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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Iwaizumi_Hajime/Oikawa_Tooru
  Character:
      Iwaizumi_Hajime, Oikawa_Tooru
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Age_Difference, Coach_Iwaizumi, POV_Alternating
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-01-20 Updated: 2015-08-01 Chapters: 6/? Words: 28646
****** Coach me, coach ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Nothing good can come from giving in to the temptation and getting
     involved with the young captain and setter of the team he's coaching,
     no matter how willing (and pretty damn insistent, actually) he may
     be. Iwaizumi knows this. So why the hell is he doing it anyway?
     *Abandoned work*
Notes
     This won't be updated again, as I am not comfortable with writing
     this anymore. The only reason I am not deleting it is because I can
     orphan it instead. I might re-write it in the future, with no
     underage and only upload it once it's finished in its entirety.
     Sorry to anyone who was still waiting for me to continue, and anyone
     I assured I would. But I can't make myself write this anymore, I just
     can't.
***** Prologue - Life goals and life faults *****
Iwaizumi Hajime had since a very early age found his passion in volleyball. The
thrill he felt whenever he was in the court was a high like no other. He loved
the feel of the ball when he spiked it past his opponents’ blocks, the cheer of
the crowd when the ball landed in the opposing team’s side of the court
granting them a point, the face of his teammates when he helped them achieve
victory. He took pride on being called the ace, and it was not a title he ever
took lightly or for granted. However, Hajime knew being a volleyball player was
only but a temporary career for him, so when he got into college he made sure
to choose a career path that would allow him to keep volleyball in his life for
a while longer than just a few years. That was one of the main reasons he
decided to become a volleyball coach instead.
He was pretty damn good at the sport, he knew that much. Good enough to get a
scholarship and be made into a regular as soon as on his second year of
college. But he still thought going professional was well out of his reach.
Hajime had never been able to give the very best of him or play the way he
wanted to play; he felt like he still had so much more room for improvement and
a lot of potential, but he didn’t know how to draw it all out. That had been
frustrating, he wasn’t about to deny it, but instead of letting it get him down
he decided to do something about it. If he didn’t know how to achieve his full
potential, he could at least learn about all the things he could do to help
other future players achieve theirs, so they wouldn’t have to hit a wall, just
like what happened to him. And what better way to do that than becoming a
coach?
All of that lead to where Hajime was today (and had been for the past two
years), at age 28, coaching the volleyball team of his former high school, Aoba
Johsai. He could’ve aimed higher; he had both the qualifications and the
recommendations to help lead a college team, or even a national team, and more
likely than not he would eventually aim higher, but for now, he wanted to start
from the very beginning. You could call it a whim, or nostalgia even, but he
wanted to make sure he didn’t miss such an important phase on a player’s growth
as high school. That was when players developed the majority of the skills they
would later on refine and he was determined to make the best out of this. He
knew he could count on this being a great opportunity both for his players and
for himself.
What Iwaizumi Hajime didn’t count on was on the arrival of an extremely
talented first year setter by the name of Oikawa Tooru. This young setter’s
talent and ability would end up being exactly what Hajime was looking for to
help his team give the very best of them. However, there was a drawback, and a
huge one at that.
Oikawa Tooru was too sexy for his own good, and he seemed to be well aware of
this fact. He also seemed to be well aware of what bending a certain way when
stretching and pulling his sweaty shirt up could do to Hajime, if the smirk and
twinkle in his eyes were anything to go by. Since the very first time Oikawa
smiled suggestively at Hajime, he could practically feel himself being slowly
dragged to the very pits of hell.
***** Nice to (finally) meet you *****
 
 
 
It was almost time for his last class of the day to be over, and Oikawa Tooru
kept clipping his pencil on his desk impatiently, biting at his bottom lip with
a pout and staring intently at the clock on top of the board, willing it to go
faster. But as the seconds ticked by, the damn thing only seemed to go slower
and slower. Two more minutes of this torture and volleyball practice would
start soon. Why did he have to wait two whole minutes?! It wasn’t like he, or
any of his classmates for that matter, would get anything else done in that
time. He sighed in exasperation running his fingers through the soft locks of
his hair, and out of habit looked around to see if anyone was staring at him
like they usually did whenever he played with his hair, and certainly enough he
found at least two of his classmates looking at him with a tint of red on their
faces, but they quickly looked away when Tooru made eye contact. He smiled to
himself, even if it was his first day of high school it seemed like some things
would never change, and he had an ego to maintain. Still, it wasn’t enough to
ease his annoyance at the fact that class wasn’t over yet, so he immediately
went back to glaring at the clock. Tooru had every right to be particularly
impatient that day of all days. Being that this was his first day of high
school, it also meant it was his first day at volleyball club with a completely
new team and there was someone he couldn’t wait to meet: Iwaizumi Hajime, his
new volleyball coach.
Tooru remembered him very well even though he had never met the guy in person.
But how could he not remember Iwaizumi? He had been the ace on that one
nationals’ game he watched a long time ago; the very same one that led him to
be so interested and passionate about volleyball. How could Tooru ever forget
the power, the grace and the passion he saw Iwaizumi play with? Even though he
only saw Iwaizumi that one time in a game, it was enough to leave a lasting
impression on him, and he became Tooru's goal.
He wanted to be good enough to be able to play on the same level as Iwaizumi,
and  even have people look up to him the same way he looked up to the one who
would be his coach from now on. His coach. The thought excited him. He had to
be honest, though, it surprised Tooru that he didn’t hear much from Iwaizumi
after that one game since he thought he would continue to see him playing as he
would become a pro. It was only two years ago that he heard from Iwaizumi
again, when he found out he had become the new coach for Aoba Johsai high
school and the disappointment he had felt at the fact that he hadn’t seen him
in games anymore vanished in a second; he knew immediately what his destination
after middle school would be. He was determined to become the best, by learning
from the best. Just thinking about it made him all giddy and he couldn’t help
but grin at the way the clock was now only seconds away from marking the time
that would set him free.
Finally, the bell rang, and Tooru had to use every ounce of self control on his
body to keep himself from running all the way to the gym like an idiot. What
would everyone think of him? Nothing but the truth, that you’re a volleyball-
obsessed freakhis inner voice said, and he mentally told himself to shut up.
Nobody would think of him as a freak, he knew he was too handsome and adorable
for that. He walked to the gym with his shoulders back, his head held high and
relishing on the little Kya’s and Oikawa-kun’s he heard from his admirers as he
walked past them. Absolutely nobody noticed how his pace quickened and he took
longer steps the closer he got to the gym.
He arrived at the gym and he was already taking it like fish to water (of
course he would, he was Oikawa Tooru). He turned in his club application sheet,
met his captain and a few pleasantries were exchanged with his upperclassmen
and first years like himself. However, his coach was nowhere to be seen and
this little fact was upsetting him. He approached one of his senpai, Yamanaka
if he remembered correctly, and wondered about Iwaizumi’s whereabouts.
“Excuse me, Yamanaka-san” Tooru called out “is the coach planning to honor us
with his presence sometime today?” He was going for a teasing tone to hide his
genuine interest.
“I don’t know we don’t really have regular practice today so I don’t know if
he’ll think it’s necessary for him to come see us or if he’ll just let us to
welcome you and show you around.” Yamanaka replied without even a pause and
nodding fervently. Of all people he could’ve asked, he had to choose the one
who talked the fastest and acted the weirdest. He really should start paying a
little more attention to his teammates…
“Oh, leaving us by ourselves to do as we please? How irresponsible!” Exclaimed
Tooru keeping up his teasing this time to hide the disappointment he felt at
the fact that he may not get to meet Iwaizumi today after all. Damn it.
He noticed Yamanaka taking a deep breath, which could only mean he was getting
ready to give him an even longer reply, and Tooru mentally kicked himself for
encouraging him even if it was unintentional.
“Well, that’s—” Yamanaka started, but thank heavens and every deity in
existence that he was interrupted.
“Yamanaka, shut up” Came a deep voice from behind him, and as he turned around
to see who was speaking up, they finished saying “the irresponsible coach
decided to honor you all with his presence, after all.”
To Tooru's surprise, the person who had interrupted them was no other than the
coach himself, Iwaizumi Hajime.
“Geh!” was the first thing that came out of his mouth at the sight of Iwaizumi.
God damn it, he had practiced this! He had a proper introduction speech in mind
so that Iwaizumi would have a good first impression of him! He wanted to wow
his coach from the get-go! But no, not only did he have to be caught calling
him irresponsible, he had to be left speechless and incoherent as well.
Fantastic.
They kept eye contact for a few seconds? Minutes? He couldn’t be sure, but what
he was sure of was that Iwaizumi had a really piercing gaze. And was that frown
his natural expression, or had Tooru managed to piss him off in record time?
The seconds ticked by as he tried to come up with something, anything, to help
him get on his coach’s good side. He knew he could win him over with his
charms; he could win anyone over with his charms.
But before he could think of anything to say, Iwaizumi turned away and
addressed his team. This definitely wasn’t his day.
“First years, gather up! The rest of you know the drill, you have laps to run,
get to them.”
His first impression of Iwaizumi was, to put it bluntly, that he was one hot
piece of ass. No, this didn’t unsettle him at all. Tooru had always been
attracted to both guys and girls equally, and everyone in-between, actually; he
just liked people he found attractive. And Iwaizumi Hajime was indeed very
attractive, all hard lines and muscles and absolutely gorgeous tan skin. He was
wearing a black sleeveless shirt that was much too tight and did absolutely
nothing to hide how well defined the muscles of his chest were. And don’t even
get started on his arms because holy shit, Tooru might actually start drooling,
and that was something he would never be caught doing. He didn’t drool over
people, people drooled over him, thank you very much. What was Iwaizumi talking
about? Something about practice schedule or stuff like that? Tooru wasn’t
paying attention; it was much more interesting to focus on the way Iwaizumi’s
lips moved when he spoke than on the words he was saying… Yikes! That didn’t
sound right. No matter how incredibly handsome Iwaizumi may be, and he was
indeed pretty damn handsome if Tooru said so himself, Tooru was there for a
reason that wasn’t to try and get into his coach’s pants (or at least not only
for that), and not paying attention to what the coach had to say wasn’t going
to help him achieve what he wanted… in regards to volleyball anyway.
But still, Tooru resolved to be a good boy and pay attention to something other
than his coach’s physique; he was going to show everyone what he was really
made of.
Practice was easy that day, for first years at least. Second and third years
seemed to be getting a lot more work done, and Tooru assumed Iwaizumi was just
giving the first years time to adjust before having them catch up with the
rest. Smart move, but Tooru felt like he could do more.
“Oikawa!” the coach called out to him.
He tried really hard not to run to his side like an excited puppy and tried to
take his time. He tried, and he’d like to think he succeeded to some extent.
“Yes, coach?” He smiled.
“From what I’ve seen of you from Kitagawa Daiichi I believe you can keep up
with the second years at receiving. Go join them.” Iwaizumi gestured with his
head towards the group of second years practicing receives with no further
word.
Feeling bold, Tooru winked at his coach and smiled suggestively. “Of course I
can.” He then did as Iwaizumi told him to, ignoring the way Iwaizumi’s frown
deepened at the setter's gesture; he was just playing hard to get.
It was nice to know that his coach recognized him as a capable first year, and
he would definitely not let him down.
 
--
 
A lot of things flooded his mind when he was alone in his room that night.
Well, not really things but people… Actually not people either, just one
person: Iwa-chan. Tooru smirked to himself when he remembered the coach’s
reaction to his new nickname; it was a mix between confused, annoyed and
flustered, all at the same time. Of course, the ever-present frown on his face
was there too, and the setter couldn’t help but wonder how Iwaizumi would look
if he were to actually smile. I mean, even he had to smile sometimes, right?
Besides, he had just met him for a day, he was sure he’d get to see him smile
eventually.
What was mostly on his mind, though, was that conversation they had after
practice when Iwa-chan called out to him alone when they were about to leave
the gym.
“Your coach at Kitagawa Daiichi told me all about you, Oikawa Tooru. He said
you were an excellent hard-working setter with amazing potential…”
“Whoa, Iwa-chan! I know I am amazing, but you’re making me blush here!” Tooru
teased, half-joking. Words of praise for him from Iwa-chan’s mouth just sounded
so incredibly good!
“…yeah, he also mentioned that horrible personality of yours.” Iwa-chan rolled
his eyes.
“So rude!”
Iwaizumi held eye contact with him for a few seconds, and Tooru felt like he
was being analyzed; like his coach was trying to figure him out. “What is it
what you want, Oikawa? Being here on this team now, what is your goal? What do
you aim for?”
That was easy; he had come to this school to be guided by him for one sole
purpose. “I want to be the best.”
“And what exactly is being the best?” inquired Iwaizumi, and at that, Tooru had
to pause and think.
To win at everything? To always come out on top? To overcome every obstacle he
faced? Tooru felt like all of those applied and yet at the same time, they
couldn’t really describe what the setter wanted. For once, Tooru was speechless
and all he could do was stare into Iwaizumi’s eyes to see if he could find the
answer in them.
“You have a lot to learn, but I plan to get you there. Just bear in mind you
don’t become the best by yourself.” Iwa-chan had stated.
Well… of course he couldn’t do it by himself. That’s why he had joined a team
with Iwaizumi as their coach. Why had he felt the need to state something so
obvious? Oikawa couldn’t really tell, but what he could tell was that he really
liked the implications of it: it meant that Iwa-chan would be there every step
of the way. Despite the fact that Iwa-chan could come off as rude and blunt, he
really was an observant and thoughtful guy. He gave off this vibe of
reliability and Tooru couldn’t help but feel reassured, despite the fact that
he had only just met him.
Considering all of those facts, as well as Iwa-chan’s incredibly handsome
physique, it hit Tooru that he was feeling something he hadn’t felt for quite
some time now. He was actually developing a crush. Yes, Iwaizumi was his coach;
yes, he was over ten years older than him; yes, this would probably be breaking
all kinds of rules. But honestly, Tooru couldn’t care less; rules were meant to
be broken. Life was more fun that way.
He smiled to himself as he thought of all the ways possible he could break
Iwaizumi’s perfectly composed behavior and make him want Tooru just as much as
the setter wanted him.
 
 
***** What common sense? *****
 
 
 
“How many times do I have to tell you, you don’t have to bend over so much
Trashykawa?” Hajime grumbled, bringing his right hand up to cover his eyes and
keep himself from staring at Oikawa’s ass, all round and defined, and just
plain touchable. He was much too close for comfort, Hajime had to only extend
his hand just enough and he would come in physical contact with Oikawa’s body.
And while he knew he was capable of controlling himself from doing anything
stupid like touching the boy, just staring at him felt indecent enough. Oikawa
wanted to be stared at, there was no doubt in Hajime’s mind about that; it had
been months since he had started this agenda of trying, and succeeding, to get
his coach sexually frustrated. Hajime couldn’t fathom why in the world Oikawa
would’ve wanted to seduce him of all people, or how did he even think Hajime
would be interested in guys in the first place. Perhaps it was just a challenge
or a game to him; the boy could have any girl he wanted so maybe he was getting
bored of it. But no matter how hard he tried, and boy did Oikawa try hard,
Hajime wasn’t going to give in that easily; he wasn’t planning on giving in at
all, actually. Still, despite his amazing self-control, that didn’t mean Hajime
wasn’t finding it particularly hard to keep that control. Sometimes he had to
relieve himself to thoughts of his setter in different positions that he was
sure Oikawa wouldn’t mind being in for him, but the fact that he was so weak
that he had to resort to such things filled Hajime with frustration.
“But Iwa-chan, if I don’t stretch well enough I could get hurt. You wouldn’t
want me to get hurt, would you?” Oikawa retorted, feigning innocence and of
course, bending over again and sticking his ass out even more this time. The
little bastard.
“If you don’t cut that shit out I’m going to hurt you myself!” Hajime crossed
his arms over his chest and glared at Oikawa; as if his irritation could over-
shadow all the other… things he was feeling.
“I don’t know what you mean, Iwa-chan; I’m just stretching. It’s not my fault
you get all flustered just from watching me stretch.” Oikawa replied with a
cocky little smirk that was as sexy as it was irritating.
Fucking hell, he was so annoying! “As if, you asshole!” Hajime snapped, and
without really thinking it too much he just smacked Oikawa’s ass with the back
of his hand. Hard.
“Ow!” Oikawa complained, rubbing his bum with both hands and looking at him
through teary eyes. Hajime wasn’t fooled for a second, he knew that look in
Oikawa’s eyes meant trouble. “Iwa-chan! If you just wanted to touch my—”
“Stop saying stupid shit.” Hajime interrupted. Honestly, he should’ve known
better than to smack the young setter in his ass of all places. “You’re done
for today, go shower.” Hajime let out a heavy sigh, pushing Oikawa in the
general direction of the showers while trying to ignore the other’s signature
smirk. Oikawa knew exactly how to get Hajime worked up, and he certainly
enjoyed doing so.
It didn’t help that the little arrangement they had made to Oikawa’s training
just gave them more alone time together and therefore, it gave Oikawa all the
more chances to continue and pester Hajime. But despite everything Hajime had
to endure, he couldn’t bring himself to break off their arrangement. The coach
would rather endure his setter’s dirty little tricks, over having to deal with
another breakdown like he had suffered months ago. Said breakdown was the cause
of these after-practice exercises that Hajime had agreed to supervise in hopes
of getting Oikawa to improve his technique without over-working himself like he
had begun to do.
 
