Iwaizumi cupped Oikawa's cheeks in his hands and leaned in. "Iwa-chan, stop teasing me. You're a mean drunk," Oikawa said in a small voice. Iwaizumi's breath smelled of the alcohol he'd accidentally ingested. This was so not how he'd imagined their first kiss would be like. "Iwa-chan, I'm serious," he planted his palms in his friend's chest pushing him back. He wanted to kiss Iwaizumi, had wanted to for ages, he was tempted to lean in himself but… he didn't want Iwaizumi to kiss him drunk, it didn't feel right.
"Shut up, Shittykawa. I'm not drunk!" He blurted out.
Oikawa sighed and rolled his eyes. "Of course not, Iwa-chan. That was just some bad juice you drank." Honestly, Iwaizumi Hajime in this particular position was exactly what he wanted. He pushed him back again. "Iwa-chan, go to sleep!"
Somehow, by some sort of miracle, he'd convinced the cheerful drunk Iwaizumi to crash at his house for the night (he absolutely would murder him if he let his parents see him like that) and it was all going well. Too well. Iwaizumi was being too well-behaved, too… compliant.
"You're such a meanie, Tooru. You know I'm serious too, you know. I really want to kiss you right now!"
"Iwa-chan, yo- you can't," he stuttered, swallowing dry as he stared at Iwaizumi's lips. "You don't want to kiss me," he said softly. "Not really," his gaze dropped.
"But I do! I really do!" Iwaizumi rubbed Oikawa's cheek with his thumb. He pressed down, Oikawa pushing him back.
"Iwa-chan," Oikawa's strength faltered and he squeezed his eyes shut.
Iwaizumi's lips only brushed his softly at first. "Tooru," he whispered. "Look at me, Tooru," he pleaded. The brunet looked at the drunk boy with half-lidded eyes. "I really, really want to kiss you right now," he said. Oikawa knew he should say no, knew he should push him away. It was wrong, it was.
Oikawa nodded. It was wrong but it felt so right. Just how much harm could one kiss cause?
He managed to catch Iwaizumi's smile just before he closed his eyes. Iwaizumi's lips were chapped and his mouth was hot and tasted funny. Iwaizumi's tongue ran over Oikawa's lips, parting them slowly and the brunet, wrapped his arms around Iwaizumi's waist, following his rhythm, wrapping his tongue around Iwaizumi's.
When they parted, Oikawa hesitantly opened his eyes and he found Iwaizumi frowning at him. "Tooru was it that bad?"
"What?"
"You're crying," Oikawa's eyes widened and he brought his fingers to his cheek. "Didn't you like it?"
"I did Iwa-chan, of course I did," he mumbled, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. "There was something in my eye. Let's go to sleep now."
Iwaizumi nodded and rose to his feet, motioning to the small mattress on the floor. "Good night," he said. Sleep came almost immediately.
"Good night," Oikawa murmured back, closing his eyes and praying with all his might for sleep to come for him too. Though it never really did.
…
When his alarm clock rang, his arm reached outside the warmth of bed to turn it off, just like he did every single morning. He threw the covers off his body and dumped his shirt on the ground, heading for the bathroom, ignoring the goosebumps on his arms or the cold he felt as his bare feet touched the floor.
When he left, Iwaizumi was leaning on the doorframe of his bedroom with tousled hair and half-lidded eyes. "Hey," he groaned.
"Good morning, Iwa-chan," he said with a meek smile. "You look like crap."
"Thanks. What the hell happened last night?"
The smile faded from Oikawa's lips. "You don't remember," he said, his voice flat. His mouth twitched as he tried to form a smile or a smirk or something. He swallowed, pushing down the lump forming in his throat. "Well, you were pretty drunk," he managed to say more like himself.
Iwaizumi's eyes widened. "Crap," he muttered to himself, closing his eyes briefly as he ran his fingers through his hair.
"I figured you wouldn't want to go home like that," he said, dropping his gaze as he walked past Iwaizumi to his closet. "So I brought you home with me."
"Yeah…. thanks," he murmured.
"So…. What do you remember?"
Iwaizumi hesitated. "Well, not much. I remember going to my cousin's house and poker and you laughing your ass off with my cousin's friends and you were kind of hitting on his girlfriend too," he laughed dryly. "Not much more though. Just blurs."
"I see," he said and began to put on his school uniform as if nothing had happened, because in Iwaizumi's mind it really hadn't. So what was the point of standing around and doing nothing? It was just an ordinary day. Nothing had changed.
…
That warm feeling of Iwaizumi's hands on his cheeks and the taste of his mouth lingered, kept him awake along with the dread of morning that crept closer with each minute.
His thoughts were plagued by countless scenarios of what it would be like once Iwaizumi woke and saw him. Would he regret it? Would he be disgusted, or had he liked it? Could… Could it be possible that he wanted to repeat it?
A lump formed in his throat when he remembered the image of Iwaizumi finally looking at him… with indifference. Still half-asleep, hair sticking out everywhere, clothes wrinkled from sleep… Oikawa sometimes, on certain nights when he was feeling exceptionally down, he let himself imagine waking up next to Iwaizumi. He imagined he'd probably look like that. But in Oikawa's fantasies Iwaizumi smiled and said something other than laughing your ass off with my cousin's friends just after he woke up. Oikawa smiled grimly to himself. It's funny. Quite funny, really. Hilarious, even. Iwaizumi remembered how much Oikawa annoyed him but not how he begged to kiss him, to feel his tongue around Oikawa's.
"Oikawa-kun!" He snapped awake, his eyes widening and darting back and forth. "Oikawa-kun, you are a third year now and I expected you to pay attention in class. You have to think about your grades, you have to think about college!"
"Can I go to the infirmary? I'm not feeling very well," his voice didn't sound like his, the ever cheerful Oikawa Tooru, always ready to be helpful and smile, who always knows what to say.
The teacher pressed his lips into a thin line, shooting him a disapproving look. "Yes, alright," he eventually said. Was that supposed to make him feel bad, he wondered.
Oikawa left without a noise with downcast eyes and just as he stepped out of the classroom, he heard a chair being dragged back and an all too familiar voice. "I'll go with him," Iwaizumi said.
Oikawa couldn't catch the teacher's response but he didn't wait for it. He quickened his pace and as he turned for the stairs he raced down, jumping over the last two steps. Instead of turning right for the infirmary, he turned left and headed for the staircase that led to the floor below.
A hand grabbed his wrist before he even descended the first step. The warmth against his skin felt wonderful, like he was outside in a blizzard and the sun came out. "Oikawa, wait!" He didn't turn around to face Iwaizumi's eyes, he couldn't. He could hear the worry in his voice and picture the wrinkle between his brows. "Oikawa?"
"I'm fine, Iwa-chan. I just need to get a little fresh air," he mumbled. "I'm fine, so you can get back to class."
"Are you sure? I can stay with you if you want," he suggested. Stay, he wanted to say. Kiss me again.
"Go. I'm fine."
To be completely honest I'm still not sure how the next chapter is going to be like so feel free to send in suggestions. Or don't say anything and be one fo those assholes.