"Remind me why we're waiting three whole months again?" Izuku cocked his head to the side as he took all of Katsuki in. He was wearing thick soled combat boots, black jeans that were distressed on the thighs and greying in places, and another sheer shirt with bellowing arms that left no room for imagination.
The V of Katsuki's muscle at his hips guided Izuku's gaze downward. Katsuki snapped his fingers to call Izuku's attention back up, because he had just been staring at his crotch.
"I told ya, I wear the local designers." Katsuki was staring at Izuku too, both standing on the sidewalk with people brushing and pushing past them as the night grew wild around them.
Izuku had taken his advice and wore something shiny. It was a sequined silver vest that tightened at his waist from the back. And green jeans that hugged him like a second skin. His sneakers were green and silver, he thought maybe it was too matchy matchy, but wore it anyway. A long black chained earring dangled from his lobe, pierced and unused until now. And around his throat, just under his Adam's apple was a simple choker, a velvet strip.
Katsuki's eyes stared at it and Izuku grinned.
"I didn't mean for ya to wear a disco ball." Katsuki finally managed before he turned on his heel and walked toward a long line of people on the sidewalk. Izuku knew by now that his insults were a way of deflecting how he really felt. At least toward him. So the comment didn't hurt him or make him feel self conscious. He looked fucking fantastic.
"Kacchan said wear something shiny. This was my only shiny thing." Izuku caught up to him. And tried to put his hands in his pockets. They couldn't fit so he felt self conscious how they swung at his sides. He wanted to hold Katsuki's hand. That wasn't going to happen.
"Everyone's gonna see you." Katsuki buried his hands in his pockets too and strode to the front of the line.
"You said something shiny!" Izuku whined.
"It's fine, Izuku. I just gotta be wary of idiots is all." Katsuki looked at the bouncer who was inches taller than him, the bouncer's expression didn't change, then he opened the velvet rope and let them past.
"You're jealous!" Izuku was gleeful at the realisation.
"Oh whatever." Katsuki grumbled. Once they were past the corridor into the open space, music pumped out in an intoxicating beat. Izuku found himself bouncing a little.
The room was massive and packed with bodies. It was 10 on a Saturday night and everyone was here to get wasted.
The room smelled of filtered air and air-conditioning mingling with body odours and deodorant. And everyone was wearing either no shirts, shiny clothes, wild hair or all at once.
"What is this place?" Izuku leaned into Katsuki and said into his ear, careful not to shout. Katsuki turned his head, their noses an inch apart.
"It's Yueii. Or just UA. Whatever you wanna do, you do. No paparazzi gets in, no photos get out. Doesn't stop the rumours though." Katsuki leaned into Izuku's space, into the shell of his ear to speak and despite all the external stimuli, it felt like it was two of them alone.
"People come here to party with you famous people, huh?" Izuku teased, knowing his breath would tickle Katsuki's ear and make him shiver.
"Let's dance." Katsuki yanked him by the hand and into the crowd. And for a while they danced feet apart, facing each other and loosening to the rhythm. Izuku's cheeks had begun to hurt the way he grinned at Katsuki and the way he moved and the fact he could see everything beneath his shirt.
The beat of the music, the strobe lights pulsing around them, the heat of bodies and the sight of Katsuki moving fluidly before him had been more intoxicating than any alcohol could have done.
Katsuki was grinning too, but in the way it made Izuku feel undressed. He wanted to press himself to Katsuki and never let go.
"What are you drinking?" Izuku used this question as an excuse to close the space between them. He kept moving, dancing, his legs were close to Katsuki's, enough to rub thighs.
"You're ridiculous." Katsuki pulled Izuku to him and they danced. If Izuku was being honest, it was more like dry humping. But he would take what he could get.
Katsuki was touching him everywhere and nowhere. Their hips moved together and Izuku was sure they were both rock hard in their pants. Katsuki didn't seem to care.
Nor did Izuku.
Izuku buried his face into Katsuki's neck and inhaled. He let his lips skim his throat, then he pressed his lips to his pulse. And before he knew what he was doing, his mouth was open and his tongue tasted salt, his breath came hot and fast. Katsuki pulled away.
Izuku felt embarrassed he had slipped. Katsuki simply shook his head firmly, indicating that it won't happen, and he pulled Izuku to the bar.
He ordered bottled waters and two shots of cinnamon whiskey. Izuku took his and yelled over the music.
