"Let's exchange phone numbers,"
"Eh?" Yamaguchi stops midway in trying to put on his clean shirt.
"You don't really think this'll be a one-time thing, do you Yama-chan?" Oikawa sits cross-legged on the bed, grinning animatedly at him.
In all honesty, Yamaguchi thought that it is. Now that Oikawa said that, he's not sure whether to feel happy or to be depressed. "Uh, but I…"
"You were great!" Oikawa tips his body forward. "Just ask Kuroo here!" He points at the man lying limp behind him. Earning no reaction or whatnot, Oikawa grunts. "Kurooo, tell little Yama-chan here that he did great."
Kuroo doesn't budge from where he's lying down but he stirs a little. "Shut up, I'm fucking tired," He mumbles, "And yeah, Yamaguchi… Maybe we could do it again…" He ends it up with a tired yawn before dozing off again.
"See?" Oikawa turns back to him, eyes hopeful and twinkling.
"I… um," Yamaguchi pulls his shirt down slowly. "I'll see what I can do about it." He says blushingly, his entire face burning.
"Fantastic! Just, let me grab my phone first."
His legs are wobbly and it's almost hard to keep his posture steady. Apparently a few of his teammates realize too.
Yamaguchi joined his team back at the hotel they're staying in the afternoon. Nobody had asked him anything, but judging from the weird stare they were giving him, he was pretty sure they had heard about what happened.
"I heard from Sawamura-san," Tsukishima says once they're alone in the room, "That you were hanging out with Kuroo-san and the rest of Nekoma team."
Yamaguchi grits his teeth. So that's what Kuroo had been telling them. Still, feigning innocence would only serve to piss Tsukishima off even more, so he decides to play along. "Oh, um, yeah. He said he'll take me around the city." He answers as casually as he can while busying himself with folding up his laundry.
Tsukishima exhales through his nose and waits before finally opening his mouth. "… Why you? That's weird."
Yamaguchi has his back at Tsukishima, so it's not possible to look at his friend's current expression. Is he mad? Jealous? Or just pure confused? "What's wrong, Tsukki? Are you… disappointed?" Yamaguchi tries to keep a flat tone and laughs airily. "I know you've always been the one closer to Kuroo-san, so it must be pretty weird, huh, that he was looking for me instead."
"What?" Tsukishima sounds a little bit offended. Even without turning around, Yamaguchi can tell that his friend is positively frowning.
"Um, don't worry." Yamaguchi zips his bag close and finally whips his head to look at his blonde friend. "We didn't really do anything. Just a little… sightseeing."
"What do you mean, Yamaguchi?" Tsukishima visibly scowls. "I'm not worried about him – "
The front door swings open as Hinata casually invites himself inside. "Hey, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, dinner is ready and… uh… " The tiny ball of sunshine pales and shrinks smaller when Tsukishima throws him a rather deadly glare. "Am I… Am I interrupting anything…?" He says, a little softer this time.
Yamaguchi turns around and gives him the brightest smile he can manage (at the moment). "Not at all! I'm really hungry, let's go have some dinner!"
Tsukishima graces him with a look of absolute annoyance before exiting the room quietly. Hinata eyes follow him curiously before looking back at Yamaguchi.
"What's wrong with him?"
Yamaguchi sighs. "It's not him…" He feels a painful tug in his chest, his emotions ready to burstanytime now. "He did nothing wrong."
–
"Hey, hey Yamaguchi, what do you think about that tall first-year?"
"Huh?" Yamaguchi looks up from his Yakisoba bread at Hinata. "The one who doesn't talk much…?"
Hinata nods. "He's really intimidating too, just like a combination of Tsukishima and…" He tones down his voice to a whisper and leans in. "Kageyama."
Yamaguchi snorts into his hand. "Tsukki was not that quiet," He chuckles.
"I'm not what?" Tsukishima pops out from behind Yamaguchi, tilting his head backward. "You know I'm sitting right next to you, right?" He focuses his glare on Hinata.
"Sheesh, we're talking about that kid, you know, …what's his name again?" Yamaguchi shoves Tsukishima away from his personal space. "The one who looks like he's always lacking in sleep."
Tsukishima bites into his own bread and stare blankly into the distance, clearly has lost his interest. "You should at least remember their names, Yamaguchi. I think Ennoshita-san wants to appoint you as the next captain."
