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Denki Kaminari was pretty well known in high school. Popular wasn’t exactly a great word to describe him, especially being a band kid, but he had a foot in the door of most cliques and was only despised by those jealous of his effortless congeniality and good looks. He had made a name for himself the last year of middle school for getting caught giving a hand job in the movie theater to a popular ‘straight’ guy from his class.
Having several of his middle school classmates go to his high school kept the rumor going, and when Denki perpetuated the rumor by being a massive flirt, he slowly made his way through the school. He would never kiss and tell, even when directly asked. When he was asked, and if it was in private, he would cooly respond with something along the lines of ‘ why do you ask? Do you want a taste for yourself?’
The stories some people would tell were wild. It seemed like Denki never turned anyone down. He stopped caring who knew and started openly welcoming the title of ‘Virgin Slayer’ after he admitted during truth or dare to taking 9 virginities already. He proudly admitted to helping people realize their sexualities and one time even got caught pressed between two football players under the bleachers after practice. Mr. Yamada reprimanded them so loudly that several people overheard. The rumors about the three of them were pretty straight forward since there were like fifteen first hand accounts. Eijirou and Katsuki took it in stride and came out the next week and started dating publicly. It took the heat off Denki for a while, but before long another of Denki’s partners spilled the beans and it started all over.
Denki went off the market for a bit around midterms. It was a pretty public affair when Denki boldly asked Kyoka, one of the smart kids, to do his science homework for him during class and offered his body in exchange. When Kyoka refused, citing not being interested in sleeping with someone she wasn’t dating. She’d told Denki flat out that she wasn’t going to do his homework unless they were exclusive, expecting Denki to back down and saying as much to the astonishment of the classmates in hearing range. Instead Denki proudly declared, “you know what? Challenge accepted.”
They broke up right after winter break. That was a public affair, too. Hanta, who was Denki’s best friend out of the stoner group, got too clingy for Kyoka’s liking during lunch. She’d said as much right then and there, in the cafeteria for the whole table to hear, so Denki let her know right then and there that if he couldn’t have platonic skinship with his friends then they were through. Neither of them were really upset by the breakup, they both knew that Denki was too much of a free spirit to be held down for long, and like all of his past hookups they stayed friends.
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On Memorial Day they had an inter-school band performance at Yuuei University. The students met up at the school and took buses to the college. Denki arrived a little late so the last seats available were either to sit with Mr. Yamada up front, or with the hot, goth, loner, senior Hitoshi. Probably the easiest decision Denki had made all week.
“Can I sit here?” Denki asked hopefully, interrupting what looked like a good brooding session with Hitoshi leaned against the window looking less than happy to be at school on a holiday. Denki didn't like it either, but the band performances were mandatory.
Hitoshi looked up at him, warily. He rolled his eyes and gestured for Denki to go ahead. “Don’t you have like, a shit ton of friends you could sit with?”
“That’s my secret Cap, everyone is my friend. Even you.” Denki replied with a smile while he sat down.
“We’ve literally never talked.” Hitoshi pointed out, “and I’m not on this fucking bus to make friends.”
Denki shrugged. He didn’t mind a little push back now and then, especially with how gorgeous he found the guy in question. His purple hair was a little wild, and now that he was sitting right next to him, he could see small gauges in his ears. Denki felt so small next to him. They couldn’t have been more than four or five inches apart in height, but while sitting it was really notable. Denki’s height was all leg . Hitoshi wasn’t on any sports teams, Denki knew that, but he must work out or really play the drums a lot because Hitoshi’s arms were way beefier than his own. He was almost as bulky as Eijirou, but built differently. They were only three years apart, but Hitoshi had kind of a mature air about him.
“That’s fair. I can leave you alone if you want, but we don’t have to be friends to chat while we’re stuck together. You never know, maybe we have something in common.” Denki challenged. He could be quiet, but it was much more likely that he would lean into the aisle and chat with Momo and Kyoka in the seat across from him.
