Out of Bounds

“Oh…oh yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes…”

Akira raced into the house, the acceptance letter from Kippei’s college crushed tightly in his triumphantly aloft fist as he searched for his boyfriends. He found them in the kitchen, Shinji tuning his guitar at the table and Kippei stirring something in a bowl at the counter.

Normally, Akira would have greeted them long enough so they knew he was home before running up to take a shower. He was still sweaty as hell from his run and his hair was plastered to his head in damp strands of dark red. Now, he was dashing into the room, practically dancing until he had both of his boyfriend’s attention.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!!” He slammed the letter down on the table, grinning like a fool. “I got it! I got it, I got it! Full academic scholarship!” He stopped dancing long enough to throw arms around Kippei and kiss him, then moved to yank Shinji’s guitar out of his lap so he could collapse there himself and kiss his tensai boyfriend.

“We’re celebrating”, he said, twisting a finger over the end of Shinji’s blue braid as he set the guitar carefully against the wall. “We all need a drink!”

There was the sound of a door slamming open then shut, shoes being kicked off and hitting the wall, house slippers sliding on the polished wood entrance and then a rather sweaty Akira molested Kippei mid-stir before stealing his guitar, flopping sweatily all over his lap and Shinji would have said something but Aki was kissing him so really he thought he would wait until after Aki considered him kissed. Then Aki went and said the magic word; drink. Well, almost magic.

“Not…all of us,” Shinji corrected. “Kippei is on probation and only gets juice.” Shinji looked over at Kippei and smirked. “Isn’t that right? And can I point out that this idiot is this excited about getting to go to more school?” Really, Akira was nuts, plain and simple. “Now, if he came in and said…I dunno, that he had a hard on while running and wanted sex all evening, that would be understandable, but he’s this excited about getting to sign up for years of work. Kippei, our Aki is insane.”

Kippei snorted. “We knew that already,” he said, smiling sideways after his redheaded boyfriend and running his tongue lightly over his lips where Akira had left his kiss.

“And I am not on probation,” he informed Shinji mildly. “I’ll drink with you, same as always, as long as you’re not trying to get me drunk. I know my limits and if you don’t ask me to push them, there won’t be a problem.”

He paused, finishing his stirring and setting the bowl aside before he turned to lean back against the counter, crossing his arms and watching the two of them with a faint, barely there smile.

“Scholarship to where, Aki?” he asked, raising his voice slightly to interrupt more kissing.

“Jerk…but it’s okay, I’m too happy to be annoyed at you” Akira murmured very quietly to Shinji as he pulled reluctantly away.

He hugged Shinji, his cheek against the blue-haired one’s forehead, and grinned happily at Kippei, his eyes twinkling with humor. “Let’s just say we might bump into each other in the hall, buchou.”

Shinji was a tad disgruntled by the end to kissing, but he still had a lap full of Akira and Akira wrapped around him in a warm hug, so he supposed that was okay. He looked over at Kippei and smirked. He was so counting Kippei’s drinks just to be sure.

“Wait…we’re all going to the same place…that’s really cool, it will be like being back at school again and we’ll all be on the same team again and I bet we can get rid of their crappy Captain and the two of you can run it again like you used to…that would be better.”

Kippei shot Shinji a startled look. That was the first he’d heard of that decision, from Shinji himself at least.

“Really,” he murmured, raising one eyebrow. “You’re going to be at my school this year? Since when?” Since they had a new house, he would bet. Even if they hadn’t actually moved yet, but that was soon.

Kippei was surprised. Shinji thought about what he had said and blinked. Damn, he hadn’t meant to tell Kippei, but he supposed it was okay since Aki was definitely going now. Shinji hadn’t been sure what he wanted to do but he had taken their stupid scholarship months ago anyway just because…he might want to. Then he had wanted to, just because Kippei was there, but he still wasn’t sure Kippei wanted him at the same school so he had waited, to see if Aki ended up in the same place, and he had.

“Maybe…I guess,” Shinji muttered, nuzzling a little against Akira’s shoulder. “It’s not far to walk now, so…I guess. Maybe.” If Kippei didn’t mind, but it looked like he might.

Akira tugged on the short blue braid, grinning. “You will”, he said knowingly, pulling away so he could get up. They were supposed to be celebrating! He knew there was still tons of booze lying around; he’d just go get it himself if he had to.

The arm that clamped around his waist prevented that though. He landed back in Shinji’s lap with a soft ‘oof!’. He squirmed at lips landing on him and looked hopefully at his other boyfriend.

“Can I get a drink, Kippei? Just bring me a bottle of something…Shinji’s in octopus-mode today!” He laughed.

