interstellar5555 | You and me

"You bet!"

Ryouta is beaming. This. This is what he loves. Aside from music of course. Basketball. His passion after music. And here he is. Court side, with Xanxus. His own bodyguard is elsewhere, watching them from a distance, just like Pride's muscle, but Ryouta's gotten good at pretending he's not there.

"Xan, you're the best! Thanks so much for taking me here!"

He turns his smile on Xanxus, and there's pure adoration there. This is a date, isn't it? A real date! And they're doing his favorite thing!

Maybe Xanxus likes him more than just a friend with benefits. He's not going to bring this up. This is just too new to bring up anything. He just wants to enjoy what's now.

And then the game starts and Ryouta's attention is glued to the action.

That smile is amazing. He feels he could get lost in it. Honestly, he doesn't give a fuck about basketball. Sports aren't his thing. Never been his thing. Something tells him be might have enjoyed shooting and fighting, but that doesn't seem to be sports related. But he'll put up with it for the sake of that smile. He'll even put up with those damn guards of theirs.

"Of course I'm the best." He grins back and tries not to think about this. About the fact that this is an actual date. They had just been just a good time. Just two guys that met sometimes. They just fucked until Ryouta couldn't walk in the morning. Friends with benefits. However, Xanxus was changing the stakes, taking him out like this. This is a real date.

He knows he should be watching the courts but instead he watches Ryouta. He watches the younger man. Watches those gold eyes, riveted on the game. He wonders if the blond will even notice the moment he puts a hand on his thigh as glued as he is to the game.

Ryouta's eyes are moving with the players. It's a good game, he thinks as he watches them race across the court, the ball bouncing loudly on the floor. This, he thought, this was what he really wanted.

He feels Xanxus put a hand on his thigh, and he stills for a moment, surprised, but not opposed at all. He looks away from the game and gives Xanxus a smile. "You really are the best."

He reaches up and puts his hand over Xanxus. Part out of affection, part out of stopping Xanxus from doing too much. As much as he loves sex with Xanxus, he really wants to watch the game.

There's the buzz of a basket being made. "Oh, shoot!" He looks back at players. "The Vista Stars just scored a three pointer!"

Xanxus isn't even watching the game. He's already bored with it. He doesn't see the interest in a bunch of guys running around after a bouncy ball. But Ryouta likes it so he'll put up with it. He'll put up with a lot of bullshit because there's a dazzling smile aimed right at him.

He laughs a little and lightly uses his thumb to stroke over his pants in a way that's far too fond for public places. He doesn't care. He also doesn't care when the other's hand goes on top of him. He's fine with that. If this really is a date then it's okay to turn his palm over and twine their fingers together.

"Oh? Did I distract you from the game then?" He laughs a bit and slides his knee a little against Ryouta's. "You rooting for the Stars then? You think they're any good? They look pretty shitty." Then to him, both teams do because he doesn't really give a damn about the game. He's too busy watching the younger man next to him. His reactions are so much better than some three point shot.

Ryouta happily twines their fingers together and rubs back against Xanxus' knee. A little thrill shoots through him, but he does his best not to squeak with happiness.

"They're okay. I'm rooting for them because we live here. My favorite team is the Blue Bolts from Skywalk City." Ryouta explained. He looked at Xanxus out of the corner of his eye and then asked. "Do you know anything about basketball?" Curious, not judging. "I can explain the rules if you like."

He just keeps getting cuter and cuter. It's going to be so hard to go back to the HQ without indulging in some nice adult activities with Ryouta after this. But he doesn't think the guards will let them get away with that sort of thing. He can feel them watching right now and it's only because he wants to stay here that he doesn't just flip them off.

His thumb travels those knuckles and he shakes his head. "Not a damn thing. I really hadn't ever paid attention to basketball. Or any sport." Though he sort of vaguely remembers throwing the television out a large window because Italy lost and were out of the World Cup. "I'd like to hear your explanation of it. Only appeal I see is the shorts. You'd probably look damn good in their uniform."

"I look good in most things," Ryouta agreed. He knows exactly how good he looks.

