Excuse Number One
Summary: Rei and Nagisa explore the possible things they can do to help them fall asleep at Makoto's sleepover.
Pairing: Reigisa
Warnings: NSFW, lazy editing
A/N: I had this idea for quite some time, and then THIS picture gave me the motivation I needed to actually write it.
Preposterous.
Shifting onto his side, Rei squints his eyes to make out the sleeping forms sprawled out on the floor nearby. It’s difficult to see in the dark as it is, but it’s even more difficult when he isn't wearing his glasses. He assumes the person furthest away from him is Makoto. He lies flat on his stomach, one of his arms clinging to the blanket of the person lying next to him. Rei automatically knows that person is Haru.
On the other side of Haru is Rin, who Rei knows from experience is a danger to sleep next to. Rin moves around in his sleep a lot, flings his arms carelessly, occasionally hitting nearby people in the face. He’ll wake up after that, ask you if you’re okay, and fall back to sleep before you can even answer him.
Sighing, Rei pulls his attention away from the others, and instead focuses on Nagisa who is lying directly next to him. He lets out a shriek of surprise when Nagisa stares back at him, bright eyes shining from the glow of the fluorescent light inside of the fish tank.
“Hi, Rei-chan,” Nagisa says, he grins at Rei, knowing very well that he startled him.
“Nagisa, what are you doing?” Rei whispers. “How long have you been staring at me like that? Why aren’t you asleep?”
“Couldn’t sleep, huh, Rei-chan?”
“You didn’t answer any of my questions,” Rei mutters. He changes his position so that he can look at Nagisa without having to deal with a kink in his neck later.
“I couldn’t sleep, either. Oh, I know. Maybe we could play video games until we get tired. Wouldn’t that be fun, Rei-chan?”
“Perhaps,” Rei whispers. “But it would also be rude. The others are sleeping.”
“Oh, right. Hmm. What could we do? What could we do? Oh, I know. We could watch the fish.”
Rei chuckles and leans forward, slightly decreasing the distance between himself and Nagisa. “There are only so many things that fish can do. It would quickly become uninteresting.”
“Maybe we’ll get so bored that we’ll fall asleep,” Nagisa replies. “That could work.”
“It could,” Rei agrees. “But maybe we could do something else.” He lowers his hand, knuckles grazing against the bare skin of Nagisa’s lower thigh.
“Something else like wh—” Nagisa doesn’t need to finish asking his question. He can tell exactly what Rei has in mind by the way his hand travels upwards, fingers gliding up his thigh, drawing invisible patterns, and then slowly migrating toward his inner thighs.
“R-Rei-chan,” Nagisa whispers. He captures Rei’s wrist with his hand, and holds it in place. “We can’t do that here. What if someone wakes up?”
“What if no one does?” Rei counters. “And we’ll fall asleep right afterward.”
“That’s because Rei-chan takes forever,” Nagisa says, teasingly.
Rei blushes and shifts his gaze to anything but Nagisa’s face. Nagisa is right, of course. Occasionally, he does have the habit of taking a bit too long. Though he can’t really call that a habit. He doesn’t have any control over it, really. Not to mention that each time feels so good that he never wants it to end.
“Okay, Rei-chan,” Nagisa says. “Let’s do it.”
“What?” Rei replies, eyes wide when Nagisa sits up. “Nagisa, I was only kidding. I didn’t expect you to actually… I just wanted to see how far you would go.”
“Mmhm. Well, you should know by now how far I would go, shouldn’t you? All the way.” Nagisa grins at Rei and stands up. He glances around the room, as if he has some type of night vision and can easily locate whatever it is that he’s looking for. “Do you think Mako-chan has lube anywhere in here?”
“W-What?” Rei sits up, hand darting out to reach for Nagisa’s ankle as he begins stepping over their friends’ sleeping bodies. “How would I know something like that? Nagisa, get back here.”
“Just a minute.”
Nagisa pretty much ignores Rei’s constant whispered badgering. He knows Makoto has to have lube somewhere in his bedroom. He had some in his own room, and so did Rei, so that meant the others did too, right? He maneuvers his way around the room, avoiding touching the others like a spy avoiding a bunch of infrared security lasers.
When he reaches Makoto’s dresser, he stops for a moment to greet the fish before pulling open one of his dresser drawers. He searches through it, giggling at a pair of boxers with kittens on them before finding what he was looking for.
“Jackpot!”
“Keep your voice down,” Rei hisses, and winces when Rin shifts position, pinning himself against Haru’s back. Both he and Nagisa remain perfectly still, and equally quiet before Nagisa decides it’s safe to make his way back over to Rei.
“Mission completed, Rei-chan.”
“You weren’t on a mission,” Rei counters, just before Nagisa drops the small bottle of lube into his lap, lowers himself onto his knees, and pounces on top of him.
It takes them longer than necessary to slip off their pajama bottoms. There’s a moment where they lie motionless when Rin turns around, mumbling something quietly in his sleep before rolling back over again. Nagisa and Rei stare at each other, wide-eyed, yet relieved. It could have been a complete disaster if Rin had actually woken up.
When they’re certain that Rin isn’t actually awake and just pretending to be asleep, Nagisa grabs the lube, pops open the cap, and pours some into his palm. He rubs his hands together while Rei reaches behind his head, gently slides the butterfly pillow from beneath it, and uses it to muffle the moan he makes when Nagisa rubs his slick palms against his cock.
“Does it feel good, Rei-chan?” Nagisa asks, hands expertly pumping Rei to the point where he’s moaning and rocking his hips.
