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Rody has learned two things about Izuku “Deku” Midoriya. Well, technically he’s learned a lot more than that about the foreign hero who propelled himself into Rody’s life a week ago. But there are only two things relevant to Rody’s situation now.
The first is that the kid sleeps like a rock. This was proven on their first night together, when Rody snuck off with the case Deku was supposed to be guarding, and the only thing to rouse him had been Pino screeching like an alarm. It was reinforced later when the hero slept through Rody sneaking out of a cave to “borrow” the old truck they were using. The young hero never even flinched, even when Rody tripped and knocked over his backpack.
Rody would have thought heroes are supposed to be more aware than that—ready to jump into action at a moment’s notice, but damn if the world isn’t doomed to burn if the apocalypse happens while Deku is asleep.
At least it doesn’t take him long to come to full awareness, unlike Rody, who could be awake for ten minutes and still not know what his own name is or how to walk without running into the walls.
The second thing he’s learned about the green-haired tank of a teenager, is that he talks in his sleep. He more than just talks. He mumbles, whispers, squeaks, groans, moans, and laughs. The weirdo actually laughs in his sleep. He doesn’t move around much, but Rody swears he’s communicating in another language sometimes. Wait, maybe he is? Though, the nonsensical mumblings don’t sound like any Japanese he’s ever heard.
There’s something that Rody has learned about himself, too.
He doesn’t mind any of it.
Sure, it was weird and annoying at first, but there’s also something comforting about hearing his voice in the darkness, when everything in Rody’s world is uncertain. It reminds him of being cramped on a tiny bed with Roro and Lala while the kids thrash and whine and snore in their sleep. Rody might even go so far as to say that he likes it.
Not that he’ll ever admit that out loud.
Tonight, however, there’s a problem.
The two of them found better shelter than usual. A lakeside cabin that someone clearly uses as a vacation home, perhaps for short retreats in the woods. Deku adamantly refused to stay here at first, since it’s not abandoned, it’s fully furnished, and the front door was locked. His tone changed when the rain started to fall, though. So, now they’re laying on the wood floor on the sleeping bag they bought (since Deku drew the line at sleeping in the perfectly cozy queen-sized bed complete with a red-patterned quilt and two fluffy pillows).
Maybe the storm is to blame. It could be the drumming fingers of rain on the cabin roof, or the eerie dripping sound of a leak in the kitchen. It could be the occasional rumble of thunder, growling in the distance with the threat to snarl and bare its lightning bolt fangs. Whatever it is, it’s made Rody’s companion restless.
Deku is out like a light, of course, but the mumbling is bad. He’s murmuring, whimpering, gasping, sometimes going as far as to cry out—making it impossible for Rody to sleep. He gave up a while ago, and now leans against the wall, watching Deku’s silhouette writhe in the gray shadows.
Pino gives a quiet chirp of concern and Rody pats her head comfortingly. “I dunno, Pino. Can’t tell what’s up with him.”
He’s whispering in Japanese again, and Rody can’t make out any of it except… “rescue everybody” and some other word that sounds like “Shaggy Lock Key?” He’s beginning to suspect that this is someone’s name, but it means nothing to Rody’s ears.
It really seems like he’s having some kind of nightmare. The gasping is getting worse, the whimpering loud enough to drown out the sound of the leaking water, and then he’s sobbing. Paired with the sound of the hammering rain, it sounds like a siren’s song, distorted and haunting, perforated with the grotesque sound of gnashing teeth.
“I can’t take this anymore,” Rody sighs. “Deku. Hey, Deku!” He crawls forward and shakes the boy by the shoulder. “Wake up.”
Deku can’t hear him. He mumbles some more, his fingers clench and unclench, grasping at empty air. Fat tears are sliding down his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose.
“C’mon, buddy.” Rody shakes him again. “Wake up. It’s okay, you’re just having a nightmare. We’re safe.”
It’s no good. Deku simply shivers and seems to sob even harder. Rody can’t imagine what horrors are going through his mind. This week on the run has been traumatizing enough for Rody, but this kid…even younger than Rody and already a war-torn, battle-hardened hero. His reaction speed, scar-coated body, and calm demeanor in the face of death tell Rody that he’s endured more than one lethal threat. What kind of things does a mind like that dream about? Villains with corrupted faces and reaching hands? Pain and death? Watching friends and family die?
“Deku…” Rody shakes him one last time as Pino pecks his shoulder to help. “Come on, hero. Wake up for me, it’s okay.” He ruffles green hair and wipes a tear away with his thumb, like he’d do if this was Roro tossing and turning in his sleep. “I’m here.”
It doesn’t work, and now Rody can’t look away from that tear-stained face, nor bring himself to wipe away the salty tear that still clings to his thumb. His chest aches when he thinks again of Roro. His brother and Deku are a lot alike in some ways. Both sensitive and too good for the world in its deprived state. If Deku is like Roro, then maybe the solution to this problem is the same solution Rody uses with his little brother when he’s having a nightmare.
Pino looks at him and shakes her head, reading his mind, of course.
“It’s fine,” Rody argues. “Deku’s not much different from a kid sibling anyway.”
Pino doesn’t have eyebrows, but she makes a face that definitely mimics raising one skeptically.
Rody ignores her because he’s not in the mood to sort through any complicated or confusing feelings he might have at the moment. That, and Deku is still crying, so really Rody has no choice.
It’s not a big deal. Deku won’t wake up anyway. And if Rody doesn't do it, Deku will keep crying and Rody won’t get any sleep, which means he’ll doze off when he’s driving the truck and that’s dangerous for both of them, so…yeah. He’s gotta do it. Besides…the hero is always helping him out, so it’s the least he can do.
Mind made, Rody carefully climbs over his sleeping friend. There’s not a ton of space on this side of the unzipped, flattened sleeping bag, but it doesn’t really matter. He settles tentatively behind the other boy. He holds his breath, suddenly terrified of waking him up. One arm slides slowly under the makeshift pillow crafted by Deku’s balled up t-shirt. The other creeps over a sculpted torso, fingers trembling as they accidentally graze bulky muscle that has no business being on a teenager. He only releases his breath after his hips shift and his biceps lock the young hero in place against his chest.
