yeah, ok, I think I did not have enough faith in myself when I said "give me 3 days". it's done :) I didn't go all the way, 'cause that's not the point of this fanart which I love so so so so much!
frat party - SatoSugu - gift for @chu-cho
tw: smoking, drinking, swearing, mutual pinning, sexual tension eventually resolved, semi-public kissing, heavy touching, no explicit words used
The light's dim in the room, except for the occasional stroboscopes that fall on different faces times and again; there's smoke in some of the rooms, most of the rooms, it smells like alcohol and big buff guys everywhere; there's loud music and louder shouts—it's basically a frat house after the school's basketball team's big win.
The back yard has not been spared either: a lot of guys, God knows where they all came from, are dancing, drinking and messing around, passing joints and girls from one another. Satoru's not interested in that, though, he's more into figuring out who invited the outsider. Of course he is the head of this frat, with his looks to kill, his smartass and alluring personality, and his daddy's money. He does not like it that he was not asked for permission, for an opinion at least. And the problem wouldn’t be that big, that they have an intruder at the party—sometimes it happened, but the intruder himself was the problem. You wonder why, I presume. Well, Satoru cannot let anyone know he has the biggest, fattest, juiciest crush on that intruder, Suguru, the centre of the rival team.
The shoulder-length black hair, the big 06 on the shirt and the coloured nails are not the only things that draw Satoru's attention. It's also the piercing he notices on the boy's tongue when he sticks it out playfully for for a pic. Our poor little Satoru is smitten. He has to get there and assert his dominance, he simply has to. He walks over to where Suguru is, hood over his mass of white hair and hands in the big front pocket, reclines against the wire fence Suguru uses as support, and asks, in a condescending way:
"Shouldn't you be mourning your loss with your team?"
The dark-haired guy is busy winking at the camera. Or maybe he's winking at the girl holding the camera, Satoru will never know unless he asks. Which he does.
"Yo, I'm talking to you. Stop flirting with my guests!"
"Would you like me to flirt with you instead?" Suguru asks, all so casually, not even looking at the b0y whose team wiped the floors with his own.
Satoru's at a loss of words for a moment, but then he retorts violently, bending forward and turning his head to glare at the guy. He's wearing his usual sun glasses, so he knows the guy can't see the heart-shaped pupils. He's trying to play tough, but truth is, being looked at directly, by Suguru, makes Satoru's knees go weak.
"Why are you here, dude?"
"I came for the party, isn't it obvious?"
"We didn't lose. We let you guys win."
"As if!" Satoru scoffed, then laughed and pulled back. "You and your excuse of a team had no chance against us."
"Is that what you think, Mr. I score every time I shoot?"
Satoru's team didn't always play against Suguru's, so the only way the guy would know Satoru never missed a shot is by watching all of his games. The sole thought moves him, but he refuses to show it.
"I know for a fact. So? Are you gonna tell the truth or not? Did they kick you out of the team?"
Suguru only laughs and focuses on lighting up a joint, as he walks away. He takes a seat at a wooden table in the yard, knowing full well that Satoru will join in a matter of seconds.
"Hey, don't you turn your back on me in my own house!"
"This is a yard," Suguru clarifies, blowing some smoke in Satoru's face.
"Listen here, you asshole, you were not invited to this party. You don't belong here, so why are you here? What's your team gonna think? That you fraternize with your rivals?"
Despite saying all those words, Satoru was happy his crush was there. He never really got the chance to talk to him when they first met, but he observed him so many times, during the games or outside of them. Everything about that guy lured Satoru to certain despair. Satoru was aware of his interests and so were his teammates, but that never affected their teamwork or their friendship, because he let them know, from the start, he has one single crush and it is none of them. Now being face to face with his crush, Satoru would've loved some back up, though he never really told anyone who the crush was.
"We're rivals when we're on the court. Why should we be rivals here?" Suguru asks, tapping the bench with his palm, as an invitation for the boy in the hoodie.
"We're not in a match now, man. Why can't we just be friends?" Suguru asks with a smile on his lips.
"Why do you want to be friends with me?" Satoru asks, suddenly sceptical. "Are you here to spy on us? Befriend me and my team so you could steal our secrets and win the next game?" He crosses his arms over his chest and bends over, for a staring contest with the other boy.
Suguru blinks a couple of times, confused, then bursts into laugh. He brings his blunt to his lips, takes a small puff from it, then reaches his face closer to Satoru's to blow the hot herbal steam.
"There's only one thing I want to steal from you, Satoru."
