A/N Confrontation, second dates, Meeting The Sister/Nephew, Things Are Asked Of Poor Iwa And He Doesn't Know What To Do (SaveIwa2k16 continues). Things Get Gayer?
Oikawa pretty much floated up to his apartment thanks to the thrilled feeling shooting through his being, Iwaizumi's lost, wrecked expression burning pleasantly in his mind. He has half the mind to run back out there and convince Iwaizumi to have sex in the car. The tightness in his pants protesting strongly and agreeing with the idea of car sex with a sexy hockey player. After all, Tooru's original plan for this date was to have his night be steamy and filled with glorious sex that'd leave him in pure bliss. Honestly, he's never stuck around this long, wanting someone, and being this patient to get it and get to enjoy it. Before, if he wanted sex and the other person wasn't interested, he'd move on, not woo them and wine and dine them for over a month, not even knowing if sex will be in the future. Hell, he's never been this fully interested in someone, wanting to know someone like he wants to know Hajime. Sighing dreamily, he hummed as he glided over to his apartment, unlocking it with a pleased smile, ready to spend his night dreaming about the hunky man he left wanting more. Oikawa didn't expect to be greeted with the sight of his best friend giving him a flat look, however. Thank god he didn't take his hunk home if Akaashi was gonna be here, it'd be even more disappointing to get all the way here, just for Hajime to back out because of Akaashi.
" So, you still look put together, didn't it go well?" He wasted no time in getting straight to the point, wanting to know what exactly went on during their date no doubt. Which is only fair, Tooru reasons to himself. Sighing dramatically, Oikawa placed the back of his hand on his forehead in an over the top manner, Akaashi not even blinking. He's known Tooru too long to fall for his theatrics - thus egging him on, which is the last thing he wants to do for the sake of his large well of patience.
" It did and didn't. Akaashi, it was tragic, I set everything up, took him out to a rink, got Kenma to set up the sound system to be rigged to my phone, booked out the rink, bribed Makki and Mattsun to get Iwa-chan's skates. It was all very romantic and he loved it, - you should've seen his smile, good lord I nearly swooned - I even pair skated with him! It was awesome! He was able to lift me and did everything so well-"
" Wait, he was able to lift you? I know he's strong, but you're a fit, taller, full grown man, and he was able to lift you above his head?! That seems vaguely dangerous." Akaashi's usually passive face betrayed him to let some shock through, his eyes widening a fraction and his eyebrows raising. It surprised Tooru to see his friend bewildered by something like Iwaizumi lifting him. It also made a surge of pride swell in him that his Iwa-chan was the one to pull off lifting him like he's always dreamed of.
" Of course! Iwa-chan's muscles aren't just for show, despite how delicious they are! But more importantly Keiji-chan, you're interrupting my heartfelt story of love and tragedy! It's rude!" He puffed out his cheeks like a petulant child, frowning at his recovering friend. Once Akaashi was over his shock, Tooru continued after seeing his eye roll. " Anyways , that part of the date went swimmingly. The part that didn't was when I stumbled and knocked him into the wall and we kissed." Tooru paused to let his patient friend take in the news, finding that the man in question hardly looked all that surprised. Confused, yes.
" You kissing was the bad part of the date….? Haven't you been wanting to do that since you laid eyes on him?" Tooru rolled his eyes as if Akaashi just missed the biggest point in the world, forget that he hasn't actually gotten to his point yet.
" No , Kei-chan! It was heavenly. He even came back for more when I tried pulling away and he stuck his hands in my back pockets and squeezed -"
" Please skip any unnecessary details, I'd like to keep some things a mystery to never be solved. Your budding sex life with Hajime is at the very top of said list." Akaashi cut in, leaving Tooru looking put off and petulant again. Huffing indignantly at his friend, Tooru placed his hands on his hips.
" All my details are important!" He sniffed haughtily, but ignored it in favor of getting to tell his friend about his date. " Things got heated and I was fully ready to just either do him in the rink or let him do me , as long as someone was being done in that rink. But he got cold feet and said he wasn't ready, so we had to stop." Even to Tooru's ears his dejected tone was evident. Tooru didn't want to be upset because of it, but he couldn't help feeling the rejection all the same. Akaashi opened his mouth, looking ready to comfort his friend when Oikawa perked up of his own free will, his smile a tad plastic and forced. " But I think I've got him right where I want him~. I kissed him in the car and he looked ready to positively jump my bones, so clearly that must mean he wants me back somewhat, he didn't pull away!" The brunette cheerfully stated, marching off into the kitchen to make something to eat while Akaashi sighed. It'd only be a matter of time now that Oikawa's forced cheer would run out and he'd be a moping mess.
Sure enough, Akaashi stared at his friend, watching him drown his waffles in syrup in the saddest, most dejected manner he's ever witnessed. The brunette's eyes stared longingly at the syrup flowing from the bottle, only stopping once his waffles all but cried out for mercy. Oikawa switched to woefully cutting and shoveling the doused bread into his mouth. Akaashi marveled at how his friend managed to eat something so disgustingly sweet and not need water. The elegant man sighed once more, mentally preparing himself for the night of handling his emotionally unstable friend that's ahead of him.
Hajime drove home in a daze, his mind occupied by a certain brunette skater. He could practically still feel his soft, wet lips burning against his own, his veins boiling with a fiery desire that had no outlet now that the other man was gone. Hajime never had anyone leave him lost and wanting like that, aching for skin on skin contact with him. At this point he's going to start rutting against the nearest object to rid himself of this heat and throbbing in his groin. The lingering smell of the skater only drove Hajime up a wall, his imagination running wild again. He'll be lucky if he doesn't end up jumping Oikawa the next time he sees him. Without even noticing, Iwaizumi ended up absentmindedly licking his lips every once in awhile, not able to help wanting to taste the lingering flavor of Tooru.
The haze stayed over him even as he went up to his apartment, making him want to just take a cold shower and fall into bed before he could let his mind wander. Unfortunately, he doesn't have that kind of luck.
Iwaizumi nearly had a heart attack at finding his whole team waiting for him, looking around at the men scattered around his apartment. Makki and Mattsun were both on the couch along with Kuroo. Bokuto was sitting on the breakfast bar, all smiles as usual, even Kyoutani was there, though his disgruntled expression told Hajime it was probably reluctantly that he was here. Iwaizumi nearly dropped his skates in surprise, his eyes widening at the scene, his teammates- sans Kyoutani- were all giving him feral looks. Suddenly, he realized what he must look like, bruised lips and wild hair, his clothes rumpled thanks to their skating. Feeling his skin crawl due to the knowing looks he was being thrown, Iwaizumi did his best to ignore them, slipping off his shoes as he stepped into his apartment.
" You sly dog Captain~ did you get actually get laid?!" Kuroo drawled, grinning at him deviously, Hajime's ears threatening to turn red at the idea of him and Oikawa having sex being addressed out loud. Even though it didn't happen. Yet…
" Ah! Hold on, let me get my camera to document this precious moment that our little Wazzy finally grew up and let poor Oikawa finally nail him!" Makki cooed, pulling out his phone to snap a picture of Iwaizumi just as the other began to protest. Scowling at his team, Hajime let out a huff, shrugging off his jacket angrily.
" I don't get why you guys keep thinking that I'd be the one bottoming, for one thing. And another thing, we didn't have sex, so you all can shut up." Iwaizumi bit out, not enjoying having other people poking into his personal life. Even if he did have sex with the guy?! What's it matter to them? It's not their business. Sure, Hajime loves his teammates, but he doesn't appreciate being hounded about his love life. Ignoring the looks his friends sent him, Iwa made his way into his kitchen, ripping open the fridge and snatching a bottled water out. His body needs to replenish what he lost sweating during their date. He never thought he was going to be getting a work out on his date. Running a hand through his hair, he walked back to the others, chugging some of his water.
" Well if you didn't do the deed, what did you do on your little date with Pretty Boy?" Kuroo asked curiously, most of his devious air gone at the knowledge nothing sexual really happened between the two. Swallowing his water, Iwaizumi paused at the question, clenching the bottle tighter as he remembered their desperate kiss. Sultry moans filled his head as his lips tingled with the memory, his hands almost feeling as warm as they did in his pockets. Snapping out of his revery, Iwaizumi cleared his throat, feeling embarrassment creep back as he debated on admitting it.
" Uhm… just, uh… You know, skated and stuff. And he, we kind of k-kissed and I stuck my hands down his back pockets and stuff… nothing wild," He quietly grumbled, swirling his water around the bottle, keeping his eyes pointedly on the floor. The stares pointed at him just about saw right into his soul, making his ears glow red in shame. That.. probably was a little too much information… fuck.
