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Chigiri is trying to kill him.
That’s the only explanation Reo can come up with. Some way, somehow, he managed to incur the ire of Chigiri Hyouma, and now he’s being punished for sins he doesn’t remember committing.
Thing is.
Chigiri keeps sending him nudes.
Not full on, pussy out, kind of nudes, but there’s really nothing else he can call them. Every few days, Chigiri will send him three or four nearly explicit similar-ish pictures with captions like “Which one’s better?” and “Help me pick one pls” and, of course, the infamous “Do I look hot?”.
Like he wants Reo to help him pick hairstyle and not find a barely tasteful ‘fuck me’ angle to impress some random dipshit.
(He feels a little bad thinking like that, cause he’s fairly certain Chigiri’s mystery man must be part of their extended friend group. But considering the guy he’s had a crush on since forever is asking him to peer-review nudes for other people, he thinks he’s allowed to crash out a little)
And every time, Reo grits his teeth, keeps a tight lid on his stupid feelings, and helps Chigiri like a good friend should.
If nothing else, whoever Chigiri’s texting is a lucky, lucky man – though that would be true even if he was sending half-awake selfies in baggy pajamas, but Reo is desperately glad that he isn’t. Knowing Chigiri is serious enough about someone to indulge in that kind of domesticity might really send him into cardiac arrest – because he gets creative.
They both take their social media feeds very seriously, so Reo knows for a fact Chigiri has a whole fancy set up of ring-lights and tripods and camara lenses. Plus, his room has both fairy lights and cool LED color changing lining on the walls. And he uses all of it in his favor to try and destroy Reo’s sanity.
(Or, more accurately, to destroy the sanity of whomever the actual recipient of the pictures is. But he doesn’t like thinking about that)
If Reo loved himself just a bit more, he would tell Chigiri there’s no need to try that hard. That whoever is blessed enough to have his attention would probably fold on a blurry, off-center, shot of the angle his jaw gets when he does that cocky half smile smirk thingy. No body pics required.
But. But. That would make Chigiri stop sending them to Reo.
And while his current situation constitutes cruel and unusual punishment – and he kind of feels really bad for lusting after Chigiri’s pictures without his knowledge – now that he got a taste, he might cry if his little window into heaven gets taken away.
Images of Chigiri’s legs – stretching for miles, disappearing under silk sheets, covered in beautiful shadows that highlight the hard muscle beneath the softest looking skin Reo has ever seen – are branded behind his eyelids. Mirror selfies – showing off Chigiri’s perfectly sculpted shoulders and lithe arms and a toned stomach featuring the most inviting happy trail in the history of the world – haunt his dreams, his nightmares, and his every waking hour.
The fact that he now knows exactly what the curve of Chigiri’s ass looks like from nearly every angle – except for a proper full-view from behind because even through text Chigiri is a damn tease – makes him feel like he must have been a saint in his past life, but for some reason God hates his guts anyway, and is being a horribly sore loser about it.
It’s torture. It’s salvation. It’s too little to satisfy him. It’s the best fap material he could ever hope for in his life.
Hence his conclusion: Chigiri must be trying to kill him.
Which Reo is being a really good friend about! Might he add.
He makes sure to give him glowing reviews on every picture, and he always picks the honest second best of the bunch for Chigiri to send.
Yeah, he pettily keeps Chigiri from sharing the actual best angles with anyone but him. But he cannot imagine anyone would willingly tell their crush: Sure, send this one! It made me both instantly hard and want to propose matrimony. I’m sure whatever useless idiot you’re dating will love it!
(Again, he sends a mental apology to whichever one of their friends is also Chigiri’s crush. He’s sure if he knew the identity of this mysterious asshole, he’d be more mature about it. Promise.)
No way.
Besides, every picture has Chigiri in it, so they’re all winners. What does it matter if he keeps some of them just between them with a little white lie?
He’s smart about it too. Always makes sure to delete them from the chat and his phone gallery without uploading them to the cloud. Every picture Chigiri has ever sent him sits pretty in an encrypted album inside a password protected app that looks like a calculator.
