Things get serious. Fluff consumes all, but wait, there's more~~? Feelings are confusing, how does one manage them? Iwaizumi certainly doesn't know. Save him. These boys are a mess.
Tooru's curly brunette hair bounced as he walked to the rink he's becoming a regular at for no other reason than a surly hockey player. He hummed a little tune to himself as the sounds of sticks slapping pucks echoed through the rink. A fond smile dripped onto his face at a deep, commanding voice announced the change in tasks. His caramel eyes softening while gazing at the strong back of the captain, his chest fluttering like he was a teenager again. Oh, this man will be the undoing of Tooru if he's not careful (who is he kidding, Hajime will be his demise regardless of him being careful). Slinking up to the wall, he bent down to perch his elbows on it, propping his head on his hand. The brunette's bag threatened to slip off his shoulder, but he hardly cares now that he's being mesmerized by Iwa-chan leading Aoba Johsai's practice.
" Hey, Zumi, your boyfriend's here making googly eyes at you again." Makki spoke up with a chuckle, wiggling his eyebrows at the captain suggestively. Iwa's brows knitted together as he spun around to confirm that, yes, indeed Oikawa was there. In a surge of cheekiness, Oikawa waved at Iwa-chan, giving him a sly smile as he winked.
" Yahoo, Iwa-chan~," He cooed, surprised and thrilled at seeing pink dust the hockey player's cheeks and ears- which only worsened at him blowing a kiss. Iwaizumi mumbled something under his breath that Tooru couldn't make out, waving off his teammates. The other hockey players cooed and jeered as Iwa made his way over to the figure skater, a couple chanting that they kiss. It took a lot in Tooru to bite back a laugh, amused at seeing Iwa-chan all embarrassed.
" What do you want, Trashykawa?" The beautifully tanned man asked once he reached Tooru, putting his hands on his hips as he did so. Humming in faux thought, the pretty boy flashed Iwa a mischievous grin, tilting his head to the side as he pretty much purred.
" You." He boldly declared, Iwaizumi's eyes widening as his face flushed a deeper red. " I'm still holding out for that date, you know." Tooru pulled a pout that wasn't as effective with how he was having trouble suppressing his smile. What Iwa said next stole all of Tooru's breath and caused his heart to stutter while his mind blanked out.
" Oh man…. I'm gonna so regret this later, but, yeah, okay. Fine. I'll...just, one, okay…" The other man's voice was so soft that Tooru nearly missed it. Nearly. With wide eyes, he stared dumbly at Iwa as he nervously scratched at his nose, trying to down play how red his face was.
" Yes…? Whoa, wait, y-you'll go on a date … with me?! A date?! Seriously?!" The brunette's voice steadily got louder with each word, a slow smile spreading across his face while Iwaizumi groaned, running a hand through his hair.
" Fuck… I regret this already, never mind. I take it back. The answer is no again." Iwa tried, it lost on Tooru who was positively beaming , his hands shaking as he gripped the short wall. His cheeks hurt with how wide he was smiling, but at this point he didn't care when he just scored a chance with the nicest, hottest guy he's ever seen. Giggling, Oikawa threw his hands up, grabbing Iwaizumi and pulling him into a crushing hug. Iwa sputtered, stumbling with the lack of friction his skates gave him as he was pressed into the wall.
" Yes, yes, yes, oh my gosh you won't regret this, ahh Iwa-chan ~!" Tooru breathed, having a hard time believing that he finally got Iwa to say yes to him. He knew the other players had to be watching the scene unfold, but he felt like he was walking on the surface of the moon. You'd have thought Iwaizumi had just told him he bought him a planet with how much he was laughing and smiling. Pulling away, Oikawa kicked his head back and let out a pleased whoop, it echoing around the rink. Laughing, Oikawa moved to climb on the bleachers behind him, throwing his arms up as he hollered out a ' yesss '. The team of Aoba Johsai burst out laughing at the sight of the overly excited figure skater and their highly flustered captain who hissed at the skater to knock it off, yet a small smile twitched at his lips. Shaking his head, Iwaizumi turned back to his team, failing to keep his fond smile away, his cheeks still red.
" What a dork." He mumbled under his breath as Oikawa collapsed on a bleacher in a mess of giggles and dreamy sighs. A frown slipped onto his face at seeing his teammate's knowing, sly grins, nothing good ever coming from them looking like that.
" So, cap," Mattsun started, giving Hajime a positively predatory look that he might have been an attempt to look innocent, but failed spectacularly.
" Finally get the balls to ask your boyfriend out?" Kuroo added, his feral smirk making Hajime more than a little uncomfortable before his anger flared up. The taller men all paled slightly at the scowl they received, watching those hazel eyes flash with anger. His voice was positively deadly when he spoke.
" Keep it up and see what happens to your balls. Now get back to practice if you know what's good for you." Hajime was answered with a chorus of 'yes, sir's as they all promptly scattered, wanting to be as far away from their captain as they could get for their own safety. Once he was alone again, he huffed out a breath while dragging his hand down his face, already stressed out for a date that hasn't happened yet.
Tooru was a mess. Which is something that doesn't happen often. He's always a shining model of perfection. Tonight, however, he was faced with a date with the hottest man on the face of the Earth, just this one chance to sweep him off his feet. Tooru has no room for fucking up. Either he woos Hajime and gets to have the hunky hockey player all to himself, or he ends up looking like the biggest idiot ever and won't ever be able to redeem himself. He's at the stage of doubting everything he's planned; buck naked in front of his full length mirror with his closet looking like it exploded across his room, his hands quickly making his hair resemble a bird's nest.
He's spent a good two hours just trying to figure out what outfit would look the best, what style he was going for, what seemed too desperate, what seemed like he didn't care enough. Sure, Tooru's positive Hajime won't take much stock in what he's trying to say with his outfit, but the strong man will still have an opinion if he thinks Tooru looks hot or not. Sighing- which came out as a strange almost whine- Tooru looked over his lithe body, running his slender hands down his sides and thighs to caress his muscles thoughtfully. His mind drifted to what Hajime might do to his body if he saw him like this… Maybe he'd be the type to run his hands all over it, feel the dips and rise of each muscle with those warm, callused hands, blunt nails digging in occasionally to drive him up the wall. Or maybe he's more of a mouth man, wanting to run those unfairly pink, full lips- maybe even bruised thanks to a rough kiss- over every inch, warm slick tongue circling possessive bruises. His stupidly perfect teeth teasingly scraping skin as he trails open mouth kisses down to prominent hips, nipping playfully as a gorgeous deep laugh sending a warm puff of air of the sensitive skin at hearing a breathy gasp of a reward- Catching himself in his lewd daydreams, the brunette felt-and saw- his face he up, pulling his hands quickly away from his body to end that wild train of thought. Staring back at his flustered reflection, Tooru wanted to smack himself for how blown his pupils had gotten, desire clearly reflected back at him. Pathetic. Man, he really needs to get laid soon or he just might explode. It's hard to not feel a little self conscious about your body when your date is practically a Greek Adonis, sculpted from the finest marble. Blowing a rouge hair from his face, the skater glanced back at the pile of clothes on his bed, thanking his forethought to start getting ready for his date much earlier than a normal person would. Turning to face the mountain of clothes, he took a deep breath to ready himself before diving back in.
