Magnetize

Omake: Buttered

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Just a little omake that popped up in my mind. I'm trying to write an original hetero romance and I keep on getting back to yaoi. Siiiighhh... I hope I'm not ruined for hetero lovestories... I still want to write conventional pairings but it's so hard to switch. Heheheh...

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Salmon was expensive. It usually was in all parts of the world. But in Japan, they have what they call salmon season. It was during aki or autumn where the number of fish catch increased. It was the most favorite time of fishermen.

It was a lovely November afternoon and Takao had been excited in preparing the ingredients he needed to cook his pan-grilled salmon fillet with lemon-butter-garlic sauce. It was one of his favorites in the Western-style resto he had been part-timing in these past couple of months.

It had been more than four months since he quit basketball. Now he was in second year college, and he decided to major in Economics. He was also part-timing three days in a week, and his income was more than enough for his share in the apartment rent and expenses.

Takao and Midorima, his bestfriend-turned-boyfriend, began living together in July, at the start of summer vacation. They found a small one bedroom apartment in the middle of both their universities, though it was a little closer to Todai. Shin-chan had to take the train for twenty minutes to get to his school; Takao had to travel for thirty five minutes to get to his.

But so far, everything had been quiet and peaceful. Midorima still played for Todai's basketball club. One of the local channels on TV broadcast the games so Takao did not have to go to the venue to watch.

More than once Midorima had asked him to watch, saying once wouldn't be that bad, but Takao would always decline. He loved it when Shin-chan expressed his wanting for Takao to watch him play, but at the same time Takao did not want to create any trouble for Shin-chan. Midorima had not exactly hidden the fact that they now lived together, and although his team in Todai was tightlipped about it, a lot of people began speculating. And the rumors spread like wildfire.

Suffice to say that now, it was an open secret that Midorima was living with a guy. Not just any guy. A guy he was rumored to be sleeping with.

But, being Midorima, the green-haired basketball prodigy did not care about it. It was either he played basketball or he did not. He honestly did not care about the in-betweens.

Sometimes Takao wanted to ask if Midorima would hear anything about the rumors, or if they were affecting the way people treated him in school. But Midorima looked always nonchalant about it. Takao knew it also hurt Shin-chan sometimes to hear about their relationship being unnatural to many people. But Shin-chan was trying to keep it together and be strong enough for both of them.

So that was why Takao did not want to be a bother.

In his part, Takao still kept in touch with Nobu and Hideki, his close friends in the basketball team. Whenever TMU won in a game, Hideki and Nobu would surely text him to let him know. Some of their other teammates had been dismayed severely when Takao resigned from the team, and all the more when they found out he moved in with Shin-chan.

Sometimes when Takao would meet his old teammates in the hallway of TMU the boys would purposely avoid him, or worse, give him disgusted looks before turning away. Takao knew part of the reason they lost their admiration for him was because he gave up basketball for the sake of one person. And by moving in with Midorima it was like truly flashing a neon sign on his forehead that he was gay living in with his male lover.

However Nobu and Hideki were not like that. The two guys still ate lunch with him when their schedules permitted it. They even went out to eat a couple of times, just the three of them to celebrate a victorious game.

As for Kaito, their self-absorbed center, he never showed Takao he hated Takao. When they met in school, Kaito would sometimes nod at him. He didn't appear to be hateful, just distant.

And today was such a special day!

Because TMU won a game yesterday and Nobu and Hideki were coming over to celebrate in Takao's apartment. Honestly the two had met Midorima a couple of times, especially when Shin-chan would come pick up Takao during their night outs. Nobu and Hideki would sometimes tease Takao how attentive his boyfriend was and that he was treated like a princess. Both Takao and Shin-chan would redden like tomatoes at the ribbing.

Takao had already prepared the salmon fillets. Now he was mixing the butter and lemon juice for the sauce. He loved this recipe. It was a best seller in the restaurant he was working for and he had watched the chef numerous times in preparing it in order not to make mistakes. Tonight Nobu and Hideki would dine with him and Shin-chan. It was actually the first time they would be having visitors since they moved in last July.

He was also busy chopping some vegetables for the side dish, humming to himself when the door opened. "Tadaima!" a deep voice sounded from the tiny living room. Even after living together all these months, and being cuddled up in all their evenings, Takao's heartbeat sped up automatically at the sound of that voice. Happines bubbled forth from him.

