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Takemichi can’t believe he’s been sent to detention on a day he is supposed to have only four classes at school. That one rare day on which he could go home early, put on his joggers to take a nap before having a fun afternoon outside with his friends. Why in the world is this his punishment out of all things? Isn’t he supposed to enjoy his youth this time?
Couldn’t he have just done some stupid assignment or something instead?
He drags his feet across the hardwood floor of his school’s building in an annoyed manner, making his way to the old storage room by the end of the hallway. On the way to his punishment. Being a slightly-less-than-average student he has never stood out in anything, not with good grades nor major aggravation with his peers or teachers. He actually likes his class teacher too. She is a kind, young lady who treats everyone equally and in a fair manner. Even Takemichi, who regularly falls asleep during class or misses deadlines for projects. She is patient.
But not today. And thus Takemichi has been sent to the school’s storage room, unaware of the mess inside that’s awaiting him. His teacher has told him his form of punishment, his detention time, will be to clean and organise the entire storage room, filled with trash from who knows which century. From old textbooks, chairs, tools and other requisites to cleaning supplies and rags that have just been tossed in some corner by other students after finishing cleaning their classrooms.
Takemichi swiftly opens the heavy door, a cloud of dust hitting his face and making him cough into the crook of his arm as he fumbles for the light switch on the wall next to him. When the small light bulb hanging from the ceiling illuminates the window-less room he jumps back when suddenly he notices a person standing in the middle of the room, equally as surprised upon seeing him.
“What are you doing here?!”
It was no other than the person responsible for his misery.
Mikey.
--Half an hour earlier—
Takemichi has his cell phone right in front of him, barely hidden by his scruffy pencil case. He’s sitting in his usual place, the left corner of last row, in the middle of Japanese class and should actually focus on the poem they’re currently analysing, but he can barely keep up.
It’s hard to focus when you’re trying so hard not to giggle out loud, his face and ears turning red from holding back, not sure if laughter or something else.
Mikey keeps sending him funny text messages throughout the day in form of memes and dumb pictures, occasionally throwing in his sassy comments. They’re both going back and forth sending each other texts through Line, Takemichi’s phone lighting up in a matter of seconds.
But he doesn’t expect Mikey to send him actual nudes.
Mikey<3: (click here to open picture)
Mikey<3: hey did u open the pic?
Mikey<3: i wanna know ur reaction
Mikey<3: tell me mitchy, ur not srsly paying attention in class r u??
Takemitchy: I did and I regret it. Wtf Mikey
Mikey<3: ;)
Mikey<3: I know what ur thinking. its exactly what u want now huh
Takemitchy: ...
Takemichi types in three dots before hitting send and places his phone face down in front of him, his face burning up. He shifts his position in hope a more comfortable position will make him less suspicious. Not that he’s already been in his own bubble this entire time.
Sharing this bubble with his better half through a messaging app, who’s sitting in the same school in a different classroom, one class above him. As if they aren’t always glued together side by side, in school and in private, Takemichi is sure their fellow schoolmates must think they’re crazy sometimes. The invincible Mikey and Takemichi’s humble self.
Mikey is crazy, Takemichi knows. Who else would be sending him saucy pictures at 11AM during class? It would be better if he concentrates on this poem right now. Who is the author again and what 20-strokes-kanji is this even? But his fingers are itching and he just cannot win against his curiosity.
Mikey<3: dont be a puss. open it.
Takemitchy: ihu. I saw it. Did u srsly just send me a pic of ur dick?? How?? Aren’t u in math class right now?
Mikey<3: u wish u knew hehe. be patient little mitchy. wanna see more? ;)
Takemitchy: ..........what more is there to see than ur-
“Hanagaki Takemichi, what is so funny on your phone that you’re grinning from ear to ear?”
The teacher’s now stern voice finally bursts Takemichi’s and Mikey’s telepathic bubble.
Oh fuck. He’s fucked.
“N-nothing, I’m just listening to your amazing teaching”, Takemichi stutters and sinks even deeper into his chair, wishing he could just disappear off the face of the earth.
“You either hand me your phone and I read those funny messages out aloud or you leave class now and do something useful for the rest of the day.”
It is obvious what he chose.
---
There he is. In the storage room, doing his teacher a huge favour, not sure if she has just been waiting for the right opportunity to find herself a victim or purposely choosing something Takemichi indeed hates doing. Chores.
