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In The Pool

Explicit Satosugu one shot, mature readers only

Additional Tags: JJk au, Geto is a teacher, Geto didn't go bad, sm^t, or@l, inappropriate shit happening in the pool, Geto and Gojo getting it on in the pool, explicit bl, bottom!Gojo, top!suguru.

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The green glow of the pool lights echoed against the dark night, the water's reflection bouncing off of the surrounding walls of the cheap motel. The air was still with a chilly bite: during the day, the glare of the sun had been overpowering, microwaving everything living except for the desert flora specifically adapted to the environment.

The sorcerers certainly weren't. Japanese humidity was one thing, but American desert heat was another. The pool proved to be a lukewarm paradise after sundown, and the five spent plenty of time splashing around in the chlorinated water. It was well past eleven when Gojo's students finally herded into their bedroom of the cheap motel, Yuji dragging his feet and Megumi with one hand on his back. Gojo watched as the three left a wet trail across the courtyard, and climbed the stairs to the second floor, entering one of the first doors. The three now-sophomores had been sent to America with Gojo and Geto for an indefinite amount of time to deal with an upsurge of curses in the states.

"Must be all the political drama I've been reading about online." Geto had commented back in Japan, sitting on Gojo's bed as the man packed.

"Well, whatever it is, the council must be really concerned if they're sending me," Gojo shook his head. "I hope they can handle the massive upsurge of curse activity while I'm gone!" His tone was sarcastic.

Suguru sighed. "Relax, Satoru. They have good reason to be sending the both of us: there are practically no sorcerers in America. The people are helpless."

"Eh," Satoru shrugged.

Now he was treading water, a light smile curling on his lips. California had been a mess, curses oozing around every corner of LA and San Fran, and a sizable curse in Arizona had put up a nasty fight, but New Mexico was proving to be much easier. Sure, every report of a recent "ufo" sighting had turned out to be a grade 2 curse, but with the students, him, and Geto, there had been little injuries.

He let out a breath. Nothing permanent yet. We've got forty-seven states left to clear, and a whole lot of trouble along the way. I've heard the Appalachians are difficult.

"Just us now," Suguru commented, his eyes following the trail left by their students. He stood further in the shallow end, his muscular torso stretching out from the water. "What are you thinking?"

Satoru turned, meeting the man's gaze. Geto's eyes glittered in the reflection of the pool, dark and comforting. For so long had Satoru sought solace in those eyes, felt more than he was supposed to with every touch they shared. A few years ago, they had finally agreed that their relationship was something more than a friendship but chose to tell no one. Of course, they lived together while at the school, but Satoru still had a separate residence in his clan homestead. As for Suguru, he wasn't sure if the man had a home apart from Tokyo Jujutsu High School.

I've been meaning to talk to him about that. Satoru averted his gaze, trying to swallow down his nagging heart. He relaxed his head back into the water and pushed his hair back, out of his face. "Ehh," he drawled. "Just that we've got a lot of work ahead."

"You're worried for the kids?" Suguru raised one eyebrow.

Satoru hesitated, then nodded. He always knows. Nothing escapes him. He floated onto his back, stretching his arms out on either side of his body.

Geto sighed. "We're here to protect them, and if something does go wrong, I can get them back to Shoko quickly."

"I know that," Gojo hummed, pushing his arms through the water. The movement drove him backwards through the water, the aquamarine light swirling around him.

"Isn't the pool supposed to be closed by now?" Suguru changed the subject, glancing around the empty courtyard. "I'm sure it's past 11."

Satoru motioned to the dark lobby windows. "Yeah, but does it really matter? Nobody's watching and I don't give a shit."

"Of course you don't," Suguru chuckled. He folded his arms and leaned against the side of the pool, his biceps flexing with the motion. Gojo had always found him attractive, and since they had progressed into adulthood, Geto had only filled out into a manly shape. Broad shoulders, a torso chiseled by extensive training, and a characteristically low voice.

Satoru waded over to him, watching Suguru's eyes trail up his body as it emerged from the water. Gojo smirked.

"Whatcha lookin at?" he propped one elbow up on the concrete edge of the pool, striking a jaunty pose.

Suguru smiled. "You, of course."

Its late, of course he wants to banter. Gojo's grin widened. "You naughty bastard."

"Naughty?" Geto sounded mock-offended. "Me? Neverrrr." he leaned forward, running one hand along Satoru's neck. Chills raced up Gojo's spine that had nothing to do with the cool night air. Gojo leaned into his touch, his head tilting back. Suguru's thumb rubbed against his adam's apple, and his palm pressed into his throat lightly.

"What are you trying to do?" Satoru hummed, staring down his nose at the man. Suguru's eyelids sunk lower, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a sly expression.

"You know you like it."

He scoffed lightly. "Of course I do." Gojo's back brushed against the pool wall, and Geto's fingers lifted to clasp his chin. He smiled. "And you seemed so concerned about someone seeing."

"Oh never mind that," Suguru excused, gently motioning with one hand. "The flyheads are taking care of that. No one can currently see us."

