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Sunlight filtered into the room through the wide slats of the plantation shutters leaving stripes of light on the two athletes lying comfortably cuddled in the king size bed. The light of mid morning made enough of an intrusion for them to start stirring lightly on the bed. This slight motion caused a titter of excitement to run through their friends hiding out behind the closet doors similarly covered with plantation shutters.
Their wait had not been long, Momoi knew the sunlight would disturb her good friend Aomine and Kuroko assured the others that Kagami woke at first light. They kept the room darkened until the Generation of Miracles was ready to pull off this prank. After the blinds were opened, quickly and quietly they assembled in the over-large walk-in closet that Akashi had assured them was in fact a dressing room. They clustered at the double doors of the closet except the purple haired giant who sulked on the sofa since he wasn’t allowed to bring in a snack but he would see this through since he had carried both of the smaller men into the room in the wee hours after they passed out. Midorima, who thought the whole activity beneath him, occupied the other end of the sofa. He expected Takao to fill him in while he hid his glee.
Kise checked his phone camera again to make sure the flash was off. Momoi gauged the best time to start recording was the moment Kagami stirred shaking his head from side to side and Aomine squeezed him around the middle in an unconscious attempt to get the red head to settle back down. Kagami rolled from his back to his side making him nose to nose with Aomine.
Takao gestured excitedly to Midorima so he wouldn’t miss the action. Midorima stayed seated.
Surprisingly Aomine blinked awake first. He stared at his bed companion and muttered, “Cute'' and pressed a chaste kiss to Kagami’s forehead.
The closet gallery was shaking in anticipation of the explosion.
Kagami made a small purr and shocking his closet bound friends pressed a less chaste kiss to Aomine’s lips. Aomine followed Kagami’s lips back as the two exchanged a series of the sweetest kisses Momoi has ever seen. Who knew her Dia-chan could be so sweet?
The kisses on the bed became less and less sweet. Kuroko balked and fled to the sofa between Midorima and Murasakibara. Where had he gone wrong? He should know his lights better than anyone, but he didn’t see this. Tension, sure hot headers like that would always have tension but it was nothing like Riko and Hyuga who were clear in their destiny of a house, car and kids. True, he hadn’t been around Kagami for a couple years but this was unexpected.
As the athletes actively tried to swallow each other's faces they started waking up fully. Kagami was the first to break away, and sit up in the bed, “Aomine, what the hell is going on here, man?”
Aomini sat up reluctantly, “You’ve had your tongue in my throat, you can call me Daiki.”
“Uh, Taiga,” the other boy muttered and looked down at his lap.
Aomine chuckled, “Damn you’re cute.” He picked up Kagami’s hand and pressed a kiss to the back. Kagami didn’t jerk his hand back.
“Do you know what happened? I don’t drink much. I don’t remember anything past the rec room.” Kagami winced and leaned into Aomine who was rubbing his back in a soothing manner.
Aomine tugged Kagami closer so his head rested on his shoulder. His wandering fingers ran through the short hair at Kagami’s nape. He whispered into the red head’s ear. “There’s lube and condoms on this nightstand and you see what’s on the other one.
Kagami shifted slightly to see past Aomine’s shoulder to see a tied off condom tottering on the edge of the nightstand, threatening to fall into the waiting trash can.
Kise admired the placement that went into that detail. As long as they didn’t sniff the lotion and hair gel blend, it could pass for bodily fluids. Kagami groaned at all he saw and Kise jabbed Momoi in the ribs in delight. Momoi glared at him but kept her cool. This wasn’t going as planned. Kagami, the definitive fiery redhead, had no fire this morning.
Daiki leaned back in the bed and took a distressed Kagami with him. Momoi watched him shift Kagami yet again to get both of his arms around the other boy and give him another forehead kiss. Who was this blue haired angel doting on Kagami?
“Don’t worry about it.’ Daiki soothed some more, his basketball roughened hands touching as much of Kagami’s sleep warm exposed skin as he could reach while keeping the other boy pinned to him. “The last thing I remember is the rec room too. You fell asleep with your head on my shoulder.’