“Takemitchy”, Mikey says with a smile as he turns around to face him. “I could ask you the same thing. Aren’t you supposed to be in Japanese class?”
“I’m here because of your dumb ass”, Takemichi scowls and finally relaxes his tense shoulders. “I have detention since I got busted because of your texts.”
“You too?”, Mikey starts laughing out loud. “Then we’re both here for the same reason.”
“What?”
“Yeah, I got scolded for texting during class. My math teacher was not amused at all. He sent me here to clean as punishment but there’s no way in hell I’ll be doing that. This place is a complete rubbish dump, it looks worse than your room.”
“Hey!”, Takemichi wants to retort, unsure if he’ll let that comment slide, but then laughs because he knows Mikey alone got himself in this situation and Takemichi just went down with him. “First of all, it’s your fault we’re here.”
“You’re right.” Mikey leans against an old cupboard by the wall. “Let’s make the best out of it.”
“We should better start cleaning or our teachers will never let us go home”, Takemichi says with a certain determination in his voice as he scans the room for any indication on where to start first but to no avail. “They must be really desperate to get this room cleaned if we’re both sent here. I wonder what kind of hidden antiques we’ll find...”
“So... you did see the pic?”
Takemichi is about to pick up an old rubbish bag when he hears Mikey chuckle from behind him.
“No.”
“Liar.”
“You’re being an ass.”
“And you’re lying to yourself, Mitchy”, Mikey says in a mocking tone, inching closer to Takemichi. “As if you actually care about some dusty old books.”
Takemichi would be lying if he says his heart isn’t racing right now. They’re in a dark, enclosed room; bored, with their teenage hormones raging from morning ‘til night. There’s literally anything that sounds better doing than cleaning up a messy school storage room.
And Takemichi knows exactly where this is going.
Takemichi wants to open his mouth to say something but he feels frozen in spot. Mikey is coming dangerously close to him with that grin on his face and Takemichi automatically crosses his arms in front of him, ready to push him off if he does something stupid.
“I saw it okay, so what? Are you happy now? Why would a picture of your dick excite me if I saw you naked in real a billion times before?!”
“Good”, Mikey says. “Then why is your face getting so red all of a sudden?”
“It’s warm in here!”, Takemichi’s voice becomes louder in protest.
“Shhh”, Mikey shushes as he lets his black cardigan slide off his shoulders and starts unbuttoning the first few buttons of the white shirt of his school uniform, exposing his milky chest. “But you’re right, it’s pretty snug in here.”
Takemichi is now only mere centimetres away from Mikey and there’s no room behind him left to run. He stares right into Mikey’s dark eyes, he wants to avert his face but something in those eyes keeps him in a daze. He feels like if he looks away he’ll earn himself even more punishment. Mikey’s eyes are just this mesmerising, his gaze piercing through him like a knife.
One look of these heavy-lidded eyes and long lashes and Takemichi is hooked.
“M-Mikey, what are you doing...”, Takemichi stutters, saying it more as a statement rather than a question, as Mikey finally puts his warm hands on his shoulders and shoves him into the dark corner next to the cupboard. Takemichi’s back meets the wall behind him and a few brooms and cleaning utensils fall to the floor with a loud thud and Takemichi flinches.
They’ve been doing this for quite a while. Messing around with each other. They’ll be this young for the last time and Mikey’s been making sure they enjoy every second of it. It has just happened naturally that one day when Takemichi has been sleeping over at Mikey's place. It started off with a boring tv series they’ve wanted to watch in Mikey’s bed and before the first closing credits came on screen Mikey had his hand in Takemichi’s joggers.
“Huh, you don’t wanna make too much noise, do you?”, Mikey leans closer and whispers into Takemichi’s flushed ear. “Remember, anyone can swing the door open at any given time if they hear us...”
Takemichi gulps.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to...here...”
Takemichi’s voice is cut off when suddenly Mikey’s hand disappears down towards his crotch area and plays with the hem of his pants, while his other hands holds Takemichi’s waist in place.
“Behave and be a good boy”, Mikey hums with a low voice. “I know you love it as much as I do.”
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“The danger of getting caught and a stranger seeing you squirm under my touch. Tell me Takemitchy... how much do you want it?”
“M-Mikey...”