Of course it feels good, Rei wants to say. Nagisa always knows how to make him feel good. This isn’t the first time they’ve done this, and it certainly won’t be their last. All the same, Nagisa likes confirmation that he’s doing a good job, even when he knows he is. Rei could never fault him for that. He’s the same way, after all.
“Perfect,” Rei whispers, and then tugs gently at Nagisa’s hair until he abandons Rei’s cock and kisses him instead. Nagisa’s lips taste sweet, probably because he lied down after eating a mouthful of candy. Rei constantly tells him that his teeth will rot one day, but he never listens.
Very carefully, to avoid hitting Rin, Nagisa straddles Rei’s hips. Lowering himself down, he gasps and whimpers at the familiar filling of Rei’s cock sliding inside of him. Lips parted wide, he breathes heavily, eyes squeezed shut as each inch of Rei’s cock spreads him until it’s sheathed completely inside of him.
“Rei-chan,” Nagisa moans. He falls forward, his slick hands resting against Rei’s pajama top, bunching up the soft, lilac fabric in his grip.
“Shh,” Rei whispers. “You have to be quiet, Nagisa,” Rei reminds him. When Nagisa nods, Rei settles his hands at Nagisa’s hips, slightly positioning them before gently thrusting upward. “We can’t get too carried away.”
Although he may have said this to Nagisa, he’s really reminding himself. He may not be perfect at everything, but he’s certainly does a pretty good job making Nagisa cry out. Sometimes he thinks it’s sadistic to want the person you’re in love with to scream, and shout, and beg for more. He loves that expression that Nagisa makes, the one where his brain tells him that he can’t take anymore, but his body demands that keep going. He’s nothing but a chorus of whimpers then, body exhausted and weak, but his ass still grips and squeezes Rei’s cock, refusing to give up completely.
Nagisa’s doing a good job of biting back his moans. He buries his face against Rei’s neck, teeth occasionally nipping at his shoulder when Rei slams up too hard for Nagisa to actually remain quiet. It’s what Rei told him to do, but not actually hearing him is sort of disappointing for Rei.
In other words, it just won’t do.
“Nagisa, turn over,” Rei says, and Nagisa does what he’s told without protesting. He’s careful to avoid bumping into Rin as he positions himself onto his hands and knees. He kneels there with his bare ass pointed in the air until Rei slips his pajama bottoms, turned inside out, beneath him.
Nagisa almost asks why, but he realizes it a few seconds later, and both blushes and smiles instead. Rei-chan was always thinking ahead. So smart.
He doesn’t cry out when Rei enters him again, but he does dig his fingers into green butterfly pillow beneath his head. Rei only gives him a second or two to adjust before he’s slamming into him, his hands gliding over Nagisa’s ass before spreading it wide, and then pounding deeper inside of him.
There’s a wet stain on the butterfly’s left wing from where Nagisa’s bites into it, shouting into its soft cushion while Rei rocks his entire body forward, and Nagisa pulls it back for more. He’s still doing a good job of keeping quiet until Rei leans forward, his covered chest pressing against Nagisa’s back, and even muffled against the pillow his screams are loud.
“Rei-chan, please,” Nagisa begs. He’s been forcing himself to hold on as long as he could, but Rei’s like a surgeon, knows how to maneuver his way around Nagisa’s body so expertly that all his tricks of prolonging his orgasm are virtually useless. “I can’t…”
“Almost, Nagisa,” Rei whispers back. “I’m almost there. I promise.” Nagisa’s squeezing around him so tightly that he has to actively remind himself to breathe. He’s close, but he’s not ready to end it yet.
Through his peripheral vision, Rei sees Makoto sit straight up, hair tousled all over his head like he just finished rubbing his hands through it. Of course, Nagisa cums at that very moment, whimpering his name, while clenching tightly around his cock. He can feel each violent shudder, can even hear each strangled gasp as his rigid hips thrust forward. Rei can only hope that his pajama bottoms are actually catching the mess that Nagisa is making.
He’s not sure if it’s Nagisa’s orgasm, or the fact that Makoto is sitting up, possibly awake, and might discover what the two of them are doing in his bedroom in the middle of the night while their friends are sleeping. But one of those two things—or perhaps maybe both—pushes him over the edge, and he cums with such intensity that it feels like someone hurled a baseball directly into his gut.
He can’t moan, can’t shout, can call out Nagisa’s name, so he drags his fingernails down Nagisa’s back, gripping his shirt in his hand and tugging at it like a horse’s reigns. He presses his other hand against his mouth, and slides it up, so that he’s biting down on his wrist as his hips twitch and jerk. His cum fills Nagisa’s ass, whose tired, little body is doing all it can to stay up. He feels bad for Nagisa, but not as bad as he’ll feel for both of them if Makoto looks over at them.
Turns out, they didn’t have to worry about that. Makoto is still very much asleep, and he mumbles something about not wanting to eat mackerel before lying back down again.
They rush to get dressed, and Rei grimaces when he has to rub the inside of his pajama bottoms together before slipping them on. Nagisa is apologetic, but he secretly enjoys it. Rei tells Nagisa about Makoto, and then they start to discuss what their plans for tomorrow will be, but they fall asleep before they come up with anything.
The next morning, after breakfast, everyone plays video games and Nagisa teases Makoto for talking about mackerel in his sleep. It earns a few laughs throughout the room as well as an embarrassed blush from Makoto.
“People do weird things when they’re sleeping,” Haru says. He keeps his eyes on the television screen, wanting to be the victor of the game between himself and Rin. “But they even weirder things when they think other people are.”
And Rei and Nagisa can only blush, as they silently begin coming up with excuses as to why they can never attend anymore sleepovers.