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Yuji wouldn't say he fucked up, he just got a bit unlucky. Of course today out of all days had to be the time they're going through the students' bags. He just got caught skipping yesterday so he can't afford doing it now. He's also borderline failing most of his classes, so he really can't afford getting suspended too.
Fushiguro was his only choice, really. His grades are too good for the teachers to bother him about skipping classes when he uses it to study on his own. In fact, they're so good it's enough to save him from getting suspended from breaking some kid's nose every few weeks.
Also they were friends. Yuji thinks he's Fushiguro's only friend, even. A little favour won't hurt. So Yuji finds Fushiguro, of course, hanging out on the rooftop like the proper brooding teenager he is.
"Hey," greets Yuji casually. Fushiguro doesn't make any effort to open his eyes. "I know you're not asleep."
Fushiguro clicks his tongue. "What?"
“Someone lost their wallet today so they’re checking our bags. I need you to hold something for me.”
Fushiguro makes sure to let his displease known, sighing heavily as he pushes himself up. Then he extends a hand out, expectant.
"Thanks!" Yuji beams and takes the DVDs from his bag, one of the covers being a blonde American woman, back arched and ass in full display.
See, despite being a delinquent, Fushiguro was also kind of a prude. He goes bright red right to the tip of his ears once he blinks his initial shock away and Yuji almost thought the embarrassment was cute until the boy explodes.
“Are you stupid?! An idiot? You’re an idiot!”
Yuji pouts. “I get it already. If you don't want to you could’ve just said so.”
Fushiguro fumes silently for another few seconds before he snatches it away from Yuji’s hands. “Fine!” Fushiguro proceeds to stuff the DVDs into his bag without looking, struggling to fit them properly.
And you see, Fushiguro was also kind of a pushover.
"Thanks a lot, really," Yuji pats him by the shoulder and Fushiguro slaps his hand away. "I'll go over to your place later to pick them up!"
<3
Wearing Yuji’s favourite shirt is his brother, Sukuna, a nickname he got in school courtesy of being such a nightmare that it’s only right for people to call him as a legendary demon, or something. Yuji doesn’t know how the story goes. Maybe Fushiguro will get his own legendary demon name one day.
“I’m not coming home tonight.”
Sukuna doesn’t even acknowledge him, only moves to cross his legs on the arm of the couch while he continues to read his comic.
So Yuji adds, “Staying at Fushiguro’s.”
Sukuna’s hand pauses from flipping to the next page. “Why are you hanging around Fushiguro Megumi?” He asks which sounds more like, 'why do you get to hang out with Fushiguro Megumi' instead.
“It’s called being his friend, dude.”
Sukuna clicks his tongue.
“Food is in the fridge. You can just heat it up later.”
Sukuna frowns.
“Or eat it cold, I don’t care.” Yuji does, unfortunately. Sukuna might just skip dinner altogether just because he can’t be assed to heat up some leftovers. “Just put it on the pan, I doubt you’ll catch the house on fire.”
“Shut up. Weren’t you leaving?”
“Right. Off to Fushiguro’s.”
Sukuna perks up again. “Tell him—“
Yuji slams the door shut before Sukuna could finish talking. He hears a bang on the door and grins at the thought of his twin having to get up from the couch to pick his book up after.
<3
Girls don’t watch porn. And maybe in that extend, if you have a sister, you end up not watching porn as well. Yuji doesn’t have a sister, so that’s the only conclusion he can come up with. That, or Fushiguro was a closeted freak. His tastes are so fucked that he can't share them with anyone, kind of thing. It fits his reputation as the resident's most fearsome delinquent, or something.
The former is more convincing right now, though, when he offers Fushiguro to watch the new porn DVD with him and expectantly got a hard whack upside his head.
“My sister is next door,” he hisses.
“.. And?” Yuji tilts his head to the side, genuinely confused. “Why would that stop you from jerking it?”
