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“Yo, kyodai?”
“Huh?” Majima almost shouted behind him so Saejima could hear over the sound of him rummaging through their scant fridge for the can of good beer he naively left in there for anyone to steal.
“Ya’ve bottomed before, right?”
“Yeah. Didja drink my beer?”
“Ya like it?”
“Yeah, that’s why I fuckin’ bought it.” Majima had already torn the entire fridge and its meager contents apart yet stubbornly continued searching in vain. “For me. To drink.”
“Been thinkin’ I’d like ya to fuck me.”
Thud. “HUH?”
In his haste to extricate himself from the fridge, Majima had banged his head against one of the shelves. Maybe that concussed him. Maybe he had a concussion and he was hallucinating this conversation right now. He stood up and turned around to look at his bro.
“I got a funny feeling this ain’t about beer.”
Their relationship really wasn’t all that complicated. For the most part, they were just good pals. Every now and then they’d frot or jerk each other off, but each usually had someone else they were seeing. Sure, when they were teens they’d make out sometimes. However, as time passed, they came to the conclusion that they were not really compatible sexually and agreed that they were simply better off as friends. Well, at least until this very moment, when Saejima decided to throw a wrench in their dynamic.
“I’ve just been thinkin’ about it and I wanted to try bottoming,” Saejima stated plainly. “I think I’ve been too caught up in a bunch of bullshit about my own manliness or whatever.”
Majima just blinked back. “Why me?”
“Yer my kyodai, I trust ya, so I wanted it to be you,” he said, like it should’ve been obvious.
Majima was quiet for a moment. He needed to process this; none of it felt real.
He put his hands on his hips to ground himself. Damn, he wished he would’ve found that beer because it would’ve been great to have some alcohol in him for this conversation.
“Ya don’t gotta if ya don’t wanna.” Saejima interrupted Majima’s thoughts as they verged on spiraling.
“No! I want to!” Majima blurted with such haste that his accent slipped.
“Ahem. I was just surprised is all. This’s all just kinda outta the blue, y’know?” Majima continued to stand awkwardly opposite Saejima, unsure what to do with his body.
“Great. No rush, but Yasuko’s got the graveyard shift tonight.”
“Great.”
“Ya gonna close the fridge or what?”
“FUCK!”
——
The time flew by in a haze as Majima approached the point of no return: having what was indisputably considered actual sexual intercourse with his kyodai. He took a bath even though it wasn’t bath day. He brushed AND flossed his teeth. He even shaved his little baby mustache. Majima hadn’t even been this fastidious when he lost his virginity.
There was just something different about it being with Saejima, especially considering what he was asking of Majima. He was entrusting himself to him at his most vulnerable. Saejima was important to Majima, so he couldn’t fuck this one up. He wasn’t some random punk or hostess he’d only see for one night and forget their name the next day.
As Majima contemplated the weight of what was about to happen, Saejima emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, long hair still wet from washing up. Majima gawked up at him from where he sat on the futon despite his own partial nudity being in just his underwear.
“Shall we get started?” Majima asked, trying to mask his nervousness with goofy faux gentlemanliness.
“It’s yer circus tonight, kyodai.”
“Ya callin’ me a clown?”
Saejima’s usual teasing dissolved a little of the tension in the air, which empowered Majima to strike back. Majima hooked Saejima’s ankle with his foot, sweeping his friend to the ground. Having caught his partner unawares, Majima took advantage of Saejima’s moment of confusion to drag his large, damp body onto the futon before straddling his chest.
“Those’re fightin’ words, not fuckin’ words, kyodai,” Majima said through a smirk.
“I’d say ‘if the red nose fits,’ but I’ll wait till ya turn around and admire yer own work.” Saejima returned the smirk.
Majima gave him a confused eyebrow before taking a glance over his own shoulder.
The towel was gone. Amid Majima’s theatrics, the precarious tuck keeping the towel around Saejima’s hips lost its valiant battle with the floor’s friction. In its place stood Saejima’s growing erection, rising half-hard above his strong thighs and full bush.
When Majima regained the sense to turn back to his kyodai, he was blushing just as Saejima had predicted. Fuckin’ smartass.
“Ya gonna let me prep ya or are ya too busy mouthin’ off?” Majima pouted.
“Ya this snarky with all your boytoys or is this kyodai discrimination?” Saejima retorted.
