A/N The idiots try to figure out how relationships are supposed to work, SMUT, things get Difficult for Iwaizumi, people are vicious. There are some slurs said in the last scene, and the last scene might be triggering to some, so proceed with caution! :D Sorry it took forever to get this done!
The first sight Iwaizumi was greeted with when he woke up was a mess of brown hair in his face. For a fleeting second, he was vaguely concerned, since he doesn't have brown hair, he doesn't own any animals, and lives alone. Though he doesn't think someone who broke into his apartment would be cuddled up in bed with him. With his memory slowly flooding back to him, he tried moving his body, only to find Oikawa clings in his sleep, his long legs tangled with his own, and arms wrapped tightly around his torso. His head was tucked firmly into the side of Iwaizumi's neck, his even breath tickling against his skin. Hajime's arm was numb, since Oikawa was laying right on it. His skin crawled at feeling drool pooled against his collarbone, thoroughly disgusted that the skater drooled on him in his sleep. Carefully detangling those unfairly long, graceful limbs from his body, he slowly slid out of the bed, trying to not jostle Oikawa. It's still really early so he'll allow Oikawa to sleep a little longer.
Iwaizumi froze as he looked at Oikawa's sleeping form properly for the first time, his eyes widening. What he thought was perfect, bouncy hair is currently a hot mess . It was sticking up in so many directions, resembling a bird's nest so much that Hajime was surprised he didn't see any birds peeking out from it. It made Iwa feel so much better that Oikawa really does have a moment of not looking like perfection like a normal person. Whether it was from him grabbing it last night or if that's just how it gets in his sleep, he's not sure, but he knows he loves it. Smiling down at him, he pushed down the urge to laugh.
" My god that bed head is incredible…" He murmured under his breath, resisting the urge to take a picture of it. Iwaizumi never thought he'd see the day when Oikawa has messier hair than Kuroo . Tearing his gaze away from the scene of his new lover splaying all over the bed with the worst bed head ever, he quietly padded over to his drawer, pulling on some boxers. Despite being in his own home with only someone he's had sex with inside, Hajime would feel weird walking around buck ass naked. After wiping off the disgusting drool from his neck and collarbone, he felt like he had to be nice. Not wanting to just leave Oikawa in there, he got a glass of water and some pain pills to set on the night stand. He's not sure if it hurts or not, since he was anything but gentle despite having tried to be. Once he made sure Oikawa would be fine when he wakes up, he slipped out of his room. He couldn't help but blush at seeing the state of his living room. Clothes were thrown everywhere, a shirt even hanging from his lamp. The couch was a mess, cushions askew and nearly off the couch completely. Oikawa's shirt was woefully crumpled on the floor, ripped, its buttons scattered across the floor thanks to Iwaizumi's desperation. At the heat crawling up his neck, he determinedly looked away, hurrying into the kitchen to start breakfast.
Little did he know, Oikawa woke up shortly after he left the room, taking the pain pills before grabbing his phone. Slipping out onto Iwaizumi's little balcony, he decided to take a picture to remember this moment, and to stir up some more trouble of course. The picture was of him smiling brightly at the camera, holding up his peace sign while winking and sticking out his tongue, his neck covered in Iwa's hickeys and his chest obviously bare with the morning sun bathing him in warm hues. There was no mistaking what happened to him last night, his fans won't need to be as observant as they are to tell that. Taking his time, he typed up a status to go with it, humming to himself as he soaked up the warmth of the morning.
Guess who had a great time last night~~ (n˘v˘•)¬ (1 photo)
The response flooded in like usual, making him chuckle at how a photo and a vague comment from him sends everyone in a frenzy.
TooruTrouble: wwwaahh? (°◇°;) oikawa-san got laid?
IceIsBeauty: Was it Iwaizumi?! Is the Iwaoi legit?! Please tell me yes, I'm going to dieee
TheFoxyMulder: Ah! That's not his apartment! That means he spent the night with whoever he did it with! Who's place is it then?! Does anyone know what Iwaizumi's apartment looks like? I miss when he replied! He's doing this just to mess with us! ;A;
Kat-chan: Go To-chan! (¬‿¬) It has to be Iwa-chan! There's no way it isn't! He hasn't been with anyone recently but him and he doesn't go around sleeping with just anyone! IWAOI WILL BE REAL!
Like he said, his fans aren't stupid, they're perceptive. Yet he isn't going to say anything yet to confirm or deny anything, enjoying watching them all work it out amongst themselves. Creating drama is his favorite thing to do, and watching them lose their minds over the hinted relationship between him and Iwa-chan has been the best thing so far. Humming again, he moved to head back inside, grabbing one of Iwa's sweat pants that he saw hanging from his clothes basket to pull on. They were of course short on him, the ends stopping about five inches short of his ankles. Taming his messy hair effortlessly, he made it look passable despite having no product in it- really he should start bringing product with him everywhere he goes, or at least leave some here at Iwa's house.
Oikawa walked out of the room, first greeted with the trashed living room, having to step around clothes and buttons from his poor shirt to get to the kitchen. As soon as he had stuck his head out of the door, he smelled coffee and bacon which made his stomach growl eagerly. He could eat just about anything after burning a good deal of calories last night. Peeking his head around the corner to the kitchen, he first saw a broad back, muscles flexing under smooth skin. Red scratches crossed the otherwise unmarred expanse of skin, making a twinge of embarrassment spark in Oikawa. It passed quickly as a completely different hunger built inside him as he gazed at Iwaizumi's delicious ass and well muscled legs. God, he wants to get his hands on that frustratingly perfect, untouched ass of his… it's a sin that ass of his has seen no action! Fuck, if he could be the one to change that fact... That thought brought up what kind of faces and sounds Iwa might make if he was bottoming, Oikawa needing to quickly kill that train of thought before Iwa caught him. He wouldn't doubt that Iwa would get all bashful and refuse to ever bottom for him if he knew Tooru has been fantasising about it.
Tooru walked up behind Iwa, wrapping his arms around the hockey player's built waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck. He took a deep breath, not able to get enough of Hajime's earthy, strong musk that has an undertone of something light and sweet that has to be whatever cologne he has. If he could bathe in Hajime's scent, he probably would. It's so, relaxing, which is probably weird to be thinking… Yet it's just so, Iwaizumi . Running his fingers up and down those killer abs of his, he hummed while rubbing his nose against his neck.
" Didn't you get enough last night…? My living room can't handle another round," Tooru could feel Hajime's deep voice vibrate through his chest, wanting to just curl up with him for the rest of the day. " Plus we don't have time to mess around, I've got practice."
" I'll never get enough of you," Tooru teasingly purred, voice scratchy and slurred thanks to still being groggy. It was worth it to hear and feel Hajime's breath rattle on the way out, effected by his suggestive tone. " Morning, mr. sunshine," He mumbled against his neck, not letting go of him as Hajime walked around the kitchen preparing breakfast. " I wanted to spend the day cuddled up with you in bed today so I could soak in my new boyfriend glow! Just skip practice," Oikawa whined, huffing as he pulled his face out of Iwa's neck to give the side of his head a look. What he was surprised to see was the tip of Iwa's ear grow steadily red, his muscles tensing up while he quickly dished up their breakfast. Oh? Oikawa raised an eyebrow at his reaction, guessing which word out of his sentence made Iwa flustered.
" W-Whatever, I have practice and I can't skip just to lay around with you. Now get off of me and eat," Iwaizumi grumbled, shrugging Oikawa off to plop down at the table, stuffing his mouth to try and downplay the redness of his ears. The skater filed away that the 'b word' sends Iwa-chan into a flustered mess for later use, smiling gleefully. He allowed Iwa to change the subject, sitting down as well, admiring how he blushed all through breakfast. Oikawa's so going to use that against him.
Iwaizumi felt uneasy the whole time during the drive to the rink, able to feel Oikawa's eyes assessing him, making him feel like all his secrets are being ripped from him. Their usual moment of companionable silence was now thick and awkward. Iwa has no idea what sparked it, but he's certainly not enjoying it. He didn't even know how Oikawa managed to somehow look right through him and drive all at once. It was clear that he was thinking about something, what, Iwaizumi couldn't ever hope to guess.
His heart nearly stopped at a hand grabbing his bicep once they were in the locker room, finding himself slammed up against the lockers. Iwa's bag slipped to the floor as he gave Oikawa an incredulous look, not understanding why the fuck he slammed him against the lockers. Whatever curses he had on the tip of his tongue promptly died and evaporated into nothing. Hajime's stalled heart kicked into double time at the look Oikawa was giving him, his throat suddenly going dry. Oikawa looked really good in Iwa's shirt- since he lacked a shirt thanks to him, so he offered one of his -which had a pretty low v neck that revealed all of his hickeys proudly like they were on display. Iwa's positive he did that just to fuck with him... It's working. It was almost hard to breathe, that look of smoldering desire raging in those mesmerizing chocolate eyes bringing him back to last night. Iwazumi would've been pissed at how easily Oikawa got under his skin with just a dirty look, a bulge already forming in his pants. He would've been pissed, if he wasn't horribly aroused by the sight. Hajime willed his breath to stop being hurried already, licking his lips without thinking, drawing Oikawa's attention. Iwa felt his eyes grow heavy at those fucking hands trailing down his body, slowly running over his hips as Tooru leaned closer.
" What…" Hajime managed to rasp out, confused why Oikawa was starting something like this in his locker room . The prick of fear the knowledge they were in public gave him was surprising… sure, they're somewhere someone could easily walk in on them, but he's caught his teammates in worse positions in more public of spaces. Oikawa hardly gave him time to think about that, dragging him back to the here and now.