After another 20 minutes, Tooru finally settled on a pair of salmon colored skinny jeans that hugged him in all the right places- and especially makes his ass look delectable- with a plain black skin tight t-shirt, and a cream colored cardigan that he left open. To top it off he put on a light brown scarf that complimented his hair and made his eyes look a richer brown. Speaking of hair… he needs to tame the unruly mess on top of his head, marching off to the bathroom with a brief glance at his ass on the way out- yup, it looks flawless.
Finally , after a grand total of nearly four hours preparing for their date, Oikawa winked at his reflection in the mirror, approving of his perfectly styled hair. Tooru will be pissed if all his hard work goes to waste on this date, mostly at himself since he's most likely to be the reason why it got fucked up. Now, all there's to do is fret that Iwa might not like their plans- he didn't tell him since he wanted it to be a surprise- maybe he had gone too cheesy? What if Iwa was gonna hate this and refuse any other dates? What if- whoa ! Okay, pull yourself together Tooru, this is just Iwa-chan, he's a simple guy, he'll enjoy whatever you do so long as he likes you back. No point in worrying over the details, if it's meant to be, it'll happen. If not, Iwa will sure be a good friend and not let their failed attempt get in the way of their friendship. Glancing at the clock, Tooru figures he could leave now, he'll be early, but that's better than late. He'll have a melt down if he stays here any longer surrounded by his self doubts. Knowing himself, he'll probably get the urge to change outfits last minute or redo his hair and get carried away or want some makeup on- a list of things could go wrong, so it's best he have no choice but be okay with how he is now.
Little did he know, Iwaizumi was having troubles of his own- but for a completely different reason. Hajime hadn't worried over his clothes too much, having planned on wearing a simple hoodie with some worn jeans that he (at least thinks ) had washed. It's not like he's being graded on his fashion sense- which is admittedly, lackluster, Hajime just never understood fashion- it's a date . With Oikawa no less. He's positive he doesn't need to do anything to impress him, the guy had thrown himself all over him without him wearing anything impressive. His hair wasn't- and has never been- a problem. With a quick combing through with his fingers to rid of any tangles, it looked the same as ever, if a little bit neater.
Glancing at his clock told Hajime that he had way more time on his hands than he first guessed. Maybe… he was a little bit, nervous, for this date, more so than he'd freely admit. He's going to be doing who knows what with the prettiest, most charismatic and funny person he'd ever met. Sure, he knows Oikawa is far from perfect, based on what their late night, deep conversations hinted at, but still. That annoying ass figure skater was by far the most attractive, gorgeous, beautiful, stunning person he's laid eyes on. There's also the fact said skater might finally see how massive of a crush Hajime has on him, his heart already hammering in his chest. He just knows that he'll fuck something up on this date, but he's hoping that it won't turn Tooru off to know that Hajime is no Casanova. In fact, he can't even remember the last date he went on, he has no idea how to handle himself. He especially has no idea how to handle himself around someone as attractive as Tooru . He's doomed to be a bumbling, shy idiot, but that's who he is, take it or leave it.
There were a lot of things he never took into account, one thing specifically being three of his stupid teammates waltzing right into his bedroom . Startling, Hajime stared at them with wide searching eyes, confused to all hell as to how they got in here. He didn't give anyone a key!
" Oh man, good thing you have lock picking skills Kuroo, I'm afraid he's a worse case than I had feared." Makki dramatically gasped, clutching at his chest like he had been wounded as he looked at Hajime's attire. Hajime was still trying to process the fact that his teammates had broken in his house solely to criticise him to say anything.
" Seriously Zumi, you're going on a date looking like that …? I knew you didn't have great taste, but I thought surely you'd know that this ," Mattsun gestured to his clothes with flare, a disgusted look upon his face. " is not okay for a first date. It's at least a sixth, seventh date thing to be frumpy. I had faith in you and you just crushed it all." Said stocky man dragged his hand down his face with a groan of frustration, wondering what he did in a past life to deserve this torment.
" I swear, if you three don't get out of my house, I won't hesitate to call the cops for breaking and entering and harassment." Hajime hissed with no real intent since he wouldn't want his team to get a bad wrap just because these idiots don't know when to not cross the line.
" Yes yes, but right now there's a crime going on in front of us, a fashion crime. It truly is an emergency, it's lucky we got here in time." Hanamaki proclaimed as him and Mattsun delved into the depths of Hajime's closet, yanking clothes out and having mumbled conversations about different articles of clothing. Kuroo perched himself on Iwaizumi's bed, all smiles, probably here for a third opinion rather than actually picking out an outfit. Letting his head thump to his full length mirror, Hajime let out a strangled sound of a man dying- or was that his soul shriveling away to nothing...? Hard to tell- there was no point in fighting them. Once they were set on something, only hell or high water would stop them until they've accomplished it.
15 minutes and 5 pairs of pants and 20 tops later, the disgruntled-abet handsome- man slipped on the trios favorite pair of worn, ripped jeans paired with a studded belt he forgot he owned to their pleased noises of delight. Mattsun seemed to have the rest of his outfit in his hands, but the three were all ogling his ass in appreciation. Curious, he twisted his body so he could glance at his ass in the mirror, impressed. Wow, has his ass always looked so, perky and round..? He's never thought of himself as possessing a great ass, but damn, you could bounce a quarter off that bad boy! His legs were being hugged nicely as well, built thighs and calves on display. With a chorus of approving grunts, he was handed the top he'd wear, it being one of his favorite Godzilla hoodies that had no sleeves. ' Don't Mess With Zilla' was printed across his pecs and abs with Godzilla in the middle, said muscle definition surprisingly well hinted through the thin fabric. Hajime had to admit, he looked much better in this than he did in his comfy casual wear. This outfit only being slightly less casual, but almost looking like maybe it had more effort put into it.
" Damn Zumi, if I wasn't so into Kenma, I'd so hit that." Kuroo purred , eying Hajime up and down with predatory eyes, the remaining duo humming in agreement. When the messy bedhead met Iwa's eye, the latter couldn't help the blush that crawled up his neck to his ears. He's never been complimented in such a straightforward, blunt, vaguely perverted way. He's almost concerned that having his ego stroked so much might not be good.