"I'm sorry!"
Katsuki shook his head. He leaned in and said just loud enough, "It's fine nerd. I asked ya to dance. Do you wanna go up to the lounge?" Katsuki jabbed his index finger upward.
Izuku followed it and saw an open lounge overlooking the dance floor with much less people and many squishy couches. He nodded.
All Izuku could think was that it was a perfect opportunity to be alone.
"Yes, yes I'd love to." Izuku smiled and wondered if it was quiet up there, or private enough that he could straddle Katsuki if Katsuki would let him. Izuku was disappointed when Katsuki didn't take his hand and lead him up the spiral staircase, but he was comforted by the sight of Katsuki's ass being hugged tightly by his jeans.
Izuku noticed that eyes followed Katsuki everywhere they went, and even as they rose onto the floor, despite Izuku wearing the disco ball, all eyes were on Katsuki; before they glided over to Izuku who didn't notice because he was too busy staring proudly at Katsuki's back. He saw a place on his left shoulder he wanted to sink his teeth into.
Katsuki found a booth in the far corner, which didn't stop eyes from following them. As Katsuki dropped into the red cushioned surface, he glared at every pair of eyes directed their way, and one by one they dispersed. Izuku chuckled, then sank beside him, careful to leave space between them, but close enough that the heat from Katsuki's body warmed him. He could feel the throb of his pulse on his choker in time with his heartbeat.
The music was quieter up here, and allowed for a half shouted conversation, or a regular one for intimate people. Izuku longed to sidle up to Katsuki's side and press his lips to his ear. He didn't.
"Do you want a bottle of champagne?" Katsuki asked, looking down at Izuku despite them both being seated. Their height difference made Izuku wonder how they would fit together in bed, and he could already feel Katsuki's breath in his hair, feel his body pressing against him from behind.
"I do." Izuku smiled, then shifted his legs to hide the bulge in his pants, thought better of it, then shoved his hand in his pants and pulled himself into his waistband, slowly so he knew Katsuki's eyes followed the movement. Izuku saw Katsuki swallow thickly, his eyes drinking every movement, the way Izuku wanted.
"Do you think this was a bad idea?" Katsuki asked as his eyes returned to Izuku's bright greens.
"Going out with you?" Izuku cocked his head to the side and Katsuki nodded once, slightly. "No. I want to do this."
"You look like you'd fuck me, if you got the chance." Katsuki smirked, though half heartedly.
"I would." Izuku admitted.
"So this is a bad idea." Katsuki let his head fall back and looked at the ceiling briefly. He closed his eyes for a moment, then he looked around, found a waiter and made hand gestures that Izuku didn't understand.
"You can tell me no just fine." Izuku teased, he let his knee touch Katsuki's, before he turned on on the lounge, folded one leg and leaned his arm along the length of the back. Katsuki looked at him through the side of his eyes.
"I can tell you no only so long." Katsuki said just loud enough that Izuku could read his lips and hear the rest. He grinned.
"Hey." A voice interrupted them. Izuku turned and found a purple haired man, lanky and lithe, staring at Izuku. Izuku smiled politely at him, and he noticed he was handsome, his shirt was half unbuttoned and his pants were tight. Suspenders hung from his hips, unused, and Izuku saw a tattoo on his sternum, while earrings hung in excess from both his ears.
"Hey." Izuku heard himself say it but he didn't mean to. It wasn't in him to be impolite.
"You wanna dance with me?" The man asked. Izuku felt Katsuki shift beside him and stiffen. Their thighs were now against each other, Katsuki was closer. Izuku liked him there. Izuku glanced at Katsuki who was murdering the stranger with his eyes and Izuku grinned.
This is perfect for making him jealous, Izuku thought.
"Sure!" Izuku said while looking at Katsuki. Katsuki's eyes widened slightly in surprise and flickered to Izuku who's grin widened. "I'll be right back, Kacchan."
"Nerd." Katsuki's voice was low and vibrated through Izuku's thigh to the centre of his chest, causing his heartbeat to completely lose its rhythm. Izuku looked at him expectantly. "Nothin'. I'll be here, aite?"
Izuku felt a little uneasy leaving him, but the feeling of Katsuki's eyes on him the entire way down the staircase and to the dancefloor kept his feet moving forward. When he and the stranger melded together to the beat of the song, Izuku's mouth barely reaching the man's collar bones, Izuku glanced upward and found Katuski leaning with his elbows to the metal barrier, staring intently at him.
