"Ah..."

Shivers ran down my spine. It was so heated, so intense. Those soft, perfect hands...oh yes! Touch me there! That hot mouth...biting, licking, sucking, trailing sweet kisses down my exposed body. God, it's all too much for me to handle. It's almost as if there were two pairs of hands pleasuring me. Loving me.

"M-more...please..."

My own voice seemed foreign to me, moaning and panting like that. I don't lose my composure. I always keep my cool. But this...oh this is Heaven. I'm melting. That perfect body looming over mine, caressing my thighs, my waist...stop teasing me! Give me more! I felt his mouth against my ear, his breath warm. I shivered again. Then, I froze. Another pair of lips made its way to my other ear, nibbling gently on the lobe. There really are two people here with me...

"As you wish."

"Anything you want."

I jolted awake, breathing heavily and sweating badly. I sat up in bed, my hands in fists as they tighten around my mussed hair.

"Damn it..." I breathed, referring to my aching hard on. I hate having these stupid dreams. These wonderful, wonderful, stupid dreams about...them.

Shin-chan...and Miyaji-senpai. Damn, they're so damn beautiful... Shin-chan with his cold light green eyes and long, gorgeous fingers, and Miyaji-senpai's flawless blonde hair and harsh personality...they're both so...so...ugh!

I shake the thought from my head and throw off the covers, groaning at my discovery. I'm leaking through my damn pajama pants! This is bad...this is my third time this week, and it's only Thursday. After checking the time, I trudge my sexually frustrated ass to the shower to wash up and get ready for school. In the midst of washing myself, perverted thoughts popped into my head.

Shin-chan...washing my back with those perfect hands of his, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses across my shoulders...

"Shintarou..." I felt my dick twitch, and my eyes snapped open. Did I seriously...just imagine that...God, what is wrong with me?!

Nonetheless, I couldn't stop my hand from reaching down to grasp my swollen shaft. I bit my lip, my eyes fluttering closed. It was still sensitive... My hand moved quickly, pumping ruthlessly. My imagination ran wild again. I could just imagine Miyaji-senpai, his hair all wet from the shower, on his knees in front of me. He -like everyone else- is so much taller than me, so he'd have to hunch slightly and grasp my hips with his rough hands. Then he'd bring the tip of my cock to his lips and...

"Ahn! Fuck!" I was startled by my own ejaculation, the sticky white substance shooting all over my hand and the wall of the shower. I groaned angrily and washed off again, hating the feel of my own cum sliding down my legs. I was literally jerking off for ten seconds, and the simple thought of being blown by Miyaji-senpai...

I quickly turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping the towel around my waist and going to brush my teeth. I was aggravated at my reflection in the mirror. I was so damn red... Even my neck was a tint of pink. It's ridiculous.

After brushing my teeth, I quickly ran to get dressed. Shin-chan'll be angry if I'm late again...

"Shiiiiiiiiin-chaaaan~!" I continuously rang the doorbell to Shin-chan's house, my usual cheeky smile. "Shiiiiiiiiin-chaaaaaaaaaa- OW!"

I was cut off when I was attacked with an alarm clock. I looked up at the second story window, not surprised to see Shin-chan looking down at me with an expression less than amused.

"Why must you make such a commotion so early in the morning, Takao?" His deep voice was so sexy... I pushed the thought to the back of my mind and beamed up at him.

"Well if you answer your door faster, then I wouldn't have to be so noisy." His response was a simple eye roll.

"I'll be down in just a minute." He closed his window and disappeared in his house.

I walked back to the rickshaw, leaning against the bike. I sighed heavily. Shin-chan will come downstairs, scold me, win at Rock-Paper-Scissors and sit in the rickshaw as always. He's always so close, yet so God damn far. I've been having these weird feelings for him for months now. At first, I thought it was just the immense respect I had for him, and of course he's my best friend... But lately, I've been noticing I've been staring at his ass, or his toned body whenever he takes off his shirt in the locker room or showers. And then I've been thinking about being enveloped in those arms and...

God damn it, Takao! Knock it off! He's your partner in basketball. That's it. You don't have a chance in Hell. You don't even know if he swings that way... You didn't even know that you swung that way until recently! I groaned.

"Damn."

"Excuse me?" I jumped, startled at the voice. I looked up at Shin-chan, who stared down at me with an eyebrow raised. "Stop daydreaming, Takao. We're already late." He held out his fist for Rock-Paper-Scissors, to which I put up my own fist.

"Yeah, yeah...sorry, Shin-chan. Ready?" He nodded, and I concentrated hard, preparing to lose.

"Rock! Paper! Scissor! Shoot!"

"Neh?! How do you do this?!" I complained, my paper defeated against his scissors.

"Simple. I follow everything Oha Asa tells me, and I won't ever lose." I rolled my eyes and climbed on the bike. That's when I noticed something.

"Hey, Shin-chan, where's your lucky item?" He didn't skip a beat.

"As always, I have my lucky item with me at all times." He began to unbutton his uniform jacket, and I felt my heart race. What is he doing? Is he stripping in front of me?! He opened up his jacket, and I deadpanned. Under his jacket was a white T-shirt, a duck decorating the front. Laughter bubbled up in my throat.

"Pfffft! How cute! Shin-chan has a ducky shirt on!" I continued to laugh as he sat in the rickshaw, adjusting his glasses with an unchanged expression.

"I don't think you're in any position to be making fun of me, rickshaw driver." My laughter immediately stopped. He was right. Pulling this thing along was embarrassing, especially when you're stuck in traffic and everyone's staring at you...I sighed heavily, pushing off with a grunt. "Maybe you should invest in a car."

"Maybe you should invest in a damn car!" I heard him chuckle lightly, and I couldn't help but smile. I love being able to make him smile and laugh, especially because it doesn't happen often. His laughter is so deep and smooth...it's perfect, just like the rest of him.

Not that I'd ever tell him that.

Being his best friend is so frustrating. Why won't he just slam me against the wall and-?!

Nopenopenope.

Wait til after school. Then fantasize. Ugh. This is gonna be a long day...

Hi~ So, this is my first KnB story... Also my first M-rated fic... *is kinda nervous*

TakaMidoMiya is mah favorite anime threesome in the world, and I thought I'd die if I didn't get the idea for this story outta my head. I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter, this should be fun, no~?