Okay, so it’s not exactly like holding his brother in his arms during a bad night terror. For one thing, Deku isn’t some little kid. He’s thick, hard, sturdy, and…why did Rody’s stomach suddenly do a flip? For another thing, he’s shirtless, so Rody can feel the heat of his back pressing against Rody’s chest and it’s not a sensation he was mentally prepared to deal with. Lastly, there’s the fact that Deku’s height is…well it’s…the perfect height for Rody to wrap him up completely. Just a few inches shorter than Rody, making him perfect for curving around so that nearly every part of Rody is touching some part of Deku.
Pino lands on Deku’s head just to give Rody a disapproving look, wings folded over her chest as if to say, “You know what you’re doing, Rody Soul, and we’re not fooling each other here.”
“Sh, shoo you damn bird,” Rody hisses. He swats at her and she finally relents, hopping down to settle near their heads. Rody can have a nice long self-reflection session later. For now, he just wants to help Deku sleep.
Deku’s muscles jump and twitch all over his body. He’s tense, his breathing shallow, lungs stuttering in the midst of small sounds of discomfort. He’s like a dog, twitching in his sleep, chasing rabbits. Rody can’t help but think, in this case, Deku is the rabbit being chased by dogs, though. The helpless hiccups that sometimes pop from his mouth helps solidify this suspicion.
“Deku,” Rody whispers. “It’s okay. You’re safe.”
Thunder claps outside and Deku jumps with a cry, shoulder smacking Roby hard in the chin.
“Hey,” Rody sighs. He leans his head on Deku’s to prevent another jarring assault from his shoulder. “Sh…”
Something instinctual guides him. It’s protective and fierce, soft and concerned. It’s the same primal conviction he feels toward his siblings. A desire to protect and soothe. It sends his hand into motion, fingers gently stroking the back of Deku’s shivering hand. “Sh…” he whispers again, nuzzling lightly against wild green hair.
“Mn…” Deku groans. His gnarled fingers twitch under Rody’s and a shudder passes through his body, vibrating against Rody’s chest.
“It’s gonna be okay, hero…” Rody says, glad that Deku’s asleep so he can’t hear these embarrassing words as they tangle themselves in locks of green.
Amazingly, Deku seems to relax somewhat. His whimpering sobs recede and some of his muscles loosen, if only slightly.
See, this was a good idea. He shoots Pino a “told ya so” look, but she’s not paying attention. Her focus is fixed on the sleeping boy in Rody’s arms.
Rody’s attention shifts too, and he tries to focus on helping Deku unwind completely. He carefully rubs the back of his hand, fingers lingering on knobby bones and jagged scars. What did your body go through to be churned out like this? Up his wrist, higher to the dark pink scar that ravages his entire upper arm to the point that he has to wear a compression sleeve almost constantly. Doesn’t this hurt? Are you always in pain?
It’s more than his arm, too. Rody has seen the scars that litter his chest, back, and stomach. Hell, Rody caused one of those scars. His fingers drift onto the bandage wrapping Deku’s chest, brushing feather-lightly over where the arrow pierced him while he was protecting Rody.
You really are a hero, aren’t you? Protecting and comforting people at the cost of your own body.
Deku shudders and lets out a mewl of fear followed by a sputtering cough, as though he’s reliving someone gut-punching him.
But does anyone ever comfort you, hero? Or do you carry everything on your shoulders alone and let the demons fight when you fall asleep?
Rody’s heart twists with sympathy. Losing his mother and being subsequently abandoned by his father were harrowing experiences. But he had Roro and Lala to hold onto, to cry with him, to carry the bits of his heart that were too heavy to lift on his own. Deku obviously has friends who support and encourage him, but…is there anyone who sees him like this? Anyone whose touch can burn away the intrusive, fraying threads of dark memories?
He scoots a little closer, nuzzles his face a little deeper into Deku’s hair. Deku gasps and mumbles something unintelligible, but Rody’s right there to soothe down the goosebumps that rise on his exposed side. “Sh…I’ve got you, hero,” he whispers, as he pets, strokes, and even gently massages tight muscles and shivering skin.
Deku does calm down. It’s gradual, but Rody can actually feel him releasing tension, muscles loosening and skin softening, as if he’s melting right here in Rody’s embrace. Maybe that’s a cringey way to put it, but it’s the only comparison Rody can draw as Deku releases a slow breath and sinks further onto his arm. It’s just like making spaghetti for himself, Roro, and Lala, watching the way the rich butter slowly softens over limp noodles (when Rody can afford to buy them butter, anyway).
Hold on, did I really just compare this kid to soggy noodles and melty butter? What’s wrong with me?
Pino clears her throat but Rody ignores her again, not interested in anything she has to say about the current predicament. Instead, he tries to focus on relaxing too, so that there’s at least some chance of them both getting actual rest tonight. The effort is futile, of course. No matter how hard Rody pinches his eyes shut or how many times he tries to steady his breathing so it matches Deku’s now deep breaths, he can’t settle down. He’s wide awake now, and his hand is moving of its own accord, still tracing bits and pieces of Izuku Midoriya that he would probably never let him touch if he was awake. Plus, there’s no way he can possibly sleep with his arm being crushed under Deku’s head and his nose pressed into…into the scent of pine needles and humidity, a fresh tinge of mint woven around the musk of sweat.
Okay. So, maybe Pino was right and this was a bad idea.
Suddenly, Rody is hyper-aware of everything, his nerves going on full alert as if the scent of Deku’s hair has awoken something inside of him. He can feel every intake and exhale of breath from Deku’s lungs, feel the heat of his skin through clothing, hear every single little “ah,” sound he makes as he drifts off in comfortable sleep. Most of all, he can feel every sharp line of muscle under his fingertips, every jagged scar, every dip, curve, and valley of Deku’s torso and that’s because Rody can’t stop touching.
Dammit, what’s wrong with me?!
Heat touches his cheeks and he forces his hand to stop moving. It rests on Deku’s hip, fingers stretching toward his veiny lower stomach, pinky caught on the edge of his shorts. This is so fucked up.