"Okay, see that guy there," he points to the tallest man on the Stars team. "He's the Center. They play close to net, opposed to the shooting guard." He points at another man who staying outside the lines under the basket. "They tend to stay outside the paint and they're the ones who typically make the three point shots. Centers are best for rebounds." He points to another man. "That's the point guard. The point guards have to have a good sense of what's going on the floor. They're the teams generals."

He bumps shoulders with Xanxus. "Then there are the forwards. The Power Forward is a lot like a center on defense, but on offense they're the ones who do the slam dunks."

He smiles at this. His favorite position. "Then there's the Small Forward, that's the position I'd play. They're the most versatile of the positions." He pauses thinking. "Think of it like this; Centers are close quarter combatants, Shooting guards are long range while the forwards are mid range. Power Forwards are close to mid, while Small Forwards are mid to long. Point Guards are support, making the calls and directing the flow of the game."

"And out of them too." Yeah, of course he's going to go there. He's never been shy about his interests in Ryouta. He wouldn't be here if he wasn't. He's probably gotten too attached.

He follows the pointing finger. At first, he really doesn't get it but then the man uses something slightly more familiar to him. Combat. That sort of thing is starting to make more and more sense to him. Fighting. Battles. Tactics. He finds himself nodding. "The small forward hmmm? I think I'd be a Center maybe... or a Power Forward." He leans a little forward onto his knees to watch the game for once and not Ryouta.

"You really love this game, don't you? You play this normally? Like you and your friends at your band?" Because he knows there's a lot of younger people in Ryouta's band.

"Well, yeah," Ryouta grinned and bumped his shoulder against Xanxus'. "On the floor is my favorite way to wear clothes." He isn't shy about his interest in Xanxus either.

When Xanxus asks about how often he plays Ryouta goes quiet a bit. "Everyone's tiny in my band, so mostly I play by myself in the gym" Tsuna and Nia are fourteen and tiny. Momo's average for a sixteen year old girl, and he has at least four inches on Ankh, maybe even five.

He vaguely remembers playing with the purple haired guy, the green haired guy, his muse, Aomine and... a red haired guy. Huh. That was new. He remember being the third shortest of that group. He remembers playing as the Small Forward with them.

He shakes his head. "Nia and I don't get a long. I think I scare her because I'm so tall."

He understands that in a way. He towers over most of his bandmates. In fact, he's only met a few like Kise, that he can look in the eye. It's one of the reasons he likes the man so much. Because they're on the same level, physically. "I'd play with you." He doesn't even mean sexually. "I wouldn't know what the fuck I was doing, but I'd give it a hell of a go." It feels a little strange to offer it. Something tell him that he's never given a crap about sports before or making anyone other than himself happy, but the idea of Ryouta alone bothers him. Maybe it's because there should be a team with him. A family. A Famiglia...

"Half your band is cowardly fucks." What can he say. He holds a grudge. But that isn't Ryouta's fault. He's here with the man despite that. "But whatever. You don't need them. I'll play you and the winner can give the loser a blowjob or something."

Speaking of winners and losers, it's nearly time. He'd slipped some money to the kisscam people. They're supposed to get framed right at the end of the second quarter.

If Ryouta had been beaming before he was as bright as the sun now. "Really?" he asked, all hopeful like a puppy being given a big bone. "You'd play with me?"

Xanxus, you have no idea what you just offered Ryouta. He knows you made this offer before back when they just met, via twitter hashtags, but now... now there's something more than just sex between them. "That would be great!" he gushed, all but rubbing himself against Xanxus. "I'll teach you!" He turned his attention back to the game. The first quarter was coming to an end and the Stars were only barely ahead. "Anyways, you're guaranteed blow jobs from me. It should be if I win I get a chance at topping, and if you win I do something really kinky of your choice." He's not completely sure if Xanxus would really let him top. He likes bottoming. Loves the way Xanxus makes him feel, so if Xanxus refuses he's not going to complain. Maybe pout a bit.

"I tried to put together a charity basketball event for next month, but almost no one was interested. I mean... that party happened and that killed a lot of momentum." He tried not to sound disappointed. He really wanted to play with people, play with a team he missed that.

