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“Time to give back to the community!” Rumi shouted as she let herself into Keigo’s apartment.
“Calm down, Rage Rabbit.” It was her roller derby name, and Kei had to admit, it fit her. “You gave me pre-calc and calc students, right?”
“Yes, you’ve got pre-calc. So far it’s one student, but the notes say he might need three times a week. He’s coming back from a long absence. Why don’t you meet him and tell me if you have time for another student after meeting…” she glanced at her notes, “Shouto on Friday.”
“Cool. Maybe his dad will be hot. You know I love a hot dad,” said Keigo.
“Good to know there’s something in it for you,” Rumi smirked.
Five days later, he met Shouto at a public library. The kid had obviously been through something—one of his eyes had been badly burnt. He had dual colored dyed hair—white on one side, red like his scar on his left. Keigo wondered how it happened. He didn’t mention it, though—he wasn’t Shouto’s mom, doctor, or therapist. By halfway through their lesson, Keigo could see why it was suggested he get three days a week of tutoring.
“How much school did you miss?” Keigo asked gently.
Shouto bit his lip. “About a month. I didn’t realize I’d be so far behind. It was easy for me before.”
“It will be again. We’ll catch you up, don’t worry,” Hawks said.
“Shouto?”
Keigo stilled. He hadn’t heard that voice in months. He took a deep breath.
Shouto looked up and said, “This is my tutor, Keigo. Keigo, this is my brother, Touya.”
Kei turned. He could do this. His eyes traveled from feet in scuffed boots, up tight black denim, a white t-shirt with a low neckline. He recognized those gorgeous blue eyes. Keigo would never forget those blue eyes as long as he lived. The scars were new. It was clear that whatever had happened to Shouto had also happened to—
“Dabi?” He felt frozen.
Shoving Dabi against a wall and kissing the shit out of him. Sliding down Dabi’s body to suck his gorgeous cock. Fucking Dabi into the bed. Holding Dabi. Kissing Dabi—the soft gentle ones that came in the wake of their rutting.
“Hawks,” the word is a whisper.
“Shouto, I’m going to talk to your brother for a few minutes, okay?”
The boy shrugged and said “Yeah, okay.”
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Touya wanted the earth to swallow him. He knew he didn’t look anything like the red haired man who’d caught Hawks’ attention almost a year ago. Hawks had texted him a few times after he’d ghosted the blond—the night of the fire—but Touya wasn’t ready to share any of it. It still stung to see his lover’s last message, though—“I won’t bother you again. But I hope you have a wonderful life, full of all the things you don’t think you deserve, but you do. Good-bye.” But here he was in living color. Touya couldn’t bear the idea of Hawks seeing all his scars. He was still in medical staples from the skin grafts. He braced for rejection—this was Hawks, and he could have almost anyone he wanted with some enticing grins, flirty banter, sassy smirks, and a cock that proved God played favorites.
Hawks led him to a quiet corner in the stacks. His eyes flickered down Touya’s body—and Touya waited for the judgement. Hawks’ voice was soft and gentle. “So this isn’t fair, and I fully acknowledge it’s unprofessional, but were you just done with me? Obviously, you can tell me to fuck off. I just...”
Touya swallowed. “Because of the burns. I was in the hospital a long time. I don’t look the same. It was easier not to return your calls and texts.” He’d cut plenty of people out of his life. A number of “friends” had ghosted him after taking one look at his burns and skin grafts.
Hawks ran a hand through his hair, and it did absolutely obscene things to his bicep. “My friend Tensei got paralyzed in a car wreck last year. He’s in a wheelchair now, but he’s still Tensei. Do you think I’m so shallow that I would just see the scars and not you?”
It was too much. “Just…don’t.”
“Don’t ask you out?” Keigo asked him.
Touya let out of huff of breath. “Tch. I don’t want a pity date.”
“Pity date? I fucking like you. I was going to ask you if you wanted to be more serious—date for real, rather than fuck buddies—the night you never came to L.o.V. You’ve been through some shit that you can tell me about or not, but I want to see you. I want to know what your favorite food is, your biggest pet peeve.” Hawks’ gold eyes were flashing with frustration. “I want to know more about you beyond the fact that you fucking love bottoming for me. I want to do it right. And apparently with our real names, Dabi. You can call me Hawks if you really want to, or my friends call me Kei or Keigo.”
Fire flashed through Touya’s brain, unhelpfully supplying the memories in technicolor and surround sound, but he took a bit of artistic license and called him by his name.
Kei’s fingers stretching him, covered in lube. Kei’s cock sliding through his resistance. Kei moving inside him. Kei behind him. Kei above him. Kei. Kei. Kei.
“Loved,” Touya said flatly. He ran a hand through his hair. “Past tense. I don’t have room in my life for any of that stuff.”