“Doubtful.” Hitoshi groused. Denki desperately wanted to get to know him better. Wanted to know if the guy was at least maybe bi-curious and wanted to try fooling around. A senior. He'd only been with freshmen and a couple sophomores. He probably wasn't a virgin, he was so good looking. Maybe he even had a girlfriend already, Denki had no way of knowing without asking.
“Oh it's on .” Denki laughed, “How about a bet? I bet you we have something in common. If I win you have to acknowledge we could be friends. If you win you can pick your prize .” Denki smirked.
Hitoshi raised an eyebrow and shrugged, finally angling his body away from the window.
Denki was over the moon. The tired grumpy look just did it for him . He'd never quite got why people were into calling their partner Daddy or Mommy until this instant. Still wasn't his cup of tea, but he at least understood now. It wasn't really even the age, Denki realized. It was demeanor. Hitoshi was only… well Denki didn't know his birthday but 17 or 18. There's topic number one.
“When's your birthday?” Denki asked.
“July First.”
“No way! That's so close to me! Mine’s June 29th. Depending on the year that falls into the same week, so there! We have something in common!” Denki declared with a grin.
“Just being born at the same time of year doesn't count. It doesn't change that we could have completely different interests.” Hitoshi argued lazily.
“Fine! But I'll find something…” Denki promised.
During the first 30 minutes of the commute they went back and forth with little facts about themselves, finding that actually they had a lot in common. Hitoshi didn’t seem to mind that he'd lost the bet. They connected over little stuff like being a cat person over dogs, but also big stuff like only being in band because a parent strongly encouraged them to. They both liked music though, Hitoshi was actually a very good drummer and expressed he’d wanted to continue with music after graduating. Denki revealed one of his embarrassing secrets, that as much as he loved appreciating music, he really struggled in band class. He still couldn’t read more than the most simple sheet music because of his dyslexia, but he got by purely on having a good ear and faking it.
“I love going to concerts though.” Denki shared, shifting the focus away from his shortcomings. “My older sister has been taking me to Summer Rock Fest every year since I was 12.”
“No shit?” Hitoshi mused, “I went last year.”
They talked about the band's they saw, the ones they liked and didn't like, and it was the best conversation Denki had in weeks.
He waxed poetic about the press of bodies and the thrill of feeling the music so loud it’s in your bones. Being mashed against the front barrier and jumping with the crowd. It was probably the thing Denki was most passionate about. Live music. Rock, punk, ska, anything really. If there were people on stage playing instruments he was into it. If the music was good enough and the vibe of the crowd was good he even enjoyed the shows where it was just a dude pressing buttons on a laptop. While he was talking, he didn't notice the way Hitoshi was looking at him. The hunger that had been building slowly over the last couple minutes.
“You’re something else, Denki. Definitely not who I expected you to be.” Hitoshi admitted with a cocky upturn of his lips. That's when Denki finally caught on.
“Oh?” Denki questioned, feigning ignorance in a way he was hoping Hitoshi picked up as playful as he meant it, “and what did you expect?”
Hitoshi didn’t respond right away. He looked down at his hands fisted in the pockets of his black slacks they were required to wear for school concerts, then out the window as the bus pulled off the freeway. They would be there soon.
“I don’t want to upset you,” Hitoshi said quietly, carefully, like he wanted to be honest but also didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news if Denki didn’t already know. He turned back to face him, “but I’ve heard a lot of rumors about you, Denki.”
Denki smiled suggestively, “I didn’t take a hottie like you for a prude.” He knew the rumors, and he also knew that a majority of the ones going around were true. The ones that likely carried all the way through to seniors were probably the big ones. Definitely the one from under the bleachers.
Hitoshi took another moment to process that not only did Denki know about the rumors, but that Denki was essentially confirming they were true. He knew a couple of them were but hearing it from the source was different. Denki looked proud , even. He pulled his hands out of his pockets and adjusted his pants, making a big show of grabbing his dick through the fabric so there was no mistaking the sizable hard-on he had been hiding. “I’m really not.”
