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Ukai Keishin had always been attractive. Well, since high school. Middle school doesn’t count, no one was hot in middle school. Ever since his first year at Karasuno, though, he’s gotten used to the feeling of eyes on him. He knows what they mean.
The first time he ever felt it, actually, was the summer he was fourteen. He was just getting out of his awkward phase, but it was fresh in the memory of all the kids at his school, so no one there was incredibly attracted to him, to say the least. Over the break, however, he was working at Sakanoshita market part time, and a group of three girls, first years from Karasuno, he later found out, came nearly every day to buy popsicles and stand around in the back aisles giggling. They would look at him pointedly as he rang up their items and blush when he said anything other than their total.
He’d been confused at the time. He never understood what was so funny they could laugh about it every single day. He didn’t understand why they could never look him in the eye when he asked if they needed a bag. One of them even tried to ask him out and he hadn’t realised that was what she was doing until hours after they’d all left. Now, more than ten years later, he was better at identifying it. When the same person came to the market more than a couple times in a week, buying small items but taking forever to browse. The older they got the less they did things like giggle or blush, but it wasn’t any different at its core.
He assumed that was what was happening when the little twink in the glasses started hanging around the store every day. He couldn’t say he exactly minded. The guy looked cute. Dark, messy hair, big eyes, little waist, it might not be Keishin’s ideal type, but definitely one he enjoyed. Plus, it had been a while since a guy had hit on him. Girls were fine, but he’d always really liked the way men moaned. He’d actually been considering a trip to a gay club sometime soon to break his dry spell. Maybe he wouldn’t need to.
When it had passed two weeks of this guy showing up every couple of days, wandering around the back of the shop, eying him with a poorly disguised curiosity, and then buying a pack of gum or something stupid like that and leaving without saying a word, Keishin was getting bored. He would say something next time the guy came in.
The next time he came in was two days later and he did the same thing he always did. The fake browsing, the fake interest in the fake purchase. Ukai caught him staring more than usual that day though. He had a strange sparkle in his eyes as well, like he was determined to get what he wanted. Keishin had to admit it was attractive.
“I’ve seen you around here a lot lately,” Keishin let his eyes roll slowly over the man in front of him as he slowly pulled his item across the counter, “There’s not something you want to talk to me about, is there?”
The man laughed a little, as if they had been playing a game of tag and Keishin had just caught him. He turned to the side and covered his smile with his hand for a second. It was cute. He was the type to hide his smiles, his laughs. It meant he was probably the type to stifle his moans too. That would be interesting to see.
“There is, actually,” the man smiled at him, “I guess I wasn’t being very subtle.”
Keishin smirked, leaning back in his chair and placing a cigarette between his teeth. He nodded at the man, telling him to go ahead with whatever it was he wanted to say, before he began flicking his lighter under his cupped hand.
“You’re Ukai, right?”
Keishin laughed out a puff of smoke, “You’re heard of me?”
“I, well, yeah, I guess I have. The thing is Ukai-san,” the guy started.
Keishin waited for him to explain what it was he had to talk to him about. The man looked very proper, spoke very innocently, he wondered how he would put it. What pretty words he would choose to describe the disgusting things he wanted from Keishin. Or would he skip pretty words altogether? Keishin thought he wouldn’t mind seeing, hearing, dirty words coming out of such a delicate mouth.
“I work at Karasuno high school, and I’m the sponsor for the volleyball team.”
It was like a tonne of bricks. Suddenly every tiny bit of enjoyment Keishin had been getting from the interaction was suddenly squashed.
“No.”
“Wait I haven’t even-”
Keishin sat up in his chair, taking a huge drag from his cigarette to try and distract from the headache this abrupt change had afflicted him with.
“Sorry what was your name?” Keishin wasn’t sure if he’d said it.
“Takeda.”
“Takeda-san, I’ll be honest with you. I’m not interested in Karasuno, I’m not interested in the volleyball team, I don’t like kids. I’m not sure how exactly you want me to be involved, but I can tell you right now, I don’t want to do it. Your total is ￥380.”
Takeda looked down at the little snack he’d brought to the counter, obviously just as an excuse, then back up at Keishin.
“Please, listen to me-”
If only this conversation could have been what Keishin expected. Then he would have loved to hear Takeda begging. Now it was just annoying.
Keishin didn’t know exactly how it had happened, but somehow the little teacher had roped him in. Something about the kids and Karasuno’s pride and Keishin didn’t even know what else. He’d given in to the early requests, to listen to some speech that was supposed to convince him, or to come watch the team practice, out of a simple curiosity. It was kind of fun to watch Takeda get all passionate when he talked about the team. Keishin had been sure he would still be able to turn down the offers, he had been sure he had an iron will, until suddenly he found himself saying yes.
“So I’m coaching a volleyball team now,” he grumbled as he walked out of the gym that day, Takeda trailing behind him, “Why couldn’t you have just wanted to fuck?”
“Wha- fuck?”
