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Kenma sat down at the table opposite Kuroo who was half-way through a beer already.
“Hey, there you are. I was worried you weren’t coming.” Kuroo grinned at Kenma over the top of his glass.
Kenma frowned at him. Honestly he had considered not showing, he was in fact slightly mad at Kuroo for leaving Tsukishima behind in that state. Even if they weren’t dating, out of all the people who were at the drinking party, he was the closest to Tsukishima.
Kenma ordered a beer, and the two made idle chatter as he waited. Once the beer landed on the table Kenma grabbed it and took a deep swing from it, licking the foam off his upper lip.
“Thanks for the other day…” Kuroo said light heartedly, shifting his heavily lidded eyes from his beer to Kenma, meeting his younger friend's gaze.
Kenma felt his stomach churn slightly, and a sense of annoyance swelled inside his chest.
“Look, I really don’t want to be caught up in this mess of yours…” Kenma didn’t try to hide his annoyance as his words spilled from him with a sharp edge to them.
“Aw, come on. Kei was really grateful though…” Kuroo let an evil smirk grace his face.
“Well next time make sure that gratitude is directed towards yourself.” He spat and put his beer down a bit harder than he intended to and spilled some, which ended up splattering onto his shirt and pants.
“Shit!” Kenma grabbed a napkin and started wiping himself off.
“You OK?” Kuroo leaned forward to look at Kenma’s soiled clothes.
“Yeah…” Kenma grumbled, he felt a little embarrassed and some of the annoyance deflated a little.
“Hey, come back to mine I’ll lend you a clean sweater or something.” Kuroo said, and suddenly he looked like the person Kenma had admired when they were kids.
“Sure, thanks.” Kenma took a last deep drink from his beer, then got to his feet. Kuroo did the same and they left the bar, chatting like old times.
Kenma was in a pretty good mood by the time they arrived at Kuroo’s apartment. The elder led the way, unlocked the door and stepped aside to let Kenma enter first.
Kenma stepped inside, and he felt Kuroo oddly rushing to come in after him. But no sooner had he looked back at Kuroo, as if to ask him what he was doing, did his head violently snap forward again as he looked further into the room.
He almost couldn’t believe it, how could Kuroo do this?! Kenma felt the rage well up inside him as he looked at Tsukishima Kei, yet again, in a compromised position.
The tall blond was on his back in Kuroo's bed, his hands tied with handcuffs above his head. Headphones on. His eyes covered by the same eye mask as last time, and his body was covered in red marks. His skin gleaming with sweat in the low light.
His breathing was ragged and shallow, his body twitching every now and then.
Kenma’s eyes fell on a stick laying next to the man on the bed. It had to be a whip. Kenma felt himself shudder as he realized what Kuroo had been up to.
Kenma turned abruptly towards Kuroo, and was met with a wicked grin that sent a cold shiver down his spine.
Kuroo suddenly rushed at him, forcing Kenma further into the apartment and towards the man on the bed.
“What are you doing?!” Kenma asked in a hushed, panicked voice.
“You don’t have to whisper, he can’t hear anything.” Kuroo leered at his childhood friend.
"Why are you doing this again?!" Kenma spat.
"Cuz it's interesting…" Kuroo replied casually as if talking about the weather or something to that degree.
"You're crazier than I thought!" Kenma tried to push his way back towards the door, but Kuroo was still stronger than he had ever been.
The elder grabbed Kenma by the arm and moved him to the bed, stopping just short of the edge. Now they were looking down at Tsukishima, who squirmed where he lay, swallowing a tiny moan.
"Oh, dear." Kuroo's eyes darkened. "He wasn't supposed to make any sounds…" he said teasingly and reached out towards the lean blonde.
Then he stopped just inches from his skin.
"Actually, I said I wouldn't touch him… but look at the poor thing…" Kuroo had plastered a face of fake sympathy on. He then reached out and took Kenma’s hand and again guided him towards Tsukishima’s exposed, sweat drenched skin.