Kippei smiled briefly at Akira, but he was still studying Shinji with some concern. “Sorry,” he muttered, shaking his head. Sighing, he pushed his fingers through his hair, raking it back and fixing Shinji with a wry expression. “I was going to ask you about it–your dad said you had been thinking about it, but I thought you might have been waiting to see what Aki and I were doing this year. I wanted to talk to you but I never got around to it.” He smiled, softly. “I’m glad you’re going to be there. Both of you.”

He walked past them on his way to get Akira something to drink, running a hand through Akira’s hair and dropping a kiss on top of Shinji’s head. “Shin’s always in octopus mode…” he answered, throwing a grin over his shoulder as he went to see what was left in the cupboard. “But we like him that way.”

“I am not…” Shinji muttered a little glumly, thought he felt better because Kippei said he didn’t mind if they were all at the same school and Shinji didn’t want to do school anymore unless they were both there, and they were going to be so everything was better now. They even had a house that was pretty close so he wouldn’t even have to walk that far. His arms tightened on Akira’s waist for a moment longer before he let him go.

“There’s no such thing as octopus-mode…its not my fault you two never want to just hang out and hug and crap, just coz Aki’s a prude and Kippei doesn’t want to annoy him, its not ow fault is it Kafe?” Shinji abandoned them both, picking up the cat to go flop on the couch with. “Kafe understands what’s important, don’t you silly cat.”

Prude?

Oh well, that wasn’t going to bring him down. Akira smiled at Shinji’s disappearing back, hearing him babbling to the cat.

Kippei came out that moment with what looked like rum, and Akira grabbed it, taking a long pull straight from the bottle. Rum. Good stuff too. He licked his lips, sliding his arms around Kippei’s waist to kiss him heatedly before stepping back.

His eyes gleamed purposefully, looking at Kippei over his shoulder as he turned to walk out to the couch.

“I’m going to go liberate the cat. Coming?”

Mmm, that was nice. Kippei kissed Akira back, pressing a hand to the small of his back as he held him close to claim his mouth thoroughly. He let go when Akira stepped back, admiring the sexy gleam in Akira’s eyes as he headed for the couch.

“Of course,” he grinned, a gleam of his own lighting his dark eyes. The cat was not allowed to snuggle Shinji when Kippei wanted that privilege for himself and Akira. Between the two of them the cat didn’t stand a chance, no matter how attached to it Shinji was.

Shinji heard footsteps and leant over the back of the couch to look at his two boyfriends upside down. They were plotting something and it was sort of weird since usually it was Kippei and Shinji ganging up on Akira.

Contemplating it, Shinji finally looked at Kafe in his lap and gave him a mournful pat before curling up on his side facing the back of the couch, trapping Kafe in a little pocket between his knees and his stomach.

“I don’t know Kafe…I think its best if you run, but you can hide if you want to, I’ll protect you from the study-freaks.”

Akira took another swallow from the bottle before standing over Shinji. A little smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth when Kafe saw him and purred.

“You can’t run, you can’t hide, Kafe”, he laughed mock-ominously, tugging that blue braid again before stretching out his fingers invitingly. “C’mere cat.”

Kafe looked back at Shinji, then at Akira again, and then abandoned his ‘protector’. Akira scooped him up with one hand, draping him over his right shoulder, where the feline unabashingly purred louder and rubbed against his neck.

“The cat is liberated. It’s time to storm the prison.” He glanced at Kippei as he took another drink.

Kippei grinned, and brushed a finger over Kafe’s head where he burrowed against Akira, petting him briefly. He had to like anything that so obviously loved Shinji and Akira as much as he did, even if it was just a cat.

His grin turned feral then as he turned to survey Shinji, still curled up on the couch. “Oh yes,” he murmured. “Very much so.” He placed a hand on the back of the couch and jumped up, swinging himself over the back of it and tumbling down on top of Shinji, scooping him up unceremoniously and shifting him on the couch, lifting him easily and pushing him onto his back before stretching out on top of him and assaulting his mouth with a fierce, heated kiss that was still slightly rum flavored from Akira’s drink.

“Do you surrender?” he asked, pulling back far enough to smirk at Shinji’s expression.

Wtf? It was a conspiracy. The cat had abandoned him, Kippei was jumping around like Kyo on happy juice and Aki was voluntarily drinking. Shinji waited until Kippei pulled back, listened to his question and just stared.

“Where the hell are the real Kippei and Akira?” Seriously because these two were demented, and had stolen his cat away from him and were…really damn sexy. “I want a drink,” Shinji mumbled.

Akira was starting to feel good. Really good. The booze was starting to take effect, just starting to make everything take on a dreamy look. He wanted to stay in this state of mind.

He stroked the cat one last time before setting him down gently in a chair, where the feline looked up and yawned at him, curling up into a faintly purring ball of fur.

