Love is Not Extinct
Chapter 06: Out Clubbing
The whole club was vibrating with the beat of the music and after a few drinks Tsukishima felt like he could loosen up enough to enjoy it despite the crowds. Not that his demeanor showed it. He and Yamaguchi sat at a small table next to the railing, across from the large corner booth that the other members of their group who were not dancing were sitting.
Yamaguchi snickered as he looked down at the mob of people dancing on the floor below. "Well, Hinata is easy to spot. Everytime the song drops a heavy beat he starts jumping so high you can see him above the crowd."
"Tch." Tsukishima clicked his tongue as he took a sip of his drink, watching the orange-haired man bouncing through the crowd. Once he found him, it was easy to spot the other members of their group that were on the dance floor. Nishinoya especially, was already sloshed and shamelessly grinding against not only Azumane, but any living, breathing being who dared to come too close to him. "You would think he wouldn't want any more attention. With that stupid hair and that bright shirt he looks like a bloody traffic cone."
Yamaguchi snorted, nearly choking on his drink as he covered his mouth, laughing. "I know. I have never understood his thing for bright shirts." Tsukishima shook his head in baffled agreement with his friend's statement.
"Excuse me."
Both men looked up to see a man dressed in dark jeans and a fitted balck shirt that accentuated his sculpted muscles. His blonde hair was styled with an undercut and spiked on top. Each ear was pierced with a black stud and he wore a confident smirk on his lips.
Next to him stood a woman in a red dress with thin straps on the shoulders. The dress was fitted around her bodice and down to her waist before flaring out at the waist, coming to a few inches above her knees. She wore a pair of matching red heels that made her only an inch or two shorter than her male companion. Her light brown hair framed her face and her big eyes sparkled with the reflection of the dancing club lights.
"My friend and I were hoping the two of you would be up for some dancing," the man continued as he eyed Yamaguchi with hungry eyes. Tsukishima could see the white band around his wrist and glanced over to see the woman was wearing a blue one.
Looking back at Yamaguchi, Tsukishima raised an eyebrow with an unspoken question. His expression made it clear to Yamaguchi that it was his call and Tsukishima would dance with the girl if his friend was interested in this guy.
Yamaguchi looked back up at the man once more, weighing his decision in his mind. He wasn't looking to start anything, he had never been able to commit to a guy. But this guy was honestly gorgeous and it might be nice to get out on the dance floor. Plus, he was flattered by the look in the man's eyes. Out of all the people in this club, this attractive man had sought him out. Yamaguchi wasn't used to that.
"Yeah," Yamaguchi replied, taking one last sip of his drink as he stood up. "That sounds fun."
The man grinned, pleased. Holding out his hand to gesture that Yamaguchi should lead the way. Tuskishima stood, putting his hand on the woman's back as they made their way to the dance floor. Yamaguchi followed, his new dance partner closely behind him, large firm hands ghosting along his waist.
As they reached the dance floor and began to move through the crowd Yamagushi felt the man press up against him from behind. "Let me know if I make you uncomfortable." His warm breath tickled Yamaguchi's neck and ear, and sent a shiver down his spine. "I tend to be a very physical person and you are just so beautiful. I don't know how much i'll be able to resist."
Yamagushi's cheeks flushed as he felt the man's hands grip more firmly on his hips and start to sway to the music against him. Glancing over, he saw Tsukishima and the girl dancing not far from them. They weren't dancing as close as his partner was to him, but Tsuishima had his hands on her hips, and from the way the woman moved, Yamaguchi could tell she wouldn't mind more contact with the tall blonde. And with that thought, Yamaguchi looked away, determined not to ruin his night over a woman dancing with his friend.
And it wasn't hard to be distracted with the sexy, well-built man pressed so close against him. Yamaguchi could feel every move he made.
"My name is Terushima Yuji." His hot breath danced along Yamaguchi's skin, tickling his neck and ear. "But you can just call me Yuji, babe." He adjusted his hands, sliding them forward to rest more on the front of Yamaguchi's hips and gently pressed him back, pushing their bodies closer together.
