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It’s already getting dark by the time Hakoda walks out of the fluorescent hell that is the shopping mall. After a hard day, unfortunately, spent listening to customers complain about ill-fitting hockey skates, restocking tennis rackets, and selling overpriced water bottles to people with more money than sense, Hakoda wants nothing more than to bask in the presence of his partners. Sadly, they seem to hate him, because when he looks around at the parking lot, he doesn’t recognize a single car.
He sighs, propping his skateboard against the brick wall of the building, using one hand to dig his phone out of his work-appropriate khakis and using the other to pull the too-tight elastic out of his hair. He runs his fingers through it a few times, relieved to be free of the tension on his scalp, as he dials Kya's number. He puts the phone to his ear, hears it ring a few times before it gets cut off mid-ring. Punk music blasts through phone speakers, making Hakoda wince before it’s quickly turned down, and he hears a raspy voice say, “Hey, baby, you done your shift at the jock factory?”
“Hey, Bato,” Hakoda says, glancing at his phone to double-check who he called. “Are you with Kya?”
“No, I stole her phone and identity. I’m going to go forge a new life. This is goodbye.”
“Haha, very funny,” Hakoda replies with a smile. “But seriously, where are you?”
“We’re parked by the food court.” Hakoda groans.
“Why couldn’t you have parked closer,” Hakoda whines, readjusting his grip on his phone as he throws down and hops onto his skateboard. By all standards, Bato and Kya could have parked close to the door, maybe a less than two-minute walk, instead of parking on the far side of the mall parking lot, located by a completely different entrance.
“Hey, I’m not the driver,” Bato replies, clearly amused. Through the phone and the rattle of pavement under wheels, Hakoda can faintly hear Kya laughing again.
“Oh, I know you’re not the driver, Mr. I’m-Sure-I’ll-Pass-My-Driving-Test-Next-Time.”
“Wow, rude,” Bato says, as Kya’s cackling rings through the receiver. “Maybe I’ll tell Kya that you don’t want a ride home tonight.”
The threat is empty, but still, Hakoda automatically jumps into placating. “Babe, you know I was-”
He’s cut off by a clack and the sound of a tone dial, proof that Bato hung up on him, his new favourite hobby ever since he got a flip phone. Hakoda sighs sliding his phone closed and continues to weave his way around the few cars left in the parking lot, following the curve and corners of the building until he’s reached the correct exit.
It’s easy to spot Kya’s beat-up, old car. Painted a bright, almost neon, blue, it sticks out like a sore thumb next to all the brown, beige, and grey cars in the parking lot. Hakoda begins to skate closer to it, expecting to see the headlights blink on and hear the engine rev as he approaches, but nothing happens. He frowns until he gets close enough to realize why they haven’t noticed him yet.
Hakoda laughs as he approaches and knocks on the passenger side window, watching as Bato and Kya pull apart from each other, each removing a hand up each other’s shirts before seeing that it’s Hakoda. Bato has dark lipstick smudges all over his lips and jaw, and Kya’s lipstick is practically gone, all that’s left is the dark brown lip liner that outlines her lips.
Bato grins and wipes his face ineffectually with the back of his hand as he cranks down the window.
“How’s our favourite little prep?” He asks, sticking his head out slightly so that Hakoda can kiss him. In the brief moment that they’re pressed together, he tastes like the mint gum that he’s chewing, mixed with the cherry flavour of Kya’s lip balm. They pull away and Hakoda opens the back door, not feeling like arguing to get Bato to leave the front seat.
“I hate it when you call me that,” Hakoda says, once he’s closed the door behind him and placed his skateboard and bag on the floor. He leans between the centre console to meet Kya where she’s leaning over to him and kisses her, grinning when her hand sneaks up and combs through his hair to tousle it up. He pulls away only to get pulled back in by Kya’s firm but gentle grip. He knows that whatever lipstick is left on Kya will soon be smudged across his face, making him match with Bato.
