Slightly changed version of the UraSaka Beach Party OneShot in ShimaSen Version.
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"Okay Urata, you haven't seen my swimming trunks, have you?"
Through the elder's flat, Shima walked, carrying a small bag on his back, hurrying through every room.
"I left them here, didn't I?"
"Hah? What do I know? I don't care about your damn trunks."
"Can't you be nice for once?", Shima sighed, already missing his other group members.
"Listen, you're the one who lost them in the first place. If you can't find them, it's your fault."
Urata, sitting on the sofa while scrolling through his phone, did not pay much attention to his fellow member panicking.
From the kitchen, Shima shouted at him.
"We'll be late! Why can't you help me?"
"I'm busy."
"With what? Looking at Sakatan's pictures?"
The younger grinned, knowing he hit a sensitive point.
"I'm not fucking-"
"Fucking?"
Before Shima could continue, Urata abruptly stood up, walking into the kitchen with heavy steps.
"Not a word."
Shima's grin grew brighter.
Everyone knew teasing Urata was fun, and Shima just experienced that first hand.
"I'll help you find those goddamn trunks, alright? So shut up."
He nodded casually, looking around the room.
"I hope I really left them here..."
When Shima exited the room, Urata looked after him.
He was wearing black shorts - his swimming trunks.
"... Shima."
"Huh?"
Urata was about to throw a knife at him, but Shima quickly grabbed it and stored it away.
"W-Woah! What is it!?"
Jrata pulled up the hem of the younger's large, white shirt, further exposing his trunks.
"Are you actually kidding me?"
"Eep-! Wait... Eh? Oohh, my trunks!! Thanks!"
"... I think I'm leaving the group."
"Huh!?"
"Let's go."
He grabbed his bag, threw it over his shoulder and walked to their car, leaving Shima behind.
"You can't just leave me behind! Or us, you're the leader."
After having ran after him, he opened the passenger door, sitting down.
"Watch me."
He started the engine, driving off.
The younger didn't take his words to heart, so he just changed the topic.
"Hey, what do you think Sakatan's wearing?"
Still looking ahead, he kept driving smoothly.
"What do I care? We'll see when we get there."
At a stoplight, the elder stopped the car, not bothering to look at the male beside him.
"Oh, come on~ I know that you already thought about him all morning! Ain't I right?"
"You're not."
"You're such a bad liar~"
"What about you though?"
"Huh?"
The traffic light turned green, so Urata started driving again.
"Don't you always think about Senra?"
"H-Huh!? M-Me? Haha, nooooo..."
"You happen to be bad at lying, too."
A small laugh could be heard from beside Shima.
"I don't want to think about what would have happened if you went there with him instead of me."
He took a turn left.
"You probably wouldn't have made it out of the house."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Do you really want me to say it? You wouldn't even attend the party because you would be busy with fuc-"
"Okay okay, I don't want to hear your pervy fantasies about us!!"
Urata huffed, not even listening to Shima's bullshit.
He took a left turn again and stopped at the next driveway entrance.
"We're here."
"... Where? I thought it was a beach party!?"
"... Are you seriously that stupid or do you pretend like it?"
The elder freed himself from his seat belt and left the car.
"It's a beach party. What do you expect me to do? Drive the car onto the sand?"
"Oohhh, that's why you parked here!"
Urata just sighed and began to walk towards the beach house where Amatsuki and Kuro were holding their party at.
Quickly, the younger followed him, clutching his bag tightly as to not lose it.
"How far do we have to walk? Is it that far from here?"
With yet another sigh, Urata stopped him from asking any more questions.
"Not that far. Ten minutes? Fifteen?"
"Hmmm... Okay."
'Great... He finally shut up.'
"Oh, I just remembered!"
"God, you're even worse than Sakata..."
"Oh? You sure like to mention him, don't you?", he gasped.
"Don't tell me you two are a thing already?! Did I miss something?"
"If you don't shut up I'll drown you."
Shima chuckled, seemingly content with Urata's reactions to his teasing.