Yamaguchi sucked in a breath at the sensation. The pair was nearly matched in height, Yamaguchi being just barely taller than his companion, allowing their hips to line up perfectly.
"Yamaguchi Ta-tada-shi." Yamaguchi stuttered his own name out as Terushima began to grind and roll his hips against Yamaguchi shamelessly.
Terushima hummed in approval, his lips against Yamaguchi's neck as he slid one hand from his hip down slowly onto the front of his thigh, firmly gripping the well defined muscles of the coach's leg. Yamaguchi felt himself instinctively pressing back against his dance partner as the man's warm lips trailed slowly up his neck, whispering his name slow and sultry, saying each syllable with a deliberate sensual tone. "Ta. Da. Shi."
The brunette's head began to spin as he was lost in the sensations that this man riled up in him. It had been a very long time since Yamaguchi had been close like this with anyone. Terushima seemed to know exactly how to move, just how to touch him, and just the right words to whisper to make Yamaguchi forgot about anything else in the world but that moment.
So, though it was out of character for him, after dancing to only a few songs, Yamaguchi found himself being willing to be dragged away from the center of the crowd and back into a more secluded corner under the stairs that led to the second level balcony.
Terushima pushed Yamaguchi up against the wall with controlled force as he pressed their lips together, not waiting any time to run his tongue across the brunette's lips, and forced his way into Yamaguchi's mouth greedily.
Yamaguchi didn't resist.
In fact, he gladly accepted it, opening his mouth with a soft moan, rolling his own tongue around the other man's and tasting the faint remnants of alcohol. Terushima slid his hand into the brunette's hair, pressing more firmly against him which caused Yamaguchi to adjust his stance, allowing the other man's thigh to slide between his legs and their hips to press firmly against each other.
Terushima smirked into the kiss before pulling back, his lips peppering painfully slow kisses along Yamaguchi's jaw until he reached the coach's ear lobe and nipped at it playfully. "Clearly someone is very satisfied with my skills. Humm Tadashi?"
Yamaguchi blushed and opened his mouth to protest Terushima's bold statement when the man rolled his hips firmly against Yamaguchi and all he could let out was a moan. His vision went fuzzy for a moment at the sensation that shot through him at the contact.
His companion took his response as approval and began to grind against Yamaguchi, thrusting his hips against the Brunette. One of Terushima's hands slid down firmly cupping Yamaguchi's behind while his other hand boldly slid under the fabric of Yamaguchi's off-white tee-shirt, his warm strong hands caressing the soft freckled skin beneath him.
"Mmm.." the blonde monad as his mouth and tongue explored the skin of Yamaguchi's neck. "You are way more built than you look at first glance 'ashi." he moaned, continuing his grinding and exploration of Yamaguchi's body.
"I…" Yamaguchi's voice came out breathy and he tried to will his words to come out, his arms wrapped tighter around the blonde's neck subconsciously keeping him close to ensure he would continue his ministrations. "I am pretty active." he huffed heavily as he felt a thumb brush across a sensitive nipple. "I play and coach volleyball."
"Mmm...I see." Terushima chuckled letting his hand wander away from the coaches behind and down the outside of his leg until he got to Yamaguchi's knee. Then the man moved his hand over to the opposite leg, slowly trailing up the inside of his thigh. "That explains these fabulous thighs."
Terushima didn't stop until he firmly cupped his hand between Yamaguchi's legs, smirking as the brunett moaned and instinctively thrust against his palm. "Oh gosh…" Yamaguchi's breathless voice assaulted Terushima's ears as the man's arms tightened around his neck.
The coach's mouth moved up and his warm tongue circled around Terushima's earlobe before taking it into his mouth, the same tongue dancing and playing with his piercing, causing Terushima's eyes to roll back as he closed them with a moan so deep it rumbled in his chest.