" E-Excuse me…?!" Iwa squeaked, squeaked , his voice tight with embarrassment, pitching higher than he's heard it go in a while. The flustered hockey player's eyes were wide with surprise, the addressed not seeming to even take notice to his captain's mild meltdown. His lazy, sharp cat like eyes gleamed as he gave a lazy smile.
" I mean, I think of you like family pretty much. You're like my parent now, so I couldn't bring myself to lay you, but damn can I appreciate a fine piece of work like yourself. I approve of Pretty Boy's tastes, he sure knows how to pick his men." Before he could even react to the lazily drawled half flirting from one of his teammates, Hajime found two pairs of hands on him again. Soon he was now donning a couple of necklaces- he once again didn't recall owning- and a nice leather jacket that he got as a gift years ago. Looking over into the mirror, he had to admit, he looked fucking hot as hell.
" There! You don't wanna look too casual," Makki chimed in, brushing imaginary dust off his shoulders while flashing him a smug smirk in the reflection of the mirror.
" And you don't want to seem desperate. You're going for just the right amount of cool, ' I want to be on this date and dressed up, but I'm holding out for some more in the future so enjoy this little taste test preview'." Mattsun finished up for him like usual, honestly, it's disturbing how easily they do that. Must be why they can also have silent 'eye contact' conversations. The tanned man's brows furrowed as he looked at his outfit, perplexed by the 'message' it was apparently sending. He just thought he looked good. He has a simple way of looking at things unlike his teammates. Though he still can't see anything wrong with what he was wearing earlier.
" My… clothes are saying all that…?" He deadpanned, subconsciously fiddling with the coat.
" Yes. You're lucky you have us who speak 'clothes' for you, because I'm positive Oikawa speaks it and expects you too. He's been sending flirty ' please notice how hard I'm trying to impress you and charm you, I want you more than I want to breathe ' messages at you since the first time he came back." Makki stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, Iwaizumi struggling between being flustered or fucking confused. Again, he just thought Oikawa looked hot, he didn't read into the 'message' of his hotness. Nor did he assume Oikawa was dressing up for him, he thought the brunette just liked looking good (which is pretty much an effortless task for him, in Iwaizumi's opinion).
" Fashion is fucking wild…" Iwaizumi mumbled mostly to himself, looking over himself in the mirror again before he was quickly ushered out of his bedroom and to his front door, keys shoved into his hands.
" Now, you go have fun Cap'n, but not too much fun."
" Don't forget to use a condom!"
" Be back home before 11 or we'll throw a party for the loss of your virginity~,"
" And you have to tell us all the dirty details when you come back."
" And for the sake of all that is good and holy, fucking kiss the poor guy ! At this rate he's got a better chance of being abducted by his aliens than getting a kiss outta you!"
They all cooed at him as they tried ushering him out of his own apartment before he grabbed them and threw them out himself with a huff. Locking his door with an annoyed noise, he glared at the three idiots before burying his hands deep into his pockets as he headed out, his nerves still frayed over this date. He even missed Makki laughing as he texted Oikawa ' You so need to thank me for saving you from going out with a horribly dressed idiot. If you thought he was good looking before, just wait until you see him now~ play safe you two crazy kids ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)'
Tooru was bouncing slightly on his feet, jittery with a combination of excitement from getting a date with Hajime and fear that he might've messed everything up. This is honestly ridiculous. He's never been this nervous to go out with someone before, no one has made him get violent butterflies in his stomach. Hanamaki's vague, suspicious text didn't help anything. What could he have done to make Iwaizumi any more good looking than he already is?
Oikawa got his answer to that as soon as Iwaizumi parked in front of him- they weren't at their date location because he really wanted to surprise Iwa if at all possible- and the shorter man stepped out. The auburn haired man's jaw just about hit the floor as his blood pressure rocketed off into space before the heat pooled on his face and... other areas. Those well muscled thighs of his were embraced beautifully by his distressed jeans, looking ready to burst with every ripple of those sinful muscles-and fuck does he wish they would, Tooru's never wanted to fuck a pair of jeans but there's a first time for everything. His shirt did nothing to alleviate the primal desire flooding the skater's veins, caressing his built figure and oh so suggestively hinting to the sculpted body beneath the painfully thin fabric. Oh no, he's really fucking hot . The sight of the other man almost makes Tooru and to cancel the date and whole 'get to know him first' plan and just bend him over the nearest horizontal surface. But damn if he isn't stubborn and too well mannered to do something like that despite every fiber and molecule in his body screaming in protest of not having his hands all over Iwaizumi. Oikawa caught his fingers twitching, quickly pressing them against his thigh to hide their movement. Dragging his eyes away from the exposed bit of sharp, tanned collarbone that was showing, he met his date's nervous, yet fiery emerald eyes.
Wait, fuck, he had stared way too long, hadn't he…? More than a decent person would've anyways. It relieved him slightly to see that Iwa-chan had also been staring at him, the two having just stopped and awkwardly stared without saying a word. His lewd thoughts seem to be reflected in his eyes because Hajime seemed startled before his ears burnt red. No doubt his pupils were blown wide with lust and longing, the hockey player breaking eye contact first while sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.
" You, uh, you look really good." Iwa-chan quietly mumbled, looking flustered from just having admitted it out loud, never one to give out those kind of compliments despite how straightforward he is. Tooru will deny the surge of confidence that gave him, leaving him feeling completely flattered that Iwaizumi actually thought he looked good. Well, that's one worry off the table. Plus it's endlessly adorable how the tough hockey player refused to meet his eyes while saying it, only to peek a glance at him before quickly looking away out of shyness. Oh, this man is too much for him. It's highly unfair that one man can look that good and be so sexy then turn around and be so cute and coy. Oikawa sent him a lopsided smile, fondness threatening to drown him.
" You don't look too bad there yourself~." He drawled back, making a point of raking his eyes down his date's person, taking in the redness blooming down Hajime's neck before winking. Moving closer, the brunette wrapped an arm around those wide shoulders, pulling the shorted man to his side. " How about we get going to start our date?" The space loving skater hummed, grinning down at Iwa who returned it with a suspicious glare.
" You never said where you were taking me, and then you have us meet away from wherever it is? Seems shady." That earned him a scoff from Oikawa who only slipped behind Iwaizumi, sneakily brushing his hands along the well muscles captain's neck and cheeks as he covered his eyes.
" It's not shady! It's romantic! I thought you would be able to figure that out. But I'm going to cover your eyes so there's no peeking! I worked hard to make this a surprise you know!" Iwaizumi stiffened a bit at the touch, his skin feeling hot under long, slender fingers of a former setter.