Months Ago
 
They had just had a practice match against Shiratorizawa that Hajime had
managed to arrange since he had his connections with the team’s head coach and
advisor. Hajime knew his team didn’t really stand much of a chance, considering
he had been making some adjustments with the addition of the first years and
they weren’t quite synchronized or at their best just yet; but still, knowing
Shiratorizawa would probably be in a similar state, he wanted to take the
chance to test his team and analyze the opponents as well. In spite of it all,
Aoba Johsai put one hell of a fight and even exceeded Hajime’s expectations,
and he could see how his team was on the right track.
However, Oikawa had been particularly upset with the match’s results. He didn’t
say anything, didn’t throw a tantrum, didn’t even react at all; Oikawa just
took off as soon as he had the chance, but Hajime felt like his calm was hiding
a storm. He would’ve rather Oikawa threw a fit at him or something, because the
empty look on his face was making Hajime’s heart clench. As soon as he
dismissed his team, the coach decided to go in search for his setter, since he
had a bad feeling about it all.
He knew very well Oikawa had been practicing harder than anyone in the weeks
prior to the match; Hajime had to drag his ass out of the gym after practice
was over on more than one occasion. It was no surprise that the team’s defeat
was also harder on him than on anyone else; Hajime could understand his
frustration perfectly, so he knew he had to do something to try and liven up
his spirits. Oikawa was the team’s conductor, the one who Hajime was counting
on the most to get Aoba Johsai to the next level; his physical condition was as
important to Hajime as his mental one.
The setter wasn’t answering his phone; Hajime went to his house but there was
nobody there. The coach couldn’t really come up with anything, and he was
starting to get a little desperate. He had gotten to know Oikawa over the past
weeks and he’d like to think he had a pretty good idea on how the setter’s mind
worked. Hiding all of his insecurities under a mask of overwhelming confidence,
and needlessly flirting with anyone on sight (anyone including Hajime as well).
But still, that didn’t mean he knew all of his setter’s hang out places, so he
didn’t know where he could go looking for him right at that moment.
He must be feeling like crap right now… probably feeling like he’s not good
enough. Where would he go after something like that? Hajime thought to himself.
The answer came pretty quickly to him when he started wondering because,
knowing Oikawa, there was only one place he could be at: the gym.
But there was no one in the school gym and Hajime was back to square one.
“Okay... if he’s not here then he must be practicing his brains out somewhere
else, but where?”
Hajime then proceeded to drive to every nearby place that could serve as a
place to practice: basketball courts, parks, open fields, anywhere! He couldn’t
stop thinking about the empty look in Oikawa’s eyes and the image was
definitely not a pleasant one. Finally, as he drove by a street-basketball
court that was close to this new complex with multiple facilities where kids
and teens could practice all kinds of sports, he was able to spot Oikawa by
himself serving a volley-ball with all his strength from one side of the court
to the other, running after it and serving it again. That could only be a
confirmation that Oikawa wanted to be left alone, if he decided to go to a
small solitary court rather than making use of the complex nearby. Relief
flooded through Hajime momentarily as he slowly parked his car, and made his
way towards his setter.
But once he was on the side of the court out of Oikawa’s sight, he froze,
because what was he even supposed to say? Hajime could only stand there looking
at Oikawa taking his frustrations out on a volley-ball, and helplessly wonder
how he could approach the situation.
Oikawa bragged a lot, he always tried to put up this tough front but Hajime had
grown to know better in the short amount of time he knew the setter. There was
a certain fragility to him; something that made Hajime think he could be easily
swayed one way or the other depending on the circumstances. He tried to have
control over everything, but it was the things he couldn’t control that pushed
him over the edge. Observing Oikawa all that time and looking at him on that
moment, something was born in Hajime; it was a need to protect this annoying
creature from himself. Because honestly, Hajime felt that Oikawa’s biggest
enemy, was Oikawa. He was getting on his own way.
The coach was pondering all of those things to himself when he noticed someone
approach Oikawa, who had just stopped his reckless “practice” and was bent over
with his hands on his knees catching his breath. The person who approached
Oikawa had dark hair and a volley-ball of his own in his hands. It looked like
a middle school kid? Perhaps he was a friend of Oikawa’s? An underclassman from
his former school? Whoever he was, he looked like he knew and admired Oikawa,
but Hajime soon realized from his setter’s expression that the younger boy’s
admiration was not well-received. It was like an alarm went off in the coach’s
head the moment Oikawa laid eyes on this kid who had approached him with no ill
intentions that he could perceive, and Hajime’s body moved forward of its own
accord.
“Don’t come over here!” Oikawa snapped, intending to take out all of his anger
on the boy who was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Luckily, Hajime managed to step between the two boys and take a hold of
Oikawa’s arm before he could punch the other boy on his face, and for a few
seconds, there was only silence between the three. Shock could be seen in both
of the boys’ faces as the reality of what had just happened downed on them.
Hajime was the one to break the silence.
“Calm down you dumbass!” He yelled at his setter, still holding onto his arm to
make sure he wasn’t still intending to do anything stupid.
But Oikawa’s arm simply relaxed as his face twisted from shock to shame, and
Iwaizumi let go of his arm.
“I’m sorry…” Oikawa almost whispered looking down at the young boy whose name
Hajime still didn’t even know.
Hajime turned to said boy and told him “I’m sorry, but Oikawa’s done for
today.” In the smoothest voice he could manage.
“Oh, okay…” The boy then retreated quickly and Hajime looked back at Oikawa to
find the shock had returned to his face; like he couldn’t believe what he
almost did. But honestly, Hajime couldn’t believe it either.
“Today’s game was just a practice match to see where we stand and make the
proper adjustments. You need to have more composure!” Hajime reprimanded
Oikawa, trying to get him to see it wasn’t like they had lost everything.
But Oikawa’s face twisted to frustration as he finally let out everything that
was bothering him. “Right now, I can’t win against Shiratorizawa! There’s no
way I can have composure!”
‘…I?’
“I want to win and go to Nationals!” Oikawa continued.
‘I…?’
“To win, I need to—” But there was no way Hajime would let Oikawa keep
blabbering all that nonsense. If there was one thing he couldn’t stand, was a
player who disregarded team play as easily as Oikawa was doing with his words.
“I this, I that. Shut the hell up!” Hajime fumed, head-butting Oikawa on his
nose in the process, making him fall backwards with a grunt. “Do you think
you’re fighting by yourself?!” He continued, while Oikawa lied shocked on the
floor bleeding through his nose. “You’ve got to be kidding, you dumbass!”
Hajime picked up Oikawa from the floor by the collar of his shirt and brought
his face close to his own to look him in the eye. “Don’t you dare think how
you’re doing equals how the team will do! I’ll punch some sense into you!”
“You already punched me!” Oikawa complained comically, and if the situation was
different, Hajime would’ve probably laughed.
“There’s no one in our team who can beat Ushijima one-on-one. However, there’s
a reason why there are six players on a volleyball court!”
Realization seemed to down on Oikawa as he widened his eyes at Hajime’s words,
so he continued.
“No matter who our opponent is, the team with the better six is stronger!”
Hajime finished, seeing how his words engraved themselves in Oikawa.
“The team with the better six is stronger, huh?” Oikawa repeated to himself,
averting his gaze from Hajime’s and looking down as he began to laugh.
Crisis averted, Hajime suddenly worried he had probably gone too far when he
head-butted Oikawa as he looked at his bleeding nose. “I’m sorry. Did I hit you
too hard?” It seemed that Oikawa was even more fragile than Hajime expected;
head-butts were definitely and no-go. He brought one of his hands to Oikawa’s
cheek to caress it in apology, but then realized that was weird and retreat it
immediately. Oikawa didn’t seem to mind the gesture, but still.
The setter finally stood up with a look of determination on his face. “Well,
how do I put this?” He began to say. “I suddenly feel invincible.”
Hajime had no idea what Oikawa meant, but if he wasn’t sulking anymore, then
that was fine by him. The sun was beginning to set and Oikawa was far too
sweaty to be outside when the temperature dropped. “Go on and stretch, I’ll
take you home when you’re done.”
Oikawa did as Hajime told him, and while he began to stretch, Hajime went to
his car to get some napkins from his car’s drawer. When Oikawa was done, Hajime
approached him to clean his bleeding nose, but once again he thought it was
weird so he offered the setter the napkin instead.
“Clean your nose, it’s still bloody.”
Oikawa smirked. “You do it, Iwa-chan.”
“Are you some idiot? Do it yourself!” Hajime frowned.
“But Iwa-chan, I can’t see my own face! Besides, you were the one who made it
bleed in the first place, so take responsibility!” Oikawa argued.
“Fine! Stay still!” Hajime could hardly say no to the guy, because despite the
fact that Oikawa was clearly teasing, he was still right. And seeing him with a
bloody nose just made him feel guilty.
Hajime cupped Oikawa’s face with one hand, and cleaned his nose with the other,
trying to be gentle and not hurt him any further. He noticed Oikawa started to
smile, but before he could say anything stupid the coach warned him “Shut up.”
“I didn’t say anything yet, Iwa-chan~” Oikawa sang.
“Good, so don’t.” Hajime finished cleaning him up and threw the bloody napkin
on a garbage can on the way to his car.
The drive back to Oikawa’s home was silent, and Hajime couldn’t help but wonder
what he had on his mind. When he parked on the driveway, a few seconds passed
before Oikawa moved or said anything.
“When I joined the team, you asked me what I thought it meant to be the best,
and said I couldn’t do it by myself. I thought you just meant that I needed to
train under your guidance, but that wasn’t all, was it?”
Hajime recalled that time perfectly well, so he shook his head and said “No, it
wasn’t” holding Oikawa’s gaze to see if the setter finally understood what he
meant back then.
“It’s my job to make each of our players stronger, so we can all be the
stronger team. That’s what being the best is, isn’t it?”
It was weird to see Oikawa all serious like that, but the guy had been through
a lot that day so Hajime didn’t comment on it or anything. Instead, he tried to
follow his train of thought. “Do you agree with that?” The coach asked.
“I do.”
“Then we’re finally on the same page.”
“So what do we do now?” Oikawa asked.
“I said I would get you there, didn’t I? You have to promise me you’ll do
exactly as I say and don’t overwork yourself like an idiot.” Hajime reprimanded
him.
“But Iwa-chan! I can do more than what we do at practice!” Oikawa whined.
“Fine! But I will supervise you so you don’t do stupid shit like injuring
yourself or something!”
“Do you have to be so rude even when you’re being nice?” Oikawa pouted.
“Shut up.” Hajime flicked his forehead.
Oikawa then smiled widely at him, and looking at his smile Hajime felt that
everything would be okay.
When Oikawa turned around to get out of the car, he seemed to remember
something and looked back at Hajime with curiosity. “Say, Iwa-chan, did you
just happen to run into me on your way somewhere?”
“Eh, no. I was actually looking for you.” Hajime admitted.
“Why?” Oikawa wondered with an expression that was much too bright for someone
asking something so simple.
“So you wouldn’t do anything stupid like what you almost did.” Hajime answered,
purposely leaving out the fact that he was worried sick about him. Oikawa
didn’t need to know that.
“Right.” Oikawa paused, looking away. “Right.” He repeated in a whisper, and
Hajime didn’t know what to make out of his expression.
After a few seconds Oikawa looked at him with that playful smirk of his, and
before Hajime could react he planted a kiss to his lips and dashed out of the
car.
“See you on Monday, Iwa-chan!” He closed the door and ran to his house.
Hajime was left speechless for a few moments and then cursed his luck and what
he had just gotten himself into. “Fucking hell, Oikawa!”
 
So that was how their arrangement had come to fruition. On the time Hajime had
been training his setter, he had made tremendous improvement and so had the
team as a whole; accumulating victory after victory. But on that time, despite
Iwaizumi’s outbursts, Oikawa had also continued teasing his coach and taking it
further every time. From the kiss, to inappropriate comments, to inappropriate
touches and several invitations to the shower with him, Hajime didn’t even know
how to deal with the situation anymore. He had just resolved to ignore the guy
and not give him the attention he wanted so he would get bored of it
eventually, but that hadn’t happened yet and it was infuriating.
The more time that passed, the harder Oikawa tried, and the more Hajime felt
his common sense fly out the window.
And speaking of Oikawa Tooru, he should’ve been out of the shower by now! It
was getting damn late and it was certainly not the time for him to be taking
his sweet time showering. Hajime started heading towards the lockers to hurry
his ass up when a thought occurred to him… what if Oikawa was doing it on
purpose for that very reason? What if he just wanted Hajime to get fed up and
go get him out of the shower so he could tease him some more?
Hajime paused… that was certainly something he wouldn’t put past Oikawa to do,
and he wasn’t looking forward to. But then again, if he didn’t go and get him
out, Oikawa would take forever… He let out a heavy sigh and rubbed his temples
with both hands; his setter was going to drive him insane at this rate.
Then, Hajime thought of something. He could just enter the lockers and yell at
Oikawa from there, without even setting a foot in the showers, that he would
leave the keys to him so Oikawa could close up when he finished and Hajime
could get the hell out of there. Now that was a good plan.
Relieved, he started towards the lockers again with the keys on his hands. Once
he entered the lockers though, he was received by the last thing he expected.
As it turned out, Oikawa wasn’t in the shower. Instead, he was lying on the
bench of the locker rooms, very naked, closed eyes, legs bent and spread wide
open, two fingers knuckle deep on his ass hole and his other hand stroking his
hard leaking cock. A soft moan escaped his lips as he moved his fingers deeper
inside of him and Hajime froze. He knew he should’ve left immediately, he knew
he shouldn’t look, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to look away or even move.
It was like the shock had frozen him in place.
Right then, Oikawa opened his eyes and locked gazes with Hajime. He stopped his
ministrations for a moment, surprised, and Hajime gulped. But then Oikawa
resumed what he was doing while he murmured “Iwa-chan” and moaned obscenely.
That thing about Oikawa taking it further every time and Hajime’s common sense
flying out the window? Yeah, this was exactly what Hajime meant by that. And
while every fiber of his being told him that this was wrong and he should just
run to the opposite direction as fast as he could, the coach just couldn’t tear
his gaze away from the lewd sight of his setter masturbating and calling out
his name.
 
--
 
Tooru had been caught masturbating a couple of times by his parents before;
they had either arrived earlier than expected from an outing while he was on
the couch in his living room, or completely forgotten the meaning of knocking
the damn door before entering a bedroom as if their teen son had no need for
privacy at all. The experience was incredibly awkward and he ended up not being
able to get off afterwards; he was unable to even think about touching himself
several weeks after. It was that traumatic.
This time though, being caught while he was masturbating was not a traumatic
experience in the least. He wasn’t caught by either of his parents, but by the
very same person he was fantasizing about while he did it. There were no
screams or awkward apologies, but silence and heated gazes. He didn’t feel like
he wanted a hole to open up on the ground so he could hide himself forever in
it, but he felt desired being exposed and stared at that way by the object of
his affections. The whole experience this time was just all the more arousing.
Admittedly, Tooru didn’t plan on this turn of events at all. He just started to
touch himself in the lockers because the idea that Iwaizumi was outside waiting
for him while he was doing it, was incredibly thrilling for some reason. He
didn’t expect his coach to walk in on him, but the fact that he had was
definitely a plus.
Tooru couldn’t help but moan “Iwa-chan” in need as he focused on Iwaizumi’s
gaze on himself; he was particularly entranced by Tooru’s lower half where he
continued to finger and touch himself faster each time, encouraged by said
gaze. Tooru would’ve thought Iwaizumi would throw something at his face, yell
calling him a pervert or at least flee the scene immediately. But instead, the
coach continued to watch the setter, and despite the fact that the setter could
see the many conflicting emotions on his coach’s face, there was also desire.
No matter how much he was fighting it, it was there.
He wanted to put on quite a show for Iwaizumi, but he was already so damn close
he didn’t know how much longer he would last. Iwaizumi’s eyes, the way he
licked his lips and swallowed hard… it was all too much for Tooru and he could
feel himself getting closer to his orgasm with every reaction his coach gave
him, no matter how small it was. Touching himself not only for himself but for
Iwaizumi as well felt so damn good. Tooru only wished it was Iwaizumi’s hand
the one that was stroking him to completion; Iwaizumi’s fingers the ones making
their way inside of him. Something in his coach’s gaze told Tooru he was
wishing the exact same thing and that was exhilarating. Tooru's eyes then
wandered over Iwaizumi’s body and he noticed the clear dent on his pants that
confirmed his coach was enjoying the sight a little too much, and that was all
it took to push him over the edge.
Tooru stroked himself furiously and intended to keep his eyes on Iwaizumi’s
crotch, but the moment his orgasm hit him, his vision went blank as waves of
pleasure coursed through his body and he was ejaculating on his hand with a
loud scream. He kept touching himself so that the feeling lingered with him a
little longer until nothing could leak out of his dick anymore.  He felt his
limbs give out as his fingers slipped out of his ass, his legs dropped and his
arms hung limply on his sides. He was trying to catch his breath as he looked
back at Iwaizumi who still hadn’t moved from his place.
Silence fell on the room as Tooru came back from his high, and it was Iwaizumi
the one who broke it.
He blinked a couple of times, cleared his throat and dropped something on the
floor. “There you have the keys to the gym… close up when you’re done.”
Iwaizumi then turned his back on Tooru and walked away.
“Iwa-chan!” Tooru tried to call after him, but Iwaizumi didn’t respond.
The setter then sat up on the bench and looked at the keys Iwaizumi had dropped
on the floor. He smiled to himself thinking about the dent on Iwaizumi’s pants
and his eyes locked on Tooru's naked body. “I got you, Iwa-chan. You’re mine”.
 
--
 
“Shit!” Hajime cursed as he entered his apartment and slammed the door shut
behind him.
“Fuck!” He kept cursing as he made his way to his room, shedding his clothes on
the way and getting in the shower. He was hoping cold water would help him cool
himself off, but it was a futile hope. The image of Oikawa masturbating in the
lockers was still very vivid on his memory, and his hard cock was the very
proof of that.
“Goddammit…” He cursed again on defeat, as he finally gave in and pictured
himself pleasuring Oikawa and started to get off to the thought.
 