" I want you, Hajime," Oikawa moaned out, effortlessly sending Iwa's mind reeling as a heat engulfed him in a flash. A low groan reached his ears and it occurred to him that it was his mouth making that noise. His mind was too far gone to be embarrassed by how riled up he is, welcoming the needy kiss Tooru started with every molecule of his being. Hajime's hands quickly worked under Oikawa's - his - shirt, eagerly pawing at the coiled muscle underneath. Greedily drawing in Tooru's mewl, he allowed himself to be pressed harder against the lockers, Tooru's height giving him an unfair advantage. A gasp tore from his throat at Oikawa's long fingers roughly grabbing his hair, jerking his head back to better claim his mouth. The action earned Oikawa blunt nails running down his flexing ab muscles, Iwa feeling a shiver go through him as he did so.
All too soon Oikawa broke away, Iwa's brow furrowing at the loss, just about ready to grab that asshole and pull him back into the kiss. The positively feral look Oikawa gave him stopped him from doing just that, his pulse kicking up yet again. ( Iwaizumi swears that he's going to have heart problems thanks to this dick of a skater.) His head lolled back at Oikawa dipping in to mouth hotly at his throat, Iwa's hands gripping his hips as he purred. It didn't register that Oikawa was slowly sinking down to his knees until he found himself looking down at the grinning man. It took Hajime all of two seconds to get why he was on his knees, but when he did his face flushed red. Words promptly lodged themselves in his throat and proceeded to die there as he pressed his hands against the lockers behind him.
" ...Oh…" Slipped out, sounding like he was being choked by his embarrassment- which he really felt like he was -Oikawa's grin morphing into a sultry smirk. Oh good lord he shouldn't be allowed to be on his knees while looking like that . Two scalding hands ran up his clothed thighs, rubbing around his hips in a way that had his chest heaving for desperately needed air. Hot, was the only word that came to Hajime's mind- both to describe the sight before him and how the air around him feels, the temperature of his body, his face, those fucking hands that are a sin in and of themselves . Tooru sat forward, his hot breath blowing over the sliver of exposed skin between his shirt and pants.
" Hajime ," The name went straight to his cock, his head kicking back as a sound he's never made slipped out of his mouth. An intense shiver ran down his body, his hips wiggling as Tooru curled his fingers in the waistband of his pants. " Look at me Hajime," That breathy purr would be his unwinding, this he's sure of. He forced his head to tilt down enough that he could see Oikawa's hungry expression, his face painfully close to the throbbing bulge straining the front of his pants. With a herculean effort, he managed to bite back a whimper, trying to salvage what little of his pride he can. The fingers pressing against the lockers twitched as Oikawa held his gaze while using his teeth to pop open his button and slowly tug down his zipper. A blush settled high on his cheeks at seeing how damp his boxers already were, Oikawa yet again getting him going faster than he ever has before. Hajime's hips jerked at the rush of air against his erection thanks to Oikawa having shoved both his pants and boxers down to his knees. Mortification and arousal struggled inside of him, battling for the place as his main emotion towards the scene before him. His cock was throbbing between them, jumping as Oikawa's breath blew over it, his lips tantalizingly close. Iwa had half the mind to close his legs and hide himself, but the stare Oikawa gave him froze any movements he might've made. As if he saw the desire in his eyes, Oikawa spread Hajime's legs wider, his arousal throbbing excitedly at the action.
Iwa struggled to keep his eyes open as Tooru brushed his lips up his swollen length, mind numbingly warm breath ghosting over the slick skin sending goose bumps across his arms. He could feel his legs twitch, the lockers holding him up at this point, fingers itching to bury themselves in that soft mess of brunette hair. The fact he was going to be given head in a public setting crossed his mind, but the sensation of those perfect pink lips pressing against his leaking tip melted the worry away. Hajime's eyes fluttered as a shaky sigh pushed past his parted lips, his breath choking in his throat as Oikawa added his tongue to the equation. It was so hard to keep his eyes focused on the scene before him, but at the same time he's so glad he managed to . Oikawa's intoxicating brown eyes were staring right back at him through his eye lashes, his tongue slowly licking a stripe up the bottom of his arousal. Iwaizumi glimpsed that Oikawa's pants were straining against his own arousal, giving him the brief desire to help him before his mind blanked. A startlingly loud cry ripped from Hajime's throat at Tooru's hot mouth suddenly wrapping around his length, body jerking at the sensation. He hurriedly slapped his hand over his mouth to stem the stream of embarrassing little noises, focusing on not thrusting like his body wants to. Fuck his mouth is so warm , and he can feel his tongue and his teeth lightly touching… At feeling Oikawa give a teasing suck, Hajime's head kicked back into the lockers, his moan muffled by his hand. Iwa tried with all his might to get his eyes to open again, wanting to follow Oikawa's request- and wanting to see himself. When he finally succeeded, he nearly choked, desire beginning to twist in his gut at those pink lips being wrapped around him. His breath was shaky, wishing Oikawa would do something when he felt fingers wrap around his wrist, tugging at it. The command was simple even without words, so Hajime let him pull his hand away from his mouth.
A noise of protest slipped out of him at Oikawa pulling away, not liking that smug smile he was wearing. Iwaizumi wasn't sure if the sound that escaped him was a hiss or a choke, but he couldn't dwell on it as his hips jumped at Oikawa blowing cold air over his slick erection. His toes curled in his shoes at the conflicting sensations, wanting to deck Oikawa for fucking around with him. He said as much with his low growl, sending Tooru a look that said 'either suck me off or I'll kick you out even with you being visibly hard'. Tooru finally put his mouth back where Hajime wanted it, sucking as his tongue swirled around his length. Iwa's hands found that annoying perfect hair, tugging roughly in encouragement to suck harder. Him pulling on Oikawa's hair elicited a groan out of him, the vibration making Iwaizumi's voice jump up a notch in volume. Oikawa kept his hands on Iwa's thighs, probably helping him remain vertical. Garbled moans of 'Tooru' became Iwa's only coherent phrase as he practically vibrated with lust, his breath loud and hurried and his face flushed. As if him keening loudly wasn't enough, they echoed back to him thanks to how the room was made. Tooru's glazed over eyes were still watching his every movement, his cheeks flush, another muffled moan coming from him. Iwaizumi could tell he was leaking precum into Tooru's mouth, feeling his peak approaching at an alarming rate. He gasped out at two fingers slipping in Tooru's mouth alongside his length. The new friction making his back arch off the lockers in ecstasy, the groan Tooru let out not helping. Hajime was too busy panting like he just ran a marathon to give the slick digits moving between his legs any stock. Though, when he felt them rub against his entrance, he felt his heart stutter again. Searching Oikawa's eyes, he saw the mischief dancing amongst the desire, Iwa's eyes widening at the digits pressing more insistently.
Just as he finally realized what Tooru was planning, his heart all but stopped with the loud bang that echoed around the locker room. With his eyes nearly impossibly wide, he cracked his head around to look at the door that had just slammed open, feeling the blood drain from his face.
" Wazzy~, I heard you-WHOA?!" He was met with an equally surprised Kuroo, it slowly dawning on him that his dick was still out and in Oikawa's mouth. The heads of his other teammates popped out from behind Kuroo to see what the holdup was, all of their surprise melting into looks he did not want to see with his dick out. His head knocked back again at Oikawa giving an insistent bob of his head to get Iwa to focus on the task at hand. Hajime flushed a dark red while hurriedly yanking Oikawa's head back, his mouth sliding off his length with an obscene, wet, pop. With his mouth now free, Oikawa's whine at the loss could be easily heard around the quiet room. Iwaizumi quickly used his hands to cover himself, mourning the fact that he was so close and would have to just let it go down now. Turning around, he pressed against the lockers, hiding his face to not let them see how red he was. His pants were still around his knees, making it not a hell of a lot better.
" Oh~? I can work with this end," Oikawa purred, mouth dangerously close to his ass, hands cupping his cheeks, spreading them teasingly. Iwaizumi snapped his head around, throwing the most deadly glare he could at Oikawa. He would kill him if he did what he insinuated in front of his team . His look screamed , ' I'll never forgive you if you actually do it', which made Oikawa's bottom lip jut out in a pout.
" Don't you fucking dare Oikawa ," Hajime hissed out to punctuate his point, scrambling to keep himself covered while pulling up his pants and boxers enough to cover him as he moved over to his locker.
" Awhhh I was so close to getting Iwa-chan to be all cute and submissive too!" Oikawa whined loudly, draping himself over the bench as Iwa's team started coming into the locker room. " Couldn't you have been late when it actually mattered?!" He hissed out, glaring at Kuroo since he's the first one who burst in and fucked everything up. That made several curious noises come from his team, he didn't have to look to know their eyes were on him at hearing him and 'submissive' in the same sentence. Rolling his eyes, he pulled up his boxers, letting his pants fall to the floor seeing as he was going to be showering anyways.
" Like hell I was going to be submissive, I topped after all-" Too late he realized his mistake of declaring that he topped, earning rowdy whistles and whoops sounding around the locker room. Some people groaned, pulling out their wallets and exchanging money. It was hardly surprising to Iwaizumi that his team bet on a thing like that. What was surprising was the fact only two people were getting money, the two being Makki and Bokuto.
" I knew I could count on you Wazzy! I knew you could top Pretty Boy!" Bokuto yelled- it's hard to tell with him really -happily, all but beaming at Iwaizumi. Oikawa squawked at the nick name in the background. Hanamaki was a lot more subdued about his excitement, giving Iwa a sly smirk and a mock salute.