Majima rolled his eyes. “I got it, I got it.”
Majima lifted himself off of Saejima to kneel beside him, then gently grabbed his hips to signal that he should roll over. Saejima, having extensive experience on the other side of things, obeyed and knowingly folded his knees under himself, bare ass up in the air.
Majima felt his face and neck grow warm and briefly forgot what he had meant to do. Once he shook off the ass-induced daze, he grabbed lube bottle he set out while Saejima had been in the shower and finally got down to business. He did his best to warm the bottle a little with his hands then squeezed some out onto his fingers.
“Ready?”
“Mm.”
With his kyodai’s grunt of a reply, Majima circled a finger over Saejima’s tight rim before easing inside. He gently pressed and prodded around with just the one digit. Saejima’s breathing picked up, but he was otherwise mostly silent.
“That alright?” Majima asked, just checking in. He wanted to make sure his kyodai’s first time on that side was free from pain.
“Actually, could we do this facin’ the other way? I kinda wanna look atcha,” Saejima said.
“Uh, sure?”
Majima withdrew his finger and sat back on his heels while Saejima turned himself over. He kept his gaze affixed on a random spot on the ground, willing his slight flush to cool off before Saejima noticed. Majima didn’t want to admit it, but the sudden request had flustered him a little.
Once Saejima was on his back, Majima dove right back in, this time working up to a second finger. As he continued fingering him, Majima’s free hand wandered to Saejima’s cock. He stroked him a few times before bringing his tongue down to give the tip a lick. Saejima let out a small moan, which Majima took as a signal to continue.
He dragged his tongue around the head before taking half of Saejima’s rather impressive member into his mouth. More impressive, however, was Majima bringing his head further down to fit the remaining length down his throat as he added another finger to Saejima’s hole. This finally turned Saejima’s soft huffs and groans into a sounds even Saejima had never heard himself make before. Majima bobbed up and down on his cock, endeavoring to draw Saejima’s pleasure-drunk voice out again.
“Fuck,” he sighed. “Are ya done yet?”
“Mm mm,” Majima hummed in the negative on Saejima’s cock.
The vibration of Majima’s vocal cords shot up through Saejima’s body like a zap of electricity. Saejima’s resulting howl only made Majima double down in all directions as he pushed Saejima’s hips up against his face and increased his fingers’ pace in Saejima’s ass, finally starting to go for his prostate.
“Gonna… ngk… cum,” Saejima gasped out.
Despite his kyodai’s warning, Majima remained steadfast on the man’s dick even as his head jerked back in a moan and his cum spurted into Majima’s mouth. He pulled his finger’s out from Saejima’s hole then signaled for him to look at him. Still coming down from his orgasm, Saejima weakly brought his chin to his chest to see his own spend on Majima’s outstretched tongue. Majima made a show of proudly displaying the fruits of his labor before swallowing his prize.
“Ready for the main event or ya need a little breather?” Majima gave a self-satisfied smirk.
“Whadda YOU think?” Saejima panted. “Fuck’s sake, I asked ya to top me, not milk me.”
“I dunno, kyodai, seemed like ya were really enjoyin’ yerself…”
Majima reached for a condom, but Saejima lightly grabbed his wrist before he could close his fingers around it.
“Lemme do it.”
Majima just blinked blankly at him a few times before silently withdrawing his hand. Saejima sat all the way up then took the condom in one hand and Majima’s dick in the other. Majima unintentionally mewled at the sensation of Saejima’s rough hand on his member even though he was (mostly) expecting it. Despite not having touched himself yet, Majima was already rock hard. Still, Saejima gave him a couple strokes for good measure before rolling on the condom.
“I know we’re both clean so I was gonna suggest we not use these but fuck that was hot,” Saejima said, eyes still on Majima’s cock.
“I was gonna say it ain’t too late to take it off but now I think I’m too impatient for that,” Majima panted. “How ya wanna do this?”
Saejima smirked as he wordlessly pushed his kyodai down onto the futon and got up to straddle him. He then reached back to guide Majima’s dick into his lubed up hole, maintaining eye contact with Majima as he slowly sank down onto it.
Majima tried desperately to keep his cool, yet he could not help how his eyes went wide and his fingers dug into Saejima’s thighs at the sight of how fucking sexy this was. He had never once fathomed the possibility of this scenario before, but he decided right then and there that this was something he had always wanted and it would happen again.