Yamaguchi squirms and huffs. "That's not happening. And besides, I don't think I like the responsibility that much…"
"What do you mean! You'll definitely make a good captain, Yamaguchi!" Hinata shouts and practically jumps into his side.
"Remind me again why we're having lunch together with this… guy?" Tsukishima mutters under his breath, earning an elbow to the rib from Yamaguchi.
"He needs help with his home – " Yamaguchi's phone suddenly buzzes inside his pocket, cutting him halfway. He fishes his phone out and eyed the screen impassively.
You got one new message!
Sender: Oikawa Tooru.
Something in his mind shifts, making his heart race. He quickly locks his phone back to keep Tsukishima from seeing and places it down on his thigh. "Hinata needs help with his homework," He repeats evenly.
"I heard you the first time," Tsukishima provides.
"Sorry, Tsukki," Yamaguchi giggles, somehow feeling guilt welling up in his chest. "That reminds me, can I borrow your English notes – "His phone rings unexpectedly, and unfortunately, the caller ID says Oikawa Tooru. He stands up suddenly, surprising his two friends.
Tsukishima peers at him from behind the frame of his glasses curiously.
"I, uh…" Yamaguchi grabs his phone nervously. "I have to get this."
"Okay…?" Hinata responds confoundedly, while Tsukishima is as passive as ever.
Yamaguchi nods awkwardly before bolting to the back of the gym. He presses the dial button frantically.
"Y – Yes?" He answers the phone out of breath, hanging his head down.
"Oh you actually pick up! What's up Yama-chan!"
"O… Oikawa-san." It's really him. Yamaguchi chokes, his breath stuck on his throat.
"Did you miss me? Sorry I haven't been able to contact you for so long. Who knew being a college freshman is so much work," Oikawa whines. "It's been like what, a year now? How're you and blondie holding up?"
Yamaguchi leans against the wall and slides down. "The same…" He huffs wearily, "We're not even in the same class anymore…"
The other line is quiet for a while before Oikawa hums out on an apologetic manner. "Sorry to hear that,"
Yamaguchi says nothing in return – the grass underneath his shoes is suddenly very interesting.
"I'll hug you if I were there," Oikawa suddenly says out of the blue, alarming Yamaguchi whose face is now very, very warm. No matter how weird it came out, the offer sounds tempting and… nice.
"Uh-huh," Yamaguchi finds himself laughing; the heaviness in his chest suddenly disappears. "I'd like that."
"Hence why Kuroo and I are on our way to Miyagi," Yamaguchi snaps his head up in shock. He can faintly hear the mischievous smile on Oikawa's voice. "Think you can make some time for us after school?"
"Wh – What," Yamaguchi stammers, "D – don't suddenly make weird plan like that, Oikawa-san,"
"I'll call you once we arrived there, alright? I think Kuroo remembers where Karasuno is,"
"Karasuno?" Yamaguchi echoes incredulously. "Wa – Wait!"
"See you later, Yama-chan~" And just like that, Oikawa hangs up. Yamaguchi is left staring at his phone in disbelief, perplexed and maybe, a wee bit irritated. Great, just… great. Not only that two of the most troublesome (but still very hot to some extent) people Yamaguchi ever knows are about to visit him, in his school, they also, obviously, want to fuck.
"Why me…" Yamaguchi questions himself that a lot of time, even though he gradually accepts things for what they are, in the end.
–
"I have urgent matter I need to attend to, so I'll be late for practice." Yamaguchi explains wryly, his fingers nervously fiddling around with the strap of his bag. "Tell Ennoshita-san for me, alright?"
"Huh? Where are you going?" Kageyama, who had just joined them, asks inquisitively.
"Uh…" Yamaguchi gestures loosely to his friends. "Stuff!"
Hinata throws Tsukishima a concerned look, but Tsukishima doesn't say anything. In fact, he looks mildly indifferent. He slings his bag over his shoulder and walks quietly to the direction of the gym.
Yamaguchi wants to scream. "So, uh, see you guys in a while?"
"Yeah," Yachi nods awkwardy, aware of the growing tension between them. "Good luck with your… stuff." Yamaguchi bobs his head while walking backward. He throws his hand in the air and makes an okay sign before turning on his heels and sprints outside.
True enough, his phone rings again for the nth times just as he arrived at the gate of his school. This time, it's none other than Kuroo.
"Um, yeah?" He begins quietly, breath coming out short.