Hurt flashed over Kei’s face. “Do you still have my number?”
Touya almost lied, then shrugged and admitted the truth. “Yeah.”
“We’re going to need to coordinate study session. The Flyers are in offseason so I have a lot of spare time,” Keigo said. “If you want to, you can also text me for whatever.”
“Why? We’re not dating, or fucking, or whatever that was.”
“That was lame. That was Hawks and Dabi. I want to know what Kei and Touya are like together. So we start again, knowing that we’re definitely compatible in the bedroom.
Kei’s breath on his ear, whispering filthy little nothings. Praising him for being so tight. The blinding pain and pleasure after edging for hours. The way Kei looked at him, so possessively, just before he came.
“Kei—” He yearned to believe Kei was being honest, but the only people who approached him these days had a fetish they needed to satisfy. Kei was hot, he was ripped, and he was the captain and starting member of the Flyers. He could pursue damn near anyone and be successful. Why would he want Touya to date him? “Is it because you didn’t get end things? Unfinished business?”
“I’d never force you to stay in a relationship, but yeah, we have an unfinished something. Like I said, I don’t know much about you. But I want to. Just think it over. Open offer.” The blond steps into Touya’s personal space, causing his breath to hitch. He takes a strand of dyed black hair and gently stroked it. “This suits you, although the red was lovely, too.”
Touya’s stomach lurched. “No, it wasn’t.”
Kei let go and stepped back. “I upset you. I’m sorry.”
Touya shuddered, then changed the subject to the day’s timeline. He managed to be both a mature-adult-who-plans-things, and an hurt child I’m-running-away-because-I’m-scared. “It’s nothing. You want to see Sho three times a week? Monday, Wednesday, Friday same place, same time?” Touya changed the subject.
Kei sighed and looked resigned. “Yeah, that works.”
“So we don’t need to text.”
“You sure about that?” Hawks gave him an uncertain smile.
“I have to get home. Thanks for helping him.” Touya needed to leave before he started crying. Well, he wasn’t able to cry now because of the burns that fucked up his tear ducts, but he dry sobbed into a pillow with the best of them.
When they got back to the table, there was a green haired boy talking to Shouto.
“Oh, h-hi! Sorry if I’m interrupting,” the boy said.
“Nah, we were wrapped up—boring adult stuff. I’m Kei, the math tutor.”
“Izuku Midorya. I’m a friend of Shouto’s.” The kid offered his hand shyly.
Touya watched Kei effortlessly chatted with the boys as he put his stuff away into a backpack.
“Shouto, if the rest of this weekend’s homework doesn’t make sense, use Da-Touya’s phone to text me. I’ve got your back.” Hawks picked up his phone, and slipped it into his back pocket—
Hawks’ biteable ass. Grabbing Hawks’ ass. Fucking into it when Hawks was in the mood to bottom.
—and gave Touya a wink as if he knew the directions Touya’s head had gone.
“Don’t forget to text me,” Hawks said in a jaunty tone before pulling on sunglasses and picking up his headphones.
“We’ll see,” Touya said.
****
Hawks left the bar around midnight. He’d been the opposite of chill, checking his phone so frequently that Rumi, Tensei, and Hakamada—who was into day trading and lived on his phone—noticed and commented on it.
There was only one conclusion to draw. Dabi—Touya—wasn’t interested anymore. Maybe Hawks had spooked him. But when he saw Touya, how else could he react. He’d been haunted by red hair and gorgeous blue eyes, although they damn near glowed against his dark hair. He still felt as if Touya was the one who got away, so of course he’d asked him out. But Touya didn’t want him—and he’d clearly been through something traumatic.
He could’ve taken almost anyone in that bar home, so why the fuck was it just him and his half hard cock?
I don’t want just anyone. I want him!
He took a few pumps of lube, then lay down and fantasized. About Touya’s sapphire gaze. More to the point, about Touya’s sapphire gaze when he’s on his knees and sucking Keigo off.
Fuck it. He’d take the fantasy and run with it. He palmed his dick, closed his eyes and let the fantasy run.
Touya, as he looked now, had reached out for him. It was Keigo, not Hawks, who kissed Touya gently, then with increasing need. He pushes Touya against a wall, and since it was his fantasy, he picked Touya’s thighs up to wrap around his waist.
“You’ll look so pretty on my cock.” Hawks began feasting on the dark-haired man’s neck, pulling the white t-shirt to the side so he can lick and suck his way down Touya’s neck. His neck as it looks now. Keigo doesn’t want Dabi anymore—he wants the real man behind the façade.
Touya made the best sounds. Gasps, groans, pleas, He rocked his hips forward to beg silently.
Keigo rocked his own hips forward, and Touya whined. “Kei, please…fuck me.”
A bed, both of them naked.