 
 
***** Invincible *****
Chapter Summary
     When Oikawa feels like he can do anything, he will try everything.
 
 
 
As it turned out, waiting to see Iwaizumi again after the lockers’ incident was
a long, torturous and exhausting wait for Tooru. Long, because it just had to
have happened on a Friday night, so he had to wait a whole weekend to go back
to practice on Monday; torturous, because not being able to see his coach for
two whole days after having seen him aroused like he had, could only be called
a torture; and exhausting, because Tooru couldn’t stop touching himself to the
memory of what had happened, making him feel drained by Sunday night. Not like
he could be held responsible for his actions. If this ended up affecting his
performance in practice in any way, the only one to blame for it would be Iwa-
chan for letting himself be seen with a boner by Tooru. His coach should’ve
known better.
But by the time Monday rolled in and he had to go to practice after class,
Tooru felt refreshed just thinking about having Iwa-chan face-to-face again,
and when he actually got to have his coach in front of him, the exhaustion wore
off completely and his imagination ran wild. And how could it not when Iwa-chan
insisted on wearing shirts that accentuated just how much of a muscular frame
he really had?
Before warm ups, Irihata, the club’s advisor, called everyone forth to address
something. Tooru just zoned out as soon as they regrouped, because he probably
just wanted to give them a pat in the back speech after their lost at inter-
high’s finals last week. Honestly, Tooru was past that. Sure, he had cried and
sure, he had been extremely upset, but it hadn’t been as bad as it could’ve
been. Months ago, he probably would’ve sulked and would’ve been moping over it
for weeks. But he had begun to see things more clearly now, and a wall on his
way didn’t look like the end for him anymore, but a chance for growth. Tooru
was more than ready to face their next challenge, and he knew he owed a great
part of that new attitude of his to no other than Iwaizumi Hajime. He looked at
his coach again and smiled, because despite him being bad-mouthed and his
ruthless training methods, Iwaizumi had brought Tooru back on his feet and
opened his eyes to a lot of things.
Tooru noticed that it was Iwaizumi the one who was addressing the team now, and
he tried to make himself pay attention to what he had to say.
“You guys have come a long way in a short amount of time. Even if we came up
short at the inter-high, I am certain everyone did their best, and as your
coach I am pleased that you did so.” But at Iwaizumi’s words, Tooru wanted to
either zone-out again or make him shut up. They did come up short, they did
lose yet again against Shiratorizawa, and the fact that Iwaizumi was saying he
was pleased with that kind of result irked Tooru to no end.
“But it’s not my job to be complacent with these kinds of results; it’s my job
to push you even further than that. It’s my job to push you all past your
limits so that your best is even better than last time.” Well, that was music
to Oikawa’s ears; he had not been about to say Iwa-chan was wishy-washy. Not at
all.
Suddenly, there was a menacing aura about Iwaizumi; the ever-present frown on
his face deepened and his features somehow darkened to give off this dangerous
vibe. The whole team’s reactions varied from nervous sweating to straight-out
shivers down their spines. “What I’m saying is you lot better prepare your
asses for what’s coming, because I’m going to push your limits so hard you’ll
end up puking your guts out, you hear me?”
“Y-yes sir!” The team replied in unison, and it was funny how they all even
stuttered at the same time. Not like Tooru had stuttered because he was afraid
of Iwa-chan or anything, he was just going along with the team. Yeah.
And honestly, even if Iwaizumi had looked pretty damn intimidating just now,
Tooru couldn’t help but find that just… sexy.
“Now go warm-up, we got work to do.” Iwa-chan commanded his team, and they all
did as he said.
Tooru slacked off a little bit just so he could make eye contact with Iwa-chan
as he passed by his side, but the latter seemed to be purposely ignoring his
gaze. ‘Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be?’
It wasn’t like he was expecting anything else, Tooru wasn’t stupid (or at least
he didn’t think he was). But he also didn’t think Iwaizumi would go out of his
way to act any differently towards him. Then again, if he was avoiding Tooru
that could very well be a good thing. If Iwaizumi was making an effort to keep
Tooru at bay, that meant he felt it was necessary for him to do so; and after
the way he reacted to Tooru touching himself, it wasn’t hard to figure out why.
Iwaizumi probably didn’t trust himself to act the way he thought was
appropriate when it came to the setter anymore. Tooru had finally managed to
break some of that self-control, and his coach was doing what he could to get
it back.
It was at times like this that Tooru loved just how observant he had become of
others. It was certainly one of his most handy skills when it came to
volleyball, but it was also very damn useful outside the court.
Still, he couldn’t have his coach ignoring him just like that; it wasn’t good
for his ego. So when he had to practice his serves next, he made a mental note
to do something that would guarantee Iwa-chan would pay attention to him.
Tooru had been practicing to gain more control over his serves lately, and
Iwaizumi had been helping him out with that. Even though his serves were
powerful enough already to be a great asset to the team, learning to control
them and aim exactly where he wanted would be even more so. He had gotten
pretty damn good at the control thing, if Tooru said so himself, but doing good
wasn’t going to make him get into Iwa-chan’s radar, was it? His coach was being
particularly harsh on his team today, so the setter was pretty sure that if he
showed the slightest bit of hesitation on his serve, Iwaizumi would have to
come and correct that.
He positioned himself, rolled the ball in his hands, and without hesitation,
jumped to deliver his serve. The ball missed position number five, where
Iwaizumi had instructed he should aim all of his serves in practice for the
time being, and landed between six and one instead. Still, Iwaizumi pretended
not to notice, so Tooru tried again and again. By his fifth serve, Iwa-chan was
yelling.
“Oikawa! What the hell is wrong with you? I freaking said position five!”
Tooru turned around to find Iwaizumi glaring at him with his arms crossed over
his chest, which accentuated both his biceps and pectorals. Damn, he’s hot.
“Sorry, Iwa-chan. I forgot.” Tooru lied apologetically, but Iwaizumi didn’t
seem to buy it for a second. He just deepened his frown, clearly displeased.
But before he could call Tooru out on his bullshit, the setter deliberately
wiped the sweat off of his face with his shirt, exposing his abdomen and the
hem of his underwear peeking through the top of his shorts in the process.
Iwaizumi’s gaze lingered on Tooru’s exposed skin, before averting it quickly
and clearing his throat. Heh, so he IS interested, Tooru thought to himself and
smirked.
“Get it together, Oikawa. I can’t baby you all the damn time.” Iwa-chan
responded.
Okay, so he was quick on the recovery, but he had looked so he certainly wasn’t
as indifferent as he’d have the setter believe. Tooru would just have to wait
until their after-practice session to make something out of it. He had a hunch
that if he insisted enough, Iwaizumi would eventually give in; he could sense
it, and the thought was thrilling.
After the official practice was over, Tooru went to the vending machines to get
himself something to drink, as usual. Practice had been even more brutal than
common, and considering his coach was THE Iwaizumi Hajime, that was saying a
lot. Tooru didn’t think their after-practice could be that long all things
considered.
When he came back to the gym, he was met with a pretty damn annoying surprise.
Matsukawa and Hanamaki were still there. Tooru approached them with the fakest
of fake smiles, wondering what in the world they thought they were doing.
“What are you guys still doing here?” Tooru asked in a pleasant tone, keeping
his fake smile in place.
“Coach asked us.” Hanamaki replied with a shrug.
“What?” Tooru was confused.
“Something about us first years needing extra practice.” Matsukawa added.
The setter tried really hard to keep the annoyance out of the expression on his
face, he really did. But it was difficult because Iwa-chan was doing this on
purpose. He didn’t want to be alone with Tooru that much, huh? Well, too bad
for him; he had other plans.
“Well, that you do.” Tooru concluded, still smiling.
The other two frowned, obviously irked by his comment. Whatever, it was their
own fault for sticking their noses in Tooru's business anyway, even if
unintended.
Needless to say, Tooru was moody and grumpy and pouty throughout the whole
practice. He was not being childish, he was just being reasonable. Anyone in
his shoes would act the same way.
They were in the middle of practicing blocking, Tooru setting while Matsukawa
and Hanamaki took turns spiking and blocking, when Iwa-chan left them alone
while he went to the principal’s office to give him the weekly schedule for
their gym practice. If he wanted to get rid of these two now was his chance.
After the last play, he made his move.
“Nice block, Makki-chan!’’ Tooru said cheerfully. “Surely you’re ready to block
Iwa-chan next!”
Hanamaki exchanged a confused look with Matsukawa. “What?”
“Oh, didn’t Iwa-chan tell you? You have to make a successful play against him
before you leave! And for each one you miss, you have to run ten laps around
the court as penalty.” Tooru bullshitted it all with a smile on his face. He
was feeling pretty damn proud of himself for his lying skills.
“I thought we were done after this?” Matsukawa cut in, clearly mortified.
“Well, you could surely leave right now under that pretense and escape the
coming torture. I’ll cover for you with Iwa-chan, don’t worry.”
Matsukawa and Hanamaki exchanged another look, much to Tooru's annoyance. How
dare they question his kindness?
“Or you could stay and endure what’s coming your way. That way you’ll be able
to see, Iwa-chan’s spikes are quite something. He isn’t a former national level
player for nothing!” Tooru remarked trying to sound less impatient and whiny,
and more superior and smug.
After a long pause that felt way too long for Tooru, Hanamaki finally spoke.
“Well it’s not like we’re in a hurry to die or something.” He said as he rubbed
his neck.
“Yeah leave that sort of thing to you, you sadistic bastard.” Matsukawa added.
Tooru decided to ignore their comments in favor of seeing them leave. “Don’t
forget to stretch!” He called out after them.
“Yeah, yeah.” Hanamaki replied, obviously in a hurry to get the hell out of
there before their coach came back.
After they were finally out of sight, Tooru gave himself a thumbs up. God, he
was good. As if on cue, Iwa-chan walked back in to the gym.
“Okay guys, time to run some last laps to wrap this u—” Iwa-chan started, but
cut himself off when he noticed only Tooru was in the gym now, smug smile in
place. He looked at Tooru suspiciously. “Where are the others?”
Tooru gave him a peace sign while he replied “Makki-chan’s mom came to pick
them up earlier.”
Iwa-chan glared at him. Really glared at him, because now they were alone, the
one thing Oikawa was pretty sure Iwa-chan had wanted to avoid the most all day.
Tooru allowed himself a wide smile. Iwa-chan may have been mad, but it’s not
like there was anything he could do about it now.
 
--
 
Oikawa Tooru would definitely and undoubtedly be Iwaizumi Hajime’s doom. The
brat couldn’t get a fucking clue, and Hajime forced himself to count backwards
from 100 in his mind to stop himself from smacking his setter over the head.
Why couldn’t he let this go? Hajime had a plan. He would pretend he never saw
Oikawa fully naked and masturbating; he would force himself to ignore the shit
out of him as best as he could in order for that incident to turn into a thing
of the past. He wanted it to turn into a fleeting memory akin to thinking about
if he put the cap of his toothpaste back on that morning; something that
happened, but he couldn’t even remember about. Something so insignificant that
it didn’t even exist in memories anymore. But of course, Oikawa had other
plans.
No. Hajime absolutely refused to play on his petty little game. The look on
Oikawa’s face meant trouble, and the coach would be damned if he were to find
himself amusing whatever the boy had in mind.
“It’s getting late. You should get going too.” Hajime stated as he made to
start picking everything up.
“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa whined. He honest to god whined. “Don’t be mean and stop
avoiding me!” Oikawa pouted while getting close to Hajime to grab his arm. What
a damn kid.
Hajime yanked his arm back from the touch. “I’m not avoiding you, kid.” He used
a superior tone on purpose. “It’s late, there’s no point for you to linger
around any longer.”
Of course, Oikawa wasn’t one to be discouraged that easily. “I can at least
help you pick everything up!” Oikawa was still smiling.
“I got it.” Hajime refused his help.
“Oh, Iwa-chan, you have it that bad.” Oikawa countered teasingly.
Hajime finally looked Oikawa directly in the eye. “What?”
Oikawa walked closer, never breaking eye contact and Hajime resisted the urge
to back off. Oikawa was at arm’s length when he finally spoke again. “You’re
trying too hard to avoid me, Iwa-chan. I’m not stupid to believe there is no
reason for that.” Oikawa sang with half-lidded eyes and a cocky smirk.
Hajime closed his eyes, the setter was really getting on his nerves and his
know it all attitude was really earning him a good punch. Or kick. Or both.
This wasn’t something he wanted to acknowledge, so there was no way in hell he
was going to reply to Oikawa’s statement. The coach tried to keep his voice as
even as he could when he replied.
“Have you forgotten how we came up short at the inter-high, Shittykawa? How we
are now aiming for the Spring High and have our hands full with practice? Stop
fooling around and focus on your damn training.” Hajime finished, opening his
eyes again to glare at Oikawa. But the latter’s smile was still in place. Cocky
bastard.
“I can both seduce you and focus on practice, Iwa-chan. I’m that awesome.”
Oikawa countered easily, as if he wasn’t speaking about a subject that was
taboo.
“No, you can’t, because I am not fucking falling for it and you’re just wasting
your time being an asshole!” Hajime raised his voice as he reprimanded Oikawa,
losing his patience pretty quickly.
“Really? Because I remember you enjoying yourself very well the other night in
the lockers. You seemed really excited.” Oikawa winked.
Hajime took a deep breath. It was obvious that Oikawa had no intention of
backing off, and calling Hajime out like that was the last straw. He couldn’t
reason himself out of this one, but he had to do something; he would play on
Oikawa’s innocence and inexperience in order to scare him off. He had thought
about this before, but was hoping he wouldn’t have to retort to it and things
would go according to plan without him having to do this. But what other choice
did he have?
Hajime closed the remaining distance between himself and Oikawa, and pushed him
away by his shoulder until Oikawa’s back hit the wall and he cornered him. He
spoke on a low and seductive voice when he said his next words. “Trust me,
pretty boy, you would’ve been running the opposite way with your tail between
your legs if I really would’ve gotten excited.”
Hajime saw as Oikawa’s eyes widened and red started to adorn his cheeks. Oikawa
was just a few centimeters shorter than Iwaizumi, so he didn’t have to look
down on him all that much. And the boy was still just 16, Hajime could only
wonder how much taller he would grow with time. But despite Oikawa’s appearance
and attitude, he was still pretty obviously a blushing virgin.  He put up a
bravado and flirted with everything that moved, but to Hajime it was crystal
clear he was inexperienced. For once, Oikawa was speechless. Hajime had to
admit he looked cute right there like a deer in the headlights. He decided to
speak before Oikawa could recollect his thoughts.
He leaned down into Oikawa until their noses bumped, and the setter’s eyes
widened even more, if that was even possible. “Back off, Oikawa. You’re still
ten years too early to being able to take me on. Don’t try to look for more
than what you can handle; it will surely backfire. Remember that.” Hajime said
a little over a whisper.
He turned his face to the side as if he was going to kiss Oikawa, and he
thought about planting a fleeting one to the setter’s pretty pink lips,
remembering the softness of them from the one time Oikawa had stole a peck from
him, but he stopped himself. That would be pushing things a little too far, and
Hajime had to remind himself that it wasn’t like he really wanted to kiss
Oikawa or anything. After seeing Oikawa gulp, Hajime finally backed away and
pulled the setter’s hand to place the gym’s keys on it and closed his fingers
around the key.
“Close up when you’re done. Don’t forget to stretch.” The coach said as he
turned to retreat, leaving a very flustered and confused Oikawa behind.
 
--
 
“Oh shit!” Tooru said to himself, as he stood there petrified in place with his
back against the wall, and keys held tightly on his hand. Did that really just
happen?! He couldn’t help but wonder to himself amidst the shock. “Oh shit, oh
shit, oh shit!!” He tried really hard to will his blush away, but he couldn’t
control it and his heart was still beating like a million per hour. What just
happened?!
He had already been in a compromising (and compromising was the understatement
of the century!!) position in front of his coach. Something like this should
not under any circumstances turn him into a blushing and nervous mess. He
pulled at his hair and told to himself “Get your shit together, Oikawa Tooru!”
But it wasn’t easy. Not when the memory of Iwa-chan’s breath on his face was
still so vivid and clear. The heat that radiated from his body still present
against Tooru; it made him feel winded. And of course, the memory of Iwa-chan’s
voice was the thing that had him in a lethargic state, unable to move. Iwa-
chan’s voice was usually deep, but the tone he had just used on Tooru had been
completely different. Huskier, more alluring, sexier. This was supposed to be a
good thing; something like this is what the setter had been waiting for. And
yet…
Iwa-chan was right, this was completely out of his league. If he couldn’t
handle his coach actually giving him the attention he had been seeking, even if
it was in order to throw him for a loop, how was he supposed to handle whatever
it was he wanted to come next? Don’t try to look for more than what you can
handle, Iwaizumi had said. Was this it, then? Would Tooru just not be able to
handle whatever relationship he had wanted with Iwa-chan? That… didn’t seem
fair. It wasn’t fair at all.
He knew about the age-gap; he knew there were many years of experience and
experiences between the two. He had known about it ever since he had laid eyes
on his coach. He couldn’t let something that he should’ve been expecting hold
him back now. He just had to get used to it. Right?
Tooru realized that in all of his fantasies up until that moment, he had been
the one seducing Iwaizumi. He had been the one doing the taunting and making
all the moves. Even on that accidental encounter Friday night, the setter had
been the one doing the tempting. He realized he thought he would have to
persuade Iwa-chan into giving in, and so he would be the one to set the pace.
His coach had just turned the tables on him with a few words, and now Tooru was
at a complete loss.
He threw his head back in frustration, making it collide loudly with the wall.
“Ouch!” He complained out loud. Good going trying to knock yourself unconscious
there, dumbass! He reprimanded himself with a pout, rubbing his head where he
had gotten hit. But that seemed to wake him up from his trance. If he wanted to
continue on with his plane of seducing Iwaizumi Hajime, Tooru had to think
things through with a clear head. He took a deep breath and went to take a sip
of his water.
Okay so… what had changed? Nothing much. Iwaizumi was still playing hard to get
and Tooru still wanted him more than he should. The only difference now was
that Tooru was aware of something he should’ve been aware of since the
beginning. No matter how much Iwa-chan wanted to make him believe otherwise,
and maybe he wanted to believe so himself, there were two people involved in
whatever it was they had. Meaning, Iwa-chan wasn’t going to be the observant
third-party from the setter's fantasies. He’d be an active participant.
Tooru shivered at the thought of his coach whispering dirty things on his ear
with the same husky voice he had used moments ago, while touching him in places
he had only ever touched himself in. He pouted again, annoyed with himself.
No, Oikawa Tooru wasn’t one to start something he couldn’t finish, and he
certainly wasn’t about to back out now. Not after Iwa-chan had demonstrated to
at least be interested in him. Hell no. He just needed some time to figure
things out. He needed time to know how he wanted things to proceed and so he
wouldn’t be a dead weight or die of embarrassment. But he couldn’t slack off
too much; he couldn’t take too much time. What if Iwa-chan started dating
someone in the meantime? That wouldn’t do, and Tooru would be damned if he let
something like that happen. So he gave himself a deadline. He had until after
the last game of the Spring High tournament to get his shit together. That
seemed reasonable enough in his head.
It would be better this way. He’d have the time he needed, he could focus on
practice more, and Iwa-chan would lower his guard when he thought Tooru had
given up. Yes, this was a good thing. Iwa-chan in his effort to scare the
setter off had just managed to make his resolve all that stronger.
Tooru started with his stretches before he got to picking everything up.
It was a good thing, he repeated to himself.
 
