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Just because they have no one, doesn't give them the right to cockblock us, Chigiri grimly thought.
The dinner had his favorite manju and even Isagi's kintsuba but now gazing at the sweet gaze Isagi was sending him made him want to eat something else entirely. A thought comes to him. His eyes looked back at his knee and a tiny cat-like grin appeared.
"Isagi, can you help me find my leg care kit?" He asked, slinging his weight on his knees and gazing at Isagi out of the corner of his eyes.
"Huh?" Isagi asked dumbly (or quite cutely) what Chigiri might add.
Chigiri furrowed his eyebrows, hoping that Isagi got the hint. After a slow beat, his cheeks bloomed and a hurried nod came his way.
"Oh! Of course, I think it was left back in the room." Isagi said, his hands moving up to cover his red cheeks, his eyes darting around the room.
"Great, let's go," Chigiri said satisfied, lightly pushing Isagi up.
That is until one of the cockblocks interrupts. "Isagi, can you pass me the gyoza?" Bachira asked fondly, rubbing his hands together like the devil.
Count your days, Bachira.
"Huh okay, sure," Isagi said, his hand reaching over for the eight sets of gyoza.
Chigiri almost bit his tongue out. Damn, his sweet stupid boyfriend who was unaware of the other's attempt to pry his attention away from him.
"Here." Chigiri strode over, his body moving across Isagi’s, his arms bringing the plate of gyoza to him.
Happy?
"Thanks," Bachira said, eyes meeting Chigiri’s head-on. I see what you’re playing.
"Okay, now if you don't mind we will be going."
"But Isagi you said that you would watch the match playback with me!"
"Oh, I did say that," Isagi gave Chigiri a sorry look.
Chigiri gritted his teeth. This was going nowhere!
Chigiri pulled Isagi towards him. His arms strewn around his slender chest, the two of them perfectly slotting together. Finally, with the familiar scent of Isagi and a slight sweetness coming from kintsuba, his body slumped.
"Isagi my knee really needs that care right now." He demanded, coddling Isagi’s body close to his. His Kagoshima dialect slipping out at each strand of sanity his teammates are so lovingly pulling out of him.
"There goes Princess Chigiri again."
"Again with that act?"
Isagi clasped his hands together. Already reading the air, apologized for Chigiri’s selfish manners and started acting nurse to his boyfriend.
"I'm sorry guys, let me get Chigiri's leg care kit then we'll be back!”
"Come back quickly!"
"Nah, take your time!" Otoya said.
"You owe us, Chigiri!" Karasu added, pulling Nagi and Bachira away and covering their mouths to prevent them from saying another word.
Chigiri waved at them behind his back, he makes a note to himself to send those two a pass whenever he has a chance to.
——
"Where are you guys going?" Reo asked them.
Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.
Chigiri's strides did not stop, but Isagi stopped, his feet were frozen and Chigiri halted with him.
"Um, we're going to get drinks." Isagi supplied, lamely rubbing his neck.
"Oh, but aren't there drinks already provided there?"
"No, but we are getting our bottles."
Reo blinked. Chigiri glared at him, he knows that Reo is able to read the room. He should know that he and Isagi are in a relationship. He should have known that something was going on ever since Isagi chose him in the second selection. Chigiri wanted to have faith that Reo could read between the lines.
Finally, after a quick flash of understanding, Reo nodded slowly over to Chigiri’s way. Thank god, Reo was such a good wingman.
"Alright, I'll see you there."
Thank you, Reo.
Before Reo could walk off, he paused and turned back to face them.
Oh no, what is it now? Are you going to join the shit list with them? Chigiri bitterly thought. He wouldn’t find it too hard to see Reo being the petty type. Although he was fine with the heir, Chigiri wasn’t sure if Reo held some kind of resentment towards his lover for Nagi choosing him in the second selection.
Chigiri stepped in, crossing over to Isagi’s front.
Reo smirked, an easy smile stitched into his face.
"But I don't recommend finding the bottles in your room. I think I saw it somewhere else,” Reo pointed his chin up at the cameras. “Try the locker room instead."
Oh, well never mind. Chigiri immediately scratched Reo off his hypothetical shit list and instead added him to a different list instead.
Reo, a true wingman, Chigiri never doubted him for a second.
"Oh, I see. Thanks." Isagi said, innocently.
He probably believed in Reo’s words and genuinely thought that Reo truly saw their bottles in the locker room instead of subtly warning them of Ego.
Now he was the true cockblocker, no one else in Bluelock held a candle to his cockblocking ways. Rather than making the world’s greatest striker, he was making the world's bluest balls. And it wasn’t the soccer balls.
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“Reo was nice enough to tell us to go to the locker rooms.”
Chigiri blinked. God, his boyfriend is so precious and stupid. Off the pitch, his IQ dropped a few points. It’s as if his high soccer IQ was balanced by his blatant obliviousness.
“Now where are the bottles.”
Isagi dipped down, his dark blue sweatpants clung to his hips, waist, and ass. He had to be doing this intentionally right? Or was he trying to kill him? With the way, his back arched and his knees bent at the perfect angle for Chigiri to witness all of Isagi’s glory.
Even during the dinner, he could see how Isagi’s eyes ever so slightly glanced towards his way. And Chigiri was so sure that the slight pat on his thighs wasn’t from the twitching Tokimitsu but from Isagi’s shy fingers.
Chigiri could feel blood rush to that one place again. All the red disappeared from his hair and dipped down to his cheeks, ears, and that one area that unfortunately he and Isagi haven’t been meeting often. Or in fact not at all since they barely progressed farther than a kiss and a few rubs here and there?
