AftS! - Get What You Need. [Kazuhiro/Kobagin NC17]
Title: Get What You Need.
Fandom: Aim for the Sky!
Warnings: Kazuhiro, molestation, semi-public hand job, mirror!sex.
Characters/couples: Kazuhiro/Kobayashi.
Summary: Kobayashi has to make sure Kazuhiro gets into some pants.
Rating: R/NC17.
Notes: So I was more than bored through Saturday and Sunday, and then suddenly part of the ficlet I wrote demanded to be written and it wouldn’t let go until I did. And then it also demanded to be drawn, even though my drawing abilities are limited and I don’t really draw smut. So… turn blind eyes to the glaring mistakes of the drawing that it’s at the very end, please?

Get What You Need.

“No.”

“But! Kobagiiiiiin!”

“‘Kobayashi.’”

“I said that!” Kazuhiro implored again, eyes wide and big and damp, falling to his knees and wrapping his arms around his shins. It was really a bad thing that he and Asakawa got along so well: the team really didn’t need someone else who could pout the way Asakawa did and he was also fairly certain that if Asakawa decided that clothes were overrated, that vein over Tsukada-captain’s forehead was going to explode. “Kobagiiiiiiin, please! Pretty please! With sugar and cherries and chocolate! Please! Pleasepleaseplease! Kobagiiiiin!”

Making the mental note that he really had to ask Sato (and maybe perhaps Masaki) if he ever managed to say no to Asakawa, Kobayashi looked at Kazuhiro as if he was a particularly tricky Shogi game, searching for the way to victory.

And no, he wasn’t moved by the pout. Yet.

“Why?”

Kazuhiro’s pout increased, arms tightening around his shins in a way that would have made koalas everywhere proud. “Because! Tsukada-captain made me promise that I was going to have a good pair of shorts in case we needed pictures or something more formal than Natsumi-chan’s pants and I don’t like going alone to buy clothes! It’s scary!”

Kobayashi really wanted to ask how it could be scary to go clothes-shopping when Kazuhiro spent about a ninety percent of the day in some level of nakedness, but decided that his brain cells suffered enough with the tutoring. He glared a bit at Kazuhiro’s pout, damning the fact that even without his contacts or glasses he could still notice the full complete turn of Kazuhiro’s lower lip.

“… just shopping.” he asked finally, crossing his arms. “We go to the sports shop to get you the damn shorts and nothing else. And it’s a direct trip, nothing that you want to go to the health shop or the music store or nothing. Got it?”

Kazuhiro’s answer was letting go of his legs to instead wrap his long arms and, really, body around him in a tight crushing tackle-glomping hug that left them over the floor, Kazuhiro still repeating a milliard of ‘THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU’ while he tried to get air back into his lungs.

And of course the door had to open just then.

“Get a room, won’t you?” Tachiki drawled and Kobayashi went back to trying to will the floor to swallow him whole and count to a million.



One thing was for sure: Kobayashi didn’t envy the poor shop ladies that were going to have to fold everything that Kazuhiro kept unfolding and touching and carrying over to the big pile of clothes and stuff that he seemed to be building. It made him wonder if, when Kazuhiro said that shopping was scary, he had meant that it was scary for everyone around him. It also made him think that next time he was at the Shiyouji household, instead of a dessert he probably ought to bring tranquilizers. For elephants. He was pretty much certain that at least Kazuhiro’s mother would appreciate them.

“Kobagin! C’mere, c’mere! Look what I found!” Kobayashi beamed, showing the most trashy and horrendous pair of red sweatpants he had ever seen. He looked towards the pants and then towards Kazuhiro.

He thought he should have been surprised at how little it surprised him.

“Those are hideous.”

“Kobagin!” Kazuhiro reprimanded, keeping the pants close against him as if protecting them from the honest-to-God truth before he grinned and Kobayashi tensed at that. “‘sides, they’re for you.”

“What are you talk-HEY!”

But next he knew, Kazuhiro had dragged him to one of the changing rooms, throwing him inside and, immediately next, taking off his clothes.

“Kazuhiro! What are you doing?!” Kobayashi hissed, trying to search for a way to escape. The idiot just grinned at him, already shirtless and on the way of being pants-less (and of course Kazuhiro wasn’t wearing underwear, it was to be expected: he really shouldn’t be blushing about that).

“Trying on the clothes of course, Kobagin.” And there was his very own stress vein, popping out.

“I meant, dragging me here! I’m babysitting you, not… not…”

“Moou, but, Kobagin! You’ve to try on your soon-to-be new pants AND new shirt! And it’s quicker if we do it like this: we can change at the same time and all!”

His glare increased as he crossed his arms. There was a better chance of Yukihiro-san’s cooking being qualified as gourmet before he would even think of buying those pants, or even more, even trying them.