--
 
To be perfectly honest, Hajime didn’t expect in a million years that things
would go back to normal when it came to Oikawa. The setter struck him as a
stubborn brat who always got what he wanted and didn’t know the meaning of the
word “no”. But contrary to what he was expecting, Oikawa seemed… indifferent.
Like he hadn’t just spent months trying to get into Hajime’s pants. Like
whatever infatuation Oikawa had with him had vanished over night. Sure, he was
still his friendly and smiling and annoying self, but he didn’t flirt with
Hajime; not even once. Not subtly, not bluntly, no nothing. No sexual
innuendos, no unnecessarily exaggerated bending while stretching. Absolutely
nothing.
At first, Hajime was relieved. This was what he wanted, and he finally had a
little bit of peace of mind. But the incredibly dumb and amazingly stupid part
of him was feeling a little… sad?
He had gotten used to flirty Oikawa. There was a certain sparkle in his eyes
full of mischief that Hajime found as annoying as it was endearing. It wasn’t
there any longer. The setter had infuriated Hajime for months with his
behavior, but had also managed to fill it with thrill. So Hajime guessed it was
natural that he felt content when the annoyance and infuriation were gone, but
also gloomy when the thrill and endearment weren’t there either, as conflicting
as it was.
Hajime stared at Oikawa practicing his serve. His form was beautiful; the way
he tossed the ball in the air and jumped right after it. For a moment, it
looked like he was flying, and then he sent the ball with great force to the
other side of the court. It curved perfectly at the last second and landed in
position number five with accuracy. The boy was so talented and gifted, he had
managed to come this far already. Looking at him, Hajime felt so proud. He
remembered a couple of months back when Oikawa had that breakdown. Hajime
thought he would give up, he saw Oikawa’s resolve as weak back then. But now,
seeing his growth and the team’s growth thanks to him, he didn’t see an ounce
of weakness in his setter. He was a fighter, and all of his hard work seemed to
be paying off. Oikawa smiled proudly at his flawless serve and gave Nara, the
third year setter, a high-five.
It always affected a player’s pride when a younger one replaced him; Hajime had
been worried of what would happen to Nara when Oikawa took his position as
starting setter. But Oikawa’s overwhelming talent wasn’t something that could
be dismissed, and soon, a bond had been formed between the two setters who had
the same goal of getting the team to Nationals in mind. Hajime couldn’t help
but think about how incredibly charismatic Oikawa was, and how that quality
would help him a lot in his road to the top.
Seeing the boy’s proud smile, Hajime wanted that smile to be directed at him;
to celebrate Oikawa’s achievements with him, no matter how small or big they
were.
Hajime stopped himself mid-thought and frowned. He couldn’t believe how much
this pain-in-the-ass of a setter had lodged himself into his heart. While it
was unavoidable that a coach would get attached to his players, seeing their
struggles and victories, Hajime had wanted to draw a line with Oikawa
specifically. Considering the history they had, he had all the reason in the
world to draw that line. But it seemed like Oikawa’s little obsession with
Hajime was a thing of the past now, so maybe a normal and healthy relationship
between mentor and pupil could be possible.
Yeah, that was it. Hajime would get used to this new dynamic between the two;
it had been what he wanted from the very beginning. He could get used to this
change, it was a good thing. The longing he looked at Oikawa with would
dissipate soon enough, and their relationship would be normal. Healthy.
He met Oikawa’s eyes and nodded in approval at his recently successful serve.
Oikawa’s eyes widened for a brief moment before he composed himself and made a
peace sign at Hajime with a bright smile. The smug brat. Hajime smirked and
shook his head, looking away.
He allowed himself to breathe a sigh of relief and revel in the normalcy of
things. That thing with Oikawa was in the past. It was over now.
For some reason, the way Oikawa’s eyes widened for a moment flashed into
Hajime’s mind for a moment before he forced it away.
It was over.
 
--
 
This was it.
All of the past few months of harsh training had all been for this very moment:
the Spring High finals game. They were on the 5th and last set, each team
managing to snatch two, and the score was 28-27 in favor of Seijo. It was their
match point. This was it. Hajime was watching his team intently from the bench,
sitting with his elbows in his lap and fingers intertwined in front of his
face. The rest of his team could barely contain their excitement, their loud
cheers making a chorus with the crowd that was going wild. “One more!” and “Go
Seijo!” screams could be heard all throughout the gymnasium loud and clear.
Irihata, who was usually a calm and collected man, was tapping his foot on the
floor repeatedly and fast as if it was all he could do to stop himself from
joining the rest of the team in their loud cheers. This. Was. It!
The referee whistled, Ushijima (who was made the team’s ace on his very first
year to no one’s surprise) served, and the match resumed with possibly the
longest rally yet. And considering this long, dragged out and exhausting match,
that was saying something. The match felt like it extended for hours, and that
was probably not that far off. But none of his players looked exhausted; this
was the result of Hajime’s training methods for their stamina and he sure as
hell was going to rub that in all of their bratty faces afterwards.
Shingo, Seijo’s libero, received Ushijima’s latest spike and flawlessly
returned it back to Oikawa, making the crowd cheer louder than before. Now,
everyone’s eyes were on Izumi, Seijo’s ace, as they waited for him to make the
spike that would decide the match. He was at the left side of the court,
waiting for the ball and luring the blockers to him, and when Oikawa touched
the ball, instead of setting it for the ace, he dumped it in the opponent’s
court out of anyone’s reach.
The referee blew the final whistle, and nothing could be heard above all of the
screams and joyful cheers of both the crowd and bench players. Hajime jumped
out of his seat along with Irihata and let out a loud “Yes!”
His eyes locked with Oikawa’s in the midst of it all, and once they did, the
setter launched himself into Hajime’s arms, jumping on him with a bear hug.
Perhaps he thought he could tackle Hajime to the ground, but if he thought so,
he underestimated Hajime’s strength. The coach picked Oikawa up by the back of
his thighs and lifted him off the ground, spinning him once as the other
players patted Oikawa on the back and tried to piggy-back ride Hajime.
“We did it, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa beamed through teary eyes, a big smile, and
flushed cheeks. He looked so happy, so beautiful.
“You did it.” Hajime replied full of pride. He watched Oikawa’s expression turn
fond, and he put Oikawa down immediately after, realizing this was kind of
dangerous.
The boys were called to line up and bow, and more pleasantries were exchanged
as they handed them their rewards. Oikawa never stopped smiling. He received
the best setter award, and the most valuable player award. Well deserved,
really. When they were given the championship trophy, as if planned, all the
regular players took it and handed it to Hajime with a “Thank you very much!”
and a bow. If Hajime was one to cry easily, he would be moved to tears right
about now. Instead, he settled for ruffling the captain’s (and ace) hair since
he was pretty sure this was all his idea. Addressing his team he finally spoke.
He thought about giving a long, detailed and meaningful speech once this moment
came. But faced with all of his players’ happy faces all he could manage to say
was “This one’s all on you, boys” while lifting the trophy in front of him. It
seemed to be enough, since this time, he was indeed tackled to the ground by
not only Oikawa, but every other team member as well. Hell, the brats were so
damn heavy Hajime was convinced even Irihata had jumped on him right then and
there.
He reprimanded them all half-heartedly, but they all knew he wasn’t really
annoyed at all. Happiness permeated in the atmosphere. They were going to
Nationals!
Hajime could barely believe it, he had only been coaching Seijo for two years
and he already had the privilege to go to Nationals for a second time. The
first time, after last year’s inter-high, they only made it to the quarter-
finals. He hoped this year they could go even further than that.
As they were getting on the bus after everything was over, Irihata addressed
the team.
“Well, this calls for a celebration. I say, we all go to dinner now; it’s all
on me.” He proposed with a smile.
This earned him a few cheers of approval. Hajime had to admire his team’s
stamina, if they were still in the mood for celebrations after such a game as
the one they had. Then again, they were going to Nationals; that wasn’t
something you just didn’t celebrate.
“Are you sure about that? We have enough players to need this large a bus to
fit them all in. You’re probably gonna regret it later.” Hajime remarked as
Irihata settled beside himself.
In response, he just smiled. “Drinks are on me too.”
Hajime smirked. “Oh yeah, you’re definitely going to regret that one.” They
both laughed.
Hajime looked back towards his team to find Oikawa eyeing him with certain
interest in his eyes, but Hajime just averted his gaze and thought nothing of
it.
Once in the restaurant, they had to wait a bit while they prepared a table big
enough to fit them all, but it was still impossible so they ended up split into
two large tables instead.
The spirits were high; there were lots of laughter and jokes. There were also
many conversations at once but they all seemed to be revolving around the same
thing: they were going to Nationals. It was especially nice to see the
expressions on the first year’s faces. This was the first time for them, after
all. And to Hajime, Oikawa looked the happiest of them all in particular. He
kept looking Hajime’s way and smiling; genuine smiles that lit up his whole
face. Oikawa was beautiful on a regular day, but Oikawa happy the way he was
right now, was breath-taking.
Hajime gulped the remaining of his sake in one gulp. Not good.
It was not appropriate to have those thoughts. It wasn’t like he was thinking
anything weird or something, and it had been long since Oikawa made any sort of
advance towards Hajime, but he wanted to keep it that way. Thinking about how
beautiful his setter was, considering everything that had happened between the
two, was most certainly not proper.
He poured himself another cup of alcohol; it was probably his 5th? 6th? He had
lost count. Not like it mattered, Hajime’s alcohol tolerance was pretty high.
The next time Hajime looked Oikawa’s way, the setter held his gaze as he stuck
his tongue out to lick at his straw and put it in his mouth to take a sip of
his drink. And okay so… that looked hot, and the fact that he was calling
anything about Oikawa hot sounded an alarm in Hajime’s head.
Definitely not good.
Irihata pushed a small glass of something Hajime’s way. “Here, Iwaizumi, drink
this.”
Hajime took it without thinking and downed it in one go. And holy shit it
burned, but it burned good. That was certainly stronger than the sake Hajime
had been drinking up until now, but Irihata had drunk nothing but that thing.
It made Hajime think the older man’s alcohol tolerance was way above his own.
“Pour me another one.” Hajime requested, and Irihata complied with a
mischievous smile.
He kept looking at Oikawa and drinking; it seemed like every gesture the setter
made was aimed to tick Hajime off. Did he really have to open his mouth that
much to take a bite of anything? Did he really have to suck on his fingers
after he finally ate that damn sushi? It felt like every gesture was
deliberately provocative, and it made Hajime wonder if they were back to the
beginning with Oikawa’s shitty teasing. But he pushed that thought out of his
mind, because thinking Oikawa may be doing all of those gestures on purpose
would mean Hajime had been bothered by any of it, and that was just ridiculous.
Oikawa was just annoying and the alcohol was making Hajime’s mind fuzzy, that
was all.
“Good stuff, Irihata.” Hajime remarked as he offered Irihata his empty cup for
a refill.
“I think that’s about enough.” Irihata replied with an amused smile, refusing
to fill up Hajime’s cup.
Hajime frowned because no, it wasn’t enough yet. “C’mon, man. It’s not every
day that your team classifies for… for… for Nationals!” Hajime retorted,
smiling widely.
“Hahahahaha. Guess you’re right!” Irihata beamed, filling up Hajime’s cup once
again.
“Hell yeah, I am!” Hajime replied smugly.
The fact that he was laughing out loud and joking and speaking incoherently
should’ve been dead giveaway that he was already drunk, but Hajime was a
stubborn one. How could he get drunk with just a few cups of whatever drink
Irihata was sharing with him? Even more so when the older man seemed to be just
fine. He was smiling and a little flushed but fine.
“That was a great game, wasn’t it?” Irihata started talking.
Something told Hajime that the advisor was pulling at his leg; he probably
wanted to get Hajime talking to get a kick out of the stupid shit he would
probably say. But Hajime took the bait anyway because thinking about the game
made him really want to talk about it.
“Holy shit, that was intense, man!” Hajime started. “It reminded me of back
when I was a player”The rush, the intensity, the heat that only a high-caliber
game could make you feel. Oh, but that wasn’t the only thing Hajime was
referring to. “The way they jumped so damn high!” and their shirts lifted with
the movement.“And just smacked the damn ball with tremendous force!” Making
their muscles flex and the sweat accentuate.Back when he was a player, every
match he played made him sexually frustrated. Exposed abs and shit were a
weakness for Hajime, and he felt like he got gayer every time. But back in the
day, he could always let out all of that frustration afterwards with any of his
teammates. Now, only one guy made him feel the way pretty much all of his
teammates made him feel back then. But Hajime wasn’t a player, and there was no
way he could do what he used to when he was. And that was incredibly
frustrating. He looked at Oikawa across the table and pulled at his own hair.
“Fuck, he’s so annoying!”
“Who?” Irihata inquired.
“Oikawa!” Hajime turned his gaze on Irihata and cursed inwardly. Shit.
There were a few beats of silence where Hajime wondered if he had said any of
that other shit out loud. He hated being drunk. Things got confusing and he
didn’t know what was right or wrong anymore. He didn’t know if anything made
sense, or if he was making any sense. Frankly, he should just shut the fuck up
and wait for this damn day to be over already. Luckily, Irihata interrupted the
silence with his laugh.
“Hahahahahahaha. Iwaizumi, I think the alcohol’s gotten to your head a little
bit.”
Thankfully, it didn’t seem like Irihata was weirded out or anything. So either
Irihata was drunker than he seemed, or Hajime hadn’t said anything weird out
loud. Either way, thank fucking god.
“Yeah, think ‘m a lil’ tipsy.” Hajime replied, relieved.
“Hahahaha” Irihata laughed again. “I think you’re closer to wasted than tipsy.”
He said, patting Hajime in the back.
Hajime was going to defend himself, but whatever he was going to say would
probably not make any sense and would only prove Irihata’s point, so he shut
up.
“Want some water?”
“Yeah” Hajime responded, taking the water bottle Irihata offered him and
downing more than half of it without taking a breath. It helped cool himself
off. Somewhat. “Gotta go pee.” Hajime suddenly said, making to stand up.
Bad idea.
As soon as he was on his feet he lost his balance, and probably would’ve landed
face first on the floor, if not for the two arms that caught him from behind.
“Careful, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa’s voice said from behind Hajime. He sounded amused.
“Gotta go pee.” Hajime repeated as Oikawa helped him straighten up.
Oikawa giggled. “I’ll walk you to the restroom so you don’t hurt your pretty
face.” He said in a low voice for only Hajime to hear.
Hajime was drunk enough to put his arm around Oikawa’s neck and whisper into
his ear. “If you insist.”
Oikawa’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second before replying back. “I do.”
And okay, Hajime definitely needed the support since his walking was way too
unsteady, but he also felt like Oikawa’s scent and proximity were doing him
more harm than good. He was already intoxicated with alcohol, he didn’t need to
be intoxicated with Oikawa for fuck’s sake.
At the restroom there was only one other guy who was washing his hands and soon
enough exited, leaving them alone inside. Hajime expected Oikawa to let go of
him once they were inside, but he didn’t.
Instead, Oikawa got into a stall with Hajime and locked the door behind
himself, standing behind Hajime with his hands on Hajime’s hips.
Hajime frowned. “You gonna take my cock out and pee for me too?” He remarked
sarcastically, as he started to unbuckle his belt.
Oikawa hummed. “Now that you mention it…”
The setter undid Hajime’s button and lowered his zipper, putting his hand
inside Hajime’s boxers to take out his cock.
“H-hey!” Hajime tried to protest, but he had to pee hard enough to start doing
so as soon as his cock was out.
It was difficult to finish, since he was starting to get hard, and by the time
he had emptied his bladder, his cock was fully hard. Oikawa didn’t remove his
hand the moment he finished. Instead, he lingered
Noticing Hajime’s hardness, Oikawa decided to tease. “Iwa-chan, you’re already
like this? How naughty!”
Was this really Oikawa? Could this really be the 16 year old setter who only a
few weeks ago got scared shitless when Hajime just whispered a couple of
insinuating things on his ear?
“Who the fuck are you?” Hajime barked, shoving the other’s hand away from his
cock and putting it back inside his underwear.
There was an obnoxious giggle from behind him. “Iwa-chan, you’re drunk enough
that you don’t recognize me? I’m offended!” Yeah, that whiny voice and annoying
nickname could only come from Oikawa.
Hajime readjusted his pants with shaky hands. Drunk and horny was not how he
wanted to be when he was alone with Oikawa in a restaurant’s restroom. He
turned around, facing the setter.
“Oikawa? Oh, sorry. I almost didn’t recognize you under that bullshit mask of
self-confidence.” Hajime stated in the most deadpan voice he could manage at
the time, which wasn’t very deadpan to begin with.
But honestly, it was amazing that he was speaking and keeping his cool, when
all he wanted was to shove Oikawa against the stall’s door and fuck him
senseless. He really shouldn’t have drunk so much.
“Mean, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa whined. “I’m not going to stay a naïve boy all my
life.” He complained.
Hajime rolled his eyes, and took his chance to exit the stall while Oikawa was
still pouting. He tried to ignore the implications of what Oikawa had said, but
his lower region seem to understand very well what he meant, because it
twitched in anticipation. Damn it!
He splashed some water on his face and rubbed it harshly with a paper towel.
Hajime could feel the last of his common sense flying out the window and he
really needed to get a grip on himself.
Oikawa got close. Way too close behind Hajime and whispered in a low voice
without making any body contact. “Why don’t you try me again, Iwa-chan? I
promise I won’t fret.”
And well, shit. Hajime almost did. In fact, he was about to turn around and
shut Oikawa up with a kiss when the door to the restroom flew open, and Hajime
didn’t know whether to groan in disappointment or let out a sigh of relief. He
probably wanted to do both. The person who opened the door was Irihata.
“Iwaizumi, Oikawa, we’re leaving already.” He said with a smile. He was smiling
way too much.
Hajime swore he heard Oikawa whine behind him. “Right.” He replied.
Oikawa was back to holding Hajime from his waist to help him walk. “I can walk
just fine, Oikawa.” Hajime complained, but still put his arm around Oikawa’s
neck for support. Oikawa giggled in reply. Hajime’s cock was uncomfortably hard
inside his pants still, but less so than before. He could only hope it wasn’t
noticeable, but judging by Oikawa’s gaze and amused expression, it had to be
somewhat.
“Shut the hell up.” Hajime bellowed.
“I haven’t said anything yet.” Oikawa retorted smugly.
“No, but you’re thinking it, and I’ll be damned if I let you… say… I mean,
think… oh just shut the hell up!” Hajime flushed. He really should be the one
to shut the hell up before he made a bigger fool out of himself.
Oikawa laughed. Hajime just glared at him.
The setter helped his coach onto his sit and winked at him before going to his
own seat. Hajime let out a heavy breath and rested his head back onto his seat.
Thankfully, he wasn’t all that hard anymore, but he was still feeling too damn
weird and not in complete control of himself. It was annoying.
God, he really shouldn’t have made the decision of getting drunk tonight.
 