"Oh, Yamaguchi?" Says the voice from the other line. "Where are you? I think I'm lost. No – wait, isn't this your gym – "
Yamaguchi practically yells into the phone – no, more like, shrieking. "Wa… Stay where you are!" He instructs, hopefully those two idiots refrain from walking around mindlessly into the gym because the volleyball club is practicing and Tsukishima is there.
He runs as fast as his feet can take him and comes to a halt abruptly when he sees a crowd gathering just in front of him. They're mostly girls, carrying their cellphones around while squealing;
"Is that Oikawa-san?"
Yamaguchi heaves a loud sigh. Even in his school, Oikawa is still as popular as ever, it seems. Well, he did appear in many sports-related magazines lately.
He pushes through the crowd and out to the courtyard where he sees the two culprits (but Oikawa, mostly) responsible for this chaos casually waving around and flashing meager smile.
"Can't you just wait outside, like any normal person would?" Yamaguchi says grimly once he's perched next to them.
"Where's the fun in that?" Kuroo grins at him. The image of the dark-haired boy makes Yamaguchi's skin hot.
"Yama-chan!" Oikawa throws his arms at him, locking him into a tight embrace. "You're so tall now!"
Yamaguchi coughs and almost stumble backward. "Please don't do that Oikawa-san." His eyes skim the group of girls who's eyeing him curiously.
"Your voice changed too!" Oikawa draws back, hands clenching on Yamaguchi's shoulders. He looks genuinely astounded, but there's an impish glint in his eyes that Yamaguchi is scared to acknowledge further.
There's a pensive pause as the boy looks around before he clears his throat. "Let's go someplace where you won't attract unnecessary attention." He suggests, mostly because he's scared one of his teammates would overheard the commotion and peeks outside of the gym.
Thankfully, both Kuroo and Oikawa agree and they follow Yamaguchi quietly without any question. They walked to the back of the clubroom's building where it's empty at the moment. Oikawa keeps on looking around, observing his surrounding while Kuroo… Kuroo doesn't seem to give any fucks at all.
"The girls' uniform here is really cute, don't you think?" Oikawa comments, fanning himself with his hand.
"Eh," Kuroo shrugs, "Everything looks the same to me,"
"I bet Yama-chan would look good wearing them,"
Kuroo arches one of his brows, his smile devious. "Now that, I couldn't agree more,"
"What did I do to deserve this," Yamaguchi breathes out resignedly, holding his head with his hand. "You can't just um… barge into someone's school and uh, do whatever you want, you know,"
Both Kuroo and Oikawa stop their animated chat and looks up at him altogether. Oikawa smiles at him, a bit regretfully. "Are you mad because we never contacted you for a year?"
Yamaguchi purses his lips and webs his fingers together. "A year and a half, actually."
"Ahaha, well, college is rather harsh, to be honest," Oikawa laughs dryly. "That's why when I finally had a week off, we decided to visit you first, our lovely kouhai!"
Yamaguchi rolls his eyes. "We're not even that close," He says evenly, trying to hide whatever trail of excitement left in his voice.
Oikawa gasps theatrically. "How can you say that after all we've done together?"
Yamaguchi wants to die of embarrassment. "I – err, well… then I supposed you're here to… um," He slips on his tongue, unable to find the word he needs. His heart is jumping around inside of his chest, threatening to spill his growing excitement.
Kuroo snickers. "Exactly,"
"What! B – But not in school! At least can't you wait until I finish the club acti – "
He hears something rattles and he stops talking altogether when he notices the key in Oikawa's hand.
"What is that," He asks in horror, shaky finger pointing at Oikawa's direction.
"It's a key," Oikawa deadpans. Beside him, Kuroo tries to stifle a laugh.
"What key,"
Yamaguchi finds out not long afterward that Oikawa had stolen the key to a club storage room, just right beside the clubrooms' building. The two older men shove him inside forcefully, their smiles bright and intimidating. Yamaguchi isn't sure what to feel.
Oikawa closes the door quietly and drops his backpack to the ground with a thud. Kuroo stretches his arms – like it's the most natural thing to do at the moment – and tilts his neck right and left.
Yamaguchi had fallen down into a training mattress – oh my god what's that thing doing here – and props his body on his elbows as he eyes the two men – or predators – before him. He swallows hard. His pulse quickens and he can hear it resounding in his ears, loud and clear. The way Kuroo looks at him is almost exhilarating.