“Not that I don’t love watching this but could we get moving before mall security catches us again?” Bato says, nearly startling Hakoda and making him and Kya laugh.
“Gosh, don’t remind me of the last time they caught us,” Kya says, pulling a seatbelt on and turning the ignition. The radio blares on, the sound of screeching guitars and raspy screaming filling the car before Bato hits the CD eject button, switching out the latest punk band that he and Kya have fallen in love with for the more forgiving sounds of ska, entirely for Hakoda’s sake. “The fact that he probably saw my tits…”
“Probably?” Bato asks, incredulously. “The way Hakoda describes it, he probably saw more than that!”
“Can we not talk about this,” Hakoda pleads, face turning red at the memory. “How was your guy's day at work?” He asks in an attempt to distract them.
Both of them begin on overlapping tirades of the trials and tribulations of Hot Topic, complaints ranging from overbearing parents blaming them for their children’s dyed hair, the overplayed, commercialized alternative music that they play on repeat, and hoards of teenagers that destroy t-shirt displays minutes after they’ve put them back together.
Bato turns in his seat to look at Hakoda. “It would be so much more fun if you worked with us, Koda. We tried to come by after we got off work, but you were so busy we didn’t want to distract you.” He stretches his hand into the back seat to grab Hakoda’s. “We missed you.”
“I missed you both too,” Hakoda replies with a smile. “But I’m not working at Hot Topic, even if Kya has the authority to hire me.”
“I won’t abuse my managerial power,” Kya declares, eyes darting to the rearview mirror to look at Hakoda, before returning to the road. “No matter how hard Bato tries to sway me, I refuse to abuse the power of the lanyard.”
“Guess I’m not trying hard enough,” Bato says with a smirk, retrieving his hand from Hakoda to place it on Kya’s thigh. She swats it away between shifting gears.
The chatting in the car is free-spirited and easy as Kya drives, and soon she’s pulling up the drive of their house and killing the engine. They all cram into the front entrance, Kya and Hakoda urging Bato to unlock and open the door faster, taunting that only makes him move slower in protest, and then they’re spilling into the house, stumbling over piles of shoes that they add to when they kick off their own shoes.
“Anyone hungry?” Hakoda asks after he’s thrown his bag and board into their bedroom, coming out to see Bato and Kya flopped on the couch, channel surfing before they eventually land on MTV. They both shake their heads. “Okay, I’m going to shower before I make dinner then.”
“Okay, babe,” the two of them chime after him as he walks down the hall. Hakoda makes a quick stop in their bedroom, carefully stepping around the multiple twin sized beds that they’ve duct-taped and bungee corded together to get to the dresser, pulling out a pair of sweatpants (Hakoda can’t even remember who they originally belonged to anymore), before making his way to the washroom. He takes his time in the shower, washing off the grime from the day, using his fingers to comb out his hair properly. From the living room, he can hear the fluctuating volume of the TV, interspersed with faint laughter or chatter as Kya and Bato talk.
When he exits the shower, the mirror is fogged and his skin is pleasantly warm and steaming in the cool air. He hears some thuds and bangs from outside the bathroom door, but there are no calls for help, so he shrugs and goes back to towelling off.
He pulls on the sweatpants he brought with him before picking his towel back up to scrunch more water out of his hair. He walks back towards the living room, noting with little interest that he can’t hear the tv anymore. He walks past the bend, saying, “Are you guys hungry now-”
Hakoda pauses as he takes in the sight in front of him; the flushed face and fluttering eyelids of Kya, the strain of her tank top pulled under her breasts, the small bite marks littered over her collarbones and chest, the gleam of her piercings. Two pairs of jeans are strewn across the couch, and Kya’s underwear hangs from one of her ankles. Bato kneels on the floor between her spread thighs, his slender hands gripping her hips, her hands tangled in his hair and pulling him closer to her. Hakoda knows from experiences that her grip is strong. Hakoda drops the towel on the arm of the couch, gaining Kya’s attention as she opens her eyes slightly, releasing a grip on Bato’s hair to make grabby hands at Hakoda as he approaches. He sits next to her on the couch, making sure he doesn’t kick Bato where he’s kneeling as she loops her arm around his face to pull him into a deep kiss, releasing the moans that she previously tried to keep contained into his mouth. Hand still warm from the shower, Hakoda caresses Kya’s tits, tugging her piercings lightly in a way that makes her squirm, arching her back and pulling Bato closer to her.