(Even though he had never been on a team)

God, he's so fucking cute. He wants to fuck the camera and just kiss him right now. He wonders if he should have brought sunglasses. "i can't promise I'll be any good and I really can't promise I won't bitch the entire time, but what the hell. I'll play." If they'd let him. They're rival labels. He had to formally apologize for his behavior in writing to even be allowed this day.

He hums a little in thought at the proposal. Honestly, he can't remember ever bottoming for anyone. He's never had the desire and he knows that his skills are lacking in basketball. Saying yes means putting himself into a position he's not at all used to. The position trusting someone that deeply.

"How kinky are we talking? Are we talking hot wax and spanking here?" He then shrugs. "I guess I could go for that arrangement. Just as long as you know it's a one time thing."

Xanxus then frowns a little at the failure of Kise's pet project. "Hey..." He reaches out to ruffle that blond hair a little. "it was a damn good idea. And you're a damn good guy, giving a shit about charities and stuff. Maybe that album we talked about once could go to it instead...in your name of course. Can't have me attached to doing good shit, now can we?"

He's teasing a little and lets his fingers trail out of Ryouta's hair. It's nearly time.

"Spanking I could do." The hot wax would be a hard sell. Ryouta really isn't big on pain, but... "Maybe the wax. Are you really into that?"

Most of what they done had been... well, he wouldn't call it vanilla. It was rough and passionate, and Ryouta often submits to Xanxus's whims, liking how domineering he was and responses with equal energy. And of course Ryouta had a bit of an exhibitionist steak. "I was thinking more along the lines of bondage, but those work."

But he's happy that Xanxus agreed all the same. He gives the other man's hand a squeeze and turns his attention back to the game.

"I've gotten a couple songs written that I think would be good for us," he said as he watched the game. His eyes were following the ball, almost like a hawk. "One's not titled yet, but the other's called 'Dead Man Walking' I'm actually really proud of that one."

As the second quarter was coming to a close Ryouta got distracted by the kiss cam feed on the board during a slow part of the game. He was kinda wishing it would land on them, and kinda not. Ankh would get on his case, as he kept telling Ryouta not to make himself seem too noticeable but on the other hand... on the other hand he really liked kissing Xanxus.

He watched as camera searched the crowd and finally coming to a stop... on them. He saw his eyes go wide and his skin turn a little pink before he turned to Xanxus. "It landed on us," he said, a feeling a little shocked.

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He laughs a little at the question. "You'd be surprised what I'm into." Because yes, he is into that and a bunch of other stuff. More and more recently, he's been feeling more violent urges. And not just violence in fights, but even the idea of choking his lover with his bare hands while they bang. It's not something he's considered before, so he ignores it now.

"I can tie you up and then do all of that to you, you know. It's not mutually exclusive." And while generally Xanxus never thinks he'll lose, he knows he probably will. He supposed it was about time he let Kise top. So long as the man remembers it's only going to be the once.

"Oh? I'll have to hear them. Especially that second one. Sounds like something I'd like a lot. And maybe I can help with a title for the other song." Because he had been serious at the BassOff of doing a song or two with Ryouta. Hopefully, private recording sessions would remain just about the singing. Hard to tell.

He notes the big screen and the time and turns to look at Kise, lips pulling into a naughty smirk. "Of course it did. We're stars after all. We're probably the most famous people here. But you know what this means right?" He reaches out and slides his hand behind Ryouta's head, fingers tangling into blond hair. "Let's give them a show." And then he's leaning forward, like it's going to be chaste. If he has his way, it won't be chaste for long.

Ryouta doesn't even make it chaste for a second. He leans in to meet Xanxus and kisses him enthusiastically to a rounding applause. Xanxus was probably right, they were the most famous people here. They expected a show from them and Ryouta was good at giving a show. He climbs out of his seat and into Xanxus' lap and wrapped his arms around the other man's neck.