Daiki used his long arms to his advantage to pull Kagami’s thigh until it laid across him, arranging him just so he could get his hand on the curve of Kagami's bottom. “Success,” he crowed.
“What do you mean, success? Were you trying to get me into bed?” Kagami remained oblivious to Aomine’s meaning even as he snuggled deeper into Aomine’s chest.
“Not trying, but it's a perk.” Aomine didn’t stop his ministrations, he kneaded Kagami’s bottom, smacking sharply and quickly, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the red head. “Damn, that ass is perfect.” He went to work dragging the waistband Kagami’ s boxer briefs down.
Kagami didn’t resist being exposed, while questioning, “Why are you so handsy?”
“What kind of question is that, you’re hot as hell and there’s a lot of you.” He kept working the underwear down until he burrowed his foot in the elastic to work them completely off.
The closet crew looked at Momoi. She needed to answer to this. She was flabbergasted, how could she have missed this intel. She suspected Kagami was gay. Her impressive bust line was invisible to him. To be fair Dai-chan never looked either. He did take the time to criticize her clothes so maybe that was a clue. Not as big a clue as watching him feel up a clueless redhead. But was he clueless?
She didn’t think too much about that because her childhood friend exclaimed from the bed, “God damn, Taiga! What the fuck man!” This perked up even the disinterested Murasakibara and Midorima.
“You just walk around with that thing all the time!”
“Stop looking at it like that!” The red head snapped. That was the last thing they heard the redhead say on purpose. What followed was a series of really loud moans.
The closet crew looked at each other. None of this was expected. Daiki was giving Kagami a handjob and very loudly verbally praising the other man's appendage with the most non-basketball adjectives Momoi had ever heard from him. Even Midorima was impressed with his eloquence.
Kise watched quietly fuming. Clearly Aominecchi was into guys and Kagami was into guys but neither had ever made a move on him. He was the most attractive person in the GOM, he had the paycheck since middle school to prove it. There was his rival being a fanboy over Kagami’s admittedly impressive cock.
Takao exclaimed, “Damn,” loud enough to make Midorima hiss at him almost as loudly, but the two on the bed were so loud they didn’t hear the outburst.
At this point Momoi realized they had missed the prank territory and this was now full on voyeurism. Kagami really was one loud son of a bitch. Dai-chan was her best friend, it was only fair he provided the research she needed. If she ever got her hands on Kuroko would she be able to coax those sounds out of him. Her conscience cleared up quickly.
“Wait, stop! Stop!” The red head yelled from the bed. The closet crew snapped to attention, or rather more attention. Would they finally get the exclamation they wanted? Could they somehow pull this off as a prank?”
“I shouldn’t be the only one naked.” The Kagami they were used to emerged to strip the blue haired boy and seemingly gobbled him down in one frankly impressive take that shocked Aomine less than it did Murasakibara. The purple haired giant had drifted over only to be startled by seeing Kagami’s nose burrowed into blue hair. Kagami’s magic trick made unfortunate magic happen for him. His quiet yelp and red face were the only clues to his predicament, unless you noticed the very stiff walk back to the sofa.
Aomine for his part let out a loud stream of profanity that would have covered the noise of a fist fight. Murasakibara’s little accident wasn’t even a footnote.
Kuroko noted his most recent light gave one hundred percent in everything he did including doing his previous light. He didn’t think he would ever see Kagami demolish a cheeseburger the same way again. Having seen him consume at least a thousand burgers during the course of their friendship the lack of gag reflex didn’t come as a surprise. The other activities it could translate to had never crossed Kuroko’s mind.
Aomine lasted barely longer than Murasakibara, but with a better reason. When Kagami pulled away he grinned at Aomine. His voice was husky as he wiped his mouth and began to tease the other man, “A little premature aren’t we Daiki.”
Aomine propped himself up on his elbows, “What the fuck man, that was the best thing that happened to me in my life. My entire life, no exceptions. Do you think I’m going to be embarrassed? Fuck no! Not now, not ever.”
