Archive of Our Own

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The sun was just beginning to peek out from behind the morning cloud cover when Tanaka sauntered up the walk to the front door of the Nishinoya home.  He fished his house keys from his pocket, finding by touch alone the one that would allow him to enter the small house that he spent half his time at.

Humming happily to himself, Tanaka let himself in.  It was a beautiful Saturday free of morning volleyball practice, and he and Noya were going to spend it playing video games.  It was going to be a great day.

"Oh, fuuuck."

Tanaka froze in the genkan of the Nishinoya home, listening hard for what had sounded like the voice of his best friend.  Logically, Tanaka should be the only one awake in the house right now.  Noya's mom was already at work, and Noya usually slept until noon if Tanaka didn't come over to wake him up.  Maybe Noya left his television on last night?

Figuring that was the right answer, Tanaka moved noiselessly down the hallway after exchanging his shoes for his pair of guest slippers, listening for more sounds.  He thought he heard some rustling, but that was probably Noya just moving around in his sleep.  When he reached the doorway for Noya's bedroom, he quietly turned the door handle and pushed it open, ready to perform his signature jump-attack to wake his friend, only to stop dead in his tracks once more.

Oh fuck was right.

Noya was not asleep.  Noya was very much awake.  Noya was sitting upright in his bed, back against the wall, naked as the day he was born with his fist wrapped tight around his dick.

Tanaka's mouth went dry.  He shouldn't be seeing this.  He should just go back out the front door and wait ten minutes, then loudly come back inside.  But Noya was biting his lip and whining as he jerked himself off, one hand crawling up his chest to tweak at one of his own nipples, and Tanaka couldn't look away.

His best friend's hair was down and messy, the typical licks of bedhead sticking every which way without the power of gel to keep it in place.  A pretty red flush was dusted across his face.  His breathing came hot and heavy, with sensual little sounds being emitted every now and then when he twisted his wrist just right.

Move, Tanaka told himself. Leave.  Walk away.  Please, he begged, but his feet were steadfastly rooted to the floor.

Noya's pace increased, hand flying over his length with a frenzied fervor.  His other hand pinched and twisted his nipple, leaving it red and puckered when he abandoned it to bestow attention to the other one.  Tanaka felt a stab in his gut at the sight.

"Aaahh—nnn, fuck, ah, ah, shit, fuckshitfu—" Noya babbled, then cut himself off with a sharp cry.  Suddenly, white ropes shot straight from the tip of his cock, painting his chest in the sticky substance.  His toes curled into the bedsheets, back arching as his head ground into the wall behind him, stroking himself through his climax.

The blood that had rushed to Tanaka's face when he first saw Noya now drained out and pooled in his belly instead.  His eyes were fixed on his best friend, who was currently floating in post-orgasm bliss.  Noya's body was relaxed now, slumped against the wall on the few pillows he'd propped himself up on.  A small smile shaped his mouth, which was pink and slightly swollen, like he'd been nibbling on the lower lip before Tanaka had showed up.  His hand had fallen to the wayside, tracing patterns absentmindedly over his right thigh, which was covered with sparse dark hairs.

All in all, he was the picture of contentment, and his eyes were still closed.

If Tanaka was a smart man, he would've taken that moment to walk away and act like he hadn't seen anything.  It should've been his cue to take his leave.  But Tanaka hadn't been called thick-skulled his whole life for nothing.  Which was why, when a moment later Noya sighed happily and opened his eyes—presumably about to find something to clean himself off with—his gaze locked on to Tanaka lurking in the doorway instead.

"Ryuu?" Noya croaked, his voice still heady, and it sent heat straight south in Tanaka's body and promptly short-circuited his brain.

"Noya!" Tanaka exclaimed. "Nice kill, man!  Good game!  Strong!  Yeah.  Gonna, um, gonna—just—"

His fight or flight finally kicked in, and he flew just like a crow, turning on his heel and sprinting down the hallway to the front door with Hinata-like speed.

"Ry—wait!" Noya called after him, but there was no stopping Tanaka now. 

He quickly changed his shoes and then barreled out the doorway, ignoring Noya shouting for him from the bedroom.  The guy was naked and covered in jizz, so Tanaka was confident he wouldn't be closely pursued.  He had just decided to run all the way home—which honestly wasn't that far, just down the street and then a left and a right—when his phone started buzzing in his pocket.  Noya-san!!, the screen read, accompanied by a selfie of Noya taken from a hideously unflattering upward angle.

Tanaka slowed to a stop, fingers hesitating over the answer button.  He wanted to ignore it so badly, but the last time he'd ignored one of Noya's calls the shorter man made him regret it for months.  It had been a few years since then, but Tanaka couldn't risk it.  He shuddered at the memories of the vicious pranks and pressed answer.

"Ryuu!  What the fuck, man?"

Dread started churning in his belly. "Listen, dude, I'm sor—"

"Where'd you go?  We have plans, remember?"

"Well—" He stopped, caught off guard.  He knew they had plans, that was why he was over there in the first place, but—

"Saints Row, Ryuu!  Saints Row!  Get your ass back over here!"

With that, Noya hung up.  Tanaka pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it in surprise.  Noya was being normal.  And why wouldn't he be?  So Tanaka had walked in on him masturbating.  It was bound to happen eventually, with how much time they spent barging into each other's homes.  In fact, it was more surprising that it hadn't happened sooner.

Right.  This was fine.  Everything was fine.  Noya clearly wasn't upset about what happened because there was nothing really to be upset about.  Nodding to himself, pleased with this rationalization, Tanaka turned and walked back down the street toward Noya's.

And anyway, he thought as he walked, it wasn't the first time he'd seen Noya naked before.  It wasn't even the first time he'd seen Noya's dick.  They'd known each other since middle school and have been changing in the same clubroom for over two years now.  And one time they held a hands-free windmilling competition in the clubroom, which Noya had won simply because he hadn't stopped when Daichi walked in and started yelling at them.

It was, however, the first time Tanaka had seen Noya…like that.  With flushed skin, curled toes, working over his erection with breathy moans and a twitchy hand.  That was new.  Also new was the fact that Tanaka hadn't been able to look away, that he hadn't been immediately disgusted and turned around, that maybe he'd been a little—

Tanaka abruptly stopped walking, took a wide stance like he was about to perfectly receive a ball, then let out a guttural scream as he slapped both hands against his face.