" Wazzy, you're telling me… you got all the way to second base , and you didn't bother going for the home run?! Dude, come on! You're going to kill Oikawa if you keep him waiting, give the poor guy a break." Mattsun broke the silence, giving Iwaizumi a disappointed, yet shocked expression while the other guys processed what Iwaizumi did.
" Could you not be so damn cryptic, I don't understand what that even fucking means."
" Mhn, rink sex," Makki purred out, sending Mattsun a lecherous look, raking his eyes up his boyfriend's body shamelessly. " Sounds nice," Hanamaki hummed suspiciously, still looking at Mattsun in a way Iwaizumi did not like. Mattsun didn't help, only picking up on his hint and grinning lazily at Makki, his hand inching over to his thigh.
" No! Oh no! You dirty nymphos stay away from my rink! If I so much as hear you've done anything indecent around my rink, I'll personally castrate the both of you." The captain hissed, sending the two of them a vicious glare, not wanting his friends defiling the rink he was responsible for. The last he needs is a scandal that Aoba Johsai's hockey team is having some sort of orgy during practice or something. The tiniest things can be blown out of proportion, especially if two members are seen going at it in the rink! Plus Iwaizumi would just like to stay as far away as possible from any place those two have sex if he can help it. His threats only were met with two devious smirks, making him hope that for once they'll finally listen to him. But he doubts that greatly.
Sighing, Iwaizumi rubbed at his temples, knowing these idiots are all going to be the death of him one day. Giving one last withering glare to his motley crew, Hajime started stalking back to his room, even more tired than when he stepped foot back home.
" I'm tired, just, get out. Lock the door when you leave. I'm too tired to kick you out myself." He resigned, answered by a around of various versions of 'night Cap' as they all left.
The short haired captain glanced over to his desk, Oikawa's ad staring right back at him mockingly. Letting out another sigh, Iwaizumi rubbed at the back of his neck, already feeling the ache settling into his muscles. He's never been so unhappy that things have gotten so eventful, but somewhere in him, he loves this new spark of life his figure skater is giving him.
Damn it, he just wants to go to bed…
Oikawa was half wake the next morning, drifting between sleep and consciousness his dreams started bleeding into the present. Iwaizumi's shocked yet hungry face came to the front of his mind, a lazy smile working over his lips. Tooru's imagination kicked in, a flushed and breathless Iwa-chan floating into his mind. That low voice of his rumbling with barely suppressed moans, his head tipping back as another breathy noise broke from him. Iwaizumi's back arched beautifully, his expanse of muscle flexing under his sun-kissed skin, trembling with the shiver that ran through him. Oikawa's hand in the present ran over his hip, his breath shuddering as he buried his face into his pillow to hide the noises he'll probably be making. Any decent person would feel ashamed of having fantasies about someone they know, but Oikawa has already come to grips with the fact he isn't a decent person. It's all Iwaizumi's fault for being bashful about everything. There's no way that look last night wasn't barely contained lust. He doesn't get what Iwaizumi's so afraid of… Focusing back on his situation, Tooru's hand continued inching towards the throbbing in the front of his boxers. Imaginary Iwaizumi sank down in front of him, intense emerald eyes with arousal blown pupils cut right into his very being. Oikawa let out another breath that quivered on the way out, a shiver running across his spine. Those stupidly nice bruised plush lips parted, his tongue flicking out to give a teasing lick of his cock from base to tip, Tooru's toes curling. His groan was muffled against the pillow, his hand felt scalding as it finally slipped into his boxers. Iwaizumi kept staring up at him as he blew a breath over his cock, Oikawa arching his back at the imaginary sensation. His legs restlessly shifted over his bed while his hand wrapped around himself, his free hand clawing at his sheets and pillow. Iwaizumi continued his teasing, wrapping his too hot mouth over the head, his tongue lapping at a pre-cum spilling from him. Tooru's hand started working over himself, now needing to bite his pillow if he didn't want to end up loudly keening. He doesn't think his neighbors would enjoy getting the wake up call of a gay man yelling out in ecstasy any more than they'd enjoy a rooster crowing. Iwaizumi pulled away, moaning out 'Tooru', his hot breath blowing over him again, eliciting a whimpered 'Hajime' from Oikawa.
Just as Iwaizumi finally went to take him all in, his bedroom door slammed open, Oikawa jolted from his fantasy. Now completely awake, Oikawa thanked his lucky stars that his back was to the door, otherwise whoever that was would've been greeted by him with his hand down his boxers.
" Tooru, mom says that it's time for you to get your lazy butt outta bed and be a polite host for once." A familiar voice called out to him in very much the tone of a child tattling, which is fitting seeing as it's a child's voice. Tooru wanted to sob into his pillow that he wasn't going to be able to finish because of his pesky nephew. Trying to discreetly take his pre-cum slicked hand out of his boxers, Oikawa took a breath to try and hide how breathless he was.
" Nee-san, why'd you have to bring your hellspawn so early in the morning? I didn't give you that key to torment me at unjust times of the morning." Oikawa whined, his voice deeper and gravely even to his own ears that has nothing to do with just waking up. He knows his sister must not be far behind Takeru and can hear him, and he's questioning if he still loves her. After all, her child just ruined what promised to be a very hot fantasy, it's hard to not feel disgruntled. Glaring over his shoulder, he saw what he expected, his sister smiling smugly at his doorway with Takeru in front of her.
" It's good for you to get up early Tooru, you can't be a bum forever. Plus I thought you could use some uncle nephew bonding time!" She happily chirped, the family resemblance showing even more so now. Oikawa's did tend to lean towards the dramatic. His sister's long, slightly curly brunette hair and big brown eyes and impressive height for a lady went further to prove their relation. Oikawa wanted to laugh at the thought of Iwaizumi saying something like " And there's your shitty personalities too ". Burying his face back into his pillow, he let out a muffled groan.
" Fine, just, let me take a shower first at least."
After 'releasing' in the shower, Tooru blamed Iwaizumi for that whole situation. It's his fault for being so damn attractive in the first place and being a little tease!
The next day came and practice went on- with more than a few jokes aimed at Iwaizumi, but what else was new -and ended without much incident. Iwaizumi felt uneasy about seeing Oikawa again so soon after everything. At least they're not going to be alone and he'll have his sister there to calm his nerves. Yet Iwaizumi wouldn't put it past Oikawa to get touchy feely around two kids, so the presence of them won't offer much comfort. Oikawa had texted him last night that they should take the kids out to another ice rink, seeing as Iwa's sister will be getting out of hockey practice and Takeru apparently hasn't been skating much. Though himself and Oikawa would be just watching them, not skating themselves, and that left Hajime's head filling with the fact Oikawa will be right next to him the whole time… He can barely control himself around him as it is, the last thing he wants is to accidentally make out with Oikawa in front of his sister. Not because he has any 'image' to maintain in front of her, but because that's just plain embarrassing and awkward for everyone involved. He doesn't doubt Oikawa has no shame and wouldn't care if his nephew saw them kissing, seeing as he's the one who was more than okay with getting it on in an ice rink.
He just finished pulling on his hoodie outside of the locker room when the very man he was desperately trying to not think about called out to him. Oikawa's high, lilting voice carried down the hall, his perfectly styled hair bouncing, his lips pulled into a teasing grin. Damn it, he just wants to grind that stupid haughty expression into a mattress… Forcing the burning desire down, Iwaizumi tried to not let the fact Oikawa was holding his head in that infuriating manner get to him. At this rate, he'll have more to worry about than his sister seeing them kissing , he's ready to bend Oikawa over all over again. It's like no time has passed since last night's 'incident'. He grunted his greeting, pulling his bag up his shoulder as they got closer. Iwaizumi's eyes flicked down slightly to see the younger boy Oikawa was walking with. Ah, that must be Takeru. He almost had expected a mini Oikawa with stupidly nice hair and a pompous air with a grating smile. Instead, he was almost thrown off by the buzz cut and indifferent expression, the similarity being large, round eyes and a rounded face. Also, to Iwaizumi's slight frustration, Takeru seemed pretty tall and lanky for his age. Height must run in the family. A certain, wary curiosity shone in Takeru's darker eyes as he stared up at Iwaizumi.
" Iwa-chan, meet Takeru! Take-chan, Iwa-chan!" Oikawa cheerfully supplied, patting Takeru's shoulder hard enough to make him take a step forward. The younger Oikawa tilted his head down in a respectful bow, mumbling something in acknowledgement that Iwaizumi couldn't make out.