--
 
Tooru was in the verge of hyperventilating when he settled on his seat after
having helped Iwa-chan onto his own. He had touched Iwa-chan’s dick. HE HAD
TOUCHED IWA-CHAN’S DICK! Honestly, he didn’t even know how the hell he had
pulled something like that off with a straight face. Sure, he had been trying
to mentally prepare himself to take the next step, but he didn’t think himself
capable of doing something like what he had done already. He thought he’d be
more hesitant and self-conscious, all things considered. But perhaps since he
had been the one taking the initiative, it had been easier for him. But he did
tell Iwa-chan to try him again. Would he have gone through with it had Iwa-chan
taken him on his offer?
He didn’t know… Maybe? Was he ready yet? Tooru could not be sure. But despite
that fact, it didn’t make him want to take back what he had said. He wanted to
test his limits because it would be with Iwa-chan. He looked at his coach from
his seat and yes… he felt like he did want to try to have sex with him. It
scared him somewhat, but it also excited him at the same time. There was no
part of Iwa-chan’s body that he didn’t want to see and likewise, there was no
part of his body that he didn’t want Iwa-chan to see (not that there were that
many parts of his body that his coach hadn’t seen already). Tooru wanted
everything. He felt his cheeks redden at the way his thoughts were going, and
looked around self-consciously as if anyone would’ve heard his thoughts.
Whenever he was in public and thinking about stuff he’d never dare say out
loud, Tooru couldn’t help but feel as if he would somehow reveal too much
unintentionally. What if there was a mind-reader around?! He was paranoid
maybe, but what could he do about it?
Letting out a deep sigh of relief after realizing nobody was paying particular
attention to him, Tooru thought about what he would do or could do next. He was
already dreading the moment when they got back to school and he had to part
ways with Iwa-chan. It was always frustrating when at the end of the day, they
had to return home and nothing had happened in particular. Nothing had
advanced, nothing had changed. He didn’t want that anymore.
Today, he had finally accomplished something he had been dreaming about since
grade school. Tooru was going to Nationals. A few months ago, he told his coach
that he felt invincible. Well, that feeling was back and stronger than ever; if
the setter could do this, he could do anything.
As the bus began to make its way back, Tooru stared at Iwaizumi’s back again
and told himself that he didn’t want to part ways with him anymore. He didn’t
want to walk away or back off; he wanted to move forward. Tooru realized it was
him the one who had to make the next move if he really wanted to make any
progress at all with Iwa-chan.
That was okay. All he had to do was stay on guard for his chance to come, or
just make the chance happen. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle.
After all, he was invincible.
 
--
 
How difficult would it be to convince your volleyball club’s advisor, who was a
little tipsy, to let you drive your coach home, who was really drunk, when you
were just a 16-year-old guy with a learner’s permit? Going by Tooru's
experience, apparently not that difficult.
Because all it took was for him to overhear them talking about how it was
impossible for Iwa-chan to drive himself home in his state, and the coach’s
refusal to leave his car at school for the night in favor of a cab, for Tooru
to offer to drive him home and Irihata to consider it the best option. All he
did was laugh, pat Tooru in the back and “wish him luck” while Iwa-chan was
still having trouble turning his protests into words. Tooru had to say,
Iwaizumi Hajime when he was drunk was absolutely cute.
So there he was, driving Iwa-chan back home in his car, while the coach sat in
the passenger seat with flushed cheeks and a pout in his face. Really cute.
“Iwa-chan, do you need me to pull over so you can throw up?” He teased,
pretending his coach’s uncomfortable state was due to him being drunk and not
because Tooru had gotten his way.
Iwa-chan glared at him. He looked like he was considering calling Tooru every
bad name on his book of insults, but he opened and closed his mouth several
times without any words really coming out. “No!” He finally said.
Tooru was trying, and failing miserably, not to laugh. Yes, Iwa-chan was
absolutely cute.
When he got to the apartment’s building Irihata had directed him to and parked
Iwa-chan’s car in the assigned parking space, Iwa-chan fumbled with his seat-
belt and made to get out of the car.
“Drive yourself home. You can bring me back my car tomorrow.” He suggested.
It looked like it had taken effort and a lot of thinking for Iwa-chan to get
those words right. It probably wasn’t that far off from the truth.
“Not even gonna invite me in? Mean!” Tooru complained, getting out of the car
himself and walking after his coach.
“What? You want a fucking tour of my place? Just go home, Oikawa.” Iwa-chan
retorted, quickening his pace to try and get ahead. He wasn’t doing a very good
job.
The setter put one hand on Iwaizumi’s forearm and another on his waist to
steady his pace. “Can you even get to your place without tripping over your own
feet, Iwa-chan?” He joked, but looking at the way Iwa-chan was walking, it
wasn’t completely 100% a joke.
That wasn’t something Iwaizumi could argue. Not drunk like he was. “Tch” was
his simple reply as he let Tooru guide him to the elevator and up towards his
apartment.
It wasn’t like Tooru had a plan or knew how to go on about things, but he did
know he couldn’t just walk away right now. He didn’t want to.
Iwa-chan was fumbling with the keys to his apartment, so Tooru took them
instead and opened the door for him. Iwa-chan let out a frustrated sigh and
finally entered his apartment.
“Go home, Oikawa.” He tried again. Tooru was having none of it.
The setter closed the door behind himself and looked around. “This is quite a
nice place!” He exclaimed.
“Go. Home!” Iwa-chan tried again.
The setter decided to ignore him. Iwaizumi’s apartment was pretty simple, but
it wasn’t a lie when Tooru said it was nice. The floors were wooden and they
looked neat. After the entryway, there was the living-room to his right, and
both the kitchen and dining-room to his left. A small counter divided the
dining-room from the kitchen, and he couldn’t help but imagine Iwa-chan cooking
a meal in the kitchen and serving food to his guests through the counter; it
was a nice thought.
Iwa-chan sighed at the setter's lack of response. He pointed to his right
“Living-room,” and then to his left “kitchen, dining room” He concluded. Then
he kept walking down the hallway and Tooru followed him. Iwa-chan pointed to
his right “Lau— umm… this room here.” Iwa-chan frowned, and when Tooru looked
inside the room he just pointed at, he realized it was the laundry. Then he
pointed at the door after that one “Bathroom.” Then he signaled the door to his
left “Bedroom.” And finally, the door facing the front which was the only
crystal door and had curtains hanging from it. “Balcony.”
It really was a nice one-person apartment.
Iwa-chan frowned. “There’s nothing else.”
Tooru couldn’t help it; he laughed. Iwa-chan looked so confused it was cute.
Iwa-chan closed his eyes, took a deep breath and walked into his bedroom. “Just
go home, Oikawa.”
“That’s the fourth time you ask me to leave!” Tooru whined as he entered the
bedroom after Iwa-chan. “You may have a fine apartment, but you are a terrible
host!”
“Ugh! People usually leave the first time they’re asked to!” Iwa-chan sat
heavily on his bed and brought a hand up to rub his eyes.
He looked like he wanted to get a grip on things, but Tooru thought it was
better for him if Iwa-chan didn’t. So he wouldn’t let him. Tooru sat next to
him in bed.
“Do you really want me to leave, Iwa-chan?” Tooru asked in a low voice, hoping
his voice could somehow affect his coach the same way he had affected him with
his. The setter didn’t think he could have the same effect, though.
Iwa-chan finally dropped his hand from his eyes and frowned at the floor. “I’m
drunk.”
Tooru allowed himself a small smile. “That’s not an answer.”
“You should leave because I’m drunk!” Iwa-chan looked at him.
Tooru's smile widened. “That’s not very convincing, Iwa-chan. And still not an
answer.”
Iwa-chan averted his gaze and shook his head. “You’ve been looking at me
weird.”
Tooru tilted his head in confusion. “Weird?”
“You have absolutely no fucking idea how sexually frustrated you make me. So.
For your own fucking good. Go home.” Iwa-chan whispered, tripping over his
words a lot. It was surprising how he even managed a full sentence.
Tooru felt his heartbeat quicken and his cheeks flush red at Iwa-chan’s words.
Up until this moment, the setter had his suspicions that his approaches hadn’t
been completely shut down; but to have Iwa-chan confirm it with words that
Tooru could relate to? That wasn’t something he thought he would get. It was
something he didn’t know he needed.
Feeling bold, the setter brought his lips close to whisper into Iwa-chan’s ear.
“The feeling’s mutual.”
The shiver that went through Iwa-chan’s body at Tooru's words sparked a shiver
of his own, and soon enough he had his coach pushing him back towards the
mattress and pinning him by his arms to the bed.
For a long moment, Iwa-chan just looked into Tooru's widened eyes, and seemed
to have doubt flicker on his expression just by looking into the setter’s eyes.
Tooru cursed himself inwardly at not being able to control his expression. This
was something he wanted, and he couldn’t have Iwa-chan thinking it wasn’t just
because he widened his eyes. Iwa-chan was shaking his head.
“Try me!” He urged, sounding a little desperate.
Now it was Iwa-chan who widened his eyes. “I can’t!”
“Sure you can.” Tooru argued. “I want you to.” He was breathing heavily now.
The setter could see his coach’s pupils dilate at that, and his lips part to
take a breath through them. “I’m not… sure.”
Tooru licked his lips. He could feel Iwa-chan’s breath on his face and it was
making him needy. “I need you to.” He finished with the softest of voices.
The last of Iwa-chan’s self-control seemed to fly out of the window and he
crashed his lips into Tooru's with a frantic moan. Tooru could hardly believe
it, but he wasted no time in kissing his coach back now that he had finally
gotten what he wanted. Iwa-chan’s breath still tasted of alcohol, but it wasn’t
unpleasant to Tooru’s palate. On the contrary, if it was even possible for him
to get drunk from the taste of Iwa-chan’s mouth alone, he would’ve gladly done
so. Iwa-can’s tongue explored the setter's mouth and the latter returned the
favor with tentative flicks of his tongue. Admittedly, this was the first time
he had ever gotten kissed like this; the first time he had ever made out with
someone. So Tooru didn’t really know what he was doing, but judging by Iwa-
chan’s reactions, he wasn’t half-bad at it. And perhaps because it was the
first time he was making out with someone, that was why Tooru had gotten a
little too much into it and was already fully hard. His inexperience was
probably also the reason why he was already feeling out of breath from kissing
Iwa-chan. Tooru didn’t know if it was worth it to break away from the kiss just
to have a breather. It probably wasn’t.
But Iwa-chan made the decision for him when he ground his hips down against
Tooru's, and they both broke away from the kiss with a gasp. Tooru couldn’t
describe the feeling that coursed throughout his whole body the moment his
groin got in contact with Iwa-chan’s through clothes; it was something that
could only be felt. Masturbation could never compare to the feeling of being
touched and stimulated by someone else, and when Iwa-chan rubbed their sexes
together, Tooru thought he would lose his mind right then and there. Too soon.
He would cum too soon if his coach kept that up.
“I-Iwa-chan!” Tooru breathed wantonly, feeling an urge to focus on something
else so that this wouldn’t be over too early.
Iwa-chan still had his hands pinned to the bed, and Tooru wanted to get out of
his grip so that he could run his hands through his coach’s body. He felt
strong, firm and hot against Tooru. The setter wondered if Iwa-chan’s body
temperature was usually this high or if that was the result of the alcohol
mixed with their current actions.
At the mention of his name, Iwaizumi stopped the rocking of his hips and looked
at Tooru; his gaze dark and unfocused. The setter took advantage of his coach’s
momentary hesitation to release himself from his grip, and push him off so that
Iwa-chan was now on his back in the bed and Tooru on top of him. It wasn’t like
Tooru could ever dream of beating Iwa-chan in a contest of strength, but his
coach complied anyway.
“Oikawa…” Iwa-chan started. Probably intending to form a sentence but not sure
what to say or how to say it. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if
willing himself to calm down.
But Tooru couldn’t afford to let him calm down. Not when it could mean they
would have to stop what they were doing. Still, he didn’t know what to do other
than lay on top of Iwaizumi and stare at him. Tooru had thought of many
different ways this could go once they got to this point; he had thought of the
many different things he could do. And yet, right now, he didn’t know what the
most appropriate route for him to take was. He could feel himself in the verge
of panic, but then he felt Iwa-chan’s hands hesitantly brush against his sides
and he blinked himself aware. Tooru reveled on the way his coach tickled his
sides and raised his shirt a bit to brush his fingers against Tooru's skin; the
tickling sensation adding on to the setter’s arousal. Okay. He could not be
dead-weight. He would not!
Tooru slowly crawled backwards down Iwa-chan’s body, and watched his coach
blink in confusion until he was face to face with the dent on Iwa-chan’s pants.
He supported his weight with one arm and started to unbuckle and undo Iwa-
chan’s pants with the other. Iwa-chan was still blinking in confusion until
Tooru put his hand on the waistband of Iwa-chan’s underwear, and lowered his
face intending to put Iwa-chan’s dick in his mouth as soon as it was on sight.
Iwa-chan seemed to become conscious of this, as his eyes widened in realization
and he brought a hand to Tooru's to stop him from pulling down his underwear.
He put his other hand to Tooru's chin and made the setter look at him.
“What are you doing?” He asked, even though he knew exactly what it was Tooru
was doing.
“Giving you head.” Tooru replied anyway, sounding far more calm and collected
than he actually felt.
Iwa-chan shook his head. “You’ve never done this before.” It wasn’t a question.
It was true; Tooru hadn’t done anything like that before. But. “So what?” He
challenged.
Iwaizumi closed his eyes and took a deep breath; he had done a lot of that
tonight. He opened back his eyes slowly and stated “You’re a lot of trouble,
did you know that?”
Tooru smirked. “I’m just the right amount of trouble for you, Iwa-chan. So how
about you’re a good boy and let me—” But Iwa-chan cut him off by putting a
finger to his mouth.
“How about the inexperienced cut the condescending shit out and let the adults
who know what they’re doing handle everything.”
Tooru blinked owlishly at Iwa-chan’s remark and was suddenly pulled up by his
shoulders and thrown back into the bed again, with Iwaizumi hovering over him.
“I’ll show you how.” Iwa-chan stated, and it sounded like a command coming from
his lips.
The coach pressed a chaste kiss Tooru's lips before kissing down his body until
he reached the waistband of the setter’s pants. Tooru let out a loud gasp when
Iwa-chan fumbled with the hem of his track pants until he got them and his
underwear out of the way, and gave a tentative lick to the head of Tooru's
dick.
“I-Iwa-chan!” Tooru felt his face burn hot as he said those words.
Iwa-chan just circled his tongue around the head of Tooru's dick while keeping
his eyes trained on the setter’s face.
Okay, so. If masturbation fell short when compared to someone else touching you
through clothes, having someone else’s tongue in your genitals was completely
off the charts. The sensations Iwa-chan’s tongue provoked in Tooru’s body were
unlike anything he had ever experienced in his life. He felt and saw how pre-
cum oozed out of the slit and into Iwa-chan’s tongue and he couldn’t help but
cover his face with his hand. It was too much, too fast.
He felt Iwa-chan smirk. “That’s more like it.”
But before Tooru could even begin to wonder what in the world could he have
meant, Iwa-chan was enveloping his dick with his mouth and any and all coherent
thought flew out of the setter’s mind. He moaned obscenely when he felt his
coach take his complete length in one go and his nose bump against Tooru’s
pubic hair. Too much.
Then, Iwa-chan started pulling off slowly and suckling every inch along the
way. The suction noises alone were enough to drive Tooru crazy, but combined
with all the sensations and the visual of what his coach was doing to him… he
was definitely on the fringe of insanity. Too close.
“Iwa-chan!” Tooru hated himself for the way his voice cracked in the end, but
it wasn’t like he could help it. This was the first time ever he had gotten a
blowjob, so he had nothing else to compare it to, but he was 100% sure he was
getting high quality.
Iwa-chan pulled off completely and the way he looked with flushed cheeks and
heated eyes and pre-cum sliding down his chin should’ve been illegal. “It’s
okay.” That was all he said before taking Tooru completely into his mouth
again.
Tooru knew he wasn’t going to last long then; hell, he wasn’t sure how he had
even lasted this long, even though it probably wasn’t all that long to begin
with. Iwaizumi hollowed his cheeks and Tooru couldn’t hold it in anymore. He
gripped the blankets as if he was holding them for dear life; his toes curled,
his back arched, and he came hard into Iwa-chan’s mouth with a loud moan
freeing itself from his mouth.
He collapsed into the bed heavily, and he could see stars behind his closed
eyelids. Tooru was breathing so harshly his breath was the only thing he could
hear. And he was so far gone he almost didn’t even feel the weight of Iwa-
chan’s body on top of his. Though it felt a little off. He felt some pressure
between his chest and stomach alone, and couldn’t really tell on which side of
him Iwa-chan was. When he opened one eye, he realized what the problem was.
The pressure he felt wasn’t the weight of Iwa-chan’s arm. He had a knee on each
side of Tooru's body, pinning him to the bed with his legs. Iwa-chan was
supporting his whole body weight with his knees as he jerked himself off on top
of Tooru.
The setter’s eyes grew wide. The sight in front of him, the sight of Iwa-chan
touching himself so close to his face was so appealing Tooru could feel his
limp cock twitch in response. Iwa-chan was rough with himself; stroking hard
and fast. He was biting at his bottom lip and had his eyes closed in
concentration. Tooru focused his gaze on Iwa-chan’s dick and saw the pre-cum
leaking and making Iwa-chan’s strokes smoother. He was completely entranced by
the motions.
Suddenly, Iwa-chan was pointing at Tooru's face with the tip of his length and
he groaned loudly as he came, spurting cum into the setter's face.
Tooru closed his eyes in reflex, but it didn’t get in either one of his eyes.
It was mostly over his chin and right cheek, a little on the corner of his
mouth and some in his hair. It felt warm and sticky, but he was so absorbed in
everything that had just happened to feel any sort of disgust. Tooru licked the
corner of his mouth curiously as Iwa-chan collapsed next to him; it wasn’t
tasty at all, but it was something he wouldn’t mind having in his mouth again.
 He smiled.
“Iwa-chan!” Tooru turned to his side to see his coach… had fallen asleep almost
immediately.
He laughed. Because in spite of everything they had just done, Iwaizumi Hajime
just looked adorable in his sleep.
He got up from the bed and walked into the private bathroom of Iwa-chan’s
bedroom to wash his face and rinse his hair a bit. He considered taking a
shower, but not before he used a humid towel to clean Iwa-chan up a bit. He
didn’t even flinch as Tooru cleaned his dick with the towel and put it back
into his pants. Tooru was blushing like crazy and feeling embarrassed by doing
that, which was incredibly stupid of him considering what they had just done,
but hey.
He finally took his much needed shower and afterwards dressed himself in a
bathrobe that was a little too big on him, but it would do to sleep in. He
didn’t need to go back home tonight, his parents were away for the week and
staying with Iwa-chan was much more appealing to him than driving back to an
empty home. He lied in bed next to Iwa-chan, exhausted, and thought about
calling his parents and telling them the good news about the tournament
results, but it somehow felt like that would ruin the moment. Tooru was in a
complete bliss and a call to his parents didn’t fit in that moment.
He sighed contently and fell asleep next to Iwa-chan thinking this had been the
best day of his life.
 