But he wasn't finished yet.
"Eh, I see~ So you don't want anyone to know yet~ I'll keep it a secret, I promise! But it's really obvious already, you know? You two keep flirting all the time-"
"It's not even flirting!"
Irritated, he kept on looking ahead while walking, a stern look on his face, as well as red cheeks.
"Look, it's not. Really. Can't you just be quiet?"
"So you're not denying that you two are a thing~?"
"SHUT UP ALREADY! WE'RE NOT!! We're not..."
Suddenly, Shima noticed a sad tone in Urata's voice so he stopped annoying him.
"O-Oh, look, I think this is it!"
He pointed towards an over-decorated hut at the beach, filled with people.
"Yeah, seems like it."
From the prior sadness was nothing left.
Shima was relieved.
Still, he felt sorry.
Sorry for teasing him about something that seemingly worried him.
When, in reality, he was nothing different.
Shima, too, had his worries.
His biggest one being his feelings as of recently.
Because Urata was right-
He was constantly thinking about Senra.
His beautiful eyes, his silky hair, his sultry and deep voice, the way his chest rose up and down when he breathed, the water droplets rolling down his muscled chest-
He shook his head.
"This is not the time to think about him!"
"To think about whom?", Urata smirked, exactly knowing what Shima was thinking of.
"A-Ah, did I say that out loud? I-I was just thinking about Sakatan, haha! You know, he dropped a fork yesterday and- Uhm..."
"Did he?"
He looked at him slyly.
"I mean, as far as I remember, he didn't even hang out with you yesterday..."
"Uuhhh- Oh, look!! Amatsuki is waving at us! Let's go!!"
Urata held back a chuckle.
He knew how Shima was feeling.
And exactly because he knew, it was all the more fun to tease him.
When he noticed Amatsuki's eager shouting, though, he, too, walked ahead.
"You made it!"
They could hear him from afar.
"Amatsuki, hey ho! How is everyone!? Oh, and where's Kuro-chan?"
"She's inside, handing out drinks and greeting the others! I'm glad you came!"
"Yo. Are the others already there?"
"Hey Ura-pyon~ I suppose by _others_ you mean your precious little Sakatan and Senra?"
"My fucking what?"
"Hehe. They're not here yet, don't worry! You have enough to prepare yourself~"
"Prepare myself for what?"
"Anyways! Go in and greet everyone you two!"
"We will."
After patting him on the shoulder, Shima, along with the shorter male, approached the cottage where the party was held.
"It's big, isn't it?'
"Yeah. They really had luck with the location."
"Should we grab something to drink?", Shima asked to lighten up the mood.
"Nah, thanks, I'm fine. You go ahead and have some fun, I'm gonna wait for that idiot."
Shima's grin returned, ready to tease Urata again.
"You mean your idiot~"
"Yeah yeah, whatever."
"Y-You don't even try to deny it??"
"What does it matter? You won't listen anyways."
"Ugh, you're no fun... I'm gonna drink."
"Have fun."
With that, Shima left Urata and went to fetch himself some drinks.
By the time Kuro came to greet him, he already drank a few shots.
"Heyy, Maashii- Wait, how much did you drink already? You stink!"
"Not much. I'm good with alcohol."
"I know that, but don't overdo it, okay? We don't want you to say stupid things in front of Senra, do we?", she smirked at him.
He groaned.
"Everyone keeps saying that!", he exlaimed, to which the blonde only laughed.
"Isn't it true? Come on, have water. It's not even evening yet."
She poured him a glass of water.
Shima nodded, rather reluctantly, and held the glass in one hand, looking around the room.
"Is he here yet?"
"Didn't see him. But I'm sure he would rush over once he saw you."
"You think so?"
"Definitely."
"Okay..."
"I'm gonna go greet the others now. Don't be too moody, he'll be here soon. I bet Sakatan did something so they're late.", she laughed, bringing a smile to Shima's lips.
"Yeah, you're probably right. Have fun! And let's talk again later, okay?"
