Prologue

"I'm only coming with you because you won't shut up about this dude and his short friend. Judging from your taste, I bet they wont be that cute."

Tsukishima glared and tapped his commuter pass at the exit gate, "The pot calling the kettle black. Your taste is also shit."

Kageyama did the same and returned to pass to the wallet in his back pocket, "Yeah right. You haven't ever seen me take anyone home."

"How about that Shino-something dude you hooked up with senior year?"

"That doesn't fucking count. I was desperate. There were like five gay guys that I knew, including you– I had a limited pool to choose from." Kageyama adjusted his black-framed glasses, he was regretting not wearing his contacts tonight.

"What? And I wasn't good enough for the King?" Tsukishima scoffed.

"Ugh, asshole. I just pictured it for a second there."

"What kind of image was it?"

Kageyama stopped at the crosswalk, "Just drop it already. Why are we even friends? You are such a pain."

Tsukishima shrugged, "Because you are an idiot with no one else to call a friend, so it's convenient."

"I have other friends."

"Name one."

"…." Kageyama clicked his tongue, "Fine. I get your point."

Near Sendai there was exactly one bar people like Kageyama often frequented: Honki Talk. Although there were similar bars farther out in Miyagi Prefecture, this was the only one that had a respectable variety of men and an ambience that suit his picky taste. Additionally, it was close enough to his house to not be considered a hassle. He usually came to this bar around once a month when he had to deal with his sexual frustrations. This was the first time he was going with Tsukishima and only because the lamp pole had coerced him to be his wingman. He spouted something about a cute, freckled dude and this other guy, supposedly pretty cute but not Tsukishima's type, to whom he was attached at the hip. Kageyama was here today to do something about the short dude.

The bar was on the third floor of a neat little complex, which conveniently had a Chinese restaurant on the first floor. The times that he bought take-out from that restaurant on an unlucky night exceeded double digits by now. Kageyama opened the door, the bell above announcing their presence, and took in the scene.

"Where should we sit?" he whispered to Tsukishima.

"At a four-person table, duh. That'd give them the chance approach us and sit."

Kageyama walked to a dim table near the counter, "Considering how into this guy you are, I don't understand why you're being so passive."

Tsukishima laughed, "Kageyama, how long have you known me for? You should know the answer to that by now."

"Yeah. You are an unmotivated jerk who likes to act like he doesn't care when he actually does. I get it."

"Exactly."

Kageyama sighed, "That's going to come bite you in the ass. What if this guy hasn't even noticed you?"

"Oh trust me, he has." Tsukishima smirked, "Don't look right now but the guy I was talking about is on the far left of the counter. And his friend is the guy with the orange hair. They keep looking over at us."

"I'll go get us some drinks and get a better look. What do you want?"

Tsukishima passed Kageyama a thousand yen bill, "Get me a ginger ale highball."

"Ok."

Kageyama walked to the counter and ordered their drinks, deciding on a spicy Moscow mule for himself. He occasionally glanced over at Tsukishima's fuck-interest and co. out of curiosity. The former had neck length, dark brown hair that he gathered in a half-up, half-own ponytail and a face full of, yeah, pretty endearing freckles. He certainly looked like the type of guy Tsukishima would go for. Although he was tall, his whole attitude screamed newly born fawn. The type that seemed easy to bully, certainly a perfect match for the lamp pole. His friend, on the other hand, was shining like the fucking sun. It probably had to do with the bright orange, pixie cut he had and the wide smile plastered on his face. Though, with that height, the guy looked like he just graduated middle school. But Kageyama had to admit, he was really cute. It pissed him off that Tsukishima knew he had a weak spot for small things.

"Your drinks."

Kageyama paid and took their drinks from the bartender while looking over at the short guy again. Their eyes met and he made sure to keep the contact for a few seconds longer to get the message across; they were wingmen and it was in both of their interest to get this moving along as quickly as possible. After the brief stare-down, Kageyama took the drinks and walked back to the table. He passed Tsukishima his drink and change, making sure to sit across from him so that the seat next to each of them would be empty.

As if right on cue, a silvery voice breaks though the momentary silence, "Can we join you guys?"

Kageyama nodded, "Yeah."

Mr. pixie-hair pushed his taller friend towards the empty seat next to Tsukishima and then took the seat by Kageyama. He turned to Kageyama with a grin, "What should we call you guys?"

"I'm Kageyama, this guy is Tsukishima."

"See Yamaguchi, asking for names isn't that hard." He laughed, "My name is Hinata. My shy, bumbling friend is Yamaguchi."

