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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Dive!!_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Youichi_Fujitani/Tomoki_Sakai
  Character:
      Youichi_Fujitani, Tomoki_Sakai, Yoriko_Fujitani
  Additional Tags:
      Established_Relationship, Hand_Jobs
  Series:
      Part 3 of Within_Water
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-15 Words: 2365
****** Soak ******
by Toast_Senpai
Summary
     Youichi doesn't like to lose.
Notes
     This was inevitable. I tried really hard to not write porn for these
     two but… I just couldn’t stay away –shrugs–
“You brought the game, right?” Youichi asked after Tomoki had shrugged off his
backpack.
Tomoki knelt on the floor and unzipped the pack. “Of course.” He reached in,
then pulled out Street Fighter V. “Ready to get destroyed?”
Youichi clicked his tongue. “As if.”
“Well, you haven’t played it yet, have you?” Tomoki sat in front of the
PlayStation. He turned it on. “Ryou and I have been playing nonstop.”
Youichi joined Tomoki on the floor. He untangled the controllers. “I’ve tried
the other games. It’s not like I’m a complete noob.”
Tomoki laughed. “This one’s a bit harder than the rest.”
There was a knock on the door before it opened. Youichi’s mother came into the
room with a plate of tea and snacks. She smiled brightly at her son and his
guest as she set the plate on his desk.
“Thanks for coming over, Tomo-chan. Youichi has really been looking forward to
this little sleepover.” Her grin turned somewhat sly. “Have fun.”
“Thanks,” Youichi said, but squinted at her in disapproval as she left. He
wished his door had a lock on it. Although the tea was appreciated, he knew
that she might come back later to ‘check in’ on them. He suspected that she
knew more than she should.
Youichi handed a controller to Tomoki. Their date had gone decent enough. Later
Tomoki had asked to hang out again, and Youichi didn’t hesitate to invite him
over for the weekend. They had a few days off from practice to rest after an
intense week of training, and Youichi intended to take full advantage of it.
And perhaps his intentions for this sleepover weren’t exactly as innocent as he
had at first thought they were.
He went through the menu to set up a game. They each picked a character and
started. Youichi tried to concentrate on preforming unknown combos while Tomoki
easily dominated him.
“Told you I’ve been practicing,” Tomoki teased.
Youichi scoffed and nudged Tomoki with his shoulder. “I’m just warming up.”
Another round started. Youichi was desperate to beat Tomoki at least once, but
it was proving difficult. He was sorely out of practice. He hadn’t touched his
PlayStation in months. He’d only told Tomoki to bring the game because he had
overheard him talking about it. His interest in fighting games was low, and he
didn’t have the time to learn properly since he was always busy.
Tomoki’s knee pushed into Youichi’s own as his thumbs flew over the buttons in
rapid succession, efficiently knocking out Youichi’s character. This was…
proving to be difficult. But Youichi wasn’t going to give up.
They kept at it, Youichi becoming increasingly frustrated that Tomoki was far
better than him. He couldn’t land a combo to save his life. He was hardly able
to lay any hits on Tomoki’s character. His lack of skill clearly showed.
Tomoki was clearly holding back laughter. He was biting his lip, staring
without blinking at the screen. Youichi bumped his right side into Tomoki,
trying to deter him just for a second, to somehow create an opening where he
could get in a punch or a kick.
It didn’t work. Tomoki did a special that left his character with zero health,
ending the round.
“Want to take a break?” Tomoki asked. He set down the controller and stood.
Youichi puckered his lips, not saying anything. He generally wasn’t a sore
loser but that’s because he never was one to lose. Tomoki brought the tea over
and set a cup in front of him.
“I can teach you, if you want,” Tomoki said. He sipped at the tea, the perfect
picture of composure while Youichi was silently seething. “Remembering the
combos is the hardest part. Once you learn some of the basic ones then you can
probably beat me.” He picked the controller back up and winked at Youichi.
“Don’t think I’m going to go easy on you though.”
Of course Tomoki was taking this opportunity to actually revel in being better
than Youichi at something, although it was nice of him to offer help. Youichi
solemnly nodded in acceptance.
“Let’s pick Ryu since he’s probably the easiest.” Tomoki selected the
character, then went into a practice mode. He held out the controller for
Youichi, who took it. “Now, with your left thumb try to make a Z pattern and
then press square right after.”