He turned sideways, watching as his tall sweaty handsome basketball star came into the kitchen. He offered a dazzling smile to Shin-chan. "Okaeri nasai."

Midorima looked at his eyes briefly, quietly, his own way of expressing his own happiness. He reached out with his long arm and squeezed Takao's shoulder. Takao grinned, going back to his chopping. Midorima got a glass of water from their fridge, watching all the activities in the kitchen.

He frowned. "Are we celebrating something?"

Takao raised an eyebrow at him. "Um, I told you last night, right? Nobu and Hideki are visiting."

Midorima looked puzzled honestly, adjusting his glasses. "Did you really tell me?"

"I did! Last night, at dinner, I think. And right before we slept." Shin-chan shrugged, washing his glass and putting it back in the cabinet.

"I don't remember."

"Dude, last night I told you –"

"If you had told me right after I came in your ass you honestly can't expect me to remember everything you said."

Takao winced. He was getting used to the fact that Midorima could be so straight to the point sometimes, but sometimes it could be a little unnerving. "Sheeeshhh! Do you always have to be literal? Maybe not right after, okay? Maybe after a few minutes."

"Then I would have been sleeping at that time."

Takao grunted. "Oh yeah, I know. You're a goner after sex."

"You would be, too with the kind of practice I have."

"Aww, yeah... So, how's practice, by the way?"

Midorima shrugged again."It's all good. Don't worry."

Takao wanted to ask more, about how they guys from Todai were treating Shin-chan, but he couldn't form a proper question. It wouldn't have mattered anyway. What was important was that they did not show violence towards Shin-chan. Being friendly was hardly a matter worth discussing.

"Hey." Midorima stepped closer to Takao, pressing his chest towards Takao's back. Midorima towered over him, caging him in his arms when Shin-chan gripped the edges of the sink at both sides of Takao's hip. Takao's breath hitched at the contact of Shin-chan's chest at his back. His knife almost slipped and cut his finger. Midorima eyed the vegetables on the chopping board, resting his chin on Takao's shoulder.

"How many times have I told you not to think about it?"

"Think about what?"

"My team. Don't worry about them. I keep my distance from them so I don't know what they think all the time. We only talk if it's about the game. Other than that, I don't care about what they have to say," Shin-chan declared passionately.

Takao turned sideways, his nose touching Shin-chan's cheek. "Isn't that a bit sad? I'm sorry if it has come to this. Maybe if they didn't know we now live together..."

"It wouldn't matter. What I do outside of the court shouldn't matter to anyone. And why should I be sad? I've got you."

Takao sighed, resting his back on Shin-chan's broad chest. He was so happy he was melting like butter. If Shin-chan was a drug then Takao was hooked, addicted, hopelessly enslaved.

As if Shin-chan could detect the heat stirring up in Takao's groin, he pressed his face against Takao's neck and sniffed experimentally.

"You smell like butter."

"Oh yeah?" Takao gasped breathlessly.

"Yeah," Shin-chan replied, running his tongue on the column of his lover's neck. Being taller, he had to lower his groin and pressed it up Takao's pert tight butt, lodging his hardening shaft on the smaller man's butt crack.

Both of them groaned at the contact. Takao let go of his knife, turning his head sideways to seek the lips of Midorima. Midorima ran his hands under Takao's shirt, spanning the taut stomach, up his chest, tweaking at the perky little nipples. Takao opened his mouth wider, cupping the back of Shin-chan's head to keep him in place as they kissed.

Soon, the touching and kissing were not enough. Midorima stepped back, bent Takao over at the sink and with one tug, pulled down the sweatpants Takao was wearing towards his knees, leaving his ass bare and invitingly open. Takao gripped the edge of the sink, his cock already leaking with pre-cum.

In all these times that they experimented in sex, Takao found out that Midorima had this hungry fascination with his ass. When he was in the mood, Midorima would pay homage to Takao's little hole, fingering and tounging it for a long time before actually penetrating it. Takao loved it of course. It drove him crazy with wanting and desperation but he absolutely loved it when his boyfriend ate his hole.