“Can’t believe you guys started without me,” Hakoda teases, earning a snort from Kya before she lets out another soft gasp. Hakoda looks down between kisses to see that Bato has moved one of his hands from Kya’s hip in favour of teasingly circling her opening, before pressing two fingers in and pumping them at a languid pace, before skillfully reapplying his tongue to her.
“Bato started it. Got me all riled up,” Kya pants out, pulling Hakoda’s attention back to her. “Blame him.”
“Somehow I doubt that you’re innocent in all this,” Hakoda replies, kissing down her jaw and sucking a hickey low on her neck. He toys with the idea of putting one close to her jaw but forgoes it, knowing that Kya will pout about having to cover it up later.
Kya hums, the vibrations tickling Hakoda’s lips as he continues to kiss and suck at her chest and collarbones, tongue rolling her piercings in his mouth. He feels her shift to wrap her legs tighter around Bato’s head, and he places a hand on her soft, muscled thigh to loosen her grip.
“Don’t kill him,” he teases, knowing that Bato wouldn’t complain about dying while eating Kya out. “I need him alive for later.”
She laughs a little, and Hakoda knows that if Bato heard him, he would roll his eyes, but it does succeed in getting Kya to spread her legs a bit more, though they’re not starting to quake from Bato’s deeds. Soft little moans begin to spill out of her lips more freely.
“Bato, Bato, Bato, right there, right, fuck, yeah, faster, babe, faster,” she whimpers out in quick succession. Her grip on Hakoda’s hair tightens and she pulls him up to kiss her again, gasping against his lips every few seconds as her legs and stomach quiver, before she lurches forward, pulling Bato tight against her as she cums.
“Fuck,” she pants out, flopping back to the back of the couch, letting go of Hakoda to push her hair out of her face and to wipe away some sweat, before returning it to its place, loosely tangled in Hakoda’s hair. She puckers her lips and pulls Hakoda to press a quick kiss to her red-bitten lips as she catches her breath some more.
Bato leans back once Kya has released her grip, both of them still panting. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes wide, and clearly eager to get off.
“Koda, baby,” Kya says, tugging at his hair once again to pull his lips away from hers. “Why don’t you go and help Bato, huh?”
“Yeah, Koda,” Bato repeats, grinning and spreading his legs more when Hakoda’s gaze falls on him. “Why don’t you go and help Bato?”
“Maybe, I was getting around to it.” Hakoda slides off the couch, kneels next to Bato, cupping his face between his hands as he kisses him. Hakoda moans against Bato’s mouth, tasting Kya on him, and he feels Bato smirk against him at the sound. He slides a hand down Bato’s body, dragging a finger down his still-clothed chest, letting it catch on the elastic of his boxers, teasing just for a moment to hear whine out, “Koda.”
One of Bato’s strong hands wraps around Hakoda’s wrists, trying to push it closer to him. “Don’t be mean.”
Hakoda laughs at the desperation, before giving in and sliding his hand into Bato’s underwear. He immediately feels the wet heat, and as he slides his hand further he feels Bato’s hard cock, hears Bato let out a moan at the sensation and feels him trying to grind down on his hand.
“You get so needy so fast,” Hakoda teases. Bato huffs, and in retaliation, slides his own hand into Hakoda’s sweatpants, grasping his dick firmly and stroking it confidently.
“You don’t seem to mind that much,” he snarks, grinning when Hakoda lets out a groan, his forehead falling to Bato’s shoulder. “Now, hurry up.”