" Never doubted you Sir boss. With a body like that, I figured even Oiks would go down, because I know I would," He hummed mischievously, his lazy smirk still on his face as Iwa slowly grew red. What is it with his teammates and having sexual fantasies about him?!
" I'd be jealous if I wasn't the same way," Matsukawa added with a shrug, snaking his arm around Makki's waist, only getting Iwa's face to burn a darker red. Huffing, he rolled his eyes at his team, turning back to his locker instead.
" Should I be concerned that all of you apparently have had sexual fantasies with me, your captain ?" Iwaizumi mumbled, pulling out his uniform to set out for after he takes his shower.
" Nah, it's more of like a 'what if I boned my sexy captain' dream. Like wanting to fuck a celebrity, you know you never will and don't really want to, but it's fun to imagine! And pretty easy to do considering we see you naked just about everyday and everyone would be liar if they say they haven't peaked at least once while you were changing," Kuroo added in as he began changing himself, only getting Iwaizumi more flustered about the strange attention that he's not sure if he should feel good about. Decidedly ignoring the newfound team wide attraction to him, Iwa pulled his shirt off, just wanting to start practice asap to hopefully put this morning behind him. Sudden awed noises and wolf whistles made Iwa startle, whipping around to give his team a bewildered look.
" What now?!"
" Damn Zumi, you should tell your kitty to put his claws away, your back is completely scratched up," Mattsun drawled, giving his captain a knowing look. Hajime looked around the room to find that the rest of his team had matching expressions. Bokuto jumped up into his personal space, hooting about something, grabbing his shoulder.
" Oh! Look, look, he's got hickeys on his neck!" Out of reflex Iwaizumi slapped his hand over the spot Bo was pointing to, his ears growing red. " And down his chest!" Iwa huffed, holding his shirt against him to hide the marks from view as the guys started cooing loudly at him. He was just about ready to tell them all to fuck off when Kuroo spoke up too.
" But look at Oikawa's neck! It looks like Wazzy was trying to eat him!" Kuroo exclaimed with a bark of a laugh, Oikawa simply blinking in surprise at being pulled back into the conversation. Iwaizumi knew it couldn't be good when the figure skater puffed up with pride, looking awfully smug now.
" Oh, I have way more than just the ones on my neck! Iwa-chan is such a passionate lover~, here!" The captain could only groan woefully at Oikawa hurriedly stripping off his shirt, embarrassment eating away at him at the thought his whole team will catch all the hickeys he put across Oikawa's body. As if Tooru was showing off an award, the whole of aoba johsai crowded around Oikawa, gaping in awe of the dark bruises littering his lithe body. " And here," He hummed, pulling down part of his pants to reveal an even darker mark on his hip, teeth marks clearly visible. Clear impressions of his fingers having dug into his hips joined the bite marks. Tooru perked up, making a noise as something came back to him, his excitement rising. " Oh, wait, there's never more!" His long fingers fumbled with hurriedly undoing his pants, a couple disgusted noises and faces going around the group.
" Please keep your pants on, I really don't want to see your dic-"
" Here!" Oikawa pressed on, ignoring Hanamaki as he dropped his pants, lifting the legs of his boxers to show off the pair of hickeys on the inside of his thighs. Hajime could only let out a distressed croak, wanting to implode at his team's loud, impressed grunts, this no doubt changing their view on him. They certainly aren't going to let Hajime live this down any time soon in the foreseeable future. Oikawa only turned his back to the group with a sly smirk, lifting up one of the legs of his boxers, enough that his cheek was revealed, a lovely purple round bruise marring the soft skin. That really got his team going, loud jeers filling the locker room as they turned to their flustered captain, calls of 'damn cap, who knew you were that thirsty!' ' Were you trying to beat him up or fuck him, my gosh!' among other things thrown at him. Rolling his eyes, Hajime snapped up a towel, hurrying off to the showers with an angry grumble. He just wants a nice cold shower to clear his thoughts and to dive into mindless practice…
Oikawa watched on as Hajime stomped off into the shower area, smiling fondly at the broad back of his lover. Lover , he still can't believe it himself. He actually managed to work his way into Iwaizumi's heart. He feels content for the first time ever in a relationship… Tooru just has a really good feeling about Hajime. The silence of the room didn't register to Tooru at first, too busy getting lost in his thoughts about Iwa, but when he turned back to the group, he startled. All of them were wearing serious expressions, looming over Oikawa in a way that made his 6' 2'' body feel oh so small. Feeling self conscious, Oikawa crossed his arms over his chest, all his muscles tense as he gave the men questioning looks.
" We'll be upfront with you, Oikawa," Matsukawa began, his already low voice dipping into a lower, threatening register that had Tooru's defenses on high. What on earth happened to the group of brainless hockey idiots he'd witnessed before?! Suddenly it's like he offended a mob boss and has to deal with his sculpted henchmen!
" Hajime is an important person to us, he's the one who brought us all together, he's more than just our captain, he's our friend ," Hanamaki continued, his eyes narrowed dangerously, head tilted just right to cast harsh shadows over his face. The air around Oikawa felt suddenly very thick and deadly, his heart palpitating worryingly. He might as well have been surrounded by a pack of wolves, nothing more than a pathetic fox cornered with no escape. Fucking hell does he wish Iwa would just come back out so he could break this heavy atmosphere…!
" And it's all well and good you're getting busy with him so long as he's happy," Kuroo pitched in, leaning forward with a twisted expression, Tooru's back hitting the lockers- he hadn't even remembered backing up, but he's thankful for the space all the same. Said space was promptly made nonexistent as Kuroo lunged forward, slamming his fist on the locker next to Tooru's head, causing him to jump. Makki and Mattsun weren't far behind, crowding into his space. Bokuto closing the last opening, his eyes wide and terrifying, Oikawa swallowing thickly. " But let me tell you something, Pretty Boy , you hurt Hajime and you, by extension, hurt us. And you better hope you never hurt him, because we will hurt you , got it? I have no problem rearranging your face if I so much as hear you've upset him, and I can speak for the rest of them that they'd do the same. So your intentions better be pure, because you will not be using Hajime for sex, he deserves better than being a fucking lay," The messy haired hockey player spat, his one visible eye narrowing into a slit, much too close for Tooru's comfort. Oikawa's breath shook on the exhale, his eyes flitting from face to face, his stomach sinking at the round of glares he was receiving, even that one guy who he only heard mentioned was glaring from the outside. How considerate of him, he's letting his seniors give Oikawa the third degree and staying out of their hate circle.
Oikawa shifted his shoulders back, tilting his chin up to stare slightly down his nose at Kuroo, meeting his glare with great difficulty. Man, he's never been this rattled that he can hardly stand to keep eye contact. At this point, he feels like if he doesn't hold his head high he's admitting some sort of defeat - maybe he's just spent too much time surrounded by all this excess testosterone. Kuroo straightened up as well, barely five inches away from Oikawa and radiating threatening energy. He looks like he just needs to be given a reason to punch Tooru. Swallowing the intimidation he felt, Oikawa puffed his chest out.
" You honestly think I'm that shallow?" He hissed, narrowing his own eyes at the other male- forget that his first intent definitely was that shallow. Not leaving room for him to answer, Oikawa scoffed. " Do you honestly think if this was just about sex I'd go to the lengths that I went through to get him in bed? I've had plenty of decent lays that weren't nearly that hard to pursue. Whether it was my intention or not, I care so so much about Hajime. I'd hurt anyone who upsets him as well, let alone allow myself to be the cause of him being upset. I'm in too deep at this point to back out even if I wanted to- which I don't . So don't you try and accuse me of ill intent, you messy haired jock ," Tooru growled through gritted teeth, his anger rising by the second, offended that he was being cornered and threatened as if he was some menace. " Threaten me all you'd like, but don't you treat me as if I'm planning on betraying Hajime's trust- of betraying my boyfriend who matters more to me than even I matter to myself. You don't need to tell me how special Hajime is, I know all too well that he honestly deserves better than me, I'll be the first to admit that. I have no idea what he sees in me. Before I met him, I hopped from person to person, just looking for a good lay but.. I don't want that with him. As soon as I started pursuing him, I knew that this was going to be different. He didn't want anything to do with me, maybe that's why I liked him so much, he just called me out on what I was and didn't just let himself be another notch in my bed post. He's different, I actually love him unlike the people before him," Oikawa rambled on, pausing once he realized what he said, his breath quivering on the way out as his heart pound faster. He nearly surprised himself with the fact he didn't feel bothered or embarrassed that he just declared his love for Hajime. It just felt...right. Tooru's in even deeper than he had originally thought. " He's my boyfriend. I don't blame you guys for being protective, but I'll have already beat myself up if I ever hurt Hajime before any of you could get to me. We all have Hajime's best interests in common, so we should be on each other's sides. But if you intend to get in my way, I won't hesitate to tear all of you down to get to him," Tooru finished, meeting Kuroo's gaze evenly, the last of his initial fears ebbing away. Though that didn't stop Tooru from feeling a little anxious what their reactions will be to his little speech, not really wanting to be attacked by a group of buff hockey players today. He has things he has to do later and being assaulted might put a damper on things.
To his complete surprise, he wasn't promptly greeted with fists to the face, but amused grins all around. It was as if they hadn't just threatened great bodily harm on him not a minute before, now they're all smiles. If anything, this second mood change disturbed Tooru more than the first. He flinched as Kuroo punched him heartily on the shoulder, it hurting a bit, but it was a friendly gesture all the same.