“Jesus christ, Hitoshi!” Denki whispered, whipping his head around to see if anyone was watching, “oh god, can I touch it?”
Hitoshi nodded, looking vulnerable for the first time Denki had ever seen, so he reached over as casually as he could manage. His dick was massive. Maybe not the longest he’d ever touched, close , but definitely the thickest. The heat of it through the slacks made Denki’s mouth water. Hitoshi flexed, making it jump in Denki’s hand.
“ALL RIGHT LITTLE LISTENERS!” Mr. Yamada yelled from the front of the bus, causing both boys to jolt in surprise. Denki ripped his hand away, not being able to afford being caught by him again .
While Mr. Yamada gave instructions for filing off the bus and how to behave, Denki crowded into Hitoshi’s space with pleading eyes. “Have you ever had your dick sucked?” He asked. Hitoshi shook his head. Denki’s birthday seemed to be coming early this year. “I’d love to change that, if you’re willing to let me.”
“Fuck, they don’t call you the Virgin Slayer for nothing, do they?” Hitoshi asked incredulously.
“Nope!” Denki bit his lip, excited to be another person’s first. Hitoshi was three years older than him, hot as hell, and was so cool . “We’re the second school to go up, so we don’t have long. Mr. Yamada knows to come looking for me if I’ve been out of sight for too long, too.” Hitoshi rolled his eyes, “Meet me in the bathroom during the first performance, you gotta leave first. I’ll come find you.”
Hitoshi agreed as they were ushered out of the bus. Denki wondered how Hitoshi was walking with an elephant trunk sized erection, but then again nobody would question the way he had his fists in his pockets and a subtle anti-social-esque hunch.
They collected their instrument cases from the compartment outside the bus as Denki formulated a plan to not get caught this time.
“Hey Ei?” Denki asked with his sweetest voice as everyone lined up in seat order. Eijirou was 3rd trumpet and Denki was 4th.
“Yeah bro?” Eijirou asked, turning to see what he needed but squinted when he saw the look on Denki’s face. “Wait, hold up. No. I know that look. Whoever it is can wait until later.”
“I promise I won’t be late.” Denki pleaded, “It’ll be so quick, Ei. Like, hopefully not a two-pump-chump, but each school is playing three songs. That gives me… at least ten minutes. Ei you know ten minutes is nothing for a first time blow job!”
“You know the teachers are aware I cover for you all the time.” Eijirou complained, “The second Yamada knows you’re gone he’ll look at me and just know .” As if hearing his name, their band instructor walked past them, so he dropped to a whisper. “ Adults can read my mind, Denks .”
Denki gave him a pointed look with his tongue firmly in his cheek then whispered back, “Just a blowie. I’ll suck his brains out, I’m begging you I need this . I asked him .”
“Is that supposed to mean something to me?” Eijirou asked while they filed into the building with their instruments.
“Sometimes I say yes when someone asks, sometimes I make the first move. When I’m the one asking I have to follow through, you know?” They took their seats to the side of the stage and Denki made eye contact with Hitoshi as he spoke to their teacher who seemed fine with excusing him, “Fuck he’s already going.”
“Oh my god, a senior Denki?” Eijirou asked.
“Graduation is next week, it has to be today. Plus I have plenty of time now, they have to do all the introductions and shit.” Denki pleaded. He was watching Mr. Yamada carefully, when another adult came up to him and got his attention. “Oh! Now! Going now! Bye! Thanks!”
Denki grabbed his trumpet case and slipped out of the gym the same way Hitoshi had and looked around. He found a bathroom pretty immediately, and Hitoshi was inside leaning against the wall opposite the door. Denki grabbed his arm and hauled him into the far stall and pushed him against the closed door. He knelt in front of him, dropping the trumpet case so it blocked the view from the side, that way anyone walking in just saw one dude peeing in a stall with his instrument case on the bathroom floor like a psycho so they didn’t get caught.