They kissed deeply for a few moments, and Ryouta was wigglinging around from the excitement of it all. And he had sprung wood, so sue him, he's young and just developing a sense of kink. After a few minutes he pulled back and looked over his shoulder, half time was coming up in a few minutes, and he wondered if he could spend some more time in Xanxus' lap. He decided to stay until Xanxus got tired of him.

"I wouldn't mind trying being tied up and spanked," he said, leaning back, arms still around the other man's neck. "You're going to have to sell me on the wax."

He hears people clapping and hooting at them. Perhaps a few boos as well. He'll give anyone throwing around slurs the finger from behind Ryouta's back as they kiss. His hands sliding up the man's shirt after flipping the bird. Just getting up under there to touch skin while he gets himself a lapful. A very excited lapful. He had teased Ryouta over text about screwing him in public and now he can see for himself that he has a budding exhbitionist on his hands.

"It's about sense and aesthetic. The smell of the melting wax. The sudden splash of heat on your skin. The anticipation, wondering when the next it going to drop. The color, something bright, over your pale skin in little designs, sliding and cooling and hardening." That hand inside Kise's shirt playfully strokes as of making those designs.

"I think you'd enjoy it." He steals another little kiss that isn't little at all but does nothing to remove the man from his lap. He expects this to hit the tabloids within hours.

Ankh was going to kill him for making a spectacle of himself.

"I'll think about the wax, but I'm leaning towards yes. A one time thing," he said with a tease. He could handle spanking, but in general he wasn't good at handling pain. If Xanxus would entertain the possibility of bottoming for him once, Ryouta could entertain this idea.

He wants to stay in Xanxus' lap, but eventually half time will be over, and he does want to watch the game, even if it's not the best. He gives Xanxus another kiss before climbing out of his lap, careful so that his hard on wouldn't be obvious to the world, and sat back in his seat, his hand reaching out and taking Xanxus' again.

He misses that weight as soon as it's gone. It's not just that. He has to put his hand over his lap for a moment because having that hot blond on his lap and making out with him gave him a bit of a hard-on too. He almost considers taking that hand that took his and putting it right on the crotch of his jeans. However, he resists and just tangles their fingers together.

Once more, instead of the game, he ends up watching Kise. The blond is far far more interesting than a bunch of players. Watches him and wishes there was a way to get the two of them away from their respective babysitters for a quickie.

The game isn't the most exciting game out there. Really, there seems to be something... missing from it.

"Anything's easy to do if you've seen it enough times"

He blinked. What was that?

Suddenly memories of him and the others he's been dreaming about, seeing flashes of, invade. Little flashes of stuff.

Aomine's Formless Shot. Murasakibara's Thor's Hammer, Midorima's Arc of Falling, Akashi's Ankle Break,

the Ignite Pass Kai.

"This is kinda tame," he murmurs. "Where's the special skills?" He sighs and leans against Xanxus. He's still enjoying the game, but it's ... lacking. "Though, they're ranked 10th, so what do you expect?"

He looks over at Xanxus. "Do you have any plans for after the game?" He too wishes there was a way that they could get their guards to go away for a bit. Maybe they could stand outside a hotel room?

He raises an eyebrow at the question. Special skills? He has no idea what the other man is talking about. He thought just playing at this level was enough do a skill but what did he know about basketball. "I guess I'll have to make it up to you, for taking you to such a boring game."

He gives the hand in his a fond squeeze and gives the man a flirting grin that promises so much. "Well, if it wasn't for our little friends, I would have taken you to that hotel we like so much. I would have kept you busy for the rest of the night and well into the morning. But as it is, we might have to sneak away to the stadium handicapped bathroom." He leans to husk into Ryouta's ear. "They have bars for you to hold onto."

Ryouta himself doesn't know what he means either. "It's not so bad," he said, returning the squeeze. "But you're more than welcome to make it up to me"

He looks over his shoulder to look at his bodyguard. "They could just wait outside the door. I don't mind if they hear. They probably heard they worse."

He shudders pleasantly at the breath against his ear. "I'd be up for that." What can he say? He's young and healthy. He can several times in a night.