" I like you Pretty Boy, you're not half bad!" Kuroo exclaimed, leaning back out of Tooru's personal space with his usual feral smirk. Oikawa was too stunned to say anything to that, floored by getting the third degree only to be praised at the end like he did something to be rewarded for. Bokuto bounced into his line of vision, his eyes back to their normal level of excited intensity as he practically vibrated with glee.
" Yeah, yeah! Usually when we try and intimidate Wazzy's dates, they end up shaking and look ready to piss themselves, ya know?! You're like, the only one who's actually talked back! So you passed the test!" Bo chirped cheerfully, puffing out his chest in pride like a bird ruffles their feathers. Honestly… Akaashi's taste in men is astounding… Oikawa was still left confused after Bokuto's strange explanation, not getting why they needed to intimidate him for. It leaves Tooru feeling harassed that he said all those embarrassing things just so they could test him.
" Though you confessing your blindingly obvious- kind of disgusting -love for Zumi wasn't intended, but rewarding all the same," Makki pitched in as the small group dispersed to continue changing where they left off. His smug smirk made Oikawa's face grow hot in embarrassment, wishing he wouldn't have said anything.
" We should really charge for bringing people out of denial. Zumi's gonna be harder to crack, because I don't see him saying the L word any time soon without being forced, or drunk," Mattsun added in a bored tone as he tugged his shirt off, earning himself Makki's wandering hands and purrs of ' you gonna say the L word to me, babe~?'. Tooru pulled a face at the couple's lack of decency, hurriedly turning away when the reply of ' you know you meme a lot to me, my precious meme filled creampuff' came, not really wanting to be witness to their love. He's not even sure if what they have can be described as PDA at this point. It's kind of cute, Tooru thinks, in a way. Until the tongues start coming out, then it just gets gross. Pulling a towel around his waist, he dropped his boxers, hurrying off to the showers to find Hajime.
Tooru's never been happier to see that broad silhouette of Iwa's through the semi transparent shower door. Smiling to himself, he quietly made his way over to the shower, dropping his towel once he was close enough. Sneakily pulling the door open, he slipped in, moving to put his arms around Iwa-chan. Then he felt the water hit his skin and let out a shriek, nearly slipping on the wet tile. Iwaizumi looked hardly surprised, if not more so annoyed to see Tooru in the shower with him.
" What the hell?!" Tooru cried, pouting petulantly at his disgruntled lover, trying to not get distracted by the water caressing that unfairly nice skin. " The water is ice cold! Are you trying to kill me Iwa-chan?!" Tooru whined, wrapping his arms around himself to try and battle against the freezing water washing over him. Iwa rolled his eyes, moving to wash some soap out of his hair, not giving any hint that the temperature was affecting him at all.
" What are you doing in my shower in the first place?" Hajime asked in a gruff voice, looking not at all sympathetic to Tooru freezing in his shower. Recovering from his initial shock at the coldness of the water, Oikawa gave Iwa a lecherous smirk, pressing up against Hajime's back, wrapping his arms around his waist.
" I wanted to spend some quality time with my Iwa-chan and conserve water~!" He purred out as he placed lingering kisses along his lover's neck. " Are you taking a cold shower to try and 'calm down'~? How naughty," Oikawa breathed into his ear, trailing his fingers down Hajime's sides, wanting to purr again at feeling the flexing expanse of coiled muscle. The only thing is… Hajime only shrugged, not seeming to be affected at all by his touch, Tooru's bottom lip jutting out into a pout.
" Kind of. I did need to get rid of my hard on and I didn't take a shower this morning. Plus I usually take cold showers, they're nice. Warm showers just make me sleepy," Hajime easily explained, shrugging off Tooru who's highly disappointed about not getting a sexy shower.
After a great deal of whining from Tooru complaining about how cold the shower was and how it's not fair that Hajime wouldn't allow any touching, Oikawa finally walked into the rink with Iwa. They settled into their usual routine with Tooru watching on fondly from the side of the rink and Hajime leading his team through their warm ups and training. It's always mesmerizing for Tooru to watch Iwa-chan lead his team, his low, rumbling voice soothing yet commanding all at once. He just looks so in his element, like he would rather be right here than anywhere else, he's never too hard on his team, he knows just how far to push them to get the best results. Iwa-chan looks so reliable gliding around the ice, telling each member where they can improve and how to do it. He looks that much more handsome on the ice, it's kind of unfair really. Smiling warmly at his man, Tooru locked eyes with Hajime, using his finger to beckon him over. Iwaizumi grumbled about being dragged away from his team, but skated over nonetheless. Huffing, Iwaizumi put his hands on the wall of the rink, giving Tooru an unimpressed look.
" What do you want?" Iwa mumbled out, thoroughly disgruntled with the entire situation. Humming in response, Tooru leaned forward to catch Hajime's lips for a kiss, earning a chorus of gagging noises and wolf whistles from the team. Along with calls of " Get a room , geez!" thrown in amongst the midst of noise.
" Though the captain has been peppier today, guess he did need a good lay to lighten up a bit!" A voice- that sounded suspiciously like Hanamaki- mused, making Tooru break away from the chaste kiss to laugh softly, Hajime turning red and throwing a dirty look over his shoulder to his team. Oikawa reached out to gently cup Hajime's chin, bringing his attention back on him so he could fully enjoy the fact Iwa wasn't opposing any of the affection.
" I just wanted to say goodbye because I've got to go pick Takeru up from volleyball practice, but I'll talk to you later, Iwa-chan. I have an idea I want to run by you that I think will be fun." Tooru's voice dropped to a low, silky tone so the other's wouldn't be able to hear him over the sounds of their skating. Tooru couldn't help but get distracted by running his thumb along Iwa's plump bottom lip, playing with it affectionately. The intimate touch made Hajime's face flush a darker shade of red, but his eyes slipped halfway shut, leaning into the touch.
" I don't know whether to trust this 'idea' of yours. I feel like it'll be bad for my health, whatever it is," Iwa-chan mumbled with a low voice, leaning over the short wall even more, resting the majority of his weight on the wall. Scoffing half heartedly, Tooru tried to look affronted as he leaned in to brush their lips together, pulling on a pout.
" Rude, Iwa-chan. It's gonna be a secret though, I want to surprise everyone, so no telling your motley crew of brutes until I say so," He murmured, wanting to purr at the feeling of his lips brushing Iwa's as he spoke. Not able to help himself, he placed kiss after kiss on those stupidly perfect lips of Iwa's, drinking in the pleased little hum Hajime let out. Their intimate little moment was ruined by Matsukawa calling out " Hey, you made the rule; no sex in the rink, Iwaizumi!", Iwa pulling away to whip around and scowl at the offending hockey player, all of the team laughing and cowering away from the captain. Rolling his eyes at the group, Oikawa started for the exit, calling out one last goodbye, getting many responses of ' Later, Pretty boy~'.
Not half an hour later and the doors to the rink burst open, followed by a familiar voice yelling out 'Hajime~' and feet running down the stairs leading down to the rink. The whole team turned to look at the new comer, everyone perking up at seeing the younger Iwaizumi bounding excitedly down the stairs. Hajime watched on in wary confusion as his sister all but vaulted over the wall when she hit it, bouncing on her feet in a very suspicious fashion. His team called out greetings to his sister, such as, ' Little Zumi!', ' Short stack!', ' Lil Kick ass!' and so on, all of them always happy to see her. She's really grown on them over the years.
" Hajime, have you fucked Tooru yet?!" Hiroko called out, Hajime going red at hearing those words come out of his sister . Hajime was just about to chastise her for both swearing and asking something like that in the first place but his team beat him to it. A loud chorus of 'Yes' made Iwaizumi sputter and grow a darker shade of red at his sex life being broadcasted. His little sister doesn't need to know what he does in bed! Why does she care anyways?! Hiroko's smile grew even wider as she pumped her arms in the air, hissing out a happy, " Yessss!" as the doors burst open for a second time. A panting Takeru doubled over, trying to catch his breath, confusing Hajime even more as to why they were even here.
" Forget stupid hockey , you should be on track , my god you're fast," Takeru panted out, wiping sweat from his forehead while Hiroko whipped around, bounding over to him excitedly, yelling out," HA! I'm right!". Hiroko put her hands on her hips, giving Takeru a smug look before holding out a hand to him.
" Come on, pay up," She demanded, punching his arm playfully, Takeru groaning while grudgingly digging in his pocket and slapping some cash into her hand before taking some sweets from his hoodie pocket and tossing them into her open bag. He pouted at her as she eagerly counted the money, puffing up in pride as Takeru continued to give her a sour look, mumbling that it wasn't fair. Hajime couldn't be more confused, his team behind him bursting out laughing as they watched the interaction, realization slowly sinking into the captain.
" Did you bet on my sex life ?!" Iwaizumi squeaked out in disbelief that his own sister would bet on his love life, having thought his sister was purer than that. He expects something like this from his team, but never from his own flesh and blood! Hiroko ignored him completely, patting Takeru condescendingly on the shoulder.
" No need to be jealous that my brother's extremely predictable," She teasingly cooed, only earning herself a glare from Takeru and more of Hajime's indignant sputtering.
For the third time that day the door to the rink burst open again, a breathless Oikawa stumbling in, clutching onto the frame of the door for purchase. Iwaizumi hates himself for finding his flushed face extremely arousing, hating Oikawa for always looking ravishing. The skater pushed his damp bangs out of his face, sucking in a deep breath before huffing it out.
" My god, since when are kids that fast?! They just ran off and left me in the dust! I'm more out of shape than I thought," Oikawa breathed out, pushing off of the wall, Takeru turning to give Oikawa an unimpressed look.