" Iwaizumi Hajime. Nice to meet you, your uncle had nothing but good things to say about you." He easily greeted, holding out a hand to Takeru with a warm smile, figuring it was better Takeru know his actual name. The last thing he needs is another Oikawa calling him 'Iwa-chan'. Said Oikawa looked at the offered hand skeptically, seeming to not know whether or not to trust Iwaizumi. Pulling a more serious expression, Iwaizumi leaned down towards Takeru, holding up his free hand to block his mouth from Oikawa's eyes. " I'm so sorry you have to deal with him for a uncle, you have my sympathy." Hajime whispered loudly, dropping his serious face to smile knowingly at Takeru, who's blank face lit up slightly, a small smile gracing his face. Iwaizumi ignored Oikawa's indignant gasp, standing back up, Takeru finally taking his hand now seeming to have decided to trust Iwaizumi.
" Takeru never smiles that quickly for someone! And at my expense no less! How rude! Why must we all pick on Oikawa-san?!" Oikawa whined, giving the two of them a put out glare, not looking like he enjoyed the amused looks the two were now sharing. It made Iwaizumi flattered to hear he brought Oikawa's nephew out of his shell quicker than anyone has, but he's always been surprisingly good with kids. That's probably due to him not treating them like kids and being as blunt with them as he is with everyone. Takeru tilted his head up to look at Oikawa, impassive as before.
" I like him, he's so much cooler than you, uncle." That got Oikawa to sputter in a combination of hurt and shock. Iwaizumi could only chuckle at that, amused that he got the approval of Takeru.
" I already like him more than you, he's not as loud and obnoxious as you, Noisykawa," Iwaizumi grunted in agreement, smirking at the way Takeru stared up at him with stars in his eyes. Oikawa was too busy stomping his foot like a petulant child, huffing with a " How mean! ". Thankfully they left to get his sister without further incident, Tooru pouting all the way there as expected.
Tooru had guessed Iwaizumi would be cute around his sister, but he wasn't prepared to witness something as tooth-rottingly adorable as this.
They walked down the hall of the tiny ice rink, children of different ages being led out by their parents rushing around them in a blur. It would be a miracle if they'd be able to spot the other Iwaizumi in this mess - Or so he thought. He was, in fact, very wrong and underestimated Hajime's 'big brother' senses. A sudden hand slapped his chest, halting him in his steps, making an indignant retort rise to his tongue only to be swallowed. The sight in front of him was too much. Hajime's whole face was lit up like the bright lights in a stadium, his mouth in a wide smile as he put a finger to his lips in a shushing motion. Oikawa watched wordlessly as the previously unflappable professional hockey player crouched down slightly, spreading his arms as he quietly creeped up behind a small girl. The family resemblance was impossible to miss; the girl had inky, short and slightly spiky hair, barely tanned skin. Her expression was set in a cute and familiar half pout, half scowl, her slightly thick eyebrows drawn together as she glared at the bag at her feet. A piercing squeal broke out, melting into light, bubbly laughs the same time Hajime's deep voice rumbled out, " Got'cha!". Tooru's heart was instantly melted at seeing Hajime lift her easily above his head, twirling her around as he all but glowed . Hearing Hajime's beautiful low gruff laughter paired with his sister's own just about killed him. If he had just a little less self restraint, he'd probably be tearing up and sighing dreamily at the sight of the siblings.
" Honestly sis, I'm disappointed. You're never going to catch me if you keep that up." Hajime teased, still twirling her, sometimes abruptly spinning the other way, her short hair ruffling.
" That's because you're a dirty cheater!" She cried out in defiance, trying for a pout that failed when another laugh bubbled out of her. The small girl settled for hitting Hajime's back and shoulder, squirming around. " Haj Haj! Put me down! You're a bully! A bully ! Haj Haj !" The older Iwaizumi only let out another swoon worthy laugh as he switched his grip to her hands, twirling her around once before easily pulling her close. This must've been a frequent thing, considering how effortlessly she settled her feet on top of Hajime's, pretty much waltzing with her brother. The way Hajime's sister looked up at him like he was her whole world made Tooru's heart swell. How can two people be so adorable ?! If anything, Iwaizumi looked all the more attractive to Tooru while being so cute with his sister.
" So, how'd practice go? Kick some ass?" Hajime hummed in question, smiling fondly down at her as he walked them around her bag without seeming to be thinking about it. The few people still mulling around gave the two looks that most likely mirrored Tooru's own. As if she didn't look enough like Hajime his sister beamed confidently up at him, it all too easy for Tooru to imagine that expression on a younger Hajime.
" Of course!" The young girl exclaimed, looking to puff up with pride before sending her brother a devious smile. " A girl who was bigger than me kept trying to push me around, so I full body checked her into the wall. She went crying off the rink~!" Tooru was vaguely disturbed how pleased with herself she sounded about having hurt a girl to the point of crying. Meanwhile Hajime snickered and offered a hand to fist bump her, pride clearly shining in his eyes.
" That's my girl, don't take none of that shit. Though don't start anything, you just make sure you finish it. And if anybody messes with you, I'll pay them a personal visit." Hajime's low, threatening tone only made his sister giggle cutely as Hajime's love for his baby sister practically spilled out from him. Tooru bit back a laugh at the thought of a little boy looking like fear personified with 'big brother Hajime' looming dangerously over him, the poor kid having crush on his sister. Without a doubt he'd be the type to do that. It's almost endearing.
Iwaizumi finally ended their little waltz, seeming to have remembered that they were still here as he turned toward them. Tooru did feel like they were intruding on a private moment, but it was too heartwarming to not watch their interaction. She seemed to notice his shift in attention, moving to stand at his side before quickly stepping slightly behind her brother as they walked up.
" Hiroko, this is Oikawa Tooru and Oikawa Takeru. Oikawa, Takeru, this is my sister Hiroko who claims that she'll be my successor and cut all of her nice long hair off to be like her big brother. " Iwaizumi introduced with a little light teasing, getting her to huff out a mumbled 'no I didn't..'. Hiroko only offered a small nod, her expression settling into that famous Iwaizumi scowl. Her wide, dark brown eyes locked on Oikawa, looking somewhat scared and distrusting, not even sparing a glance to Takeru. A small hand latched onto Iwaizumi's well muscled forearm, squeezing tightly in discomfort. Trying to not be too offended, Tooru reasoned that being a small girl and seeing a 6 foot some man could be a little intimidating. Putting on his most charming of smiles, Tooru crouched down to her level, watching her flinch towards her brother.
" I think your hair looks very nice, it suits a pretty girl like yourself." Tooru hummed, tilting his head in a disarming manner, cooing internally at the cute blush that settled across her ears. " You know, I happen to know a fair amount about hair myself! I could show you how to make it even prettier sometime if you want~!" He smoothly offered with a bright smile, throwing in a wink that had her blush creeping down to her cheeks. Being on the good side of his hopefully future lover's sister is always a plus, might as well start now. Hiroko looked just as harassed as Hajime had when he asked him out for their last date. If she ages anything like her older brother, she'll be quite the looker in her future. Hajime's going to have to beat admirers off with a stick if he plans on being so protective over her.
" Okay, time to stop harassing my sister. Let's get going now." Iwaizumi cut in, grabbing his sister's bag and slinging it over his shoulder as he started for the rink. Oikawa only mumbled that he wasn't harassing her, he was trying to get on her good side and he - thinks - he succeeded. It's not his fault that Iwa-chan turned out to be a kid whisperer, winning over Takeru and clearly being the world's best big brother to Hiroko. Never in his life would Oikawa have guessed straight laced, stiff, and gruff Iwaizumi Hajime , would have a way with kids and be so endlessly sweet and loveable around them. The point was driven further as Iwa-chan occasionally curled his arm as they walked to lift the still clinging Hiroko off her feet. It was an unconscious action no doubt, and she didn't squeal happily like before - but Oikawa figures that has something to do with being shy now that she knows they have company. Oikawa had to make an effort to stop himself from drooling at the way his muscles strained his sleeve as his delicious arm muscles flexed while lifting Hiroko.
" I had no idea you'd be so good with kids Iwa-chan," Oikawa murmured lowly, close to Iwaizumi's ear as he lightly knocked their shoulders together. " It's sweet." Iwaizumi offered nothing more than a noncommittal grunt and a half shrug in response. Humming, Oikawa nearly brushed his lips against Iwa-chan's ear as he spoke. " Reminds me why I was so attracted to you in the first place," He purred lowly, leaning back to drink in Iwaizumi's sputter and red shade creeping up his neck. The look he gave Oikawa copied Hiroko's harassed expression earlier, making Tooru chuckle.