Xanxus laughs at that. "Good god, you're dirty. I like that about you." Though really, he's the filthy one that had brought it up in the first place. "And around me, you know they have. So we'll make them wait outside the door like fucking dogs."

He leans a little against Ryouta. "Right after the game then. We'll make an entire crowd of beer drinking scum wait to use the bathroom til I'm done with you." Now, he's really looking forward to the end of the game, more than he had before.

Grinning, Ryouta looks over at Xanxus. "I could blame you, but that's not entirely fair."

He settles against Xanxus. "Sounds like a plan," he said turning is attention back to the game. "And you're right. We'd take the whole second half the game, and probably get kicked out."

And that's not a good idea. This game may be a little lame, but what if a stronger team comes? Ryouta would want to see that and not be banned from the arena. Ryouta has his priorities, okay?

They are very cute priorities and Xanxus will put up with them. Mostly because he has his own and he'll get them eventually. Plus, perhaps the high energy of the game will really get to Ryouta and give him an enjoyable highly playful eager time in the stadium bathrooms.

For that, he'll sit and watch the whole thing. Mostly. Most of the rest of the game is spent watching Ryouta watching the game.

At the end of the game the Stars won by three points. It hadn't been a very exciting game, but Ryouta had enjoyed himself.

He stood, stretching, the t-shirt he was wearing riding up a little. "We should do this again," he said. "Maybe not a basketball game, but something you'd like."

He realized then that he really didn't know what Xanxus liked beyond drinking, eating, and sex. And music, of course. This would be a good way to get to know the other man. He gave Xanxus a smile. "Ready to go?"

"Something I like..." He wonders if Ryouta would like to sit through an entire opera. Or want to go to a paintball course. Something says he would really really love paintball. He'd probably get way way too into it but it sounds like a lot of fun. "I'd like that. I'll think of something and steal you away again."

He stands to stretch and takes Ryouta by the arm. Like he's going to make sure the man stays next to him. "Definitely ready to go." He's very ready to help Ryouta burn off all the excitement of the game in the bathroom.

Ryouta would not be opposed, especially because it meant spending time with Xanxus. He would enjoy it as much as Xanxus enjoyed the basketball game.

He leans against Xanxus, and laughs. "We're not going to make it to a hotel, are we?"

He laughs as well. "No. No we won't." Mostly because he doesn't know if they'll be able to get a hotel. That whole being under guard and all. But he's certainly going to try. Because a quickie in the bathroom isn't going to be enough for him.

"I had a feeling." Ryouta looks around. "I'm sure there's a VIP restroom we can take over."

He laces his fingers with Xanxus. "Or a family restroom."

He wants Xanxus so bad right now. "Too bad we can't go into the locker rooms..."

Oh, there an idea. Not these locker rooms, and not today. Maybe he could bribe a janitor to let them in on another day and he can Xanxus can fuck in the locker rooms.

"Oh, look, the crowd's thinning over here." He nods in the direction, opposite of the way the crowd's going towards the exist, and look, a family restroom. "Let's go."

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Any place will do, honestly. Hell, if he had his way, he would just pin Ryouta to the wall right here in the crowd. But he's already done his display for the evening. The rest he wants just for himself. No shows.

"I doubt our babysitters would let us either. I can't wait until we get rid of them." Because they're really killing his sex life. Though not too much seeing as how he's about to take this golden boy into a public bathroom for a quick shag.

"All right. I hope you don't mind. I might get a little violent." Not a little. He's planning on physically tossing people out if he has to so that they can have the whole bathroom to themselves. Maybe right against the sinks so Ryouta can watch it all in the bathroom mirror.

So he pushes in with a bellow of "Put your dicks back in your pants and get the fuck out!"

If it were at any other place, Ryouta wouldn't mind that much. But Ryouta really doesn't want to get banned from the arena.

"Xan!" he laughs as the few men in the restroom quickly. They know of Xanxus' reputation. One of them barely put his cock back in his pants before he left the bathroom.

Once he was sure that they were alone he locked the door and smiled at Xanxus. "Fuck, I want you so bad right now."