"S – So that's it? Uh, no casual chit chat or whatsoever?" Yamaguchi stiffens when Oikawa takes a step closer to him.
Kuroo shakes his head. "You said it before didn't you?" He says, "We're not that close."
Yamaguchi gulps. God, he swears one day he's going to get back on the two of them for humiliating him like this. Kuroo shrugs off his jacket, revealing his well-developed biceps – making Yamaguchi's mouth goes immediately dry. Okay, maybe not right now, but one day.
Oikawa squats down next to him, his smile unchanging. He runs his hand through the mattress' surface and hums innocently. "They even provide a cushion here. How convenient."
"Too convenient," Yamaguchi squints. After a long silence Yamaguchi sighs in defeat and collapses on his back, stretching out his arms and legs. "Fine, d – do whatever."
Both Kuroo and Oikawa eye him owlishly.
"Just make it quick," Yamaguchi adds. "…Please?"
–
Yamaguchi is leaning against a shirtless Oikawa, head perfectly aligned in the guy's broad shoulder with his hands pressed against his mouth; trying to dampen the noises escaping his throat. Oikawa's hands are everywhere; his chest, stomach, and his waist – while Kuroo is expertly sucking on his cock. Okay, so maybe agreeing to this isn't that bad, he admits timidly inside of his head.
"Ahn," Yamaguchi winces when Oikawa pinches his nipples. The older man ducks his head and nibbles on his earlobe.
"That's alright, let your voice out," He murmurs.
Like hell, Yamaguchi mentally scolds him. He keeps on pressing his lips together, even when the tip of his cock touches the back of Kuroo's throat. Inside of the dark-haired guy feels warm and wet and amazing, and he thinks he's going to come because of the overstimulation. He really doesn't want that. He doesn't want them to drag this any longer either.
Oikawa places an open-mouthed kiss at his shoulder, still playing with his nubs. "Do you want us to fuck you now, Yamaguchi?"
One of Yamaguchi's hands found its way to Kuroo's head, burying his fingers into his hair. "Ah – hnng, yeah." He breathes out, voice coming out a little hoarse than he intended to.
Kuroo pulls back a little, licking stripe along the underside of Yamaguchi's cock to the head and looks up at him through his glassy eyes. There's drool on his chin and his skin looks absolutely flushed. Yamaguchi thinks he's very attractive like that. He sits back up and grabs the bottle of lube Oikawa had prepared for him and coats his fingers with it.
Yamaguchi slides down to his back and rests his head on Oikawa's lap. The guy flashes him a smile and dips his head to gives Yamaguchi a soft, upside down kiss. Yamaguchi hums in delight and parts his mouth open, giving permission for Oikawa to go deeper. He feels Kuroo slowly spreading apart the cheeks of his ass and he inhales sharply.
He turns his face to the right and lets out a breathy moan as Kuroo's slick finger pushes in easily.
The door swings open. The sound of metal hitting the wall behind it echoes inside the small, cramped space.
Yamaguchi's eyes snap open and his heart jumps out of his ribs.
"Yamaguchi…?" Tsukishima is standing by the doorframe; the light from outside limiting his view, but Yamaguchi can see Tsukishima's mouth hanging open and eyes blown.
He scrambles to get his thought together, but is too weak to actually do anything.
A moment passed until Oikawa finally snorts into his hand. "You're here," He says ridiculously, as if he's been waiting for Tsukishima's arrival. Never in his life had Yamaguchi want to kill anyone this bad; it's making him numb.
"N – No," Yamaguchi manages shakily, trying to push himself up and rummages through the mattress for his clothes. "This… This isn't w – what you – " His entire body shakes with tremor. Why didn't Oikawa lock the motherfucking door?
Tsukisima stands in stunned silence before narrowing his eyes dangerously, like he's finally grasp the whole situation.
Yamaguchi's breathe hitches.
Kuroo laughs gruffly, wiping the spit on his face. "Like what you see, Tsukki?" Yamaguchi wants to kick him in the face; why did he say that now, of all time?!
Tsukishima doesn't say anything; instead he steps inside and closes the door behind him and hangs his head low.
"Tsukki – " Yamaguchi starts, but unable to come up with an excuse. He's not sure if he's even allowed to make any excuse when he's pretty much caught red handed. Tears start welling up in his eyes. "Tsukki, I…"
"Did you do this too?" Tsukishima says, still holding his gaze down. "Back at the Nationals?"
