Wrong Bro

Now Ringing

A sigh left Bakugou's lips, curled downward in a tight lipped frown. His eyebrows drawn and pencil tapping the paper below in an off beat rhythm. He was distracted, his mind abuzz and not functioning as deemed fit. Grumbling, he sunk further onto his hand, elbow resting on the table top and sinking further into

A buzz caught his attention, his phone vibrating against the wood of his desk a pace beside him. He eyed it, before glancing back to eye his papers. The mess of his school work crowding his desk. He set his pencil down with an aggravated huff and he welcomed the distraction.

Reaching out for his device, he tapped his password in, and the notification from Kirishima came up. Definitely a welcomed distraction. Opening up the photo sending app, a lax look on his face, he hovered over the notification—

His phone was ringing.

"What in the hell." He voiced, eyebrows scrunching in confusion at the glowing icon of Kirishima ringing him, staring at the screen as it rang.

It was an old blurred picture of Kirishima and him from their first year, considered old as they now neared their final year at UA— this picture was considerably one of his favorites. Bakugou may not have many pictures with his closest friend, unless taken by the latter in a surprised fraction. Which usually led, to as much the same as this was taken. A blurred toothy grin and his own face scrunched in surprised fury.

He rolled his eyes at the warm thought, diminishing the uptilt of his lips, tapping his thumb over the ringing green icon and pressing it to his ear.

"What's—"

"Bakugou!"

Bakugou flinched back at the screech of his name through the phone, the audio vibrating the device in hand as he retched it away from his ear. Crackling as it went.

"The fuck!?" Bakugou shouted back, matching the previous volume. He could practically hear the cringe from the other side of the line. "Why in the fucking hell are you yelling!"

"Sorry, I'm sorry!" The scrambled tone of his best friend started, a jumbled out apology, his voice breathy, labored as though he had just been working out. " Don't open my message! I messed up, shoot—" Kirishima started, his voice having calmed a few paces, he could hear avid rapid tapping on the other side of the phone.

"Shitty hair, the hells going on?"

"I sent a message meant for another bro— don't open it." Kirishima paused, leaving Bakugou's mind reeling in confusion. "Well you can just— just look away! Ok?"

Bakugou could practically hear the dripping of embarrassment from his end. This had to be something good. Bakugou tended to respect his friends, in most ways that was, but the idea of new black mail to tease Kirishima on. He couldn't pass up the opportunity. It may have not been 'manly' in Kirishima's eyes. But Bakugou couldn't deny the satisfaction of a blushing and squirming Kirishima.

"Baku-bro?" Kirishima voiced his name again, his tone further on edge.

Bakugou flicked his pointer finger up over the screen, clicking to the tab he had left open, the bright warm white of the app lighting up the snug expression on his face. He could hear Kirishima chatting away, stuttering through excuses and apologies.

Finger held over the notification, he tapped down, the image flickering to life on his screen and—

Holy shit.

He dropped the phone from his hand with an audible gasp, the clatter obvious on the other end. Heat flaring across his body, and his cheeks heating, eyes growing wide.

"You opened it—B??" Kirishima questioned, closer now to an exasperated demanding tone.

Bakugou shadkily lifted his phone once more.

"Fuck.. You looked didn't you. Ughhh." Bakugou could practically hear his friend burying his face into his hands from here.

The image was well lit, apparently downstairs in the boys locker room. Kirshima stood, body glistening from either sweat or water-- he guessed the latter. Considering the shag to his hair, the red strands clung and dropped, eyes peeking past the strands in a teasing cascade of ruby. His eyes trailed down, eyes the muscles he saw on a daily while training. Thick and muscled, body build like a tank.

He swallowed dryly.

In this manner he seemed far more alluding. Bakugou was near drooling over the course black hair layered over Kirishima's chest, eyeing his perked nipples. Which he was to guess was from the temperature and not due to his-- his eyes dropped to his freed crouch. Trailing do wn his apollo's belt and finally to the centerpiece of the image. Curved and thick, tip red and apparently weeping. He squinted to eye the length, wishing he had sent an image of it alone; up close and personal, just for him.

He suppressed a needy sound at the back of his throat, willing himself to ignore the heated haze fogging his mind.

He had thought about his best friend's body in this manner in the past. It was something that had wrung through his mind one way or another. Something he had silently craved, an itch he would never voice. Alongside feeling's he refused to explore.

Hell, seeing it up close and personal he wouldn't mind--

A thought occurred to him then, jealousy spiking through him.

"Who the fuck was this meant for?"

A pause.

"That.. that's what you're concerned about?"

Oh fuck.

Kirishima was right. That certainly wasn't what he should be concerned about. Especially at the fact his best friend had accidentally sent him a picture of his goddamn dick. And here he was concerning over who it was meant for. Like it was any of his business?

He cleared his throat, licking his now paper dried lips.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"What. Do you like what you see, B?" Krisihima voiced after the prolonged silence, his voice apparently having deepened to a sultry teasing tone. Bakugou couldn't tell if he was joking with him or not. He licked his lips, the heat flaring on his body was now prickling in one very specific spot. The sweats he was lounging in growing heated and uncomfortable, cock straining sensitively in the fabric it was encased in. No way in hell was he voicing that.

In a jittered and irrational movement, mind hazed and horny. He reached, pressing down buttons, a shutter sound firing off as he took a screenshot of the image.

"Bakugou, did you just--?"

He hung up.