"Yamaguchi, huh." Tsukishima muttered, resting his eyes on the blushing fawn next to him.

"So Kageyama…" Hinata winked, "Why don't you treat me to a drink at the counter?"

"Yeah, sure." Kageyama followed Hinata away from whatever flirting mess the other two were about to become.

Once at the counter, Hinata ordered himself a mojito and sat down with a relieved sigh. He patted the seat next to him to urge Kageyama to sit, "It'll probably take them a while to decide to leave together so lets get acquainted."

Kageyama sat down, a bit taken aback by Hinata's bluntness, "That's true."

"Yamaguchi wouldn't shut up about your blond friend, you know. But since he is such a wuss I had to come again as his wingman."

"Hmm."

"Your drink."

Hinata took his drink and reached for his back pocket to pay, but Kageyama intercepted, "I'll handle it."

Hinata laughed through his nose, "No, you wont. I was just joking about that."

Kageyama's eyes widened, no one he'd earnestly offered to pay a drink for had ever rejected him, "Is that so." He retracted his hand and took a sip of his drink, a bit offended by the blow to his ego.

Hinata paid for his drink and sipped on it happily, "Mm. I love this bartender's drinks."

"They're pretty good."

"Wow. Do you ever say more than three words?"

Kageyama glared at the midget, "I changed my mind. You are only cute when you are quiet and at a distance."

Hinata stuck his tongue out, "There you go! Some personality. But you just admitted that there are moments you think I'm cute."

Kageyama rolled his eyes and rested his chin on his palm, "Yeah, yeah. God, you are annoying."

"Says mister dark and brooding. How do you ever land anyone with that attitude?"

"With magic."

"Oh, you do have a sense of humor." He tapped the counter, "So, Kageyama, how old are you?"

"I'm 25, you?"

"Same."

Kageyama chugged the last bit of his drink, "You look like you are 15, though."

"If that was supposed to be a diss, you need to try harder. I get that all the time from people who are just jealous of my youth."

"Isn't it annoying to get carded all the time?" Kageyama sneered.

"Well, yeah, that's annoying. But I can live with that. You'll be the one crying when you get forehead wrinkles in a few years."

Kageyama unconsciously touched his forehead, "I will not!"

"You will if you keep furrowing your eyebrows like that. It's a waste of your good face."

"Heh, so you think I have a good face?"

"That goes without saying. Don't let it get to your huge ego, though."

Kageyama pinched the bridge of his nose, right above his glasses, "You're infuriating."

"Oh, looks like you guys are getting along swell," commented the grating voice Kageyama grew to, partially, but only barely, tolerate.

Kageyama turned around to see a damn triumphant-looking Tsukishima with an arm around Yamaguchi's neck. The fact that he looked like a peacock who just won his mating dance deeply amused Kageyama; it was the farthest from bored he'd ever seen the guy look. "You guys are finally heading out? You didn't even need me here."

Tsukishima smirked, "Probably. But since I know what makes you go weak at the knees, I figured as my thanks, I'd introduce you to orange-head over there. See ya."

Yamaguchi waved at Hinata, "Bye Shou-chan. Thanks a lot." And with that, the lamp pole and the newborn fawn left the bar.

"Well, I guess our job here is done!" Hinata finished his mojito, "Are you hungry? Want to grab some Chinese food with me?"

Kageyama shrugged, "Sure. I am a bit hungry. And I guess I can tolerate you for a while longer."

Hinata smiled, "Perfect."

They head downstairs to the desolate Chinese restaurant. The busy hours were usually after the bar closed, which was around one, but it was barely even twelve right now. Hinata ordered a sweet-and-sour chicken with rice set, and Kageyama went with his usual fried rice and lo mein combination. It was a bit too quiet. Kageyama was actually starting to wonder why his talkative companion became so silent. But like usual, he didn't bother asking. After a few minutes they received their food and sat side-by-side at the window counter to start eating.

Hinata cleared his throat, "Good for them, right? I think Yamaguchi may like Tsukishima a bit too much, though. More than a one-night stand kind of thing."

"Oh…" Kageyama swallowed a spoonful of fried rice while thinking, "Well, even though Tsukishima is an ass most of the time, I think this time around it'll be okay. He looked really happy back there."

"That was happy?"

"Believe me, happier than I have ever seen him. So I don't think you have to worry too much."

Hinata chuckled, "That's great."

Now finished with his friend rice, Kageyama moved on to inhale his lo mein. "When did you and Yamaguchi become friends?" he managed in between bites.

"Hmm, well, he works at a hair salon near my work. We met a few years ago after I asked him to cut my hair like this. Since then I can't trust anyone but him with my hair."