“You want a drink?” Akira jiggled the bottle above his head teasingly, daring Shinji to peel himself off the couch for it.

Kippei smirked again and sat up, freeing Shinji enough that he reach for Akira if he was so inclined–which it looked like there was a good chance he was.

The real ones had apparently left the castle of sanity some time ago, but they seemed to be having fun, so Shinji squirmed free and snatched hold of Akira’s waistband, tugging him close and pulling him down between Kippei and himself. That was better, and from there he only had to tilt Aki’s bottle to get a drink. Maybe if he was drunk he would understand how the thought of endless study was so appealing.

He pushed the bottle upright again and relaxed under the two of them, reaching out to bury his free hand in Kippei’s hair, the other still wrapped firmly around the end of Akira’s belt.

“Ishi picks good grog, we should always get him to get ours for us, even though Kippei is old enough, but Ishi looks older than Ki-kun which is weird because Ishi’s younger than I am, and they never sell it to me, but he is kind of scary sometimes too so maybe that’s why…we can play tennis together again. That’s really good.”

Oh yeah…he was getting drunk pretty fast. Akira took another long gulp out of the bottle and ended up staring at Shinji’s hand attached to his pants. That wasn’t the way to get them off…he swayed a little when Shinji pulled at it a bit.

“Sure we’ll play” Akira assured Shinji, weaving a little the other way. “And we’ll win and…what was I saying?” He looked up at the ceiling for answers, but none were forthcoming.

Kippei looked amused, rescuing the bottle from Akira’s precarious grip and taking a drink himself. Rum was one of the few stronger drinks he actually liked, in moderation. It wasn’t quite as much of a shock as the vodka had been. Instead it made him feel warm and a little bit tingly, and it was a pleasant feeling. As long as he kept track of how much he drank, he rather liked it.

Besides, Shinji and Akira were cute as hell when they got drunk…case in point being Akira, at present. Well, and Shinji, too, because Kippei wasn’t sure what the hell tennis had to do with anything at the moment. But that was just Shinji, Kippei didn’t think he was drunk yet.

“Of course we’ll play,” he said, dryly amused. They always did. “But we’ll have more fun if we do it later, when you’re not three sheets to the wind.”

Kippei was drinking and Shinji felt bad that it made him a little nervous and resolved to stop, so he wiggled his way out from under them and wandered over to their liquor stash, grabbing a bottle of Jack and sculling more than he thought was probably healthy right off the bat but he really didn’t care. Besides…sneaky Akira had gotten a head start on him, and stolen the cats’ affection, traitorous little beast, and then there was Kippei who was so taking Akira’s side. Traitors, the whole lot of them.

“How come I got two nerds for boyfriends…god really hates me,” Shinji muttered, wandering back over and taking another long drink, half the bottle gone already. “If we cant play tennis then I wanna play something else, and it better be as good as tennis, or I’m not playing.”

Akira raised his head up slightly from Kippei’s shoulder (having half-drunkenly maneuvered them around so that Kippei half-lay on the couch and he draped over him, back to chest) and took another swallow from the bottle still in Kippei’s grasp.

He was feeling good. Really good. Damn good. He was glad he’d thought to take his socks off. The air around them was a little cool, but he liked it, and wiggled his toes with the hint of a grin.

He looked at Shinji, standing there, looking like the pouty sex machine he was, and he grinned wider, pulling Kippei’s arm closer around him. “We’re not playing, we’re ce-celebrating” he hiccupped, gesturing to Shinji with the bottle, almost pulling it out of Kippei’s hand. “Babe, c’mere already…”

Aki was…almost drunk. Already. Shinji sighed and couldn’t repress a small smile, going over and kneeling beside them, leaning over to kiss Akira while one hand sneaked under to twine through strands of Kippei’s hair. He didn’t point out that celebrating and playing were sort of the same thing, doubting drunk Aki’s would really see the difference.

“You’re such a lightweight,” he mumbled affectionately.

Shinji was pouting and it was damn cute, and Akira was warm and almost…snuggling on top of him. Kippei decided he was feeling way too damn good. He hadn’t missed Shinji’s nervousness, knew he was still a little uncertain and Kippei didn’t blame him, but he was being careful tonight. It would be okay.

He sprawled back with Akira against his chest and just watched the both of them, a tiny grin quirking the corner of his mouth. Shinji’s fingers found his hair and he hummed softly in appreciation, keeping a sharp eye on Akira from under half closed lids. Damn, the boy was going to drop that yet…Shinji was right, he thought in some amusement. Akira was a lightweight. But he was cute as hell like that, so it all worked out.

“Come up here,” he ordered, tugging at Shinji’s arm. “You’re too far away to kiss.”

“No he isn’t”, stated Akira cheerfully, still wiggling his toes now and again. “He’s right here. Right here, right here.”