" Now it feels really shady." The raven haired man ignored the ' rude Iwa-chan!' he got, Iwaizumi focused instead on the beautiful hands obscuring his vision as he was blindly lead down the street. " Man do you have setter hands, jesus christ. I shouldn't known you were a setter just looking at your freakishly long nimble fingers." He was really talking more to himself than anything, but he enjoyed hearing the nice, bubbly laugh that got out of Oikawa, his genuine laugh sounding silky and heavenly.
A ball of nerves settled into Oikawa's gut as he lead his- now date- into the rink. It wasn't to the scale their rinks in the stadiums were, but it was a cozy family rink. It still was pretty fancy all the same, the figure skater has standards after all. All of his doubts flooded his mind, causing a panic to rise in him and lodge itself in his throat. It almost was enough to get him to escort Iwa out of the rink and pull an emergency plan B out of his ass. Almost. He put too much time and effort into this supposedly simple first date to just abandon it. Too many people blackmailed and bribed to get this to be as perfect as this could get. The tall, auburn man prayed to everything that was good that Hajime was a man of simple tastes like he made himself out to be. This has to be one of the lowest quality, yet highest personal effort, dates he's ever arranged. (Oikawa feels like he's shed at least a good ten years off his life stressing about everything involving this date. He refuses to dwell on the creeping thought of premature gray hair, that'd just about do him in.) Swallowing around the knot firmly lodged in his pretty throat- and hoping his 'pretty setter hands' aren't as sweaty as he fears- he brought them to a stop at the edge of the small rink. Taking a shaky breath to steel his nerves, he plead with his vocal chords to not make his voice crack or something equally embarrassing as he opened his mouth.
" Here we are, Iwa-chan~," It came out a little less peppy than he wanted it, some of his tension making its way into his voice. Slowly he let his hands fall away from the other's eyes, brushing his fingers along those cheekbones as he did so. Tooru's breath caught in his throat as he moved to the side to peek at his date's face to gauge his reaction.
Iwaizumi blinked and squinted at the light assaulting his newly clear vision, pausing at taking in the familiar scene. An… ice rink? Confusion settled in, not sure why Oikawa would bring them to a place they spend 95% of their time at anyways. The hockey player could feel expecting eyes boring holes into his very being, waiting for him to comment.
" An ice rink?" He verbalized his question, not hating this or anything, but not getting the perfect man standing next to him line of thinking. There are so many other options for dates, and this is one Hajime probably wouldn't have picked out himself. Sure, it is a typical 'first date' place to go, but…? Glancing over next to him, he nearly startled at the intense, pleading hopeful look on Tooru's face, his pale skin starting to blossom pink, his eyes far too shiny for Hajime's liking. Knocking himself from his daze, the taller brunette tugged on a strand of his hair as he looked away from Hajime's hazel eyes.
" Uh, y-yeah… I mean, I just, I thought that, hey, we never really get to be on a rink just to enjoy it, yeah? We're either practicing or in a competition or game. It's always serious. But the ice means so much to both of us, it only felt right that our first date should be making some nice, relaxed memories on the ice. Or...something like that… it-it's stupid." Tooru's voice only grew quieter throughout his explanation, Hajime straining to hear him as he kept twirling that piece of hair around his finger nervously. Iwaizumi's chest tightened before his heart fluttered, especially at watching Tooru grow steadily red, his own ears staining red. Wow, he… he really thought through this seriously… he wants this to be really special… he thinks Hajime is special enough to plan something so meticulously… Iwa's neck started growing red as well, a stupid smile pulling at his lips as he watched the dork in front of him fidget uncomfortably, impossibly red and looking mortified that he admitted his reasoning behind the date. It really is amazing how someone who looks so attractive and well put together can fall apart into a blushing, stuttering dork. Flattery mixed with fondness filled Hajime as he stared at the wrecked skater before him, wanting to laugh at how he refused to meet his eyes. " I-I mean, we don't have to do this! I know some good restaurants around here if you'd rather go do th-"
" You're such a dork," Hajime cut in, interrupting Tooru's nervous rambling, his words nothing but fond. It made said dork chance a glance over to him, his breath catching at seeing that expression on Hajime's face. It almost sent chills down his spine how attractive the spiky haired captain looked with his eyes bright and crinkled at the edges due to his wide, affectionate smile. Said smile nearly blinded him and made the brunette's knees give out all at once. The blush complimenting his tan skin did nothing to help him regain his lost composure. On top of that he's looking so sinfully fine it's not fair ! He offered a shaky smile in return, relieved that Hajime seemed to be okay with this, but still nervous that he has plenty of room to fuck this up. Tooru was silently grateful for the hunky man's eyes and attention returning back to the rink, his blush out of control. " Where is everyone? I figured there'd be a lot of people out at this time of day wanting to skate, since this is a public rink." Hajime mused, grabbing onto the divider, looking around the empty rink, thankful it was like this, otherwise it'd just make things awkward. He's not very good around people without being prepared, and knowing them, they'd attract a lot of attention. Hajime doesn't feel like blushing the entirety of their date.
" That's because I rented out the rink for our date," Oikawa easily stated, seeming to slowly be getting his confidence back after becoming a blushing mess. Hajime froze at that, shocked that Tooru would rent out a rink just to take him out on a date. It was The captain's turn to blush, his face steadily growing hot- making him thankful he wasn't facing Tooru. A feeling stirred in his stomach, making him both flattered, yet embarrassed as all get out to know the brunette was trying to hard for his sake. Butterflies- no, scratch that- more like a massive hockey player side-checked him (but a good kind of side-check, if there even is a good kind of side-check...) right in the chest, knocking feelings loose that startled Hajime. The inky haired man couldn't even comment on renting out the rink when his breath hitched at soft, romantic music playing around them. Turning his head and attention back to Oikawa, he felt the loosened feelings flutter violently in his rib cage at seeing that sheepish grin and phone in Oikawa's hand.
" What…"
" I had Kenma pull some strings for me to rig up some mood music for us, since skating around a silent rink is boring." The bubbly brunette shrugged with a light laugh, setting down his phone on the bench, failing to hide how pleased he was at Hajime's response. No… that's, not fair. Iwa didn't plan on this date leaning to the romantic side! He expected the normal way they hung out, but this, this is, actually, a date… Shit. Why did he think it wouldn't be…?! He's not mentally prepared for this, shit, why does he feel like crying?! Suck it up! He just played music is all. While Iwaizumi was struggling with maintaining his composure, Oikawa reached down to pull up familiar looking skates, surprising Iwa yet again. " And these were surprisingly hard to get, you know! Do you understand how hard it is to get your skates from you without you putting two and two together and blowing this whole surprise?! Honestly, it was a miracle, but I am a miracle worker after all~," He threw in a playful wink here. " but now I owe a favor to Makki and Mattsun and I'm not sure how I feel about that… But for now," Oikawa held out Iwaizumi's skates to their owner, a confident grin playing on his face, hiding any trace of his earlier breakdown. " we have a date to be on~!"
