--BLUE HAIRED IDIOT-- Bakugo Katsuki love story

Chapter eight ✔️

might be spicy, idk yet but they gonna take a shower.

Bakugo was lead through the apartment, turning into a room that looked to be a bathroom. No shit dumbass Bakugo thought to himself. He was pissed because he probably pissed himself infront of a super hot guy that he just made out with, and now he's about to take a shower with said hot guy. Honestly, he was ready to get out of the clothes he was wearing because it his sweat was making it stick more to his body, and the front of his pants was were and he didn't like that. It was sticking to his dick and it made him uncomfortable.

He heard water of the shower turn on which snapped him from his thoughts. He looked up to see Mac, who was already stark naked, bent over the tub checking the water temperature. He gulped and looked away, cheeks growing hot as he clinched his hands into fists to distract himself from looking back over. He really wanted to look again, but he was already flustered enough. Before he knew it, a naked Mac was unbottoning  the white and green dress shirt of his school uniform. Very slowly to where he just smacked his hands away mumbling "I can do it myself."

"Well alright then. I'll be in the shower. Join me when you're done." Blue pulled the dark blue shower curtain back enough to where he could go in, then disappeared from Bakugous line of vision.

He let a breathe out that he didn't know he was holding. Rubbing his hands down his face before finishing the process of taking his shirt off. He hadn't worn an undershirt, which he was glad for because he would've had to rip it off due to how much he was sweating. He threw the shirt in a random direction, not caring where it went, then took his belt off. He looked down as he did, seeing a slight wet spot beginning to form where his junk was. He scowled before taking those off as well, leaving him in his bower briefs. The front of those were soaked more than his pants. I can't believe i pissed myself.. he thought before pulling them off. They were sticky as he did so, making him cringe as he saw what was on the inside. White pee? No this wasn't pee. God dammit. He fucking ejaculated on himself?! Don't get him wrong, he has taken sex ed classes in middle school, but he was too busy training his quirk and his academic record that he didn't pay attention or didn't have time for... private things. He never watched porn like normal teens his age do, he watched text books meant for math, or literature. Not.. Sex. He was embarrassed that the first time he had an orgasim wasnt by his right hand, but by that stupid fucking blueberry.

He picked the briefs up with his index and thumb, looked at it with his nose snarled in disgust, throwing it in the bin by the toilet. Now what? he turned to go to get in the shower, oh. He'd almost forgot about that.

He got in very slowly, trying not to let Mac know he was getting in, if he didn't see him already. The dark blue curtain dimmed the lighting by a lot so it was a little dark in the shower, but he could clearly see the blue hair mans back. He was standing under the shower head Running his hands through his hair. Bakugo watched as his lean figure flex with each movement he made. His eyes started to trail down his back, noticing a few freckles on his shoulders. His tail was limp and hanging down, but before he could look at his ass, Mac turned around, leaving Bakugos eyes to meet with Mac's hung ass dick. He must've been looking for awhile because he heard a "Hey, my eyes are up here, blondie."

The blondes eyes snapped up to Blues while his cheeks screamed red and heat. He didn't mean to stare that long, but it's not every day you see another mans penis. But the thing he was embarrassed by, was that he wanted to look again. And Blues golden yellow eyes flickered up and down bakugos own body. But he didn't do anything but kiss him briefly and pull him into the water, his back facing Mac.

The water was just the right temperature. Extremely hot. It could be because Bakugos quirk was causing the bathroom to become hot and steamy, or Mac likes to burn himself with hot water. His eyes closed on their own, relaxing under the stream. He felt hands running through his hair, the scent of shampoo invading his nose. It smelled like blue, even if he never had the time to take in his scent. He just knew it was his. Is it bad that he wanted to smell like this forever?

He never felt this relaxed before. It could be the hands that were massaging his tense muscles, or the fact that his quirk stopped being a bitch. He decided to go with the first option. Because, man, the massage he was getting felt good. He wanted to stay in this shower with Mac forever. To just forget the world. To feel the hands move tenderly on his skin. To shiver at the slight scratches that the hands would leave every so often. But alas, all good things have to end, because the water was ice cold by now.

Mac gave Bakugo a towel as he grabbed two for himself. Bakugo had just realized that his hair wasnt in it's messy man bun like it was before. Now cascading down his face in wet sections , hitting an inch below his shoulders. His hair was almost a navy color when it was wet. Mac's hair was thick so he used one towel to dry his hair, and the other to lazily dry his body. And the blonde just stood there, water dripping from his own hair and body, untouched by the towel, watching Mac do a simple task.

Bakugo wanted to punch himself for how many times he's constantly stared at the man in front of him. He was angry at the fact that his ego wasn't telling him wow dude, that's super fucking gay. But it wasn't saying anything. Just quietly watching him as well as if the egoistic wall he built up over the years didn't matter anymore. But the cold feeling of being wet made him look away for a few moments to dry himself, and also distracting himself from looking anymore. Like that's not going to happen again. Shut up.

With both of them dry and towels around their waists, Mac lead Bakugo into his room, giving the blonde a pair of shorts and a grey t-shirt that had the band Queen on the front. Even though the Blue haired male was taller and a little more slim than Bakugo was, the clothes were about the same size that he would wear. It was comfortable. He pulled the collar of fhe shirt to his nose, closing his eyes as he took in the scent it had. He looked up to the blue haired male who put on his own clothes, and shivered at their earlier activities.

Was it bad that he wanted that to happen a second time?