Then Akira was talking into Shinji’s shoulder because he had moved up to kiss Kippei. The arm of Shinji’s long-sleeved shirt sagged off of his shoulder a bit, and Akira thought it must be one of Kippei’s. It smelled like the both of them. Like…what was that American expression? Surf and turf. Water and Earth. It rhymed even…

He chuckled and buried his face in the uppermost part of Shinji’s chest, dropping a kiss on the flesh exposed by the drooping shirt, holding him close with his unoccupied hand.

“Ye should steal Ki-Ki-Ki-Kippei’s shi-rts all the ti-ime. Smells gooooood…”

Kissing Kippei was distracting and yummy and god, sexy, but not so distracting that he didn’t feel Akira’s lips on his chest, and that shouldn’t be possible except that yes it wasn’t his shirt and god, Akira was just as damn distracting. Shinji broke away from Kippei and tried to untangle his shirt from Akira’s fingers but only succeeded in getting it more tangle around both their hands. How was that even possible?

“Ki-kun,” he whined a little. “He’s drunk…” But really the only problem Shinji had with it was that he wasn’t, so he stared at the rest of his bottle of Jack, shrugged and sculled the rest, gasping as it burnt his throat and shivering as he felt it settle in his gut. Damn, that was…a really weird feeling.

“Then I wouldn’t get to wear yours,” he murmured against Akira’s cheek, inhaling the scent of him. Drunken imp that he was.

That was so much better, kissing Shinji with Akira pressed snugly in between them, and they were both so hot and sexy. Kippei could barely hear what Akira was saying, couldn’t concentrate on much of anything other than Shinji’s mouth and his tongue, hot and sweet and wet, but the way Akira was squirming was highly distracting. Shinji’s shirt? His shirt… hmm… he sighed in some disappointment as Shinji pulled away, and yes, Shinji was wearing his shirt. He liked Shinji wearing his shirts, but he had to agree with Shinji–he liked even better when Shinji wore Akira’s, or vice versa.

Smirking, he watched the two of them get all tangled up in it. “Just take the damn thing off, Shinji,” he murmured, feeling relaxed and rather intoxicated himself from heat and kissing and warm Akira and Shinji right there, right together, all three of them the way it should be.

Akira made a protesting sound around the mouth of the bottle he was swigging from again. He swallowed hastily, coughed when it went down wrong, and his fingers tangled more in the fabric.

“Wait…lemme…” he coughed again. “I wanna do it…’m I stuck?” He pulled experimentally, screwing up his face in concentration, and freed two of his fingers. He pulled again, while drinking down another mouthful of rum. Another finger came loose, and with Kippei’s assistance, the rest of them did as well.

Akira sat up, and then sank back down with a soft groan as the room tilted a bit. He took a breath and tried again, pushing the nearly empty rum bottle into the crevice of the couch to hold it, and reached over to grab the end of Shinji’s stolen shirt.

And missed.

“Hell” he frowned and tried again, this time nabbing the ends in two fists and pulling it clumsily over Shinji’s head. He smiled brightly, pleased at his accomplishment.

“Did it. Much better now.”

Shinji wasn’t sure he was going to keep his head at the rate Akira was going and he barely ducked Akira’s elbow as his shirt was yanked off, frowning as cold hair hit his skin; no one had lit the damn fire.

“I want that back,” he grumbled, reaching out to snag the end of the shirt, but it had a large splotch on it from where Akira had tossed it at the rum bottle, which had spilt a little and Shinji gave up, tossing it aside. “Gimme yours then,” he demanded snatching hold of Akira’s shirt and pulling it off, tossing it on the growing shirt pile. He glared at Kippei then and settled for sneaking his arms under Kippei’s shirt and it was warmer under there so he slid closer, getting further under.

Amused, Kippei helped Akira with Shinji’s shirt. Shinji was right…he really was a lightweight. But damn cute like that. He kissed Akira’s hair, dodging then as Shinji attacked the shirt, pulling it over Akira’s head. Oh, that was nice… Shinji’s fingers felt good against his skin and he had a lapful of shirtless Akira, and damn, it was getting hot in here. He purred, a soft rumble of content as he stroked Akira’s bare back, leaning slightly into Shinji.

“Much better,” he murmured, approvingly. They were so sexy.
Conversely, Akira shivered, both at the fingers trailing up his spine, and at the cooler air moving around his naked torso. It was warmer beneath him, behind him.

He twisted around, seeking that warmth instinctively, twining his legs around Kippei’s longer ones as he threw an arm around his neck and lay against him fully. “Hi” he smiled cheerfully, before nuzzling the crook of his boyfriend’s neck. Much nicer this way; warmer.