Rody starts to pull away. He catches Pino staring smugly at him. Apparently it’s her turn to say “I told you so.” Really, what that translates to—if Rody’s brave enough to admit it—is that there’s at least some part of him that knew wrapping his arms around this other boy in the middle of the night wasn’t going to be all innocent.
But Rody’s not brave enough to admit it, because what would that even mean ? That he was looking for an excuse to touch Deku? That he couldn’t stop thinking about the other day when Deku fell in the river and had to sit in the passenger seat of the truck naked with nothing but Rody’s hoodie while his clothes dried on the line they gerryrigged to the bed of the truck? That there was something about this Japanese kid’s heroic heart and stupid smile and thick muscles and scars that made something inside of Rody a little too excited?
No. No, he can’t think about any of those things. They’re on the run, Deku is a stranger, Rody has a family to get home to, this isn’t some kind of couple’s retreat, and there’s no way someone like Deku—a fearless hero with generosity, cuteness, and charm—would ever think about Rody—a delinquent criminal and social outcast with a bird for a quirk—as anything more than a traveling companion. He’d be lucky if Deku thought of him as a friend. Let alone a…whatever.
He tries to slide his arm out from under Deku’s head. He adjusts, trying to stabilize himself with his other hand, but before he can free himself, Deku moves. He grumbles something and his arm lifts, just to switch position with Rody’s. Rody attempts to pull away before Deku can pin him there, but then the boy is clutching his hand and pulling him closer as if Rody’s some kind of blanket. His arm clamps down on top of Rody’s, he interlaces their fingers, and this is it. Now, Rody is stuck here until he dies.
He’s holding my hand.
Rody’s heart starts to beat his ribs and he can feel sweat forming on his overheated skin. He shouldn’t feel this way, he knows he shouldn’t. Deku is asleep. It’s not like he’s intentionally holding Rody’s hand. He’s not purposely trying to get close to him like…like Rody is doing right now without the hero’s consent.
“Deku…” he pleads. Maybe he can wake him up and explain how he didn’t mean for this to happen and he’ll never do it again. Yeah, that’ll work. Deku’s way too sympathetic for his own good, he’ll let Rody off the hook easy. He’ll take his words at face value and won’t suspect anything weird. He’ll have no idea that Rody was feeling him up or relishing the sensation of coarse green hair brushing his lips or thinking about how hot Deku felt in his arms and how he sort of wished he was shirtless too.
“Ro…dy…” Deku whispers, and everything in Rody’s body freezes. He doesn’t know if his friend is slowly coming to consciousness, or if he’s saying his name in his sleep. Either way, the way he says the word…like it’s a secret or a wish. Rody can’t help the shudder of pleasure that passes through him, nor the way he squeezes Deku’s fingers a little tighter.
“…Yeah?” Rody whispers back, his mouth dry and voice a little hoarse.
Deku doesn’t answer, he just… oh god, oh shit. He moans.
It probably isn’t a sound of pleasure but it sounds like one. It’s breathy and high, breaking slightly as it rises at the end of the sound. It sounds like the kind of moan that accidentally slips out from behind clenched teeth when pleasure boils to the point of release. Yeah, that’s exactly what it sounds like. Like Deku is already a few minutes into a jerk-off session and he’s getting close to the edge and it’s a particularly good session.
And…oh no, Rody’s imagining that. He doesn’t mean to, but that sound is lodged in his ear as if he dunked his head too deep under the water and it’s flooding into his ears, blocking out all other sounds but for the echoing in his own skull. The echoes color his imagination with images of Deku repeating the sound over and over as he sits up against a headboard, hand fisted around a swollen cock that dribbles precum down onto gripping fingers.
Now, Rody has a bigger problem than the fact he was inappropriately running his fingers all over Deku a couple minutes ago. This problem is much worse and much more inappropriate. It’s the very powerful and unmistakable throb of his own hardening erection which is currently pressed against Deku’s ass.
This is bad.
He shuffles his hips, pushing them back from the other boy. He tries to break away too, but Deku has a death grip on his arm and there’s no way to break free unless he yanks hard and risks waking him up. The best he can do in this situation is to creep as far backward with his lower body as he can. Which…isn’t very far. He’s already on the edge of the sleeping bag and there’s nothing but cold, hard floor beneath it. Plus, his shirt is kind of bunched up and even the faintest touch of the icy floor against his bare skin makes him yelp and move an inch back onto the sleeping bag.
Relax, Rody. It’s not a big deal. Just a boner. You can ignore it. Think about something else. Anything else besides Deku naked.
Except…that doesn’t help. Now, Rody’s mind is replaying all the times Deku has carted him around like it was nothing. He’s been carried in those stupidly powerful arms more times than he can count now like some kind of damsel in distress, but damn it feels so good to be held like that, and… What am I even thinking about right now?!
He looks to Pino for help or advice or anything to help him calm down, but it’s pointless. The bird is blushing, hopping back and forth on her little talons, and staring at Deku.
Just as Rody thinks things can’t get any worse, there’s another loud grumble of thunder followed by the clap of lightning. The sounds make Deku gasp again and he jolts backward against Rody. It’s unintentional, obviously, but the motion forces Deku hard against his stomach and hips, and the other boy’s ass inadvertently grinds on the problem in his pants.
Rody’s breath hitches and he bites his tongue in an effort to snap his jaw closed so he doesn’t moan in Deku’s ear. It’s barely any friction, nothing but the feeling of fabric being ground across the underside of his cock, but the fact that Deku is the cause of it makes need spark in his nerves and heat rush to his gut. He’s so focused on the sudden sensation that he doesn’t realize Pino is going off like an alarm over the sound of the pounding rain. He can’t hear anything because his ears are still under the echoing pressure of Deku’s moan.
It’s too much. He can’t help it. It’s a compulsion he couldn’t control even if he wanted to. The instinctual bucking of hips, purposely grinding into the other boy this time. He chases that sweet friction, drunk on the thought that he’s thrusting against Deku , the simultaneously cute and strong hero who says Rody’s name in his sleep. How he wishes he could hear him say it when he’s awake too. Even once would be enough to fuel his own quick shower sessions for the next several months. One, lustful moan of his name in that sweet tone… Rody. Ah, Rody.