As the two children got their skates on, Iwaizumi tried ignoring how Oikawa was looking at him, still struggling with not jumping him. Instead he focused on Takeru as the two stood up, Takeru giving Hiroko a curious look.
" You play hockey, right?" He asked, continuing when Hiroko nodded in confirmation. " Isn't hockey a little rough for a girl?" Silence swept over the four of them, the blunt, incredulous way the young Oikawa had said 'girl' made Iwaizumi's blood boil. He's dealt with a number of assholes who tried saying shit about his sister getting into hockey, saying that it wasn't 'lady like'. All of them were lucky he didn't knock their empty heads off their shoulders, and he's not above giving Takeru an ear full about respect. Even Oikawa looked ill, like he was mortified by what came out of his nephew's up, Hajime was fully ready to defend his sister when a small, warm hand rested gently on his forearm. Glancing down in confusion, Iwaizumi's blood ran cold at the sickly sweet smile Hiroko was giving Takeru, he can just feel the rage radiating off of her.
" Oh, I don't know," She hissed out, poison laced honey dripping off her words as her free hand balled into a trembling fist at her side. " Why don't I just kick your ass , and then you can tell me if hockey is too rough for a girl , huh~?" Hiroko spat, the heat in her eyes positively deadly as her smile twisted into a sneer. Takeru's eyes widened at the threat, his shoulders tensing as he stammered out an apology, looking considerably frightened now of a girl who barely came up to his chest. Hajime has to admit, his sister is strong for her age and size, with her wearing a tank top now, you can see the slight muscle she's sporting in her arms. 'Being lady like' has never been her thing - which came as a disappointment to their mother, who had hoped after having a burly boy, maybe she'd get some femininity in their household. Yet she indulged whatever Hiroko wanted and didn't force her to do anything she didn't want. When she first announced that she wanted to play hockey, their mother was the first to excitedly agree and tell her that she could pick out some nice, bright colored equipment. Hajime and their father were more hesitant at first, not wanting Hiroko to get injured like most hockey players do at some point.
Hajime bit back a laugh, having forgotten who he's dealing with. Hiroko has always been a force to be reckoned with, of course she'd hold her own when presented with an ignorant question. He swore he could hear Oikawa mumble something like ' violence runs in the family, that's cute' in amusement. Hiroko wasn't satisfied by the apology, crossing her arms over her chest - which means nothing good.
" I bet you have a tiny d- MHF?!" Hajime slapped his hand quickly over her mouth to cut off her scathing retort, guessing where that was going. He laughed awkwardly at the Oikawa's as she glared weakly up at him, deflating as the fight left her.
" O-kay! That's enough now, don't you think?" He said through gritted teeth, seeing that Oikawa was only barely holding off from laughing and would be no help, Takeru only looking unnerved. " We're all here to be friends ." Hajime emphasized, cutting a look down to Hiroko who only rolled her eyes at him. Quickly ushering them out onto the rink, the two of them seeming to be keeping a good distance apart from each other, still wary. Plus Hajime knows his sister is extraordinarily shy when it comes to meeting new people- he can't say much seeing as he was and still is , pretty shy himself -but really opens up once she's comfortable.
Iwaizumi tried his damnedest to ease up now that the two were calmly skating around, but the presence of Oikawa so close to him launched his better judgement out the window. His stupidly light and distinct smelling cologne was already going straight to Hajime's head, lighting his very veins on fire. Leaning heavily against the lower wall, Hajime hoped his blunt nails digging into his forearms would give him some illusion of restraint. Of course Oikawa wouldn't let that be the case, settling next to him leaning against the wall.
" They don't look like they're trying to rip each other's throats out, so that must mean something good! Though, little Hiro-chan looks to have scared him too much to have him be back talking her." Oikawa mused, his voice still purring in a way that Hajime doesn't know is intentional or not but it's not doing good things to him. Swallowing around his libido, he managed a weak nod, his voice strained slightly.
" Takeru didn't back talk me though." Iwaizumi pointed out, not able to imagine stoic Takeru being mouthy with people. The huff of laughter next to him said otherwise. He could see Oikawa flipping his annoyingly bouncy hair out of his eyes in his peripheral.
" Please, you're nearly as tall as me and you're built like a brick wall, he's not stupid Iwa-chan. He has eyes and can see the muscle you're packing." Oikawa spelled out, speaking as if it were an obvious observation and Iwaizumi was dense for not knowing. Tooru punctuated his statement by playfully knocking shoulders again, jolts of electricity going through him at the action. " Despite his insistence to shave his lovely Oikawa family hair, which is a mistake, he'd look so nice with dark, curly hair. He complains that it gets in his face too much and is annoying when he's playing volley ball. So Nee-san shaves it. Shame really." Oikawa continued, sounding huffy as they both watched the kids skate around.
" Can't blame him- I'm annoyed by your hair too." Besides the little indignant squawk he let out, Oikawa didn't dignify his insult with a reply. Iwaizumi had prayed this meant Oikawa was going to pout the rest of the time and not tempt him to do indecent things in public. A warm hand brushed across his back, slender fingers wrapping around the railing next to his own hand as his heart leaped into his throat. The owner of the hand pressed against his side, the other man's body heat seeping into him despite his hoodie. Wow, is it just Hajime, or is it extremely hard to breathe all of a sudden…? That damn cologne assaulted his senses again, his blood spiking in his veins, praying his eyes weren't dilated. Oikawa's hip was digging into his own, his hands gripping the railing tighter to keep them there and not grabbing those stupid hips of his and grinding against them. This is completely intentional, he doesn't need to be this close. He didn't need to all but cage Hajime against the wall, his firm arm burning across his back in a way that feels way too good. Hot breath blew over his neck, his fingers twitching to just grab this idiot and smash their mouths together in a bruising kiss.
Determined not to let Oikawa have the satisfaction of getting him hot and bothered, Iwaizumi slyly slid a hand away from the railing, moving it to slip into Oikawa's back pocket. A familiar warmth quickly enveloped his palm while Oikawa gasped at the feeling, snapping his head over to give Iwaizumi a look. Shrugging nonchalantly, Iwaizumi 'innocently' curled his fingers in a motion that was suspiciously close to a grope.
" My hand was cold," He mumbled out, voice so thick with arousal that he almost would've guessed that it was someone else speaking. The corner of his lip twitched with the threat of pulling into a grin at catching how red Oikawa had gotten next to him.
" You're wearing a hoodie, put your hands in the pocket." His complaint fell extremely short of sounding remotely upset with how quiet and strained it was. A thrill ran through Hajime at knowing he can actually get Oikawa as flustered as he makes him. It's about time for some payback.
" Your ass is warmer than my hoodie." Oikawa choked at that, sufficiently shutting up as they both looked out at the ice, not really paying attention to anything but each other.
" Hey, why's your brother so close to my uncle? They dating?" Takeru spoke up for the first time since they made it out onto the ice, Hiroko humming in question. Following Takeru's line of sight, she saw her brother pressed up against Tooru's side, his ears distinctly red and one of his hands suspiciously unaccounted for. Tooru's arm was all but wrapped around Hajime and red stained his pale skin much like Hajime's ears. Hiroko caught how her brother's eyes seemed to twinkle as they glanced over to Tooru, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. Ah . That explains a lot. He must have a crush on Tooru then, not that it makes a difference to her since Tooru seemed nice enough.
" I don't know, but if they're not, they should be. The way Hajime's looking at him is almost sickenly cute. I haven't seen him look at anyone like that. It's like Oikawa-san just painted the sky." Hiroko mused aloud, Takeru giving a little hum in agreement as they both kept observing them. Hajime looked to have mumbled something to which Tooru knocked his head back with laughter, Hajime watching him with great fondness.
" Uncle Tooru is definitely turning up his charm too. All he ever talks about is his 'Iwa-chan' who has to be Hajime. He hasn't pursued anyone this hard ever if he's been after him since he first started his whining. He doesn't play desperate...Must really like your brother," Takeru explained, breaking his eyes away from their two older relatives to look down at Hiroko. Suddenly, she got a brilliant idea, looking up at Takeru with a face splitting grin that was more than a little devious.
" What'dya say we make a bet on how long until they either do it or finally go out?" Hiroko offered with a tilt of her head, throwing Takeru a challenging look. It only took him a second before he had a grin on of his own.
" You're on!" They shook hands on it, laughing together as they snuck another look to the two oblivious subjects of their wagers. All their past transgressions were forgotten as they cheerfully discussed the terms of the bet and the prize and punishment with a new energy to their skating. To say the two on the side of the rink were confused by their sudden friendship would be an understatement.