They skated comfortably around the rink for a while, the romantic music still making the usually level headed captain's heart race childishly. It's just the two of them, Oikawa close enough that their shoulders bump occasionally, their knuckles even brushing once. Iwaizumi's relaxed state before was nowhere to be found, his shoulders tense and his body language stiff. Now he remembers why he didn't go on many dates; they made him impossibly nervous when he wasn't crystal clear on what was going to be going on. He was never good at knowing when to make a move, or if he should be the first one to make a move. Hajime's heart palpitated at a warm hand slipping into his, beautiful, slender fingers lacing with his own thicker, rough fingers. Fuck, please don't let his hand get sweaty…!
" You know it's just us, right?" That low, caramel silk voice only served to make him more nervous, it far too close to his ear for his comfort. Cursing his mouth for suddenly mimicking the Sahara's dryness, he kept his focused eyes straight ahead. If he dares to look over at Oikawa, he's bound to get lost in those damn eyes of his and god knows he barely can restrain the urge to kiss him as it is. " That means you can loosen up a bit, I don't bite hard~." The brunette interjected at the lack of response he got, nudging his shoulder against Iwa's. The former setter ran his thumb along the back of Hajime's hand, creating a pleasing tingling feeling in the wake of his touching. Iwaizumi didn't dignify that with a response either, too busy trying to swallow around the knot in his throat and how hard it is to breathe with him so close . God, his head is spinning…
Abruptly, Tooru stopped skating, jerking Hajime to a halt as well, finally getting those hazel eyes to look back at him. There was a wide smile on the skater's face, making him look so much more childish.
" I know! Why don't I try teaching you some figure skating moves, huh?! I've been dying to see how good you'd be at it since I saw those muscles in action. I think you'd be perfect. But I mean, only if you want to, that is." It took Iwaizumi aback, never expecting to hear Oikawa being so honest, or see him so excited . It made his heart thump wildly, realizing in that moment that Oikawa Tooru was something akin to a star, bright and shining and impossible to ignore. A beauty you just can't help but admire. ( All this damn romantic music is getting to him now…) Not trusting his own voice, he shrugged and nodded, figuring that it couldn't hurt. Oikawa looks just so thrilled that he can't help but agree to whatever he wanted so long as he looks so happy. Hajime guesses that the twinkle in his eyes have probably been there since he agreed to all this.
Oikawa didn't hesitate to drag Hajime to the middle of the rink, giddily explaining a few simple moves before demonstrating them. ( " You pick your foot up like this Iwa-chan, and dig in like this, and have your arms stretched out like this, with your shoulders rolled back! Then jump up and move your arms to twirl and ta-da~,"). He already had a good knowledge of skating already, obviously, since you need to know the basics of skating to play hockey. Meaning, Oikawa skipped all the fluff he'd have to give anyone besides a professional hockey player and taught him more difficult moves. He did a layback spin where he had to all about fold himself in half, slightly alarmed at finding how close his head can get to his ass, his shoulder back with one leg stretched out behind him while spinning. He found tightening up while in a spin did not do good things, only making you spin faster at a dizzying rate. Hajime could feel his back muscles protesting slightly at being used in such a way, but the impressed look on Oikawa's face was worth it. He did a couple more spins (the names were lost on him, he stopped trying to pretend like he was remembering their names), learning that he was more flexible than he gave himself credit for- his leg could nearly be pressed against his back if he held it!
" Okay, wow, you're… even better than I thought you'd be…" Oikawa blurted out honestly, staring at Iwaizumi in awe, the little twinge of irritation at him being a natural was easily covered by how proud he felt. Sure, he had to practice hard when he was starting out to perfect some of those spins, yet Iwa did them almost perfectly abet kind of clumsily. If he could just gain more confidence and not be so stiff while executing the moves, he'd be perfect. " I gave you some pretty tricky moves for someone who usually only gets as advanced as crossover's… you're a natural." The brunette complimented, skating closer- close enough to be able to see a salty bead of sweat drip down the other's cheekbone and, is it gross he wants to lick it off…?- drinking in the sight of the blush staining the tips of his date's ears.
" Ah, thanks, it's, um, thanks to the way you explain everything in detail. It really helps. Honestly if it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't have gotten that so easily. You're a great teacher Oikawa." The hockey player did the cute thing Tooru's coming to love where he scratches at the side of his nose while avoiding eye contact to hide his embarrassment. It must be a nervous habit, and man does Oikawa love it. Flashing the shorter of the two a bright smile, Oikawa hummed in thought, curious if he should attempt what he wants to with a beginner figure skater. Eying the other's rippling biceps and deltoids- Hajime got blissfully too hot and took off his leather jacket, nearly killing Tooru who hadn't been expecting a gun show- and deemed it safe enough. Iwaizumi wouldn't let anything happen to him.
" Hey, this might be crazy, but lets try some lifts." He innocently suggested, raising an eyebrow when Iwa-chan sputtered, looking at Tooru like he just morphed into one of his beloved aliens. Hajime's thicker eyebrows furrowed as he gave Oikawa an incredulous look, putting his hands square on his hips.
" You're damn right it's crazy. I don't think you're strong enough to lift me and I don't trust myself heaving you up into the air. What if something goes wrong and I lose my grip or something?! You could get hurt!" Iwaizumi argued firmly, putting on his 'captain' voice, but Oikawa's never been good at listening to authority.
" I trust you to keep that from happening." The brunette stated bluntly, throwing Hajime off guard, those emerald eyes widening as his lips parted in shock. Offering a small, sincere smile, Oikawa tilted his head to the side, his perfectly styled hair bouncing with his movement. Reaching out, Oikawa grabbed both of his date's hands, lacing his fingers with them and giving them a reassuring squeeze. Tugging him a little closer, Tooru stared straight into Iwa's eyes, his smile dropping into more of a serious expression. " I trust you , Iwaizumi, I wouldn't have suggested it if I didn't have complete faith in your abilities." The skater reiterated, voice dipping low as he held the eye contact, noting how Iwa's cheeks dusted the lightest pink. Said hockey player was the first to break contact, mumbling out a 'fine' and allowed himself to be dragged to the middle of the rink again. Not only was Oikawa just curious how well he'd pair with Iwaizumi, but this is also an excuse to get those strong hands all over his body and have an excuse to touch Iwa in return. Yeah… it's time the pretty man just accept that what innocence he once had is no longer with him.