Yuji had jerked off while Sukuna was next door. Not even his brother banging his fist on the wall to get Yuji to ‘shut the fuck up a bit, will ya’ could get him to stop. Still, brothers are different, though.
Megumi wouldn’t know since he’s lived with his sister along with a tall white haired man who likes to get into Yuji’s personal space and onto Megumi’s patience.
Yuji’s pretty sure the reason Fushiguro’s so pissed all the time is because he’s pent up from the lack of jacking off he's doing. Yuji's gonna do the other students a favour, really. Fushiguro’s probably gonna stop beating them up left and right once he stops repressing his inner desires.
"C'mon, it'll be fine," Yuji convinces him. Yuji holds up two DVDs and asks seriously, “Ass or tits?”
Fushiguro makes a face, and tells him to, “Stop being so crude,” and Yuji reconsiders watching porn with him. Despite looking like the type to fight god barehanded, Fushiguro sure is the perfect church boy.
Yuji shrugs. "Guess I'll choose." He is nothing but a determined man. He's going to change Fushiguro today.
He ends up choosing the Japanese actress despite his own tastes. Yuji would prefer the blonde, likes how her ass bounces while she's getting fucked, especially. But Fushiguro seemed more reserved, so Yuji gives in in the name of friendship.
Due to the lack of earphones and Fushiguro's sister being next door, the volume of Fushiguro's laptop is kept low and Yuji refuses to mute the video because or else what's the point.
Yuji pouts. He can’t hear shit, still. Even the steam coming out of Fushiguro’s ears are louder. Yuji is a physical kind of guy. Needs all five of his senses stimulated to really get into it.
It’s not really because of the volume anyway. The girl moans too quietly. A bit too reserved, for his tastes. He only bought this DVD out of consideration for others, anyway. Courtesy of walking in on Sukuna watching his porn with the most bored expression known to man. Thinking his brother might not be into foreign girls, Yuji got him some local porn instead.
Yuji could guess Sukuna’s type. Pure Japanese with their pitch black hair, and pretty, pale skin. He just can’t decide on the gender. But the bruise on his hip hasn’t faded yet and not wanting to risk getting a fresh one, Yuji went with the female actress. It’s not like he could find a pornstar that looked like Fushiguro anyway.
Yeah, so his brother’s pretty obsessed with his best friend.
Shit. Awkward thought. That could be enough to wilt his hardworking boner but fortunately Yuji is too much of a healthy teenager for that.
Yuji finally glances to his right, looking at how Fushiguro's sitting with his knees drawn up to his chest and face buried into his arms as if he's trying to hide. He's still watching though, ears red and Yuji wonders—
Yuji elbows him and Fushiguro jumps. "Relax," Yuji laughs, tugging at Fushiguro's elbow. "How long are you gonna sit like that? Watch it closer."
Fushiguro grumbles something under his breath and finally moves out of his hermit crab position to shuffle closer to Yuji's side.
“Nice to meet him, finally."
“What?”
Yuji points towards the tent in Fushiguro’s pants with jut of his chin. “Fushiguro’s Fushiguro-kun.”
“You’re an idiot.”
Yuji's really interested now. It’s kind of easy to rope Fushiguro into doing other things once he starts. The moment he registers that, ‘hey, Itadori was right yet again and this really isn’t all that bad’, he becomes very malleable.
“You could take him out, I don’t mind.” But maybe Yuji is kind of pushing his luck when he taunts Fushiguro into taking his dick out.
Except Fushiguro’s quiet, and Yuji doesn’t hear a no. There’s those moments where Fushiguro bites his tongue instead of being honest with him because he’s too shy to admit it.
Yuji's not gonna lie and say it's normal now. He's never actually done this before with anyone else. He doesn't like anyone else enough to hang out in their room after school anyway.
"C'mon, Fushiguro. Okay, I'll— shit, okay. I'll do it first." Yuji's hands are sweaty when he moves to unbutton his pants. Shit, he might be really nervous for this. But it feels good though, feels like he could breathe a bit better, even, once he gets his cock out. And he's so hard, he could hear his own heart pounding.