Especially when they bumped fists and exchanged declarations of winning something once it was time to go.
(" Kids these days, huh? "
" You sound like an old man Trashykawa."
" Rude!" )
Over the course of the following couple of weeks after their 'second date' Iwaizumi and Oikawa went on a couple more real dates. Going to the movies to watch whatever alien movie Oikawa had been gushing about, out for coffee when they both had a break in practice, to a couple restaurants Oikawa had sworn by, out to a bar once but Iwaizumi made sure neither of them had too much considering they both had practice the next day. It was… comfortable. Even though Iwaizumi now had no idea what this did to their relationship. Those were things you do with people you're dating but… they're not dating- at least not to Hajime's knowledge, he certainly wasn't informed of such. The fact that they kiss every time after they say their goodbyes doesn't help Hajime's internal crisis of their status.
Chalking it up to Oikawa being his usual touchy self, Iwaizumi shrugged off the matter to focus on getting himself and his team prepared for their next game. It was going well too, until they had a rare visit from their frantic coach- he trusts Iwaizumi to manage the team and checks up on them frequently and is there for all their games and press conferences.
Irihata looked over to tense Iwaizumi and grimaced. It can't be good… The bomb dropped when Irihata opened his mouth.
" The media is here." The whole team collectively paled, knowing with the media comes difficult questions and headlines twisted out of proportion. It's especially bad if they pop in barely announced. " I managed to hold them off for a minute but I told security to let them in after five minutes so they'll be coming any minute." As if on cue, a lady in a pretty suit burst in with a cameraman trailing her- it took everything in Iwaizumi to not pull a face.
After accepting a few lies about only asking a few questions and being 'sorry' about intruding on their practice time, Iwaizumi stiffly stood next to the well dressed woman in front of the camera. It's times like this that Hajime really wishes he wasn't captain. They rarely want to talk to anyone but the coach and captain, not caring about Iwaizumi's lack of skill in handling interviews.
Hajime found himself awkwardly laughing, pasting on another small smile at the reporter's attempt at a joke, scratching the side of his nose out of nervous habit. They'd discussed all they could about the team and hockey, and this would be the time they'd throw you off after getting cozy with the easy questions. As if reading his mind, the reporter's smile turned the slightest bit sly.
" So, if you don't mind my asking Iwaizumi-san, do you know Oikawa Tooru?" Hajime just about choked on his heart that had leapt into this throat. How do they know?! Is there some sort of reporting mind reading skill he should be made aware of? These people always seem to pick out what Hajime is stressing over and question him about it.
" Uhm, yes?" The lit at the end of his sentence made it into a question which isn't usually good because reporters will eat it up and shove more questions at you. Yet he honestly had no idea where she was going with this and how Oikawa was brought into this conversation. His heart was hammering in his chest, praying that he was wrong about the whole mind reading thing because fuck the way he thinks about Oikawa- especially in bed -should be kept solely to himself.
" You two are pretty close friends, wouldn't you say?" If by close you mean make out aggressively while floating somewhere between friends and lovers .
" Uh, we're friends, yeah."
" Not, more than friends?"
" Just friends."
" Are you aware that your fans have collectively assumed the two of you are in a relationship and have given you two a couple name? Iwaoi?" The blood ran from Iwaizumi's face in an attempt to flee the reporter's positively man eating expression. How do fans figure these things out so quickly?! Did he really seem love struck? Did Oikawa?! How did they know that they've been going out on dates recently?
" U-Um-"
" Oikawa-san has been posting quite a few pictures of the two of you looking to be going out on dates, but hasn't responded to any of the questions fans have been asking about your relationship." She cut in holding up a phone for Iwaizumi to look at, what was apparently one of Oikawa's social media accounts open. He remembers Oikawa always insisting on taking a picture with him during all of their dates, but he didn't know that fucker was posting all of them. It's no wonder they all got the wrong- is it really wrong though…? -idea about them.
On the screen was Oikawa with his arm wrapped around Iwaizumi's shoulders, holding him close enough that their cheeks were almost touching. Outside of frame Iwaizumi knows his own arm was wrapped firmly around Oikawa's waist. They were in one of the restaurants Oikawa insisted on, Tooru flashing a wide smile and peace sign while Iwaizumi looked exasperated despite the faint smile on his lips. The comment above the picture read, " Date night with a certain someone~! Already know the food will be good because the great Oikawa-san always picks the best places!". The comments under the photo were things like, ' wait, a date date?' ' they have to be dating!' ' Go Oikawa~ did he finally manage to seduce Iwaizumi?!'. The following post was a candid picture of himself hunched over his bowl of food, spoon in his mouth with Oikawa's comment being, " See~ he shouldn't have doubted my tastes! 3". That only proved that they were the only two eating together, not being able to pass it off as a night with friends, the fans commenting such. He scrolled through to see all of their dates posted, pictures of Oikawa and Iwaizumi holding up drinks to the camera, the two of them in front of movie posters, and more candid photos of Iwaizumi littered the account. Try as he might, he wasn't completely able to push away the heat rising to his face at seeing countless comments of ' please let iwaoi be a thing '.
" We-we're just friends." He choked out, handing the phone back like it had burned him. Oh, he'll kill Oikawa for this… Yet at the same time, he's kind of… glad that Oikawa seems excited enough about their relationship that he'd post so much about it. It gives him hope that he's not the only one wanting this to be something, and… it also terrifies him at the possible negative reactions people might have towards it. Iwaizumi doesn't want to put Oikawa through that… to be the reason hatred might be aimed towards Oikawa.
( He had no idea Oikawa was streaming the interview on his phone after catching word Iwaizumi was going to be on. Or that Oikawa's smile wavered every time the word ' friend' came out of Iwaizumi's mouth to describe their relationship.)
Hajime was still tense after the interview ended, feeling as violated as he usually does after doing things like that. He was tense throughout practice and on his way home, feeling strangely flustered and horrified over Oikawa's vague recounts of their dates. Something in him was disgusted at how many times he called Oikawa just his friend when he knows damn well they're past that. Or he thinks they are... hopes they are? Running a frustrated hand through his thick hair, he suppressed the urge to scream at having reached this line of thinking yet again. Iwaizumi should just man up and ask Oikawa what they are instead of playing a guessing game, he knows this. It's just that it's Oikawa and he makes Iwaizumi stupidly nervous for reasons beyond him. He hasn't gotten this serious with anyone since a fleeting relationship in high school. It's dizzying.
All of his thoughts halted and spiraled out of control at seeing a tall, lithe frame leaning against his door, looking too fucking seductive for his own good. Hajime's mouth went dry, still standing a good distance away from his own apartment, thoughts of bending Oikawa over flooding his mind. Oikawa's hands were in his pockets, long, graceful legs stretched out in front of him, his head tilted to the side to reveal his neck that begs to be marked, his eyes burning with a very clear desire. Iwaizumi felt like an invisible force was trying to pull him towards Oikawa, like he was fated to gravitate towards him like the blinding star he is. His feet stayed planted right where he had froze all the same, fighting the overwhelming urge to get closer to him. Something about Oikawa right now screamed danger to Iwaizumi, telling him to not make any move closer to him if he knows what's good for himself. Hajime let out a shuddering breath, taking that step closer, the sexual tension almost palpable as he swallowed thickly. Oikawa languidly moved from the door as Iwaizumi walked up to it, fumbling as he tried getting his keys out without looking as eager to get the door open as he felt.
" Why are you here?" He questioned, not able to stand the way Tooru was staring at him without wanting to throw him up against the wall right there in the hallway. Possibly giving his neighbors a show isn't something he wants to ever do. Even his question did nothing to cut the unsaid promise sitting heavy in the air between them. It curled around them, threatening to choke him as his heart raced.
" I need a reason?" The normally teasing remark lost all playfulness with how low his voice was, no usual lit in it. His words sent a thrill down his spine, hardly able to breathe with this atmosphere. Never has he been this eager for potential sex, any previous reservations he might have had evaporated the second he saw Oikawa against his door. Damn it, why is it so hard to get his fingers to fucking work the key into the lock -
" Yes," Hajime breathed the same time the lock clicked open and he opened the door, not sure if he was saying yes to his question or something entirely different. At this point, he was positive neither of them bothered to figure out which yes he meant. As soon as the door was open, Oikawa's hand grabbed the front of his shirt, forcing him inside quickly. Watching Oikawa deftly close and lock the door with one hand like he's done this a million times before was oddly extremely sexy to Hajime.