Unzipping his pants, Hitoshi was watching Denki closely. It thrilled Denki to his core to be looked at like that. Like Hitoshi couldn’t believe that this was happening in the best way. Denki helped pull Hitoshi’s boxers down under his balls and giggled when he got slapped in the cheek by Hitoshi’s escaping cock.
He looked back up at Hitoshi again with his hand hovering a hair’s breadth away, in askance. A chance to change his mind. Hitoshi nodded at him jerkily, rucking his plain white dress shirt up under his chin so he could see everything.
Denki didn’t waste any time. He grasped Hitoshi’s cock and gave a testing lick to the shiny precum already beading down the tip and felt his own dick twitch in his pants at the way Hitoshi reacted, eyes fluttering and sucking in a quick breath but never looking away. He swirled his tongue around the head and licked a stripe down the shaft.
Watch me? Denki asked with his eyes.
Denki sank down on the length taking as much as he could. He used a hand to pump whatever he couldn’t reach. He hollowed his cheeks and swiped his tongue back and forth on the underside.
“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Hitoshi whispered with reverence through a moan.
Denki started bobbing and sucking, only kind of trying to keep the noise down. He was listening for the door to open, he had done this a dozen times, he would make sure to stop immediately if the door opened so they didn’t get caught. He pulled back and flicked his tongue over the silky head, letting his eyes roll back for a moment at the taste. Denki loved giving head. And from the looks of it, Hitoshi loved receiving it.
Hitoshi had one hand white-knuckled holding his pants and the other flexed hesitantly. Denki had seen the move enough he knew it probably meant Hitoshi wanted to put it on his head. He looked pointedly at Hitoshi’s hand and nodded. The hand threaded into his blond hair softly, and Denki wanted to show him he could take control, do whatever he needed to cum before someone wondered where they were. He opened wide and bumped his lips against his fist, and used his other hand to cover Hitoshi’s, pushing it. As he bobbed, Hitoshi started to get the hint.
Hitoshi brought his other hand to Denki’s jaw and rubbed his thumb right where Denki’s lips were stretched around him, in awe, before using both hands to grip the back of Denki’s skull and roll his hips. Faintly the sound of timpanis started to rumble over the slurps, the concert starting already. It had only felt like a minute or two.
Denki couldn't help himself and started moaning softly around the fat cock in his mouth. Eventually Hitoshi started fucking Denki’s mouth in earnest, and Denki shoved his free hand down his own pants. He was so close already.
“Can…” Hitoshi panted, “Can I come in your mouth?”
Denki let go of Hitoshi’s cock to give a thumbs up. Hitoshi fucked into him roughly, but somehow Denki didn't gag. Hitoshi started letting out little groans that grew in volume as they both chased their completion until Denki choked, a glob of cum frothing out the side of his mouth. Denki jerked at the feeling but didn't pull off, swallowing and spilling into his boxers a few tugs later with a muffled groan. His head was filled with orgasmic cotton and his teeth tingled a bit from the intensity. He pulled off and used little gentle licks to clean up all escaped cum.
“You’re amazing.” Hitoshi praised, “like a little sex kitten.”
“Thanks!” Denki beamed, head clearing quickly and wiping his shiny wet chin with a wad of toilet paper. “Now return that monster from whence it came and get back before Yamada comes looking!”
Hitoshi zipped his pants, pulled his shirt back down, took a deep breath, and helped Denki to his feet.
“Thanks, man…” Hitoshi started, and paused awkwardly. He didn’t know the etiquette for this type of thing. Even though he knew he was one of many, he felt in an unfamiliar sense that he could be different from Denki's other… conquests? He didn’t know if he was allowed to want more, but he took too long to decide.
“Go!” Denki urged.
He did.
They made it back unnoticed and Eijirou didn’t even have to cover for him. He sat with Ei on the ride back and it slipped Denki’s mind to ask Hitoshi for his socials when they got back to the school. He told himself he would ask Hitoshi at school but before he knew it, a week had passed and Hitoshi graduated.