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It was an accident that they were doing this at all. But it was Hiracchi's fault. He didn't even notice anything was wrong.
It wasn't like Imaoka even told anyone about the second part. Of what happened. Not that it was important. Because nothing actually really happened. They just pulled his pants down and said they were gonna do something. And he thought they were, for a couple of minutes. But they didn't do it, so there wasn't anything to think about, and he didn't wanna think about it anyway. It was a lot easier to make Hiracchi get down on his knees and suck him off. And it kept Hiracchi quiet, too.
Well. Not that quiet. He was pretty loud about it. But he couldn't talk. And it felt good. Imaoka could pull his hair or pat his head, or whatever he felt like doing, and Hiracchi would make a few little noises and keep going, with his eyes shut really tight.
It was just the look on his face. Because he did know how to be quiet, if he was surprised. But that wasn't the right word. He looked kind of stunned. And excited. And like, happy about it. And basically all Imaoka had said was, "Shut up." And then he felt bad, even though Hiracchi didn't even notice anything was wrong with him.
"I mean," he'd said. "Could you just not, for a second? Not right now."
And it was lunch time, and they were alone. And Fujita-sensei went upstairs a few minutes ago, so he was still thinking about her. And Hiracchi was so loud about everything, all the time. And Imaoka was annoyed with himself for being annoyed. Even though Hiracchi didn't notice there was anything wrong.
It was the way Hiracchi's lips parted. Mostly. He got all small sometimes when he got in trouble. Like, scrunched down. And his eyes got really big. And it just felt, right then, like he wasn't as big and tall as he usually was. Girl-sized, almost. Not exactly. Not really. But enough.
It was pretty quick the first time. He was worried that night that Hiracchi was gonna be upset. He laid awake for a while, thinking about Hiracchi being mad at him, instead of what those guys almost did. Finally he got tired of thinking and and went to sleep. But Hiracchi didn't say anything about it the next day, and he acted like normal for a couple of days until they did it again on the roof at school.
It was easy by now. They just did it really fast at lunch. On the roof, usually. Or in the clubroom. Sometimes it wasn't that quick. They even missed Fujita-sensei a couple of times. But usually it was hard to last very long. Getting a blowjob at school was really exciting. And the way Hiracchi acted made it—like, hard to even think about anything else. Like he just did anything, and he rolled around afterwards begging for Imaoka to rub his back or his shoulders. Or insisting, actually, but it was hard not to think of it as begging, because his face was so…
Innocent, maybe. Or not that, exactly. But Imaoka didn't know a better word for it. Hiracchi wasn't thinking about anything but himself. Being with him made it easy to forget about other stuff. Imaoka didn't have to think about anything except whether he should step on Hiracchi's dick right away, or tell him he had to ask for it.
"Oh," Hiracchi said. He was surprisingly quiet sometimes when he came. Other times he was loud. No one had said anything about it, though. The whole school was pretty much used to him yelling randomly throughout the day.
"Good job," Imaoka said. He wasn't sure if it was doing anything, but it felt like he should reward Hiracchi when he was quiet.
"Ahhh," said Hiracchi. He rolled around on his back, rubbing the bulge in his pants up against Imaoka's foot like it still felt good. Imaoka was gonna have to wipe his back off to get the dust off his uniform. And his knees, too.
"Yeah," Imaoka said.
They'd been doing this for a while now, but he still wasn't completely sure what to say right afterwards. When he jerked off by himself, he usually didn't think anything at all for a while after he came. It was different having someone else around. Sometimes Hiracchi just said a bunch of random stuff and he listened to it without saying anything.
"Hrmm," Hiracchi said. He was looking up at the sky now, with a thoughtful look on his face. That didn't always mean he was actually thinking, though.
Imaoka squatted down next to him and looked at the way the sunlight was reflecting in his eyes. They looked light brown like this. His hair was messed up and there was cum on his face. He looked like someone had actually fucked him.
"Hey, am I good-looking? Like…" Imaoka cleared his throat. "To a guy. Would a guy wanna, you know, do stuff to me?"
Hiracchi wiped his mouth off and frowned. "How should I know? I'm not into guys."
He'd missed a spot. Imaoka looked at the cum on his upper lip. "Yeah. I-I'm not either. I was just wondering."
He still didn't really get why those guys would even think about doing something to him. But there wasn't anyone else he could ask. It'd be weird. And they might figure out why he was asking. He didn't have to worry about that with Hiracchi.
Hiracchi was rubbing his face really insistently against his slipper. "Imaokaaaa…"
"Yeah," Imaoka said. "I know."
The only part Hiracchi complained about was it made his jaw hurt afterwards. Imaoka had to be really careful about rubbing his jaw, though, because Hiracchi would push him away if he touched his cheeks at all. But getting him under the chin made him do that thing again. The thing where he looked up really pitifully and started behaving himself. It was kind of fun. Using his knuckles, Imaoka tried to rub all the little muscles out that were hiding under his jawbone.
Or his jawbones, maybe. He wasn't really sure how many bones there were in a jaw.