" I'll give you a reason," Tooru purred out under his breath, his mouth on Hajime's in the next second, roughly shoving him up against the wall. Slender fingers grabbed at his hair, deepening the kiss with such a sense of urgency that made Hajime curse their clothes vehemently for not allowing their bodies to be touching. It took Iwa no time at all to return the kiss in earnest, grabbing Oikawa's stupidly perfect hair only to tug at it hard enough to drag a gasp out of Tooru. Muffled moans, lewd smacking of lips, and their hurried breaths filled the apartment, Iwaizumi snatching a hold of Oikawa's shirt, pulling hard enough to make Oikawa press flush against him. Flicking his tongue out, he licked at Oikawa's lower lip, slipping in as soon as those lips parted for him. Drinking in the groan Tooru gave him, Hajime flipped them so he was the one pinning Tooru to the wall. He let go of his hair only to dig his fingers into Oikawa's narrow hips, the little gasp that got him going straight to his cock. He could feel Tooru's hard on pressing against his leg, his own pants straining painfully. Tooru turned his head to break their heated kiss, breathing heavily with a flushed face that only made Iwaizumi want to pull him back in for another kiss.
" Are… are you okay? You know...with this ?" He breathed out, voice thick with arousal as he desperately searched Hajime's eyes for a sign that this was going to be something more. In lieu of gracing him with a proper response, Hajime grabbed Tooru's ass, rolling his hips sensually against his. Oikawa's hands immediately clawed at his shoulder's, head kicking back as he keened loudly. Something tells Hajime his neighbors are going to find out he's gay tonight…
Their shoes were quickly kicked off as they stumbled into the living room, hands groping and sliding under clothing. Hajime popped a couple buttons of Oikawa's shirt open to ravish his neck, running his tongue along the smooth skin, nipping here and there. When his fingers couldn't work the buttons fast enough, Iwa let out a low growl against his shoulder, grabbing the offending material only to effortlessly rip it open. Not caring about the buttons that popped off, he ripped Oikawa's shirt off of him so he could appreciate the coiled muscle it had been hiding. Iwa let himself be pushed onto the couch with Oikawa on top of him. Hajime's heart stuttered out of time at hot lips pressing to his ear, hands gripping his hips hard enough to leave bruises.
" You're so lucky that was hot. You still owe me a new shirt." The low pitch of Oikawa's voice only made Iwaizumi have to swallow a moan, bucking his hips to get back to the task at hand. His action drew breathy groans from the both of them, their lips meeting in another fervent kiss. The feeling of Oikawa's warm hands running along his body felt so unbelievably good that Iwaizumi forgot why he had been afraid of this in the first place. Soon his shirt was thrown somewhere in his living room, both of their hands working at each other's pants, trying to get them off and rut against each other all at once. Oikawa elicited a rumbling groan from Iwaizumi as he moved to bite at his neck, tongue licking the reddened skin, his breathing getting considerably faster. His hips lifted to let Oikawa slide his pants off without him thinking about it or thinking he should be embarrassed. The low moan of approval from Oikawa just made him pissed off that he's still half dressed.
" Off," Hajime growled into Oikawa's ear, shoving his hands under both his pants and underwear, roughly shoving them down around his thighs. Oikawa's groan vibrated against his throat, his back muscles flexing before he sat back to kick off the last of his clothing. Despite his flushed face being the definition of turned on, Oikawa smirked down at Iwaizumi- who now was getting what Oikawa thought he was going to be doing -before leaning down to kiss messily down his chest. Hajime bit his lip to keep from voicing the embarrassing sound he almost made at Oikawa grabbing his thighs, moving between them.
" Iwa-chan's so good looking~," He purred, breath blowing over his slick skin, cooling it and making goosebumps appear. Iwa felt his muscles tremble at the stimulation, trying to focus so he could stop this before he gets to the point of no return.
" O-Oikawa," Iwa wanted to wince at how husky his voice had gotten thanks to how painfully aroused he was. " I've always topped before," He got out, finding it hard to focus when those fucking hands were tracing his muscles and giving sensitive places feather light touches. A scowl immediately overtook his face through his lusty haze at Oikawa actually laughing at him not wanting to bottom.
" And so do I Iwa-chan! But tonight you get the pleasure of getting ravished by me." A surge of anger induced dominance swelled in him, sick of Oikawa always being the one to mess with him. Like fuck he's getting control of the bedroom too. He's been wanting to grind that stupid smirk into the mattress for a long time now, and like hell he's gonna bottom now that he has the opportunity. Wrapping his legs around Oikawa's waist and grabbing his shoulders, Iwaizumi easily flipped them. The man now under him let out a yelp of surprise, blinking owlishly up at him as Hajime settled between his legs. Leaning down, he spoke against Oikawa's lips, his fingers pressing against the well defined muscle of his thighs.
" I. Top, " Hajime growled out, Oikawa's breath stuttering as his legs quivered. A weak, shaky laugh came out of Tooru while his hands grabbed at the couch.
" But Iwa-cha-AH, fuck !" Hajime cut off his protest by leaning down and biting down on the inside of his thigh, sucking and running his tongue across it until it had become a dark mark. His eyes glanced back up at Oikawa, finding that his head had lolled back against the arm of the couch, fingers twitching at his sides. His new lover's chest was heaving with his panting, a small whine working past his lips. Moving up, Iwa kissed his way down Oikawa's chest, feeling the muscle flex and tremble under his lips, breathy noises leaving Tooru. He switched from kissing to lightly biting and licking once he got down to Oikawa's hip, sensually running his tongue over the bruised skin. Hajime was purposely avoiding where he knows Oikawa wants him, said man squirming as his lips slowly got closer to his groin. He almost felt mean at the broken call of 'Iwa-chan' his teasing earned him, his thighs quivering in Hajime's hands. " P-Please Iwa- god please I need you to -" Oikawa groaned out, bucking his hips insistently.
Iwaizumi finally looked over Oikawa, surprised at seeing how flushed his face had gotten, pressed against his shoulder to muffle his pleased sounds. Lowering his gaze slightly, Iwa was greeted with a sight that made his groin throb painfully. He wasn't sure if he should be flattered by how wet Oikawa had gotten from just a little teasing, pre-cum dripping from his throbbing, neglected length, pooling on Tooru's stomach. Oikawa tilted his head to look up at Hajime because of his pause, his chocolate eyes glazed over, pale skin dusted pink, perfect hair a mess. He really looks too damn attractive, Hajime has half the mind to skip foreplay and fuck him into his couch. If he wasn't enjoying this so much, he probably would, but this is their first time together. It should be a little nicer than a straight up fuck. Licking his lips, Hajime couldn't help himself from dipping down to run his tongue over Tooru's slick stomach, the muscles underneath twitching in surprise. He could feel Oikawa's cock bob against his cheek, smearing some pre-cum against it. Pulling away, he swallowed what he had in his mouth, not hating the salty taste it left in his mouth, licking his lips before wiping it off of his cheek with his finger, sucking it off. The strained moan of pleasure from the man under him drew his attention back, Oikawa's head lolling back against the couch again, hands clawing helplessly against the cushion.
" Fucking hell Hajime, you're going to kill me if you do that again . That was stupidly erotic," Oikawa moaned out, panting to catch his breath, writhing thanks to barely getting any touch. The thought that Hajime could most likely make Oikawa cum without even touching him made a new wave of heat roll over Hajime. Hearing his name work over those sinful lips didn't help the wetness he started to feel in his briefs. Deciding to be a little nicer, he leaned down to Oikawa's abused cock, flicking his tongue out to lick a stripe from the base to tip, oh so slowly. If his mouth wasn't occupied, he might've laughed at how Oikawa's hips jerked at the sensation, trying to urge Hajime's pace to hurry up. Once he got to the head, he wrapped his lips around as little of it as possible, sucking and swirling his tongue around it. His actions earned him more pre-cum spilling into his mouth, along with Tooru's noises going up both an octave and a notch in volume. Oikawa's hands found his hair again, tugging to encourage him to take him in fully, but Hajime only pulled away with an obscene, wet 'pop'.
He could feel Oikawa's eyes on him as he opened his mouth, spitting out the pre-cum that spilled in his mouth over his fingers, coating them generously. Tooru could only whimper at the scene, his length throbbing woefully between his perfect thighs. If his eyes weren't burning with such unbridled lust, Hajime might feel bad for him, but he knows he'll make up for the teasing in a second. Bending down, Iwa pressed their lips together for a short, searing kiss, almost caving to the wanting look Oikawa threw him. Instead he pushed his leg back to get better access, a surprised yelp slipping out of Tooru.