As his hand seemed to move in slow motion Kenma swallowed hard, his heart pounding even harder in his chest. Perhaps it was the influence of the beer form before, because he could feel his resistance leaving him. No, it was something more. It had to be. Something about Tsukishima. Perhaps it was as Kuroo said, the gap or whatever he called it.
A mere inch from Tsukishima’s body, the man squirmed visibly and Kenma pulled his hand back. "Wait!! He'll know it's someone else!" Kenma tried to protest, but Kuroo just gripped his hand.
"Don’t worry, he's expecting it…" Kuroo wasn’t able to hide his excitement anymore as he led Kenma’s trembling hand down onto Tsukishima’s upper abdomen.
The moment Kenma’s fingertips came in contact with the blonde's skin, he flinched, probably surprised since he didn’t know that anyone was there. Simultaneously, Kenma’s heart skipped a beat and where they were connected, Kenma felt a scorching heat.
Tsukishima took a few deep, ragged breaths, as if to calm himself down.
As Kenma was forced to keep his hand on Tsukishima, the younger man seemed to figure out that it wasn’t Kuroo touching him. And after a moment he shuddered visibly.
Kenma swallowed hard, his eyes locked on Tsukishima’s face. Then he moved his hand, twisting his palm across the glistening skin without lifting his hand at all, making the blonde squirm again.
Kenma was so entranced that he hadn’t noticed that Kuroo had let go of his hand, though he hovered just behind him for now, just in case.
Kenma lifted his palm, letting his fingers trace along the lean muscles in Tsukishima’s upper body. Letting himself be led up to the man’s chest, and his eyes were drawn to the erect buds just inches from his fingertips.
Biting his lips Kenma let his fingers move with intention, pressing into the skin as he made his way to the nipple.
When his finger forcefully moved over the erect nub, Tsukishima groaned loudly, moving away from the touch.
But Kenma wouldn’t let him, following after Tsukishima and grabbing his nipple with a firm pinch.
Tsukishima couldn’t contain his voice and let out a loud yelp as his body jolted, again trying to get away from the unfamiliar touch.
Kuroo had moved to the other side of the bed and sat down next to the tall blonde's head.
Tsukishima, feeling the weight on the bed shift turned his head towards Kuroo, realizing it must be the elder, he jolted and clenched his lips shut, perhaps remembering that he wasn’t supposed to make any noise, and was waiting for some sort of punishment.
But Kuroo did nothing, which seemed to confuse the younger man, who apprehensively leaned towards the elder, waiting for him to do something.
“What a naughty boy…” Kuroo whispered under his breath. “But you’re being very cute now so…” and he reached out and stroked the side of Tsukishima’s face. The younger leaned into his touch, trembling while letting out an uncharacteristic meek whimper.
Kuroo chuckled throatily, sliding his hand down the length of Tsukishima’s neck, moving his hand towards where Kenma was still pinching the younger man’s nipple.
As Kuroo’s finger tips hit Kenma’s, he flashed the elder a disgruntled look.
Kuroo smirked at him. “There are more places to explore on this long body.” He then pushed Kenma’s fingers away.
Kenma’s eyes hesitated for a moment, looking up and down the length of Tsukishima’s bare skin, trying to determine where to place his hands.
The flexing of the youngest's stomach muscles lured him in and he put both hands to him, letting his fingers touch first then letting them spread as he pushed his hand down flat.
With Kuroo stimulating his nipples and when Kenma gently caressed his stomach, his body convulsed from the stimulation.
Kenma quickly let his eyes wander up to Tsukishima’s face, seeing him cruelly biting down on his lip trying to keep his voice from escaping.
Kuroo noticed Kenma’s gaze, and upon seeing the lean man almost biting through his lower lip, Kuroo brought his other hand to his mouth and brushed his fingers over the younger’s clenched lips.
The sensation must have been familiar to Tsukishima who unclenched his jaw and opened his mouth to let the man’s fingers in. Kuroo knowingly moved his fingers around on the inside of the hot cavern, as if this was common for them.
As he watched, Kenma’s hands unconsciously slid from Tsukishima’s abdomen and down towards the blonde’s groin.