"Sure, you go have fun now!"
"Yep, see ya!"
After he saw her leave, he sighed.
It felt like he was scanning the place for the fifteenth time, looking out for the blonde he had been awaiting for long.
He knew it wasn't a big deal, him being late, but he never could help it but worry still.
All of a sudden, he caught a glimpse of another blonde.
It wasn't Kuro.
It wasn't anyone else but him.
He immediately knew.
As the blonde noticed that the purple haired saw him, he waved, smiling.
Shima immediately blushed.
'At least he can't see me blush from this distance...'
He waved back, his heart already doing loops.
"Hey Maashii!"
'He really is rushing over...'
Surprised about how true Kuro's words were, he quickly took a sip of water, eyeing the blonde who quickly walked over to him.
"Hey! Why're you so late?"
"Well, we got caught up in something because of Sakata..."
"She was even right on that..."
"Who was what?"
"O-Oh, nothing nothing. Don't mind my mumbling. Do you want something to drink, now that you got here?"
"Drinking already?", he looked amused.
"It's only afternoon, don't tell me you're planning on getting drunk already?"
He sat down beside him for a moment.
"Judging from that, you were, huh?"
And pointed at the small number of empty shot glasses on the table next to him.
"Well- I needed to do something while waiting for you."
"You were waiting for me?"
He desperately wanted to take back the words he had just said.
"Uh? I mean, yes? Kind of, yeah."
"Interesting.", the blonde smirked.
"Okay, give me something, too."
"To drink, you mean?"
"Yeah. What other is there to give me?"
"Uhm- Nevermind, haha."
Was the alcohol already getting to his head?
What was he thinking about!?
"You're weird."
Senra laughed.
"I thought you could hold your liquor."
Shima shook his head, looking him in the eye.
"I was just- getting off track. Sorry."
"Don't sweat it. Did you have to wait long?"
"Well..."
He looked over to the empty shot glasses.
"A bit, I guess?"
They laughed, the heavy mood lifted.
"Sorry about that, really."
Laughing, he lay his hand on the purplehead's shoulder.
Shima instantly became aware of everything, he could intently feel his hand on his shoulder, and he was hyper-sensitive to his presence.
It couldn't be the alcohol.
It was simply Senra's presence which brought him into this state.
He took a sip of the beer he just grabbed and tried to stay as calm as possible.
Though, Senra seemed nervous.
Or hesitant, at the very least, as Shima noticed him eye his own hand nervously.
Then, the blonde looked at him.
"Shouldn't you... Drink water?"
He pointed at the glass on the table, the one that Kuro gave him.
"I don't get drunk easily, so does it really matter?"
"Still... Alcohol isn't good for you. You don't even have to get drunk, your body still suffers from it."
Sighing, Shima placed down his beer and took a sip from the water.
He couldn't stand Senra worrying about him.
What encouraged him to keep drinking from his glass of water was the blonde's expression soften, him calming down.
"We still have time for that later."
"Sure."
"Hey, you guys finally arrived!!"
Kuro approached them, already beaming.
"Everyone wants to play beach volleyball now! You're joining, right?"
"Are we?"
Senra was about to look at Shima, but he already nodded eagerly.
"Count us in!"
Senra smiled at his joy.
Soon, they were outside in the beaming sun, on the volleyball field.
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"Okay, I'll split the teams!", Kuro exclaimed.
"I think that it'd be better to distribute everyone so that the height is even...", she mumbled, "Senra is not allowed to be in a team with Sakatan or Ama-chan. These three combined will be too powerful."
"Ehhhh, but Kuro-chaaaaan~", Amatsuki whined.
"Wait. If you don't want those three in one team how many teams are there gonna be?", Shima asked.
"Maashii, I really like you, but sometimes you're just too stupid."
"How are you supposed to play volleyball with more than two teams on one field?", Senra looked at him, questioning his intelligence.
"No complaining. Ama, to the right. Senra, left. Shima, right, Sakata left... Urata, you'll join the taller folks on the right, Mafu will..."