 
 
 
***** Warmth *****
Chapter Summary
     The boys deal with their feelings in the aftermath of a drunken
     night.
 
 
 
Of course Hajime remembered.
He had never in his life blacked-out after a hangover, and that was usually a
comforting thing. He thought not being able to remember what you did or said
would’ve been something scary, so he was normally glad it never happened to
him. This time however, Hajime cursed his inability to black out, and wished
with all his being he could just forget what he had done to Oikawa the night
before. But he had no such luck.
The memory of Oikawa, flushed and writhing under his touch was as vivid as the
pounding headache assaulting his head. He felt nauseous, and he didn’t know if
it was due to the hangover, or due to how disgusted he was with himself.
Probably both.
Hajime covered his face with his pillow and groaned into it. He didn’t know if
Oikawa was still in bed next to him; he couldn’t tell. He hoped he wasn’t, and
resolved himself to stay in bed however long it was necessary for Oikawa to
just leave. They had to talk about this, and Hajime was in no condition to talk
about anything at the moment. He had to handle things better than he had
handled them last night, and he couldn’t do that when there was still alcohol
in his system, so he would just go the fuck back to sleep and hope he didn’t
have to wake up for a while.
But his body had other plans.
Queasiness became unbearable and Hajime could feel his stomach revolting. He
jumped out of bed and ran straight for the bathroom; by some miracle of the
universe he made it on time to the toilet to puke his guts out. He felt like
shit. Disgusting. He guessed he deserved it anyway.
Oh, how he wished he could just melt into the floor and die. This whole thing
felt like a nightmare, and Hajime felt dread crawl up his spine just thinking
about the possible consequences he would have to face if anyone found out about
this. He could lose his job, his reputation would go to shit, nobody would look
at him the same way ever again. He felt like puking again and bent over the
toilet to do so, but nothing came out. A horrible nightmare indeed.
The worst part though, was neither the nausea, the throbbing pain in his head
nor the overwhelming sense of guilt and disgust. Not even the menace of his
imminent demise. The worst part of the situation he was in was the fact that
somewhere in his mind, Hajime was truly glad that he had gotten to be intimate
with Oikawa at all. The less reasonable part of him thought the nausea and the
headache, they were all very well worth it.
He was utterly disgusting.
Hajime proceeded to clean himself up, especially his mouth, to see if it could
help relief this nasty feeling all over his body. There was something nagging
at him; something telling him this had all been bound to happen sooner or later
and he couldn’t pin all the blame on the alcohol because he had had his eye on
Oikawa long before last night. Even if he had tried to ignore how he felt, and
even if he had tried his damn best to keep the setter at bay, Hajime couldn’t
deny all the different ways in which he was attracted to Oikawa. All those
months of pent up sexual frustration were bound to lead somewhere eventually,
and if things turned out the way they did he had no one to blame but himself.
Clearly, he wasn’t in control of the situation like he should’ve been.
He rinsed his mouth after brushing his teeth over and over again and scrubbed
himself up in the shower until his soap bar disappeared into his skin. It still
didn’t make him feel any less repulsive. His bathrobe wasn’t in its usual spot
hanging by the doorknob and Hajime cursed as he toweled himself off and wrapped
the towel around his waist ready to walk back in to his bedroom. Hoping Oikawa
wasn’t in there, Hajime took a deep breath and finally exited the bathroom and
into his bedroom. Even though Oikawa was nowhere to be seen, Hajime didn’t even
feel an ounce of relief by that.
What if Oikawa was in his living room waiting for him? But then again, the
moment Hajime realized his bedroom was empty, a feeling worse than the fear of
having to face Oikawa took over him… wouldn’t it be worse if Oikawa was already
gone? What if he decided to tell somebody? What if he didn’t feel well after
what they had done? What if Oikawa was feeling just as terrible as Hajime was
or worse?
Suddenly, Hajime felt overly anxious and without even bothering to put some
clothes on, he barged in to his living room to find… it was empty.
He felt so confused for a long moment, because he saw his car keys by the key
hanger, so Oikawa couldn’t have possibly taken his car like Hajime had offered
him last night. But before he could find any relief in the possibility of it
all being nothing but a dream, he noticed a small piece of paper under a pen in
the middle of his coffee table. That wasn’t there yesterday, or the day before
that. As a matter of fact, his coffee table was usually reserved for, well,
coffee. He approached it slowly and took the piece of paper in his hand.
                                   Iwa-chan!
                      Thank you so much for last night!!
           Hopefully next time you won’t pass out on me afterwards.
                                    (• ε •)
It took him a while to focus his gaze on those silly words, and an even longer
moment to make any sort of sense out of them. But once he did, shock made his
headache worse. Hajime read the note over and over again in disbelief. Here he
was worrying like a complete moron about Oikawa, meanwhile the little bastard
was just making presumptuous statements about a next time. Hajime crumpled the
note with his hand and cursed, but the words ‘next time’ were still flashing in
his mind. There won’t ever be a next time. Not if he could help it; not if it
was up to him. Yeah it was up to you last night and look how that turned out,
reprimanded Hajime’s subconscious.
“Shut the fuck up!” He replied to himself out loud, probably looking like a
total crazy ass motherfucker talking to himself. Whatever, he was still
hungover as fuck and had a right to act the part. It was a miracle he was still
standing.
Turning to his couch Hajime dived into and landed face first on it. Could he
please just sleep forever? All these thoughts weren’t helping his headache one
damn bit. He just wanted to sleep the rest of his hangover off and stop
thinking.
Just stop.
Stop!
He couldn’t stop thinking.
 
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After doing something so daring and scandalous the night before, it was
surprisingly easy for Oikawa to not give anything away. Granted, he had always
been good at hiding things from his parents, but this wasn’t about sneaking out
in the middle of the night or going to watch that film he wasn’t supposed to.
This was about losing his virginity and to his volleyball coach of all people.
Then again, did he really lose his virginity? They didn’t really… though Iwa-
chan did… Gah! In any case, Oikawa definitely wasn’t feeling like a virgin
anymore, and he somehow expected he wouldn’t be able to keep something like
that to himself, not because he didn’t want to, but because he felt so
different he thought someone was bound to notice.
But he had to hide it as best as he could, even if he did feel completely
different and even if he still was in cloud nine. He couldn’t risk giving
anything away and cause Iwa-chan any trouble, let alone risk not being able to
be with Iwa-chan ever again. That thought scared him more than any other.
Perhaps his giddiness and overexcitement could be attributed only to the fact
that his volleyball team was going to Nationals, even though that was certainly
not the sole reason for the way he felt, and that was why his parents didn’t
question his overly happy mood.
He had taken a bus early in the morning to make it home before his parents did
and received them with the good news.
“Tooru, dear, are you expecting a call or something?” His mother inquired.
“Eh?” Tooru looked up from his phone at his parents across the restaurant table
from him. They had taken him out to dinner to celebrate his team’s achievement.
“You’ve been looking at your phone quite a lot. Has your girlfriend not
congratulated you yet?” His father teased with that smug look Tooru definitely
got from him.
“Dad! You know I don’t have a girlfriend!” Tooru retorted completely
embarrassed.
“Your crush, then. Same difference.”
And well, Tooru couldn’t exactly deny that, even if somehow the word “crush”
seemed to fall short when used to describe what Iwa-chan was to him. He had
been waiting for a call from Iwa-chan, he just hadn’t realized he’d been
staring at his phone long enough for his parents to notice. It wasn’t like he
had anything in particular he wanted to say, but wasn’t it the norm that you
were supposed to call the person you spent the night with after doing so? Was
Tooru supposed to be the one who called? Or was that the norm for people who
were already dating or together or something? It wasn’t like Tooru had a clear
idea of what was going on between Iwa-chan and him, or what their relationship
consisted of, but it wasn’t like they had nothing either, even if they weren’t
dating yet.
Tooru’s father interpreted his silence as confirmation.
“Heeeeh, I totally knew it.”
“Daaad!” Tooru whined, not amused by his father making fun of him. At least he
had gotten over the dad jokes, but still.
“Hey! No teasing Tooru tonight, this dinner’s for him!” His mother fixed his
father with a glare and he looked at her sheepishly in return while Tooru sat
there with a pout.
Thankfully, the rest of the dinner went smoothly, and his father didn’t give
him any more grief. While Tooru adored his father, his mother was right when
she said their personalities clashed because they were so alike, even if Tooru
certainly didn’t consider himself as annoying and obnoxious as his father.
They had a little video chat with his sister and Takeru while waiting for their
dessert, and Tooru was so caught up in the moment he almost didn’t notice when
his phone vibrated in his pocket. Not wanting to give his father any more
reasons to make fun of him, Tooru excused himself to the restroom.
Once there, Tooru unlocked his phone to find one unread message from his coach.
His heart skipped a beat or two while he slid his fingers on his phone’s screen
to open the new message.
Are you ok?
That was all it said. No greeting, no reprimands, just a simple inquire about
how he was feeling. Oikawa smiled at his screen, because those three words
alone were more than enough to him. For now anyway.
Yes, Iwa-chan!! I’m having dinner with my parents. (´ω ｀ )
He almost wrote ‘Miss you’ in the end, but decided against it. It was silly to
miss someone when you had just seen them that morning. Right?
Alright, enjoy yourself. We’ll talk tomorrow.
The way he said it made it seem like Oikawa wouldn’t be enjoying himself after
they talked, but Tooru would be damned if he were to leave Iwa-chan think this
was something he could talk himself out of. No matter how drunk he had been
last night, what happened between the two was something they both clearly
wanted, not a drunken mistake like Iwa-chan would probably want to claim.
I have been enjoying myself very much in the past 24 hours, Iwa-chan, thank
you! See you tomorrow. ( ˘ ³˘) ♥
With that, Tooru slipped his phone back into his pocket and returned to his
table where his parents were waiting for him to start on their already served
dessert. He didn’t expect a reply, but that didn’t stop him from checking his
phone a couple more times, while ignoring his father’s knowing smirk from
across the table.
Iwa-chan had sounded calm, and Oikawa guessed that was a good thing to some
extent. But he wouldn’t give it much thought for now; he was happy with the way
things were in his life at the moment, so he would focus on that instead.
Tomorrow he would talk to Iwa-chan.
And he would not let Iwa-chan back down now.
 