With fingers a mere inch from the base of his penis, Tsukishima squirmed violently, bucking his hips into the touch, and the tip of his cock touched the underside of Kenma’s forearm.
A thin string of pre-cum snapped just as Kenma’s eyes looked down. As his eyes caught sight of the erect and quivering member Kenma couldn’t help but swallow hard, feeling an odd twitch in his hand, and he impulsively reached for the cock in front of him.
The second Kenma’s hand closed around the shaft, Tsukishima shuddered, and he could not stop his voice from escaping, gargling around the fingers in his mouth.
Kuroo pulled his fingers from the younger man’s mouth, and saliva spilled along his cheek and the elders' fingers were dripping wet. He brought his wet fingers to the younger blond’s nipples again, grabbing them forcefully. The stimulation seemed too much and a series of moans escaped him, his body jolting and squirming in the hands of the two men.
Kenma let Tsukishima’s penis slip from his hands once before going back and sliding his fingers over the glans, making the man yelp, and then firmly grabbing the shaft, bringing his hand to the base before going back up.
The motion had the blond bucking his hips into the touch, his voice giving away that the pleasure was rising and rising, and that the climax was close. But as Tsukishima seemed just about to cum, Kuroo let go of his nipples and brought his hands up, grabbed the eye mask and removed it.
Tsukishima blinked rapidly and then his eyes widened as he locked eyes with Kenma who instantly froze, leaning back.
Tsukishima hurriedly moved away from Kenma. A shocked look on his face, and he crashed into Kuroo who was still sitting behind him.
“Wha- What the hell?!” He managed to say, his voice raspy and shaky.
He whipped around to glare at Kuroo, who just flashed him a cunning grin.
He shoved his hands against Kuroo “Remove them.” His tone was deadly, and Kuroo didn’t waste any time in removing the cuffs.
Tsukishima took a sharp breath in as he hurriedly got up, grabbing his stuff and putting his clothes back on as fast as he could, trying not to fall over due to his shaky legs.
“Calm down, Kei.” Kuroo said huskily, and Tsukishima stopped what he was doing, turned to look at the man, a death glare on his face and his jaw clenched tightly.
“Fuck. You.” Was all he spat, putting the last garment on and marching out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
“What exactly did you tell him?” Kenma asked in a hushed voice.
“Hmm?” Kuroo looked bored as he glanced over at his childhood friend. “I just told him that someone I know was interested in playing with him, and that I trusted that person so there wasn’t anything to worry about… though he might have agreed simply to appease me...”.
“So you never said who it was? That it was me? Also when was I ever interested?” Kenma was slightly panicked, thinking about what the hell he had just done, to someone who didn’t know what was going on.
“Kozume Kenma, how long have we known each other?” Kuroo sounded exasperated as he pointed it out.
“Look, I wouldn’t be without our friendship, but this…” Kenma began, but Kuroo interrupted him.
“You probably didn’t notice because the situation was unfamiliar to you, but you had that twinkle in your eye ever since that first time you walked in on Tsukki tied up on my bed.” Kuroo got up and stretched, reaching his full height. He could almost touch the ceiling.
“The hell are you talking about… twinkle? Sounds stupid.” Kenma felt annoyed and got to his feet.
“You’ve got some serious apologizing to do. Pray that he can forgive you. Maybe you should pray in general…” Kenma didn’t look at Kuroo as he left, and when he came outside he was met with one of Kuroo’s neighbors peeking out through a crack in their front door. Kenma gave them a quick glance and the lady gasped, shutting the door as fast as she could.
Once Kenma was outside he sighed deeply, his breath a white mist in front of his face. He stuck his hands in his pockets and set off in the direction of home.
He made it a bit further than a block away when he stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Tsukishima standing at the crosswalk, staring at the ground, not moving even though the light was green.
Kenma checked the time, seeing as it was fairly late no more trains were running until morning. Sighing again, he braced himself and walked up to the tall blonde.
“Hey, the trains won’t be running for another three hours.” He said, trying to sound unbothered.
Tsukishima jolted in surprise, looking up at Kenma and taking a very obvious step away from him and averting his gaze. He had yet to put his glasses back on, and Kenma couldn’t help but gaze at the younger man’s bare face.
