How Oikawa had convinced him to come here, Hajime had no clue. The place was crowded with rich people, laughing and asking for more and more expensive things. He slipped his tan fingers against a silk suit and just about threw up when he saw how much it costed.
"You ready to look fancy Iwa-chan?" The brunette giggled, blowing a kiss to his cheek.
Iwaizumi had honestly given up on getting the obnoxious male to call him something other than Iwa-chan, but it still irked him. "Tooru, these suits cost more than my life." He mumbled, scrunching his nose up at the expensive fabrics.
A breathy laugh pulled his attention to a girl with too much makeup and an obviously fake chest. Usually he wouldn't judge, but her plastic boob was sliding out of her skin tight black dress as if saying 'look at me!' It made it hard to ignore. "A handsome young man like you should realize he's worth more than these cheap suits! Oikawa, seriously, your friends are so funny!" That fake laugh again, but now she was clinging to the brunette's arm, pressing herself against him. "I love it when you come here! I take it you have a party tonight? Take me as your date, Tooru!"
Iwaizumi found himself carefully detaching the woman from the model with a frown. "Sorry, but that roll has already been filled. He's taking me." He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes in a clear sign, back off. Whether their relationship was real or fake, it didn't matter, he didn't like anyone trying to steal away his date.
"Ah, Iwa-chan's so scary when he gets protective!" Oikawa laughed, hugging the shorter male from behind. Instead of shrugging him off, Hajime wrapped his arm around his lean waist, keeping the boy close.
"O-oh! So you must the Iwaizumi that Tooru was talking about on the news… I thought you might have broken up by now, uh… right, let's get you in a suit! Miki will take care of you!" The girl stammered before rushing off.
"Hmm, at least she didn't ask for my number again. She tries to get me to go on a date with her everytime I come to Tokyo. I don't think she realizes I don't feel the same way." The brunette blushed and tangled their fingers together, moving back to look at some prototypes. "You should wear a vest that still shows your arms… I like your tattoo and I don't want you to cover it up."
Hajime blinked slowly, blushing a little as well. "I thought your manager said I needed to look like a gentleman?" Oikawa just stuck out his tongue in obvious disregard. "Why do I have to go to Oikawa? Didn't you say yesterday that you wanted to keep me out of the public eye?"
Tooru froze, suddenly he didn't look so cheerful. "If I keep hiding you, then they'll find you eventually. I don't want them to bother you when you're away from me, so if they get their shots when we're together, you can have your privacy."
Iwaizumi sighed and rested his head on the brunette's shoulder, kissing a bit of skin that wasn't covered by his shirt. "I see, well I guess that works.." Yesterday, when Oikawa had come to his apartment, he had gotten a call from his manager announcing that the two of them needed to attend a party the next day. At first Hajime had protested, but after a lot of pleading and puppy dog eyes, he found himself waking up early so that the two of them could go shopping today. This guy was ruining his sleep schedule.
"Iwaizumi, right? What type of suit were you looking for?" A new girl, probably Miki, asked.
Hajime glanced over at Oikawa and sighed, untangling himself so he could properly talk to the girl. "You have any vests?"
An hour later they were walking out the shop with Tooru humming happily. Iwaizumi rolled his eyes and flicked the back of the brunette's head with a sigh. "At least try and act your own age, idiot."
"So mean, Iwa-chan! You should too you know! You're too serious all the time, do you ever smile?" Hajime just rolled his eyes, glancing down at the bag in his hand. Oikawa hadn't let him see how much it costed, but it was probably a lot. He felt bad, but the loss of money didn't seem to affect the other.
"Sometimes, but I don't see the point in smiling all the time. It makes it insincere." Like yours.
Oikawa seemed to catch onto the silent words, his eyes suddenly turning downcast. "Smiling makes everything better, and no one tries to pry because you look happy. I guess that's what scowling does for you, huh? You scare them away while I trick them. We're a scheming duo from Hell." Tooru laughed, shooting Iwaizumi a cheeky wink. Hajime quickly looked away, scowling even more now. His face felt hot, too hot for such a simple wink. "Come on, we need to get changed. The party starts soon!" The brunette quickly tugged him to a cab and they were off.
Iwaizumi watched Tokyo slide by, taking in the rush of people and lights. They were heading to a much nicer part of the city, probably where Oikawa lived. Did the guy live in a mansion or something? His question was soon answered as they pulled up to a large house, not quite big enough to be a mansion, but certainly close. There was already music coming from inside and flashing lights. The party had started without them.