" Relax," Hajime mumbled soothingly, understanding flashing in Oikawa's eyes once he pressed a finger against his entrance. He bit down on Tooru's neck the same time he eased his finger in, a twinge of guilt flaring up at the pained hiss he let out, quickly adding another finger just to get it over with. Thankfully Oikawa stayed relaxed, pressing back on his fingers to let Hajime know he was fine to move. Tooru's back arched as he thrusted his fingers, pressing against different parts each time, trying to find that one spot-
" HAJIME, fuck! Iwa-chan, a-ahh~! " Fingers clawed at his back as Tooru's explicit yells reached a new volume, his hips bucking and rocking hard onto Hajime's fingers. He couldn't help but smirk against Oikawa's neck, curling his fingers press on his prostate, stroking it slowly. This time Tooru couldn't form words, broken cries ripping from his throat, his back arching beautifully again as his hands grabbed at his back and shoulders for purchase. Busying himself with messily kissing over Oikawa's collarbone and chest, Hajime drank in every moan and cry he brought out of Oikawa. His briefs have become uncomfortably slick now, his arousal straining against the material, almost painfully hard at this point. Pulling his fingers out of Oikawa, he replaced them by grinding his clothed erection over Oikawa's, rolling his hips in a painfully slow pace. His breath was shaky against Oikawa's skin, holding back from full on rutting against him. This is supposed to be driving Oikawa crazy, but Hajime's doing a good job of driving himself crazy. " I-I-Iwa-ch-chan, I'm- you need to- close -" Tooru drawled, a shiver going through the body under him. Reluctantly he pulled away from Oikawa, glancing down at his briefs, almost embarrassed about the darker spot all around the crotch revealing what teasing Oikawa had done to himself. Standing up, Hajime pulled down his underwear, hissing at the cooler air hitting his arousal as he ridded himself of his ruined briefs. What he wasn't ready for was a guttural noise coming from Oikawa, his eyes snapping back to the figure on his couch. Tooru's half lidded eyes roamed over the newly revealed part of him, his teeth worrying his bottom lip.
" My god , you're so fucking hot ," Oikawa moaned out, slowly dragging his gaze back up to Hajime's eyes, his ears burning at what Oikawa had meant. Suppressing the urge to cover himself, he gestured to the vague direction of his bedroom.
" Bed," He grunted eloquently, mind too far in the gutter to manage proper speech. At least Oikawa was also too far gone to make fun of him for his sudden lack of vocabulary. Tooru sat up, grabbing his pants and digging in the pocket, pulling out a couple shiny packets. Hajime felt an embarrassed heat crawl up his neck at realizing they were condoms- meaning Oikawa had planned for this. He's not sure why that thought makes him so flustered, but it does. Iwaizumi huffed, frowning down at Oikawa, pissed off that he somehow knew . " You have condoms just on you? You're horrible." He mumbled, Tooru flashing him a grin, shrugging his shoulders as he struggled to stand.
" I call it being hopeful," Tooru breathed, his thighs quivering as he stood, looking barely strong enough to hold him upright currently. " I've carried condoms on me for a while now, for this very reason. That way we could enjoy ourselves completely," He said easily, as if it isn't mortifying that he's been waiting for this day, eagerly preparing just encase Hajime caved earlier on.
" I can't believe you… just, come on."
" If I can even walk." Oikawa joked, holding onto the couch as he tried to get his legs to cooperate with him, weak from overstimulation. Hajime had far too little patience to deal with waiting so he took the matter into his own hands, heaving Oikawa up and getting his legs to wrap around his waist. A squeak slipped out of him in the process, his arms quickly wrapping around Hajime's neck as he quickly started carrying him to the bedroom. Iwa couldn't help but nip at Oikawa's exposed neck, hot gasps breathed into his ear, their body heat melting into each other. As he walked to the bedroom, Tooru bounced slightly, creating a delicious friction against his arousal that had him biting back groans. Tooru's own erection was rubbing against his abs, high whimpers revealing it wasn't doing good things to him either. It was a bittersweet relief to finally drop Oikawa onto his bed, quickly following him. Iwa was kissing down his body again, pausing to pay extra attention to the marks now littered over the once perfect skin. Taking the condoms from Oikawa, he kept one and blindly tossed the other's to his nightstand, skillfully ripping open the small packet with his teeth.
" ...That was hot," Oikawa breathed, dilated eyes watching Iwaizumi's every movement as his hand went down to slide it over his length. Tooru's tongue darted out to lick his lips, his eyes flicking up to lock with Hajime's. " Glad I picked the right size, I was worried it was going to be just wishful thinking," He practically whispered, that hungry look returning full force sending a shiver down Iwa's spine. Feeling another surge of dominance, Hajime leaned down so his lips were almost touching Oikawa's.
" Turn over, Tooru ," Hajime purred, his voice dipping low and sultry. Their closeness let him feel Oikawa's shuddering breath blow over his lips before he slowly complied. Tooru's hands grasped at the sheets, the muscles in his back jumping as they tensed up. Another squeak slipped out of Tooru as Hajime roughly grabbed his hips to lift them higher into the air. His hands kneaded his perfectly round ass, drawing out a small keen while he admired the gorgeous man he'll be able to call his lover after tonight. A almost nervous laugh worked out of Oikawa, sounding not at all humorous.
" I wasn't kidding when I said I don't bottom. Ha, my heart is pounding…" Tooru mumbled against the pillow, the tips of his ears blossoming red. " It's your fault for being fucking hot as hell, I can't fucking think and it's driving me crazy. I'm not sure if I'm nervous about it hurting, or if I'm nervous because I'm afraid I don't bottom well and leave you of all people unsatisfied… I-I just-" A yelp ended his little rant, caused by the light slap to the ass Hajime gave him. He pressed a kiss to Oikawa's flushed ear, trailing his hands up and down the skater's sides.
" You know you never stop talking when you're nervous? Just shut up," Iwaizumi murmured into his ear, no heat behind his words. " You don't have to be nervous around me or work to 'impress' me. You think our relationship hangs on you being a good lay or not? If all I cared about was sex I would've fucked you into next week when you approached me that first time." A small gasp cued him to continue on, moving to place soft kisses to Oikawa's shoulder. " I care about you Tooru, I wouldn't have gone on all those dates and put up with you if I wasn't invested in you and this relationship," Hajime could feel the tension slowly leave Tooru's body, his hands loosening their death grip on his sheets. " So stop overthinking stupid shit while we're making love, you're perfect Tooru."
"... The name thing is totally unfair…" He mumbled into the pillow, his voice suspiciously wobbly, as if he's about to cry. Knowing Oikawa, that probably isn't far from the truth. Smiling, Hajime placed another sweet kiss on Tooru's jaw before pulling back.
" Good, then you know how I felt when you moaned out my name earlier," Hajime pulled Oikawa completely out of his little moment by biting down on the soft flesh of his ass. A sharp gasp melted into a throaty moan when he sucked, pulling away only to trace his tongue around the dark, possessive mark. The thought that Oikawa's fellow skaters might see all the love bites he's given him never crossed Iwa's mind, most likely do to the stream of muffled moans it gets him. Feeling mean again, Hajime teasingly flicked his tongue over Tooru's entrance, hearing him suck in air with his hips jumped at the sensation. Deciding against eating him out right now, he reached his hand around to run along Tooru's slick length, bringing his hand back to slick himself up while Oikawa whimpered at the teasing.
Hajime leaned back over Tooru, pressing the head of his cock against him, placing reassuring kisses on the back of Oikawa's neck. He murmured sweet nothing's in Tooru's ear, slowly pushing in, wincing at the sharp, almost choking breath he took in, his body tensing before forcibly relaxing as his breath came in short huffs. Iwaizumi couldn't help the deep groan that came up from the bottom of his chest as Tooru's tight warmth enveloped him, it was almost too tight. A tremble went down his back as he restrained himself from roughly thrusting in, not wanting to end up hurting him. Hajime's own breath hitched as he buried his face in Tooru's neck, it only giving him a lung full of the skater's intoxicating scent, his eyes closing tightly . A chant of, ' don't fuck this up, don't fuck this up, it's your first fucking time together, don't fuck it up Hajime ' kept him from just doing him hard like his body's telling him to. Another gasp of breath choked out of him as his eyes shot open at Oikawa shoving his hips back, taking the rest of Hajime in at once. The overwhelming sensation of the pulsing heat around him left Iwaizumi's mind reeling, his blunt nails dragging down Oikawa's sides as he moaned out.