“Tell me”, Mikey says and raises his voice a little, looking straight into Takemichi’s baby-blue eyes as his hand now slips inside Takemichi’s pants and grabs his painfully hard cock.
“The faster you admit it the better is your chance of no one barging in and seeing you like this.”
Takemichi only nods his head slowly and squinches his eyes shut as he tries his best to suppress his whimpers.
“I want you.”
Taken aback, another small yelp leaves his mouth when he feels Mikey kiss the corner of his lips and like his body is remote-controlled he leans in forward, his lips meeting Mikey’s for a deep and sensual kiss. Like in trance Takemichi feels his arms relax and he moves them to the side to grab Mikey’s slender but muscular arms, digging his fingers into the fabric of his shirt. Takemichi kisses back carefully, enjoying every little touch of Mikey’s lips on his as they make out.
Mikey tastes like candy and it doesn’t take him long to make his way past Takemichi’s lips.
Gradually but determined the older nibbles on Takemichi’s lower lip, kisses his cheeks, leaving small pecks along his delicate skin. He goes back to his lips for another sloppy kiss, his tongue invading the warmth of his mouth before he moves to his neck, holding himself back from biting, knowing Takemichi will scream if he does so. Instead he leaves a trail of small kisses and licks inbetween, from Takemichi’s jawline to his collarbone.
Takemichi might be a few centimetres taller than Mikey but damn does he feel small right now. When Mikey starts moving his hand in Takemichi’s pants, Takemichi only inhales sharply and digs his fingers even harder into Mikey’s skin. He could push him away now, if he’d wanted to. And that’s the key. If he wanted to.
“You’re so fucking hard already”, Mikey says with a soft voice and Takemichi bites his lips, trying not to moan from how turned on he is. The next second as Mikey shoves his hand inside of his boxers Takemichi covers his mouth with one of his hands.
“And I don’t need you to tell me. I can read everything from the look in your eyes and the way your body reacts”, Mikey whispers and retracts his hand from Takemichi’s pants only to playfully slide it along his chest, playing with the buttons of his shirt before swiftly unbuttoning them, just enough to reveal Takemichi’s bare chest and he flinches at the touch of Mikey’s fingertips barely grazing his nipples.
Mikey leans forward again to kiss Takemichi so he doesn’t make too much noise, although he loves all the little noises he makes in the process, and lets one of his hands play with the hardened buds while the other wanders to Takemichi’s ass, moving him away from the wall to the place he actually wants them to be.
“Ahh- Mikey...”
Takemichi doesn’t even realise the back of his legs have met the hard wood of an old desk behind him as Mikey grabs his buttocks to lift him up to sit on the edge, Mikey instantly taking up the place between his legs, both of them knocking over dusty folders in the meantime.
They make out heavily and Mikey feels Takemichi’s body tremble underneath him as he takes hold of Takemichi’s hard-on and starts moving his hand up and down steadily.
Takemichi’s hands wander from Mikey’s arms to his neck and grip blond tousled hair as Mikey switches between moving his hand slow to fast, making Takemichi go crazy. Mikey only watches silently as Takemichi seems to lose all of his senses, looking incredibly happy that it is all thanks to him.
Takemichi in the meantime can’t form a single coherent thought. His lips are parted and he’s starting to pant hard. All that escapes his lips is Mikey’s name and little moans he tries to suppress.
“M-Mikey...please...”
“Please what?”, Mikey teases.
“Please...faster...” Takemichi pulls Mikey in closer, trying to hide his beet red face in the crook of Mikey’s neck.
“I’ll go faster in a second”, Mikey announces and pulls Takemichi’s pants and underwear down completely while he’s sitting on the desk, a shiver going down Takemichi’s spine. He knows Mikey’s thought process, he knows what he’s planning and suddenly he breaks out in cold sweat.
“No, no, not here, Mikey. Are you crazy?”, Takemichi hisses as he watches Mikey unzip his own pants, an obvious bulge showing against the fabric of his boxer briefs.
“Why not?”, Mikey asks impatiently, with fake innocence in his voice.
“You know exactly why.”
“Oh yeah, do I?”, Mikey teases again. “Maybe you need to remind me. I know exactly you can do it.”
Before Takemichi protests he hears Mikey spit on his fingers and then feels a sudden cold touch right down between his legs, Mikey tracing the rim of his hole with his wet fingers. That is not the problem. He can take that. He can even take Mikey’s dick with only his saliva as lubrication.