Akira settled his head on Kippei’s chest, yawning slightly and cracking an eye open to look at Shinji. Gorgeous, pouting sex machine that he was. He reached out curious fingers that traced that mouth that never seemed to stop moving, touching that pale jawbone, and finally stroking a stray bit of hair that had escaped the braid.

Without looking away, he murmured to Kippei, “Ish Shin-ji okay? ‘Ow come he’s not jumping us yet?”

Shinji glared, just a little. How could Aki be so annoying and so damn cute and sexy at the same damn time? That shouldn’t be allowed, there was no way Shinji could win like that.

“That’s not all I do,” he grumbled. “I like doing other stuff, like kissing, and playing tennis, and sleeping, and watching you do the gardening and just stuff, I don’t always want to just have sex you know, and I’m fine, but you’re drunk. Even drunk you shouldn’t ask questions that you don’t really want to answers to, because that’s not really a question. Well, it is, but what’s a question without an answer? It’s just…words put together, without a meaning…” Shinji stared at the empty bottle and sighed. He was so doomed.

Kippei snorted. “You’re drunk, Shin,” he assured him lazily, stroking his hand down Akira’s bare back.

“But we like it when you jump us.” He smirked, sliding his other hand into Shinji’s hair, disregarding the braid, and pulled him close enough to kiss again. “We know that’s not all you do,” he whispered against Shinji’s lips. “But you’re damn sexy when you want us.”

He shifted, sitting up and freeing himself enough to pull his own shirt over his head, tossing it aside. Much better. Settling back, he pulled Akira against his chest again and sighed contentedly at the feeling of skin against skin. Almost perfect… he reached for Shinji, holding out his arm.

“Come here, you.”

Akira watched them quietly, feeling at once amazed that he wasn’t jealous of either of them, kissing like that in front of him, but also…

“Heeeey…jerksh, where’s my kiss?” He poked Kippei’s chest with a finger, pouting slightly and raising his head up. “Don’ ignore me! I want kisses too an’-mmph!” He was silenced by lips on his; surprised out of his rant.

Drunk Aki’s were fun, plain and simple. Fun to tease, fun to play with, fun to kiss. But…they tended to yell, loudly, right by your ear and that just wasn’t cool so really it was Akira’s own fault, and he had asked for kisses so now he was getting them. Lots of them. Except Shinji got bored quickly with the light little kisses he could shower Akira with any time of day, wanting more, and deeper and now damnit, so he gently pulled Akira’s head toward him and kissed him for real, hard and wanting and as ‘jumping’-like as possible.

“Ignoring you is not exactly possible, loud mouth.”

Shinji had pulled away to mutter that, with Akira’s lips following, seeking. When it dawned on him that he wasn’t being kissed, and kissed like that anymore, his eyes cracked open with a little pout.

“Not fair!” he whined, pulling back himself and raising his hands to that his fingers were stretched out in front of his face. Frowning in concentration, he ticked off a few fingers, re-straightened them and ticked another two off. “Yeah!” he exclaimed after doing this. “You kissed Kippei three…wait…four…this many times…” here he held up four fingers and blinked at them before continuing, “an’ I only get…um…this many…” he held up two, then frowned, putting one finger down, frowned again and put it back up. Finally putting his hand down, he nodded at Shinji.

“Yeah. Ssso. Want another.” He didn’t give Shinji a chance to answer, and flung himself at the blue-haired god with a speed that sent them over the edge of the couch onto the floor.

“…Ow…” came Akira’s comment, drifting up from the floor.

Kippei chuckled and slid off the couch to join them, smoothing Akira’s hair back. “If we’re counting, Akira, you owe me some more kisses too.”

Not that he minded, he wasn’t counting, but he certainly wasn’t going to lose the opportunity to kiss Akira again. He watched the tangle of Shinji and Akira with amusement, thinking that they were both just damn cute.

Still rubbing the side of his head absently, Akira looked up at Kippei with comically huge owlish eyes.

“I do? Really?”

The redhead sat up, which just happened to mean he was now sitting on Shinji, and beamed happily at his taller boyfriend. He wasted no time in pouncing Kippei and enthusiastically attacking the man’s lips.

“Yes really,” Kippei answered dryly, reaching out to catch Akira as he tumbled forward, pulling him into his lap and off of Shinji. It wasn’t so much like being pounced as being fallen on, in the state that Akira was in, but it meant kissing either way, and that was good.

“Mine,” he murmured against Akira’s mouth, kissing him possessively and then looking in satisfaction to where Shinji was sprawled on the floor, watching them. Close enough to touch, which he did, leaning to one side and threading his fingers securely into Shinji’s hair, disarranging it thoroughly. “Both mine.”