He just laughs, smirking at how well that worked out. He enjoys it. He also enjoys that Ryouta got to see it. He sort of likes looking so tough around the younger man.

"Then you're going to get me. I hope you're ready." He stalks towards Ryouta and puts a hand behind his head to pull him close for another kiss. A kiss that's harder and hungrier than the one the kiss-cam caught. His other hand sliding down to grope that fine firm ass.

Ryouta responds to the kiss just as hungrily. He slides his hands up Xanxus's shirt as the older man grabs his ass. He grinds against Xanxus, he's getting hard.

How crazy is this? He never thought he was the type to do it in a public restroom. He had plenty of locker room fantasies, which was similar, but not.

He lets his hand roam Xanxus' chest, loving how solid he felt.

He groans into Ryouta's mouth. It's always so hot how responsive the blond is. He doesn't care that this is a public restroom. All he cares is that Ryouta is kissing him back and is just as eager to do this.

He presses his hands harder against his rear so he can pick the younger man up. He wants to carry him over to the sink area to put him down there. "You want to sit or do you want to watch yourself from the mirror while I have my way with you?"

"The mirror?" Ryouta blinks. "Oh! Um, sure!" He smiles. "I've never watched myself before. Should be fun."

He presses back enjoying the feeling of Xanxus's hand on his ass. He loves how Xan's big hands feel on him.

"You should. You make the best faces. You're always so sexy when I'm in you." He's wasting no time either. Not in maneuvering them so they're right in front of that mirror. Then he piles some things on the counter from his pocket. Lube. Condoms. Xanxus is always prepared it seems.

His hand slides into Ryouta's waistband. "Sometimes, I almost want to do it bareback with you. Fill you up and watch it leaking out after I'm done with you." He won't though. Because he does treasure the blond enough to understand that protection is necessary.

Ryouta giggles. He feels a little drunk. He feels his face flush dark and hot when Xanxus tells him he wants to bareback him. Maybe one day. Maybe if they become a couple, even if they stay open (which Ryouta would want anyways).

He leans up and kisses Xanxus quickly, looking at the condoms and lube, smiling and then turning to give Xanxus better access to his back. "I wish I was wearing something sexier for you."

A thong or assless briefs. Today he just had a regular pair of boxer-briefs.

He chuckles hungrily after the kiss and works to shove those pants down. His hand comes back around to cup Ryouta's face. "Are you serious. Fucking look at you. You're so goddamned sexy." He pushes that last bit of fabric out of the way. "Sexy and about to be mine. I bet this bathroom is going to make you nice and loud. I hope our guard are out there to hear it. I want everyone to know just how good I make you feel."

There it is, slowly bleeding in more and more. That slightly dangerous possessiveness. That alpha male desire to let god and everyone know just who the younger man belongs to. Even if they aren't exclusive, he'd be just as oppressively dominant.

He doesn't take any time in getting that lube uncapped and get his fingers ready for prep.

He's anxious for it, anxious to have Xanxus in him. He's hard and aching, and can't wait for Xanxus to follow through on his promises.

"Well, c'mon then." He said leaning into the hand caressing his face. "Make me feel good."

And he pushed his backside back. "Please. I want you so bad."

He does like how demanding Ryouta could be. He almost doesn't want to wait. He wants to just push on in, but he's not that much of a jackass, not yet. So at least he'll prepare Ryouta first before he pushes on a condom and holds tight to those hips.

"Relax." Then he's pushing in and moaning because Ryouta feels so damn good.

"D-don't want to," Ryouta quips through his own moan, which echos loudly in the empty bathroom. "Oh, fuck."

He looks in the mirror, and oh, is that he always looks when Xanxus is in him? "Holy shit."

His hand goes around to touch Ryouta's face gently. He's going to keep him there, to watch. He does so like how Ryouta looks every time he thrusts. "That's right. You're so goddamn sexy."

He moans and leans into the touch. This is so hot.

Ryouta looks back in the mirror from his face to Xanxus'. He always loved to watch Xanxus' face when they fucked. But watching Xanxus take him from behind? So hot.

"Harder, Xan," he moaned. "Please.'

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