After their names were being said their minds drifted elsewhere.
"Okay, we got everyone! Get on your sites and let the game begin!!"
"Sakata, I feel like you should be in the middle first. You're quite tall, as well."
Amatsuki gripped his shoulders and led him to the middle of the field, next to the net, facing him away from the other team.
He sighed, "Got it."
"And... START!!"
The game began and Senra's team got the ball first.
Senra instantly smashed it on the other side and got them a point.
"Nice Senra!!", they fistbumped.
"That wasn't fair! Why is he so tall, huh?", they heard Urata mumble as their team moved places.
"Okay, next round- Begin!"
Amatsuki made a powerful jump serve this time. Everyone was truly impressed for a moment.
However, the one who made the point was, surprisingly, Mafu. Or at least that's what everyone concluded from Urata's shouting.
"Mafu, wow! You did it!"
The match went on and on, till Senra's team won in the end.
"Tch. So fucking unfair."
"Ura-san~ Don't be jealous!"
"I'm not. I'm just saying it's unfair 'cuz you'RE ALL SO FUCKING TALL!"
"Shut up, like you're the shortest! I still could play.", Kuro smirked at him.
"Okay guys, let's go in again and have some drinks!"
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As they made their way back inside again it was already starting to get dark outside.
"So, is it now time to start drinking?", Shima grinned.
Senra looked down at him, sighing.
"I guess... It's late, isn't it?"
"Why are you sighing...? I'm sorry, we don't have to drink, I just thought-"
"No no, that's not why I was sighing! It's just... Late."
'And I can't keep my eyes off you... Could you please put on a shirt??'
From next to the field, he picked up two pieces of fabric.
"Let's go. Drinking."
With sudden determination, as well as embarrassment, Senra walked ahead, holding two shirts in his hands, pulling one over his head.
Shima smirked, now convinced that the blonde's sigh really wasn't his fault.
"Wait up!!"
He started running after him and they went back into the house together.
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"Sorry for holding your shirt..."
Senra looked at him while opening a can of beer as he sat next to Shima, who was already drinking heavier stuff.
"Don't worry, I wasn't planning on wearing it again anyways."
"Eh? But... Aren't you cold? You should wear it."
"Nah, it's fine. I'm still sweaty from playing."
"You should put it on then. Or you'll catch a cold."
"Why do you want me to put on my shirt so badly?", he chuckled.
"Are you... Nervous, by any chance?"
Taking a sip, he looked the other way.
"I'm not."
Chuckling, already assuming that he was lying, Shima leaned back.
"Then you won't mind me not putting it back on, right?"
"... Of course not.", the blonde lied.
Shima then also took a sip from his beer, a grin still apparent on his face.
"Well then."
He put his glass down, standing up and standing right in front of the blonde.
"Do you want something else to drink?", he asked while also making sure he really was looking at him.
"I can get us something."
The younger gulped, trying to keep his gaze on the male's face.
But Shima had other plans.
He leaned forward, propping his arms on the table behind the taller male, his chest near to his face.
He looked down on him - With a smirk, of course.
"What is it, Senra? Are you not feeling well? Should I check if you have a fever?"
He let himself sit down on the blonde's lap, which resulted in the latter's face heating up immediately.
Shima was proud of himself.
He did the first step to seduce his crush.
Now, he was definitely not planning on chickening out.
Senra, on the other hand, as well as Shima, was very much aware of everything his crush did.
Every little movement, he noticed.
So, having him sit on his lap made him tremendously flustered.
Still, he supported his back with his hand out of shock.
Senra's reaction only motivated Shima further, his next move being pressing their foreheads against each other to 'check his temperature'.
"Sh-Shima..."
Their faces were only inches apart.
That made even Shima blush a little, but he was not giving in now.
He could see Senra swallow hard, when glancing over, he saw his other hand tightly gripping his can, resulting in it denting and making noises while doing so.
Now, his yellow eyes looked up at him, almost afraid, seeming so small.