"You're so fucking annoying," he hears Fushiguro hiss lowly mostly to himself. He's avoiding looking at Yuji's way but Yuji can tell he's highly aware of Yuji's boner.
"C'mon, c'mon," Yuji urges him and Fushiguro finally moves to unbuckle pull his zipper down unsurely and Yuji's hit with the though of holy shit, Fushiguro's—kinda easy.
Still, it is embarrassing even for him because Yuji’s never really held, much less looked so closely at another guy’s dick before outside of porn. There’s not really much to compare, nor is there anything to win when Fushiguro’s slightly ahead in the length department while Yuji’s in the girth.
But Fushiguro’s in a much worse situation than him in terms of being embarrassed so Yuji stops himself from saying something as stupid as, look Fushiguro! If we combine our dicks together we’d get the perfect pornstar dong!, or something.
Yuji's kind of in a high from adrenaline now, his thoughts jumping from one place to another. Body moving before he thinks them through. All of his reasonings only going to, 'ah fuck it, why not?' as a conclusion.
"Wanna try something," Yuji mutters, getting up on his knees to close their distance.
“Wha-wait—“
Yuji throws a heavy leg over Fushiguro's until he's lining their cocks together, the other pinned against the wall and under Yuji's weight.
The voices from the video behind him is getting louder, he should probably turn it down but the way Fushiguro’s short nails dig into his arm makes him tune down everything and fixate on the quiet gasp the boy lets out instead once he realises what Yuji's trying to do.
Yuji shuffles closer, wrapping both of them together in his own hand isn’t enough, but the slide of their cocks against each other sure is. It's a bit dry, Yuji spits on his hand and tries to make it work anyway. Fushiguro doesn't sound like he minds, only bucking his hips and leaking so much precum that Yuji almost thanks him for the lubricant.
"You're so wet, Fushiguro," Yuji chuckles, quick to give up on frotting their cocks together, instead lets his own hang heavily as he wraps a whole fist around Fushiguro's cock. He watches with fascination the way Fushiguro shudders so violently once he strokes up until the head of his cock and back down to spread the precum down the length.
Yuji feels his own cock throb.
"Hey, Fushiguro. Give me a hand will ya? Getting lonely here," Yuji says, and Fushiguro still has the sass to roll his eyes before moving to grab Yuji's cock unsurely. Yuji grins. "Isn't that how the saying goes? You jack mine off and I'll jack yours?"
"Shit," Yuji hisses and Fushiguro huffs a laugh and loosens his grip. "Okay, I'll shut up."
"Tell me—" Fushiguro cuts himself off with a gasp, squeezing Yuji's cock again but so nicely this time almost as a gratitude. "Fuck, ah—wanna know what feels good—to you."
It just sounds so thoughtful Yuji almost fell in love.
"Just—kinda dry, try using your spit to—yeah, yeah," Yuji groans, watching Fushiguro lift the same palm that touched Yuji's dick to lick his fingers wet. "That's good," Yuji groans once Fushiguro wraps his hand around his cock again.
They're just in each other's space now, faces so close and panting almost in time with the video. Huh. Yuji wonders if this is what his brother’s wet dreams would look like instead. Fushiguro’s lashes are longer and darker up close. His lips are a bit swollen from how he was chewing on them nervously just now and Yuji kind of wants to kiss him. But that’s a bit—
He knows Fushiguro's getting close from the way his body twists, and his voice grows louder and more desperate. Small ‘ah’s and attempts at Yuji’s name before it breaks off into a throaty moan. Yuji leans forward until their foreheads touch.
“Fushiguro, your voice is very flattering but your sister might hear you.”
“I—It’s because you keep, ah, making me feel weird.”