" Okay, so we'll start off with you basically flinging me around, it's technically a difficult move, but I've done it before, and you just have to be my pivot point. You just have to hold on tight to my hand as we spin and keep me from having a painful kiss with the ice. The… name of the move is pretty over dramatic, honestly. It's preformed a ton by skaters so I don't get why 'death spiral' would be chosen, but I know what I'm doing." Oikawa paused to wink at Iwaizumi, trying to calm him after hearing the word 'death' in the move. " Then you pull me close, and then put your hand on my hip or waist, whichever and lift me up until I'm over your head and I'll hold my body up and you'll be supporting me with just your hands holding mine, then let one hand go and spin in a circle or two! It's easier done than said honestly." The figure skater tried explaining, knowing he lost Iwaizumi somewhere along the way.
Pulling away from Hajime, the brunette let his hands fall to Iwa's waist, squaring his hips before grabbing one of Iwa's hands. Tugging Hajime along, Tooru got to a speed he liked before telling his- now skating partner- to dig in and stand firm as he goes into a spin, causing Tooru to fall gracefully until he was only a foot away from being on the ice. A thrill ran down his spine at seeing the ice so close, always loving this move for the hint of danger it gave off.
Hajime, on the other hand, was horrified as he whipped his date around, amazed at how the other kept his skates still on the ice. The cardigan Tooru was wearing billowed behind him like some sort of cream cape, his perfect auburn locks fluttering beautifully, brushing his flushed cheeks. Pulling Tooru back to him, the stockier man was once again made breathless at how elegant the other was, effortlessly getting his feet under himself again. The perfect pieces of hair bouncing and framing his face only added to the effect as the skater pressed flush against his chest. Hajime was almost tempted to keep him here, a breath apart from him, so close he could count every single one of those perfectly dipped eyelashes. But his pride kept him from relishing the moment. Doing as instructed, he had Oikawa held above his head with minimal effort- though Tooru is a tall, muscular guy, so Iwa will freely admit he did feel it in his arms having Tooru's weight perched above him. Hesitating, he let go of one of Oikawa's hands, focusing on both not dropping him and completing two circles.
Oikawa sucked in a breath, adrenaline surging through him at seeing the view from up here, amazed at how calm he felt. So this is what those girls get to see so often, yet he's been denied because Akaashi is his only partner and he can't lift his weight like this. Closing his eyes, Oikawa drank in the feeling of floating, weightless, yet grounded thanks to the firm hold of the callused hand clenching his. It was almost addicting. Oh, how he'd love to be able to do this at an actual competition, with the roar of the crowd fading into just his own huffed breaths. Feeling the thrill of being able to positively glide around the large, professional rink. With his dependable Iwa-chan beneath him… yeah, he can only imagine Iwa-chan lifting him, sturdy and faithful, trustworthy . No one could replace Iwa, no, this he just feels . He was brought back down to Earth at feeling said man adjust his grip, signaling that he was ready to bring him down.
A bolt of pleasure went through him at Hajime grabbing his inner thigh, causing him to fight to stamp back his blush. Bringing his free hand to grasp at the junction where Iwa's neck met his shoulder, Oikawa tried to not enjoy the way his body slid down the other's. He could feel every coiled muscle flexing as they cooperated to set the figure skater down gently. Tooru let his hand slip down Iwa's defined back, all too eager to get his hands over his body. Though he tried to not get too flattered that Iwa's hand was still awfully low on his hip, painfully close to where he's been wanting it for a while now. Their foreheads were nearly pressed together, Iwa's warm breath ghosting over his lips, those intense eyes staring right back at him and, god his lips are right there, fuck he wants to kiss them till they're bruised.
" That went well." Oikawa himself broke the little slice of tension they had going on there, giving Iwa a wide smile as his giddiness returned.
He managed to convince Iwa to do a couple of throw jumps, the more serious of the two glad that it was a lot less dangerous and didn't include 'death' in the name. He also, to his extreme pleasure, convinced Hajime to do a pair spin, where they'd have to be impossibly close to each other. Somewhere in his mind, he should probably feel bad about doing things in order to cop feels of his date, but Iwa certainly doesn't seem to mind. Pressing their hips flush together, Tooru could feel the playful mood they had snap like a rubber band into something, more (the sultry music around them only adding fuel to the fire, he'll have to give himself props later). Something had ignited in Hajime's eyes, dangerously close to making the taller skater shiver with anticipation. Digging his fingers into Iwaizumi's back, he felt his heart start racing, doing his best on focusing on their spin. To be fair, it's insanely hard to focus on something like spinning when you have a hunk's leg between your thighs, brushing occasionally.
Tooru let out a noise of surprise as he stumbled while bringing them out of the spin, gasping while he fell into Hajime. There was a resounding thump as the hockey player slammed against the plexiglass wall, Tooru unintentionally pinning him to it with his hands splayed out on either side of Iwa's head. When they both recovered, they both ran their eyes over their bodies that were now pressed together, silently checking if the other was okay. Panting out a breath, the brunette couldn't help but glance down at the shorter man's lips before meeting his eyes.
" Oops." He breathed out, a slow smile spreading across his face while giggles started bubbling up inside him. Once Tooru started laughing, Hajime wasn't far behind, each able to feel the other's chest vibrate with their laughter. Neither even seemed to notice their proximity or suggestive position up against the wall for the time being. It all came back into focus once their laughs subsided, realization dawning on the both of them at the same time. Their lips were only a breath apart, just the slightest movement would have their lips together… The two both met each other's eyes after having glanced at one another's lips, quietly waiting for who would make the move. One eager, the other hesitant but wanting all the same. Both slowly, cautiously pressed their lips together in a gentle, testing kiss. Iwaizumi's hands slowly came up to grab at Tooru's cardigan, their lips sliding easily together in the innocent kiss that was steadily growing more confident.
The brunette's hands came up to thread themselves through short, black hair, tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss. Meanwhile Iwa's hands made their way up Tooru's sides before resting wrapped around his neck, playing the the short hair they found at the nape. Fearing he'd mess something up, Oikawa reluctantly pulled out of the sweet kiss, lips still brushing Hajime's. He needs to make sure this isn't one sided, that Iwa isn't just going along with this because he feels bad for Oikawa. The pretty boy has made it abundantly clear how desperate he was for this date, so this could be a pity thing, he can't risk getting his hopes up. What if-
A small noise of surprise slipped out of the taller at being pulled back down into a much rougher kiss, soft lips already working against his with a sense of need. All too happy to oblige, he kissed back with an equal intensity, nipping playfully at Hajime's lips. His action only earned him a low, rumbling groan that sent a bolt of pleasure from his fingertips to his toes, pooling in his groan. Well then. If it's going to be like that . Oikawa pressed against the athlete's body, pressing him up even further against the wall as his tongue flicked out to lap at those damned full lips of his. Without protest, Iwaizumi eagerly parted his lips to let Oikawa slip in his tongue into his hot mouth both of their pleased noises muffled.