Reo really hopes whoever the lucky good-for-nothing guy is, they are at least as careful.
Not knowing who it is makes everything harder. For a lot of reasons. But mainly because he’s never seen Chigiri this determined to get anybody’s attention. He’s had partners since Blue Lock, of course. Some more long-lived than others, but none made Chigiri so eager to chase.
Reo was honestly under the impression that Chigiri just… didn’t.
Apparently, all it takes is the right person because he must be texting – and sexting – him constantly to need this many pictures checked. It’s honestly ridiculous. Either this guy can’t catch a damn clue or Chigiri is secretly running a sketchy charity where he shows the pictures to vegetative patients in hopes of kick-starting their higher brain function so they can ask him out after.
Since the pictures keep getting worse – better? – the second option is starting to look more likely by the day.
More downright erotic instead of flirty. Almost lewd. It’s gotten to a point where Reo can’t answer Chigiri’s texts in front of other people, nor anywhere in public for that matter.
(He can’t very well say his friend wants his opinion on an outfit if there is no outfit to speak of)
Reo is running out of appropriate ways of complimenting Chigiri with how suggestive the material is getting. So, whoever is receiving the pictures must know Chigiri wants him. That, or he’s the densest motherfucker in the world.
And considering Chigiri says they’re not dating yet…
Every time he tries to tell him this guy is just too stupid for him he’s met with laughter as his concerns are soundly dismissed. Rude, if you ask him. He’s only looking out for Chigiri.
Reo has never seen him this secretive.
Chigiri even refuses to text him in Reo’s vicinity!
None of their friends want to fess up either. Karasu laughed himself to tears when Reo asked about it over coffee, Yuukimiya only sighed, long-suffering, before hanging up on him, Ryuusei looked at him like he grew a second head, and Sae said he’s ‘under strict orders not to get involved’ – weather from his boyfriend or Chigiri himself, Reo doesn’t know – and the list goes on.
See if he ever does anything nice for any of them again. Ingrates.
His phone pings in his hand. With no practice and free of social commitments, Reo decided to spend the day in indulging in his more homely hobbies like drawing and cooking… as well as scrolling through the – really quite impressive – library of pictures Chigiri has sent him over the last few months.
But that’s neither here nor there.
The preview for the message shows him the text but not the attachment. A necessary precaution all things considered.
It reads: “Thinking about wearing this tonight, wdyt?”
Oh. Maybe this is a normal one. Maybe Chigiri finally has a date with the guy and he’s looking for Reo’s opinion.
Something ugly crawls up his throat at that. He should be happy for Chigiri. Excited to see whatever dumbass he’s into finally got his act together. But he’s just so jealous. If given the chance, Reo just knows he could be so much better for Chigiri. Hell, he would have taken him after the first picture if they were for him.
Reo wouldn’t play games with him. Or make him wait months when his desires are so clear. He would make it so good for Chigiri too. Make him forget all about anyone else. The idiot Chigiri is crushing on probably wouldn’t know what to do with all that body if it hit him in the face.
He shakes his head harshly, trying to clear it as he taps on the notification. No use crying over spilled milk.
The text that greets him is nothing like he was expecting.
It’s not innocent at all.
Propped up on the edge of his bed, phone in his right hand, facing the mirror in front of him. Chigiri’s calves are tucked under him while his upper body leans left, held up by his other arm.
The pose shows off his waist to hip ratio in a way that should be criminal, and his thighs look so thick and soft and perfect. Reo wants to sink his teeth into him.
Taken by the wave of sheer hunger he feels; he almost fails to register what Chigiri is wearing.
What at a glance could have been plain black briefs are actually made of intricate lace. Dense enough to be somewhat modest through a camara lens, but Reo can tell they would be practically see-through in person. A stripe of black cuts through the skin of Chigiri’s legs, connecting with more lace a bit above his knees.
Stockings.
Stockings and a garter belt and lace panties. And holy shit Chigiri is actually trying to kill him.
Is he wearing a lace top too? A corset? Or is he bare under the sweatshirt that covers his torso?