" Move Hajime, you're not going to break me," Tooru's voice was nearly a whisper, Iwaizumi shuddering at hearing his name in that completely unfair voice when he's inside of him. He couldn't even choke out a response before Oikawa pulled his hips forward and slammed them back against his hips. His body decided it didn't need any more encouraging, Hajime's hips moving on their own in a slow pace. Tooru moaned into the pillow, his hands splaying out on the sheets, pawing at them desperately. Hajime tried to get his panting under control, his breath blowing over Oikawa's neck in a way that got him to shiver.
" If you keep doing that, this'll end up getting rough,"
" Maybe I want you to be rough with me," A growl slipped out involuntarily from Hajime, surprising himself with how much his blood was boiling. Fuck, does he want to just fuck him until he sees stars…
Sitting back, Iwa moved his hands back to rest on Tooru's hips, his head lolling back as he dared to pull back even more before thrusting back in. The up in pace had Oikawa tightening his grip on the comforter, his muffled moans getting louder. Hajime doesn't need to see himself to know his eyes are dark with lust, his parted lips letting gruff groans slip out. White hot pleasure spikeing in his veins, leaving him stripped down to nothing but carnal desire. His fingers twitched, gripping Tooru's hips tighter as he thrusted into him harder, having at least enough sense to angle his hips. It wasn't hard to figure out when he hit Tooru's sweet spot, his head kicking back, allowing his loud moan to be heard in all it's glory. It sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his groin, giving him the sudden need to hear every last noise Tooru makes. Reaching out, he laced his fingers in Oikawa's soft locks, roughly pulling his head back out of the pillow to catch his whimper at the action.
" Don't hide your voice from me," He ordered huskily, punctuating his sentence with an especially hard thrust into Oikawa's prostate, the noise he made not able to be classified as human. Hajime could feel Oikawa's legs tremble, his hurried breath loud as he all but purred.
" Fuck, Hajime, H-Hajime, please , fuck, harder, faster , I need you Hajime !" Oikawa trailed off into a garbled chanting of 'Hajime' along with the occasional plea of him going harder. Hearing his name whimpered fueled the burning inside of Hajime, complying eagerly as he pounded into Tooru. Iwa sloppily kissed along Oikawa's shoulder blades, groaning as Oikawa's moans bordered on being yells. He wanted to cry out at feeling Oikawa get even tighter around him, the noise catching in his throat, only leaving as a broken 'Fuck'.
Hurriedly flipping Oikawa onto his back, he pushed up his legs to wrap around his waist before thrusting deeply back in. His bed protested at his quick thrusts, but it could barely be heard over Oikawa's yells of ecstasy as he hit his prostate even better at this angle. Hajime rested his forehead against Oikawa's taking in his flushed face, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, tears collecting in the corners of his dark eyes. He even caught a tiny bit of drool at the corner of his mouth, not finding it as gross as he should. Oikawa was beautiful even when looking as wrecked as he does now. Catching his lips for a messy kiss, Hajime moved his hips as fast as he could, feeling the familiar burn of release building up. Tooru clawed frantically at his back, arching up beautifully as he cried out loud enough that it's impossible his neighbor's didn't hear.
" Hajime! Hajime, I'm- Iwa- Hajime, I'm going to- " Oikawa just about screamed his name as he came, spilling over himself, Hajime seeing stars as Oikawa clamped down around him. With another desperate thrust, he groaned out Tooru's own name as his orgasm hit him hard . His body shook as his climax swept over him, his hips still jerking as he rode out his high. Iwaizumi's arms gave up on the task of holding him up, crumpling against Oikawa as they both tried to catch their breaths. He hardly could bring himself to care about the uncomfortable slick feeling of cum between them. Breathing in Tooru's comforting scent, he placed lazy kisses along his hickey covered neck. He could only hum in question as Tooru shook with badly suppressed laughter. " I'm so glad I waited for that," Oikawa breathed, his voice hoarse thanks to his yelling, his fingers dancing across Hajime's back. Pulling out of him with a grunt, Iwa lightly smacked Oikawa's thigh before rolling off of him to lay beside him.
" Yeah, and now all my neighbors know I'm gay thanks to you, you dick," Iwa grumbled, no real heat in his words, instead a tired sort of fondness. Of course Oikawa only laughed at his misfortune, not having to be the one who'll be getting strange looks from his neighbors. Tooru turned on his side to face Iwa, a real smile gracing his lips as he reached out to walk his fingers up Hajime's abs.
" It's your fault for being so sexy, Iwa-chan~!" He purred out, tracing patterns on Hajime's chest with a long finger. Trying to not get going again, Iwa rolled his eyes at Oikawa, batting his hand away as he got off the bed, his legs unsteady for a minute.
" We're both gross right now and you won't be sleeping in my bed covered in cum, so I'll be right back," Hajime slipped off and tossed his condom into his waste basket as he made his way out of the bedroom, Tooru's hum following him as he left.
Hajime quickly retrieved both their phones from the living room before he ducked into the bathroom. A heat rose to his face as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, his hair a wild mess, eyes still dilated, lips a bruised red, a couple hickeys littering his neck and abs, Tooru's cum clinging to his stomach. Not to mention how much lighter Hajime feels, feeling a bubbly excitement in his chest, heart fluttering like a teenage girl. Fuck, it's been a long time since he's been laid… Running a hand through his unruly hair, he quickly cleaned himself off, annoyed by how fucking giddy he feels. Sighing, his eyes slid back to their phones, remembering the conversation he had with his teammates a couple weeks ago. Worrying his bottom lip, he hurriedly grabbed his phone, opening his messages before quickly typing out two words before he could think better of it.
To: That Meme fuck
Home run.
Burying his red face in his hands, Hajime debated on if sending that to Hanamaki was really the best decision. He at least hopes that he said the correct thing, still not completely sure about the baseball metaphor, but chancing a guess at this being what a 'home run' was. Well, nothing he can do about it now that it was sent. Knowing Makki, he'll first tell Mattsun and then the rest of the team will know. At least hopefully with this they'll stay out of his love life.
( Little did he know, Makki and Mattsun were promptly losing their shit as they both doubled over laughing after seeing the blunt and cute attempt their captain sent them. Their movie was forgotten as they both laughed as Makki started typing up a group text to their team about their innocent captain's loss of virginity, already setting up a bet over who topped who.)
After gaining control over his flushed face, Iwa returned back to the bed room, phones and wash cloth in hands. He paused at Oikawa being nowhere in site, a sick feeling churning in his stomach before movement caught his eye. His balcony's curtains were fluttering in the wind, the door cracked open. Sighing in relief, he set everything down on his nightstand, slipping on a random pair of boxers as he made his way over to the door. Quietly he stepped outside, sliding the door closed behind him. Another warm feeling washed over him at seeing Oikawa, blanket wrapped around his naked body. His messy, curly brunette locks were tussled gently by the crisp night air, body bathed in pale moonlight, head tilted up to look at the sky. The stars shimmering in his deep brown eyes were breathtaking, the hickeys scattered across his neck and shoulders only adding to his beauty. The dark marks a stark contrast with his porcelain skin, even more so in the soft moonlight, Hajime still finding it hard to believe that he was the one to put them there. Tooru is his . Smiling softly at Tooru's back, he stepped forward, pressing himself against that beautiful back, wrapping his arms possessively around his waist. Placing a lingering kiss to his lightly freckled shoulder, he hummed at feeling Tooru press back against him.
" Don't the stars look beautiful Iwa-chan?" Oikawa whispered, a sense of childish awe laced into his voice as he gazed up at the expanse of shining stars overhead. Iwaizumi was too busy watching the stars dance in his eyes to bother with looking up anywhere else. " I could stare at them all day…"
" Yes, you are," He whispered back, Oikawa's eyes glancing over to him, confusion twisting amongst the stars before melting into a warm understanding. Another honest smile pulled at Tooru's lips, sending Hajime's heart fluttering uselessly in his chest. Kissing the corner of that gorgeous smile, he trailed his hands along Oikawa's sides. A content sigh left his lover's lips as Oikawa leaned his weight to rest against Iwa's chest. At feeling a tremor go through Tooru, he gave him one last kiss, savouring that nice breeze one more time.
" Come on, let's go back inside, it's cold out here." He murmured against his mouth, letting his hands slip from Tooru's body only to intertwine with his hands.
( They may have put the other two condoms to use that night as well as the moon bathed them in light.)
A/N I SUCK AT SMUT, I HOPE IT WAS OKAY! ENJOY THE EXTRA GAY LITTLE END SCENE THERE THAT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE SO GAY BUT WAS. Have the idiots gotten over being idiots? Can the happy stay happy? Oh ho ho~ things look very interesting ahead~~ :D I'lltrytonottakeamillionyearstoupdatenexthopefully.