His heart is going crazy at the change of tone in Suguru's voice. The closeness of their faces doesn't help either, so Satoru caves in and walks away. "Fuck you, dude, you're weird." He lies, to conceal his real emotion.
"Then I guess we're not so different," Suguru shouts after the boy, but proceeds to engage in conversation with the people who join him at the table.
A bit later into the night, when he's got some booze aboard as well, and he isn't as stiff anymore, Satoru goes back outside to look for Suguru. He decided minutes ago that he's going to pull the guy's tongue until he finds out the truth. He decided he will put aside his crush for the good of the team. Too bad that with all his awareness, Satoru was not able to foresee the outcome of the so personal attack he commenced.
Not finding the guy in the yard anymore, Satoru returns to the house and, barging in the living room, he spots Suguru manspreading on the couch. He goes directly to him and towers high and mighty between the guy's knees.
"Why are you still here?"
"Thanks, but I do not remember inviting you."
Suguru doesn't quite like to be looked at from above. Satoru's God-complex is showing and, no matter how hot the scene feels, he also likes to have the upper hand. He fights off his dizziness and stands up quickly, taking Satoru by surprise. Since the boy has his hands in his hoodie, he doesn't react in time, and he gets hit in the chest by Suguru's chest. Their faces are impossibly close and he instantly regrets taking his glasses off.
"The fuck do you think you're doing?" He asks, frowning.
The people in the room pause their own shenanigans to watch what seems to be an upcoming fight. A short-haired girl shouts from the kitchen counter that if they fight, the whole house will follow and police will knock on the door very quickly.
"Ain't nobody gonna fight, shortie," Suguru says, though his eyes are still fixed on Satoru.
"Why don’t you just leave?" Satoru asks, swallowing his pride, and along with it, all the things he wanted, in fact, to say and do.
"If I leave, will you come with me?"
The question is whispered, so around them a lot of "what did he say?", "did you hear what he said?", "dude, what?" can be heard. Satoru swallows thickly and his blue eyes drop to Suguru's forming smile.
"I'm here to see you, idiot. I don't give a damn about the match. You could beat me any day if it means I get to see you happy, throwing a party."
Suguru speaks his heart out of nowhere, then gently slaps Satoru's face a few times. He hopes the message is well received; he knows the guy is smart and he also knows when he's being admired. It's been a long while since someone looked at him the way Satoru, his rival, d0es. He winks at him like he did for the photograph, then leaves the spot, before the tension snaps.
Struck in place by the gentle look in those dark eyes, Satoru needs a moment to process what just happened. He cheers the people on, back to the party, then he rushes outside, hoping from the bottom of his heart that Suguru didn't in fact listen to him and leave.
But there he is, against the same wire fence as in the beginning, hands in his pocket and one corny smile on his lips as soon as he notices Satoru. The latter joins against the fence, stays silent until the voice in his head stops screaming. They're alone in this part of the yard for now, but the silence is so, so unbearable.
"What the hell was that back there, dude?" Satoru asks.
"What do you think it was?"
"Well, it was kind of unexpected, that's what it was!"
"You didn't expect me to like you back?"
Satoru doesn't have to guts to respond to that, because it feels surreal. Yeah, the guy seemed to be that type but Satoru didn't think he actually stood a chance.
"Cat got your tongue, pretty boy?" Suguru asks, side eyeing his crush.
"Go ahead and check it yourself," Satoru retorts, leaning in to look at the guy.
"My pleasure," Suguru responds as he grabs Satoru's jaw and pulls him in for a kiss.
Satoru melts instantly and he doesn't have the power to pull away. For the first time in his life, he's letting someone else take the lead. He draws his hands from the pocket and grabs onto Suguru's long shirt. He just holds onto it to make sure he's not dreaming, but the way the other guy's mouth plays with his soon hypnotizes Satoru. Their tongues are hot against each other, and the dozen of different sounds and breaths their throats let out soon turn their bodies hot as well. Good thing Suguru's got cold hands, for when he lowers them on Satoru's neck, the boy is jolted back to reality. He slips his long fingers under Suguru's shirt, going straight for the skin, pushing the guy harshly against the fence. The more the kiss deepens, the tighter their bodies come together: Satoru's arms going up on Suguru's sides, while Suguru's circling his around Satoru's neck.
Suguru's not even high anymore and Satoru was never drunk-drunk to begin with, but they're dizzy and the long for each other and they're crazy enough not to care about who could see them. Or so they believe, because when a voice calls them out, they part from each other like kids caught trying to mask a vase they broke.
"Get a rooooom!" The voice calls and a few others join it soon with laughs and cheers alike. "It was about time! I was getting tired of you two fantasizing about each other in secrecy!"