“So needy,” Hakoda repeats in a whisper, before removing his hand from Bato to allow him to shed himself of his layers, smiling when he sees that Hakoda has waited a moment to get an eyeful of Bato’s pierced chests, before lying down on the carpeted floor, hand going to circle and finger his entrance as he waits for Hakoda. In a moment of foresight, Hakoda leans back and swipes his still-damp towel from the couch, catches Kya’s eye from where she’s perched, watching with interest, and shoves it under Bato’s canted hips. He shoves his sweatpants down his thighs, kicking semi-wildly when they get stuck around his calves, before leaning over Bato and kissing him much sweeter than fucking on the living room floor really entails.
“Do you need more prep?” Asks Hakoda, his left hand sliding up and down Bato’s chest, playing with the metal that adorns it.
Bato snorts. “You took your sweet time getting to this point. It’s probably fine.”
“You sure?”
“What, you want us to sit down and sign a contract or something?” Bato leans up to lay another kiss on Hakoda’s jaw. “Come on, Koda. Fuck me, or else I’ll get Kya to do it.”
“That could also be arranged,” Kya chimes in, voice a little breathless. Hakoda doesn’t need to look to see that she’s probably getting herself off again, and besides, he has other things to focus on. Namely, pushing Bato’s thighs further apart, watching at Bato removes his fingers from himself, his hand gleaning, before Hakoda replaces them with his own, just to be on the safe side.
“You’re so wet,” Hakoda whispers, trying to find the angle that Bato likes, making sure to get some friction on Bato’s dick.
Bato flushes a beautiful pink at Hakoda’s words, head lolling back a bit as Hakoda gets started. He always loses a bit of his composure in the beginning, when he’s just starting to feel a stretch and before he’s able to reign himself in. He loses his snark and sass, and as much as Hakoda enjoys seeing the smirk on his face and the fire behind his eyes, he does enjoy trying to see how long he can keep them at bay, how long he can keep Bato trying - and failing - to regain composure. Bato’s hips buck when Hakoda presses against everything just right, and he takes that as a sign that he’s ready.
Removing his hand, he lines himself up with Bato’s opening, using the wetness to stroke himself a few times, moaning as he gives attention to his hard cock. He presses into Bato’s, marvelling at the familiar but sweet sensation of his boyfriend around him. Bato’s legs jerk up to wrap themselves around Hakoda’s hips, angles locking behind his back and pulling him closer.
“Koda,” Bato whines out, lifting his hips to try and egg Hakoda on. A hand comes up to loosely tangle itself in Hakoda’s hair, pulling it sweetly. “Come on. ”
“Fuck,” Hakoda pants out, regaining enough composure, to readjust himself, pulling his hips back to give a single tentative thrust, before wrapping his hands around Bato’s hips and starting a fast pace. “Kya must have done a number on you to get you like this.”
“It’s part of my charm,” he hears Kya say, breathless. From his periphery, only somewhat taking his focus away from Bato’s panting, sweaty face, Hakoda can see one of Kya’s dark, gentle hands flop down from the couch, fingers stretching to reach Bato’s free hand until he reaches out and holds onto Kya.
Hakoda drops his head as he thrusts, straining his neck to meet Bato’s arched back and lavishing kisses and small bites over his chest while picking up his pace enough to get Bato crooning out, Koda, Koda, Koda.
The angle is too much for Hakoda to keep up forever, so after a minute or two he relents and picks his head back up. The relinquishing of duel sensation seems to be enough to allow Bato to pull himself back together, lifting his head enough to meet Hakoda’s eyes once again and grinning.
“Come on, baby, harder,” he moans out, tightening his grip around Hakoda’s hips, raising his own to change the angle. He releases Hakoda’s hair in favour of reaching down to rub his cock. Hakoda can feel the knuckles of Bato’s finger against his pelvis with every thrust and can feel him clenching down on him when Bato gets the pressure just right, making his eyelids flutter for a moment. He can see the muscles in Bato’s other arm flexing as he grips Kya’s hand tighter and can hear Kya’s own heavy breathing, indicating that she’s close to getting herself off again.