But it’ll be a problem keeping his voice down this way.
“I-I’m not that sure I can do...IT”, Takemichi whimpers and his voice jumps an octave higher when Mikey pushes one of his fingers in, soon followed by a second one, squeezing in easily into Takemichi’s tight heat.
“I’m sure you can. I just fucked you for hours last night, I’m pretty sure your hole is still stretched enough to handle me.”
“That’s not what I mean”, Takemichi says with a smile through gritted teeth. “You’re being a fucking tease, Manjiro.”
To make him shut up Mikey shoves his fingers deeper into Takemichi, earning another moan from the younger. He moves his fingers in an incredibly slow pace, making sure Takemichi will crave more, hopefully making him admit it sooner. He is right, as he feels Takemichi’s body move against his fingers, painfully trying to create more friction.
Mikey is this close to losing the rest of his self-control and coming right now in his boxers. Therefore to avoid that from happening, he finally shoves Takemichi down onto the desk to get better access, Takemichi supporting his upper body on his elbows as he watches Mikey move his legs further apart and shifts his own body weight towards Takemichi’s.
Fuck, he could come undone just from that sight alone. Takemichi sprawled out under him, blond hair messy, shirt half open and hard dick leaking against his own tummy.
“Don’t worry, we’ll make this quick, Mitchy”, Mikey coos as he removes his fingers completely, Takemichi sighing at the sudden emptiness he feels between his legs.
Takemichi has always fantasised about doing it on Mikey’s bike or in a car or somewhere exciting but not in...school. That has been too low even for his standards. But there he is. Painfully hard and spread out looking into Mikey’s lust-filled eyes.
He knows what’s coming next when he feels Mikey’s thick length poke against his entrance. For his generally small stature Mikey is pretty well-endowed and it is definitely a stretch every time but Takemichi knows the initial pain soon turns into immense pleasure. They’ve done it so many times already that Takemichi doesn’t feel complete without Mikey’s cock inside of him, the way he comes with Mikey fucking him makes him see stars every time.
Mikey signalises him with his gaze that he’s going to do it now.
“Are you ready?”
Takemichi nods and grabs Mikey’s face to kiss him as Mikey carefully pushes inside and Takemichi whines out loud into their kiss, taking a moment to get used to the feeling.
“You can start moving, I’m fine”, Takemichi whimpers. He feels so hot and so full and Mikey begins to move right away, with slow long thrusts and with every thrust he pushes in a little deeper.
They both breathe heavily as their bodies clash with each other, the noise it makes suddenly so loud in their ears. Mikey gives Takemichi wet kisses all over his chest while his mind goes completely blank, totally fallen for the pleasure he feels.
“Damn, you feel soo good”, Mikey groans and puts Takemichi’s legs over his shoulders so he can thrust in even deeper and hit a certain spot in Takemichi, to which the younger only whines even more and lets his head fall back onto the hard desk.
“Nghh, ahhhh, Manjiro...ahh”, Takemichi pants, his voice escaping his lips without much thought, trying to grip onto something to try to gain back some control over his body. It’s not helping when Mikey’s hand only pulls his waist closer and the other engulfs his dick, jerking him off in a fast pace, trying to match the rhythm of their fucking.
“I-I-I think I’m gonna-...”
Then suddenly, another voice.
“Takemichi, is that you?”, a male voice asks from outside the door. “Is everything okay? I heard some loud thud in there.”
Takemichi freezes on the spot, opening his eyes immediately as he pushes himself back up on his elbows. Mikey becomes aware of the voice and halts his movements, just to give Takemichi enough chance to reply properly without embarrassing himself.
After all he can’t let anyone know that he’s balls-deep in Takemichi right in this moment.
“Chifuyu”, Takemichi retorts but only loud enough for Mikey to hear, his eyes widening in horror. Out of all the people it had to be him passing by the storage room. In that case he’d rather be caught by their teachers or a stranger instead of a close friend.
“Takemichi, are you okay?”, Chifuyu asks again and Takemichi can almost hear him put his hand on the door knob.
“D-don’t come in!”, Takemichi yells and Mikey responds with another roll of his hips, burying himself deeper into Takemichi’s ass which results in Takemichi’s voice trembling. “I-I just mopped the floor and don’t want your dirty footsteps in here!”