“Rody…?”
At first, he can’t distinguish the voice from the one in his fantasies. He’s still deaf to noises occurring outside of his own mind. He thinks he’s managed to manifest the sound of Deku’s voice so vividly that it seems external. The questioning tone seems to ask “ what are you going to do me, Rody?” He shudders and grinds himself against Deku once more, a little harder this time. Anything you want me to, hero.
“R-Rody? What’s going on?”
The illusion shatters in an instant. He freezes as pinpricks of dread creep up his throat. Pino throws herself on the ground and covers her head with her wings as if to block herself from the unavoidable confrontation that’s about to take place. Rody feels a cold sweat form on his neck and the hairs on his arms rise as that feeling of dread evolves into violent terror.
Fuck, what do I do?! What can I do?!
“H-Hey, you’re awake,” he stutters out dumbly. He can hear the panic in his own voice. “Can ya let me go now? Sorry, friend, you were tossing and turning and having a nightmare so I thought I’d give you a reassuring pat on the shoulder, but then you pulled me down here with you and here we are! Geez, you’re completely dead weight, y’know? And who the hell has hands that strong? I thought you were gonna rip my fingers off!”
Yes, perfect. Pin it on him. He was sleeping, he’ll buy it.
“That um…” Deku trails off for a moment, “makes sense, and I’m sorry if I was a burden but uh…Rody, are you… hard right now?”
Rody realizes he’s still flush against Deku, so he pushes him fiercely away, officially yanking his arm out of his grip. “C-Come on, man! Not cool, bringing attention to it like that!” He sits up swiftly and tugs his shirt down over his lap. “W-What do you expect? I was half asleep, you were rubbing up on me, and we’ve been on the road for days so it’s not like I’ve had a chance to…y’know, get it out of my system for a while. Don’t make it weird, kay?”
“Right…” Deku sits up too, his gaze carefully averted. “Yeah, that makes sense.”
“Yeah,” Rody agrees, shame coloring his cheeks. He’s glad it’s too dark for Deku to see the look he probably has on his face right now. “It does. So, let’s just go back to sleep and pretend that didn’t happen, cool?”
But Deku doesn’t move.
“L-Look, I’ll keep my distance this time, I won’t do anything weird!” Rody quickly says. “If you want, I can sleep in the truck. You know, if you feel uncomfortable or something. I swear, I wasn’t trying to do anything to you! I’m not… I wouldn’t…”
“Rody…” Deku says, quietly interrupting him. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but this…isn’t the first time you’ve gotten sort of…worked up around me, is it?”
“Just what are you implying?” Rody asks defensively.
“When we were in the truck after I fell in the river…” Deku explains. “I was pretty much naked and you were trying to hide it but Pino kept blushing and you seemed… I’m sorry if I’m drawing the wrong conclusion but you seemed kind of excited?”
“Y-Yeah, you’re drawing the wrong conclusion, buddy!” Rody snaps, embarrassed by the desperation in his tone. “I…I’m not gay ,” Rody blatantly lies, “so obviously I wasn’t getting a hard on because of you. I-I just have kind of a high libido or whatever, I can’t go this long without dealing with it, so I’ll pop the occasional boner, it’s totally normal. Now, please can we stop talking about my dick and go to sleep?”
Still, Deku doesn’t move. Rody knows his excuses are paper thin and he knows that Deku knows it. After all, there’s no way he didn’t feel Rody grind on him. Accidental boner or not, that’s not something you do if you’re straight and only platonically interested in your traveling companion. Suddenly, Rody feels like crying. His eyes well with tears and his throat starts to ache. He knows he’s been caught and this is it. Deku will never be comfortable with him again. He’ll ditch him the first opportunity he gets, and even though Rody is used to being abandoned by now, the thought of his goofy little do-gooder hero leaving him…it hurts.
“Look, I…” Rody’s lip trembles and he tries to force his voice to sound natural. “I’m…sorry.” Pino lets out a sad chirp and flies to land on his shoulder. “I’ll sleep on the chair in the living room.” He starts to stand but Deku’s voice anchors him to the floor.
“Do you want my help?”
Rody stares at him in the semi-darkness but Deku’s head is turned to the side to hide his expression. “What?” Rody asks.
“Y-You said, you know, that uh…y-you need to deal with it, and it’s been a while s-so I could… I thought maybe I could help?”
“Help?” Rody repeats. “Help…with my…” He can’t even say the word because he’s interrupted by a twitch in his groin which tells him yes, I’d like that very much.
“I’m a hero!” Deku says proudly. “It’s my job to help, however I can.”
Rody can’t believe he’s hearing this. “Yeah, but that’s help as in transporting secret material in briefcases and fighting villains, not help with boners. Unless that’s uh…something you’ve done before?”
“W-What?! No, of course not!” Deku’s hands wave frantically in front of him. “I’ve never… I mean…” He trails off and doesn’t try to reel himself back in. His words simply end like the last section of a broken sidewalk. They both stand at the end of the concrete now, not sure if they should risk stepping into the weeds or turn back around.
Rody is the one who carefully prods at the thistles with his toe. The question is dangerous and embarrassing, but… “What do you mean by ‘help?’ Like… how would you help?”
“Oh, well…” Deku is quiet for a moment. The only sound is the ever-present patter of rain on the cabin roof. Finally, he speaks again. “You could keep doing…um what you were doing before. I don’t mind. It was…kind of nice to be hugged like that. I liked…I liked being in your arms.”
He’s granting Rody permission to keep grinding on him? There’s no way he’d let himself be used like that. All because of the flimsy excuse Rody made about needing to get off?
“Isn’t that…kind of weird?” Rody asks finally.
“It doesn’t have to be!” Deku says quickly. “It’s just between us, so if we’re both okay with it, then…” Again he drifts off.
“I guess…”
Pino chirps in his ear excitedly, giving away his true opinion on the matter. He scoops her into his hand and drops her on the floor before laying back down on the sleeping bag. “Are you sure you’re okay with this…? You’re not going to freak out later or tell all your friends about it?”