Kippei was a possessive old man, but that was fine because he was a possessive old man who liked to play with his hair. Shinji damn near purred, sprawling bonelessly on the ground where Akira had tumbled him and just watching them kiss, because damn they were sexy. Besides, it was kind of a relief to have Akira off him. He generally didn’t mind having Akira sitting on him, but drunk Akira’s jumped and humped a little too enthusiastically and Shinji wasn’t sure he had a stomach anymore.

“Aki’s bum is too bony, tell him to put some weight on,” Shinji complained. “Or just…take one run out of the daily routine or something, pumpkin head.”

“Pumpkin head?!”

Akira clung to Kippei as tight as he could, shuddering at the images of the grotesque horror movie Shinji had made him watch once, of the same name.

“Sshinjiii! I don’ wanna remember that movie! Kippei, it was ssshcary! Don’t let it get me!” he begged, clinging tighter and ducking his head under his boyfriend’s chin.

Shinji just smirked and sat up, leaning over to kiss Akira’s cheek, because he was so damn cute when he was scared of something. Drunk and scared was really just a bonus.

“You’re so cute….pumpkin head.” He didn’t point out that fact that it was sort of like saying Akira had a vegetable for a brain…which wasn’t far off when he was this far gone.

Kippei chuckled and silently agreed with Shinji as he held Akira close and ran a hand over his back, ostensibly a soothing gesture, but he was thinking more about the way the heat of Akira’s skin tingled up his arm from the pads of his fingers.

“We’ll just have to distract you, then,” he told Akira solemnly, but his eyes were laughing when he looked at Shinji over the top of Akira’s head.

Akira nodded, turning his head to look over at Shinji with blinking, imploring eyes.

“Why you always wanna wasch fwreaky thins, Shin? They shcare me…” He buried his face in Kippei’s neck, clinging tighter and shuddering. The hand stroking his back was already distracting him. “Mmm…feelsh good…” he mumbled.

Amused, Kippei tumbled Akira off his lap and into Shinji’s, laughing a little as he moved closer and leaned in to kiss Shinji again.

“Mmm,” he agreed with Akira. “Good.” He looked from Shinji to Akira and back again, tilting his head. “I don’t think he’s distracted enough yet, Shin…what do you think?”

Shinji simply smirked and finished kissing Kippei, knowing full well Akira was watching, and while he was distracted with that Shinji had free reign to let his hands sneak inside Akira’s track pants, sliding easily over smooth flesh, tauntingly close to where it would be the most distracting but not quite there.

“I think…you can always be more distracting…especially when Aki is drunk and sexy.”

Kippei laughed again and stroked his hands over Akira’s bare chest and Shinji’s shoulder, feeling more content and perfectly happy than he had in awhile.

“More distracting, hmm?” He eyed Shinji’s hands inside Akira’s pants and thought that would be pretty hard to beat, but distracting he could do. He tweaked one of Akira’s nipples, leaning down to cover the noise Akira made with his mouth. Cute, and very kissable.

The redhead squirmed around in Shinji’s lap, half-formed thoughts about how very evil the tensai was to be touching him like that but not actually doing anything…

The pinching fingers on his nipple startled him out of his drunken musings, however, and he half squeaked, half moaned at the sensation. Strong lips covered his, and he moaned into Kippei’s mouth, snaking his arms around his taller lover’s neck and pulling him back until he was nearly draped over himself and Shinji.

Akira clung, already aroused and wanting. Drunk, he was perfectly capable of aggressively taking what he wanted, but he had a better idea.

“Mm…buchou…” he murmured against Kippei’s lips when they broke apart, bucking almost absently against Shinji’s wandering fingers, “you like blow jobsh?” He smiled wickedly, trailing a hand down Kippei’s chest.

Kippei stared at him, then let out a short, startled laugh, throwing a glance at Shinji that was full of wicked amusement. They should get Akira drunk more often, if he was going to make offers like that. Smirking a little and leaning closer to Akira, he let his eyes fall half closed, their look matching the dark, heated tone in his voice as he answered.

“Of course,” he purred. “Who doesn’t?”

That was all the answer he needed. Grinning almost triumphantly, Akira dragged Kippei’s head down for another kiss, before shoving at him until his tall boyfriend sprawled backwards.

Satisfied with the position, the redhead leaned back in Shinji’s arms a moment, about to attempt phase two. “Shin” he murmured, letting his head fall back on the tensai’s shoulder to nuzzled his ear before murmuring into it, “Wanchu too…can we, Shinji?” He nibbled on his boyfriend’s ear, thinking his message was clear, and pulled away to lean over Kippei.

“Buchou…shtill wearing your pants…” he frowned, tugging his fingers into the waistband.