“You sure?”, he hears Chifuyu say on the other side. “I heard you got detention and thought maybe you needed some help to finish faster.”
Indeed he wants to finish. But not with Chifuyu talking to him from the other side of the door while Mikey smirks devilishly as he pounds into him, Takemichi trying so hard not to moan.
“No!! I’m almost done. Please go home Chifuyu, ahh, I- I need some alone time right now!”, Takemichi replies and prays to all the Gods in heaven Chifuyu lets him be this one time.
“Okay, whatever you say, partner. See you later.”
Only when he’s sure he hears Chifuyu’s footsteps go further away he finally takes a deep breath and his tense body relaxes, letting himself fall on his back again.
“What kinda lame excuse was that?”, Mikey whispers and giggles. “I can’t believe he seriously bought that.”
Takemichi’s face is as red as a tomato from embarrassment and he feels the heat rush through his whole body. He could die just thinking about getting caught, Chifuyu or not. He can feel tears form in the corner of his eyes, being on the brink of crying out in despair. But at the same time it has been such a turn-on, knowing he could be caught in that type of situation together with Mikey. The one who possesses his soul and his body, the strong and charming Mikey everyone adores, is his and only his.
Only with Takemichi would Mikey do such obscene things.
Sometimes Takemichi thinks he’s stuck in a dream.
“I think he’s gone now”, Mikey’s voice brings him back to reality and Takemichi wraps his arms around Mikey’s neck, pulling him closer.
“Come for me, Takemitchy.”
Takemichi’s panting hard as Mikey again speeds up, his hands so perfectly rubbing against his cock as Mikey rams into him. He breathes heavily against Takemichi’s skin, Takemichi arching his back in pleasure and Mikey knows he’s so close, they’re both so close.
Mikey is still bursting with vigour, his movements becoming even more erratic as he feels Takemichi clench around him. He knows he’s coming as Takemichi bites into Mikey’s shoulder to muffle his screams, his whole body shivering as he ejaculates all over Mikey’s hand and his stomach.
It just takes Mikey a few more thrusts and to see that beautiful pained expression on Takemichi’s face for Mikey to climax himself. Takemichi whimpers and flinches when he feels Mikey’s cum fill him up to the brim and Mikey groans before he lets himself fall onto Takemichi’s chest, breathing heavily.
They just lay there like that for a few minutes, giving Takemichi another moment to catch his breath before Mikey finally moves away, only now pulling his cock out of him, before he cleans him up with tissues from his pockets.
Takemichi sits up and hastily puts his underwear and pants back on, his face turning red again just thinking about what they’ve just done. Mikey first fixes his own clothing and then properly buttons up Takemichi’s shirt while the younger watches his boyfriend’s hands gently taking care of him, making sure no one suspects that he’s almost been completely naked just a few moments ago.
“Here, looking good again”, Mikey says and pecks Takemichi’s lips when he finally meets his boyfriend’s loving gaze. “Now I’m tired, I could take a nap.”
Takemichi takes a look around them. They knocked things off the desk, brooms fell over, the room smells like sex and everything looks worse than it did before, they haven’t achieved anything they were supposed to do.
“Seriously? What about cleaning up?”, Takemichi says with a serious voice. “We should’ve been done by now... Our teachers are gonna kill us.”
Mikey puts his cardigan back on and looks around the room with his hands in his pockets, like it’ll be solved just by looking at it, then shrugs.
“Well, I’ll just ask one of our minions to do it for me”, Mikey announces with a smile and Takemichi hates that he’s right, a smile from Takemichi and a stern order from Mikey are enough to have everyone fall down on their knees to fulfil their every wish.
“Everything works out so easily for you, huh. Must be nice being a gang leader, Sano Manjiro.”
“You’re one to talk, acting commander Hanagaki.”
Takemichi smiles back as he picks up his school bag from the floor and walks towards the door, already feeling a certain soreness in his back.
“Well then, let’s finally leave this place and go home. I could use some rest, too.”
“Maybe... tomorrow we can go to the rooftop together during lunch break?”, Mikey asks with a smirk and raised eyebrow and Takemichi just knows what he’s implying.
Takemichi laughs and playfully hits Mikey’s arm with what little energy he has left as they both exit the room together.
“Maybe.”