“I won’t!” Deku insists. “I promise! You can trust me, Rody!”
It’s an odd thing to be declaring at a time like this, but Rody isn’t in a position to complain. He gets comfortable and Deku slowly eases back into his previous position. They adjust awkwardly for a few moments, as Rody wraps an arm around Deku’s torso again and Deku interlocks their fingers. Rody holds his breath as he scoots forward until he’s flush against the other boy again.
“Listen, I’ll…” Rody’s breath is shaky against Deku’s bare shoulder. “I’ll just do it for a minute or two and go finish the rest on my own. You…don’t have to do anything. And if you want me to stop, no big deal!”
“Okay,” Deku breathes. He squeezes Rody’s hand and shuffles his hips slightly, pushing back on Rody’s cock and sending explosions of pleasure through his nerves. “You can do whatever you want, Rody. I’m just here to help.”
This response both thrills and frustrates Rody. On the one hand, he’s relieved that Deku is treating it like a chore, a regular old act of service. On the other hand…well, Rody would feel a little better about rubbing himself all over his companion’s ass if he thought he might be into it too.
He’s shaking the first time he nudges against him. It’s small, just enough to rub a brief patch of friction over the head of his cock. He waits for Deku to move away, to come to his senses and realize this is too far—but Deku doesn’t move. So, Rody does it again, a little harder this time. Spikes of buzzing pleasure prickle through him, dull but with an edge of arousal unlike anything he’s felt before.
Deku doesn’t complain. In fact, he gives Rody’s hand a reassuring pulse and then…draws his hand up to his lips and kisses his knuckles. As if it’s the most natural thing to do at a time like this. Rody’s not sure why, but this simple, pure gesture does something to him. Suddenly, he can’t contain himself. He squeezes Deku tighter against him, adjusts the angle of his own thighs and hips, and grinds again, then again, and again…
His mind is getting fuzzy and he’s losing the ability to reason by the second. It doesn’t take long before he’s pressing his nose against Deku’s hair again to breathe in his scent, and it doesn’t take long for Rody to feel a wet spot forming on his underwear as sticky precum leaks from his tip.
“Rody?” Deku asks.
“What?” Rody forces his hips to still even though everything inside of him is screaming to keep going. “You want me to stop?”
“No!” Deku says quickly. “No, I like it, I just… Is Pino okay?”
He likes it. He likes me grinding on him. Shit, what if…what if he’s hard, too?
“Rody?” Deku repeats, forcing Rody’s eyes to open.
He lifts himself up on one elbow to see over Deku to where Pino is sitting. He’s not surprised to find her in a position that Rody is familiar with, but no one else besides Deku has ever seen before. Her eyes are closed as if she’s sleeping, but her feathers are fully puffed, her long tail feathers fanned out behind her. She’s breathing slowly, releasing quiet, low coos on each exhale. “She’s fine,” he says. “It’s just what she does when I’m…” he stops short, unable to bring himself to finish the sentence.
“When you’re…getting off?” Deku guesses.
Rody shudders, instinctively grinding hard at the sound of Deku saying these words. “Yeah,” he admits. “It’s…kind of a relief, actually. I don’t have ta feel like I’m being watched and she doesn’t hop around all excitedly and ruin the mood. She just sort of goes into sleep mode until I’m done.”
“Oh…” Deku says. “Then…this must feel good for you, huh?”
He’s not sure how to answer this. He could try to play it cool, but… “Sure. Yeah, you feel—” he chokes on the words. “ It feels good.”
“Good,” Deku says quietly. “I’m glad I can help.”
“Hey, Deku?” he asks. “What about you? I mean… Does it feel… Do you…?” He shakes his head, unable to ask anything. Instead, he buries his face back in Deku’s hair and continues to rock his hips against him.
“I like it when you touch me, Rody,” Deku says.
The words are so unexpected and so genuine that they almost push Rody over the edge. He feels heat coiling in his gut and his hips stutter abruptly. No, not yet! He suddenly wrenches his hand away from Deku’s fingers and claps it hard on his hip instead. His nails dig below the boy’s hip bone as he pulls him back and holds him firmly against his pulsing cock. It takes a moment, and the feeling of being edged is borderline painful, but the combined pressure and lack of friction stave off the orgasm he almost had. He lets out a ragged breath against Deku’s neck, which is slick from the moisture of Rody’s breath and his own sweat. On a whim, Rody’s tongue darts out and licks a stripe up his skin, tasting salt and scent all at once.
“Ah!” Deku moans, high and excited like he did earlier in his sleep. He throws his hips back and digs his nails into the sleeping bag, and for a moment, this is all that happens. Both boys stop moving, the sound of Deku’s pleasure chiming endlessly against the cabin walls. Eventually, Deku tilts his head. “Do it again, Rody,” he whispers. “Please.”
Rody is trembling all over, his fingers kneading Deku’s hip. “You want me to lick you again?” he asks for clarity.
“P-Please,” Deku begs. “If you don’t mind… A-And if you don’t think it’s weird.”
Rody’s not sure what to think anymore. He tentatively brushes the same, sensitive spot on Deku’s neck with his tongue, eliciting another moan preceded by a sharp, gasping breath. “Why?” he breathes against the boy’s neck before lapping higher, in the crook of his jaw beneath his ear.
“Because…” Deku grinds back on Rody’s cock again, “I like you, Rody. I like you a lot. I-I don’t want to be selfish but I…” he swallows hard as Rody finally traces his ear with his tongue. “I want more of you,” he moans. “I know you said you’re not gay, and that’s okay! R-Really, it is, but…ah…if you want to use me to get off, then…I’ll take whatever I can get.”
He likes me… Rody sighs happily as his teeth nick the cartilage of Deku’s ear. He likes me so much that he’d even let me use him if it means he gets to feel close to me. His heart swells in his chest and Rody can’t help himself. He props himself up and leans over the other boy. He wishes it was bright enough to see the green of Deku’s eyes as they look up at him, but for now, they’re gray and shimmering like droplets of water on steel, enough emotion visible in the darkness for Rody to know that he’s trying not to cry.