It was fairly early on a Saturday morning, so he was mostly alone, but shouting in the middle of a residential neighborhood never went unnoticed.  A woman walking her dog turned immediately back around the corner she'd just come from.  A couple windows clicked shut, and someone shouted, "Fuck off!" from within one of the nearby houses.

"Sorry!" Tanaka called to the vicinity, then straightened up and took a deep breath.  That was just the thing he needed to clear his mind.  He paused a moment to relish in the surprisingly chilly August morning and began to briskly make his way back to Noya's home.

It was a weird morning, he admitted, but it was nothing to dwell on.  They'd laugh about it someday.  Knowing them, they'd probably laugh about it ten minutes from now.

"Sorry for the intrusion!" he called unnecessarily, letting himself in through the front door.

"There you are!" Noya said, his voice muffled as he came out of the living room.  A piece of bread was hanging from his lips. "Want toast?"

Tanaka's throat went a little dry.  Noya was dressed now—of course he's dressed, why wouldn't he be dressed—but even the loose shirt and boxers seemed indecent to him.  Tanaka had half a mind to dress Noya in a onesie so he wasn't showing any skin, but that would be weird, and he'd decided to not be weird.

"Ryuu?" Noya asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah!" he exclaimed, brought back to the moment.

Noya grinned, then ripped the toast from his mouth and began chewing. "Thought so.  Check the toaster," he said.  Then he opened his mouth to show Tanaka the soggy mess of toast there.

"Gross," Tanaka said, shoving Noya away from him.  Noya laughed and spun back toward the living room where the PS3 and the newest Saints Row awaited them.

That was good, he told himself as he switched his shoes for slippers again and walked through the living room and into the kitchen.  The toaster popped right as he walked in, two fresh slices waiting for him. That was normal.  This is fine.  Everything is fine.

He grabbed the toast and went out into the living room, where Noya was wiggling with excitement as he slipped the video game disk into the console.  As the game loaded up, they flipped a coin to see who would get to play first.

"Aw, man," Noya complained when it landed on heads, the side he'd chosen.

"What are you complaining about?" Tanaka asked, rolling his eyes as he pulled a pillow off the sofa to sit on the floor with. "You get to go first."

"Dude, you know the beginning is all tutorial and shit," Noya grumbled.

"So you'll be better than me cause you get all the practice," Tanaka pointed out.

Noya brightened at this, taking a seat next to Tanaka on the floor.  Their knees touched, and Tanaka pulled away before he realized that was being weird when he was supposed to not be weird.  Noya squinted questioningly at him but turned his attention back to the television screen and began a new game.  Tanaka set a thirty-minute timer on his phone and settled in to watch.

"Hey," Noya said, once the long introductory cut-scene was over, biting his lip as he directed his character to hide from gunfire. "About this morning."

Tanaka tensed. "Yeah?"

"I thought I'd be able to finish before you came over," Noya continued, a laugh in his voice. "Sorry about that."

"'s no big deal," Tanaka said, going for nonchalance, but his aim was apparently off.

"You sure about that?  You seemed pretty—fuck," Noya cursed, shooting at a terrorist. "Pretty freaked out."

"I was not—"

"Dude," Noya snickered. "You started congratulating me like we'd won a match.  Nice kill!" Noya full-on snorted, and it made Tanaka's face flame.

"Okay, fine, you caught me off guard.  Happy?" Tanaka said.

"Caught you off guard with how big it is, right?" Noya asked with a wicked grin.

Tanaka burned with embarrassment, and he fixed his eyes unblinkingly at the television, bidding his mind not to conjure up the image of Noya jerking off that was now permanently imprinted in his brain.

"Told ya I was a grower," Noya said triumphantly, then swore when a barrel exploded too close to him.

"If only the rest of your body followed suit," Tanaka countered, reaching out and patting the top of Noya's head.

Tanaka had hit his growth spurt in their last year of middle school, and he remembered the day they realized he had finally become taller than Noya and had to change the angle at which he looked at him.  Noya was so mad he swore he wouldn't speak to Tanaka for a week, but he caved after an hour.

"Oh fuck off," Noya said, elbowing Tanaka sharply in the side, but he was grinning just the same.

See?  You're fine, Tanaka told himself.

They settled into a comfortable silence, broken up by exclamations and excitement over the shootouts and action scenes.  Half an hour later, the alarm went off on Tanaka's phone, and it was his turn.  He took the controller from Noya and began to quickly learn what each button did.  Noya shifted and stretched out on the living room floor, draping his legs across Tanaka's lap, his usual position when watching Tanaka play video games.  Tanaka smiled and relaxed into it, grateful to have a friend as chill as Noya.

"Yuu?  Did you—oh, Ryuu, are you here too?" Noya's mother called when she got home a few hours later.

She came around the corner and smiled when she saw them sitting together.

"You look magnificent today, Nishinoya-san!" Tanaka declared, smiling widely at her.

"Why thank you," she replied, putting a hand to her chest and blushing.

Tanaka hadn't been lying or exaggerating.  Nishinoya Katsumi always looked beautiful, a combination of good genes, personal care, and the fact she was only in her early thirties, having given birth to Noya before she graduated high school.  It was easy to see where Noya got his hair, eyes, and nose when you looked at her.

"Quit hitting on my mom, bro," Noya grumbled good-naturedly as he always did when Tanaka complimented his mother.

"Can't help it," Tanaka whispered. "I'm a man of taste."

Noya sharply elbowed him, but Tanaka laughed and ruffled Noya's hair in retaliation.

"When you get home today, will you tell Saeko that we got in a shipment of her ice cream bars?" Katsumi asked, her voice floating through the house. "Or, are you staying here tonight?  I can just give her a call later."

"Nah, I gotta go home today, so I'll tell her," Tanaka called back, watching as Noya focused on out-driving some cops in the game. "She told me to tell you she has some new, uh…'hot goss' about the, um, poodle situation?"

"Ooo, how exciting," Katsumi said from somewhere in the home as she bustled about getting ready to go to her next job. "I'll definitely give her a call tonight."

Tanaka and Noya exchanged a look and rolled their eyes.  The boys had first met when Noya and his mom moved to the neighborhood five years ago before the start of middle school, and Noya's mom and Tanaka's sister had become friends almost as quickly as they had.