" Why didn't you seduce Hajime-san faster? You're such a let down, I counted on your stupid charms Uncle Tooru, now I lost to her ," Takeru complained, jerking a finger over in Hiroko's direction, getting a very confused look from his uncle. Hajime just wanted to melt into the ice, mortified that his precious sister was involved in something like this. Oikawa tilted his head to the side, looking between the glowing Hiroko and disgruntled Takeru.
" Seduce… charms… um? What exactly is going on here?" The brunette slowly asked, looking over to the blushing Hajime for answers. Iwaizumi just looked away shamefully, like he had anything at all to do with it. He just couldn't stand looking at Oikawa knowing that those two were just eagerly waiting for them to get busy. How fucking embarrassing . Abruptly, Takeru turned back to Hiroko, puffing his chest back up, giving her a confident grin.
" I call do over. You so cheated somehow. We should bet on who topped, put in another 20 bucks, winner take all," He offered, sticking out a hand for her to shake, Hiroko looking at him with surprise before her expression melted into a devious one.
" Sure, I could use 20 more bucks, fine," She hummed, shaking his hand to seal the deal. " I bet that Haj Haj topped, there's no way he'd let himself be topped the first time."
" And I think Uncle Tooru topped because he's too demanding to not have topped at something ." They both looked over to the hockey team, Hajime sinking down to hide his face in his arms, propped up on the rink's wall. There's no way this is happening to him right now. This is fucking ridiculous. Another chorus of ' Iwaizumi topped' sounded, said man wishing that it was scientifically possible to spontaneously combust. Hiroko's loud whoop echoed around the rink, covering up Takeru's groan. She hopped up and down, punching Takeru a couple times in the arm as he handed her the money.
" HA! Suck my dick Ru!" Hiroko yelled, jumping on his back when he slumped over, punching him excitedly on his shoulder blades till he cried out mercy and she dissolved into cute giggles. Iwaizumi's team burst into another round of laughs at her words, even Oikawa cracking an amused smile. Mattsun speaking up first,
" Man, I love Hiro, she's a fucking riot ,"
Not a week later Hajime finds himself skating around an empty rink, feeling extremely stupid without a certain brunette coaching him. It's just so different alone and without music- it's definitely out of his comfort zone, that's for sure. It'll all be worth all this embarrassment when Iwaizumi sees that excited look on that idiot's face. Those stupid big brown eyes are what got him into this mess in the first place. Closing his eyes, he tried pushing the awkward feeling away, trying to picture the music in his head. It's fine, it's just a fancy spin. Hajime pictures Oikawa's lithe body demonstrating the move, long legs pushing him along before his skate digs in and easily pushes him off the ice and into the air. Graceful arms tuck in as he spins, curly hair fluttering around him, then arms extend back out just as gravity starts to affect him again, landing perfectly on one leg. The other beautiful leg kicks out to flip him the right way as he glides backwards, arms flared out dramatically as he raises his head to flash a pretty smile at him. Easy enough… right?
Letting out a shaky breath, Hajime starts crossing his feet over each other slowly, turning a couple times as he built up to the move. Sucking in a breath, he kicked off the ice, his stomach dropping out from under him as he leaves the ice. He quickly tucked in his arms as he spun, his heart beating wildly, praying he doesn't fuck this up now. Feeling himself begin his return to solid ice, Hajime spread out his arms, landing heavily on one skate and wobbling slightly. Trying to have even an ounce of the grace Oikawa has, he swung his free leg from in front of him to extended out behind him like he remembers. Opening his eyes as he glided backwards in the beginnings of a circle, Iwaizumi felt a surge of pride. Triple salchow… Sure he could've stuck the landing better, and probably looked like a bumbling idiot compared to someone on Oikawa's level, but he didn't fall flat on his ass. He'll take the little victories he can get. Oikawa's gone on an out of town competition and Aoba Johsai just got back from an away game so he had to practice for the first time alone. He was worried he'd break something without Oikawa there to coach him. Yet he did better than he thought he would, only fucking up the landing.
Hajime's blood ran cold at sudden applause and a couple wolf whistles, whipping his head around only to be greeted by his team giving him amused smirks. Shit… they can't find out about his thing with Oikawa… that's why they've always done it in Oikawa's rink and not Hajime's. Feeling practically naked, Hajime shuffled in place, struggling to come up with an excuse as to why he just did a triple salchow like it was something normal.
" I know you're dating a figure skater but this is kind of ridiculous," Kuroo chuckled, leaning against the wall with his usual lecherous smile.
" I think figure skating's contagious, only explanation as to why our captain who hated figure skaters is now prancing around," Matsukawa drawled, giving Hajime his signature lazy smirk, Hanamaki speaking up next.
" Gotta admit that he looked fucking hot while doing it though," Hanamaki teased, the rest of the guys laughing and throwing in their own jokes, thankfully not taking catching Iwaizumi skating seriously. Sometimes he's thankful that his team has a tendency to be denser than a brick wall when not on the rink. Shrugging it off as a joke as well- which it really is, a captain of a professional hockey team entering figure skating ? That sounds like a poorly written plotline honestly- Iwaizumi started packing up to head home.
Once he was back home he immediately was spammed with the usual barrage of texts from Oikawa, whining about the other competition and which skaters were assholes and how he misses Iwaizumi. The latter was the most frequent topic in their many conversations over their time apart, much to Iwa's embarrassment. Sure, it's really nice to know that Oikawa misses him as much as he misses the flamboyant figure skater, but Hajime's never been one to openly admit these things. Meanwhile Oikawa has no qualms about blurting out horribly embarrassing things like it's a perfectly normal thing to do.
From: the boyfriend 3
ahhhhh i miss iwa-chan soooo much! ヽ(＾Д＾)ﾉ
all the hot guys arent hot anymore bc iwa-chan set the bar too high! now all i can thnk is ' iwa-chan is way btter lookin than them, iwa-chans biceps are bigger than thse, iwa-chan wldn't do tht' n i get all upset bc i want iwa-chan here w me!
Iwaizumi sunk further into his bed while reading the text, feeling his face heat up at Oikawa all but confessing that he's constantly thinking about him. How the hell is he supposed to reply to that?!
To: the boyfriend 3
Yeah, I feel the same
Slapping a hand over his face, Hajime suppressed the urge to scream, hating his natural awkwardness from ruining the 'tender' moment. ' Yeah', yeah , that's the best he can do?! Tooru pours his heart out to him and he gives him back a ' yeah '?! Fucking hell…
From: the boyfriend 3
I miss u so much
so so so much…
Hajime
If his face wasn't red before, it certainly was now, especially at the digital letters of his name glaring him right in the face. Seeing his name typed out made his brain imagine Tooru whispering it hotly into his ear like last time in the locker room. Trying to focus on the conversation at hand, Hajime sucked up his pride and typed out his response.
To: the boyfriend 3
I miss you too, Tooru
Hajime's phone fell to his lap as both his hands went to cover his face, questioning his life decisions and how much it'd cost to flee the country. Fucking christ, he's too old to get all flustered over a simple ' I miss you' text! He's too old for all this gushy relationship stuff in general, he hasn't had to do this kind of thing for a long time. Even his past relationships haven't pushed him this far out of his comfort zone, but it's not a bad thing, he kind of likes it, even if he hates it in the moment.
From: the boyfriend 3
Hey, Hajime, can we skype call? I want to hear your voice and see your face, please? Preferably if you're alone.
The proper grammer threw him for a loop, Oikawa rarely ever bothering with properly typing his words out unless he was serious. Figuring it couldn't hurt anything- and he honestly wanted to hear his stupid voice again too- he accepted and grabbed his laptop, pulling skype up. Within a minute Oikawa was calling him, his face down to midway down to his chest filling his screen. Hajime's heart fluttered in his chest annoyingly, it oddly refreshing to see that pretty, bouncy hair and hear his breathy voice greeting him. He didn't know how much he's missed him until he saw what he's been missing. Iwa could make out the darkened room of a hotel behind Oikawa, the skater wearing his practice clothing still, no doubt having texted him as soon as he stepped foot into the hotel room. In his own little square in the corner of the screen, Hajime was sitting cross legged on his bed, in sweats and a t-shirt like usual. Knowing Oikawa was so far away only made his room feel much too big and empty, already so accustomed to Tooru filling his home.
" You should take those sweaty clothes off and shower you know, you'll make yourself sick otherwise," Iwa lightly chastised, no heat behind his scolding since he only said it out of reflex. Oikawa let out another breathy noise, shifting in his spot at the desk, it kind of looking like his face was a little flushed through the dim of the room. Hajime didn't put much stock into that, figuring he must be worn out from practicing between days of the competition.
" Yes yes Iwa-chan, I'll clean up after our call, I promise. But f-for now could you please keep talking? I-I just, I want to hear your v-voice, it'll, it'll help me sleep tonight," Oikawa asked with a kind of wobbly voice, sounding almost… choked up? Flustered slightly, Hajime tried pushing down his embarrassment, wanting to help out his boyfriend, feeling somehow guilty for their distance even though he couldn't help it.
" Uhm, okay. Well after practice today I tried that triple salchow you showed me before and I actually think I did pretty well! I mean, I fucked the landing a little, but I didn't fall right on my ass so at least I'm learning," Hajime rambled, feeling kind of nervous under Oikawa's stare, his eyes half lidded and intense even through the low quality laptop camera. He let out a pleased little hum, his lips twitching into a small smile.