Kagami laughed at Daiki’s antics while climbing back up the bed to plant a sloppy kiss on his rival. “Think you can top it?”
“No way in hell am ever going to be able to deep throat all that. But I can top you.” Daiki smirked at the red head in his arms.
“Not with that limp dick down there?” Kagami goaded.
“Don’t tease him,” Daiki pulled the comforter up, covering both of them.
“Who topped last night?” Kagami wondered aloud.
“Don’t be an idiot, we didn’t have sex last night.”
Kagami shifted to glare at Aomine, “The used condom says otherwise, asshole.”
“Please, what does your actual asshole tell you? You don’t have a single mark on your glorious ass. There’s no way I didn’t bite that.”
“Who said you topped?” Kagami argued.
Aomine reached one long arm out to pluck the box of the nightstand. “There is no way in hell these fit you or me,” he tacked himself on at the end. “Besides, no way either of us missed that easy shot.”
Kagami looked at the evidence and then asked, “So we didn’t have sex last night?”
“Nope, but we’re gonna.” Daiki declared.
“Chill for a minute, you horny bastard. How did we end up like this?”
“Some dumbass prank by our dumbass friends, a bunch of light weights, don’t know how drinking works. Passed out drunk people aren’t having sex. We weren’t passed out drunk on a couple beers, more so tired out from balling all day in the California sunshine yesterday.”
“What the hell?” Kagami asked. “Why would they do something like that?”
“For fun or whatever, to catch us out there. It has been fun though.” Aomine explained groping Kagami one more time for good measure.
Aw shit, Momoi thought, the gig is up. Dai-chan saw right through it. She glanced at Kise and Takao who were still at the door with her. They were staring at each wondering what came next. The next play came from Kagami.
“Fun for you, asshole. I’m still full mast over here. Take some responsibility!” He placed Aomine’s hand under the cover.
“If you hadn’t been so eager to get your mouth on me, you would already be blissed.” In quick order Aomine stripped the cover off Kagami, “Fair is fair so let me return the favor. He slid down the bed and the red proceeded to make a racket.
Midorima was getting antsy. He could believe he let himself be in this situation. He drifted over to the closet door placing his hands on Takao’s shoulders. He felt the smaller man shudder at his touch. Takao was enjoying the show too much. He made to drag him away when his attention was drawn to the bed.
It was one thing for Aomine to be the ace of the Generation of Miracles, being better all around at basketball than the rest of them, but did he have to excel at giving head? Where did the technique come from, how did he manage so much verbal praise while covering Kagami’s over-endowed appendage. He couldn’t beat them at basketball he should at least be better at gay sex. He’d had a boyfriend for five years here he was watching the straightest guy he knew suck a mean dick. Takao leaned against the growing tent in pants and grinned up at him mischievously. He lasted ten more seconds before dragging his smaller boyfriend off the closet door and through the connected bathroom door. He could feel the eyes on him but he couldn’t muster a fuck to give.
Kagami lasted much longer because Aomine was drawing it out. Momoi had seen him draw out opponents like that. Teasing, playing and prolonging the game play. Momoi recognized this would go on for as long as he wanted it to and she had no way to extract them from the closet. Daiki was just getting warm evidence by Kagami begging and passing him the lube.
Kuroko wilted even further on the sofa. Bad had gotten worse, his lights were full on making love. Why had he gone along with Kise and Momoi’s idea? Why didn’t he listen when Akashi simply said, “Don’t.” Why had he wanted to see what would happen when they tried to figure out what happened? Now he was here waiting for “Give it to me rough” and “You’re so good for me baby” to finish.
Kuroko wept. Murisakabara fidgeted uncomfortably. Kise kept filming and Momoi kept taking notes. Midorima was once again out done when he and Takao finished, cleaned up and found the monsters showing off they also had more stamina than him.
Without warning the closet opened from what appeared to be just a wall of bath robes. It was in fact, a door to the hallway from the dressing room and there stood Akashi, unamused as to where all of his friends had gone. He was nearly trampled in the exodus.