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  Rating:
      Explicit
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  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Kuroo_Tetsurou/Oikawa_Tooru/Yamaguchi_Tadashi, Kuroo_Tetsurou/Oikawa
      Tooru, Tsukishima_Kei/Yamaguchi_Tadashi, Yamaguchi_Tadashi/Everyone
  Character:
      Yamaguchi_Tadashi
  Additional Tags:
      3p, Threesome, a_lotta_sex, Underage_-_Freeform, Forgive_Me, Fluff, Plot
      What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, this_is_a_tsukkiyama_fic
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      Published: 2017-07-03 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 12686
****** Insane ******
by Anonymous
Summary
     our two favorite captains tempt lil' heart-broken baby yamaguchi for
     some sexy time. (i swear this is very serious)
Notes
     written 2 years ago
     my second porn. i shouldn't have even written the first one.
     why am i alive i am disgusting
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The first thing Yamaguchi noticed about Oikawa was his serve. Oikawa could tell
from a glance that Tsukishima Kei is a lazy receiver, so he, the little shit
that he is, purposely aimed his killer serves right at him. Undeniably, it
pissed Yamaguchi more than it should. How dare he did that to his – scratch
that – Tsukki! Just the mention of his name was enough to rankle him.
Although there was always this thought swimming inside his mind about not being
able to catch up and being out of reach. No matter how insufferable Oikawa is
or ever was, he is, most definitely, an admirable player. Not only that he’s an
unquestionably dependable captain, he is also good at everything else. He’s the
best game maker there is. Yamaguchi on the other hand, well, if it weren’t for
his so-called-serve, he wouldn’t be able to stand on the same court as Tsukki –
or Oikawa, in that matter. Even if everyone else told him that he still has a
lot of room to grow, but looking back at his friends; Hinata, Kageyama, and
even Tsukishima, all those encouragements serve only to make his already
fragile heart shrinks further.
He knew he isn’t good enough. He knew there is still a lot of things he needs
to improve, of course, starting from his serve. He knew there is no way he
could ever catch up to Oikawa Tooru. Even in his head, the thought still
sounded a little funny.
So when the Grand King offered him his hand from across the net, he was left
speechless, staring at those pair of brown, round eyes.
Oikawa had smiled at him, with his hand still dangling awkwardly in the air. It
took Yamaguchi a while to finally snap out of his daze and accepted Oikawa’s
hand.
“You had us worried for a while there,” Oikawa started when he felt Yamaguchi’s
hand tensed around his. “Good job, Yamaguchi.” There was a strain in his voice
that Yamaguchi couldn’t help but hear.
“Th – Thank you.” He stuttered. He didn’t know why he was nervous, but his hand
was warm, and there was a spark making its way to the center of his stomach.
It was really, just a formal and simple gesture.
But the contact made his stomach flip a little.
As he walked outside of the court, he couldn’t help but feel Kageyama and
Hinata’s eyes following him quietly. He joined Tsukishima right afterward,
trying to hide his figure behind his friend’s height. Soon enough, most of his
team disappeared behind a corner, but he could still hear the screams and
cheers. He couldn’t help but marvel at their large amount of energy.
Tsukishima was next to him, walking at a slower pace as if he was trying to
peel himself away from the obnoxiously loud group of people.
After years of being friends, the silence had grown comfortable for them.
Tsukishima shifted, and Yamaguchi felt a hand on the back of his head; gently
moving up and down, tousling his hair.
“Good work. Out there.” Tsukishima said meekly, turning his face a bit to the
right.
Yamaguchi flushed a deep shade of red and bowed his head slightly to hide his
face. But before he was able to come out with a reply, Tsukishima retracted his
hand back and walked a little faster than him.
Yamaguchi grinned wryly. Oh well. Even the smallest affection from Tsukishima
is enough for him. After all, he knew, more than anyone, that no matter how
cold his friend is, he still cares about him.
Or so he thought.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
“Wh – Why are you here, Oikawa-san?” Yamaguchi asks with trembling voice.
“Hmm?” Oikawa raises a brow at him, his smile wide and suggestive. “What, I
can’t see my favorite team battling it off at the Nationals?”
“Fa – Favorite team?”  Yamaguchi backs away, his back flat to the wall behind
him.