“Don’t cry, hero,” he soothes, hand reaching up to brush Deku’s eyelashes. “You know that I…” he grasps for words even as he lowers his head closer to Deku’s face. “I don’t mean…” It’s pointless. Rody’s never been good at being honest, and without Pino there to communicate the truth, he’s stranded in the dark with no light to flash to get Deku’s attention.
He swallows and releases a shaky breath. He’s hovering just over Deku’s face now. His lips tremble and his tongue threatens to slip out of his mouth to lick more of the other boy’s skin. “C’mon, Izuku…” he whispers, and is pleased when Deku sucks in a sharp breath at the sound of his given name. “You know that I’m a liar.”
It’s the best he can give. As close to the truth as his mouth will allow. He just hopes it’s enough to wipe the tears from Deku’s eyes.
Rody…“ he whispers. Then, his hands are in Rody’s hair. He’s plucking out the hair tie that keeps the choppy strands from falling down to his shoulders. Now, Deku’s fingers are in his hair. Tingling pleasure runs from Rody’s scalp all the way to his overcharged heart. Those scarred and mangled fingers grip his head and pull him down, too strong to fight—not that he wants to.
Their mouths crush together and a moan resonates between them. It’s awkward at first, neither boy knowing what to do or how to move their lips. Teeth clack a couple of times, noses bump. Natural instinct lends them to experimenting, however, and before long, they’re breathing each other in, drinking from one another, and Rody’s eager tongue delves deeper to taste his companion. Deku doesn’t fight this invasion. He simply whimpers and strokes Rody’s tongue with his own, every brush sending lightning bolts of pleasure through Rody’s body and straight to the head of his aching need.
They break apart to pant for breath, and Rody can’t take it anymore. His voice is a whine when he speaks, as he’s already slinging a leg over his friend’s body and pushing his hip down so Deku is flat on his back with Rody straddling him. “Can I…” he wets his lips and tries again. “Can I keep grinding from here?”
“Please,” Deku assents, and Rody feels the boy’s hips buck before he’s even lowered himself onto him.
He lets out a shuddering breath as he finally presses his hips down. His body shakes and he almost loses motor functions when he feels Deku underneath him and realizes that, yeah, he’s hard too. His cock feels thick and impressive, and his shorts are loose, making it easy for Rody to pin him down in the most ideal position, so he can grind the heads of their erections together.
“That…feels good,” Deku says as Rody’s hips roll and he rubs them together through their clothes, focusing on the delightful friction that finally gives him the stimulation he was seeking.
It’s an indirect sort of pleasure, tantalizingly slow to build, almost uncomfortably hot in the restraining fabric between them. Even so, the fact that he’s on top of this young hero, his hero, makes steam fill his body and the burning desire for release whip through him.
Deku’s hands are everywhere. They’re pulling brown locks of choppy hair, they’re clenching fistfuls of Rody’s shirt, they’re clawing at his lower back like the kneading paws of a cat. He’s acting like… Well, Rody wouldn’t really know because this is the closest thing to a sexual encounter he’s ever had but… The way Deku is throwing his head back, panting for breath, and scrambling uselessly for something to do with his hands… It’s like he’s being fucked. And now that’s all Rody can think about. It’s twisted and wrong and he knows better, but… He’s fantasizing about thrusting inside of the other boy, feeling him clench around his cock, making him cry out with pleasure.
He has no idea if Deku would even be into that, and he knows he’s dehumanizing him by even letting his mind go that far, but…every small mewl of pleasure from Izuku Midoriya’s lips fuels the fire.
“Rody,” he huffs out. His eyes are hazy and desperate as he looks up at him. “Lick me again,” he begs. “Please. I like it. I like your tongue.”
Rody shivers and has to stop moving again as the powerful instinct to come overwhelms him. He chokes on his own spit for a second, every muscle in his body tensing as he’s edged for the second time tonight. “You…can’t just say stuff like that, hero. I’m pretty good at holding myself back but even I have my limits.”
He’s not sure if Deku even hears his complaints because he doesn’t acknowledge them. He just grabs Rody’s head and pulls it down to his bared neck. “Please,” he begs again. “I’m sorry, but I need it. Please. ”
“Yeah…” Rody moans against his neck. “Okay.” Then, he licks another long, teasing stripe along the pulsing vein in Deku’s neck. The boy cries out and his hips buck upward, grinding their cocks hard against each other. It encourages Rody to keep going, willingly lapping at Deku’s skin, from his neck to his collarbone, all the way to his shoulder where Rody gets the crazy idea to bite him. This is the right move apparently, because as soon as his teeth sink into the skin, Deku grabs his hips and pulls him down hard as he grinds upward to meet him.
“You like a little bit of pain, huh, hero?” Rody can’t help but ask. “No wonder you’re so busted up everywhere.” He tests this theory with another bite, harder this time. Sure enough, Deku releases a high moan and Rody even feels the tickle of electricity pouring off of him as though he’s activating that power quirk of his.
“Rody!” he gasps out. “I…I’m gonna come soon…”
Rody shudders. “Y-Yeah. Me too.”
Wait,” Deku gasps out. “Stop!”
The word doesn’t register. The last thing Rody wants to do is stop. He continues to buck and grind, panting against Deku’s now abused shoulder.
“Rody!” Deku says, his voice a loud command. His hands are suddenly on Rody’s chest, pushing him back. “I said stop !”
It’s like a splash of cold water. Rody’s hips go still and disappointment floods like an icy chill, all the way down to his pulsing need. He quickly but reluctantly jumps backward, breaking their contact. “I’m sorry,” he chokes out. “I didn’t mean to…Shit, I’m sorry. I took it too far.”
“It’s not that!” Deku says quickly. “It’s… We shouldn’t…”
“Yeah, you’re right.” Rody scratches the back of his head as the sting of something worse than disappointment makes his heart squeeze painfully in his chest. Rejection.
“Rody, listen to me!” Deku snaps, again using that commanding tone which forces Rody into silence. “I’m saying we don’t want to come in our pants. We don’t have any other clothes and who knows how long it would take them to dry if we rinse them. We can’t hang them on the truck if it’s raining tomorrow either.”