Chigiri’s phone covers most of his face, but with his head tilted, the edge of a smile is barely visible. Showing off a sharp canine in a self-satisfied display.
He should be. Satisfied, that is. He looks… mouthwatering.
Reo can’t stop staring.
The sweatshirt is big on him – further exaggerating the proportions of his body because Chigiri always goes for the throat – gray and worn in. It gives a comfy, almost effortless air to the image. As if Chigiri makes it a habit to lounge around his house wearing perfectly fitted lingerie.
Reo wants to grab his waist under it, pin him to the bed, bunch it up over his chest, devour him.
It must be new too. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Chigiri wearing it, through the blue accents do look familiar…
No fucking way.
He zooms in on the drawstrings around the neckline. Sure enough, the right one is missing its blue endcap, replaced by a silver one after it fell off.
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Is that my hoodie???
Yeah
Focus Reo
How do I look?
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Chigiri is wearing Reo’s hoodie.
He’s wearing Reo’s hoodie and taking pictures in lingerie.
For his date.
With his crush.
Who is not Reo.
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I’m coming over
To my house?
Right now??
Be there in 10
Don’t send that to anybody
…🙄
Ok?
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It actually takes him seven minutes to reach Chigiri’s building. The receptionist greets him by name and sends the elevator to the ninth floor without needing to be told. By the time he knocks on Chigiri’s door it’s been eight minutes and twenty-three seconds since their last message.
He doesn’t bang on the door. He’s not an animal. But he does tap his foot like an impatient caricature while he waits.
Christ.
It takes Chigiri fifty-seven seconds to open the door - which he doesn’t feel proud of knowing – and he looks exactly as he did in the picture with the exception of some short pajama shorts covering the lace briefs. Gray with little cat paws on them, harshly contrasting the black garter belts and lace stockings.
It should look ridiculous. But it’s Chigiri. So Reo only finds it cute and hot and perfect.
“Cancel your date” He blurts out.
“What?”
He takes a deep breath. In for a penny, in for a pound, he supposes.
“Your date. I don’t care who he is, tell him you’re not available”
Chigiri studies him for a moment. Crossing his arms, leaning on the doorframe with one hip cocked out. Reo sees the way the fabric on his thigh shifts. He swallows and forces his eyes to meet Chigiri’s.
There’s a glimmer there, something he can’t quite place.
“Why?” Chigiri asks, slowly, searching.
Reo doesn’t know what for. What answer Chigiri wants. But he does know how he feels.
“Because I don’t want anyone else to see you like this”
“Like what?”
“Chigiri, you look good enough to eat” Reo rolls his eyes “You know that”
Chigiri shrugs, a smug smile playing at his lips “Maybe”
“You do. Whatever idiot you’re trying to impress doesn’t deserve you”
“Yeah?”
“Of course”
“Hmm… Well, he is very dense”
Exactly!
“Way too dense” He hurries to agree “You should find someone else”
Chigiri laughs, loud and brilliant “You need to make up your mind”
“What do you mean?”
Pushing himself forward with his shoulder, Chigiri steps in front of him. Close enough Reo can smell the scent of his favorite cherry lip oil mixing with his shampoo. Chigiri’s voice is a murmur, laden with amusement, pushing air against his lips.
“Which is it, do you want me to stay here with you or go find someone less dense?”
“… Huh?” Reo answers intelligently. Partly because he tends to lose his train of thought when Chigiri is this close, partly because what?
While Reo is busy processing the implications of that sentence. Trying and failing to make sense of it. Chigiri shakes his head as if exasperated and closes the space between them.
Chigiri’s hands hold the sides of his face.
Chigiri’s lips touch Reo’s.
Chigiri kisses him. With his lips. On Reo’s lips.
He might not quite get why or how they got here but he’ll be dammed if he looks a gift horse in the mouth.
On the split second before he closes his eyes, Reo realizes Chigiri’s lashes look even longer like this. Fanning over his cheeks in the cutest flutter.
He rounds Chigiri’s waist with one arm. Pulling him closer still, as if such a thing were possible.
It’s good. It’s so good. Way better than everything he imagined it would be and then some.