Like right now. Takao tried to control his shudder when he felt Shin-chan kneel behind him. It was a good thing he had cleaned up a little when he got home. When he felt one long wet swipe of tounge on his crack Takao moaned, biting his lip. It felt so goooood...

Midorima eagerly parted the cheeks using his thumbs, pressing his face deeper into Takao's ass, using his tongue to lick the pink rosebud. He loved Takao's taste and scent. They never failed to drive him wild with need. He used his teeth to scrape the skin gently.

Takao hissed in pleasure, almost going crosseyed.

"Damn, please, let's go in the bedroom," he pleaded, huskily.

"I'll do you right here," Midorima answered from behind, kissing Takao's buttcheek lovingly.

"B-b-but... The lube?" Takao looked at his boyfriend's green eyes flaring in mischief.

Midorima, smirking, removed his glasses and tore off his jacket. He looked so sexy doing it that Takao wanted to fall on his knees and pay his homage. But Midorima wasn't going to let him move. He looked at the array of ingredients on the sink. His face lit up all of a sudden.

"I thought I saw something."

"Huh? What?" Takao's eyes widened when Shin-chan scooped a chunk of butter from the plate. It was already half melted and it ran down Shin-chan's fingers. "You're using that?"

Midorima shrugged. "Why not? You're good enough to eat."

Then Shin-chan knelt behind him again and put a generous amount of butter on his asshole, slathering it up. Takao laughed deliriously, overwhelmed at the sensations. Midorima began kissing and licking him there again, and after a while began preparing him for his blunt fingers.

Takao thought he couldn't stand the repeated rub on his prostate by those wonderfully trained fingers that he almost collapsed on his knees. But before that happened, Midorima was pulling him up, bending him over again, and piercing him with his thick cock. Midorima buried himself in Takao in one hard thrust.

Takao's head dropped forward, almost losing his breath. The butter had served as a good enough lubrication, Shin-chan's fingers had softened his passage so when Shin-chan rammed inside him he was more than ready. He was dying for it.

"Hold on," Midorima rasped into his ear, plunging in and out of him none too gently, their feet set wide apart.

"Yeah... yeah... yessss, dammit!" Takao chanted, moving his hips to meet Shin-chan halfway. "Baby, harder. Fuck me..."

Midorima chuckled behind him, a haughty sound of a man knowing he was pleasing his lover. He gave Takao a long hard thrust, Takao shuddered involuntarily. That one particular move nailed his gland on the spot. "Shin-chaaan... So good... I love it!"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I love you so much..." Takao sobbed.

Midorima suddenly gripped him by the chest, thrusting more slowly this time. He buried his nose on top of Takao's head. "Love you too... More than you'll ever know," he whispered hoarsely.

In these moments, when both of them were vulnerable and open with their affections, Takao wanted to cry. Because they had to sacrifiice a lot of things to be this happy. And by being this happy they were defying a lot of rules, a lot of common sense. Midorima rammed so deeply into him Takao saw stars and then he was coming, helplessly coming in his hand as it circled his cock. Shin-chan drove himself inside Takao's tight heat a few more times before he himself came, while he was buried in the hilt.

They were both gasping for breath as they came from their high, their chests simultaneously moving up and down. Midorima's heavy breathing was loud in Takao's ears."Are you okay?"

Takao tried his best to speak. "Are you kidding me? It was... awesome!"

"We should use butter once in a while," Shin-chan suggested, to which Takao laughed heartily. Midorima smiled, a peaceful expression on his face.

Takao shifted so that Midorima would slip out of him and so that Takao could turn around finally, embracing Shin-chan's waist and looking up at him. He gently nipped Shin-chan's chin. It was all that he could reach. Midorima ran his hands on Takao's hair, resting his weight on the smaller man, while Takao leaned on the sink.

Most of the time they were quiet when they snuggled after sex. It was the best feeling to be touching wordlessly after a round of hot passionate love-making. They were still pressed onto each other like that when suddnley the doorbell rang.

DING-DONG! DING-DONG!

Takao, horrified, looked up at Midorima. "It's them!"

Midorima started to look annoyed. "Your friends are disrupting our pillow talk," he complained.

In spite of the situation, Takao laughed. "We aren't actually talking."

"Still."

"Yes, well, I have to change. I've got butter running all over me." Midorima hugged him even tighter.

"And if it was up to me you'd stay like that the whole night. Damn your teammates for disturbing us."