--
 
All throughout practice, Hajime had been observing Oikawa. He felt like he
needed to look out for any signs of discomfort or anything that would tell him
Oikawa regretted what happened, or resented Hajime for it. In spite of the note
Oikawa had left him and in spite of his replies to Hajime’s messages, the coach
simply couldn’t help but worry his setter would end up giving him the cold
shoulder or something. That maybe he had time to think and realized what Hajime
did to him was not something to be taken lightly.
But Oikawa was his usual cheerful self in both morning and afternoon practice;
Hajime could argue that he even looked more cheerful than usual. All of them
did, honestly, but it was Oikawa who stood out to him. The way his face glowed
with happiness and the beauty of his genuine smile weren’t lost on Hajime, who
in spite of his better judgment, couldn’t help but hope he was partly
responsible for his setter’s high spirits.
It was stupid. And wrong. Hajime still hoped for it anyway.
He took a deep breath after closing the broom’s closet of the gym and turned
around to see Oikawa waving good-bye to the other first years, Matsukawa and
Hanamaki. Hajime didn’t know what kind of excuse Oikawa told them for him
staying behind, but he didn’t have it in him to wonder. He was finally alone
with Oikawa and he had no fucking clue how to even begin their conversation.
Oikawa flashed him a grin and Hajime had to look away; unable to smile back but
also unable to respond to such a smile with his usual glare. He couldn’t speak,
couldn’t think. He just wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible,
because this gym was the biggest reminder of their coach and player
relationship, and at that moment that reminder was like a slap to the face.
Returning his gaze to Oikawa, whose smile was still in place, Hajime suggested
“Let’s go somewhere else”.
“O-kay!” Oikawa merely replied, smiling wider.
Hajime didn’t think that smile right now was genuine this time, but it was like
Oikawa was trying to present himself as confident and reassuring, and those
emotions weren’t a façade.
Oikawa followed him into his car, and Hajime drove away in silence, the only
sound filling the car being Oikawa humming a soft tune to himself. Hajime
didn’t know where he was headed; he didn’t plan this. Besides he didn’t feel
like he wanted to arrive to wherever it was they were going, since he still
hadn’t made up his mind about what he wanted to say. But Oikawa probably had a
curfew or something, so he couldn’t keep driving him around for too long.
Not really paying attention to where they were, Hajime entered the parking lot
of a nearby park, and decided it would do.
“Let’s go for a walk.” Hajime said and got out of his car.
He didn’t start to make his way until he heard Oikawa close the door behind him
and walk up to him. There were only a handful of people around, but Hajime
guessed that was normal for a Monday evening. Still, he walked as far away as
possible from those few hanging out on the place, taking advantage of the
park’s lighting which was in good condition and allowed for them to walk away
from curious eyes.
Once Hajime stopped in front of a bench he felt arms wrap around his waist from
behind and Oikawa rest his cheek against Hajime’s shoulder. Oikawa was warm.
Really warm. And the weight of his body felt nice against Hajime, but he forced
himself to snap out of it and disentangle himself from Oikawa. Turning around,
Hajime put his hands in Oikawa’s shoulders and pushed him away to put some
distance between them. Oikawa pouted.
“There’s no one around to see us!” Oikawa protested.
Hajime tightened his grip on Oikawa’s shoulders and gave the setter a stern
look. “This is a game to you!” He hissed.
Oikawa blinked owlishly, apparently taken aback by his coach’s accusation. Then
his face relaxed into a tender smile and he replied easily. “It’s not a game,
Iwa-chan.”
Hajime raised an eyebrow at Oikawa’s claim. How could he declare something like
that so casually? How did he expect Hajime to believe him, when all Oikawa had
done was play silly games to try and seduce him? When it seemed like he got a
kick out of riling Hajime up?
His skepticism must’ve shown in his face because Oikawa continued. “It may have
started as such, but not anymore.”
“Oh, so you’ve seen the light, right? Or did a voice from heaven tell you
this?”
“Iwa-chan, don’t mock me! I’m being serious about my feelings here!!” Oikawa
whined.
Hajime shook Oikawa ever so slightly. “I am your coach, and you are my pupil!
Do you not see what’s wrong with that picture?” He could feel himself getting
impatient.
Oikawa’s pout turned into a mischievous smile. Oh no.
“You could be my coach in more ways than one!” Oikawa said as he gave Hajime
his signature wink.
Hajime finally let go of Oikawa and pulled at his own hair in frustration. It
was difficult to keep himself from smacking Oikawa across the head when he kept
spouting nonsense like that.
“Right. And you intend for me to believe this is not a game to you when you say
shit like that. Very convincing.” Hajime said frustrated.
Oikawa poked the space between Hajime’s eyebrows. “I’m trying to get you to
stop frowning.”
The ‘you’re doing a terrific job’ comeback died in his throat, because in spite
of it all, he still thought Oikawa’s gesture was sweet in its own way. Hajime
removed Oikawa’s finger from his frown and lowered his hand to hold onto it.
“Oikawa. Can you honest to god tell me you see nothing wrong with this? Can you
really tell me our age gap is not an inconvenience?” Hajime challenged, hoping
Oikawa would see the big issue here.
But of course, he feigned innocence instead. “Why would it be an
inconvenience?”
Hajime could feel a vein in his forehead throb and his eye twitch. “It’s
probably illegal.”
“No, it’s not. I checked, Iwa-chan, I’m the legal age of sexual consent.”
Oikawa announced, seemingly proud of himself. As if that would make his coach
feel any less conflicted.
“You think you solved everything don’t you? I’m sure your parents will fucking
love that lame-ass excuse. I’m sure the school board won’t fire and report my
ass because you’re of age.”
Oikawa replaced his grip on Hajime’s hand so he could hold onto it properly.
“People who don’t understand don’t need to know about it.”
“Listen, Oikawa…”
“No, you listen, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa interrupted. “None of that technical stuff
you’re trying to use as an excuse matters to me. What matters is what you and I
feel.”
“You can’t just assume you know how I feel.” Hajime looked away.
“Drunk or not, I don’t think you would’ve done what you did with me with any
other of my teammates. Besides, you’ve used some harsh words, but haven’t you
noticed you haven’t said you don’t like me even once? You haven’t even rejected
me. You’re just saying you think it’s wrong.” Oikawa had that know-it-all
expression in his face. It pissed Hajime off.
However right Oikawa might be, it wasn’t like Hajime could just ignore their
situation like Oikawa was suggesting. No matter what Oikawa claimed or how
convinced he tried to sound, to Hajime, it would always feel like he was taking
advantage of the setter somehow. Like Oikawa didn’t really know what he was
getting himself into, and it would be irresponsible of Hajime to just let it
happen.
 “I’m saying it’s wrong because you don’t seem to get it. I’m looking out for
you, dumbass.” Hajime frowned.
“Iwa-chan cares about me!” Oikawa beamed.
“That’s not the point!” Hajime glared.
Oikawa intertwined his fingers with Hajime’s, and he noticed in spite of the
fact that Oikawa seemed to be relaxed and in control, his hands were sweaty.
Hajime traced his fingers against Oikawa’s hand soothingly, hoping to calm him
down somehow. “That is the point, though. Because I know Iwa-chan would never
hurt me.”
Even though Hajime had thought of a dozen different ways he could smack Oikawa
for being annoying, it was true that he’d never hurt him. Not seriously, and
not in that way. He would never turn Oikawa into a plaything or anything of the
sort. He could never treat him as anything other than his equal if it came to a
relationship. This much he knew. This much Hajime was sure of. And yet…
Hajime looked at their linked hands. “Do you even know what you’re saying?”
“I like you, Iwa-chan!”
Hajime’s head snapped up and he just stared at Oikawa, bright smile and flushed
cheeks, incredulously. Not because he didn’t believe the setter might actually
like him, but because he didn’t think a confession would come out of his mouth,
and right now of all times. “What?” Hajime asked stupidly.
Oikawa looked a bit surprised, but seemed happy to repeat himself. “I really,
really like you!”
“Stop saying that!” Hajime looked away embarrassed.
“But you asked—”
“I know what I said, but stop saying it!”
“…is Iwa-chan embarrassed?” Hajime could hear the mischief in Oikawa’s voice,
even though he wasn’t looking at him directly.
“Shut up.”
“I liiiiiiiiiiiiiiike yoooouuuuu” Oikawa sang.
Hajime’s head snapped back to look at Oikawa. “SHUT. U—” And he was interrupted
by soft lips on his own.
The kiss was soft, fleeting, barely there. But it was enough to have Hajime’s
heart beating like crazy inside his chest, and one look at Oikawa told him he
was feeling the same way. His cheeks even more red than before, his gaze being
averted shyly.
Hajime was in too deep and done for, wasn’t he?
Slowly, Hajime wrapped his arms around Oikawa’s waist and pulled him as close
as it was possible in a tight embrace. He could feel Oikawa sucked in a sharp
breath and freeze momentarily, before he relaxed in Hajime’s arms. Hajime
brought a hand up to Oikawa’s hair, intertwining his fingers into the soft
locks, and burying his nose into Oikawa’s hair as well to breathe in his scent.
He smelled faintly of lavender, but also something else. Something the coach
couldn’t pin-point; a scent that was probably unique to Oikawa. He felt
Oikawa’s fingers hesitantly pull on his shirt and the setter rest his forehead
on Hajime’s shoulder. It was nice, Oikawa fit perfectly in his arms for Hajime
to keep him there safely. He could feel Oikawa’s heart beating against his
chest… or was that his own? It was hard to tell, they were too close together,
and their hearts were probably both beating just as erratically.
Hajime didn’t know how long they stayed there, embracing each other, feeling
each other’s warmth, breathing each other in. He just knew he didn’t want to
let go. He just knew that on that very moment, everything felt right.
They pulled away eventually, only for Hajime to rest his forehead against
Oikawa’s. The setter’s breath on his face made Hajime smile, since he was
breathing so hard and so fast. It was nice to see Hajime hadn’t been the one
most affected by their close contact.
At that moment Hajime realized three things. One, he cared for Oikawa more than
he originally intended to. Two, the way Oikawa felt about him was something
that made him happy. And three, the most dangerous one, no matter how hard he
tried, Hajime would not be able to leave the setter alone.
This conversation had surely not gone the way he thought it would. How the hell
had everything turned out this way?
 
 
 
 
 
***** Sin *****
Chapter Summary
     Hajime gets an invitation and Oikawa's mother is unintentionally the
     cause of Hajime's distress.
Chapter Notes
     This chapter was supposed to be longer, but since it's already 5.4k
     words long, I thought it was wise to split it in two for the sake of
     a faster update.
     Anyway, I have no idea how long after the Spring High are Nationals
     supposed to start, so I just made up my own time-line. Nationals will
     start a month after Spring High, and this chapter takes place
     immediately after the last chapter and before that month is up.
     Also, I decided to make Kindaichi a friend of Iwaizumi’s with his
     same age. No, he will not be a love interest or anything of the sort,
     just a friend.
     Lastly, excuse my grammar and please point out any mistakes. I try to
     revise the chapters after I'm done but I can only read one chapter so
     many times before it starts annoying me. ^^'
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
 
 
 
Everything felt so unreal to Tooru at the moment. So many good things had
happened, and he was having a bit of a hard time trying to keep up with the
pace his life was running in. But no matter how overwhelming and fast-paced
things had been lately, the fact of the matter was, right then Tooru could
barely contain in his joy. It all had to do with the fact that he found out
having someone who you were head-over-heels for acknowledge how you felt about
them, was probably one of the best feelings in the world.
He used to think relationships were kind of a bit overrated. Sure, it was nice
to spend time with someone you liked and doing fun stuff together, but he had
never understood why most people his age were so obsessed with getting
girlfriends and boyfriends. Even though he had always been popular and liked
it, flirting with those who approached him was something he did so their
reactions would boost his ego, instead of something he did out of any real
interest for them. He now knew his skepticism had been due to the fact that
he’d never had a real crush on someone before, because he was certain he had
never felt as attracted to anyone as he was to his coach.
Now, he could understand why some girls went ‘kya!’ after he accepted their
gifts with a smile, or why some boys always invited him on group dates to get
more girls to come. When you really wanted to catch someone’s attention you’d
do whatever you could to get it, and it was tremendously rewarding to finally
have that person’s eyes on you. ‘Kya!’ seemed to be a perfectly reasonable
reaction when words failed you (Not that Tooru would ever actually react that
way if he could help it; he had his pride and a reputation to maintain).
He looked out the window of the passenger seat of Iwa-chan’s car with a smile
as he pondered all of this. It was already late evening and Iwa-chan was
driving Tooru back home, one hand on the steering wheel while the other one was
holding onto Tooru’s own and resting between the two. They hadn’t said much
after pulling apart at the park, but he didn’t think it was necessary to say
anything just yet. There weren’t that many ways you could interpret someone
hugging you tightly and smiling at you after you confessed to them.
Tooru had been a little (a lot) self-conscious about blurting out how he felt
about Iwa-chan like that, but seeing his coach’s reaction had been totally
worth it. Iwa-chan’s embarrassed expression was probably Tooru’s favorite.
Well… second favorite to his expression when they… yeah.
Damn it, he just had to think about that, didn’t he? Tooru immediately got
self-conscious since somehow it felt like his thoughts weren’t so private in
situations like this. He still hoped Iwa-chan couldn’t tell he was blushing up
to the tip of his ears because he was thinking of his coach jerking off on top
of him, and hoping he could get to enjoy that sight again sometime soon. They
could, right? With the way things were like right now they could try having
sex? Perhaps go even further this time? The thought was as tempting as it was
nerve-wrecking, but Tooru was pretty sure the temptation would win over the
nerves. In certain situations he tended to just go for it no matter how nervous
he might be.
Iwa-chan squeezed his hand and Tooru allowed himself to meet his gaze; they had
already arrived at Tooru’s home. There was a question in Iwa-chan’s eyes, as if
he was wondering what the setter was thinking, but Tooru had to be stealthy
about his inquires. He couldn’t just ask his coach outright if they could have
sex, so he had to be a bit evasive about it. This wasn’t an inconvenience for
him, he knew he was smooth.
“Iwa-chan, what does this mean?” Tooru dared ask with a smile. See? Real
smooth.
Iwa-chan broke eye contact to look at Tooru’s house and then back to him before
replying. “It means you’re home.”
Tooru’s smile immediately fell out of his face. “Mean, Iwa-chan! You know what
I meant!” He whined. He had put effort into that one, damn it!
Iwa-chan burst out laughing, and Tooru could swear time stopped, just for a
second, because of how beautiful that sight was. He remembered the first time
he saw Iwa-chan in the Aoba Johsai gymnasium, and wondering if he smiled;
wondering if that frown in his face was there by default. He remembered seeing
Iwa-chan laughing, actually laughing, for the first time a few days ago on the
bus after the Spring High finals. Time had stopped back then as well, because
that laugh was not something Tooru could just get used to.
“Stop with that face.” Iwa-chan flicked him on the forehead and forced a glare
into his face before looking away. Were his cheeks red?
Tooru pouted and rubbed at his forehead in the spot Iwa-chan had just flicked,
and he kind of wanted to push at Iwa-chan’s buttons to see him blush clearly,
but the way he had evaded Tooru’s question was nagging at him. So he pulled
Iwa-chan’s hand that he was still holding, onto his lap between both of his. He
didn’t want his coach to be having second thoughts now.
“Iwa-chan?”
Iwa-chan took a deep breath and just averted his eyes towards their linked
hands while he muttered. “I don’t really know.”
Tooru could feel his palms begin to sweat and his pulse quicken at Iwa-chan’s
insecurity, because it was like he could change his mind any moment. Like
nothing was certain. And sure, he would fight tooth and nail for Iwa-chan, now
more than ever, but it was still scary to think he could lose him. The coach
seemed to sense his distress because he started to trace circles in the back of
Tooru’s hand with his thumb, a gesture he had done at the park as well. It was
indeed soothing.
“I do know I can’t leave you alone, though.” Iwa-chan added.
That snapped Tooru out of his reverie, and he blinked a couple of times as if
to make sure this was really happening and he wasn’t just imagining things or
dreaming.
Iwa-chan continued, not meeting Tooru’s gaze and simply looking at their hands.
“I know I should. I should leave you alone, but I can’t.” There was silence
after Iwa-chan said that, but Tooru refused to break it, willing Iwa-chan’s
words to linger in the air for a little bit longer. “You’ll probably kill
yourself from overwork like the dumbass you are if I’m not there to keep an eye
on you.” Iwa-chan added as an after-thought, perhaps trying to lighten the mood
but not realizing that comment in reality made him sound like a total tsundere.
Tooru finally heaved a sigh of relief allowing himself to grin as well, and had
to suppress the urge to let out any embarrassing sounds in the process. That
thing he said about never reacting with a ‘kya!’? Yeah, it was harder than it
seemed.
“Hehe, o-kay!” Tooru said at last, still smiling widely.
While he still hadn’t gotten a clear and concrete reply about what their
relationship was, what Iwa-chan said was enough. The reassurance that he
wouldn’t run away was all Tooru needed at the moment. That and riling him up a
bit, so Tooru leaned in closer to Iwa-chan for a kiss.
Iwa-chan’s response was almost immediate, as expected. He put his hand in
Tooru’s face and pushed him away, glaring daggers at him.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Iwa-chan demanded.
“Don’t I get a kiss?” Tooru pouted, feigning sadness. Iwa-chan, of course,
wasn’t fooled.
“The hell you do! Your parents are inside!” He argued.
“They’re not going to see us. Come on! Just one kiss.” He leaned in again, only
to be pushed away one more time.
“No!” Iwa-chan fumed.
“Pretty please?” Tooru batted his eyelashes.
“Oikawa, I swear to fuck, I will punch you.” He threatened.
And right on that moment, the light to Oikawa’s driveway was lit on, causing
the setter to jump backwards on his seat and exclaim. “Oops.”
He immediately got out of the car so he could reveal himself before his parents
decided to call the police to report a suspicious car in front of their house
or something.
When they both came out the front door, Tooru nervously joked “Don’t shoot,
it’s me.”
“Tooru?” His mother asked, both relieved and confused at the same time.
“Yes, it’s me.” He gave them an apologetic smile.
“Sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. and Mrs. Oikawa. Practice ran a bit late
today so I brought him home. I’m Iwaizumi Hajime, your son’s coach. Nice to
meet you.” Iwa-chan spoke from behind Tooru, bowing a little as he addressed
his parents.
“Ooh! So you’re the one Tooru-chan keeps babbling on about! I’m his papa, nice
to meet you too.” His father beamed, and Tooru groaned because ‘Papa’? Really?
And he didn’t talk all that much about Iwa-chan! Just the normal amount a
normal teenager talked about his normal coach.
 “Dad!” Tooru complained.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Iwaizumi-san. Thank you for taking care of our
son.” Tooru’s mother interjected.
“I feel like I know you already with how much Tooru-chan talks about you.” His
father added.
“Does he?” Was that nervousness in Iwa-chan’s tone of voice? Or amusement?
Perhaps both?
“He really looks up to you, Iwaizumi-san. And it’s no idle praise considering
you’re already taking him to Nationals.” His mother acknowledged. Tooru was
just a tiny little bit embarrassed.
“I’m honored. But I didn’t really do much more than he did. It’s your son’s own
efforts taking him to Nationals.” Iwa-chan replied politely, and Tooru was so
happy he could cry.
“See mom? Iwa-chan thinks I’m awesome too!”
“Don’t let it get to your head.”
“Don’t let it get to your head.”
Both his mom and Iwa-chan responded at the same time, and when they looked at
each other after talking simultaneously, Tooru’s mother smiled while Iwa-chan
stretched his neck in embarrassment. It was kind of comical and cute.
“Would you like to come in for tea or something?” His mother offered.
“Thank you for the invitation, but I’m going to have to pass. It’s getting late
and I still have a few errands to run.” Iwa-chan excused himself.
“Oh, well, maybe next time.” Tooru’s mother suggested with a smile.
“Sure.” Iwa-chan agreed. Tooru couldn’t help but notice he was being overly
polite.
They bid each other farewell and as Tooru and his parents were walking back
into the house, his father exclaimed. “Feel free to drop by anytime, Iwa-chan!”
Horror crawled up Tooru’s spine at the use of the nickname. “No! Dad! Only I
get to call him that!”
“Shut up you two!” His mother reprimanded them both.
Tooru straightened up and didn’t say anything else; his mother could be scary
when she got angry. Dropping the subject of Iwa-chan’s nickname for the moment,
he turned around to see his coach standing there in confusion, and he took
advantage of the fact that his parents walked into the house before him to blow
a kiss and wink at Iwa-chan. The look he got in his face in response to Tooru’s
gesture said he was more than tempted to throw a shoe at Tooru’s face, and not
sure if Iwa-chan would dare to do it with both of his parents present, Tooru
hurried inside after them. It was better to be safe than sorry.
Finally in the house, the first thing Tooru did was confront his father about
the way he acted in front of Iwa-chan.
“Dad! Why do you always do that in front of my friends?” He pouted.
“You do that every time you meet one of my friends too, so.” His father simply
shrugged.
And Tooru couldn’t argue against that because well, he did. “Fair enough. But
don’t call him Iwa-chan; it’s weird.”
His father smirked. “O-kay!”
“You shouldn’t call him that either, Tooru. He’s you superior.” His mother
scolded.
Tooru just scratched the back of his neck and stuck out his tongue sheepishly,
unable to compromise on that one. His mother sighed knowingly.
“Want me to heat up dinner for you?” His father offered, and Tooru nodded
enthusiastically in reply, realizing how hungry he was.
It felt like this had been a long day, but at the end of it, it had been a
productive one in more ways than one. Especially when it came to his
relationship with Iwa-chan. Tooru savored his dinner happily thinking of
promises to not leave his side.
Thinking that from now on, Iwa-chan and him would be together.
 