" That's g-great Iwa-chan, I knew you could...do it~," Tooru's voice was slightly broken again and extremely breathy, as if he had just went running before making the skype call. The almost sultry purr to his voice made pleasant tingles run down Hajime's back, but he did his best to ignore it.
" Yeah. Though the guys caught me and I nearly ruined the whole surprise, but they all figured it was a joke or something and that I only tried it to see if I could do it. I thought they all went home but I guess I didn't wait long enough," He went on, growing more and more suspicious at how flushed Oikawa was getting. Oikawa let out a soft huff of a laugh, lolling his head back against the desk chair he was in.
" N-Nice going," Narrowing his eyes, Iwa watched the tendons flex in Oikawa's arm and his chest heave, slowly putting two and two together. First him wanting him to call him if he was alone, then his flushed face, wanting to hear his voice, his breathy voice, his arm, and now tiny, nearly inaudible noises…? Hajime's eyes widened as a dark blush bloomed across his face and down his neck at his realization.
" Oh my fucking god, you're jerking off…?!" Iwaizumi breathed in shock, slowly starting to feel more and more affronted and completely used. He was just masturbation material this whole time! He's not sure if he's more pissed off or embarrassed by that fact. Oikawa, now that he's been found out, let out a throaty moan, his arm moving faster since he didn't have to disguise the motion. Tooru's expression shifted from an attempt at being normal to one of ecstasy, it unfairly sexy.
" Hajime, p-please! Just, fuck , just please! Come on, do it too, I'm so fucking horny it's insane, I need you !" Oikawa's moan went straight to Hajime's groin, his lower body all for everything that was going on, but the brain not in his dick was telling him that this is definitely not a thing they should do. It just feels so...dirty? Scandalous? A kink of some sort that he had no idea he possessed- but, fuck he definitely thinks it's kind of hot, what the hell is wrong with him? Swallowing thickly, he squirmed at the sensual noises filtering through his laptop's speakers, definite pornstar quality.
" I-I don't…"
" Hajime , please do this for me, I need it so bad right now!" The desperation in Oikawa's voice quickly buried any reservations Iwaizumi might've had at one point, now he's left uncomfortably aroused with his boyfriend sexually jerking off to him needily. Letting a breath shudder out of him, Hajime watched somewhat shyly as Tooru put on a show for him, writhing and panting hotly as fresh sweat slicked his hair to his forehead. Oikawa tilted his neck just right to expose the expanse of his long neck, marred only by his fading marks. The sight of it gave Hajime the strong urge to bite it so he could hear those beautiful sounds brought out of his boyfriend. His toes curled as Iwaizumi tried reining in the urge, seeing as he was thousands of miles away from that graceful body. Worrying his bottom lip with his teeth, Hajime let out another strained breath from his nose, fingers twitching towards the waistband of his sweats, all too eager to participate.
" You're just a horrible person…" Hajime mumbled under his breath as he screwed his eyes shut, slipping his hand in both his sweats and boxers. Ignoring the red staining his ears, Iwa wrapped his hand around himself, having mixed feelings about doing something like this in front of someone else. Sure, he had sex with him, but it's still embarrassing to splay himself out for him so intimately. Oikawa sucked in a breath that melted into a deep groan that had Hajime's hand stuttering in his stroking, a shiver running through his body.
" Hajime, hey, let me see it, I want to see you. Open your eyes too," Oikawa all but demanded, but Iwaizumi was too choked up with embarrassment to argue with him. Cautiously opening his eyes, he found Oikawa had leaned forward a little, eyes glazed over and filled with an intense heat. Attempting to beat his shyness, Iwaizumi easily pulled his erection free from his clothing, hissing at the cooler air hitting it. " Fuck, you're so gorgeous, Hajime," Tooru moaned, the name thing really starting to get to Hajime, his breath hitching as he pressed his thumb against his leaking tip.
A thought hit Hajime, one that was even more embarrassing than this, but was something he knew Tooru would lose his mind over. Pulling his hand away from himself, he mumbled a 'one second', slipping off his bed to a confused Oikawa calling out to him. Steadying his nerves, Iwa dropped his pants and boxers, looking over to his nightstand woefully. What the hell does he even think he's doing…?! He's never tired to be sexy like this in his life, what if he fucks up and Oikawa just laughs in his face? Refusing to over think this, Iwa just grabs the bottle of lube off his night stand, thankful he was at least still out of frame. Coyly slipping back onto his bed, he glanced back to Oikawa, who had paused in his jerking off at him having disappeared. Perfectly shaped eyebrows rose at seeing how little clothing Hajime currently had on, his lips parting with a soft 'oh'. Sighing, Iwaizumi pushed his shirt up to his armpits, leaning back against his pillows, shakily spreading his legs to the laptop.
" You better be fucking thankful, because I'm doing this for you," Hajime complained lowly, frowning at his hand as his other hand popped the bottle's top, lathering up three fingers. His arousal throbbed at the knowledge of what comes next, Iwaizumi hardly paying attention to how hard he was. His focus was on watching Tooru's eyes slowly widen at he realized what was happening, his mouth opening a little more in disbelief.
" Holy shit…!" He whispered, his eyes following his slicked finger's every movement as they went down to his entrance, pressing against it as he gathered courage. " Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," Tooru continued whispering like a strange sort of mantra, looking ready to drool as he sat forward. Gathering every ounce of courage he had within him, Hajime slipped a finger in, hissing loudly, arching his back before dissolving into shivers, covering his mouth with his hand to muffle his noises. " Fuck yes ! Oh fuck me... that's so hot !" Tooru moaned out, his hand working over himself quickly again, eyes roaming over Hajime's body to drink in the sight. Hajime turned his head to hide it against his shoulder, gasping at the foreign sensation and already regretting this stupid idea. Who was he kidding, he's not meant for this kind of thing, he's not an exhibitionist! This would be hot if it was Tooru doing it, but he sure as hell isn't Tooru. Iwa's skin was tingling at feeling those sharp eyes tracing every inch of his body, the temperature seeming to rise in the room. An embarrassing whimper passed Hajime's lips at Tooru locking eyes with him, his gaze searing right through him.
Without thinking Hajime curled his finger, jolting at the burning pleasure flaring, leaving him squirming and gasping like a drowned man. A low, guttural moan reached his ears, it dawning on him that it was his moan. His thighs twitched as he instinctively started rubbing his finger against his glorious bundle of nerves, lolling his head back. Holy shit does that feel nice…! Why the hell has he never done this to himself before?! Oikawa was purring out his name, the muscles in his arms tensing as he watched everything. Not satisfied enough, Hajime all too eagerly pushed another finger in, hissing sharply at the twinge of pain dulling all the pleasure that built up. Almost immediately Oikawa went from making his approval very audible, to speaking to him softly.
" Hajime, hey, you're doing great. You're so gorgeous right now. Just do what you did to me, you know how to do it. You're so amazing and wonderful. I already told you that you're too handsome for your own good, and I meant it," Tooru cooed, his voice making Iwaizumi relax despite himself, slowly spreading his fingers, trying to make it easier for himself. His member throbbed against his stomach, smearing pre-come over it as he found his sweet spot again. Despite having his own fingers inside himself, Hajime got the distinct feeling that he wasn't the one in control here. " Hajime, touch yourself," Came abruptly from Tooru, making Iwa's eyes snap back over to him, not having expected any commands from him. Hajime's body froze at the alluring, strong and confident look Tooru was giving him, like he had him completely figured out and was just ready to work him just like he wanted him. It was like he was daring him to try and tell him no. Hajime was fucked from the second he thought fingering himself was a good idea. Shuddering, Hajime couldn't help but start to reach out to do exactly what he was told, finding a dominant Tooru a sexy Tooru.
Wrapping his hand around himself, Hajime started stroking in time with the thrusts of his fingers. All too soon he was a hot mess, moaning too loudly for someone in an apartment, pre-come spilling over his hand, fingers working furiously inside of himself (Iwa's sure he probably drooled a little bit too). Hair was glued to his forehead with sweat, his back arching up at his fingers pressing just right. Panting heavily, Iwa was helpless to suppress the pleased shivers that wracked his body, too blissed out to give a fuck. Oikawa wasn't fairing much better than him, panting himself, slick, wet sounds coming from his end of the line.
" T-Tooru…! Ah~, fuck !" Iwaizumi moaned out, voice trailing off into a mewling chant of his name, just picturing the fingers inside him being Tooru's long nimble ones, toes curling in pleasure. Heat coiled in his groin, feeling himself start getting tighter as his climax inched closer.
" Hajime , oh god Hajime !" Tooru returned, slurred and nearly a moan as he neared his high as well. Iwaizumi choked as he curled his fingers, pressing them in just the right way to make himself see stars, quickly slapping his hand over his mouth before he could cry out in pleasure. The last thing he needs is a noise complaint for his effort to give Tooru a show. " Don't… hide your voice from me Hajime," Oikawa complained, earning himself a glare from Iwa before he was squirming in ecstasy again.
" I-I've got… neigh-b-bors, you ah dick!"
" That's fine, they'll know who you're taken by then."