It felt like ages before Saejima started to move. In reality, he probably should’ve given himself some more time to adjust. However, he was just as horny and impatient as Majima.
He experimentally sat up a little on his knees before slamming himself back down onto Majima’s cock. Majima encouraged him with hands on his hips pulling Saejima onto him. It felt good. Really good, but Saejima was still chasing that electric feeling from when Majima was fingering him.
Saejima planted his feet on the ground on either side of Majima’s hips so that he could shift into a squatting position. He put his well-trained glutes to work ferociously bouncing on Majima’s now aching member. The view alone was driving Majima crazy enough; the addition of the brutal friction of Saejima’s tight heat across Majima’s entire length just about launched him into orbit.
When Saejima leaned back onto his hands for better leverage, Majima spotted an opening to get even. He quickly grabbed hold of Saejima’s leaking cock as it flopped uselessly between them, then began stroking in time with Saejima’s springing thrusts. Saejima’s face contorted in a mix of pleasure and overstimulation at the sudden touch. Soon, his movements grew irregular, so Majima increased his already punishing pace to bring Saejima over the edge.
Saejima’s whole body shook as Majima continued stroking him through his orgasm, painting him with his own cum with each swipe. With how tightly Saejima clenched around him, Majima was not far behind. He spilled into the condom remembering what Saejima had said before. Next time—because again, there would be one—he’d breed his kyodai raw.
Both men stilled as they came down from their shared climax. Saejima flopped bonelessly onto Majima’s heaving chest, inadvertently knocking out what little wind was left in his skinny friend with his massive body.
“GUH!” he exclaimed. “I’ll take that to mean ya had a good time?”
“If I’da known it would be like that I woulda asked ya to do this way sooner.”
“Well ya gotta get yer heavy ass offa me then ‘cause it ain’t never gonna happen again if I’m fuckin’ crushed to death.”
The two both groaned as Majima pulled out and rolled Saejima off of him. Majima removed and tied off the condom before getting up to throw it away. He returned with a damp washcloth and a glass of water for the starfished Saejima sprawled out on the ground. He notified Saejima of his presence by touching the condensation on the bottom of the glass to Saejima’s forehead.
“‘preciate it.” Saejima grabbed around for the glass and sat up.
“No prob.” Majima went to wipe Saejima down until he felt a firm grip on his wrist.
“Ain’t just for the water.” Saejima’s eyes flitted between each of Majima’s with determination.
Majima’s mouth fell open as he tried to process what was going on.
“I know our relationship has always been…ambiguous and unconventional, but I just wanted ya to know yer one a’ the most important people in the world to me, whether yer my friend, my kyodai, my lover… It doesn’t matter what ya wanna call it but I really appreciate’cha doin’ this for me.”
Majima searched Saejima’s face for a moment. His brows were knitted into that perpetual glare of his, only in this context it seemed more like a game face. Like he was hyping himself up. Actually, what Saejima said kinda sounded like– no… really? That kinda sounded like a confession!
“If yer tryna tell me ya love me, I love ya too, ya big sap. Yer my ride or die, and ya just rode me so it looks like we’ll live to see another day.”
Saejima gave Majima a big shove before doubling over in a hearty laugh.
“God forbid a man express a little gratitude! Gimme that shit.” Saejima snatched the cloth out of Majima’s hand to wipe himself down.
“When does Yasuko-chan get off?”
“Hell, the sun’ll probably be out by then.”
Majima’s lips curled into a devious grin. “Then why don’t we take a bath instead?”
Saejima sighed. “Yer a terrible influence.”
—
Entwined under one blanket spread across their two futons pushed together, Majima and Saejima stirred at the sounds of jangling keys and crinkling plastic.
“Welcome home,” Saejima croaked sleepily.
“I’m back,” Yasuko whispered with a grimace even though obviously she’d already woken everyone up and didn’t really need to whisper. “Sorry.”
Majima peered over at the grocery bag on the counter.
“Whatcha got there?” he asked, rubbing the sleep from one of his eyes.
“Oh…” Yasuko looked away sheepishly. “I accidentally drank one of yer beers the other day, so I picked up some more. Sorry… again…”
Majima was at a loss for words. This fuckin’ family.