Izuku held eye contact with him as he moved through the entire song, feeling his chest throb erratically, his body growing hotter and not from the movement of his body against someone else's. His arms were around the man's shoulders, weaving into his hair as he breathed in his floral smell and sweat, nothing like Katsuki. Katsuki's eyes never left him. Izuku didn't smile once.
"Can I have your number?" Izuku was aware the man was hard against his stomach, and he was hard too. But because of Katsuki, not him. Izuku looked up at him. "I'm Hitoshi."
"Izuku." Izuku swallowed and he put distance between their bodies. "But that man up there?" Izuku jerked his chin at Katsuki, "I'm his."
Hitoshi laughed. "I gathered as much, but I would be a fool not to try." Hitoshi looked up at Katsuki and waved with a wide, toothy grin. Katsuki's glare shifted from Hitoshi to Izuku. "If looks could kill…"
"Thanks for the dance!" Izuku leaned into him and kissed him on his neck, the only place he could reach. "I'll see ya around, Hitoshi."
"Sure thing, Izuku." Hitoshi walked with Izuku to the staircase leading to the lounge. "Listen, if it doesn't work out with him, I'd love to see you."
Izuku smiled. "You don't seem like a guy that gets no often."
"People kind of get brainwashed at the sight of me." Hitoshi shrugged his shoulders. Izuku was three steps up and only then could he look down at Hitoshi.
"Then there's someone out there for you." Izuku waved and made his way up to Katsuki who was back in the lounge with a bottle of unopened champagne in a bucket of ice and two flutes sweating on the table, empty but chilled.
"Had a good time?" Katsuki's elbows were up on either side of him and his chin was down.
"Are you jealous?" Izuku teased as he sank beside him again, familiarity and relief filling him. He was so comfortable with Katsuki, it was like drinking his favourite cup of tea at the end of a long day. Katsuki made a sound with his teeth and tongue, dismissing Izuku.
"Because if you were, you'd make me very happy." Izuku dared to press himself into Katsuki's side, filling the space under his arm perfectly. He felt Katsuki's fingertips brush his shoulder as he almost instinctively curled his arm around him.
"You wanna open the champagne, or should I?" Katsuki asked, leaning forward and pulling away from Izuku, but leaving their legs pressed together. Izuku shook his head and watched as Katsuki's nimble fingers worked the wiring around the cork head and then popped it loudly. It didn't chaotically hit the ceiling like Izuku thought it would, because Katsuki kept a hold of it, before expertly pouring the overflowing foam into one of the flutes.
In the same instance when Katsuki held the glass out for him, Izuku took it and swung his leg over Katsuki, straddling him. Katsuki's eyes widened and he looked up at Izuku.
"I know I said I wouldn't touch you, and technically, there's four layers of clothes between us, unless you're going commando, then it's three." Izuku balanced with his palms pressing into the leather surface, the squeaky sound of it drowned by the music's steady beat. "We're not touching."
"Izuku." Katsuki's mouth moved and Izuku couldn't hear his name, but he knew the way Katsuki's voice got husky when he was strained. Katsuki's hands were bracing him, his fingernails digging into the surface on either side of his hips where they sunk into the couch.
"I just need you to say you were jealous." Izuku leaned closer, his elbows now to the back of the lounge and his mouth to Katsuki's ear. The smell of Katsuki engulfed him, smokey and woody, his sweat mingling with it in a way that made Izuku want to grind onto him.
"Izuku." Katsuki's voice in his ear made his hips involuntarily move against Katsuki who was hard against his inner thigh.
"Say it." Izuku forced himself to stay still, his entire body on fire, tingling from the tips of his toes to his fingertips, he could practically feel Katsuki's large palms on his waist if only he would move them from their position on the couch.
"I'm jealous." Katsuki said, barely louder than the pulse of the music. His breath tickled Izuku's ear enough that Izuku could hear the words. "You're mine ."
Izuku pulled away. "It's only been three weeks. Not three months." His eyes burrowed into Katsuki's, whose eyebrows were pinched in concentration as he tried to focus on Izuku's face.
"You're mine. You've only ever been mine."
Izuku smiled, intoxicated by the champagne and the night, by the feel of Katsuki beneath him and the music around him. He allowed his forearms to curl behind Katsuki's head and his hands to thread through his spiky hair before he pressed his forehead to Katsuki's where they stayed until they couldn't breathe.