As expected the word sounded funny coming out of the proper little man’s proper little mouth.
“Who ever said anything about-” he paused, stopping himself from saying the word again, “that.”
He looked flustered. It was amusing. Keishin wondered if he cursed often. It would be funny to see if he could make him curse again.
“No one, that’s the problem,” Keishin groaned, “I thought you were going to hit on me the day we met, but it was just,” He made a sour expression and waved lazily at the gym behind them, “this.”
Takeda had turned a bright shade of red. Clearly this kind of conversation wasn’t as comfortable for him as it was for Keishin. Keishin wondered if he ever talked about sex. He seemed the type to still blush at the word “penis”. It made him wonder how he got this far working with a bunch of high school boys. Keishin didn’t mind. If he got to tease him like this so easily, maybe this job would be more fun than he thought.
“Who- Wh- Why would you think that?”
Keishin laughed and took a drag of his cigarette.
“I don’t even-” Takeda continued, “I’m not even gay!”
Keishin let his eyes roll up and down his small body before he let out a small laugh, “You’re not? My bad.”
Takeda stared at him with a fire in his eyes, “I’m not! I don’t know why everyone always thinks I’m gay.”
Keishin smirked at the implication that this had happened before. He wondered how many times. He was willing to bet guys had been hitting on Takeda at least since college.
“Just wishful thinking, I guess,” he ruffled a hand through Takeda’s hair, as if he could make it any more messy than it already was.
As he walked past the campus gates, Takeda just stood where he left him, looking bewildered and embarrassed and kind of adorable. Keishin wasn’t about to feel guilty for teasing him though, it was revenge for making him do this stupid coaching thing in the first place. He still wished he’d been able to say no, but at least Tekeda’s red cheeks were something to look forward to.
Ittetsu went home that night with no idea what to think. He was glad Ukai had agreed to coach, and he was excited for the team, but then he couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d said after practice.
“Just wishful thinking.”
What could he have meant by that? Ittetsu couldn’t imagine anyone viewing him so sexually. He’d had sex, obviously, he had a girlfriend in college and another a couple of years ago, but in both relationships they hadn’t started having sex until they’d been seeing each other for more than a month. It had always happened more because they were supposed to, that was what a couple was supposed to do. He didn’t think he was awfully good at it, his girlfriends had never seemed to think so, and he’d always just accepted that wasn’t his strong suit. People would fall in love with him for his personality, not his sex appeal.
The way Ukai looked at him though? The way he talked about him? It was like he was some kind of forbidden fruit. Like some tempting siren that would lead men to a watery grave. It just didn’t make sense. Ukai must have been making fun of him. He just wanted to get a reaction out of him. Ittetsu was sure Ukai didn’t actually want to, you know, do anything. Even if Ukai was gay, which Ittetsu already had a hard time believing, he didn’t seem exactly fruity, there was no way someone like him would be interested in Ittetsu. No way.
When he arrived at practice the next day, Ukai was already there, finishing off a cigarette right outside the gym door. God, he smoked a lot. Ittetsu thought his mouth probably tasted like an ashtray. Not that it mattered what his mouth tasted like. Not that Ittetsu was thinking about that.
When Ukai saw him, he just raised his hand in a casual wave.
“Morning, Sensei.”
He let the cigarette butt drop to the ground and he stomped it into the earth with a twist of his shoe.
“Oh, um, you don’t have to call me that.”
“Oh, come on,” Ukai grinned at him, “It’s fun.”
Ittetsu conjured a smile. What was he going to do about this man?
When practice started, Ukai easily took charge. Even if they gave him trouble, in his first day he was able to communicate with the boys on the team. He could command their respect in a way Ittetsu had never been able to. Not that the players didn’t respect him, but he always felt like they were reminding themselves to, or doing it as some sort of favour. He treated them well, so they respected him to repay him. They seemed to respect Ukai in a different way. Like he deserved it. Ittetsu had to admit a bit of jealousy.
The practice passed without Ukai mentioning anything that they’d talked about the day before. Ittetsu had been confused since they’d parted, but the more Ukai continued as if nothing had happened the more confused he got. He really didn’t want to have to be the one to bring it up but...
“About what you said yesterday.”
The boys were busy running drills and wouldn’t overhear their conversation, so Ittetsu decided to just get it over with.
“Mmm?” Was Ukai’s only response. He didn’t even turn his head.
“You know, the thing about ‘wishful thinking’?”
Ukai still didn’t turn his head, but an amused smile started to play at his lips.
“Well, did you just mean in your case, like, that was your experience, or did you mean more generally?”
Ukai laughed, “You sound like you’re reviewing an essay.”
Takeda tried not to seem embarrassed, “I mean, you said if someone assumed I was, you know, gay, that it was because they hoped I was, but you were just talking about yourself, right?”
It wasn’t until after he’d said it that Ittetsu realised he’d basically just asked if Ukai wanted him.
