Not so Cold
Kacchan x Deku
It was a Friday morning in June; summer was slowly approaching and the air was already getting humid and hot.
Bakugou Katsuki was sitting at his desk, waiting for classes to begin. Aizawa-sensei entered the classroom, as sluggish as usual. He made the call-in and one student was missing: Midoriya Izuku; which was really unusual…
Aizawa scratched the back of his head, and asked if someone could check on him and go hand over the lessons of the day. Then he remembered that it was Bakugou who lived the nearest to Midoriya.
“Can I count on you to go to his house, Bakugou?” Aizawa asked.
Kacchan scowled, unwilling, then sighed. “Yeah fine…” he accepted, actually quite curious as to why Deku was absent.
So Bakugou went to Deku's house at the end of the day; he realized that it had been ages since he visited Deku in a casual way. He pressed the doorbell button, still reluctant to help Midoriya.
After a few seconds, he heard the click of the door as it was being unlocked; he was greeted by Deku’s mom, who invited him in with a big smile.
“Katsuki-kun! What a pleasure to see you!” she exclaimed.
“Yes… Hi!” Kacchan replied, a little embarrassed. “Uh, I’m here to give D- Izuku some school stuff..”
“Ah yes! Of course!” Inko said. “He has been sick since yesterday, and today is really worse, so he couldn’t go to school…”
Kacchan handed her the stack of paper including the various lessons they had had that day. Deku’s mother took it, thanking him for his trouble. Then she remembered something:
“Ah! Actually… Katsuki-kun, could you stay here for an hour or two? I need to go shopping for some groceries and medicine, but I don’t want to leave Izuku alone…”
Kacchan really wanted to refuse… but he noticed at that moment she had her coat on. He closed his eyes and sighed silently:
“Thank you! You’re a lifesaver!” Inko asserted. “I’ll try to be quick!”
And with that she was gone, leaving Katsuki alone in the living-room...
At first, Kacchan sat down on the sofa, lazily waiting in the now dim lit room, looking down at his phone. Then curiosity hit him: How did dumb Deku look like right now?
He stood up and walked the small corridor leading to Izuku’s room, which was clearly indicated. He hesitated a bit, his hand on the handle of the door, then opened it in a wide movement. The room was slightly in the dark, curtains closed, but Bakugou could still see the walls covered with All Might posters and all the various merchandising laying around his desk and shelves.
He snickered, “What a lame nerd…”
Then he scanned the room to find the bed in the corner. Deku was sleeping soundly, loosely tucked under the sheets.
Kacchan stepped closer, lighting up the lamp on the side table, and looked down at his childhood friend, so vulnerable right now.
Staring at Deku’s face, Bakugou could see how flushed he was, his face covered in sweat. He leant forward, instinctively putting his hand on Deku’s forehead. Kacchan wasn’t a doctor, but he could still tell that the fever was high.
“Mn…” Deku suddenly moaned, feeling Bakugou’s cool hand on his forehead. He grabbed it with his hand and pressed his cheek against it.
Kacchan slightly jumped at the sudden reaction, but didn’t take his hand away. Instead, he sat on the bed, narrowing his eyes as Deku rubbed his face against his palm.
Unconsciously, Bakugou brushed his thumb over Izuku’s parted lips, bringing to his mind the memory of the daring kiss they experienced weeks ago (as he wanted to steal Deku’s candy). Kacchan’s eyes widened. He retrieved his hand quickly, blushing with an awkward expression on his face.
Bakugou heard Deku’s heavy breathing and noticed once more how much he was sweating. He glanced over the boy’s frail body, and his eyes stopped when he saw nipples peeking through the soaked fabric of Deku’s shirt. Kacchan stared at them for a few seconds, then snapped out of his stupor, shaking his head. “What the hell am I thinking…?”
He looked down at Deku once more and then decided to help him change his clothes. He got up from the bed and looked through the room for a new t-shirt and some washcloth.
Hesitantly, he took off Izuku’s shirt, revealing the ill boy’s slim yet ripped body. He wiped Deku’s torso, lingering a bit around his nipples; the slight touch made the boy moan a little.
Kacchan gritted his teeth and bent over his childhood friend, “You damn weasel…” he whispered in a heavy pant.
All of a sudden, Midoriya’s eyes fluttered open. His vision was blurry but he still recognized his friend.
“K- Kacchan…?” he asked in a feeble voice. “Am I dreaming…?”
He lifted his hand and touched Kaccchan’s face, making the latter flinch.
“Oh, it’s really you!” Deku asserted with smile. “What are you doing here?”