"I – Mmh," Yamaguchi groans, completely forgotten that Kuroo still has one finger up his ass. "N – No, stop…" He cries, but Kuroo is unforgiving. He bends his finger and rubs his inside.
Tsukishima whips his head up at the sound, looking appalled.
Kuroo inserts one more finger and Yamaguchi tightens around him. No, he can't do this, not while Tsukki is watching. "Hah… ah," He pants, his desire betraying his common sense. He shuts his eyes and curls his fingers around his clothes desperately, hoping that maybe, this is all just a really bad dream.
Tsukishima takes another step closer to him.
The sound of Tsukishima's shoes against the floor and Oikawa's soft hair against his skin feel so real.
Oikawa scoffs, sounding oddly amused in amidst of all this hell. "What's wrong Tsukishima?" He says teasingly.
Yamaguchi clutches into his clothes harder when Kuroo grips the length of his cock. He gasps involuntary; the warmth inside of his stomach stirs violently.
Kuroo speaks up this time, "Don't you think he looks cute, Tsukki?"
Yamaguchi opens his teary eyes to find Tsukishima looming above him, his face uncharacteristically red and eyes unfocused.
"Do you want to touch him?" Oikawa drawls, his voice sweet and venomous. Just when Yamaguchi is about to complaint – Tsukishima looks down at him and nods belatedly.
"What?" Yamaguchi gawks at his friend – who immediately kneels down in front of him with unreadable expression. "Tsukki – no – " Kuroo pulls his fingers out and guides Tsukishima's hand to Yamaguchi's erection. Yamaguchi hisses at the touch. Tsukishima's hand is shaking, and so is his entire body it seems.
Yamaguchi blinks away his tears and stares at his friend properly. "Tsukki, you don't have to, I…"
"Yamaguchi," Tsukishima murmurs as he begins stroking Yamaguchi's length. "Yamaguchi,"
Yamaguchi screws his eyes shut and bites his lower lip. He can feel Tsukishima's hand. Tsukki is touching him. His Tsukki is calling his name while moving his hand around his arousal. Yamaguchi shudders when Tsukishima quickens his pace and for a moment it feels like they're the only two person in Yamaguchi's little world. Yamaguchi comes effortlessly with a low moan into Tsukishima's hand.
It feels so nice. He's dreamed about this countless of times, but the real one is definitely ten times better.
Tsukishima's warm and short breathing pulls him out of his daze. He quickly scrambles into his knees, pulling his clothes with him and sits up straight right in front of Tsukishima.
It's real. The real Tsukki just jerked him off. What the actual fuck is going on.
Tsukishima is staring at his cum-coated palm quietly, his breath labored. Yamaguchi just wants to bury himself into a hole and never, ever resurface.
"Tsu – "
"Do you want to fuck him?" Oikawa offers. Yamaguchi snaps his head at him, almost forgetting that they're most definitely, not alone.
"What the he – "
"I can?"
Yamaguchi turns to face Tsukishima in absolute horror. At this point his neck is starting to ache. Tsukishima is looking straight at Oikawa, his expression solemn and his pale skin flushed.
"Of course you can," Kuroo says, touching Yamaguchi's shoulder. Yamaguchi jumps at the contact, shrieking quietly. "You've been aching for it, haven't you?"
"What…?"
Tsukishima flickers his tongue at his lips and glares at Yamaguchi through half-lidded eyes. "Yeah,"
Oikawa shifts closer to Yamaguchi, hooking his chin on his shoulder. "Did you hear that, Yama-chan?" Yamaguchi only whimpers in respond. Oikawa gives him butterfly kisses on his nape and murmurs, "Why don't you suck your little precious friend for a change?" against the sensitive skin of his neck.
Yamaguchi is not entirely against the idea, but his reasonableness screams no. He looks over at Tsukishima, whose face is pinched in concentration. Even in this situation, he still tries to look composed, and Yamaguchi finds that adorable.
"Tsukki? Do you want to…?" He asks carefully, voice just above a whisper.
Tsukishima gazes at him with clouded eyes as he nods. Yamaguchi inhales deeply before bracing his body on his knees and elbows in front Tsukishima. He looks up, asking for the blonde's approval. Tsukishima regards him blandly, but Yamaguchi knows from the tent inside his volleyball shorts that he wants this too. Yamaguchi's chest swells with pride as he tugs the waistband of Tsukishima's shorts and boxer down, enough for his half-hard cock to springs free. Yamaguchi takes it on his hand and breathes in the arousing scent of Tsukki – his Tsukki – and then takes him into his mouth. Tsukishima whines above him, his hands making their way to Yamaguchi's head, winding his fingers with his messy hair.