"Tooru, is this your house?" He asked as they stepped out of the cab, heading up the stone driveway.
"Mm, you're wondering how everyone got here before me? My manager probably let them in. Hopefully nothing has been broken." The brunette led the way inside, waving to the guests who noticed them.
They were all dressed so fancy, standing around, swaying their hips to music. It wasn't too different from the bars that Hajime had become accustomed too, but they were all too attractive and rich. There were no sweaty geezers sitting in the corner, hungrily eyeing a scantily dressed girl. Actually, the girls here wore much more clothing than what he was used to. Men wore suits, chatting and drinking. It was like a modern ball. Rich people were weird, and Oikawa just blended in with it all, even with his plain white t-shirt and faded blue jeans. Somehow he looked as fancy and handsome as the guys with nice suits.
"Come on Iwa-chan, we can go change in my room. Only I have the key to there, so we shouldn't find any… surprises." Tooru gripped his hand harder, making sure they weren't separated in the crowd, or maybe he saw how uncomfortable Iwaizumi looked. He felt underdressed and much too grouchy to be around these bubbly models.
It was a relief to find themselves alone in Oikawa's bedroom, the music vibrating the floorboards ever so slightly. Otherwise, it was as though there was no one else in the house but them. Immediately the brunette started stripping, discarding his clothing until he was standing in boxers with little green aliens. He couldn't help it, Hajime started to laugh, gripping the cool surface of a dresser to keep himself upright.
Tooru's face turned red, but he stood there, eyes wide and a large smile on his face. "Your laugh… I love you laugh, Iwa-chan!"
The latter just hummed, a smile taking the place of his usual scowl. "You like aliens Shittykowa? I guess I could see it, you seem like a big nerd."
"So mean! Aliens are really cool, so shut up!" Oikawa stuck out his tongue and ran to his closet just to return with a nice black suit.
In the time that his fake boyfriend was gone, Iwaizumi had stripped and was in the process of buttoning his shirt up. A crash caught his attention, however, when Oikawa dropped his clothes and covered his eyes. "Ah Hajime, a little warning before you strip!"
His scowl returned as he pulled his vest on. "You didn't give any warnings. You even saw less than I saw!" Iwaizumi growled, punching the other man's arms.
"Yes, but Iwa-chan, you have self control and I don't…" It came out as a mumble, but Hajime caught every word. He felt a fire start in his stomach, unable to keep himself from pulling the model closer to him. Oikawa was still only in his alien boxers, driving Iwaizumi insane.
"I highly doubt that.." He whispered, slamming their lips together. He wasted no time in slipping his tongue into Tooru's mouth, tangling the appendages together. Iwaizumi pressed the male onto the bed without breaking the kiss. It felt so good to taste the other on his lips, to feel his trembling body and his soft moans. He wanted to make Oikawa scream, but there were too many people in the house. "Stay quiet." He warned before journeying down that sweet tan skin, licking the nape of his neck.
Hajime nipped at the sensitive skin above Tooru's collarbones, taking delight in the strangled moan it produced. He moved his mouth down farther, twirling his tongue around those pink buds, kissing that thin stomach.
"Ah! Iwa-chan! Pl-please!" Tooru whispered, tangling his fingers into Iwaizumi's dark brown hair. Hajime almost complied, but he liked this. He liked seeing Oikawa turn into a mess and then…
"We have guests. We can't keep them waiting. Get dressed and then let's get down there." That look, oh god it sent chills down his spine. It was a look of pure anger and lust all mixed into one. It made Iwaizumi ache, but he ignored it and pulled on his vest. He had a feeling they were going to drive each other insane, but in the best way possible.
Once Oikawa had finished getting dressed, with trembling fingers he may add, they slipped down to join the party. Immediately they were engulfed in fake smiles and cheerful congratulations. Iwaizumi noticed the jealous looks, even behind those smiles. It was concerning to see how many people actually wanted Oikawa, but it also felt good. To them, he had stolen the grand prize and Iwaizumi loved every second of it. Tooru truly was a prize.