“I- I know!” Tsukishima said, flustered.
“Look. No matter what I say I probably can’t get you to forgive me, but if you want you can spend the night at my place. It’s not far from here, and I’ll sleep on the couch, or whatever. I swear, I’m not gonna do anything funny. And I feel I owe you… please, Tsukishima-kun.”
Tsukishima looked at him, clearly considering the older man’s words. After a long pause he took a deep breath, looking up
“Okay, but just until the trains start running again.” He said carefully, sounding like himself.
“Absolutely.” Kenma said, trying to sound convincing, putting both hands up trying to show that he was harmless.
“It’s this way.” He said and led the way along the sidewalk.
Tsukishima trailed behind him, keeping his distance. They didn’t speak the whole time they were walking.
When they arrived at Kenma’s apartment he told Tsukishima that he was free to wash-up if he wanted. To which the tall man gave an odd nod and followed Kenma inside and to the bathroom.
After a few minutes he came back out. He must have simply taken a quick shower, his hair was wet, and even Kenma’s oversized sweater was too little for the long man. It was also lucky that he had those merch samples lying around, otherwise he wouldn’t have had anything to offer the man as pants. Kenma also happened to have an unopened pair of underwear that he gave the man.
“Thank you, Kozume-senpai.” He grumbled, not making eye contact with the older man.
“Still so formal…” Kenma mumbled, he returned his focus to his game console after giving the blond a once over.
Tsukishima stopped in the middle of the room, taking in his surroundings. From the bookshelves lined with a mix of books, manga and videogames. The multiple computer screens on a large desk. But his eyes fell on one of the posters on the wall.
“Oh, that's…” He said out loud, but stopped himself.
Kenma looked up to see what he was looking at and saw that it was the poster of the band X.
“Ah, you like them?” Kenma asked, trying to make smalltalk.
“Yeah, I’m surprised you know them, Kozume-senpai. Not many people have heard of them.” Tsukishima said, not taking his eyes off the poster.
The two of them hadn’t really spoken beyond exchanging pleasantries or essential info. Though that rarely happened since Kenma and Hinata were friends, or it would be passed between the captains. Basically there wasn’t any reason for the two of them to speak.
“Hm, I got interested after they performed the main track for one of my favorite game series.” Kenma said, sitting up a little straighter. It was interesting how he was now having a conversation with the usually salty man.
“Um… have a seat.” Kenma offered, gesturing to the other side of the couch. “Or perhaps you would rather sleep?”
“Uh…” Tsukishima pondered the offer for a moment. “Um, I’d like to sleep for a bit, actually.” He hesitated a little as he said it, suddenly eyeing Kenma apprehensively.
“Don’t worry. I swear I won’t do anything.” Kenma said as he waved his hand in the air, trying to brush away the others' worries.
Kenma got to his feet, and guided the taller man to his bedroom.
“Look, if you really want you can even lock the door.” Kenma gestured to the lock on the door.
“Un.” Tsukishima answered, somehow he looked smaller than his stature as he stood clutching at his left elbow with his right hand.
“K’, night.” Kenma said, feeling awkward as he turned away from the blonde.
“Night.” Tsukishima replied in an almost inaudible voice.
Kenma left the room and walked away. He heard the bedroom door closing and he listened for the click of the lock, but it never came. Kenma sighed calmly, smiling softly to himself; he couldn't deny that the taller man was cute in his own way.
Kenma settled back on the sofa and picked up his game console and continued playing.
The next morning Kenma woke, his back was hurting a little after falling asleep in an awkward position.
He sat up and stretched, that's when he noticed the note on the table. He reached out and picked it up.
“Kozume-senpai, thank you for letting me stay the night. I borrowed your clothes to go home, please contact me so that I can return it after I’ve washed it. Tsukishima Kei.” At the bottom of the note he saw what had to be the younger’s phone number.
He put the note down, wondering to himself exactly when the man had left. He took his phone out and saw that it was a little past eight. He didn’t have any plans for the day so he slumped back onto the couch and fell asleep again.