" F-Fuck off- AH! " Hajime hissed, muffled by his hand before he was arching up and coming hard over his stomach, his hips jerking as white spotted his vision. It was lucky that he had his mouth covered, otherwise he definitely would've woken the neighbors with how loud he cried out. His muffled noises paired with Oikawa's moans that were like sweet velvet to Hajime's ears. Once his head returned from the stratosphere, Hajime pulled his fingers out, too tired to be disgusted by how wet and gross they were. Lead promptly filled his limbs, weighing him down as he tried catching his breath, thighs still twitching from excess bliss running through his veins. " Holy shit… that was… good ," He breathed out, not having thought it'd feel so nice to do something like that to himself. Maybe he doesn't regret doing something so out of his league. Iwaizumi tilted his head so he could see Oikawa again, his chest fluttering once again at seeing his satisfied little smile, blissed out and content. His face was still flushed a little, but it was slowly returning back to its normal color, hair clinging to his forehead as well. It was cute how Oikawa's eyes looked like they were barely staying open. No doubt if Hajime was there Tooru would be all cuddled up to him and nearly asleep.
" Mhn, yeah it was," Oikawa hummed, letting his head loll to the side, eyes shining with mischief as his smile stretched wider. " Can I look forward to another sexy show when I get home~? Maybe I'll even get to top now that you know the wonder that is anal penetration~!" He teased with a grating chuckle, Hajime flushing red again, glaring at his boyfriend's face on his screen. He should've known that asshole would let this get to his head. Willing himself to sit up, Iwa covered himself with his hand, giving Oikawa the best pissed off expression he could muster.
" You'll be lucky if you get anything when you get back, you fucking prick! You'll be fucking yourself if you keep that up!"
" Ooh~ do you wanna watch me do it to myself like you did? How kinky of you~!" Iwaizumi only grew redder at Oikawa purring at him, refusing to allow himself to get all hot and bothered again .
" F-Fuck off! I'm hanging up, don't hurry back, you fucking jerk!" Oikawa's laugh got cut off at him pressing the end call button, left to stew in the reality of what he did and grow more flustered as the night went on.
( Hajime also might've felt even more lonely that night trying to get to sleep, wanting to be clung to by his boyfriend who's entirely too warm.)
It seems like Iwaizumi has continued to make horrible decisions since dating- or even meeting - Oikawa Tooru. Their little... call helped him get through the rest of the week that Tooru was going to be gone, just a little less lonely in between Tooru's update texts. His team noticed his better attitude immediately with their usual creepy accuracy- Kuroo was the one who declared that he must've had phone sex, saying that he feels the same way after having phone sex with Kenma but Iwa blocked out the rest. He promised himself that he wasn't going to get worked up over Oikawa coming back. He promised .
Yet here he was… at the airport he knew Oikawa's flight was scheduled to arrive at… standing just behind a group of eager fans who were hoping to catch a glimpse of Oikawa Tooru. In order to prevent any more tabloid stories about them, he had on a black beanie, aviators, and a hoodie on. It's days like this that he's thankful that he looks so ordinary, he can so easily blend in with a crowd. That's probably why he's never had trouble out in public, he just doesn't look overly out of place- while guys like Oikawa can't blend in even if they wanted to because they're practically models . Hajime shuffled his feet awkwardly, feeling worse as time went on, ready to just bolt out of here before he was caught waiting little a lovesick puppy.
His choice was made for him when the crowd of fans started freaking out as a couple guys Hajime has never seen stepped out of the gate, clearly figure skaters as well. They didn't look too friendly as they walked by, only offering fake smiles to the fans. Hajime's attention was brought back as the yells grew louder and cameras flashed as the man he was waiting for stepped out. The hands buried in his pockets grew sweaty, his leg muscles twitching as his mind told him to run up to him but his body refused. Glaring at his stupidly pretty boyfriend, he watched on as Oikawa smiled and greeted his fans, shaking their hands and posing for pictures. All too suddenly those fucking eyes of his darted up, locking with Hajime's, flickering with recognition. Oh no… Oikawa perked up, smiling right at him, no doubt knowing exactly who he was. With his ears staining red, Hajime turned tail and quickly stalked off as Oikawa went to raise his hand to wave at him. Shit, he just willingly stroked that asshole's ego! How the hell is he going to live down be so eager to see him that he could barely wait for his plane to land.
He was still blushing as he settled into a seat at the back of the bus he got onto, crossing his arms and sinking in his seat. Fuck… he's got it bad for that stupid idiot. As soon as he heard more loud chattering and little squeals, he knew that dick followed him onto the bus. Determinedly, Hajime stared out the window he was next to as he listened to Oikawa talk himself out of spending the whole ride with the girls. He was ready to strangle him when he felt Tooru plot down next to him. Doesn't he get the point of laying low ?! Apparently he's fine with reporters hounding his ass over their relationship, trying to get it in writing that they fuck, because that's what'll happen.
" You look silly like that Iwa-chan," Oikawa whispered, nudging him with his shoulder, killing whatever anger he had. It's impossible to stay mad at Oikawa, just his stupid voice soothes Hajime like nothing else. Rolling his eyes, Iwa let his head fall against the window, frowning moodily out of it.
" Shut up," He grumbled, not even flinching as Oikawa sneakily slid his hand down his wrist, lacing their fingers together. All the tension that had settled in him through the week without Oikawa melted away, his shoulders falling as he relaxed, letting out a deep breath.
They had planned to go to Oikawa's rink to practice their secret routine, everyone not having paid Iwa any mind every other time he's been there. They planned on practicing, but while changing into practice clothing Oikawa groped Hajime's ass and it all went downhill from there. Hajime found himself shoving his tongue into Tooru's mouth while Tooru pulled his hair and shoved his hand down the back of his pants. Getting riled up, Iwa started blindly leading Oikawa to what he hoped would be the bathroom. There's no way either of them would be able to calm down without doing something. He frowned when he felt something in Tooru's back pocket, pulling out of the kiss as he pulled the condom out of Oikawa's pants.
" Really?" He huffed against his lips, hardly surprised that he'd have condoms on him, as shameless as usual. Tooru ran his hands through Hajime's hair, tugging just hard enough to drive Iwaizumi crazy.
" Wishful thinking," Oikawa mumbled as explanation, pulling him back in for another heated kiss as they stumbled into the bathroom. It was a blessing that no one was currently in the bathroom, otherwise they'd probably be witness to things they never wanted to see. Pushing Oikawa into a stall, Iwaizumi made quick work locking the door and pulling down his pants. It was a feat to manage to get the condom on with Oikawa ravishing his neck and moaning in his ear, being thoroughly distracting.
The fact a bathroom stall was hardly a good place for this kind of thing was lost on them as Iwa pulled Oikawa's pants down to his knees, bending him over the toilet. Tooru braced himself against the wall, already panting as he spread his legs wider to accommodate Hajime. Oikawa was anything but quiet as Iwa pushed in, surprised at the tightness not being what he thought it'd be considering he didn't stretch him. Hajime froze, staring at the back of Tooru's neck incredulously.
" Did you…?" Hajime trailed off, struggling to believe that Oikawa fucking prepared himself like the little shit he is. It's both scary and kinda hot how he can easily just plan for things to go his way with certainty that it will go his way. Said man turned his head to give Hajime a teasing grin, not hiding his arousal at all.
" Wishful thinking," Tooru purred out in a husky voice that had Hajime's grip tightening on Tooru's hips. Not questioning anything anymore, Iwa just began thrusting deeply into his boyfriend, drowning in the mewls coming from him with every thrust. Thankfully he remembered where his prostate was nailing it effortlessly, Oikawa just about losing his mind- and any volume control he possessed. Iwaizumi growled in his ear, only getting another weak moan from Oikawa.
" Be quiet, stupid! You want to get caught?!" Hajime protested, feeling the shudder that went through him as he hit his sweet spot again.
Hajime's heart stalled in his chest at hearing the door to the bathroom open, two voices talking. Quickly slapping his hand over Oikawa's mouth, he slowed his pace down, not wanting to get caught but wanting to get off too. Fuck, they should've just gone home instead of attempting to practice! Iwaizumi held his breath as he listened to the two men talk about one thing or another, praying they hurried up. Iwa's soul nearly escaped his body at Oikawa letting out a muffled moan, the bathroom going dead silent in its wake. Fucking hell…!
" Uhm..? You okay in there man…?" Cursing his horrible luck, Hajime frantically tried to come up with a decent excuse that wasn't 'oh I'm just balls deep in Oikawa Tooru, no worries'.
" Yeah, it's just that I like spicy curry, but spicy curry doesn't like me back," Fantastic… how classy. Here's to hoping figure skaters are as dim as they're made out to be… Iwaizumi's breath died in his throat at the two guys laughing, muttering agreements. Hajime's slow pace meant he was pretty much just rubbing his dick against Oikawa's bundle of nerves, tears dripping over Hajime's hand as Oikawa shivered with pleasure. With every shallow thrust Oikawa got tighter, making Hajime's sanity slowly start slipping, biting back his own moans. He wrapped his hand around Oikawa's dripping cock, not wanting to have to clean the stall.
" Well good luck with that bro, maybe we'll see you around and maybe grab some spicy curry, huh?" They joked as they started leaving the bathroom, Hajime managing a strained 'yeah'.
As soon as the door closed behind them Oikawa was coming into his hand, shuddering against him as he panting into his hand. The tightness was way too much, leaving Hajime following behind him swiftly. Oikawa started complaining about how mean it was for Hajime to ' tease him like that because he was going crazy and couldn't do anything about it' while they were cleaning themselves up. Iwa ignored him, too busy feeling so much lighter and happier just being around Oikawa again, a little startled by his own clinginess. He can just hear his team telling him that he's 'whipped', hardly caring about that when he's finally feeling content.
After practicing for a little while, both of them walking back home, it fairly late at night, late enough that it was dark and the streetlights were on. It was comfortable. Just walking in companionable silence through the mostly empty streets. Hajime even allowed Oikawa to hold his hand, still kind of nervous about showing affection in public for fear of the worst. It's hard to not be scared with how horrible people are these days, but he's trying to reassure himself that it's all paranoia.