The women met at the local urgent care, where Tanaka had just gotten his lip stitched up.  He'd bitten it when he landed wrong after he jumped off a tall play structure in the park.  Well, jumped was a strong word.  Noya had pushed him.

At the urgent care, Katsumi kept demanding that Noya apologize, but both boys insisted that Tanaka had asked Noya to push him because Tanaka was too scared to jump on his own.  When Saeko finally arrived and had the situation explained to her, they had recognized something of a kindred spirit in the other, both stuck with raising nearly-feral teenage boys, and were friends ever since.

"Okay, I think I have everything," Katsumi muttered, digging around in her purse.  She'd exchanged her store clerk uniform for her waitressing uniform.

"Your bento is in the fridge," Noya said, eyes still on the television.

"Right!" she exclaimed, walking back toward the kitchen.  She emerged moments later and somehow managed to shove the bento box into her already-stuffed purse. "What would I do without you?" she asked, stepping purposely in front of the television to kiss the top of Noya's head.

"Kaa-san!  The screen!" Noya complained with a smile on his face.

She laughed and bestowed a kiss on top of Tanaka's head too before walking away.

"Stay out of trouble, boys!" she called as she slipped her shoes on and then left.

"Your mom's the best," Tanaka said when the door had clicked shut.

"She's okay," Noya said with a shrug, but Tanaka could hear the love in his voice. "When do you need to go home?"

"Ah, probably in like an hour," Tanaka replied. "Wanna come with?"

"Duh."

Tanaka smiled, and about an hour later they stopped playing and departed the Nishinoya residence.  They walked together through the neighborhood, Noya talking loudly about their new video game, and Tanaka was happy just to listen to him.  He'd always been happy to listen to Noya, even way back when they first met.

That trip to the urgent care hadn't been their first meeting, but it did come shortly after.  They officially met at that same park, but Tanaka had actually seen Noya for the first time a couple days prior to that.  He was waiting for Saeko on the bench outside some ladies' clothing store, sucking on the popsicle she'd given him as a persuasion to be good and stay put, when he'd spotted Noya across the street.

He saw a boy bouncing along the sidewalk in front of a pretty woman Tanaka had assumed to be the boy's sister.  The young boy skipped and darted every which way, pausing to exclaim over the tiniest things, then letting out a shrill laugh before continuing to be amazed by something else innocuous.

Tanaka's eyes tracked them as they continued down the sidewalk, and then—suddenly the boy was flying through the air, having caught his toe on a piece of cracked sidewalk.  He hit the concrete and slid, and the woman with him was instantly crouched by his side.  Tanaka waited for the tears and the hysterical wails, but they never came.

The boy rolled over to his backside and pulled his knees up, staring at and exclaiming over the injury with just as much fascination as he'd had when looking over the store front windows or the flower bush or the snail on the ground.  He smiled up at the woman, who laughed and helped him to his feet, and he continued to bounce along until they turned a corner and went out of sight.

Something behind Tanaka's navel tugged, and he suddenly wanted nothing more than to cross the street and share his popsicle with this strange, ever-smiling boy.

"What are you smiling about, punk?" Saeko asked when she came out of the store a half-second later.

Tanaka hadn't realized he was smiling, and he didn't know how to explain the big feeling that was suddenly taking up all the room in his chest, so he just shrugged and shoved the melting popsicle back in his mouth as they started walking home.  As they walked, Tanaka looked over his shoulder to catch one last glimpse of the boy, but he and the woman were gone, likely never to be seen again.

"What's got you so thoughtful?" Noya asked as they walked, breaking Tanaka from his reverie.

"Thinking about when we first met," Tanaka said.  Noya didn't know about Tanaka seeing him first just days before they'd actually met.  There was no reason not to tell him, really, but it was a moment that Tanaka just wanted to hold on to.

Noya laughed. "Sappy."

"Eh." Tanaka shrugged good-naturedly. "You got me there."

But how could he not be sappy when fate somehow guided them to meet again only a few days later at the local park in their shared neighborhood?

Tanaka had struggled to make friends as a child.  Something about his loud voice and his intense eyes and the tendency for his smiles to look like grimaces usually led to other kids not wanting to be around him.  He'd been particularly torn up about it after graduating from elementary school, scared about going to a new school full of new kids who would avoid him just the same.

His dad had told him it wouldn't always be this way, that he'd make friends eventually.  Then he said sports were a good way to meet people, and so Tanaka had spent most of the school break practicing to try out for his middle school volleyball team.

He was bumping the ball to himself at the mostly-deserted park, trying to keep control of it like his dad taught him to, when out of nowhere something came crashing into him.  He cried out, and whatever hit him cried out too, and they landed in a heap of tangled arms and legs on the grass.

"Whoa, watch out!" said his attacker, who appeared to be a boy about his age.

Annoyance flared inside Tanaka as he and the strange boy started to disentangle themselves.

"Who are you telling to watch out?!" Tanaka snapped, schooling his features into what he knew was an intimidating glare.  It was a face he made often at his sister, who always told him one day it might get stuck like that, but he didn't believe her.  Much.

Tanaka expected the boy to get startled, to shrink away, to run off and tell his mother or something, but he didn't.  Instead, he grinned widely, and Tanaka paused.  He knew that grin.  This was the same boy who'd smiled after skinning his knees the other day.

"I like your energy, dude!" the boy declared, then held his hand out. "I'm Nishinoya Yuu, and I'm new in town!"

"Uh…" Tanaka blinked and hesitantly took Nishinoya's hand. "I'm Tanaka Ryuunosuke, and I've lived here my whole life."

"Cool!" Nishinoya said, rising to his feet and pulling Tanaka up with him.  Tanaka was surprised to see the boy was several centimeters taller than him. "Hey, your name's really cool.  Ryuunosuke."

Tanaka blushed.  He'd secretly thought the name was somewhat of a mouthful. "Uh, thanks?  My dad and sister just call me Ryuu though."

"Like a dragon?!" Nishinoya exclaimed, eyes going wide and bright. "That's so awesome!  Can I call you that too?  I like given names better anyway."

"S-sure," Tanaka said, and he felt himself start to smile.  His name sounded nice when the boy said it.