Youichi tried it. It didn’t work so he tried again. Getting this Z pattern down
was no easy feat. But then he managed it somehow, and Ryu did a complete dragon
punch on the practice dummy.
“Nice!” Tomoki said. “Can you do it again?”
Youichi tried over and over, thumb struggling to make the Z. He concentrated so
hard that he could feel himself starting to sweat. This was a million times
more difficult than diving, or piano, or even math. He struggled to do the
pattern just right, always mashing square afterwards in desperate hopes of
making Ryu complete the move.
Tomoki encouraged him, telling him to slow down and picture the movement in his
head. Youichi, fingers starting to hurt already, took a deep breath and
focused. Finally he was able to do the move several times in a row.
“Want to try another one?”
Youichi said yes. He was dedicated now, intent on being able to beat Tomoki,
even if it was just one time. Tomoki taught him different moves, each with a
separate combo that he forced into his memory.
An hour later his thumbs were cramping and he called for a break. His mother
brought them more tea before she said her goodnights. They drank the tea,
Tomoki eating the provided cookies while Youichi crunched on a carrot.
He felt ready. The basics had been somewhat mastered. His brain was full of
moves he knew he’d forget in a day’s time. But right now was what mattered.
Beating Tomoki at his own game took top priority.
“Ready?” Youichi asked.
Tomoki nodded. “Show me what you’ve learned.”
Youichi felt his pulse increase as Tomoki started the match. He tried to calm
his heart, but it didn’t listen to his wants. He frantically performed combos
as Tomoki’s character came after his own. Youichi leaned forward, begged his
thumbs to hit the buttons just so, to twist the stick in a Z, in a half circle,
to double tap X and use the triggers.
When he managed to knock Tomoki down, he went in. It wasn’t as successful and
he wanted, but he still brought down the health bar significantly. And yet
Tomoki made a comeback and beat him. Another round started up, and Youichi
tried once more. He leaned into Tomoki, trying to cause some distraction.
Tomoki only pushed back.
A well placed jab of his elbow had Tomoki swearing. It caught Youichi off guard
and his character was tossed to the far edge of the screen. He’d never heard
Tomoki swear before. It was sort of endearing. As Youichi was being endlessly
combed, he threw a glance at Tomoki.
The boy sat with the tip of his tongue caught between his lips, body rigid as
he stared at the screen with wide eyes. He sat cross-legged like Youichi did,
his thin shorts stopping at mid-thigh. Youichi thought that this was pretty
hopeless, that there was just no way a new player like him was going to defeat
Tomoki. So then, how could he possibly… cheat, in some way?
The nudging and leaning had seemingly no effect. He was sure smack talk would
just get him laughed at or ignored. Youichi thought back to earlier in the
week, when he had first invited Tomoki over. It was true, he admitted to
himself. He wanted to try certain things with Tomoki that went a little beyond
just a kiss or two. It was pushy of him, he knew. Trying those things, would
they make Tomoki panic?
Guess he’d never know unless he went for it.
Youichi waited for Tomoki to start a combo on his character before he slipped a
hand over and pressed his palm against the front of Tomoki’s shorts.
That seemed to do something. Tomoki jumped, his fingers slipping on the
buttons. Youichi still hand a thumb on the stick, and he made Ryu jump out of
the way to avoid Tomoki’s next attack. Youichi pushed down harder, released the
pressure, and then did it again.
Tomoki’s face had gone red. He glanced at Youichi but quickly returned his eyes
to the screen, going after Youichi’s character once more. But Youichi was ready
for it. He dipped his fingers into the band of Tomoki’s shorts and past his
boxers. Just as Tomoki was starting his combo, Youichi grabbed his soft dick
and gave it a light squeeze.
“Ah,” Tomoki gasped. He failed the combo.
Youichi finally felt a spark of triumph. Maybe he could win now, with Tomoki
distracted.
Except he kind of needed both hands to play the game, and while his left was
able to move his character, the other was currently occupied with keeping
Tomoki distracted and couldn’t press any buttons. So he was in sort of a
dilemma on that front.
The dick in his hand started to harden. Tomoki stopped trying to play the game
and sat still, eyes flickering worriedly between Youichi’s own and the screen.
Youichi sighed and tossed his controller to the side. He turned into Tomoki and
kissed his cheek, the skin hot under his lips.