At one point the pair was separated and everyone wanted to know how they met, and how long they had been together. Iwaizumi took a long drink, savoring the rich tang of alcohol. He knew shouldn't say that they had just met, at a bar nonetheless, but nothing else was coming to mind. How did people normally meet? He was only used to picking up people at bars, and he certainly never had to answer questions about them. "Well…"
"Iwa-chan and I met at the arcade about a week ago! I was just about to beat the high score and lights were flashing, but then I messed up and I died. I was really upset and he just silently handed me enough money for one more game. I ended up winning, of course! We just spent the rest of the day together until he asked me out on an official date. He didn't even know was famous at first, so it was kind of refreshing." Oikawa slipped his hand into Iwaizumi's, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Despite how odd it seemed that two grown men would be at an arcade, he could almost believe the story. Oikawa should have been an actor, not a model.
"Aww, that's so cute! I met my boyfriend at a boring premier! It sounds so lame in comparison!" There were murmurs of agreement as the group complained softly about how they met at photo shoots and red carpet events. Yes, totally boring, note the sarcasm. There were plenty of people who die for the opportunities that these people had as an everyday occurrence. Still, he kept his mouth shut and his hand firmly in Tooru's. It made him happy to see that the other looked almost as bored as he felt. Though that was kind of sad since it was his party.
The sky began to bleed red as the sun set, making the lights from inside the house seem harsher. The loud music and endless small talk was starting to give Iwaizumi a headache. How these people could do this all the time, he had no idea. The vest felt uncomfortable against his broad chest. It fit well, but it was just extra material he wasn't used to, not to mention much thicker. It was hot in this mass, but he had learned his lesson not to leave Oikawa's side. It was then that they guests asked him the most questions. At least with the brunette around, all he really had to do was nod and add in a word or two. It was simple.
Tooru's manager showed up sometime around midnight, pushing through the crowd to get to her client. Oikawa hadn't noticed her yet, and neither had the small group that surrounded them. "So when are you two going to move in together? Isn't it weird that you're still living separately? My boyfriend and I moved in together the next day" Iwaizumi felt his face flush slightly, though he said nothing. He hadn't thought about living with Oikawa. Of course, that was to be expected from normal couples, but they were exactly normal, or truly a couple.
"Iwaizumi will be moving in soon, right Tooru?" Oikawa's manager stopped beside them, her arms crossed over her chest. Her expression was clear, there was no choice.
"Of course, Chikako! I was actually going to ask Iwa-chan later tonight, but I guess now is as good a time as any!" Those chocolate hues found his, silently pleading.
Oikawa definitely owed him for all of this. "I would love too, Tooru. Maybe I could stay over tonight since it's so late and I live all the way across Tokyo?"
"Ahh! Yes, of course Hajime!" Oikawa all but threw himself into his arms, wrapping himself around the tan male. It was a sight to behold for the guests, a few of them even took out their phones to take pictures. Just what he needed, another reason for Kageyama to call him in the morning asking questions.
The night passed in a blur, he just kept drinking, not enough to make him drunk, but enough that the noise dulled and his vision wasn't as clear. It made the time pass faster and before he knew it, they were saying goodnight to the last guest. She pressed a quick kiss to Oikawa's cheek before running off, only looking back to send them a quick wave. The moment the door closed, Hajime buried his face into the taller male's shoulder. He was tired and trying to socialize without looking intimidating was taxing. He just wanted to pass out in the male's arms, but Tooru wouldn't let him.
"Come on, you'll be uncomfortable in the morning if you fall asleep here… you did a good job tonight Iwa-chan. Thank you. I know it's hard to get used to, but I really appreciate how hard you tried." Oikawa's voice was soft, lulling him farther into his daze, but somehow Iwaizumi found it in himself to pull away and start climbing the stairs to the brunette's room.
"I don't like being around so many people… it's confusing." He mumbled, voice hoarse.
"Mm, I understand, but it was just one night. Come on, let's go to bed." Oikawa gripped his hand and led him back into his large room. They began to strip until both of them were in boxers, but Hajime was too tired to even think about doing anything other than sleep. It seemed Tooru was the same as they both slipped under the covers, the taller of the two tangling himself in Iwaizumi's arms. It was warm and comforting to feel another person's heartbeat as he fell asleep.
He could get used to this.
I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! The next one they'll go on a "date". Kageyama and Hinata will make an appearance, but I'm still unsure whether or not they will be together, so opinions? I'm really trying to update as often as possible and reviews are really helpful to let me know whether or not you guys are actually enjoying this! If you have any suggestions for anything, please feel free to comment them! Please review, like, and follow! Thank you ^-^