“Oh…” Heat rushes to his cheeks and he’s glad it’s too dark for the hero to see. “Didn’t think about that.”
An awkward silence stretches between them. In the end, Deku’s the one to voice the unspoken thought they each have. He’s braver than Rody, less self-conscious, so of course the suggestion comes from him.
“We could…take them off.”
Rody shudders again. He instinctively palms his own crotch at even the notion of this. “Are you okay with that?” he manages to ask.
“I am,” Deku answers confidently. “Are you?”
Rody considers this for a long time. Too long. He’s afraid of what his answer will imply. Afraid that Deku might mock him for it later. He won’t, he reasons. He didn’t laugh about Pino and he’s the one who suggested it, so…
“I want to,” he finally admits. “But…what if-uh-I mean… What if you don’t like it or I’m…bad or weird or…n-never mind, maybe we should just—”
Suddenly, Deku moves. He sits up and his arms wrap around Rody’s neck, and he kisses him. It’s not like their earlier, lust-fueled clashing of mouths and tongues either. This is gentle, lingering. It feels like laying in the midday sun on top of a roof in Otheon. Like the day after a successful job when he knows he won’t have to worry about money for a while and he can take a breather and simply enjoy the summer breeze rolling up from the sea. Deku’s lips feel like contentment.
“You’re perfect, Rody,” he says when their lips part with gentle sighs. “Everything about you.”
Rody’s nose twitches and his eyes sting with the urge to cry. He wants to tell Deku that, no, he’s perfect. That there’s no one on this planet more selfless or genuine, kind or noble. That his entrance into Rody’s life was like encountering fine cuisine after a lifetime of eating flavorless porridge. That Rody had forgotten what happy felt like until this freckle-faced, green-haired dork stumbled into his life.
Of course, he can’t say any of that, so he gives an awkward laugh instead. “Yeah, I am pretty great.”
“I know,” Deku says with a quiet chuckle. Then, he reminds Rody of their objective when his hands press down onto Rody’s lap, palm brushing his erection as his fingers fumble with his zipper.
“I’ve got it,” Rody says. He sets to work taking off his pants and peeling his sticky boxers away. Deku does the same, and in a few brief moments, they’ve cast the rest of their clothes onto the wooden floor.
He doesn’t hesitate this time. He pushes Deku back down by the shoulder and captures his mouth again as he presses their bare cocks together. The sensation punches a moan from Rody’s lungs, the moment he feels the heat of Deku’s pulsing need and the wetness of his precum. They’re both so wet. It makes movement easy, cocks gliding seamlessly against one another as the slippery fluids mingle and coat their skin.
“Rody,” Deku moans. His hands slide between them and struggle to wrap around both of their cocks, as though he wants nothing more than to keep them tightly bound to one another. “Say my name again,” he begs. “My real name.”
“‘zuku,” Rody slurs. It’s getting harder to think, let alone speak. Deku’s fingers are stroking him, he’s grinding against a thick, hot cock, heat is pooling in his gut and coiling tightly with growing pressure.
“Again,” Deku commands.
“Ah-Izuku,” he obeys. “Fuck, Izuku.”
Deku whines at the sound of this. Rody is desperate to hear more, to feel more. He drops his head to suck and nip at the other boy’s shoulder again, then tries to adjust to get a better angle. In doing so, he accidentally presses his palm down the hero’s bandaged chest, directly onto his arrow wound. He realizes the mistake when Deku hisses in pain and flinches beneath him.
“Shit, I’m sorry, I—”
Suddenly, Deku’s back is arching and his hands tighten around their cocks before going abruptly still. He gasps out a series of desperate moans as his hips raise completely off the floor, nearly forcing Rody off of him.
He’s coming.
Sure enough, he pulsates against Rody and then he’s spurting ropes of white. Cum sprays onto his stomach and chest, the force of several days’ pressure and blinding euphoria causing several drops to land so far as the corner of his mouth and neck. The air sparks with energy that makes the hairs all over Rody’s body stand up, and when Deku’s hands fly to his hips, he’s fairly certain he’ll break his bones.
When the orgasm releases him and he goes limp, Rody can’t restrain himself. There’s no way to express that seeing Deku drenched in his own cum is easily the most arousing thing he’s ever seen. The only way he can think to show this is by running his tongue up the other boy’s neck, collecting the globs of bitter fluid that landed there. All the way up to his mouth, where he greedily smears Deku’s cum on his own lips before licking it away. “Sexy,” he growls before kissing him again, although Deku is struggling to catch his breath.
“Rody!” He breaks away, heaving for air. “Get off.”
“That’s what I’m trying to do, hero,” he teases, though his voice is breathless and he knows he’s right there.
“You’re so stubborn,” Deku says disapprovingly. In the next moment, he’s shoved Rody off of him, using his brute strength to pin Rody down this time. He grunts as the air is almost knocked from his lungs and his head smacks on the floor through the sleeping bag.
“H-Hey, what are you—” The sentence is cut off with a moan as Deku’s hand grips him again. The hero doesn’t grind on him, though. Instead, he crawls lower and his arms slide under Rody’s thighs. “Y-You don’t have to—”
“Let me,” Deku insists. “Please, Rody?” Something about his voice is wicked now, sultry and unashamed. “Let me suck your cock.”
“ Shit, ” Rody cries. “Yes! Fuck, Izuku, do it! S-Suck my cock, hero.”
Deku hums, satisfied by this response. Then, he lowers his head and Rody feels blissfully wet heat engulf the head of his need. It’s unlike anything he’s ever felt before. Hot and tight, and Deku’s tongue writhes along the underside of it, stroking and teasing and fuck he’s going to come. It’s been less than ten seconds and Rody knows he’s going to burst. There’s no hope of edging this time. He can feel his balls tightening in preparation and the burn of electricity in his base.
It’s too much. It’s too good. He puts his hands in Deku’s hair and grips the coarse strands, instinctively shoving him down harder, forcing him to take him in deeper. Deku sputters slightly but Rody can’t stop himself. He wants to fill Deku’s throat with every inch of his cock, wants to make him drool and gag on it.