He looked down at Hiracchi's mustache. That little bit of cum was still there. He'd have to show Hiracchi in the mirror so he could wipe it off himself. It was weird, the stuff Hiracchi got picky about. Like, he'd suck dick, and rub his face all over Imaoka's legs and stomach until he got the right amount of attention. Then he'd get mad if Imaoka's hands touched his face the wrong way. But they were both acting weird lately.
Hiracchi whined at him, and Imaoka sat down all the way so he could put his head in his lap. He rubbed Hiracchi's hair, trying to get it back in place. The gel made it feel all limp, and he couldn't get it into the right shape. He'd have to just take Hiracchi into the bathroom, to fix everything back up before they went anywhere.
He liked looking at it when it was messy, though. It wouldn't be like that if it wasn't for him. Hiracchi groaned a little from how much he was getting his head rubbed.
"Good girl," Imaoka said, without really meaning to. He wasn't thinking about a girl. As soon as he said it he felt weird. Like he should've said it because he was imagining something else.
Hiracchi's whole body went ramrod straight. He shook his head and sat up excitedly, pushing Imaoka down on his back.
"Again! Again! Do it again!"
"Good…" Imaoka wasn't sure what else to do. "Good… girl."
Hiracchi tried really hard to hump him for a few seconds, then stopped. He frowned down at Imaoka. They were both completely soft. "You wasted it!"
"Yeah," Imaoka said. "I mean, we just finished." He didn't think they had time, anyway. Last year they could've just skipped class. But they were following the rules now. Because of baseball and everything.
Now he wanted to skip class. They really couldn't, though. They at least had to show up and sleep through it.
"I hate bullies, you know," Hiracchi said. "You're heading down a dangerous path. I'll have to fight you if you keep this up. I won't show mercy just because we're friends."
"After school," Imaoka said. "I mean, I can do that again. After school. If you liked it."
It was nice how heavy Hiracchi was. It should've been scary. He got jumped by a bunch of guys at once and everything. But Hiracchi just wasn't scary, no matter what he did.
"I'll forgive you this time," Hiracchi decided, sitting up. "As long as you regret it."
"Sorry," Imaoka said, sitting up and getting himself balanced again. He didn't know why he'd said it. Even if he'd planned it, he never would've expected that reaction. Hiracchi was right. It was a waste.
He shouldn't think about that right now. They had to go to class. Hiracchi lifted his chin up insistently, and Imaoka settled back into rubbing his jaw again, using the tips of his fingers this time.
"You better give up on pitching," Hiracchi said, stretching one of his arms out to the side.
"Why?" Imaoka asked. He was really annoyed suddenly. Hiracchi didn't know when it was time to shut up.
"Your hands are all rough now," Hiracchi said. "Girls hate that. They want men with soft, touchable hands. That's why I have a skincare routine."
Imaoka looked down. He was touching Hiracchi's Adam's apple. Not pushing on it, even though he wanted to. Hiracchi was curled up happily, rubbing the top of his head against Imaoka's other hand.
"But you like it."
"Oh." Hiracchi frowned, with that look on his face again that could mean he was thinking, but might also mean nothing. "Hmm. Maybe."
Imaoka didn't know himself why he was doing all this stuff. It didn't make a lot of sense. But he didn't have to think about the other thing that almost happened. And then there were all those faces Hiracchi kept making. And the sounds. Imaoka wasn't sure exactly what his face had looked like when those guys attacked him. He didn't want to try and picture it. But it was a relief, seeing Hiracchi look up at him with that pleading look and knowing he definitely hadn't been making that kind of face.
It did make him feel a little like a bully. Making Hiracchi do all this stuff. But Hiracchi owed him for not noticing anything was wrong. And he didn't seem unhappy.
"I wanna keep pitching," Imaoka said. "I like it."
Hiracchi didn't say anything. He was trying to go to sleep. Not even in a rude way. He was just like a little kid sometimes. And he could fall asleep anywhere. Imaoka was gonna have to make him get up in another few minutes.
It was weird that he didn't notice that cum on his lip. Usually he'd want his whole face clean. Imaoka wasn't sure how he felt about the cum. He wasn't horny, exactly, because he just came. But it was like his brain was horny. He kept looking at it, like when he was done with a dirty magazine away but he didn't want to put it away yet because the girl was so pretty.
Hiracchi was handsome. He was pretty sure about that. It wasn't the same thing, though. He was just trying to avoid thinking about something else that almost happened.
Imaoka looked away. The sun was right overhead, so he couldn't look up either. Instead he looked at the door back inside. He couldn't wipe Hiracchi's face off. Hiracchi was right. He was getting calluses on his hands. If Hiracchi was that sensitive about his face, it'd make him even more upset than usual.
"You have thick skin, too," he said.
Hiracchi didn't open his eyes. What was really thick was his skull.
But everything was all weird and messed up right now. There was some normal stuff going on, like baseball, and then there was that thing that almost happened, and then there was what the two of them were doing together. He kept forgetting it was actually him at the center of all of it. He was used to Hiracchi being at the center of things. It was nice going back to that, even if it was just for a few minutes at a time. Maybe that was why he kept doing this.
One thing was for sure, though. Hiracchi wasn't gonna be able to explain it to him, no matter how many times they wound up doing this.