Trying not to laugh, and thinking he was rather talented for not doing so, Shinji nuzzled against Akira’s neck for a moment, before reaching past him, gently pushing away Akira’s drunk fingers and meeting Kippei’s dark gaze. Did Buchou like head jobs. Unbelievable. Slowly, Shinji carefully slid Kippei’s pants down his thighs, boxers too, until there was nothing but skin, then he released Akira, to do his worst…or his drunken best.

Which Akira was ready to do…but first he turned his head to stare at Shinji over his shoulder for a long moment. Neither of them moved, and the redhead suddenly turned enough to pull the tensai close and murmur, “Shin, baby…go geddit. The lube…said I wantcha too…” He lapped at Shinji’s lips for a brief second before turning his attention back to Kippei. “Shinji’sss gonna get lube” he beamed, “Iss’t that good, K’pei?” His smile slipped back into something micheivious, and he knelt down to experimentally lick one of Kippei’s nipples.

Shaking his head, Kippei just watched them with a hungry expression, letting Shinji remove his clothes and not helping very much because there was something sexy about that, not to mention the look of concentration on Shinji’s face while he did it. Shinji and Akira were still wearing pants though, and that had to change, but if Shinji was going to get lube then it was going to. That was good.

“Yeah, it’s good,” he started to answer Akira, then cut himself off sharply with a soft hissing breath between his teeth as the hot, wet tongue swiped over his skin.

“Good” Akira echoed, licking again with scraping, nipping teeth.

“Love you”, he murmured as he switched to placing open-mouthed kisses up Kippei’s chest. When he reached the collarbone, he blinked and sat up, looking down with unfocusing blue eyes. If it wasn’t for that and his tendency to list to the right, he might have looked sober.

“K’pei…don tell you ’nuff…love you. Like…lots. Really, really lots. You were…hero, somethin’ like that…dunno. Didn’ think too mush. Now…jush love you. Like Sshin. Dunno why…don’ say it mush ash I should. Think it all the time though. You two…always ‘n here” Akira looked up, smiling cheerfully, and mimed a gun at his temple. Feeling silly, he pulled the imaginary trigger and stuck his tongue out playfully, giggling.

When the silliness passed, he looked up at the ceiling a moment, trying to recall what he’d been doing. Then Kippei shifted beneath him and his gaze went back down, remembering.

“Oh yeah…” was all he mumbled as he bent down and slid his body far enough to be comfortable as he licked up the throbbing vein of his boyfriend’s erection.

Kippei didn’t know whether to laugh or to groan in frustration…. echoing Shinji’s earlier reaction, he was rather proud of himself for doing neither. He laid a hand on Akira’s head, caressing the soft red hair.

“Yeah, I know,” he answered, oddly touched in spite of ludicrousness of the situation. Akira sure picked a hell of a time to say it, but it was still nice to hear. “Me too.” Akira was right, he didn’t say it often enough, but then, neither did Kippei… Hell, none of them did, when it came right down to it. Nevertheless he was relieved when Akira seemed to remember what he had been doing, sliding his flexible body down and oh, god, that felt good. His breath hissed out in a tiny, not quite gasp as Akira’s hot tongue went to work. Damn, they definitely needed to get Akira drunk more often.

Shinji pet Kafe with the end of the tube of lube, using the corner to scratch behind his ears, murmuring softly all the way back down the stairs. He came out to the rather delightful sight of a drunk Akira giving a pleased Kippei a head job. He pointed this out to Kafe, but the cat didn’t seem to think it was as cool as Shinji because he squirmed his way free. Shinji watched to make sure he knew where Kafe went before wandering back over. He kissed the back of Akira’s neck, then leant over and kissed Kippei, smirking at what Akira was getting up to. Such a cute little drunk. His hand stroked down Akira’s back to his arse and smoothed down over the pale skin. He dangled the lube in front of Akira’s face a little triumphantly.

“Were you all Buchouish without me?”

Blinking through half-masted eyes at the tube, Akira tried mumbling back a response with his mouth full. He almost forgot what he was doing, shivering at the hand rubbing his ass. It raised automatically, Akira pulling his knees underneath himself and leaning more into that touch.

Kippei’s erection still in his mouth, he let his head fall back down with swallowing motions, wriggling his ass against Shinji hand.

Kippei was very distracted when Shinji came back, but not so distracted that he didn’t notice that Shinji brought the cat back with him. Amused, he watched through half closed eyes as Shinji put him down, and came over to kiss him over Akira’s back. That was just about perfect… Shinji’s mouth, Akira’s mouth, both hot and wet and together–he made a soft rumbling sound of discontent as Shinji pulled away again, but he quickly forgot his annoyance as Akira’s throat contracted around his aching cock, making it impossible to hold back a quiet groan.

“Hurry up, Shinji,” he ordered, his voice deep and husky and possibly too demanding, but he had little concentration to spare for softening his tone. Akira was going to finish him very soon at this rate, and if he wanted Shinji to join in on the fun, Shinji was going to have to be quick about it.

