Ship: Aomine/Kise Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: none Other Tags: none Word Count: 421 words
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The club was packed to bursting, walls vibrating with the music as if they were about to fall, and everyone’s eyes were on the two boys behind the VIP ribbon. It was Ryouta Kise and Daiki Aomine, the Japanese transplants taking the NBA by storm along with Taiga Kagami. They’d got their cliques around them, their jackets slung over the chairs and there were drinks on the table in front of them. It was a photo-perfect opportunity and so the camera phones snapped eagerly, sounding like the gnashing teeth of a descending pack of predators.
Everyone wanted to steal a look at them but they only looked at each other.
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“You shouldn’t stare so much, Aominecchi,” Kise reprimanded lightly later that night, his hand sneaking up Aomine’s shirt, sliding over sweat-damp skin and making Aomine shiver.
“You stared back,” Aomine said, his voice a low husk as he pressed Kise against the wall. The bricks scraped against Aomine’s palms, rubbing over the callouses, and he found Kise’s wrists to pin them in place instead.
“How could I not when you were looking at me like that?” Kise’s pout was adorable so Aomine kissed it. And then he realized that Kise was adorable so he kissed him.
Kissing in general was just fun.
“Not here,” Kise managed to mumble, his eyes soft and hazy from both the alcohol and arousal. “Not - in public.”
They were in a deserted alleyway at 3AM and it was still too public. Aomine cursed but let Kise go reluctantly.
The buildings around them loomed and pressed down. Who could have been watching from their windows? Who might’ve had a long range camera and snapped a shot?
All of those are things that Aomine should have thought before spinning Kise to trap him against the wall but caution had left him when Kise’s hand had slid up the back of his shirt.
Kise always was better at stealing touches than Aomine was. Kise had more experience with being a public figure, after all.
“You want to come back to my room?” Aomine asked, letting the backs of his fingers brush against Kise’s as they started walking again. They couldn’t hold hands but it was close enough.
“Better not,” Kise said regretfully. “All it takes is one gossipy receptionist or hotel maid who’s seen us going up together…”
“Wish your team was booked into the same hotel,” Aomine said, kicking the sidewalk sullenly.
“Yeah,” Kise said. “So do I.”
For a second, his fingers curled around Aomine’s and squeezed.
FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 421 words
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The club was packed to bursting, walls vibrating with the music as if they were about to fall, and everyone’s eyes were on the two boys behind the VIP ribbon. It was Ryouta Kise and Daiki Aomine, the Japanese transplants taking the NBA by storm along with Taiga Kagami. They’d got their cliques around them, their jackets slung over the chairs and there were drinks on the table in front of them. It was a photo-perfect opportunity and so the camera phones snapped eagerly, sounding like the gnashing teeth of a descending pack of predators.
Everyone wanted to steal a look at them but they only looked at each other.
*
“You shouldn’t stare so much, Aominecchi,” Kise reprimanded lightly later that night, his hand sneaking up Aomine’s shirt, sliding over sweat-damp skin and making Aomine shiver.
“You stared back,” Aomine said, his voice a low husk as he pressed Kise against the wall. The bricks scraped against Aomine’s palms, rubbing over the callouses, and he found Kise’s wrists to pin them in place instead.
“How could I not when you were looking at me like that?” Kise’s pout was adorable so Aomine kissed it. And then he realized that Kise was adorable so he kissed him.
Kissing in general was just fun.
“Not here,” Kise managed to mumble, his eyes soft and hazy from both the alcohol and arousal. “Not - in public.”
They were in a deserted alleyway at 3AM and it was still too public. Aomine cursed but let Kise go reluctantly.
The buildings around them loomed and pressed down. Who could have been watching from their windows? Who might’ve had a long range camera and snapped a shot?
All of those are things that Aomine should have thought before spinning Kise to trap him against the wall but caution had left him when Kise’s hand had slid up the back of his shirt.
Kise always was better at stealing touches than Aomine was. Kise had more experience with being a public figure, after all.
“You want to come back to my room?” Aomine asked, letting the backs of his fingers brush against Kise’s as they started walking again. They couldn’t hold hands but it was close enough.
“Better not,” Kise said regretfully. “All it takes is one gossipy receptionist or hotel maid who’s seen us going up together…”
“Wish your team was booked into the same hotel,” Aomine said, kicking the sidewalk sullenly.
“Yeah,” Kise said. “So do I.”
For a second, his fingers curled around Aomine’s and squeezed.