"Oh?" Satoru raised an eyebrow. "I've never known flyheads to be so silent." He pressed his chin into Suguru's hand, his eyes flickering down to the man's lips.

"They blend in with other sounds," Suguru leaned closer, his head tilting as his chin brushed past Satoru's. Their breath mixed as Satoru's soft pants rippled against Suguru's open lips. Satoru's hands smoothed up Geto's bare back, fingers gently pressing against his solid muscle.

Suguru closed the gap between their lips, and Gojo sucked in a breath. It was electric in his chest, the heat spreading lower as Geto's lips rolled over his own. Satoru pushed his tongue into the midst of the chaos, and a low hum drifted up Suguru's throat.

Gojo's hands were on the back of Suguru's neck now, gripping tightly. He whined as Geto sucked his tongue into his own mouth, their senses flooding with each other's spit.

Suguru pulled away momentarily, his fingers pinching Satoru's hips gently. "Feeling needy, love?" He hummed.

"Yes," Gojo breathed, forgetting everything but the man's touch on his skin. Before he could ask, Suguru lifted him by the hips and hoisted him to sit on the edge of the pool.

Satoru spread his legs and Suguru immediately began planting kisses up his thigh. Gojo released a breath, and with it lifted his limitless technique to expose his real skin. Just for now. His fingers curled around Geto's long locks. The feeling of Suguru's lips was like fire and ice at the same time, and warmth spread all throughout Gojo's body, settling in his member.

One of Suguru's hands drifted dangerously close to his crotch, and Gojo's member twitched. He bit his lip, and felt Geto grin against his skin.

"I can feel you."

"Of course you can." Satoru grunted, pulling Suguru's head closer to his crotch.

Geto's hands fitted against Satoru's lower back. "Put your legs on my shoulders, love."

Gojo obeyed, slinging his calves over Suguru's broad shoulders, his thighs resting close to the man's head. Suguru pulled him off of the edge, holding him close. Satoru's bottom sat against Suguru's chest, his legs crossed behind the man's head.

Suguru raised his head and smiled. "Do you trust me?"

"You've never given me reason not to." Satoru snickered, his head pounding too heavily for him to fully laugh. He was too distracted by the heavy lust shining in Suguru's eyes, his strong hands and body holding Gojo.

"Good boy." Geto murmured as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss against the strain in Gojo's swim trunks. Immediately, Satoru gasped, his grip on Suguru's hair tightening.

"Suguru-" he choked out. Dammit, I'm not about to cream my pants. He was throbbing badly, his cock feeling heavy against his shorts. It had been a long time since they had sex, and Satoru was currently regretting his celibacy. I hope I don't cum quickly.

His eyes widened as he realized Suguru's fingers were carefully tugging Satoru's boxers down, just enough to pull out his heavy cock.

Satoru let out a full moan as he was finally freed, goosebumps racing up his skin from the sudden exposure. Suguru planted a kiss onto the leaky tip, and his tongue flicked against the sensitive slit.

Satoru gasped through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to thrust forward into Geto's mouth. Instead he let Geto take him slowly, wrapping his lips around the tip and then working his way deeper.

He wasn't even halfway down Satoru's long shaft when Gojo's hips bucked, a reaction to the scraping of his head against Suguru's hot mouth.

"Sorry," Gojo panted. "I-"

Suguru forced himself closer, his lips brushing Satoru's pubic hair as he bottomed out. Gojo choked on a groan and rolled his hips into Suguru's mouth, his thighs squeezing the man's head tightly.

Suguru bobbed his head with Satoru's movements, eliciting another moan from Gojo. His veins buzzed, legs shook, and his body craved more, more of that blinding pleasure that he could feel whelming on the horizon.

"Ah~" Gojo gasped as Suguru's tongue slid along his shaft. Satoru's head bumped against the back of the man's throat, and he felt his senses roll to an abrupt high.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck," his eyes watered as he thrusted into Geto's mouth. "Fuck, darling, I'm sorry, cumming already-"

Suguru took it willingly, humming gently as he swallowed every drop that Satoru released. When the stream has stopped, he leaned away, his lips making an obscene POP as he pulled them off Gojo's head.

Satoru bent over Suguru's head, breathing heavily as his body still buzzed with his release.

"That was fucking good, sweetheart," Geto murmured.

Gojo recovered a bit of his senses and laughed. "Cock drunk already?" His body finally stopped shivering, and he loosened his legs grip on Geto.

Suguru smirked smugly, a small line of cum dribbling from the lower corner of his lips. "Not more than usual. You know I worship your dick."

"Oh, I know all too well." Satoru massaged his scalp, grinning.

"Round two in the bedroom?" Suguru raised an eyebrow. "We don't an opportunity like this very often."

"Who do you think you're asking?" Satoru copied his expression. "Of course we need a round two, and a round three, and a round four-"

Suguru cut him off with a laugh, already moving towards the shallow end. "Very well, my blue-eyed prince."

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