"Yamaguchi," Tsukishima breathes out just as Oikawa shifts to kneel behind Yamaguchi and aligns his hips. Oikawa's finger circles his hole, and he thought Oikawa's is just going to finger him again – he wasn't expecting Oikawa to actually put his tongue in.
"Mm," Yamaguchi glugs, his drool running down his chin.
Yamaguchi has been acting weird, and it's totally noticeable. He doesn't know whether Yamaguchi is actually trying to hide it, or if he just sucks at it. So when Tsukishima received a text message from an unknown number regarding his restless friend, he can no longer turn a blind eye. He had thought Yamaguchi must've been bullied somewhere, and someone out there was trying to rile him up.
But never, ever, in his entire life had Tsukishima imagined he'd end up where he is now.
Tsukishima casts his eyes downward, watching the way Yamaguchi – that Yamaguchi who's always been out of his reach – bobs his head up and down, sucking him dry. He's not even sure he can think properly at the moment. It almost feels like his brain drowns in a pool of bliss; something is definitely wrong with him.
"What's wrong, Tsukki? You look like you could pass out any time now," Kuroo says, pulling him back from his bewildered state.
"Kuroo," He manages breathily. He should've known this bastard would be responsible for Yamaguchi's weird antics; he's always been shady and dubious – "Yama – " He whines involuntarily, the muscles in his thigh tense up.
Yamaguchi looks up at him, mouth full and eyes glassy but Kuroo captures his chin and pulls him into a wet, messy kiss. He was reluctant at first, but Kuroo works his way well into his mouth and he melts under the older guy's touch so he kisses back just as fierce. When they pull apart, he lets out a delighted sigh.
When Oikawa moves to stand on his knees, Tsukishima hauls Yamaguchi's hair and pulls him away from his crotch. He's not going to let Oikawa have his way with Yamaguchi today. Or any day, in that matter. "That's… That's enough." He tells them.
"He's jealous," Kuroo teases.
Oikawa chuckles knowingly and backs away, licking his fingers clean. "Go ahead then, Tsukki."
Tsukishima exhales through his nose, calming down his head and his throbbing cock. Ugh, he hopes he wouldn't finish once he's finally inside Yamaguchi though, that would be embarrassing. "Can you lie on your back, Yamaguchi?"
Yamaguchi nods submissively and obliges almost immediately. Oikawa crawls next to Kuroo and whispers something about being greedy. Tsukishima doesn't care the slightest though – not when Yamaguchi is lying defensively before him, spreading his legs apart just for him. It feels just like a dream; a dream where he doesn't want to wake up, ever.
"Tadashi," He breathes out, hovering just above him. "I'm going to…"
Yamaguchi looks a little taken aback, but soon his expression softens. "Yeah," He says smiling.
Kuroo throws him the lube and he coats his erection with it right away, one hand propping him against the mattress.
"Come on, Tsukki," Yamaguchi pesters him, arching his back and crossing his legs on his waist.
With trembling hand, Tsukishima guides his dick to Yamaguchi's entrance, nudging at the hole. He forces himself past the ring, welcomed by the tight walls around him. Yamaguchi squirms underneath him, hands clenching and unclenching.
"Tsukki," The boy moans, calling for him. Tsukishima's mouth soon finds his, warm and welcoming. Tsukishima pushes in deeper, legs trembling, until he feels there's nothing left of him to give anymore. Yamaguchi's hips buck forward, asking for more contact, asking him to move. Tsukishima complies.
It's not that hard to thrust inside of him, but Yamaguchi is still so tight and Tsukishima had never done this before in his life. He starts seeing white. "Oh my god," He sighs into Yamaguchi's lips, causing the smaller boy to chuckle.
"That's alright, Tsukki," Yamaguchi winds his arms around the blonde's neck. "You're amazing, Tsukki, I'm really full,"
The dirty talk is making him dizzy. Somewhere around there, he can hear Kuroo and Oikawa's distant laughter, but the buzzing inside of his head is too strong. "Yamaguchi, I – " He starts, breathing a little labored. "I love you, Yamaguchi." He thinks it's only appropriate to say something like that in the spur of the moment, so he let whatever left in his chest to spill.