"Sorry for crashing into you like that," Nishinoya said. "I'm training to be a ninja, but I guess I gotta learn to look where I'm going."

"It's okay." Tanaka spotted his volleyball where it had landed a few feet away and walked over to pick it up.

"What are you training to be?"

"A volleyball player."

"Wanna train to be a ninja instead?"

He paused, then shrugged. "Yeah, okay."

After that, he and Nishinoya met in the park every day so Nishinoya could train him in the ninja arts.  It mostly meant a lot of running and jumping and trying to be quiet enough to sneak up on pigeons, which of course they never were.  Every evening that week Tanaka returned home happier and sweatier than the day before.  His dad and sister were amused and pestered him about who he was playing with, but he avoided telling them.  Irrationally, he wanted to keep Nishinoya to himself for as long as possible.

Their ninja practice was how Tanaka had ended up getting pushed off the play structure.  Nishinoya had done the jump earlier, landing in a perfect roll and coming to a stop crouched and unharmed.  Tanaka wanted to do it too, but the height scared him.  He'd convinced Nishinoya to push him on the count of three so he couldn't back out of the jump, but Nishinoya's hands were too eager.

He'd ended up pushing Tanaka too hard and too early, and Tanaka tipped forward, arms wind milling comically in an attempt to keep his balance, but gravity won out as it usually did, and he came crashing down.  In movies and television, falling always looked like it happened in slow motion, but that hadn't been the case for Tanaka.  One moment his sneakers were desperately trying to keep a grip on the smooth metal bars, and the next his body was stinging all over and he tasted blood in his mouth.

The memory of Nishinoya laughing at his scraped knees had come back to Tanaka at that moment, but he didn't feel up to laughing about his own cuts and bruises.  Nishinoya was better than him in that way.  In all ways, he thought, ashamed at his failed jump.

Nishinoya wasn't bothered by it, though, and he didn't make fun of Tanaka either.  Instead, he helped the shorter boy to his feet and walked them to his house, which was just two blocks away.  His mother had actually been home for once, and she freaked out at the sight of her son bringing a strange bloody boy into her home and immediately took them to the urgent care.

"Why'd you push me early?" Tanaka had asked as they waited for Saeko to come pick him up, his speech somewhat slurred from his swollen and bandaged lip.

"I thought if you knew it was coming that you'd resist it," Nishinoya replied. "So I did it early to make sure you didn't."

"That was a good idea," Tanaka said, nodding solemnly.

On the other side of the waiting bench they were on, Nishinoya's mother scoffed as she turned another page in the magazine she was reading.

"Thanks!" Nishinoya said, ignoring her.

"I don't think I'm cut out to be a ninja, though," Tanaka said mournfully.

"That's okay!" Nishinoya told him. "I'll just be a volleyball player instead, like you."

Tanaka looked at him in surprise. "Are you sure?  But you really wanted to be a ninja."

"Eh." Nishinoya shrugged. "What I really want is to keep hanging out with you."

"R-Really?" Tanaka's face got warm, and he quickly turned his eyes down to his hands in his lap.

"Yeah!  We're friends, aren't we?"

Words failed him, so he just nodded as tears filled his eyes.

"But you gotta start calling me Noya, okay?  All my friends at home did."

"Shouldn't I call you Yuu, though?  If you call me Ryuu?"

"Nah, only my mom can call me Yuu.  Plus, our names sound too similar.  We can't be Ryuu and Yuu.  But we can be Ryuu and Noya." Nishinoya leaned down and over so he could get into Tanaka's downturned eyesight. "Yeah?"

Tanaka smiled as best as he could with his busted lip, and something indescribable burned in his chest as he answered, "Yeah."

Now, a little over five years later, Noya was letting himself into the Tanaka household like he owned the place, putting on his pair of slippers and walking straight into the kitchen to rummage through their fridge.  Looking back, it was a little comical that he'd been surprised that Noya wanted to be his friend, as if there had ever been any doubt that was what they were meant to be.  His childhood insecurities had their merits, of course, but upon reflection it was clear from day one that Tanaka and Noya were cut from the same cloth, that they'd found the person whose rough edges aligned with their own.

After deciding that they were both going to play volleyball, they'd thrown themselves into it with full force.  Noya quickly discovered the libero position was basically the ninja of volleyball, and a new dream burst forth for the both of them: Noya's to always be there to protect his team, and Tanaka's to be the kind of spiker who deserved to have Noya watching his back.  They hadn't ended up going to the same middle school, which sucked, but they played together during their spare time anyway and made the decision to go to Karasuno together.

Tanaka liked to think they'd both mostly achieved their dreams by now.  They were partway through their third year, Tanaka was vice-captain and the ace, and Noya was training a first year to carry on his legacy as Guardian Deity before going on to college volleyball.  But Tanaka knew that, no matter what they did this year, it would never feel like enough.  Their time was running out, just like it had for their own upperclassmen.

"What all do you have to do?" Noya asked, hopping up on the counter with a popsicle in his mouth that he'd stolen from the freezer.  Stolen was a strong term, though, considering that Tanaka made Saeko buy them just for Noya anyway.

"Prep meals for the week," Tanaka replied, opening the fridge to reach for the ingredients he wanted. "Then we should probably do some homework."

Noya jerked his head around to stare at Tanaka, his expression one of personal offense.  Tanaka held his gaze for a long moment, and then his mouth curved into a wicked grin.  Noya smiled and took the popsicle out of his mouth.

"Man, you really had me there for a moment," Noya crowed.

"Aw come on, you know me better than that," Tanaka countered.

"So we gonna play Smash?"

"Of course," Tanaka said. "After I clean the bathroom though."

"What if I clean it for you?"

Tanaka levelled him with a stern glare. "Saeko still remembers the last time you tried to help me with my chores, and yes, you're still banned."

Noya grinned, but Tanaka could practically feel Saeko's hand across his face when she'd discovered that all of her white clothing had turned pink in the wash load that Noya had done.

"Okay, okay, if you insist," Noya replied, holding his hands up in defeat. "When's your dad back?"

"Tomorrow night, I think," Tanaka said as he began chopping some green onions.

He'd become a halfway decent cook out of sheer necessity.  His dad was a flight attendant, which gave him a weird schedule.  He was always gone for days at a time, coming and leaving at odd hours of the day depending on what flights he was assigned to.  And since Tanaka and Saeko's mom had died eleven years ago, the pair had to fend for themselves most of the time.