Another guy with a dark, chaotic hair laughs. “You’re scaring him, Oikawa,”
Oikawa glances sideway at Kuroo, his smile disappears from his face. “Right. I
want to see Tobio-chan loses.”
“The – Then,” Yamaguchi hesitates. Then why are you here? Shouldn’t you be off
somewhere, pestering Kageyama instead?!
Yamaguchi slides down the wall, attempting to make his figure small, still a
doubting look in his eyes. Kuroo and Oikawa are looming in front of him,
cornering him into a wall at the deserted part of the stadium. He doesn’t know
why, but he’s scared. Tsukishima is not there with him; in fact he hasn’t seen
him ever since they first arrived at the stadium in Tokyo.
“When is your first game?” Kuroo asks after he’s done staring and grinning at
him. What a freak.
“It’s… It’s actually tomorrow but Daichi-san said we need to observe the place
and watch the first few games in order for us not to get nervous once we
finally get into the court.” Yamaguchi says in one breath, nervousness clear in
his tone.
“So you still have a day off, then?” Oikawa tilts his head and leans closer.
“I can take you on a tour around the city if you want,” Kuroo offers, wriggling
his eyebrows.
Yamaguchi stares at him with wide eyes, puzzled look on his face. Oikawa, on
another case, whips his head to face Kuroo, irritation washed over his
expression. “That’s not fair,” He broods. “That’s not what we agreed on,
Kuroo.”
Kuroo flashes the brunette a playful sneer. “I know, I know, I’m just kidding,”
In amidst of all this, Yamaguchi secretly hopes Tsukishima would walk through
them and helps him out. He’s getting restless by the passing seconds, and
particularly because Kuroo and Oikawa keep on exchanging weird smiles right in
front of his face.  “What… you agreed on?”
Kuroo’s expression darkens at Yamaguchi’s question. “I’m glad you asked,” He
sings. His voice sends a chill down Yamaguchi’s spine. He swallows.
“Do you know who he is, Yama-chan?” Oikawa questions, his usual dazzling smile
pops back on his face. He points his thumb at the guy next to him, who tips his
chin almost immediately, trying to look smug.
Yamaguchi grimaces at the nickname and at Kuroo’s reaction. “Yes, of course,
he’s Kuroo-san.” He replies simply. Of course he knows Kuroo anywhere. Who
wouldn’t forget that hair? And also, those thighs. Those tasty, strong thighs.
Yamaguchi actually drags his eyes down to Kuroo’s legs. Oh god, he’s wearing
his volleyball shorts.
Oikawa tips his chin and clicks his tongue. “Eyes up here, Yama-chan.”
Yamaguchi rapidly blinks his eyes, embarrassment slowly creeping down his back.
What is he thinking?! He can’t get swayed now, of all times! Think about Tsukki
– Tsukki’s glasses! “S – Sorry,”
Kuroo chuckles. “You looked a bit distracted, are you okay?” He props his hand
on the wall next to Yamaguchi’s head and inches closer.
Oh no, of course he can’t admit that he likes his thighs. “Y – Yes.”
“I should’ve worn my volleyball shorts too,” Oikawa grumbles from between his
teeth. Kuroo laughs at him, and Yamaguchi can feel his warm breath on his face.
He blushes.
“And what? Basks in humiliation?”
“Shut up, Kuroo.” Oikawa pushes his friend’s face away with his palm and brings
his attention back to Yamaguchi. “So, you know Kuroo, but you didn’t know we’re
friends, right? Like, goodfriends.”
Kuroo snorts; earning another shove in the face by Oikawa. Yamaguchi, still
confused beyond relief, only shakes his head. “Not until recently.”
“Are you surprised?” Kuroo asks him, beaming.
Yamaguchi dawdles for a bit, nervously picking at his nails. “Well. Not
really,” He answers softly. If someone with a detestable personality like
Oikawa and Kuroo gets along well, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise. “I’m more
confused… as to why I’m here.”
“Oho?” Kuroo ogles at him, still smiling his Cheshire smile.
Yamaguchi gulps and looks around the place. It’s still completely empty, save
for the three of them.
“I guess, you wouldn’t know would you, Yama-chan?” Oikawa begins.