“F-Fuck, I’m…c-coming, ‘zuku, I-” He has the sense to let him go at the last moment, in case his companion doesn’t want a mouthful of cum. But Deku doesn’t pull away. He hums around Rody instead, sending reverberations through his body as he starts to expel himself. He cries out as pleasure wreaks havoc on his body, surge after surge of hot cum filling Deku’s mouth. He knows there’s too much, and expects it to leak from the other boy’s lips but…Deku doesn’t let that happen. He swallows in the midst of the powerful orgasm, throat milking Rody’s cock for more. He does it again when his mouth fills a second time, like he’s drinking from him. Rody gives only a few more small pulses, but Deku waits to make sure he’s finished before swallowing for a final time. Then, he releases him, though his tongue lovingly and tenderly runs up and down his softening length several times before Rody taps on him to stop.
Finally, Deku sits up and wipes his mouth. Rody can see him smiling even in the dim light. “You weren’t kidding, Rody. I guess you did need to get off.”
Rody would blush if his blood was anywhere near his face at the moment. Instead, his arms and legs flop as he releases a heavy sigh. There’s a faint sound of feathers ruffling, then a cheep, indicating that Pino is back in action. She bounces for a moment, then starts to sing. It’s a bright, cheerful little melody that almost seems out of place in the dreary walls of the cabin with the rain pouring outside.
“Does she always do that after you have an orgasm?” Deku asks.
“Nope,” Rody says as he wipes sweat from his forehead. “First time I’ve heard that before.”
Deku gives a soft laugh that sounds just as beautiful as Pino’s melody. Then, he shifts and sits down, shuffling slightly. “Rody, can you help me get these bandages off? They’re kind of dirty now.”
Rody sits up immediately to help. He scoots behind Deku and unclips the binding before carefully unwrapping the other boy’s chest. He can’t help the smirk that touches his lips as he does this. “Pain, huh? That’s your thing, mighty hero?”
He doesn’t have to see to know Deku is completely pink in the face now.
“I-It’s more complicated than that!” he argues. “It’s just that I had to learn to accept pain when I was learning how to use my quirk because I kept breaking bones over and over, so I started to associate pain with the feeling of improving, which is kind of tied to adrenaline release, so my brain is sort of preconditioned to think pain might be a good thing a-and so sometimes it releases dopamine and I—”
Rody interrupts him with a swift peck to the lips. “Quit your rambling, kid. I’m teasing you.”
“R-Right.”
After the bandages have been removed, Rody uses them to wipe up the rest of Deku’s cum from his stomach, since they’ll have to throw out the old bandage anyway. He starts to crawl to their backpacks to get the flashlight and some more cloth to wrap the wound, but Deku’s hand suddenly clutches his.
“Wait,” the boy says quietly. “Can…Can we lay together first? Like this?”
Rody hesitates. There’s a small part of him that wants to make light of the situation, pretend it didn’t really happen or that they really were just “helping each other out” as friends. But Pino is suddenly nesting in Deku’s hair, cooing as she rubs herself all over him, and her eyes meet Rody’s and he knows he can’t deny it. He’s looking into the eyes of his own soul.
“Alright,” he finally relents. “I’ll hold you again, if that’s what you want, hero.”
“Thank you,” Deku says happily.
They lay down together, arms encircling one another, lean chest pressed against muscular pectorals so they can feel each other’s warmth and heartbeats. Again, Rody is reminded of rooftop contentment, of a blanket of sunshine and lazy summer heat.
Rody nuzzles against his hair and breathes more of that earthy and fresh scent. His knuckles idly stroke Deku’s side and he leaves lingering kisses on his scalp. “Izuku…” he says quietly. “I want to let you know that I… I lied earlier. You know…about not being gay.”
Deku laughs softly. Rody likes the way it feels against his chest. “I figured,” the hero says affectionately.
“It’s just…” Rody sighs into messy green. “I’m not brave or honest like you. I’m a liar and a coward most of the time. Other than with my kid siblings, it’s hard for me to…you know.”
“Open up to people?” Deku guesses.
Rody nods, then lets out a pleased sigh as Deku’s hand strokes his arm.
“You don’t have to be brave, Rody,” the boy advises quietly. “You’ve been hurt and abandoned, and learned not to trust others. Of course you’re cautious about showing your feelings. Learning how to trust someone and knowing the right times to tell them how you feel…that has nothing to do with bravery. Those are just skills you have to master with other people.”
Rody lets the words sink in and smiles against Deku’s ear. “You make everything sound so cool.”
“I’m just telling the truth,” Deku replies. “Communication is a process. So, even if you’re never able to say everything you’re feeling, you’ll find a way to say just enough to get the message through. Like you did tonight.”
“I did…?” he asks.
“Yep!” Deku cheerily answers. “Now, I know that you like me too, even if you won’t say it.”
Rody scoffs and buries his face completely in Deku’s hair. “Whatever…You’re alright, I guess. Total weirdo, though.”
“This coming from the guy who was grinding on me in my sleep?”
Rody groans. “Don’t ever bring that up again, okay? It’s your fault anyway! You were making all kinds of weird sounds, moaning and shit.”
“I was?” Deku asks innocently. “Well, I was dreaming about you.”
Rody groans again and turns his back on him. “Enough of the lovey dovey crap, okay? You’re gonna make me puke.”
Deku laughs and Rody feels his arms wrap around him. This time, it’s Deku who holds him close, whose nose brushes his hair, whose lips touch his neck. “I’ll help you, Rody. I’ll help you learn to trust people, I’ll help you accept your feelings, and…I can always help you with your other problems, too.” He says this with a teasing lilt that makes Rody’s groin give a distant twinge.
“I’m holding you to that last thing, hero. A guy’s got needs.”
Deku chuckles and squeezes him tighter.
It was a joke, but Rody realizes it’s true. Not in the sexual sense, though he’s not going to complain if Deku wants to extend their cabin stay a little longer in the morning. No, Rody does have needs. A need for affection. The need for friendship. Need for love.
Most of all, he realizes…
He needs Izuku Midoriya.