Kissing Chigiri tastes like victory. Like bringing his team to the top of the Premier League. Like scoring a match-deciding goal in the last minute of the World Cup. Like winning a second Ballon d'Or.
But better.
Cherry on his lips, his favorite Darjeeling blend deep in his mouth, something uniquely Chigiri behind it all. Reo chases the taste like a man starved and Chigiri lets him. Opening up under his touch like he needs this half as badly.
They kiss deep and languid for long enough that he feels dizzy with it. He pulls back just enough to get some air, peppering Chigiri’s lovely smile with short pecks between every breath. Chigiri’s hands round his neck. Playing with his hair, nearly leaning his full weight on Reo.
He feels a sudden, violent, urge to lift him off of the floor entirely and take him against the nearest wall. He resists. If only because he’s pretty sure this hallway has camaras and they’ve already given enough of a show to whatever poor nightguard is on duty.
Still, he keeps Chigiri close by the arm on his waist, bringing his other hand to thumb at Chigiri’s bottom lip.
Plump, wet, red from kissing. Pulled into a pretty, pretty smile.
“You were flirting with me” Reo whispers, almost afraid to be somehow wrong.
“Yup” Chigiri’s smile gets wider “Thank you for noticing”
He thinks back to all the pictures, the teasing messages, the weird cageyness around his supposed crush. Suddenly their friend’s reactions make sense. They knew. Of course they knew.
Fuck. Maybe Reo is dense.
But still, he doesn’t think it’s fair to blame it all on that.
“Then why did you pretend to be into someone else?”
Chigiri breaks eye contact for the first time all night. Tilts his head down so his bangs cover most of his expression and stares to the side, avoiding Reo’s gaze even as he tries to lean back to get a better look.
“Aah… I was nervous?”
Lovely red paints Chigiri’s face. High on his cheekbones, over the bridge of his nose. As if his eyes spilt over and stained the porcelain skin around them.
Reo wants to bite him. Right there on his perfect cheek.
He strains to focus past the cute aggression and keep to the matter at hand.
“Nervous?”
Chigiri gets redder.
“… Yeah”
“Why?”
So fast it almost gives him whiplash, Chigiri’s eyes sharpen. His glare should be fearsome, but it just makes him look prettier in Reo’s eyes. Especially combined with squishy, pouting, lips.
“Don’t be daft Reo”
“I’m not” He holds on tighter. Just in case Chigiri gets any bright ideas about moving away “Chigiri, look at you, I would be crazy not to want you”
Instantly, Chigiri relaxes. Going from embarrassed to smug in a blink.
“That cute?” He purrs, leaning closer.
“Better than cute” Reo shakes his head, almost brushing their noses together “Chigiri, you’re everything”
The blush is back with a vengeance. Bright, vibrant. Taking up more real estate on Chigiri’s face by the second. But this time he doesn’t hide. He looks at Reo head on, almost daring him to do something about it.
It would probably be punishable by law not to kiss him after that.
Their second kiss is just as good as the first. Better, actually. Twice as many sparks flying behind his eyelids with every brush of their lips.
Maybe that’s just what kissing Chigiri is like. Better and better every time.
He can’t wait to find out.
“Let’s go inside”
Chigiri stares at Reo’s mouth while he answers, almost absentmindedly “Eagar, are we?”
“Well, you got so pretty for me” Reo starts trailing open mouthed kisses over Chigiri’s jaw, ravenous with want “I need to make up for lost time”
Reo finds himself practically dragged into Chigiri’s apartment. Both of them stumbling over their feet trying to stay as close as possible on their trip to the bedroom. It takes longer than it should with how they stop to make out against every other wall, but they’re eventually successful.
Chigiri’s room is pretty and probably messy, but Reo couldn’t say the first thing about its state if asked under oath.
He has more important things to do.
(Later that night – or early next morning, he’s not quite sure – when Chigiri is under him arching his gorgeous back and making the prettiest noises, Reo ponders that while Chigiri may not be trying to kill him, he could manage it anyway.
It must be written somewhere, he thinks. That humans are not supposed to be this happy.)