"Mmm...gah...you feel so good Ta-da-shi." he spoke slowly drawing out each syllable of Yamagushi's name once again. "You've nearly pushed me to the edge, please don't stop."
"Mm-me too." Yamaguchi mumbled against the blonde's earlobe. Terushima smirked at the response that urged him to speed up the pace of his hand. It didn't take long before Yamagichi was moaning with pure pleasure in Terushima's ear and the lew sounds were enough to send the blonde right over the edge with him.
Heavy breaths mingled as their foreheads pressed together and the pair let the haze slowly lift from their post orgasim brains.
"Let's find a table, and I'll buy you a drink," Terushima breathed in Yamaguchi's ear. The brunette smiled, slightly amused. Usually that would have been the thing to do before things had escalated to this level. But for now he really didn't mind. It had been way too long, and though he was sure he would regret it in the morning, for tonight, he was pleased with the turn of events.
Nishinoya was wasted.
Well, of course, he was wasted! It was a Saturday night, he was on the dance floor with these sexy men he called his friends, and the more he drank the more of an excuse he had to get overly friendly with a certain tall, brunette, god of an Ace that was currently behind him. He was going to be hungover all day tomorrow and he wouldn't regret a single second of it. Especially since the same gorgeous man would likely come and take care of him.
Coming here had been the best idea ever.
Nishinoya danced with his back pressed up against Azumane's chest. His arms reached up behind him to encircle the taller man's neck and his fingers found themselves entangled in Azumane's luscious locks. Azumane followed the sway of Nishinoya's beat with a shy hesitation, though Nishinoya knew he was enjoying himself.
"Better keep a hold on him and save him from himself!" Kinoshita laughed as he and Narita returned, both with a drink in one hand and a girl at their side. Azumane looked over at their two teammates before looking down at the libero who was happily grinding against him.
"No kidding," Narita laughed, taking a sip of his drink. "Last time we came out and he got this drunk, Noya got himself thrown out of the club for climbing over the counter to dry hump the bartender." Both boys laughed at the memory. Azumane smiled faintly, but his hand instinctively tightened a bit on Nishinoya's hips as if he was worried he would wander off to find another partner.
Nishinoya was thankful he wasn't too drunk to notice that.
"Hey, is that Yamaguchi?" Hinata asked as he came bouncing next to them. He gestured behind Nishinoya and Azumane with a finger, causing both of them to look back. "Who is that he's with? It doesn't look like Tsukki."
It took a moment for Nishinoya's clouded brain to spot their freckled friend being led by the hand, up the stairs to the balcony, by an unfamiliar man. Nishinoya's eyes widened and he suddenly spun around, climbing Azumane to get onto his back, while the taller man stumbled, trying not to fall over. Once steady, Nishinoya rested his chin on top of Azumane's head, now easily able to see over the crowd.
"No that's definitely not Tsukishima," Nishinoya confirmed with a grin. They watched as the pair found a table and the stranger ordered drinks for the both of them. The man seemed more than eager to lean in close, and Yamaguchi didn't pull away. Nishinoya laughed in delight as he waved his fist in the air, causing Azumane to have to fight not to stumble as his friend hollered towards Yamaguchi at the top of his lungs. "Whoo! Yeah! Go Yamaguchi!"
They all watched as Yamaguchi and his companion looked down at the crowd, spotting them before turning back, with Yamaguchi covering his face, clearly embarrassed.
Nishinoya had opened his mouth to call out again but found his voice muffled as a large hand covered his face, pushing him back and causing him to fall into Hinata, sending them both tumbling to the floor.
"Stop bothering him," Tsukishima said, pulling his hand back before turning back around and disappearing back into the crowd from where he came without another word. Azumane, Kinoshita and Narita's faces appeared over their fallen teammate. Azumane looked concerned.
"Are you okay?"
Kinoshia and Narita just grinned as they spoke in unison. "You just got blocked!" they cheered, and the whole group couldn't help but laugh.