Unconsciously, the blonde licked his lips, which tempted Shima to press his own onto them.
Senra was shocked.
He didn't expect Shima to be this bold.
Though resisting at first, he quickly gave up and gave in to the tender pleasure Shima's lips were giving him.
"Mhm... Shima..."
As he started to kiss back, the elder licked over and bit down on the younger's lower lip, asking for entrance.
Senra could feel Shima smile.
Next thing he knew, his lips were being parted from the purplehead's as he looked at him.
Even the younger, from such little kissing, was out of breath.
His face was flushed, the whole air around them felt hot and steamy.
"You're eager."
"Y-You started it."
The blonde had to stutter, feeling out of breath.
He put away his beer can and eagerly grabbed Shima's behind.
"You're really at it, aren't you?", the older male teased.
"Sh-Shut up and kiss me."
Licking his lips, Shima smirked.
"Gladly."
The eagerness that Shima kissed him with made the blonde gasp slightly.
Soon enough, though, their lips were moving in sync, Senra's hands resting on the younger's back.
One on the lower, on on his upper back.
Not for long.
They were travelling to his shoulders, up and down his arms.
Lastly, Senra laid his arms around his neck, leaving them there as his head moved eagerly, as well as his lips, against Shima's.
The occasional nose bumping, he did not mind.
He was too focused on the fact that he, currently, was making out with him.
Feeling him.
They parted for a moment to catch their breaths but immediately connected again.
"Ngh... Sh-Shima... Ah-"
Both opened their eyes in surprise.
Did Senra just... Moan?
Shima could feel his pants tighten at the thought of it.
Painfully slow, he started grinding into the younger's lap, earning yet another moan from him.
Senra wanted to throw his head back in pleasure, but Shima forced him to keep his head steady so he could slip in his tongue again.
With his hand, he held the back of the blonde's head, pressing his head against his in order to deepen the kiss.
Hot breaths were slipped into the kiss, more so from Senra than from Shima.
Every time Shima would feel him squirm underneath him, trying to somehow move his hips with him sitting on his lap, feeling his arms tremble, he would want to kiss him more, leave him even more breathless than he already was.
Though, despite his hand securing his head, Senra threw his head back, breathing heavily.
"Shima- Fuck-"
He tried talking to him, but he was quiet soon again.
When he opened his mouth, moans and pants would spill out, so he quickly closed it again.
Shima wanted to hear more of him.
Feel him.
He started grinding again, this time even a little harsher.
Senra broke free from the kiss - He couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Sh-Shi- Ahh- Hng... A-Ah- Shima... I-I need you! Please!"
The elder smirked.
He got up from the blonde's leg, picked him up and went to Amatsuki's bedroom.
'He wouldn't mind if we use it.'
Throwing the younger male on the bed, he crawled over him.
And thus began a night of blissful pleasure for both of them...
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"Hey."
Shima turned around, cuddling closer to Senra and nudged his side.
"Hmm?", Senra only hummed, too tired to talk at this point.
"I love you."
The blonde immediately turned his face to Shima, eyes widened.
"Sorry if that's not what you wanted to hear after sex.", the purple haired male chuckled, making Senra blush.
"D-Don't just say those things!"
"Why not? I love you, I fear nothing in front of you. I want you to see the real me, in and out."
Senra's blush deepened and he hid his face in the cushions.
"I love you too...", he mumbled.
"What was that? Sorry, I couldn't hear you. Would you please look me in the eye and repeat that?", Shima smiled.
He gently grabbed Senra's shoulder and gestured him to turn around - which he did.
"I-I said-! I love you too... You idiot..."
Smiling, Shima hugged his now-lover again and snuggled up against his chest.
"I'm glad to hear that."
"It's only the truth."
After him saying that, he looked at the room's corner.
"I could actually give you your shirt now... For real."
Though Shima could not see his face, he heard him smile through his words.
That, in return, caused him to do so, too, while shuffling closer towards him.
"In five minutes."
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