"Awww... Shin-chan, you know they're good friends of mine. They still treat me good even after all these – you know..."

Rolling his eyes, Shin-chan stepped away and got some paper tissues to wipe at him and Takao, helping Takao in pulling up his pants. Midorima knew he was being a selfish bastard to want to keep Takao away from his friends and monopolize him. Given the amount of sacrifice Takao had made for the sake of their relationship. He would be good to Takao's ex-teammates even if it killed him.

"Would you answer the door for me? I need to run inside the bedroom and... change," Takao said.

"Fine."

"Thanks," Takao told him and gave him a peck on the lips, running to their room. After making sure he was all cleaned up, Midorima washed his hands and went to open the door. Sure enough, both Hideki and Nobu were there, looking nervous and expectant at the same time. And surprisingly, the huge center Kaito was also standing there, looking deep at Midorima, almost calculatingly.

"Come in," Midorima said, opening the door wide. The three boys from TMU gingerly nodded at their stoic host, as they stepped inside the tiny house. Since all of them were giants, they dwarfed the living room.

"Hi, guys!" Takao greeted, coming from the bedroom, looking flushed and thoroughly sexed up. Takao knew it and he hoped his teammates did not notice.

"Uh – Kaito? You're here?"

"In the flesh, Rook."

"Wow, I thought – "

Kaito waved a beefy paw. "Don't sweat it. If you're happy with this – " Kaito pointed a thumb towards Shin-chan, who frowned, " – then fine. I'm not here to judge."

Takao suddenly became nervous with all of the attention. It was the first time he was entertaining visitors in his house so he felt awkward. Especially since these people were his ex-teammates who knew he was gay. How in the world should he behave anyway?

"Let's sit down," Midorima volunteered, gesturing to the low dining table where they would eat dinner. The table was small and it was cramped but they all managed. Takao, looking sheepish, excused himself, "I'm just grilling the fish so it'll take a few minutes. Uhmmm, please wait, okay?" Then he ran for safety in the kitchen.

"Here," Hideki said, placing a plastic bag on the table. "We bought some desserts from the konbini."

Shin-chan bowed slightly at him. "Thank you."

"Congrats on your match, by the way. You were awesome in that last game. Your rebounds were just – out of this world!" Nobu exclaimed, bumping Shin-chan's arm with his shoulder. Shin-chan had already put on his glasses and he was becoming nervous with the guy's touchy feely attitude. He honestly didn't like it when people got close to him. With Takao as an exception of course. Nobu began praising his abilities and Shin-chan awkwardly inched away from his zealous fan.

"Nobu!" Kaito admonished. "Stop fanboying the guy. Can't you see he's getting nervous?!"

Hideki only chuckled. Nobu sheepishly scratched the back of his head and offered an apologetic smile at Midorima. "Sorry, man. Got carried away. You know, if I was gay, I'd definitely give Takao a run for his money."

Hideki burst out laughing. Kaito looked pissed and Shin-chan flushed at the comment. Nobu, being the joker that he was, simply shrugged.

"What? I'm just saying. Tsk tsk tsk. Too bad I'm straight."

"Uh huh," Midorima replied dryly.

All in all the dinner went well, especially when Takao returned to save Midorima from dealing with his weird teammates. Midorima merely watched Takao interacting with his ex-teammates. Even if generally, Shin-chan hated disruptions in his quiet evenings, he had to admit seeing Takao happily chatting with his friends as if it was the most normal thing in the world sent warmth to his chest. Takao had decided not to return to basketball but he would always have friends to support his decisions.

In the middle of dinner, while everyone was taking turns sharing stories, and while Midorima sat by Takao's side, decorously far enough not to touch him, Takao lost all his inhibitions and leaned sideways against Shin-chan.

Shin-chan was a little startled, not knowing if it was alright for them to be touchy in front of Takao's friends. Takao simply smiled up at him, silently thanking him for entertaining his visitors as well. Midorima gave him a smile only reserved for him, a soft one that lit up his eyes. He placed his palm at the center of Takao's back his thumb gently rubbing at Takao's flesh.

It was a perfect night. With delicious food and in the company of good friends. They couldn't honestly ask for more.

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So. Just some PWP to tide me over until I come up with a good hetero romantic plot.