Yuji flushes at his words. Weird, he says. It makes Yuji want to tease him even more. And it’s such a bad, bad idea but—
“Am I?” Yuji says quietly, presses his thumb right at the slit where he knows its sensitive and Fushiguro throws his head back, mouth falling open with a whine so loud Yuji had to cover the boy’s mouth with his palm, his fingers digging into Fushiguro’s cheeks in his hastiness.
“S—Shit,” curses Yuji shakily. “Sorry.”
Fushiguro lets out another muffled whine, bucking his hips into Yuji’s loose grip and gives this really sexy ‘hnn‘ once he tightens around the cock again.
Fushiguro’s hand on him falters but even without that Yuji feels ready to blow so maybe that's a good thing. He doesn't wanna come yet. He wants—needs to pay his full attention on Fushiguro first. Something about his dark eyes, eyebrows almost always pinched together now simply unfocused and glassy that fills Yuji with want.
"Close?" Yuji asks and he feels how Fushiguro tries to nod with Yuji holding onto his face.
"Gonna make you come," Yuji says, slides his hand up until he's playing at the tip the way Fushiguro really likes and jacks him off, short and quick.
Fushiguro finally comes and—and he’s so noisy. If Yuji's not helping him muffle his noises Yuji thinks he can hear Fushiguro's attempts at saying Yuji’s name, the way he'd get too overwhelmed he starts whining it, broken moans in between almost like a sob because Yuji’s still fisting his cock and he’s just so fucking sensitive.
Yuji’s getting distracted by the way Fushiguro’s face flushes all the way to his neck. His eyes are rimmed pink, glazed over and Yuji’s pretty sure he saw a single tear trail down his cheek. He only remembers to stop when Fushiguro tries to push him away by his chest. Right, right.
Yuji lets his head fall in the crook of Fushiguro’s shoulder, hand finally leaving the boy’s cock to squeeze around his own because, shit. He’s so fucking hard right now.
His hand’s a bit wet with Fushiguro’s cum, making it slide easier on his cock but the thought of that is so much, too much for him to handle. It kinda hits him that, wow, this is so intimate. He’s literally using Fushiguro’s cum as lubricant before they’ve even kissed. That’s basically dating and getting to third base already. He’s kinda in love with this feeling.
Yuji knew he was close but he almost loses it the moment he feels Fushiguro’s strong fingers gently placed over his hand, thumb shyly pressing on the underside of his cock while the rest of his fingers grip the back of Yuji's hand.
Then he hears Fushiguro ask, soft and genuine in tone, "You need me to spit on it again?"
Yuji almost blacks out the moment he comes at that, his final thought being 'wow, holy shit' like he just made a new discovery.
It didn't take him long to come down from the high, especially when Fushiguro's pushing Yuji off him. Yuji willingly moves away with a joking complaint of, "Most people cuddle after that, bro."
"Shut up," Fushiguro says coolly as if he didn't just tear up from an orgasm, closing the video on his laptop before slamming it shut.
Yuji hums in thought. "Think your sister heard?"
"I'll kill you and then myself if she did."
Fushiguro's kinda cute when he gets like this. Yuji kind of understands Sukuna's crush on him. Yuji wonders if he should tell Sukuna about his new discovery. Hit him with a, ‘Hey, did you know Fushiguro whines really cutely when he comes?’ and risk getting his face bashed in the second after it leaves his mouth.
"I'll take a shower," Fushiguro sighs then, pushing himself off the bed and Yuji takes in his disheveled appearance. Yuji feels weirdly possessive of the knowledge, somehow. This look on Fushiguro is something he wouldn't want anyone else to find out. He wonders what this feeling is.
“'Kay," Yuji says. "Got any tissues?"
“Just use my shirt and I’ll—“
Fushiguro turns pinker than Yuji’s hair when he sees the boy lick at his fingers curiously and immediately pulls his hand away by the wrist. “Don’t, you idiot! That’s icky.”
Icky.
“Fushigurooo,” Yuji groans. “You’re killing me.”
Fushiguro smacks him upside the head for that, painfully this time, clearly done with getting teased for the day and hisses, “Then die.”
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