"Huh. I wouldn't picture him as a hair stylist, but he must be good. That hair cut really suits you."

Hinata's cheeks reddened a bit, "Oh, is this the 'magic' you were talking about before? You're actually kind of charming when you aren't being a jerk."

Kageyama grinned, "Even while blushing you are still just as annoying. I'm barely even trying, you know."

"Really? And here I thought you were trying to swoon me." Hinata wipes his lips with a napkin and returns the empty containers back inside the plastic bag, "How did you meet Tsukishima? I can't figure out if you guys are actually friends yet."

"I think we are, maybe. We were roommates sophomore year of college and even though we hated each other's guts, we just kept rooming together. It's a shitty friendship but I think we've gotten used to each other. He'd help me out if I truly needed it, probably."

"You don't sound too sure."

"I'm not." Kageyama grabbed his trash and Hinata's, "Our relationship is fine the way it is now. Neither of us really cares to stress the details."

They stood up from the counter and threw out their trash, leaving the restaurant just as some people started to trickle in. It had gotten just a bit chillier outside, but not enough to urge another layer or anything like that. Hinata had grown quiet again, contemplating something inside that tiny head of his. Kageyama looked down at him as they walked, partially because the silence felt awkward and partially because Hinata's orange hair really piqued his interest. It looked really soft.

"Hey, is it true that I have something that might make you weak in the knees? Tsukishima said something like that."

Kageyama stuffed his hands in his jean pockets, "I mean, I guess. Minus all your talking, you are cute and tiny. Tsukishima knows I like cute and tiny things."

"I'm not tiny."

Kageyama raised an eyebrow, "You are half my size. I think I have the right to call you tiny."

Hinata crossed his arms, "Fine. But…"

"But, what?"

"I don't talk when I'm moaning" Hinata beamed, as if was stating his favorite ice-cream flavor.

Kageyama literally choked on his spit. That line was such a damn curveball he stopped walking and just stared at the mini sun in front of him, "Are you trying to seduce me?"

"I don't really know if this would count as seducing but yes, I am asking if you want to have sex with me."

"A bit abrupt, don't you think?"

"Well, this whole situation is out of the ordinary. I figured being as direct as possible would get through to you faster."

"That's true."

"So, yes or no?"

Kageyama looked down at Hinata again, tracing the contours of his face and then proceeding to trace the visible contours of his body. If he had to be honest with himself, he really wouldn't mind seeing Hinata's little, pale frame trembling under his. In that aspect, at least, Hinata was totally his type. "Yes."

"Good," Hinata grabbed Kageyama's hand and started walking, "I know a place."

They ended up walking into Hotel Elegance, a far from elegant, blindingly gaudy motel a few blocks away from the bar. After opting for the most normal room the hotel had available, neither of them particularly interested in cosplaying or bondage, they split the bill and rode the elevator to the 6th floor in search for the room. Again, it was silent. They were in the process of mental preparation. An odd thing, really, that there was a need to be in a certain mindset to have a one-night stand with someone. Kageyama's usual process was to somewhat disassociate; today's Kageyama doesn't necessarily have to be tomorrow's Kageyama. If both parties gave their consent and everything went smoothly, what happened tonight should not follow them into their daily lives. That would be the best-case scenario.

Kageyama was the first to take a shower, keeping it speedy but long enough to let the usual nerves die down with the steam. He folded his clothes, laid his glasses on top of the pile, and draped the hotel's black robe over his naked body; it was counterintuitive to put anything on if he was going to just take it off again. He sat at the edge of the bed—one of the most decent beds he had ever seen in a motel—while drying his hair and waiting for Hinata. After a while, Hinata came out of the shower with flushed cheeks and a robe that fit him a bit too oversized. He had lost some of his innocent brilliance, now replaced with a pleasant, but mature aura. He took paced steps towards Kageyama, letting the towel he was using to dry his hair fall to the floor, and slotted his knee in between Kageyama's legs. His movements were surprisingly fluid. They were calculated and sensual, practiced and routine—he obviously had a lot of experience.

He looked into Kageyama's eyes, which was almost comical, since even with Kageyama sitting down Hinata was barely taller than him. "Do you mind if I kiss you?"

Oh yeah, the whole 'don't kiss during a one-night stand rule'. Kageyama didn't really believe in that; if romantic feelings were going to sprout, it was going to happen whether or not the two people kissed. Also, he enjoyed kissing.

Kageyama shook his head and wrapped an arm around Hinata's waist. "Go ahead."