Saeko's cooking was downright terrible, so at first they'd depended on takeout and convenience store food, but once Tanaka joined volleyball he had to actually start eating properly, so he'd forced himself to learn some recipes.  Now he had quite the repertoire.

Noya chatted to him amiably as Tanaka cooked.  The nice thing about Noya was that he didn't need you to talk back much.  Usually Tanaka did engage in the conversation, and half the time they would talk over each other in their excitement, but whenever Tanaka had to focus on something, Noya could go on and on by himself without any encouragement, a living white noise machine whenever Tanaka needed him to be.  Tanaka listened and responded when he had things to say, but for the most part he focused on the food.

Once the preparations were done for the week, Noya followed him to the bathroom and kept him company there too, still chattering about whatever popped into his overactive mind.  Tanaka was smiling the whole time, listening to the comforting and familiar lilt of his voice, which he knew as well as his own.  An hour later, Tanaka was done with his chores for the day, and they could play video games to their heart's content.

Tanaka and Noya shared everything that was possible to share, which was nice because that meant they didn't need to buy two of hardly anything.  One of the main things they split was video games.  They'd decided years ago that Tanaka had dominion over Nintendo—the Wii had been a Christmas present for the both of them from Noya's mom and Tanaka's dad and sister—and Noya would cover PlayStation, which they'd saved their allowance money for ages to purchase.

"S'up losers?" Saeko called when she got home late that night. "Y'all sitting in the dark?" she asked, flipping on the living room light.

They squinted up at her from where they sat on the floor in front of the sofa.  It had gotten dark quickly, but both of them had been too lazy to get up and turn the lights on.  Tanaka quickly paused the game.  He was currently winning, and he didn't want Noya to take advantage of the distraction of his sister.

"Hey big sis!" Noya called, smiling brightly.

"Hey Yuu," she replied, dropping her purse on the ground.

"Nishinoya-san says she got in that ice cream you like," Tanaka said in lieu of a greeting.

"Fuck yeah."

"And she said she'll call you about the poodle thing."

Saeko let out a squeal similar to the one Kastumi had emitted. "Oh it's so juicy, she's gonna love it.  You two sleeping here or there tonight?"

"Here," Noya answered.

"Ryuu, did you cook dinner or do I have to call in?"

"Look in the fridge before you ask me stupid questions," Tanaka grumbled.

She let out a brash laugh and continued into the house toward the kitchen.  Noya bumped Tanaka's shoulder, and Tanaka smiled down at him, and then they resumed gameplay.

Later, as Saeko's shrieking laughter floated out from beyond her bedroom door—she was presumably on the phone with Katsumi—Tanaka and Noya got ready for bed.  They had their own toothbrushes at each other's places as well as a slightly ridiculous amount of spare clothes.  The Tanaka household's guest futon had taken permanent residence on the floor of Tanaka's bedroom as of three years ago when the family finally came to terms with the fact that they never had any other guests, and it's been de facto Noya's ever since.

Tanaka laid in his bed, staring up at the squares of moonlight cast by the window onto his ceiling, and thought about how weird the start of this day had been.  He still couldn't believe he'd freaked out as much as he did.  He knew Noya jerked off, and Noya knew that he jerked off, and they'd even talked about it, but there was something about seeing it that was completely different.

Seeing Noya's flushed skin, his face screwed up in an expression of excruciating pleasure, hearing the breathy pants and moans, watching as Noya's hand stroked up and down, up and down…it had caused something in him to twist and tighten.  He'd been caught off guard, yes, but he'd also been—

Tanaka swallowed down the thought.  He'd been nothing.  He'd had a simple physical reaction that was to be expected when confronted with the sight of something sexual.  What was he but a red-blooded seventeen-year old boy?  It didn't mean anything.

He needed to get his mind off of it.

Shifting his pillow beneath his head, he drew his thoughts to a different subject, one of his favorites.  As he dwelled on the softness of Kiyoko's rare smiles, the way her hair flowed in the wind, he felt himself be dragged down into sleep, and he was all too happy to leave this weird day behind him.

/ / /

Kiyoko hovered above him, her lips mere centimeters from his.  Their breaths mingled, and he could feel her breasts pressed against his chest.  Her skin was soft, and when she kissed him he discovered her lips were miraculously softer.  She tasted like mint and chamomile.

Her mouth left his, and she slipped away from him, hands pressing and trailing as she explored his torso.  His blood rushed down to his painful erection.  He wanted to touch himself, but he waited for her to make the first move.  She settled herself between his legs, and he burned in anticipation.

Gently, he reached down and brushed a hand through her long locks.  Her eyes closed in pleasure, and she nosed at his stiff dick where it stood straight in front of her.  He shivered, and she shifted to wrap her hand around it.  He cried out in pleasure, eyes sliding closed as he threw his head back against the pillow.

Her small hand worked over him, and he noticed it was a little rough, a little calloused, but he didn't have time to dwell on that, because now her mouth had joined in the work.  Tremors wracked his body at the mind-blowing sensation.  He reached for her hair again, and his fingers found gelled spikes instead.

He opened his eyes to find Noya crouched in front of him, lips spread wide around Tanaka's length as he bobbed his head up and down.  His best friend lifted all the way off, a singular string of saliva still connecting his smiling mouth to Tanaka's cock.

"You like that Ryuu?" he asked, his voice heady and rough.

Tanaka's eyes flew open.  His heart raced in his chest as he fumbled for his phone on the bedside table.  With a shaking hand, he finally retrieved the device and saw that it was almost six in the morning.  He dropped the phone to his side and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes, positively burning with embarrassment.

He'd just had a sex dream.

That fact in and of itself wasn't unusual.  He usually had at least one a week.  But he'd never had one about a man, let alone one about his best friend.

Everything is fine, Tanaka told himself, picking his phone back up.  Yesterday had just thrown him off more than he'd thought.  It had been a few days since he last jerked off, anyway, so he probably only needed a reset.  He'd just gotten his wires crossed.

He opened a new incognito window in his phone's browser and navigated to his favorite website.  The suggestive thumbnails immediately got his attention as well as his dick's, and he scanned through them for something starring a woman with big boobs.  He found something that fit his needs—a boss lady fucking her male secretary—and was about to play the video when he heard a familiar snuffled snore and remembered that Noya had spent the night.