“If you’re not going to go easy on me, then I won’t go easy on you,” Youichi
murmured against an equally warm ear.
Tomoki shivered. “You’re playing dirty,” he choked out.
Youichi smiled. “Yup.” He tightened his grip. “What are you going to do about
it?”
Only quickened breaths left Tomoki’s mouth in response. He dropped the
controller. Youichi thought that this must be a complete surrender.
He didn’t expect Tomoki to reach into his lap and cup his own covered dick. It
sent a spark skittering along his nerves.
“I’ll just have to play dirty too,” Tomoki huffed.
Youichi paused. This was a surprising turn but he wasn’t against it. He covered
Tomoki’s hand, stopping him.
“Then maybe we should do this properly.”
Tomoki gave a confused look. Youichi let him go and stood, then pulled Tomoki
up and nodded at the bed. Tomoki went to climb on, only to be stopped again.
“Shorts and underwear off.”
There was embarrassment from both of them, even though years of changing rooms
should have removed that feeling. This was different. Youichi stepped out of
his own and left them in a heap on the floor before he pulled himself onto the
bed. Tomoki did the same, shyly refusing to meet his gaze. They sat in front of
each other, legs at awkward angles before Youichi picked up Tomoki’s and put
them over his own. They were slotted together, closer than they had ever been
before.
It was definitely exciting. The overhead light left nothing hidden. Youichi
smoothed his hands over Tomoki’s thighs, stopping to press his aching thumbs
into sharp hipbones. He went lower, this time using both hands to wrap around
the soft curve of Tomoki’s dick. The feel of it in his hands was erotic
–touching someone else was far different than touching himself.
Youichi watched Tomoki bite his lip, eyes fluttering closed. His chest rose and
fell quickly as Youichi stroked him.
“Tomo,” Youichi said. “I thought you wanted to play dirty too. Or are you
giving up?”
Tomoki opened his eyes. He slowly reached out and took Youichi into his hands.
“I know I said that, but…” Tomoki drew in a sharp breath as Youichi swiped a
thumb over his head. “I don’t really know what to do.”
“Just touch me like you’d touch yourself.” Youichi didn’t think it was that
difficult a concept. They’d both jerked off before. This wasn’t much different.
Tomoki’s tugs were gentle at first, and Youichi swallowed a moan. He sped up
his own hand, letting one run along the shaft while the other teased the slit,
swirling the precum that leaked out. Youichi collected the clear fluid and
brought some to his lips. Tomoki stared at him, wide eyed as he licked it.
“Youichi, that’s-”
A finger pressed against Tomoki’s lips, stopping his sentence short. Youichi
pushed in past Tomoki’s lips and teeth until his index finger rested across the
boy’s tongue. Youichi smirked as Tomoki’s face went from scandalized to
downright lewd in a matter of seconds, and the hand on him flinched, tugs
faltering.
Youichi pushed his finger down harder as he kept stroking Tomoki. He was
definitely going to win this game. With each jerk, Tomoki’s pants increased.
His saliva ran down Youichi’s hand until he finally closed lips around the
finger and sucked on it. That had Youichi shivering, a flare of arousal
spreading through him.
“Are you close?” he mumbled. Tomoki nodded. “Good.”
Youichi pulled his finger free and cupped it over top of Tomoki’s straining
dick. Those blue eyes shut again, tighter this time and Tomoki whined, a high
sound that Youichi wanted to capture with a kiss. But he stayed still and
waited until Tomoki was pushing his hips up into Youichi’s hand, breath
hitching as his orgasm was pulled from him. Youichi caught it all, brought out
every drop of it that he could get.
Then he put his messy hands over Tomoki’s own. “Harder,” he growled, applying
as much pressure as he could take. He led Tomoki’s hands in a frantic movement
until he felt the buildup climb, then spill over before he even realized it.
Youichi clenched his jaw, keeping silent as he came, some hitting his shirt but
most getting over both their hands.
When he looked up, Tomoki was staring at his face. Youichi offered a light
smile. He wasn’t ready for Tomoki to lean in and kiss him, lips a messy press
against his own.
When Tomoki pulled back, he said, “I guess that means I lost.”
Youichi stared at him, then huffed a laugh. “Then how about a rematch?” he
offered.
There was certain glint in Tomoki’s eyes. “You’re on.”
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