[Christmas Gift Fic] #5 - You don't mean that

[h_itoshi]

Title: You don't mean that
Prompt: #5 - Sending steamy text messages
Worcount: 1396
Notes: R for language and well, steamy text messages. AU.

Senga's just thinking about going to bed when the screen of his phone lights up and displays that he's got a message from his best friend.

Kentoooo~ *\(^O^)/*

The mail says and Senga rolls his eyes, the whole message telling him Nikaido's already drunk.

Yes?

Is all he answers, because it's only 11 pm and Nikaido's supposed to hang out with his old friends, not spend his evening mailing Senga. Senga sighs and closes his school book, pretty certain he's not going to learn anything else tonight anyway. He rises from his bed to put the book on his desk where he started studying, but then his bed looked really comfortable. He yawns and thinks for a moment that maybe it's still early enough to watch something on Netflix, but he's interrupted by Nikaido's next mail.

What are you doing~?

Senga sighs and figures that if Nikaido wants to be asocial with his friends that's his problem.

Deciding between going to bed or watching a drama.

He feels pretty bad actually, because he's happy Nikaido thinks about him even when getting drunk with his old friends, even though he really shouldn't, because Nikaido's been on and on about tonight for weeks. This night should just be for him to spend with his friends.

Ohh are you tired baby?

Senga snorts, because Nikaido only calls him baby when he's had a few shots.

A little. Studied a lot.

Senga writes back, figuring he probably better tell Nikaido goodnight soon, and then leaves his phone on his bed and goes to brush his teeth and get ready for bed. When he returns a few minutes later there are two messages and he almost drops the phone reading them.

You're such a good boy Ken-chan~ I like that~

But I wouldn't mind you being bad sometimes. That'd be hot.

Senga sits down on the edge of his bed with a frown. What the hell is Nikaido doing, pulling a prank on him? Or maybe that last was one of his friends stealing Nikaido's phone. Wouldn't be the first time.

What?

He settles with, thinking that the answer works no matter who wrote it, and he takes the novel he's reading from the nightstand to try and distract himself with its fantasy world while waiting for a reply.

It always makes me hot thinking of you as a bad boy. But I like you as a good boy better. So innocent.

Senga stares at the text, gaping, wondering what the hell is going on here. He's pretty certain there's someone fucking with him, because Nikaido's his best friend and Senga knows all too well how many girlfriends Nikaido's had and how much he enjoyed having them. He's not into boys.

Still, Nikaido always calls him cute when he makes a face at something dirty Nikaido says.

Wait what?

He ends up with after having gone through “stop fucking with me”, “yeah very funny” and “what the hell”. He holds his breath waiting for the reply, reading the same sentence in his book ten times without understanding a word.

I'd like to take that innocence away. Pin you against a wall and kiss you breathless, bite at your lips and taste your mouth.

A little spark of heat rushes through Senga at the thought of Nikaido pinning him to a wall, but the blush on his cheeks is hotter, because what. Senga's only kissed a girl once, Nikaido knows that. And he always tells Senga to take it at his own pace and don't rush into any relationship, finding flaws with all the girls he's interested. Something starts to work at the back of Senga's head, something saying that this somehow makes sense, but he pushes the thought away.

Nika, what are you even talking about?

Senga manages after a while with trembling fingers hovering above the screen. He doesn't really want Nikaido to continue, but he doesn't want him to stop either.

You. What I've wanted to do to you for ages.

Senga swallows hard, typing out “And what is that?” but he's lingering over the send button, not sure he wants the answer. After almost a minute of thinking, he gives in and sends it, arguing that he won't be able to sleep not knowing. The answer takes longer than the others, and he wonders if he made a mistake, if Nikaido's friends are laughing hysterically at him right now.

Everything. I want to do everything you've never done before, kiss you, touch you, fuck you. I want to touch your skin, kiss your neck and make you feel amazing. I don't want anyone else's hands on you, you're too pretty for all of those girls.

If Senga was uncertain before, this proves that Nikaido's the one writing these, and he feels a hot punch of realisation straight to his stomach. He can't deny the heated feelings that grow within him when he reads it, can't stop the thoughts of Nikaido's hands on his skin and lips on his neck, wondering what it would feel like, even though he's never even considered the fact he might like boys. But he likes Nikaido, trusts him, would probably let him do anything to him, and he wants to know what Nikaido's been thinking about.

With burning cheeks he writes “How would you make me feel amazing?” and sends it before he can regret it, thinking that Nikaido's drunk, he won't react strangely to anything.

Senga stops trying to read his book and leans back against the headboard, tucking his legs under the covers and waits, almost ashamed of the anticipation he feels, of the way he jumps when his phone vibrates to announce a message. What he reads blows his mind.

I'd push you down onto your bed and tease you, maybe even hold your wrists down as I lick and suck at your skin just to see you writhe beneath me. I might put my fingers in your mouth, I bet that would look amazing. Only when you're so hot and bothered, skin flushed and lips shiny, I'd push my fingers inside of you.

Senga stares, re-reading a few times with heat blossoming on his cheeks, not sure whether he's more embarrassed about the words or that they're directed to him or that he likes it. He shifts and tries to ignore the way his body's reacting, thinking of something to answer but can't come up with a single word. The phone vibrates in his hand.

I'd stretch you open for my cock with my fingers and maybe even my tongue, until you're a hot mess, begging me to fuck you. I'd push inside of you slowly, fill you up, and then fuck you slow and deep until you can't take it anymore, asking for harder and faster.

I'd comply, fucking you so hard we'd rock the bed, jerking you off until you'd come screaming my name.

Senga's breathing doesn't seem to want to cooperate, and he can't deny his own arousal anymore since he's almost all the way hard just from reading those mails. His cheeks still burns when he reads them, images of Nikaido's fingers, tongue on him flooding his mind, and he can't even imagine what being fucked feels like, has never even considered it before. Wonders if Nikaido knows.

“Nika...” He breathes incredulously, because he's never ever seen this coming, and he still can't believe these are meant for him, certain Nikaido won't remember this tomorrow.

… Nika you're drunk.

He sends, knowing it sounds very off-putting for someone whose fingers are tracing the outline of his erection through his pyjamas pants, but what do you even answer to something like that?

He waits for a response, but seconds stretches into minutes and he can't really keep his hand out of his pants for much longer, imagining the words Nikaido wrote being spoken in his husky voice, and he ends up setting his phone aside and arches into his own touch.

He comes hard, whispering Nikaido's name, tasting the way it feels on his tongue, and it takes him minutes to recover enough to wipe his hand on the sheets and grab for his phone.

Do you really thimk so?

Nikaido's message says, and Senga's breath catches when he sees the misspelled word, because then he realises Nikaido didn't make a single typo until now.

Comments

[justironic.livejournal.com]

(i really like this one)

[h-itoshi.livejournal.com]

You always like the ones with high ratings xD <3

[justironic.livejournal.com]

You know me. I like porn. :$

[jtriskell.livejournal.com]

enjoyed it a lot.

[snowqueenofhoth.livejournal.com]

HOT DAMN.