Ship: Aomine/Himuro Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED Word Count: 413
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They buy an apartment in LA that they’re only ever going to use in the offseasons, but it’s not like they can’t afford it and it’s not like the condo has any strict policy about how many days out of the year you have to be there. And it’s as good an excuse as any for them both to go through their shit, throw out what they don’t need, and figure out what they’re going to take to reside permanently in Califormia.
Obviously, Daiki’s collection of Mai-chan magazines and photo books are making the move. Obviously, according to Daiki, anyway.
“Why do you have those?” Tatsuya says. “You know you can get the same things—and videos—online for free, right?”
“I like having a physical copy,” says Daiki.
“You bought those in high school,” says Tatsuya. “Do you even get off to them anymore?”
Daiki shrugs. It’s hard to put it into words, but he’s had these magazines for a long time. Sure, when you say it like that, like they’re just things he’d jerked off to in high school, that’s a little bit sleazy and there’s no reason to build a spank bank archive or be reminded of being fifteen and lonely again, but he’s always had them.
“Are you jealous?” says Daiki.
Tatsuya snorts. “Yeah, I’m jealous of a gravure idol.”
“I’ll let you watch me get off to them,” says Daiki.
“No thanks,” says Tatsuya. “I’d rather actually have sex with you.”
Daiki sighs. If that’s not the point, then what is it?
“Please just keep them here if you’re going to keep them,” says Tatsuya.
Daiki shrugs, trying to think about the week they’d spent cleaning Tatsuya’s apartment in New York, all the clutter they’d cleared away leaving them with not very much at all to stick in the back of Tatsuya's SUV on the drive across the country. There hand’t been anything like this; if there had Daiki wouldn’t have thought twice about it. Maybe the closest thing is, like, some of Tatsuya’s sex toys that Daiki doesn’t want to use himself, but Tatsuya hadn’t even looked like he was considering bringing those with him. But that’s it, isn’t it? It’s not like he’s sharing Mai-chan with Tatsuya (that would be hot but, no).
“Okay, they’re staying here,” says Daiki. “What was that about actually having sex, though?”
“Well,” says Tatsuya, stepping a little bit closer and tugging Daiki away from the stack of magazines.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
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Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 413
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They buy an apartment in LA that they’re only ever going to use in the offseasons, but it’s not like they can’t afford it and it’s not like the condo has any strict policy about how many days out of the year you have to be there. And it’s as good an excuse as any for them both to go through their shit, throw out what they don’t need, and figure out what they’re going to take to reside permanently in Califormia.
Obviously, Daiki’s collection of Mai-chan magazines and photo books are making the move. Obviously, according to Daiki, anyway.
“Why do you have those?” Tatsuya says. “You know you can get the same things—and videos—online for free, right?”
“I like having a physical copy,” says Daiki.
“You bought those in high school,” says Tatsuya. “Do you even get off to them anymore?”
Daiki shrugs. It’s hard to put it into words, but he’s had these magazines for a long time. Sure, when you say it like that, like they’re just things he’d jerked off to in high school, that’s a little bit sleazy and there’s no reason to build a spank bank archive or be reminded of being fifteen and lonely again, but he’s always had them.
“Are you jealous?” says Daiki.
Tatsuya snorts. “Yeah, I’m jealous of a gravure idol.”
“I’ll let you watch me get off to them,” says Daiki.
“No thanks,” says Tatsuya. “I’d rather actually have sex with you.”
Daiki sighs. If that’s not the point, then what is it?
“Please just keep them here if you’re going to keep them,” says Tatsuya.
Daiki shrugs, trying to think about the week they’d spent cleaning Tatsuya’s apartment in New York, all the clutter they’d cleared away leaving them with not very much at all to stick in the back of Tatsuya's SUV on the drive across the country. There hand’t been anything like this; if there had Daiki wouldn’t have thought twice about it. Maybe the closest thing is, like, some of Tatsuya’s sex toys that Daiki doesn’t want to use himself, but Tatsuya hadn’t even looked like he was considering bringing those with him. But that’s it, isn’t it? It’s not like he’s sharing Mai-chan with Tatsuya (that would be hot but, no).
“Okay, they’re staying here,” says Daiki. “What was that about actually having sex, though?”
“Well,” says Tatsuya, stepping a little bit closer and tugging Daiki away from the stack of magazines.