When Ken comes to meet Daisuke to hang out after school, he’s still wearing his soccer uniform. Daisuke sees him come out from the station in his green shirt and black shorts along with those long green socks, and feels an electric current of desire go through him.
“Wow, you’re wearing your uniform!” he remarks as he runs up to him.
“Yeah, I came straight from practice.” Ken smiles back at him and starts walking.
Daisuke can’t help but check him out as they walk, running his eyes up and down his long legs, paying special attention to the stretch of milky skin between the end of his socks and the beginning of those tantalisingly short shorts. Ken always looks good no matter what he wears, but Daisuke has always loved the way he looks in his soccer uniform. The other boy doesn’t often wear shorts, so it’s not often he gets to see those long, slender legs out in public. In the privacy of their homes, well – that’s another story.
“You’re staring,” Ken tells him, slight flush on his cheeks.
“You know I love your uniform.” Daisuke gives him a not-so-innocent grin, which only serves to deepen the blush.

Daisuke doesn’t waste any time after they get in the door to his flat. “My folks aren’t home – let’s have some fun,” he grins, puts his arms around Ken and starts leading them both to his bedroom.
“Lie down on the bed,” he says once they’ve closed the door safely behind them.
Ken blushes. “Do you want me to take my clothes off? They’re kinda dirty…”
“No, no. Just, humour me for a little. I want to lavish some attention on you.” He waggles his eyebrows, making Ken giggle. The other boy gets on the bed, lying down on his back with his arms splayed out along his sides. Daisuke sidles up beside him to admire the view.
“Your uniform looks so good on you… the green goes so well with your hair and your skin… and your legs look so awesome in those socks.” He runs his fingers gently over the green shirt, as if caressing Ken through it.
The other boy fidgets on the bed, his face apple red at this point. “I… didn’t realise you liked it that much.”
He knows it’s a bit odd. He doesn’t think that way about his own uniform or any of the other guys on his team – or on Ken’s team, for that matter. But he loves Ken, and there’s just something about how the uniform looks on him. He can’t pinpoint exactly what it is, but it makes him love Ken even more, makes him want to touch him, strip the uniform off him and make him come apart. He runs his hands up the smooth patch of leg between the top of the sock and the bottom of the shorts, feels muscle move underneath the skin.
“Yeah, I do. And I love your legs… They’re so strong.”
Ken blushes, but receives the compliment without protest. When Daisuke’s fingers reach the bottom of the shorts, they dip underneath for a moment, teasing lightly at Ken’s upper thighs before drawing back.
He leans up and kisses at Ken’s neck, who gasps and slings his arms around Daisuke’s back in turn, leans his head to the side to give him more access. He moves up to kiss and nip at his ear, making Ken squeak. Daisuke cups his cheek and moves to kiss him deep, sliding his tongue inside. Ken moans into it as he reaches his other hand down and hitches up Ken’s soccer shirt, sticking his hand underneath and feeling the soft skin of the other boy’s stomach. He rubs his hand there, kneading slightly, before moving further up underneath the shirt to pinch at a nipple, pressing briefly down on his chest to check his heart rate. Ken’s heart is pumping steady and strong, just like his. Ken gasps at the touch and wiggles his hips into thin air, and Daisuke pulls back to look down. He sees Ken’s erection tenting his thin black shorts, and his mouth waters. He reaches a hand down to cover it, and Ken gasps again and twitches his hips into Daisuke’s hand. Daisuke pets at the bulge in his shorts, giving it gentle strokes. Ken sighs prettily, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.
“Ah… that feels good…”
“Ken… you look so good like this. Can I take your shorts off?”
Ken nods, helping him slide the black shorts off his hips and down his legs. This leaves him lying splayed on the bed with his shirt hiked up to show his stomach, and a long expanse of smooth pale skin that reaches all the way down to where the tops of his knees meet his green socks. His erection rests against his stomach, exposed to the air.
“What about my socks?” Ken asks, fidgeting again under Daisuke’s hot gaze.
“No, keep them on.”
Daisuke closes a hand around Ken and gives him a few sure strokes before he starts jerking him off with practiced pumps of his fist. Ken clenches his hands in the bedsheets, moving his hips up to meet Daisuke’s hand. He watches Ken as he keeps moving his hand rhythmically, scans his eyes over the other’s body from his face with the red apple blush and open panting mouth, past his soft stomach and down to long, slender legs covered with long green socks up to the knees.
“You look so good… does it feel good?”
“Ah… yes…” Ken smiles blissfully as Daisuke keeps rubbing him, making sure to move just the way Ken likes. He brings his other hand up to gently touch his balls, and Ken gives a shout.
“Daisuke… I-I’m gonna… Nnngh!” He shudders and spills over Daisuke’s fist and his own stomach in several sticky spurts. Daisuke never gets tired of watching the moment he orgasms, the way his whole body twitches and trembles with pleasure.
Ken blinks his eyes open, catching his breath. Then he reaches for Daisuke.
“Daisuke… you too…”
Daisuke gets off his knees and lies down next to Ken on the bed, lets him open the button and zipper on his shorts to take his aching erection out. He only has to pump it a few times before Daisuke comes with a series of shaky whimpers, rocking his hips into Ken’s hand as he releases all over the other’s pale stomach, hands clutching at the shirt of his uniform.
“Damn, that was good.” He sighs contentedly and cuddles up to Ken, sticking his face into his neck and breathing in deep. He wrinkles his nose at the sweaty smell and pulls away again.
“Now get in the shower, you smell.”
“Hey!”