And then Kazuhiro gave The Grin, the Kazuhiro-grin to the Asakawa-pout: the one it was impossible to say no to. Mainly because he was pretty certain that Kazuhiro’s brain was unable to process the word ‘no’ or that it caused the immediate contrary reaction, as violently as possible.

One day, when the all the possibilities and variants of it won’t frustrate – and scare – the crap out of him, Kobayashi ought to make an equation to explain Kazuhiro.

Muttering about stupid suizo and stupid parents that preferred body strength rather than mental and of course that turned perfectly capable people into idiots; Kobayashi unbuttoned his school jacket, putting it over the hanger, following with his shirt. He was unbuckling his belt when he felt Kazuhiro gaze upon him, hot and heavy over the skin of his back, giving him goosebumps.

“What?” he snapped. Kazuhiro’s grin, if possible, widened more.

“Nothin’. ‘m just watching Kobagin making me a striptease.”

Several things happened at the same time then. He opened his mouth in shock, he blushed and he tried to turn around to tell stupid, imbecile, idiotic Shiyouji Kazuhiro what he could do with his shopping trip and the idea of him ever, ever giving him a striptease, but before he could beat his shock to actually turn, Kazuhiro had moved right behind him, wrapping an arm around his waist, the other hand covering his mouth, almost pressing him completely against the cool surface of the mirror, already hard against the curve of his ass.

“Shhhh, Kobagin.” Kazuhiro whispered against his ear, his breath making him shiver in what Kobayashi reminded himself was righteous anger and nothing resembling lust. “Remember, we’re in public.”

At that, Kobayashi almost made up his mind to actually bite the idiot’s fingers covering his mouth, but then Kazuhiro made something with his tongue and lips against the soft shell of his ear that made his eyes cross and then close; a shushed moan slipping through Kazuhiro’s fingers.

He felt Kazuhiro’s grin against his ear, and the arm that had been tense around his waist moved towards his half undone belt and trousers, undoing them with an easiness that very possibly was never going to stop amazing him, and then he moaned again when Kazuhiro’s callused hand wrapped tight and warm over his half hard cock and started stroking, letting his mouth free to instead move over his chest, letting the rough pad of his fingers graze against a nipple and down his side.

His hands against the mirror were sweaty and he swallowed a whimper as Kazuhiro rubbed the slit of his cock, feeling Kazuhiro’s pressing just so against the soft spot of his balls, so hard, God..

“You alright, Kobagin?” Kazuhiro’s voice went through the haze that was his brain, bringing him back just a bit of conscience left to make him remember that yes, they were practically in public.

He bit his lower lip to stop a moan as Kazuhiro’s other hand curled over one of his thigh, trying to concentrate on the way the frame of his glasses was pressing against his cheeks (and if they broke again, he was going to make Kazuhiro pay), but, as if knowing, Kazuhiro did that thing with his wrist and Kobayashi’s eyes crossed again.

“I-idiot…”

“Mmm, I love it when you talk dirty.” Kazuhiro muttered with a smug grin against his neck, pressing a kiss just where his pulse was beating in a desperate staccato; Kobayashi gritted his teeth and pressed the flat of his palm against the mirror completely, searching for any kind of leverage.

“Oi, Kobagin, look.” Kazuhiro muttered again against his ear, giving a soft nip over his ear that made him gasp.

It took far more than it ought to actually open his eyes, or focus, since his glasses were slipping due to the sweat and even if they weren’t they’d be fogged, but when he managed, Kobayashi stared. Through the slightly fogged surface of the mirror, it looked as if they were melting; Kazuhiro’s hand wrapped tightly around his cock, the other hand clenching over his thigh, and for some reason he didn’t understand, watching it happen at the same time he was feeling it made it all the more real, the warmth strength of Kazuhiro behind him, or his cock between his thighs, and watching how Kazuhiro lick a lonely drop of sweat and feel the smooth wetness of his tongue against his neck and jaw and watch how his hand speed and…

Kobayashi made a mixed sound between a gasp, a whimper and ‘Kazuhiro’ and, closing his eyes, came all over Kobayashi’s hand and the mirror.



“Pervert.” Kobayashi said through gritted teeth a few minutes later, storming out of the store with the awful pair of pants he had had to buy (he wasn’t just about to leave them there after… after… AFTER!), still feeling every excessively embarrassed part of his body blushing; he could almost see the steam leaving his body; and he continued refusing to turn to see Kazuhiro. “Idiot. Voyeur. I’m NEVER going ANYWHERE with you again. Exhibitionist. Stupid pervert.”

“But Kobagin! I said I’m sorry!” Kazuhiro called out, sans shirt (Kobayashi so didn’t want to know what had happened to it) and without the shorts he needed, but, just for the record: Anyone who has a grin that big is so completely not sorry about anything in the entire history of human race.



The next day, Tsukada frowned when Kobayashi fumed and Kazuhiro broke down into giggles when he asked if Kobayashi had made sure that Kazuhiro got the pants that he needed but, as he had quickly learned with his team, he preferred not to ask.