teshima. "Kiss?"
"Yeah," Teshima said, and pulled him toward him, kissing him gently. "Kiss." He
could taste himself inside of Aoyagi's mouth and his heart sang with smugness.
Aoyagi loved him, was his, and vice versa. There was nothing more perfect than
this.
Aoyagi settled into the crook of Teshima's arm. "I . . . researched," he said.
"Wanted to make you feel good."
Teshima wasn't sure his face could get any hotter. He nuzzled into Aoyagi's
hair. "Thanks," he said. "But next time . . . let's research together." He
tilted his head a little, just so he could see the bridge of Aoyagi's nose, and
smiled when he saw the flush spread across his cheeks.
"Okay," Aoyagi said. "Next time, together. Like always."
Teshima settled back into the pillow. "Yeah," he said. "Like always."
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