Eventually they ended up in front of Iwa's apartment complex, Oikawa explaining that he can't stay the night because he has things he needs to be going to tomorrow. Something uneasy churned in Hajime's stomach, not comfortable with Oikawa walking back home by himself. Maybe it's just the protective boyfriend in him but he's just not okay with it.
" You want me to walk you back home?" Iwaizumi hesitantly asked, hoping Oikawa felt the same thing he did about this. He's not sure Oikawa's ever been out this late walking around by himself. Oikawa promptly waved him off, giving him a haughty look.
" Iwa-chan, I can walk myself back, you're already home, what's the point in walking me all the way to mine?"
" But-"
" No buts! Don't worry about it, I'm a big boy who can handle walking back home," He teased, leaning in to peck Hajime's lips, turning to skip off before Hajime could protest further. Standing at the gate of his complex, he watched Tooru disappear around a corner with dread pooling at the pit of his stomach. Sighing, Iwaizumi started digging in his pockets for his keys, trying to convince himself that it'd be fine. Tooru's right, he can handle going home alone, it's not that bad. It doesn't mean something's going to happen to him, he's just overthinking this is all. Hajime stared at his keys for a couple seconds before pocketing them and taking off after Tooru. Fuck that, he's going to walk Tooru home even if he has to bring him kicking and screaming.
Little did he know his worst nightmare was coming true just down the street. Oikawa was humming to himself, feeling refreshed after spending a good part of the day with his adoring boyfriend. His relationship was good, his day was good and his life was good. Things are just great. Or… they were .
Out of nowhere a slurred voice interrupted Oikawa's peaceful stroll home, four guys sauntering over to him with twisted up expressions. They just screamed trouble, every bone in Oikawa's body just telling him to run, but his pride rooting him to the spot.
" You some sorta fag, huh? You look like a fag," The biggest one spat, getting much too close for Oikawa's comfort, but he was still taller than the man, so he looked down his nose at him. He's never been one to just walk away from a verbal sparring match, his silver tongue too quick for even himself.
" And how do I 'look like a fag'? Does my face just scream ' I love dicks inside me'?" Tooru cheerfully questioned, pulling a strained smile while challenging the man with his eyes. The presumed leader's eyes narrowed, his three lackeys circling them, efficiently trapping Tooru with them. That's probably not good… They all reek of alcohol too, it makes Tooru want to gag.
" Yeah, it does. And, you see, my friends and I don't like gay little queers like you," Oikawa felt his rage spike dangerously, his smile dropping as his eye twitched. This is bad, he knows this is bad, it's not worth it.
" Homophobes are usually trying to cover up their own homosexual tendencies. You're probably seeking out 'gays' to get them to suck your dick, right? Well, I'm sorry to say that there's probably not much for me to even suc-" A hard punch to the face cut him off, causing him to stumble back into one of the other guys who promptly grabbed his arms and pinned them behind him with a laugh. He knew this would happen, but he can't help but open his big mouth. A swift knee to the gut knocked all the air out of him, his legs giving out. This is bad bad bad! But he's not weak, he's an athlete! Sure, these guys don't look like pushovers, but he's not a pushover either.
Before he could even gather the strength to fight back, a deep, familiar voice made his blood grow cold. Hajime… oh Hajime no...don't get Hajime into this… Yet there he was, standing before them, in all his furious glory. Why can't he just listen for once?!
" Hey, get your grubby hands off of him or I'll just break them," Hajime growled, looking very intimidating half lit by the light, his eyes blazing with rage and his mouth twisted into a mean scowl. The leader turned to face Iwaizumi, sneering at him in a similar way, raking his eyes up Iwaizumi, sizing him up. The man holding up Oikawa let go of him and shoved him to the ground, earning him a growl and icy glare from Hajime. Oikawa winced at the concrete cutting into his hands and shredding the knees of his pants, keeping his eyes trained on Iwa, feeling the urge to throw up out of stress.
" You this fag's boyfriend?" Tooru could just see the moment Iwa was ready to kill this guy, the rage practically rolling off of him in waves. Hajime glanced down at Tooru, locking eyes with him, his eyes softening.
" Yeah, I'm his boyfriend. So you're going to let him go before I beat your asses," That was apparently the last straw, the leader lunging at Iwaizumi, letting loose a fist that Hajime easily dodged. Iwaizumi grabbed his extended arm, holding him in place as he pulled back his other arm and punched him right in the face. A sick crack announced the leader's new broken nose as he crumpled to the ground, out cold. Oikawa's not gonna lie, that was pretty fucking hot how Iwa just knocked him out and broke his nose with one punch. The other three were quick to jump to their leader's defence, all coming at Iwaizumi now. Tooru willed his body to move to help Hajime fight off these pricks, but the fear coursing through his body planted it to the ground. He could only watch as they closed in on him, his eyes prickling with tears, praying Hajime doesn't get hurt.
Iwaizumi took a stift step back as one of the threw a punch his way, kicking out his leg to knock the guy's feet out from under him so he feel back on his ass. Though another guy snuck off to his side so he could get in a sucker punch, Hajime just shrugging it off like it was a little love tap or something. He whipped his arm over to the guy who sucker punched him, hitting him right in the solar plexus, grabbing him as he wheezed and burying his knee into the guy's stomach. The third man put Iwaizumi into a headlock, but it didn't last long until Iwaizumi grabbed the guy and bodily threw him to the ground. He writhed on the ground, seeing stars after his head had hit the hard concrete.
The first man that he had knocked down got back up and clocked Hajime hard over the back of the head, brass knuckles shimmering under the street light. Hajime stumbled a little bit, leaving the guy free to hit him again over the head, Oikawa opening his mouth to yell at him to stop, but no noise escaping him. Iwaizumi gathered himself again enough to turn around and punch the guy hard enough that he fell to the ground. Thankfully they all had enough, the other two helping the third guy up before gathering their still unconscious leader.
" Let's get out of here man, he's fucking crazy," One hissed at the other's before they hurried off into the darkness, the only sign they were there was some of their blood splattered on the ground. Oikawa let his eyes worriedly roam Hajime's body, checking for any obvious injuries. Hajime was panting, swaying on his feet, seeming to be trying to get his bearings again, blood dripping from his nose. Oikawa tried to get his leg muscles to finally move, but found himself only quivering, more scared than he thought he was. Watching those guys beat on Hajime and circle him like that was horrifying, especially knowing that it was all his fault. If he had just been smart and ran away, both him and Iwa-chan wouldn't be in this mess. Oikawa himself has a split lip and a bruise already forming on the side of his face, but other than that he's fine compared to Hajime. Iwa attempted to wipe the blood away that was streaming out of his nose, only succeeding in smearing it across his face. His knuckles were torn open and covered in both his blood and their blood, a big bruise already darkening his jaw, it swollen and sore looking. He looked horrible. When his gaze finally landed on Oikawa again, he staggered his way over, holding out a hand to help him up.
" Hey… you… alright?" Hajime breathed, his words slurred slightly as Tooru shakily got to his feet with Hajime's help. His injuries looked even worse up close, Oikawa's eyes starting to fill with tears again, guilt seeping into his bones. Shaky hands coming up to gently cup Hajime's face, rubbing a thumb soothingly over the part of his jaw that wasn't bruised.
" I should be asking you that. What were you thinking, going four against one ?" His own voice quivered and came out softer than he expected, sighing as Iwa leaned into his touch. What an idiot, he could've gotten himself killed! All for Oikawa's sake…
" You...you were getting hurt… I couldn't...let that happen… I'd take on… fifty guys if it meant you're save," Hajime slurred out, wrapping his warm, bloodied hand around Oikawa's wrist, offering him a lopsided smile that made Oikawa's heart squeeze. Laughing lightly, Oikawa shook his head at his boyfriend, getting lost in those inviting emerald eyes.
" Idiot…" He affectionately whispered, tugging Hajime closer, just wanting to go home with Hajime now and decompress after that trauma. Well, there goes him ever walking home alone at night, now he's wary of the streets. His very core grew cold as watching Hajime's eyes roll back in his head, his body starting to tip forward. Panic surged in him and as quickly got his arms under Iwa's, holding him up as he went limp. " Hajime?!" He tried shaking him, only getting his head bobbing around like a rag doll's. " Oh god, Hajime, Hajime?! " His hysterical voice echoed around the empty street as he lightly slapped at Iwa's face, trying to get him to come to again. Oh god, he got hit in the head with those brass knuckles! What if he shattered his skull or cracked something?! Violent sobs shook Oikawa's body as he started shaking all over again, struggling to keep holding Iwaizumi up. " H-Hajime p-p-please wake up! I-I can't do this on my own, I n-need you to wake up for me!" Tooru grabbed at Iwa's clothes, trying to haul him up onto his feet more, but Iwaizumi isn't the lightest person as a complete dead weight. Focus Tooru , he told himself, tears still streaming down his face, the hospital is close by, all you gotta do is bring him there as fast as you can and he'll be fine . Grabbing one of Iwa's arms and pulling it around his neck to try and lift his weight as much as he could, Oikawa did his best to ignore the fact Hajime's blood was smearing all over his shirt.
With blood dripping from Hajime's nose onto his shirt, Oikawa started limping down the street as quickly as Hajime's weight would let him. Tears dripped off his jaw as his breath shuddered, murmuring reassurances to himself. He'll be fine… Iwaizumi's too tough to let this affect him… It'll be fine…
It'll be fine...
A/N Did I mention I love Iwa, because I love Iwa ;A;