--
 
Meeting Oikawa’s parents was definitely nowhere near Hajime’s plans for the
day. As amusing as it had been to exchange a few words with Oikawa’s father,
whose personality Oikawa inherited no doubt, it had been quite a stressful
situation. They were nice people, Oikawa’s mother more level-headed than his
father and the latter more of a jokester, but that wasn’t the issue. The issue
was that a few nights ago Hajime had been sucking off their son and jacking off
on top of him, something he had to push to the back of his mind so he wouldn’t
die of shame in front of Oikawa’s parents’ smiling faces.
Thank you for taking care of our son, Mrs. Oikawa had said. Yeah, he had been
taking really good care of him alright.
Hajime groaned after he parked his car in his apartment’s complex parking lot,
and head-butted the steering wheel in frustration. Several times.
God, he was so fucked; completely, utterly and royally fucked. He was driving
at full-speed on the highway to hell, and despite this knowledge, he had no
intention of slowing down, let alone turning back.
It was like he was coming to terms with the fact that he was a piece of shit.
A loud tune snapped him out of his self-despising party, and Hajime reached out
for his phone, glaring at the damn thing as if it had personally offended him
but not paying attention to who was calling, and answering with an annoyed
“What?!”
“Good evening to you too.” That was the voice of one of his close friends from
college, Mizoguchi.
“…sorry.” Hajime apologized reluctantly.
“Rough day, huh?” His friend asked.
Hajime let out a deep breath. “You have no idea.”
“Well, why don’t you tell us all about it over drinks this Saturday? It’s been
a while since we met up.”
Even if they could meet up, this wasn’t something Hajime could just blurt out
to his friends, no matter how close they were. Even if they probably were the
only people who could keep his secret (and try to talk him out of it, he was
sure), his relationship with Oikawa wasn’t something Hajime was comfortable
talking about with anyone. This was something he wanted to keep between the
setter and himself.
“I don’t know if I can, I’m pretty busy right now.” Hajime replied, finally
grabbing his things and getting out of his car to walk up to his apartment.
“I bet you are, going to Nationals again and all. You’re on a roll! But that’s
all the more reason to celebrate! Come on, you don’t have practice on Sunday,
and Kindaichi’s been so stressed with work he needs a night out.”
Hajime opened the door to his apartment as he considered this. He really wasn’t
in the mood to get drunk, considering the last time he did he made a huge
fucking mess. But it might be distracting, relaxing even, to spend some time
with his friends and catch up. He just had to make sure to go easy on the
booze.
“What place do you have in mind?” He asked.
“That sushi bar & grill spot Kindaichi’s so fond of.” Mizoguchi informed.
Hajime put his keys in the key hanger and ran a hand through his hair. Oh what
the hell, “Fine, I’ll go.” He finally gave in.
“Good! See you this Saturday at seven, then.”
“Alright, see you then.” Hajime hung up.
A night out with the guys sounded like it could help bring back some sense of
normalcy to Hajime’s life; one that was lacking ever since things had gotten
out of hand with Oikawa Tooru.
 
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“Izumi?” Hajime asked, putting the ball in play so Oikawa would set it.
“A-quick, left side, not too far from the net” Oikawa replied as he tossed the
ball how he said he would.
“Matsukawa?” Hajime asked next, tossing Oikawa the next ball.
Oikawa smiled as he set it. “The higher, the better.”
Hajime nodded his assent to Oikawa’s assessment to which toss would be the best
to set to each player in a pinch. He was really pleased with the setter’s calls
in each and every scenario Hajime had provided. Oikawa really had a good eye to
judge certain situations, and was quick to choose what the best course of
action in every case was. He paid close attention to his teammates, and made
sure to know their strengths and weaknesses, all in the hopes of drawing out
their full potential and helping them get to the next level. He wasn’t only
setting tosses that would be comfortable to spike for each individual player
anymore, he was actually setting balls that would make his teammates hit them
with everything they had. He had come a long way ever since Hajime headbutted
some sense into him.
“Good. That’s it for today. Now stretch.” Hajime ordered Oikawa, and started to
pick up the stray balls they had used.
Everyone was looking in top form for the upcoming Nationals, and Hajime had to
recognize how much Oikawa had contributed to that atmosphere around the team.
How well he took on the responsibility to conduct the entire team was quite
admirable, if Hajime said so himself.
Oikawa finished stretching, and they both managed to tidy up the gym. It was a
pain with just the two of them, since Matsukawa and Hanamaki always found an
excuse to leave earlier nowadays, the brats, but they handled it anyway.
It was nice, being alone with Oikawa, even if just for a little while. Hajime
didn’t have to pretend his eyes didn’t linger more than necessary and they
didn’t have to pretend they weren’t flirting. It wasn’t a lot, but it was
enough.
“Iwa-chan, ready to go?” Oikawa’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
Hajime had been waiting for him in the club room so he could drive Oikawa home;
it had been a sort of arrangement they had agreed upon without really
discussing it. Or at least it felt like it since it was the second day in a row
where Oikawa got into the shower while Hajime helped arrange his stuff so he
could drive him home as soon as he was done. It made things easier, simpler. It
was almost like they could have a normal relationship. Almost.
“Sure.” Hajime responded, opening Oikawa’s bag that he had been holding so the
setter could put his dirty clothes in.
It was impossible not to notice how Oikawa hadn’t really bothered to try and
get his hair dry, since his towel was hanging loosely from his head but his
hair was still dripping wet. It wasn’t difficult to figure out why.
“Honestly, Oikawa?” Hajime questioned, one eyebrow raised.
Oikawa just grinned widely, a water droplet falling from his hair onto his
face. Hajime sighed.
“Such a pain.” Hajime complained without any real protest as he put his hands
in Oikawa’s towel and began to dry his hair for him.
The day before, Oikawa had been taking his sweet ass time to get his shit
together, and so Hajime had ruffled his hair with his towel in annoyance, but
all he accomplished was making Oikawa beg and whine for Hajime to dry his hair
for him. He agreed if it would get to shut him up, but Hajime had to admit it
wasn’t a real pain like he’d have Oikawa believe. This was something he could
get used to, and by the looks of it, so could Oikawa.
It was just one of the gestures that could allow them to be close, without
making Hajime feel like he was doing anything wrong. The coach was likely
finding comfort in small things like that. The feel of Oikawa’s breath on his
face, the way his head moved ever so slightly with Hajime’s actions, the scent
of lavender emanating from the setter, every little thing was endearing in its
own way. Things that made Hajime want to do this more.
He leaned in to inhale that addicting scent, just a little bit, only to be met
by Oikawa’s lips on his; Oikawa’s moist and very, very soft lips. This wasn’t
something that happened often. Hajime had wanted to draw a line and take things
slowly, go easy on the physical aspect of their relationship. But the feeling
of Oikawa’s lips on his was so good, so addicting, that it was impossible for
Hajime not to kiss back and revel on it. Their lips moved together slowly,
almost tentatively, as if it was the first time they were doing this.
Hajime pulled back and Oikawa tried to follow him, but he adjusted his grip
from Oikawa’s head to his shoulders to keep him at bay. The setter made a sound
of complain with the back of his throat.
Hajime tried to glare, he really did, but seeing Oikawa’s excited gaze, those
eyes that definitely wanted more, well, it was difficult to say the least.
“Don’t get carried away.” He still reprimanded.
Oikawa licked his lips, and before Hajime could tell himself not to get
distracted by the motion, the setter’s fingers grabbed the front of the coach’s
shirt and yanked him forward, hard, crashing their lips together once more. It
wasn’t that Hajime couldn’t have held his ground, he could’ve, but he had been
caught off guard. And this time, Oikawa moved quickly, opening his mouth almost
immediately after their lips touched and flicking his tongue between Hajime’s
parted lips. The tentativeness of their previous kiss was completely gone,
leaving way for a passionate exchange this time.
Well, fuck.
Hajime tossed the towel away, and held Oikawa’s face between his hands, tilting
Oikawa’s head to the side so he could deepen their kiss. He felt Oikawa take in
a sharp breath when Hajime caught Oikawa’s tongue between his lips and sucked
on it, just a little bit, before releasing it and pushing his tongue against
Oikawa’s instead. It felt so good. So, so good. He swallowed the excess of
saliva and caught Oikawa’s bottom lip with his teeth, pulling back until it
fell back into place.
“Iwa-chan.” Oikawa whispered before seeking to claim Hajime’s lips once more.
Part of Hajime thought he had to stop this; knew that he had to. Hajime had
wanted to avoid this sort of thing for the time being, but it was not easy to
keep his thoughts in order when Oikawa’s lips slid so deliciously against his
own. The rules he had imposed to himself seemed pretty pointless when kissing
Oikawa felt not only good but also so right.
Oikawa wrapped his arms around Hajime’s neck and licked at Hajime’s bottom lip.
From side to side, left to right and back again, and Hajime let him, a small
smirk playing on his lips. Hajime’s hands dropped to grip at Oikawa’s hips and
pulled him closer to his body, the motion making Oikawa gasp. Hajime could
immediately feel why, as Oikawa’s erection pressed against his thigh. It seemed
like Oikawa was really sensitive and so easily excitable. Everything must’ve
been feeling so new to him; Hajime was almost jealous. Wanting to spur Oikawa
on, Hajime gripped Oikawa’s hips tightly and rubbed his thigh against the
setter’s hard on. Once, twice, three times; slowly and teasingly. Oikawa mewled
against Hajime’s lips, closing his eyes and throwing his head back; Hajime
could see how a shiver coursed through Oikawa’s body.
So sensitive. So beautiful. So perfect. It was Oikawa’s excitement that
awakened Hajime’s own arousal.
Hajime moved one of his hands from Oikawa’s hip to his ass and sealed Oikawa’s
mouth with his once again to swallow his whimpers. Oikawa’s ass was very firm
and very defined; Hajime kneaded and squeezed at it, pressing his fingers to
the crack through the fabric of Oikawa’s pants to tease him, to feel him.
Oikawa undulated his hips over and over again and Hajime broke the kiss to
allow himself to unabashedly stare at the movement.
Oikawa’s lips looked swollen, his hair was a mess, he was panting heavily, his
cheeks were completely red, his eyelids half-lidded; the sight alone was just
as arousing as the feeling of Oikawa’s thigh lightly caressing Hajime’s crotch
as the setter rubbed himself against his coach’s leg in search for friction.
Hajime couldn’t remember the last time he got off just by frotting himself
against someone else while both were fully clothed, but at the moment it didn’t
feel like an impossibility.
Hajime pressed his forehead against Oikawa’s a smirked. “You like that, huh?”
Oikawa only whimpered and nodded his head in reply, as if he was incapable of
forming even a proper ‘yes’ at the moment. The setter’s gaze was unfocused, his
breathing erratic. Hajime wondered how much longer he would last, but by the
looks of it, not that long.
Hajime moved the hand that was still holding at Oikawa’s hip, pushing it under
the waistband of the setter’s pants and underwear to take a proper hold of his
cock. He was leaking so much precum already, the physical evidence of how
turned on he was and how much he was enjoying this. It was truly fascinating
that he could affect Oikawa so much by doing so little.
Hajime rubbed the head of Oikawa’s cock softly with his thumb to spread the
precum and slide his hand more easily. This caused the setter let out the
loudest moan yet, arching his back into the touch and gripping Hajime’s shirt
tightly with his fingers. Oikawa bit on his lips as if to hold back the sounds
that were escaping his mouth, but it was a wasted effort.
Hajime began to stroke Oikawa rhythmically; not too fast, not too slow, more
teasing than anything. He paid close attention to Oikawa’s every reaction;
every intake of breath, every movement of his hips, every shiver. He didn’t
want to miss a thing until he took Oikawa to completion.
“I’ll take care of you.” Hajime whispered in Oikawa’s ear.
But as it turned out, Hajime couldn’t have found anything worse to say on that
moment. It was faint, only background noise to everything that was going on,
but it was soon enough the only thing he could hear and it was all that was
needed for Hajime to get fucking blue-balled. Because Oikawa’s mother saying
Thank you for taking care of our son while Hajime jacked her son off was
probably the fastest way to kill his libido, and it was the one thing he heard
after he whispered those words in Oikawa’s ear.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
At least Oikawa had managed to finish, if the warm stickiness in Hajime’s hand
was anything to go by. The coach couldn’t bring himself to lament the fact that
he didn’t even get to enjoy the moment Oikawa came, since the shame he was
feeling was too strong to overshadow any other feeling at the moment.
Hajime avoided Oikawa’s eyes as he removed his hand from the setter’s pants and
rubbed at his temple with his other hand. He took a deep breath and tried to
swallow the lump of frustration in his throat, to no avail. Hajime then bent
down to pick Oikawa’s towel up from the floor where he had discarded it earlier
and cleaned his hand with it.
“Iwa-chan?” Oikawa asked, apparently having come back from his high.
“Go clean yourself up. I hope you got some spares, yeah?” Hajime said.
Oikawa didn’t respond, so Hajime continued.
“I’ll take this towel home and wash it for you so it won’t be a problem.” He
offered.
Oikawa still didn’t say anything, so Hajime finally met his gaze.
“What?” Hajime asked, feigning ignorance.
Oikawa bit his lip and frowned. “You… didn’t…” He trailed off.
The reason he hadn’t, Hajime didn’t feel like he could share with Oikawa. It
would be awkward as hell and fucking embarrassing; this was something Hajime
had to deal with on his own. But still, he didn’t want to assume a cold
attitude towards Oikawa right after an orgasm. It wasn’t Oikawa’s fault and he
deserved better than that; Hajime wanted to give him better.
He caressed Oikawa’s cheek and pecked his nose. “Don’t worry about it.”
Oikawa pouted, seemingly unconvinced. So Hajime tilted his head to the side and
pressed a soft kiss to Oikawa’s lips, lingering, just for a bit, before pulling
away; his hand still caressing Oikawa’s cheek.
Oikawa hummed, leaning his face into Hajime’s touch and after a few seconds his
eyes widened and he asked. “Is that the hand you had in my…?”
It wasn’t. Hajime decided to tease Oikawa anyway.
“Not the first time you get cum in your face, so what’s it matter?”
Oikawa flushed instantly and slapped Hajime’s hand away, covering his face with
his own hands in embarrassment. “Iwa-chan!!” He whined.
Hajime burst out laughing. Oikawa could brag and put up a front all he wanted,
but at the end of the day, he was someone who couldn’t even say the word ‘cock’
out loud, and got embarrassed rather easily. It was actually pretty fucking
cute.
Wrapping his arms around Oikawa’s waist, Hajime spoke against his hair. “You
were rubbing your cock against me just a few moments ago, and now you get all
shy?” Okay, maybe he was getting a little carried away with the teasing.
Oikawa threw his fists up in the air. “You don’t have to say that out loud!”
Hajime laughed again and pulled Oikawa into a hug, deciding that was enough.
Oikawa hid his face in Hajime’s neck and pulled at his shirt with a huff.
“Sorry, sorry.” Hajime apologized.
“You’re not!” Oikawa grumbled.
He wasn’t, but he didn’t feel like admitting it anyway.
Hajime didn’t linger for long in their embrace, figuring Oikawa must be
starting to feel a bit gross, so he pulled back after pressing a kiss to the
setter’s temple. Once he did that, he noticed Oikawa had gone from flustered to
mischievous as he covered his mouth with his hands in a faux worried
expression. Hajime frowned.
“Has Iwa-chan gotten erectile dysfunction with age? So tragic!”
Hajime saw red. Had he really thought any amount of teasing would be enough for
Oikawa?
“As if, you asshole!” Hajime caught Oikawa in a headlock and proceeded to drag
him out of the club room.
“Ow, ow, ow! Iwa-chan, that hurts!” Oikawa complained.
“Get yourself cleaned up, you reek of cum!” Hajime pushed Oikawa out towards
the gym’s showers and slammed the club room’s door behind him.
“Iwa-chan’s a brute!” Oikawa called out from the other side of the door.
“Yeah, yeah, we’ve made that clear already.” Hajime called back.
Sitting heavily on the club room’s bench, Hajime took a deep breath and
exhaled. He reached into Oikawa’s bag and pulled the small bottle of hand
sanitizer to clean up his hands thoroughly, more to distract himself than out
of any real worry that his hands were dirty.
After rubbing his hands against each other, Hajime leaned forward to rest his
elbows on his knees and interlocked his fingers together, trying not to think
of Oikawa’s mother’s voice and thinking of nothing else. Hajime could have the
purest intentions and most genuine feelings for Oikawa, and he was pretty sure
even then it wouldn’t really matter to his mother. If she ever were to find out
about them, in her eyes Hajime would always be the adult coach who took
advantage of her young son. Nothing more, nothing less. This fact bothered him
greatly, and Hajime wasn’t sure he understood why.
Suddenly, his friend’s invitation for drinks sounded like a pretty damn good
idea.
 
 
 
 
 
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