The reason? His teammates seemed absolutely unable to let Isagi and Chigiri alone for more than 10 minutes. It’s not like he was going to wreck the striker, well if he asked for it then Chigiri would be more than willing to break his back.
Which brings us back to the question: How long was Isagi bending down?
“Chigiri? Do you see any bottles from there?”
That little minx! He had to be doing this on purpose!
Before Isagi could react, Chigiri was already on him. It was a knee-jerk reaction, his hands grasped Isagi’s love handles and his legs marked his thighs. Isagi’s ass was soft and perky, especially from all the additional training they had to do in preparation for the U-20 Match.
Thank Ego for actually making Isagi focus on his legs, now he can fully grasp and grope the lean muscle stretching from his hips to his thighs. It was all plump and ripe for picking or in Chigiri’s case touching.
“Uh, Chigiri?”
“I want to do it.”
Straight to the point, fast, and simple. Just the way he liked it.
Isagi jumped slightly, he could feel his flinch by the way his hips spasmed before him. He truly was so cute. What is this creature? This wasn’t the Isagi that pushed him in the Team Z vs Team W match (Chigiri was more than ready to get payback for that).
“Now?”
“Yes,” Chigiri answered with a rough slap on Isagi’s ass checks. He squeaked! Like actually squeaked! Like a little mouse or bunny!
Isagi pushed back into Chigiri. His eyes turned and leered over at him: “Slow or rough?”
A strong push into Isagi’s ass answered his question.
“Rough, okay…”Isagi bit his lips, his boyfriend was truly so cute but Chigiri doesn’t think that he has it within him to be gentle to him right now. “but do you have a condom?”
“We’re in the locker room, the showers are close by,” Chigiri answered hastily, already growing tired from stalling. He already went through the throes of their teammates he didn’t want his boyfriend of all people to cock-block him.
“What about lube?”
Chigiri grunted. He spit into his hand.
“No.”
Chigiri at a loss for what to do, glanced around the locker room. Luckily, there was a bottle of moister at Aryu’s corner. Perfect. Thank you, Aryu you will be gifted with the secret hair oil he snuck in.
He squirted a bit into his hands. The sloppy sounds made Isagi wince.
“Well?”
“Okay.”
-
Isagi shrunk under his gaze, heart beating out of his chest.
"Just do what you like," Isagi answered, looking down at the ground, accepting his fate.
"If you say it like that, I don't think I can be gentle," Chigiri uttered, his hands already unwrapping his hair braid. Isagi took a peek underneath his clasped hands; Chigiri's luscious locks always made him feel some sort of way. It was cute when it tickled his shoulders when Chigiri lays down on him. Yet right now, his hair splaying down his collarbones made his abdomen clench.
The sweet thought of Chigiri's vibrant hair shaking in time with his thrusts made Isagi want to roll over the bench. Chigiri's hands were expertly tying his hair back, determined not to let his hair get in the way much like how the other blue lock members tried to get in the way of their first time.
They were almost caught twice by Nagi and by Bachira more times than they could count. Somehow the others were determined not to let them have their much-needed alone time. Chigiri could only hold back so much. It was difficult enough to see Isagi surrounded by other guys, especially ones like Nagi who kept draping his entire body weight on the tiny boy.
Chigiri was aware of how Nagi looked at Isagi. No wonder he kept trying to pull Isagi toward him after the U-20 Victory. Chigiri clicked his tongue. It was especially annoying seeing how Nagi clung to Isagi's small waist at the end. Chigiri rushed in with his speed, determined not to let the other’s touches linger on Isagi's skin.
"I can finally have you alone," Chigiri mumbled, sweat dripping down from his skin. The locker room was delightfully empty. Chigiri had half of his mind to chase everyone away when he saw how dazed Isagi looked, skin clear as glass and chest milky white for him to taste. Every time they tried to sneak away from the celebratory dinner, the others kept interrupting them.
Chigiri started with the expanse of Isagi’s shoulders, brazenly kissing and testing his teeth on his supple skin. Isagi mumbled beneath him, he could feel how hot he was getting.
“It’s my first time,” Isagi said, the realization setting in at the incessant tug of his clothes.
Chigiri kissed him as fevered.
“I know. It’s my first time too.” Chigiri said, gently pulling his shirt off of him despite the rough handling of his own clothes.
“Really? Yours?” Chigiri Hyoma’s first time?” Isagi asked, clutching his pants, his one last shred of dignity before he shows Chigiri everything.
“Yeah, I…” Chigiri pulled a strand of hair and lopped it around his neck.
“I was either too busy playing football to mind the girls or I was busy with physical therapy,” Chigiri said, kissing Isagi’s shirt, and Isagi’s breath was gone by the rare soft look in his eyes.
“Ah.”
“Hmmm.” Chigiri hummed, his lips moving to a more delightful place, he busied himself with kissing Isagi’s slim collarbones.
“You really won’t be gentle?”
“For you, I'll be. But I'm not too sure about the next couple of times.”
“Chigiri!”
“Oh cmon, we have passed the last name stage, haven’t we? I mean you’re already half naked and half hard in front of me.”
“Hyoma.”
Chigiri’s eyes flashed similar to a predator nearing its prey.
“You should have been expecting this ever since accepting my confession. You really think the Speedster Chigiri Hyoma won't like it hard, fast, and rough?”
“So you just got to do what Isagi does best and…”
Chigiri pulled off the last of his clothes.
“Adapt to me.”