It was funny to watch Takeda fumble over his words. Even if it wasn’t how he meant to say it, it was funny to see how confident he was the Keishin wanted to fuck him. Funny enough to make Keishin laugh at least.
“And I thought you were insecure or something,” he laughed, then without changing his smile, he switched his tone to one more serious, “Yeah, I meant me, but I’m definitely not the first man to think that.”
“Well, see, I don’t know what you mean by that,” Takeda pushed, ignoring the red spreading on his cheeks.
“Now look at you, you were so cocky before,” Keishin smirked, “Are you just fishing for compliments?”
Keishin stared at Takeda for a moment, to ask if he really needed to hear him say the words that badly. Takeda just met his gaze, some kind of determination in his unblinking eyes.
“Your hot, Sensei,” Keishin explained, “Attractive, sexy, whatever. That’s why men want to fuck you.”
This was able to break Takeda’s determination, and he turned his eyes to the floor, face bright red.
“No.”
“What?”
“That’s not true, I- You’re the only person who sees me that way, Ukai-san.”
“It’s cute that you think that, but you should have more confidence in yourself, Sensei,” Keishin grinned charmingly at him, “someone might take advantage of you.”
Takeda was obviously flustered. Had no one ever told him this before?
Ukai clapped his hands together, shaking Ittetsu from his embarrassment.
“Ok team, gather around.”
After that, they didn’t revisit the conversation. In the days that followed, Ukai would sometimes give Takeda teasing looks when he bent over a certain way or had too close of a conversation with another teacher. Looks that said “and you really don’t think you’re sexy”. Or at least that’s what Ittetsu felt like they meant, but he wasn’t going to ask and he didn’t want to assume. In any case, the tension, the awkwardness of the conversation, of all that it implied, just hung around them.
One night, about a week after Ukai had joined the team, Ittetsu was watching a drama in his apartment before bed, and a sex scene came on. It was a very innocent, subtle one. Just a passionate kiss, some light touching, then a lighting change and a lot left implied, but it had been a while since Ittetsu watched something like that, so he was already starting to get hard.
He let his hand drop between his legs and he started to slowly rub himself through his pants. It felt nice. The sex scene was aleady over on the show, and he was debating whether he should get up now and just watch porn, or let the episode finish and do this later when suddenly a weird thought popped into his head.
“Just wishful thinking, I guess.”
He didn’t know why he thought of it, but he let his hand grind a little harder at his pants as the memory replayed in his head. It was weird. Kind of creepy. Ukai was attracted to him. He looked at him like he could picture him completely undressed, and like he wouldn’t mind imagining it at any moment. It made Ittetsu feel like an object, but if he was an object he was something sweet. Something tempting. Something expensive. He was the creamy dark chocolate fondue that Ukai craved but just couldn’t afford.
His dick was now completely hard, and Ittetsu unbuttoned his fly to get a closer grip on it. He wondered what Ukai thought his dick looked like. He was sure he’d imagined it. He’d probably imagined touching it, maybe sucking it. He didn’t know exactly why, but he found himself wondering what Ukai’s cock looked like too. He had a suspicion it was big. He talked like someone with a big dick, like someone who knew how to use it, too.
He remembered the words Ukai had said so casually, as if they were objective truth, “You’re hot, Sensei.”
A slight gasp escaped his lips as he imagined it. He didn’t know what he was doing, what he was thinking about. Ukai was a man, he had a penis, and he wanted to shove that penis in Ittetsu’s ass. And Ittetsu wasn’t gay. It shouldn’t excite him that Ukai thought about him like that it should disgust him. He wasn’t gay. He didn’t want Ukai shoving his dick anywhere.
Still, Ittetsu suddenly found his thumb slipping down the end of his spine and between his ass cheeks. He felt himself shudder as his finger found the entrance to his hole. He dragged his finger lightly over it as he continued to rub himself from the front. Was this really what Ukai would want to do to him? Would he want to touch his hole like this? Would he want to play with it? Lick it? Would he want to put his fingers inside it? Stretch it out slowly with his hands? Would he spread it open, pull himself close and slowly insert himself deep in Ittetsu’s guts?
Ittetsu shivered at the thought. He couldn’t imagine himself taking a dick, he could hardly imagine himself taking a finger. Even as he played with his asshole he couldn’t get anything more than a knuckle inside. He supposed lube would help. He thought a partner probably would too. He wondered if Ukai had imagined him while mastubating like this. He wondered if he’d ever had a similar fantasy of helping him out. He wondered what he’d look like if he could see Ittetsu now.
He would probably have that cocky, self-satisfied smile on his face.
He would scoff and say, “Oh yeah, and you’re not gay, right?”
Ittetsu hadn’t planned to do it right then and there in his living room, so when he came he only had his hand to cum into. It was thick and sticky and it was going to be a huge mess if he didn’t go clean himself up right now. His eyes flicked to the drama that he’d never even bothered to turn off, suddenly feeling guilty, dirty. What had he just been imagining? Why had he just been imagining that?