“Aizawa forced me to come because you’re sick…” Bakugou replied, annoyed.
“Ah, sorry about that… I’m better now, so you can go if you want.”
“Your mum asked me to stay, so I can’t…” Kacchan explained. “And you don’t seem fine… Look at how you’re sweating…”
Bakugou slowly ran his fingers over Deku’s naked skin, startling the sick boy. He gazed down into his eyes, and brushed the tip of Deku’s nipple with his index.
“k-Kacchan?!” Deku exclaimed, eyes wide open. The intensity of Bakugou’s stare makes him shudder.
Then, as if pulled together by a magnet, their lips collided.
Kacchan pushed further, sliding his tongue attemptively between Deku’s lips. The latter tried to push Kacchan off at first:
“N-no, you’ll catch my cold…!”
Bakugou licked his own lower lip, “I don’t care…” He resumed his kiss, deeper, so eager that it made Deku dizzy.
After a minute or two, Kacchan started kissing down Izuku’s body. Ear, neck, breast, he slowly explored each part of the boy’s upper anatomy. And, as he reached Deku’s waist, Bakugou could feel the bulge emerging in his friend’s pants.
He smirked, “Did it feel that good?”
Deku gasped when he saw the hard state he was in. “I-It’s not… Ng!”
He didn’t have time to finish his sentence as Kacchan grabbed the erected shaft through the clothes.
“Let me help you there, that’s what ‘friends’ are for, right?” he joked, still remembering Deku’s words after their first kiss.
Bakugou lowered Izuku’s pants, exposing the bulging penis. He could feel his own manhood harden. He bit his lip, unzipping his uniform trousers, and took out his own dick.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Kacchan placed his hard member against Deku’s.
“I didn’t think you’d be this big, little nerd…” he noticed, out of breath.
“Ah!” Deku gasped. “W-wait Kacchan! It’s not a goo-”
Not letting him finish, Bakugou started stroking the two cocks together. Deku arched his back, grabbing onto his friend’s shoulder with one hand, covering his mouth with the other.
Nothing but the lewd, wet noises of Kacchan’s hand jerking off their dicks were breaking the silence of the bedroom; soon joined by the heavy breathing of the boys as they approached their climax.
“Deku!” Kacchan groaned, wincing as he masturbated as hard as he could.
He kept staring at Deku’s face, totally flushed by his fever and also the throbbing pleasure.
“You’re so lewd, little nerd…” Bakugou whispered.
He licked Deku’s ear, making the sick boy moan loudly, “Ngh! Kacchan!” He whimpered, clutching onto the fiery boy’s hair.
At that moment, with one last stroke, Kacchan and Deku climaxed at the same time; their semen mingled on Izuku’s stomach.
Bakugou collapsed to the side and laid there a few minutes, next to Deku, as they both caught their breath back. Then Kacchan raised himself up. He cleaned Deku, staring down at him with hungry eyes.
The frail boy seemed to have succumbed to his fever once more… Bakugou managed to put the clean t-shirt on Deku, and tucked him in the covers, just in time before hearing the front door open.
“Boys? I’m back!” Inko called from across the apartment.
The sudden arrival made Kacchan jump up to his feet, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. He looked back at Deku and couldn’t resist the urge to plant a kiss on his forehead. He ran his fingers in Izuku’s curly hair in a quick movement and left the bedroom.
As he stepped into the living-room, Inko came up to Kacchan.
“How did it go?” she asked earnestly.
“I think his fever is worse, Midoriya-san... “ Kacchan replied, averting his eyes with a bit of guilt.
“Oh no… Well thank you for watching over him, Katsuki-kun!” Inko acknowledged.. “You are really a good friend!”
Bakugou blushed a little, scratching the back of his head. “I… should go home now.” he announced.
He started to head for the front door.
“Yes of course! Be safe on your way!” Deku’s mother said, accompanying him.
She waved at Bakugou as his strided down the corridor to the elevator. Kacchan rode it down and left Deku’s building.
He walked home at a slow pace, vividly remembering the feeling of Deku’s lips on his and the boy’s dick in his hand… He closed his fist, frowning at it.
“Why does this keep happening...?” he asked himself desperately. “Why can’t I control myself?!”
Deku’s moaning face suddenly popped in his head. He stopped, eyes wide as his listened to his heart going crazy; and another tension was throbbing at his crotch.
“You’ve got to be kidding me…!” he growled under his breath as he accelerated his pace to get home.
Will he be able to ignore the feelings growing within him any longer? Only time will tell.