"I think I gotta get you home now." Katsuki said, his breath tickling Izuku's mouth and cheeks.
"Okay."
They didn't move, Izuku could almost taste him.
"How am I supposed to do this for two more months Izuku?" Katsuki asked, his fingertips now touching Izuku's knees, inching closer and closer. His touch sent electricity through him.
"I can be better." Izuku whispered, knowing Katsuki probably couldn't hear him.
"This was a bad idea." Katsuki murmured, his lips almost brushing Izuku's.
Izuku leaned back, away from his lips. The effort physically drained him. Then he planted a kiss, soft and lingering, to Katsuki's forehead. "Take me back to Kiri's."
Katsuki blinked up at him, his pupils blown wide, his eyes black holes of desire. Izuku extricated himself and grasped Katsuki's palm. He gestured at the almost untouched champagne. "The champagne?"
"Give it to the next table." Katsuki leaned into Izuku's ear, his tongue flicking against it and Izuku almost turned around and pulled him into a kiss. He smiled at Katsuki instead, and robotically gave the bottle to the table beside them. They were almost wasted, because their hands all flew to the air and their yells of happiness momentarily drowned the music from Izuku's ears.
The spiral staircase was away enough from the crowd and near enough to the exit that pushing past bodies didn't take long and they broke into the fresh night air. It was cool, and it made Izuku shiver because of his damp skin. He looked around to Katsuki who was looking down at him, a war in his eyes.
"I did, I made it difficult. But I promised you. Three months." Izuku pressed his palm to Katsuki's chest because he had stepped purposefully to Izuku, his mouth lowering as he bent his head down. "Get me home, Katsuki, so we can say goodnight, and we won't regret it."
Katsuki straightened and his hand shot to the back of his neck where it rubbed. Izuku could see his muscles straining like he was physically forcing himself to remain in place and utterly still. "Let's walk to a less busy place." Katsuki pointed down the street, to where the Uber had dropped them before. Izuku turned and walked, feeling Katsuki fall into step beside him.
They walked in silence for a minute, Izuku's mind racing on his own self control and if he pushed things too far. The way Katsuki wanted him scared him sometimes, because he knew once anything happened it would consume him. And Katsuki was already all he could think about.
"Please!" A man's yell echoed from a dark alley. Izuku stopped and peered into the dark. There was scuffling, the sound of something solid being hit, like a sack being hit. The man coughed.
"Hello?" Izuku called. Katsuki stopped and walked back to Izuku. But before he knew what he was doing, his body started running down the alley and three men came into focus out of all the dark shapes. One was doubled over on the floor, clutching his stomach. Panic engulfed his thoughts and Izuku was yelling. "Hey! Get off of him!"
Izuku ran up to them, trying to look intimidating. He found a beer bottle, fallen over and against the wall, broke it so that the jagged end offered him a weapon and then gestured it at the muggers. "I said get away from him!"
"What the fuck dude?" One of the men said to the other. They hesitated and Izuku stabbed at their general direction.
"I've called the cops, assholes. Get outta here!" Katsuki called from behind Izuku. The men both froze before they turned and disappeared down the alley. Izuku bent, but didn't touch the man.
"Hey, you okay?" He felt like he was intruding.
"No man. Can you just, go." The man said, then coughed shallowly.
"Do you need a car home? Or to the police?" Izuku ploughed on.
"Izuku- we should go." Izuku looked around at Katsuki who was looking over his shoulder. They were deeper into the alley than Izuku realised.
"Listen to your boyfriend." The man wheezed. "I was at a gay bar in a bad neighbourhood. This shit happens. You think the police cares?"
"Can we get you home at least?" Izuku pleaded, Katsuki was standing over him protectively now.
"Izuku, he doesn't want our help. Let's go before-" Katsuki's voice got lost in his throat, Katsuki's fear actually made him stand up from his stooping posture. He grabbed Katsuki's hand and squeezed. He looked over his shoulder. "Police would be here in a bit anyway. You better move dude, if you don't wanna talk to them." Katsuki said over Izuku's shoulder.
Katsuki pulled him to the safety of the sidewalk, and when he pressed his hand to Katsuki's chest in the car ride home, his heart was like a punch against his palm with every beat. Katsuki let him keep his head to his shoulder, and eventually, the rhythm slowed to a steady calm.