Hinata breached the distance with a cautious, but curious kiss; his lips were soft and teasing, barely putting enough pressure to satisfy Kageyama's growing desire for warmth. Kageyama placed a hand at the base of Hinata's neck to bring him closer, his index finger brushing the soft hair nearby. Hinata shivered and let himself relax into the kiss, eventually sliding his tongue to meet Kageyama's. The kiss slowly ramped up, an edge of urgency and tension with each flick of the tongue and nibble of the lips. Hinata was a damn good kisser. He knew exactly when to use force and when to back off, and his occasionally gasps were absolutely enticing. As they continued kissing, their hands started to wander. Kageyama undid the knot that held Hinata's robe up and snaked his hands to Hinata's ass, kneading and groping the exposed skin gently. Hinata ran his hand down Kageyama's sculpted chest and abs, and rested it on his bare erection. He used his index finger to tease the head, proceeding to slowly stoke the shaft. It was driving Kageyama up the wall.

Kageyama broke the kiss, swiftly pushed Hinata onto the bed, and paused for a moment to admire the rose-cheeked, panting man below him. Just like this, he was more than cute; he was actually quite beautiful. His pale frame was slim and much more muscular than Kageyama expected. Hinata hooked his legs around Kageyama's waist and pulled him closer, a coy smile on his face. Kageyama bent down to nip and suck on Hinata's ears, circling his tongue around the small, golden studs he was wearing. He slid his tongue along Hinata's jawline, neck, and collarbone, slowly, attentively, making sure to draw a few moans with each motion. Kageyama reached over to the counter for the complimentary lube and his condoms, setting them next to him on the bed. He uncapped the bottle and put a bit of lube on his fingers, spreading Hinata's legs a bit wider and pressing a finger into him. He entered with ease, which encouraged him to speed up the pace and increase the fingers to three. Hinata closed his eyes and bit his lips, his hands finding their way to his nipples to gently play with them. Kageyama wanted to observe him, since he thought partners pleasuring themselves was a huge turn-on, but he was positive he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. He slid his fingers out and reached for the condom, opening it and rolling it on. He could feel Hinata's eyes on him the whole time.

After slathering some lube on his dick, Kageyama lifted Hinata's hips higher, a strong grasp on his thigh, and steadily pushed himself inside till the hilt. He gave Hinata a few moments to adjust and then pulled back, slamming all the way in again. Hinata's head snapped back with a loud, strangled moan as he grabbed at the sheets and his legs quivered. Kageyama repeated the motion, mercilessly, and feasted on the muddled mess Hinata became. He relished the way Hinata would squeeze tightly around him, as if begging him to continue, and that only spurred his teasing. But even he had a limit; all this pausing was not going to get him over the edge, though by the looks of it, Hinata was pretty close. Kageyama made this thrusts a bit shallower for the sake of speed, and pounded away to the music of Hinata's sultry cries. Hinata climaxed only a few moments after Kageyama started his barrage of thrust, but surprisingly, the breathy way he said Kageyama's name and the pulsations of his climax drove Kageyama to his peak as well. It was powerful, and probably the fastest Kageyama's ever come. But instead of allotting even a second of his thoughts to the bruised ego that accompanies a quick climax, all he could think about was the next round. After all, this wasn't a long distant event—it was sprints.

They went at it a few more times, in varies positions and in varied speeds, until they were so exhausted sleep quickly overtook them. They didn't cuddle, because that certainly, most definitely, was one rule that should not be broken during a one-night stand. They just dropped on their perspective side of the bed and passed out.

By the time Kageyama opened his eyes it was already late afternoon the next day and Hinata was nowhere to be found. All that he left behind was a note thanking Kageyama for the fun night. He would be lying to himself if he acted like he wasn't a bit disappointed that Hinata hadn't left his number. The sex was breathtaking, probably the best he's ever had. He wouldn't have minded having him as a casual partner, even if his personality was a bit irritating a times. But, oh well. Even if Tsukishima ended up dating Yamaguchi—although it was slim, it was still a possibility, he wouldn't ask about Hinata. He had picked Tsukishima's bad habit of passively letting things play out. He didn't always implement this, unlike Tsukishima who seemed to use it as his life motto; it was just his attitude towards his love life. He had learned that chasing people like an idiot often left him feeling twice as empty when it turned out they didn't give two shits about him.

So he threw the note in the trashcan, took a shower, got dressed, and let it be.

A/N: Omg, smut in the first chapter! I hope you guys are enjoying my aged-up version of these babies! I've always wanted to do AU in which they are mature and a bit run down by life. This is just the prologue; the sweet, mature developments will be happening in the chapters to come. Please leave me some love and stay tuned.