Cursing his luck and his already half-hard dick, he began to quietly sit up in bed.  His bed was positioned in the corner of his room, and the foot of his bed was blocked off by his dresser, so the only way out was over the side, where Noya was sprawled out.

Normally whenever he woke up before Noya and needed to leave the room, he just walked right over the boy, waking him up in the process.  Noya would curse and grab at his ankles in an attempt to trip Tanaka, which usually worked, and they ended up wrestling until one of them won out.  But the idea of wrestling Noya right now, post-sex dream with a growing erection, was out of the question.

Tanaka stared over the edge of the bed and figured he could probably tip toe over Noya's prone frame, but his friend was known to thrash suddenly in his sleep, and Tanaka couldn't risk Noya instinctively wrestling him when he felt Tanaka over him.  So that was out.  Which left him with one option: jumping.

He wasn't the most graceful person, so his landing probably wouldn't be as quiet as he'd want it to be, but even if Noya stirred Tanaka would be on the other side of him and free to escape to the bathroom.  Noya would probably just go back to sleep anyway if Tanaka wasn't there to wrestle with.  This would work.

Phone tight in his hand, Tanaka stood on the edge of the bed.  He lifted up one leg and stretched it out, trying to gauge just how hard he'd have to push off from the bed to clear Noya, but that was next to useless.  He'd just have to go for it.  Carefully, he tensed his left leg and prepped his right for the landing.  He tried to imagine leaping like a beautiful gazelle, then he pushed off.

But as he jumped, his socked foot slipped off the edge of the bed, and he tipped downward instead of forward.  His one thought before he crashed down right on top of Noya was that gravity had never really liked him.

"Urgh!  Gah, what—Ryuu, what the fuck?" Noya cried out.

Tanaka had landed with one knee right in Noya's gut and the other between Noya's legs, and the rest of his body on the hardwood floor of his bedroom, which he was grateful for.  What he wasn't grateful for was the fact that his erection was now pressed against Noya's hipbone.  And Noya was wriggling, trying to get Tanaka off of him, causing friction and—

"Move will you?  Get—god you're heavy, man!  When'd you get so beefy?" Noya asked, shoving at Tanaka's leg.

Scrambling quickly, Tanaka retrieved his phone from the floor and scooted as best as he could toward the door. "S-Sorry, dude, I didn't—I—"

But he was cut off by a telltale moan coming from his phone, accompanied by a music track and more sexual moans and phrases as the video's intro continued.  Noya's eyes widened gleefully as Tanaka's heart sunk.

"This isn't—" Tanaka started, locking the phone before it incriminated him further.  He hadn't locked it before jumping, and he must've accidentally touched the screen when picking it up and started the video.

"You're watching porn?!" Noya screeched, all anger and annoyance forgotten as he crawled over to Tanaka.  He planted himself with his back against the bedroom door, effectively cutting off Tanaka's means of escape. "Lemme see!"

"It's not—I just—don't—" Tanaka started, but Noya had wrested the phone from Tanaka's grasp and pressed his thumb to the home button, activating the touch ID.  Tanaka instantly regretted letting Noya put his thumbprint into Tanaka's phone years ago, but there was no way he could've predicted it would backfire like this.

"Oo, nice," Noya said, scanning over the video's title and tags. "Love a lady in charge."

Tanaka said nothing, just prayed that he'd combust on the spot.  Noya's shoulder was pressed warmly into his back, his fingers wrapped around Tanaka's phone, and it just made him remember his dream.  Noya was rocking his bent leg back and forth and knocked his knee against Tanaka's, and he jumped at the touch, causing Noya to peer curiously up at him.

"What's up?" Noya asked. "We've talked about this stuff before.  Why are you—" He cut himself off and grinned. "Oh wait, did you wake up with wood?  Were you gonna jerk off?  Beat the meat?  Have a hand party?  Are you still hard?"

Tanaka pressed his knees firmly together as his dick screamed for attention.

"You are!" Noya crowed with delight. "C'mon, man, no shame.  It happens to all of us.  It happened to me yesterday."

Doubt it happened to you after I was in your sex dream, Tanaka thought ruefully, wishing he could go back in time and start this whole morning over.

"You can take care of it if you want," Noya said suddenly. "I don't mind."

A buzzing filled his ears, and he hated the thought of Noya just waiting for him to come back while he got off in the bathroom, but at the same time Noya was giving him an out and he had to take it.  He didn't think this erection would go away on its own.

"You're blocking the door," Tanaka pointed out lamely.

"Oh, no, I meant in here."

Tanaka didn't know it was possible for him to blush more than he already had been, but there he was, probably turning purple at this point. "W-What?!"

Noya blinked innocently up at him, and sure Tanaka had never known the guy to be shy or embarrassed or have any reservations about anything, but this—this was something else entirely.

"You…want to…watch?" Tanaka asked, his insides squirming at the idea.

"Well you got a show yesterday…" Noya murmured, an eyebrow quirked teasingly.

His tone was lightly suggestive—a joke, obviously a joke—but it sent heat straight through Tanaka's body.  He tried to say something in response, but all his words got choked up in his throat.  Noya started laughing and blessedly pulled away from Tanaka so they were no longer touching, allowing Tanaka to attempt to calm his heartbeat.

Noya sat so they were facing each other. "No, man, I meant we could watch it together if you wanted.  No pressure or anything, but I could go for a good whack.  I usually do it once a day, and it just seems silly to have you do it in the bathroom and me wait till I go home when we could both do it here."

Tanaka stared at him, thinking it over in his head.  Masturbating together seemed like a terrible idea.  It felt like a line bros didn't usually cross, but more importantly he worried that seeing Noya's dick again, hearing his friend's turned on noises, would just serve to further confuse him.

But you won't be looking at him, you'll be looking at the video, he told himself sternly.  And maybe that was what he really needed.  He needed to watch some straight porn with Noya, the both of them getting off to the sight of a woman, to really erase what he'd seen yesterday.

"Okay," he said, and he hated the way his voice came out.  Strained, rough, unlike him.

Noya didn't notice how strange he sounded, though, just grinned like this was all normal and nodded. "Cool.  Bed?" he asked, nodding behind them.