Iwaizumi's heart felt ready to leap out of his chest, an assortment of emotions filling him up at that skillful tongue ran along his. He didn't know how badly he's wanted this, but fuck does he want to just devour him. He wants him so bad that it scares him. This is all so, different, strange, so good it can't be good for his health . Uttering a string of internal curses, he slipped his tongue in Tooru's mouth, moaning at his strangely sweet taste. Knowing him, he probably last had one of those complex too-sweet drinks from a coffee shop. Memorizing the inside of his mouth, he drank in the pleased moans and little whimpers coming from the man in front of him. Those sounds paired with their lewd sounds of smacking lips made Hajime's head spin. He's not sure if it was only hard to breathe because of their kiss or the bizarre fear steadily filling his veins.
" H-Hajime…!" Hearing his name sent pleasant shivers down his spine, having dreamed what his name would sound like on those lips.
" Tooru," He returned with a groan, getting Oikawa to shudder as well, moaning softly.
They pulled apart only long enough to suck in another breath before roughly pressing their lips together with a growing sense of need and desire. Heat pooled at Hajime's groin, egging on his desperate need to consume every bit of the pompous skater in a heated frenzy. Letting his hands slip down, Iwa wrapped his arms around the brunette's waist, slipping his hands into his tight back pockets. He was rewarded with a squeak from Tooru when he gave a squeeze, rubbing and groping, bringing Tooru's hips against his. Oikawa proceeded to mewl into his mouth, whimpering as he tugged encouragingly at his short spikes. Hajime has to say, he's been wanting to get his hands on Tooru's ass this whole night, fully taking advantage of the opportunity now. His groping caused their hips to grind together in an oh so delicious way, making his pulse and worries spike threateningly. Oikawa responded by wiggling his hips to create more friction, their breathes turning short and huffed, it getting more heated than either would've guessed. Oikawa was more than okay with taking it another step, feeling how hard they both were.
The hands in Oikawa's pockets slipped out, moving to grab his hips, pushing the skater so there was a few inches between them. Oikawa gave Iwaizumi a confused look, his eyes glazed over with lust, face flushed and lips red and wet from kissing. Iwaizumi was in a similar state, disheveled and flushed, panting as he tried regaining his breath.
" I... I just, n-not here…" Hajime stuttered out, intently staring at the ice instead of the incredibly tempting man he's holding in his hands. He doesn't want to do something he'd regret, he can't, he's… scared. So scared of how bad he wants this stupid, arrogant, fucking perfect skater . Why him ?! Oikawa didn't quite understand, but ran a soothing hand along Iwa's throat, tracing patterns in the flushed, tan skin.
" Well, there's always my place unles-"
" No, that's, not…the problem. I just, can't. I'm not ready yet. I… sorry. I can't." He cut in, getting Oikawa to snap his mouth shut, the hand on his neck falling from his neck to his chest. The mood was officially broken, bravo Hajime…
" Oh... well, that's fine Iwa-chan! It's only the first date." Oikawa cheerfully reminded him, his voice a little quieter than usual. Despite his claims of it being okay, he couldn't completely hide the slight disappointment in his voice from Iwa. He can't really blame him, he's not too happy about being left unfulfilled himself.
" I'm sorry..." Hajime mumbled, rubbing his arm sheepishly while Oikawa put even more distance between them with that stupid fake smile he keeps trying to fool him with. Tooru didn't want to move away from Iwa, in fact it nearly made him shiver not being pressed roughly up against that sculpted body. The warmth he was enveloped in now gone, his ass feeling especially cold in his tight jeans now that to big hands weren't in his back pockets. Something in his chest pulled painfully, urging him to wrap himself back up in Hajime, his pulse still not having recovered from their make out session. He doesn't want to make Iwaizumi uncomfortable though, he wants this to go right. He has to be okay with just heavy kissing, even though he's kind of not- especially with the tight, throbbing straining the crotch of his pants-, no he's really not happy with stopping, but if Iwa-chan needs to stop, he'll stop. Waving away Iwa's apology, Oikawa grabbed Iwa's hand to lead him off the rink, picking up his phone and stopping the music.
" Hey, Iwa-chan, let's take a picture together! To keep a record of our first date!" The bubbly brunette suggested, already starting to get over not getting laid like he had hoped he would tonight. Now he's simply glad that Iwaizumi didn't run his hands through his perfectly coiffed hair, otherwise he wouldn't want a picture of himself looking like a wreck. Grumbling out his consent, Oikawa happily threw an arm around those wide, strong shoulders to pull Iwa back into his side. His pleasant smell almost too much for Oikawa, wanting to just press his face into this man's neck and suffocate in his warm, musky smell. Resting his head against Iwa's, he nearly squeaked embarrassingly in surprise at an arm wrapping tightly around his waist. Holding his phone out- here's where his long arms come in really handy- he flashed a peace sign and offered a bright, practiced smile.
Bringing his phone back, they stayed in their same positions as they both looked at the phone. They at least didn't look like they had been aggressively making out, aside from their slightly red, swollen lips that'd be hard to notice to anyone but themselves. Iwa's hair was slightly more ruffled than usual, thanks to a certain setter's hands tugging at it. Oikawa's heart nearly melted at seeing the small quirk of Iwa's lips, his beautiful eyes twinkling in the rink's lighting. His arms were still delicious and on display, catching Oikawa's attention without fail- damn it, he should've felt him up more when he had the chance!-Oikawa himself looking good as usual.
While they got back into their normal shoes, Oikawa had put the picture on snapchat, with the words ' Look who I found~' followed by a couple winking emoji's and emoji's with their tongues sticking out. Along with saving the snap and posting it on his twitter with winky faces and ' No need to be jealous~ ;D'. The response was instant and huge, people gushing over how attractive 'the guy with him' was, ' omg, is that the Iwaizumi Hajime?!', people asking if they were dating, how cute they looked together, other's cheering on Tooru, telling him to 'get out there and get a piece of that action~'. It made him want to laugh, enjoying throwing everyone in a frenzy and watching all the assumptions they draw, it almost scary how right they are most of the time. He certainly isn't going to comment on their assumptions to tell them how it actually is, having way more fun with watching them be confused and yelling at Tooru to get with Hajime.
