~Assorted BxB Oneshots~

Sweat~

BoKuroo Smut (implied KuroKen, BokuAka)

CW // lots of sweat, jerkin' it with your bro 😎, a little dirty talk along the way

Requested by - N/A
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Tetsurou Kuroo

Hot...hot...hot...HOT

IT'S HOT

Tokyo summer...fuck me, I hate it. It's just...unbearable. Sure, it's worse in hotter parts of the world, but that doesn't mean I'm used to it immediately! It's so hot I had to peel my back off my bed this morning. I made the stupid mistake of sleeping with more than zero clothes on, and felt as though I'd been deep fried twice. There was a me-shaped stain on the bed as I detached myself from it, which was enough of a warning that I definitely didn't want to be going outside in this heat. I'd most likely melt, knowing my luck. My hair was already sticking to my forehead just with the indoor heat, and I wasn't bothering to get dressed - I live alone, fight me for walking around naked.

It was then that I'd remembered that Bo had sent me a message - he was coming over later this morning for a gaming sesh. Can't really argue with the fact that it's the best thing we could possibly do today. Normally we'd go out, fuck about at the park or some shit like that, but today it was just totally off the table for me to go outside. He was brave for even coming over...although in his case, it might be stupidity.

There's no question that Bo doesn't have it all there...he's my best friend, but that doesn't make him less of a dumbass. He's scraping through his classes even with my extra help, which makes him a lost cause, as far as my ego is concerned.

There was no better idea on a day like this than turning on the shower and setting the heat to a casual "chilled." Although, it has to be said, there was a significant flaw to having a "chilled" shower: I don't have a fancy shower, so "chilled" means...

"Aah FUCK FUCK FUCK! Too cold! Too cold...too cold..."

...turning the heat off. And it was a flaw that made it almost not worth showering at all. My head was numb once I'd finished washing my hair, but I suppose there was the benefit of getting a little bit cooled off in the oppressive heat. Whether it was worth growing icicles off my nose...not yet decided.

A knock on the door signalled the arrival of one Bokuto Kotaro, and I threw on a loose shirt and some underwear before answering the door. I wasn't concerned enough about my dignity to be ashamed of him seeing me in my boxers - he's seen me in less after practice in the showers, and besides, we're just bros, there's no harm done.

My dignity was never going to be upheld, as it were, since he'd shown up shirtless, wearing the shortest shorts I'd ever consider passable for a boy his age, and absolutely drenched in sweat. His hair was wet, so he'd obviously showered...but he still stank like a cow. I wasn't in a position to complain, since that was all I'd been doing all morning, and welcomed him with a grimace and handed him a towel.

"Bro...I feel like I'm gonna melt..."

"Me too bro...I've just had the coldest shower of my life. My dick looked like a toothpick..."

"That cold? I tried, but I couldn't handle that...my dick looks like a toothpick anyway..."

"Bro...don't put yourself down like that! I bet 'kaashi thinks it's big!"

"...shut up, you know I haven't spoken to him yet"

"Yeah, and you probably never will, knowing you and your fluctuant self-esteem"

"Fuck off, you've not spoken to 'your little Ken-Ken' yet, either!"

"Au contraire, mi amigo! Saturday night at Dino's, back to my place afterwards if I'm lucky"

"Tetsu, you dog! Don't you bite the little kitten now!"

"Oh please. You know Kenma is as much of a devil as you. Much cuter though"

His fake sobbing went ignored, and I loaded up the game we usually played - Mario Kart, what else? Bo picked his usual character, which was of course King Boo. I was a far more sophisticated gentleman, and thus chose Yoshi. Bo always got annoyed at the noises he made, which was another reason I liked picking him.

It was...maybe 5 minutes later that I threw my already sweaty shirt to the floor, left only in my underwear, much like Bo, who had abandoned his shorts. Not having air conditioning fitted in this apartment was my biggest mistake, and I was living to regret it.

Maybe half an hour later, and I was dying. We'd been getting excited and moving around while I completed thrashed Bo in every race we'd done so far. We were just over half done in our 8 race session, and I had nearly double his points. Although, I'm not convinced he was fully focused. He was sweating buckets onto my couch, and his entire chest was practically glistening.

"Bro..." he sounded tired, hoarse as if he'd just been woken up by his mom in a school day. "I feel like my fucking balls are stapled to my legs..."

"I get it bro...it's too fucking hot..."

"I need to...take these off...do you mind...?"

"No bro...it's fine...I'll do the same..."

Neither of us had any qualms about being naked next to each other - desperate times and whatnot. Besides, our attention was firmly on our final eight races, and by the end of them, I was quite firmly ahead of him. He was pouting like a baby, and I couldn't help but laugh at him.

He avoided looking at me, stretching his arms over his head in annoyance before looking down at his...feet? Maybe?

I turned out to be wrong, since he lowered a hand towards his limp cock and palmed a hand over it, almost checking that it wasn't stuck to his pelvis area.

"Uhhh...do you need me to leave the room or something, bro?"

"Oh stop it. I'm sad now..."

"Dude...do you wank every time you're sad? Your wrist must be made of steel!"

"Why else do you think I play volleyball?"

"Oh my god...that's not why, is it...?"

"Of course it is! You must be pretty good at it too bro! I've seen how much your wrist bends!"

It was...weird, having this conversation with him while literally watching him tug on his cock, seeing it harden in his sweaty palm.

"I mean...yeah, but-"

"Don't try to lie to me bro, you're getting hard as well!"

I'd almost forgotten I was naked, in the heat of the moment (and the day). I almost felt embarrassed about how blood was slowly rushing to my cock...but I didn't bother with it.

Fuck it, I could do with relaxing...

I just slumped back onto the couch and grabbed my own cock, starting to pump myself towards a much needed stress relief. I wasn't thinking about the fact that I could hear Bo's grin. Nor the overwhelming heat that was only getting worse now, since this was a stupid idea.

No...my thoughts were elsewhere...

"Fuuuuck I can't wait to have Kenma on my lap like this...he's so pretty, I bet he's good at it"

"Dude, have you seen 'Kaashi's back? That thing arches like a slide!"

"Hope he licks at my cock like the kitten he is...gonna make him mewl..."

"Yeah bro...he won't be expecting that thing"

The casual talk about how much I'm looking forward to Kenma had me already close to the edge. The room stank of musk, and I bit my lip so as my moan wasn't embarrassing as I came on my chest, some squirting as far up as my pecs. Bo was soon after, and he panted loudly with a smirk, admiring my chest and then his own.

"Heh...I shot more than you~!"

"What are you, five?!"
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Had this on the mind for a while

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