"Y-Yeah."

They got to their feet, and Tanaka turned around and locked the door to his bedroom.  There was no way he was chancing Saeko walking in on them doing this.  He'd rather spontaneously combust than deal with the teasing and mortal embarrassment that would ensue.

"Grab your laptop," Noya said as he sat against the wall, positioning one of Tanaka's pillows behind him.  The sight reminded him of Noya yesterday, and Tanaka's throat went dry.

He moved slowly, almost robotically, toward his desk and picked his laptop up.  This was weird.  This was really weird, and he didn't know how to make it not weird.  He didn't know how to act or what to do.  Should they take their clothes off?  Noya already slept in just boxers, so should Tanaka take his pajama pants off?  Underwear too?  Would they just sit there naked except for their shirts?  Should he call it all off, laugh it away and go play video games?

But his erection was still straining against his boxer briefs, and he was out of other ideas.

Noya was watching him when he turned around, sitting cross-legged and bouncing his legs eagerly.  Tanaka sat next to him, conscious to leave space so that their arms weren't brushing, and opened up his laptop's browser and easily found the video again.  Noya settled himself against the pillows again and straightened his legs out, folding his hands loosely over his stomach.

Awkwardly, Tanaka set the laptop between their legs and pressed play, then mimicked Noya's posture.  The company's intro played again, then followed by some cheesy porn music as the camera focused in on a woman sitting in an office chair typing on her keyboard.  The office was sparsely decorated, obviously just a porn set, but the sets never really mattered anyway.

She was attractive for sure, a conventionally pretty face with her blonde hair curled and twisted up into a large clip at the back of her head.  She wore a blouse that was unbuttoned enough to reveal a lot of her ample cleavage as well as the top edge of her lacy red bra that you could see a hint of through the white fabric.  All in all, not a very work-appropriate outfit.  The camera spent several minutes slowly panning over every part of her body: her shapely legs, the tight skirt that clung to her thighs, her slender fingers as they pressed down on the keyboard.

Someone knocked at the door as the music faded out.

"Come in," she called, and a handsome young man poked his head into the office.

"Your three o'clock appointment just cancelled," he reported.

"Perfect," she purred. "Jonathan, don't let anybody bother me for the next hour."

"Of course, ma'am," he said, then closed the door.

Here we go, Tanaka thought nervously as the camera panned back to the woman, who scooted back from her desk and spread her legs to reveal that she wasn't wearing underwear.  Her pubic hair was cut so that she was bare except for a thin strip right in the middle, like an arrow on a map pointing right to the treasure.  She scooted her already short pencil skirt up her thighs and reached down with her perfectly manicured fingers to tease a finger between her labia.

The room was silent except for the woman's breathy moans as she pleasured herself.  Tanaka was hardly breathing himself, his eyes fixed on the screen, not chancing a glance to the side to see how Noya was reacting.  He wanted to touch himself—god he wanted to so badly—but he wasn't sure if it was too soon or when it would be appropriate or when it wouldn't be weird.

This whole situation is weird, Tanaka reminded himself, then the woman let out a sharp cry as she inserted a finger into herself, and he refocused his attention.

In the video, the door opened suddenly, and the male secretary was back.

"Jonathan!" she exclaimed, pulling her hand out and closing her legs quickly. "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, Ms. Carmichael, I thought you called for me," he said, blinking innocently.  The desk had obscured his view of her activities. "I'll go."

"Wait," she said, then smiled. "Have a seat."

He nodded and let himself into the office, closing the door behind him, then sat in one of the chair in front of her desk.  The woman got up, pulling her skirt down to where it was supposed to be, and came around the desk.  She leaned back against it.

"I've been meaning to talk to you about your performance lately," she said, tilting her head to the side.

The man swallowed. "Have I done something wrong?"

"No, the opposite," she replied. "You're doing spectacularly.  I've never had such an enthusiastic secretary."

"I'm eager to please," he said.

Ms. Carmichael smiled. "I'm glad to hear that.  Because, you see, I've been thinking of giving you some extra tasks.  Would that be okay?"

"Of course."

"Good," she said. "You can start…with this."

Tanaka thought that the true power of porn was that once you were into it, the ridiculous and unrealistic dialogue didn't bother you anymore.  He just watched as the woman pulled up her skirt, revealing her lack of underwear.  The secretary gasped dramatically and looked up at her.

"M-ma'am?" he questioned.

"Get to work," she commanded, sitting on her desk and spreading her legs.

The secretary got up out of his chair and went to his knees, then hesitated a moment and looked up at her.  She smiled encouragingly, and he stroked a hand up her left leg and teased the insides of her thighs with his thumbs.  She hummed appreciatively, and he leaned forward, pushing his nose between her lower lips, then set to work with his tongue.

Tanaka had begun palming the front of his sweatpants without noticing.  Suddenly self-conscious, he chanced a glance to the side and saw that Noya had one hand down his boxers and the other curled into Tanaka's bedsheets.  His stomach clenched tightly, and he returned his eyes to the screen.

As the video went on, Tanaka became more bold with his movements, the haze of hormones forcing away his worries of embarrassment and shame.  He gripped himself tightly through the fabric of his pajama pants.  It wasn't enough, but it felt good for now.  Beside him, Noya shifted his legs, letting them fall more open as he fondled himself underneath his boxers.  Then his friend let out a soft moan, and Tanaka swallowed hard.

On screen, the woman grabbed her secretary's tie and pulled him upright, tugging him into a sloppy kiss.  As they kissed, he fumbled with his belt until he got it undone and shoved his pants and underwear down, stroking his erection with one hand, teasing her wet, pink folds with the head of it.

Noya moved again, catching Tanaka's attention, and he pushed the waistband of his boxers down to reveal his hardened cock, his other hand still wrapped around it and pumping steadily.  Tanaka forced himself to look away, to pay attention to the video, but he still heard when Noya spat into his own hand and began jerking himself with more vigor.

"Fuck, you're so tight," the secretary grunted.  He was inside of her now, thrusting softly as she moaned.  He tore the buttons on her blouse open and pulled one of the cups of her bra down before clamping his mouth over her breast.  She moaned loudly, unabashedly, one hand still gripping his tie.

