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Aomine's voice was yelling, something about nightmares and he was glad, giving a loud moan before the door opened. There was the tanned man himself and Timothy could already imagine what was underneath. he was too far g one in his lust to stop in shame, chest heaving, a blush over his face and mouth open as he panted. Now that Aomine was there he didn't hold back his moans either, hands working quickly to finish.

Why wasn't Aomine leaving? "A-o-mi-ne" he moaned, partially embarrassed partially begging, hazel eyes meeting blue. Though begging for what he could surely guess. But his hips gave a thrust and the man's back arched as he finished, moaning loudly before slumping and breathing hard.

"I'm sorry." he panted. "Mess... the bed..."

"I, I didn't mean,' he said, still trying to catch his breath, "Happened on accident." Yea, sure, it started on accident when he'd walked in on Aomine. Oh god the man would know he was... to him! The embarrassment finally set in, covering himself with his hands. "I... I need to shower." he mumbled, sstanding up and having to lean against the wall for support. His legs were weak from that. He walked to a stack of boxes, removing the towel and continuing to the doorway, eyes looking at the floor as he passed Aomine. "I-I'll be quick." and closed the door behind him, face red and tears in his eyes.

Aomine would know! Aomine would know! And he saw! And his fingers were! And his hand was around! The towel was against his red face, moving and turning ont he shower, looking at the large hole the officer had caused. Oh well, he had to shower, clean himself, be less covered in post-climax.

Then his body gave a shudder as the hot water hit him. It had just felt too good, his body had craved it and still was. "What's wrong with me?" he moaned softly to himself, sitting on the bottom of the tub, wondering if he could finish quickly for a second time.

Timothy continued showering, pausing only at the smells and having to lean against the wall to try and calm down, trying not to imagine Aomine's hands on him. This was Aomine's shower, this was Aomine's shampoo and body wash! He hit the wall, jumping as another bit off sheetrock fell, rinsing off quickly and exiting, the towel around his waist and pausing. The light of the bathroom landed perfectly on Aomine. Him under the sheets, laying down, Timothy's memory able to once more see the strong-build body underneath just waiting for Timothy to get on.

Nope.

Timothy flicked the light off before Daren could see his blush. His throat was so dry right now. "I'm um... going to sleep in my room... because... mess." he mumbled as though that explained everything. "No shirt needed... sorry." and walked out quickly before changing into fresh boxers and climbing under the fresh blankets. he wanted to have another round with himself but it'd just get worse and worse. Maybe if he fell asleep it'd go away. It had to go away. Oh god who could he even talk to in order to get rid of this? he needed medicine or

The man shot up. Medicine! Doctor Madison! He ran towards the pile of dirty clothes that hadn't been washed, quickly finding the card and pulling it out. he had a cure! ... But no phone.

The boxer-clad man sat there, body sensitive and craving before Dr. Madison replaced Aomine.

Nope.

he shoved the card back in the laundry and went back under his covers.

This was going to be a long night.

There was no way to sleep. If he was on his side curled up, it only made itself obvious. If he laid on his back he unconsciously tightened the blankets on his pelvis to roll up into it. Laying on his stomach he'd moved his hips into the bed. There was no possible way to sleep without needing some form of help. He could have a round two if he was quieter, Aomine sounded asleep, or was he imagining Timothy being naked on his guest bed legs splayed and pleasing himself like a wanton whore? He whined into his pillow, curling up and hugging it. What did he do?

Then a knock made him jump and tense while holding the pillow. "Hmm?" he tried to sound sleepy but it came out as more of a muffled moan into the pillow. It sounded like, like Aomine had the same problem. Aomine sounded cute trying to ask, like a virgin asking his girlfriend if they could have sex. But, but would it be all right? He said he wouldn't be opposed to it, they'd help each other and then go to sleep. In their own beds or in Aomine's bed? Did he put a shirt on still? Quietly he moved, finding his shirt and pajama bottoms before putting them on. This was embarrassing, he'd never done this before.

He shuffled to his door, pausing, listening for maybe some snores to show Aomine wasn't asleep. Just silence. He opened his door and tip-toed to Aomine's room. The door was open. His face felt hotter, realizing Aomine said he'd leave it open but still. He could see the faint outline of Aomine under his blankets. Did he say something to say he was here? Did he do something? Timothy looked around nervously before slowly climbing into bed, feeling nervous and awkward all at once as he laid there, moving to get comfortable under the blankets and paused,biting his lip hard to not moan out. He couldn't lie on his stomach he forgot. "A-Aomine?" he whispered.

Aomine may have been tan but Timothy could still see the pink just barely tinting his cheeks. he couldn't help but give a shy yet pleased smile that the man was awake, feeling the hot hand cover his cheek. "I'm sure, Daren." he said softly, touching the hand on his face with his own. What could he do and not do to Daren? Daren couldn't hurt him, Timothy had gone through so much worse. "Do you want to just touch?" he asked, letting the tips of his fingers trail down the man's arm, liftng the t-shirt sleeve so he could let his fingers drag across the shoulder and down to the man's chest.

But Daren grew shy again and Timothy chuckled from his spot on the bed despite knowing he probably shouldn't, the grown man rolling onto his back. The red-head sat up still smiling, removing the hand from Daren's face and kissing the palm and slid over, resting himself on the man, lips trailing up the fingers before the tip of the pink tongue followed. "I like it. I don't mind." and looked down at the other. "Can we kiss when we touch?" and nuzzled the other's wrist.

Timothy could live with kissing and touching, though he was positive he'd wake up with a problem if that's all they did.

The man's groan and suddenly being turned onto his side made Timothy's manhood beg to be out of its confines. Aomine was being soft though and part of Tim demanded that he be rougher, wanted him to grab him by his hair and force his mouth to open with his own. This was like teasing foreplay and it made Tim shudder with want and need. "I promise. I'm not scared." and kissed him again, cupping his cheek with one hand before letting it travel down the warm neck to his chest. "Can I touch under here?" he murmured before kissing the officer again.

Pale hands moved from their spot on his chest to the hem of the shirt, feeling the muscles constrict before relaxing. He moved his hands up the skin before feeling Aomine's hands on his own chest, making him give a small whimper of need. "Aomine," and looked up at the blue eyes before kissing him, need now in the kiss before moaning into it as the hand pressed mildly against him. "I want to do this, Daren." he whispered before kissing him once more. "Please."