Yamaguchi only tightens his arms around him. "Mm.. ah, yeah, me too, Tsukki," He sobs, "I love you too,"
Yamaguchi's words only serve to rile him up even more. He fucks into Yamaguchi harder, swallowing the boy's whines in his mouth. Wet sound fills the room and he should be feeling embarrassed right now but he's not; he's not because Yamaguchi is in love with him too, and it fills him with pride.
"You should've bring some snacks,"
"Yeah, my bad."
"Wanna kiss?"
Tsukishima sighs. He'll deal with those two later. He can feel himself getting close, it's almost disconcerting just how inexperienced he is in this kind of thing. The pooling arousal sends shivers all the way to his spine and he thrusts deep, burying his face to the crook of Yamaguchi's neck.
"I'm ahh – I'm gonna – "
Yamaguchi threads his hands on Tsukishima's hair. "Mmh, you can come inside," Yamaguchi pants. "Fill me up, Tsukki,"
Why is this kid so dirty? He's so going to get back on Kuroo and Oikawa for this. Nonetheless, Yamaguchi's words drive him to the edge and he sees white. It doesn't take to long for him to finally comes, a little too loud to his liking but still very pleasant. He collapses on top of Yamaguchi, their stomachs slick of the boy's pre-cum.
He pulls out from Yamaguchi slowly, his cum gushes out from Yamaguchi and seeps into the mattress – but fuck, he couldn't care less.
He hears Oikawa and Kuroo whisper frantically;
"You didn't give him the condom,"
"Ah, well…"
"Don't give me that,"
Tsukishima flops into his back weakly, feeling his energy slowly leaving his body and his consciousness with it. The last thing he remembers before sleeping is Yamaguchi – kissing his forehead sweetly and that he's still as hard as a rock.
"I love you, Tsukki. I'll wake you up later okay?"
–
When he finally comes to, he's sticky and sweaty and his head is heavy.
Yamaguchi is neatly tucked under Oikawa's chin, sleeping soundly. Kuroo and Oikawa both look fulfilled and gleaming.
Tsukishima glares at them.
"You motherfuckers," He snarls.
Kuroo gasps dramatically, placing his hand on his chest. "Is that what you're supposed to say to your go-betweens?" Tsukishima shoots him a nasty glare.
"You should probably take him home," Oikawa says evenly, "Yama-chan is in no condition for a volleyball practice."
"And whose fault is that, huh?" Tsukishima says, straightens up his clothing. He stands up on his feet and looks down at the two irresponsible adults across him.
Kuroo and Oikawa exchange amused looks. "You," They say in union, cracking an impish grin.
Tsukishima reddens immediately. "Wh – Why me? I – "
"You did him raw," Kuroo supplies casually, shrugging his shoulder. "Now take him home and have a proper boyfriend to boyfriend talk, alright?"
"What,"
"Come on, wake up, Yama-chan," Oikawa softly nudges Yamaguchi awake.
Tsukishima inches closer to them and kneels in front of Oikawa. "Are you like, his mother?" He regards mockingly, even with the blood rushing in his cheeks, he still got his sass. He touches Yamaguchi's cheek lightly as the boy slowly opens his eyes.
"Tsukki…?" Yamaguchi mumbles.
"Yeah," Tsukishima takes Yamaguchi's hand in his. "Let's go home."
"Do you think Yamaguchi would still let us do him?"
"If we push him a little, he might," Oikawa shrugs, smiling. "I'm not sure about glasses though,"
Kuroo brushes his hair back with his hand. "Yeaah, we should probably leave them alone,"
"I really thought he wouldn't come, though, that Tsukishima kid." Oikawa admits while closing the door to his room. "Turns out the two of them are in deep."
"Uh-huh." Kuroo answers nonchalantly, too busy inspecting Oikawa's wardrobe.
"Yamaguchi even texted me," Oikawa says. "He asked me if we're actually dating or not."
Kuroo's movement stops altogether. They stay in a deafening silence for a moment; Kuroo staring at the top shelf of Oikawa's closet and Oikawa just casually lying down on his bed.
Oikawa snorts after a while. "Funny, huh."
"Yeah,"
"I mean, that's not possible, right?"
"Nuh-uh."
"…"
"…"
"So… you want to grab some Popsicles down at the kitchen?" Oikawa offers, wriggling his feet excitedly.
Kuroo steps backward and heads to the door. "What are you waiting for then?"
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