Unable to stand it now, Tanaka shimmied his way out of his pants.  If he were in a proper headspace, he'd probably be a little embarrassed, but his legs were getting sweaty and he just needed to get them off.  Without the thick fabric in place, it was easier to reach into his boxer briefs and pull his dick out.  He smeared his precum up and down his length, holding back a groan from the sensation.

The secretary's pants had fallen away from his thighs now, and he pulled away from her breasts so he could unbutton his shirt and tug his tie off.  He thrusted into her with more fervor now, and she writhed on the desk, letting out all kinds of high-pitched whines and cries.  Her volume increased, and she panted eagerly, telling him things like yes, right there, like that, fuck yeah, don't stop, until her back arched and her eyes rolled in her head from the force of her orgasm.

A few minutes later, she sat up and pushed him away from her.  She slid off the desk, ripping her shirt and bra completely off now but leaving the skirt bunched around her waist.  The man took a couple steps back and she went down to her knees, taking his length into her mouth.

Tanaka groaned, squeezing himself at the base and increasing the tightness of his grip.  Blood was rushing very quickly through his body now, and he was somewhat lightheaded.  He could feel his pulse in his neck, in his dick, in his wrist.  His thoughts were hazy, full of nothing but desire and arousal.

In the video, the man pulled the clip out of his boss' hair, letting the voluptuous curls down.  They weren't free for long, though, as he grabbed them up in his hands and used them to guide her head.  She moaned and gagged and choked on his dick as he fucked into her mouth, and Tanaka groaned, letting his eyes close for a moment.

Noya let out some kind of strange, strained noise, and Tanaka's eyes flew open again.  He looked to the side and saw Noya tugging at one of his nipples with his left hand, just like he'd been doing when Tanaka walked in on him yesterday.  His friend's mouth was twisted up and pursed tight, and Tanaka realized he was probably trying to stifle himself.  He remembered how loud Noya was that morning, the cursing and babbling and—

"Fuck me, fuck me, oh yes, like that," the woman cried out.

He looked back and saw that she was bent over the desk now, her breasts squished out beneath her.  The secretary's hips snapped quickly into her, a brutal rhythm that had her gasping, and his fingers dug into the flesh at her hips, holding on to her like his life depended on it.

Tanaka's breath was coming faster now, and he knew he was getting close.  The insides of his thighs tingled, and his abs kept clenching randomly.  He kept his grip steady but increased the pace.  Dimly, he wondered if Noya was close and hoped he was.  Tanaka didn't want it to be weird if he came way before Noya did, but he refused to let himself dwell on anything other than his hand and his cock and this video.

The secretary lifted one of the woman's legs up so her knee was resting on the desk, then reached forward with his other hand and grabbed a handful of her messy hair.  He wrenched her head back as she cried out, and suddenly Noya was cursing under his breath and curling his toes.

"Yes, baby, yes, so good," she gasped out, her voice strained from the position of her neck and their activities.

The man released her hair and her head fell forward again, her cheek pressed to the desk beneath her.  He slapped her ass and dug his fingers in, and then Noya cried out sharply, the loudest sound he'd emitted thus far.  Tanaka turned his head and saw Noya was in the throes of his orgasm, cum shooting from the tip of his dick and landing on his chest.  His legs shook, thighs trembling as he stroked himself through it, fingers loose around his length.

The heat and tension inside of Tanaka finally snapped, and his own orgasm came over him hard.  His head knocked into the wall behind him almost painfully, but that sensation paled in comparison to the pleasure that wracked through his body.  His fist continued pumping, almost by itself, and he drew his legs in and then immediately stretched them out again.  Moments later, the rush began to fade from him, and he could feel the sticky mess he'd made on his fist and waist and shirt.

He knew Noya was sitting next to him, that a porn video was still playing on his laptop, and he knew this was still fucking weird even if hormones and endorphins had tricked him into ignoring that for the past twenty minutes.  If he kept his eyes closed, maybe this would turn out to be a strange dream, and he'd wake up fine and not have to face whatever it was that came next.

But this wasn't a dream, and he'd have to face it eventually.

Reluctantly, Tanaka opened his eyes and turned his head to the side to find Noya already looking at him.  His eyes were still heavily lidded, and Tanaka could see his pulse thrumming in his neck.  A sudden wave of nausea overcame him, and he had to take a deep breath in through his nose to stave it off.

"Dude," Noya said roughly, lifting his arm and offering Tanaka his fist. "Nice."

Tanaka laughed with some effort and brought his left fist over—the one not currently covered in his own jizz—to bump their knuckles.  The anxiety in his chest began to ease slightly.

"You got tissues in here?" Noya asked.

"Yeah, on the desk," Tanaka replied, first reaching forward to stop the video.  It was almost over, anyway.  The secretary had pulled out and was preparing to cum on the woman's back.  He felt no need to see the climax or hear whatever corny lines about earning a promotion that were sure to follow.  So he closed the laptop and tucked his softening dick back into his underwear, then got up from the bed.

He went around to his desk, grabbing the tissue box off of it, and pulled a couple for himself and then held the box out to Noya, who took it gratefully.  Tanaka blushed when he realized Noya's dick was still out, boxers bunched under his balls.  He looked away quickly, focusing on cleaning himself up, and tossed the soiled tissues in the trash can.  Then he exchanged his now-sweaty shirt for a fresh one and held the trash can out for Noya.

"Thanks," Noya said, blessedly decent once again with his boxers back in place

"Sure," Tanaka replied easily.

"Smash?" Noya asked.

"Yeah, but then I really do need to do homework."

"Let's do it at my place.  You can help me with history," Noya said, sitting forward and stretching his arms over his head. "Hand me my clothes?"

Tanaka bent over and picked the shirt and pants up off the floor near the futon where Noya had shed his clothing last night.  Noya reached for them gratefully, and Tanaka's eyes traced his friend's arms, noting the ever-present bruises, and got one last glimpse of his chest before it was covered.  He waited to feel weird, for a flashback of yesterday morning to hit him, but nothing happened.  He just felt warm and kind of fuzzy, like he always did when he was with Noya.

This was a great idea, he thought to himself, a completely different tune than he was singing earlier.  But he should've known it would work out.  Noya always had the best ideas, and he'd gotten the chance to get it—whatever it was—out of his system.

He pulled on his pants and grinned, thinking it was going to be a great day.