Hakoda complies with Bato’s demands, thrusting harder and faster, though doing so makes him very aware of his own approaching climax, feeling his cock throb from inside Bato and feeling his insides start to tighten.
“Bato,” he pants, eyes closing, “I’m going to cum-”
Bato’s hand flies from where he’s been rubbing himself to wrap around the base of Hakoda’s dick. “No, you aren’t.” Hakoda pries his eyes open to look at Bato, smirking and flushed. “Come on, Koda, just a few more minutes.”
Hakoda’s thrusts stutter for a moment, and he feels Bato’s grip tighten before he nods. Bato smiles and lets go, returning to rubbing himself. “Good boy. Now, speed up.”
Hakoda grits his teeth as he speeds up his thrusts, trying to adjust his angle to get Bato gasping again, a sure sign that he’s close. His fingers dig into Bato’s skinny hips as he tries to keep control of himself, something he’s sure that Bato will tease him about later, but at the moment, is something he seems to enjoy. After a few attempts, he hears Bato breathe sharply through his nose, mouth snapping shut as he tries not to let any noise escape. He keeps it up and sure enough, Bato starts letting out little gasps with each thrust, his hand speeding up from where he’s rubbing himself, and his hips and legs twitching. Hakoda can feel him clenching down on him sporadically, a sensation that makes Hakoda groan in pleasure and in frustration as he tries to keep himself from cumming.
“Just a little more, Koda, please,” Bato whimpers, tightening his legs once more. “I’m so close, baby, so close, just a little more-”
Bato gasps as Hakoda lifts him up by his hips, pounding into him wildly and with abandon as he makes a last-ditch attempt to get Bato to cum before he does. It seems to work, as Bato descends into curses, his fingers working chaotically, and as his legs and insides tighten around Hakoda one last, maddening time. Hakoda tries his best to stall his hips, though he can’t stop them from gyrating in the tight heat.
“So good, Koda,” Bato pants out. “So good. Go ahead.”
That’s enough to make Hakoda moan, loosening his grip on Bato’s hips as he delivers a few last thrusts into Bato, forcing out a few more oversensitive gasps and moans from him, as he feels his insides coil and tightens before feeling bliss, the relaxing of muscles as he comes, thrusting deep into Bato, and dropping his head on onto Bato’s chest. Both of their hips twitching from the sensation, pushing out little moans from each other as they try to catch their breaths.
“That was quite a show.”
He lifts his head and looks up from Bato’s sweaty, panting face to see Kya watching them and lazily circling herself, her dark nail polish drawing his eye. He pulls out of Bato, earning one more sweet gasp from him, and crawls over to the couch, leaning up as Kya leans forward on the couch to kiss him again.
“Shit, baby, do you want to go again?” Hakoda asks against her lips. He knows that given half a chance Bato will be raring to go in a matter of minutes, maybe less if Kya keeps playing with herself in front of them, but Hakoda will need more time to get going again. They’ve fallen into this cycle before, each person wanting to go for ‘just one more round’, and before they know it, they’ve spent the whole night fucking and watching each other, too lost in each other to bother thinking about sleep or showering or the fact that they all have school or jobs to get to in the morning.
Kya hums, pressing another kiss to Hakoda’s lips and sliding her free hand down his torso. “I wouldn’t say no to breaking out our favourite toy if you were ready to go right now,” she says, a delicious smirk in her voice as she reaches down and brushes her hand against Hakoda’s sensitive cock. It twitches in interest, but Hakoda lets out a small, strangled sound at the sensation, lips slipping from Kya’s mouth and pressing against her collarbone as she gently strokes it. She lets out a gentle laugh. “Or are you too sensitive right now?”
“Too sensitive,” He mumbles against her skin, pressing a kiss against in an apology that doesn’t need to be given. “Sorry.”