“Say you’re mine.” Keigo’s voice was soft but insistent.
Touya lifted his hips “I’m yours. Please fuck me!”
Keigo laughed. “In time.”
Touya was stiff under his ministrations at first, distrusting, but was purring like a kitten by the time Keigo had kissed, licked and sucked almost every inch of his body. When Keigo finally took his lover’s cock in his mouth, Touya alternated between twisting his fingers in Keigo’s hair and begging. Keigo would bob up and down on the shaft slickened with his saliva, tonguing the head, swirling his tongue around the head, sucking like a goddamn vacuum.
“I’m close, Kei,” Touya grunted.
Keigo responded by deep throating his cock. Touya gasped, then held the back of Keigo’s head as he swallowed every drop.
Touya flopped back, breathing hard. Keigo prowled up his body like a jungle cat. “We’re not done here.” Touya smiled and opened his legs further. Keigo settled between his thighs and gave him slow, lazy kisses.
It was his fantasy so Touya was already prepped.
As Keigo slid into that tight, hot hole, he whimpered with pleasure. It had been so fucking long. He’d kept Touya facing him, Touya’s legs wrapped around his waist. He watched as desire, frustration, hunger, need, and pleasure hit him like successive waves as Keigo bottomed out. He didn’t move, drawing the moment out.
Then he began to push into Touya softly, but he’d begged for it harder. Keigo had obliged him, rocking the bed with his thrusts. Touya had always liked him a little rough. Touya had also had a bit of a praise kink.
“You look so sexy with my cock in you. You’re such a good boy, Touya. You take it so good I don’t want another man under me. Only you. I’m going to fuck you in every position until we black out from too many orgasms.”
Touya let out a soft sigh. “What a way to go.”
“That’s right, baby, I’m going to take care of you. You’re so beautiful, so hot beneath me.”
Hip hips were losing their rhythm as the orgasm built. His mind went blank as his cock was squeezed. So hot, so tight, so his.
He came with his lover’s name on his lips. “Touya!”
Kei was panting in his bed, his orgasm painting his stomach as he came down from the fantasy.
Between the bar and the fantasy, Kei’s drunk and post orgasm mind found only one right answer. He picked up his phone and texted Touya.
K: Are you up?
Hot Stuff: Is this a booty call? Because I don’t do that.
Hot Stuff: Anymore.
K: I’m bored. Talk to me.
Hot Stuff: Is this drunk Kei or high Kei now joining the chat?
K: I’m only a little drunk.
Hot Stuff: Are you for real?
K: I’m also the stuff of fantasy.
K: Touya Todoroki. It’s a nice name.
Hot Stuff: Touya Tanaka.
Hot Stuff: It’s my mother’s maiden name
K: Keigo Takami. Nice to met you Touya Tanaka.
K: Do you happen to like or play hockey?
Hot Stuff: …
Hot Stuff: Your burning question at two-thirty a.m. was do I like hockey?
K: IDK. It was what popped into my head.
K: I was thinking about you.
Hot Stuff: I don’t trust this.
K: Just answer the question. Do you like hockey? Street, Field, or Ice?
Hot Stuff: I’ve never tried. I know you’re on the hockey team, though.
Hot Stuff: Which is part of why I don’t trust this. I’m sure there are people of every persuasion who would be happy if the great god Hawks was to pick them to warm your bed. I don’t even know what the positions are or anything besides hockey equals fights and skating.
K: lol. So you like me despite the hockey, not because of it. I like it.
Hot Stuff: Who said I liked you?
K: Fair point. Favorite color?
Hot Stuff: Blue. I got some flames tattooed over my back where the scarring is bad. Blue flames are hotter and more dangerous that the typical orangey-yellow.
Hot Stuff: Aren’t you going to ask about the scarring?
K: I hoped you would tell me when you’re ready. It’s your secret.
Hot Stuff: To recap, though, we were fuck buddies, then I disappeared for three months, come back disfigured and your first thought was “I wanna hit that?”
K: I wouldn’t say FIRST thought. It was like thought number seven.
Hot Stuff: Has anyone ever told you that you’re headache inducing?
K: My best friend. Rumi.
Hot Stuff: I rest my case.
Hot Stuff: You should get some sleep. It’s almost three.
K: Only if you go to sleep, too.
Hot Stuff: You win. Goodnight, Kei.
K: Goodnight Touya
K: Kiss emoji
K: Sleeping emoji
K: Gif of a kitten falling asleep and falling over.
Hot Stuff: You are SO annoying. Go the fuck to sleep, Kei.
K: Pouting face emoji
Hawks plugged his phone in and fell asleep with a smile on his face. Tomorrow he’d call a convocation of his closest friends to help him make a plan to woo Touya Tanaka. The only man he’d ever been with who didn’t give a shit about hockey or how well he played it.