Iwaizumi himself wasn't aware of the potential rumor he may have begun, simply putting on his leather jacket- it's a shame, really, not to get to look at those arms- and leading the way out to his car. It was a companionable silence, only broken when Hajime offered to drive Oikawa home- which he agreed to. The ride to his place was equally as silent, both parties stuck up in their thoughts, processing what happened between them and what that kiss meant. Clearly it meant at least that Hajime shared his feelings. You don't kiss like that without having some intense emotion behind it. Chancing a glance, the brunette looked over the man sitting next to him, his eyes following the glow from the street lights as they ran over the details in his chiseled face and neck before disappearing, then washing over him again. Caramel eyes traced along that sharp jaw line, down to those newly confirmed silky soft, slightly assaulted lips. This caused him to lick at his own, the other man's taste lingering there, almost like strong, bland coffee with a hint of mint and something sweet. It was a puzzling taste, but it just served to drive him mad with wanting to get another taste, those tantalizing lips begging to mingle with his again. Now that he knows what they feel like, it's all too easy to imagine them caressing all across his body, perhaps venturing down below the belt- He had to quickly kill that train of thought at a throb coming from the lingering bulge in his pants. Oikawa doesn't think that Hajime would take too kindly to him getting a raging hard on in the passenger seat of his car while daydreaming of his lips. The words tumbled from his mouth before he could stop them, his brain-to-mouth filter malfunctioning.
" I'm watching my nephew Takeru tomorrow, maybe we could meet up again and have a kind of second date or something?" Thankful it was dark out and his blush was hidden in the shadows, he watched the strong man raise an eyebrow, shrugging.
" Sure, why not. I have to pick up my sister from hockey practice anyways. It can almost be a play date thing, and we could hang out while they do, whatever. If you want?" He suggested easily, not seeming too flustered about arranging their second date already. Though, it won't be as romantic with two brats running around, but it's something. It made a pang of hurt go through Oikawa at knowing he knew so little about Iwaizumi that he didn't even know he had a sister, or that hockey seemed to be in the family.
" Oh, I didn't know you have a sister! How old is she? She plays hockey?" Oikawa curiously asks, figuring might as well learn about her now that he knows he has one. Iwa-chan smiled fondly at the road at the mention of his sister, his 'big brother' instincts kicking in.
" She's 13, her name's Hiroko and she's making waves in girl's junior level hockey. People kept comparing her to me, and that pissed her off, so she kept practicing and getting better and is making a name for herself. She claims that she's definitely going to get on the National Women's Hockey League and be better than I ever will be and she will somehow play against me and beat me. It's cute, and I hope she does keep it up if she really likes it." Iwaizumi explained, getting a surge of pride in talking about his feisty little sister. She's amusing to say the least, and he certainly loves her and would murder whoever would dare try and hurt her. The athlete's gushing about his little sister made Tooru stare fondly at Hajime, adoring him even more at knowing he's probably endlessly cute around Hiroko.
" She certainly sounds like something else, can't wait to meet the tinier Iwa-chan~! Takeru plays volleyball. I taught him everything I know and he's doing well! He's 14 so they're pretty close in age! I think they'll get along great! I'm just watching him for my sister, since she wanted to have a little 'vacation' with her hubby without Takeru ruining the mood." He explained cheerily, finally feeling better knowing he'll be seeing his hockey player so soon and even get to meet one of his family members. Well, this certainly is a change of events for the best. Oikawa couldn't help but smile stupidly to himself while they drove to his apartment, excited that this isn't just going to be a one time thing. He still has another chance!
They pulled up in front of his apartment complex in no time, the comfortable silence between them turning somewhat tense. Both were waiting to see who'd speak first, the awkwardness seeping back in, their kiss playing in both of their heads. Oikawa opened his mouth to be the one to break the tension, but Iwaizumi beat him to it.
" I… I had a great time tonight. It was really nice. We should… we," Iwaizumi tried, stumbling over his words a bit as he nervously rubbed at the back of his neck, licking his lips without thinking. He hadn't looked at Oikawa properly since they kissed, forcing his eyes to meet those pretty, clear caramel orbs. His throat threatened to close on him, it hard to get past how expectant Oikawa looked. Hajime was the one to cock block the both of them, so it's only fair he makes this right again. Color was steadily working its way up to his face as he determinedly pushed it back, not wanting to be a blushing mess about this. " We should do this again, go on a date, you know, without children tagging along because that I don't think counts as a date. I… liked it being just the two of us, it was nice." Hajime finally admitted, allowing himself a small smile, still feeling entirely out of his element with this whole Oikawa Tooru dating business. If you asked him to nail a slap shot, full-rink, into the goal, fine. He could do that in his sleep. But ask him to simply go out on a date with this attractive, out-of-his-league skater, he's a bumbling wreck.
Hajime's eyes went comically wide at Oikawa leaning in, his finally calm pulse skyrocketing again, his noise of surprise muffled against another soft pair of lips. Against his better judgement, he relaxed immediately relaxed into the kiss, his eyes fluttering closed. A tan hand inched up, gently grabbing at the front of the shirt before him subconsciously. It was another sweet, innocent kiss like theirs had originally been. It made Hajime's head spin all the same, a fire igniting in his veins, telling him to grab Oikawa and pull him into his lap. Before he could even argue that the thought was a horrible idea, the man in question was already pulling away.
" Of course," Those sinful lips brushed his with every syllable, his breath tickling his face, eliciting a visible shiver. Hajime's not sure if it was the deeper pitch to the other's voice, or the hot breath across his face that made him shiver, or maybe- now that he has his eyes open again- it's how Oikawa's looking at him. Looking at him like he's prepared to ravish him and bring him to a whole new level of blissed pleasure. The situation was made all the more sultry looking at how Oikawa is leaning over the console, kneeling on his seat, the width of his hips being shown off, cardigan slipping off his shoulder. He exuded confidence, his self assured smile only proving his point, drawing the poor unsuspecting Hajime in. The light from the moon bathed Oikawa, causing stars to shine in his eyes and complimenting his pale skin stunningly. A burning hot desire flared painfully in his chest, wanting-no, needing - Oikawa right this moment, scaring him once again by the intensity of his feelings. That idea of just grabbing him and pulling him into his lap to have his way with him was looking better and better.
The spell was broken as Oikawa dipped back in teasingly to bring Iwaizumi's bottom lip between his teeth for a little tug before pulling away completely. Iwaizumi was lost in the haze that was Oikawa Tooru, his breath out of his control, being stolen by the brunette currently slipping out of his car. With a cheeky wink and blown kiss, Oikawa left him to reel in his wake, feeling worked up and terribly disappointed. Fucking hell , Oikawa could come with some kind of warning, and explicit content warning or maybe a Surgeon General warning- because lord knows Oikawa can't be good for Iwaizumi's health- hell, even a neon flashing sign telling Hajime to not get involved with the walking natural disaster that is the kingly figure skater.
He was right about Oikawa Tooru being like a star; bright and mesmerizing, taking you with its beauty, yet disappearing too fast and leaving you unfulfilled. Though the unfulfilled bit is mostly his fault for putting on the brakes when maybe it would've been okay to let things happen with Oikawa.
" Wow…" His voice was shaky, barely more than a breath lost in the dark, cold of the night. He's fucked.
The next chapter will take a bit to come out, since I'm working on it now, but things should heat up next time ;D