“Nothing to apologize for, sweetie,” She replies, withdrawing her hand from herself and wiping it on her thigh. She pulls her shirt back up and leans over to the floor to pick up her strewn panties, sliding them back on, but forgoing her pants. “I’m going to go shower, then. Coming, Bato?”
Hakoda glances behind him and sees Bato pushing himself up onto his elbows and frowning at the mess dripping out of him and onto the towel.
“Gross,” he says, lifting an edge of the towel to wipe himself off. “Yeah, I’ll join you.”
Bato pulls himself off the ground, balling the towel up as he does, and Hakoda watches as he and Kya make their way to the bathroom, each of them stopping to pull him into a kiss first. Hakoda sits on the floor for another minute, catching his breath and listening to the sounds of pipes groaning before the spitting of water fills the air, before he finally pushes himself off the ground and pulls his pants back on.
When Kya and Bato finally leave the shower - Hakoda almost thinks that maybe they decided to start another round in the bathroom (and maybe they did; Bato has always been quick at getting Kya off) - they find Hakoda in the kitchen, draped in a large hoodie, frying salmon in a pan. Bato goes up to him, wraps his arms around his waist and leans his head on top of Hakoda’s.
“Smells good,” Bato comments, peering down at the steaming pan. “You gave me carpet burns, by the way.”
“I’m not sorry.”
“Bitch,” Bato replies, pressing a kiss to Hakoda’s cheek. He glances over his shoulder to see that Kya has gone and lit some candles in the living room, before opening the blinds that lead to the small porch and backyard.
“Wanna eat outside?” She suggests already hauling open the heavy glass door. “Bato, come help me dust these chairs off.”
Within a few minutes, they’re balancing plates on their laps, looking at the cloud-covered sky, excitedly pointing out whenever they see a star peak out through the coverage. The air is brisk and Bato disappears inside to bring out some throws and a pack of cigarettes, giving the blankets to Kya and Hakoda to huddle under as he keeps and lights his cigarette for himself.
“Don’t bully me,” he says, holding a hand up to silence any attempts of protest of him taking a drag. “I’m down to, like, two a day now.”
“Except at parties,” Hakoda points out.
“Parties don’t count,” Bato replies, swatting a bug away as he does. “Everyone knows parties don’t count.”
Hakoda looks at Kya, eyebrows raised. She shrugs and smiles sheepishly. “I’m inclined to agree with him, baby.”
“You too gang up on me so much,” he laments, laughing when Kya wraps her arms around him and squeezes tightly as an apology.
They wait until Bato puts his cigarette out to let him under the blanket, then they wait until the shitty light bulb that hangs outside starts to flicker before they decide to head back in, each of them giving one last glance to the sky before they close the door.
“I cooked, so I’m not cleaning,” Hakoda yells, dumping his plate into the sink before dashing off, hearing Kya and Bato groan in unison, then the telltale sounds of a rock-paper-scissors match.
The rest of the evening passes too quickly, with Hakoda and Kya trying to finish their homework for university and Bato sketching for a bit, before they all look at the clock, look at each other and decide it’s time to go to bed.
Kya is the first one in and out of the bathroom since she claims, she deserves it (neither Hakoda nor Bato are inclined to argue), and then Bato and Hakoda cram next to each other at the sink to brush their teeth, before Hakoda stands by with tub of aloe vera as Bato pulls his hair out the way, to slather it onto the rug burns that were inflicted on Bato’s shoulders and back.
Bato is telling Hakoda about his plans for an art piece, as Hakoda tries in vain to get his shoulder to crack when they walk into their bedroom, stopping in their tracks in the doorway. They catch an eyeful of smooth, well-loved but well cared for, black leather, of pale-pink silicon already shining with lube, and of Kya, hair already braided for sleep and grinning as she tightens up buckles, already knowing the answer to the question she’s about to ask.
“Why not a little something to help all of us sleep better, huh?”