“Always telling people what to do, as if he’s Buchou in bed and not just on the tennis court, but that would be hard I think and not just because we’re all hard, but how do you punish someone in bed, if you tell them to run laps they’ll misbehave on purpose, especially the way Akira is giving that blow job and…” Shinji mumbled under his breath the whole time as he lubed Akira’s arse and then his own cock, making sure everything was good to go. “But really, which one of you would even let the other one be Buchou in bed, though it would be Kippei and not Akira since unless Aki’s drunk he’s too prudey to have sex half the time anyway, but I think I should be the bed Buchou since I did it first, even if it was with Aki, it was still mostly my idea…” Shinji’s mumbling stuttered to a halt when he buried himself to the hilt inside Akira, mouth slightly ajar and just staring at Kippei’s cock in Akira’s mouth and feeling tight, hot warmth around him. Damn, that was surreal, and yet somehow this was normal.

Akira’s reaction was to gasp and moan; not the wisest of things to do when one had his boyfriend’s cock down his throat. Somehow, he managed not to choke too much, pulling away and coughing once, twice, before Shinji thrusting into him made him gasp again.

“Nnng…more…” he begged, pushing back against the tensai, his blue eyes closing briefly with the sensations before opening again, staring down at Kippei before bending his head down again to once again lick his erection.

That was hot, really hot. Kippei watched, shifting so he could run a caressing hand down Akira’s arm as he went back to work, and he was maybe a little less careful and a little more distracted than he’d been before, but Kippei could hardly blame him. Hell, if he was Akira he’d be amazed if he could remember what he was doing at all. Shinji’s thrusts caused Akira’s head to bob, although he was doing an admirable job of not choking he was still making noise and Kippei gasped as the sensations rippled through him, every time Shinji moved, Akira moved and he could feel it, all three of them connected and it was hot and perfect and oh, god, he was losing it here.

“Akira…” he groaned again, trying to warn him, but it was too late. Kippei’s eyes slid closed as he came hard and he vaguely, semi-coherently hoped that Akira had been ready for it, but all he could think was that damn, Akira was good at that.

Shinji groaned as he watched that look of bliss cross Kippei’s face, watched Akira struggling to swallow, listened to them and the room itself and it was so damn hot, and perfect and how the hell did they manage this, to have this, every second of every minute of every day. And then he didn’t wonder how they managed it at all, letting go, coming hard and wrapping his arms around Akira’s chest, holding on, burying his face between his shoulder blades and inhaling the sweaty scent of him.

“Love you, Aki.”

He was too drunk. There was too much multitasking in his position and it was hard to concentrate on everything all at once; the taste of Kippei’s semen in his mouth, a trickle of it falling from the corner of his lips to trail down and under his chin; Shinji’s fast, strong thrusts into him, rocking his straining body so that the top of Akira’s head rubbed against Kippei’s abdomen as he pushed back feverishly.

Whimpering, his hand sought above him blindly, groping for Kippei’s hand, lacing his thin fingers with the long strong ones when he found it. At Shinji’s words, he choked and screamed out his own release, throwing his head back and gods it was so much more and better than his fantasy…

It was his last thought as the alcohol and adrenaline caught up with him, and he blacked out, body pulling away from Shinji to sprawl on top of Kippei, his face buried against his boyfriend’s stomach in exhaustion.

Kippei heard Shinji’s words rather dimly in his dazed state, and his eyes reopened slowly just in time to see Akira arched and crying out in ecstasy, which was… damn hot. Then Akira collapsed, falling forward and Kippei caught him with some amusement, shifting him into a more comfortable position. Shinji had been wrapped around him and been tugged along, sprawling a bit before he managed to disentangle himself. Kippei smiled faintly, reaching up to stroke Akira’s hair affectionately. He was out cold–or not cold, rather, because Kippei could still feel the heat coming off his body like a miniature sun, but it felt good. He tilted his head, looking up at Shinji with a half-smile and holding out his arm.

“C’mere,” he requested, still feeling spent and completely boneless. He didn’t feel like moving just yet, but he’d like to have both of them here with him. Preferably both draped all over him, and in any case much closer than Shinji currently was.

“But that requires moving,” Shinji complained, but he crawled forward, not bothering to clean anything because god he was feeling sated enough to die, and he wasn’t sure he hadn’t. He collapsed beside Kippei, resting his head in the hollow of his shoulder, looking at Akira, a soft smile playing on his lips. He reched out and brushed the hair back away from Akira’s face.

“He’s such a lightweight,” he chuckled softly. “But…he’s a lightweight going to the same college as us.” And that, to Shinji, was just about the best thing ever.

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