Yamaguchi briskly shakes his head. He’s currently in the dark now. Oikawa is
better off bothering Kageyama, and Kuroo… Kuroo gets along better with Tsukki
anyway. He should’ve been pestering Tsukki instead. But…
He doesn’t want that now, does he?
Yamaguchi knows about the extra practice Kuroo had been giving Tsukishima back
at the training camp. At one side, he’s really happy that Tsukishima is finally
showing some interest in volleyball. On the other side… He thinks he finds the
sight of someone else calling Tsukki Tsukki was revolting.
But Kuroo is hot, and tall, and maybe, smart, so he can’t blame Tsukki if he’d
rather spend his time hanging out with Nekoma’s captain.
“Oi, w – what’s wrong,” Kuroo says suddenly, breaking him off of his wandering
thought. “You looked like you’re about to cry,”
“H – Huh?” Yamaguchi looks up, blinking away the thought. “I – I’m just sleepy,
I think.” He musters up a nervous smile.
Oikawa sighs softly, holding his gaze with Yamaguchi. “We’ve been watching you,
you know. Back in the training camp and at the match.” He says, lifting his
hand up and toys with a strand of Yamaguchi’s hair.
Yamaguchi draws his head back until it hit the wall. “Wa… Watching me?” Why me?
Kuroo offers him a small, more content smile. “Yep, and it was obvious to us
that you are…”
“Stressed out.” The two older men say in union.
Yamaguchi widens his eyes in shock. “Me…? Stressed out?” He starts tentatively
before laughing bitterly. As if. I barely even do anything. I don’t have the
audacity to be stressed out, when I have yet to achieve anything in my life.
Oikawa rolls his eyes and flicks Yamaguchi’s forehead slowly. “See? You’re
doing it again.” He drags his index finger to the crease between Yamaguchi’s
eyebrows. “You’re overthinking.”
His face reddens at the contact. Oikawa’s finger is cold and relaxing, it’s
weird. He whines.
“This probably has something to do with Tsukki, right?” Kuroo leans away and
folds his arms, his gaze questioning. The way his best friend's name rolls out
of Kuroo’s lips irritates Yamaguchi, but at the same time it leaves him with a
feeling of hopelessness.
“The tall glasses dude? The one who stopped Ushijima’s spike?” Oikawa quips,
momentarily shifts his attention to Kuroo.
Kuroo grins in triumph. “Yep. And it’s all thanks to me.” Yamaguchi hates just
how right Kuroo is.
Oikawa scoffs. “Yeah, right.”
“No… he’s right.” Yamaguchi opens his mouth tentatively and ducks his head.
“Kuroo-san has been helping Tsukki a lot and…” He trails off. Oikawa hurriedly
draws Yamaguchi’s chin and lifts his face.
“You’re in love with him, aren’t you, Yama-chan?” Oikawa jeers, cutting him off
with a sharp look straight into his eyes.
“..!!” The younger boy lets out a small, weak squeak. “B – But –“ how?
Oikawa and Kuroo are both looking at him with wild, searching eyes and he wants
to throw up. He wants to throw up because he’s scared, he’s scared of how much
they’ve been right and how badly he has fallen for Tsukishima.
And that it’s blatantly obvious.
The inside of his stomach churns anxiously.
“I – I…” He opens his mouth just to close it afterward. Oh, how he wants to
just die and get it over with.
“Shush now,” Oikawa suddenly says, his gentle fingers slowly making their way
to Yamaguchi’s neck and to his jaw. “There’s no need to panic, no one else but
us know, of course.”
Yamaguchi screws his eyes shut and lets out a shaky breath. Why the hell is
Oikawa consoling him?
“It’s okay if you want to cry, I know how hard it is, hiding all those feelings
deep within your heart.” The brunette continues in a soft murmur, drawing
circles down Yamaguchi’s cheek with his thumb softly.
True enough, Yamaguchi does calm down after a while, but there’s still a weird
thumping in his chest that he just couldn’t place. He looks up to find Kuroo
and Oikawa still looking down at him, but no precarious air around them this
time.
“You’re really cute, Yama-chan.” Oikawa utters quietly, narrowing his eyes.
“It’s such a waste of good resource, you know?”
Cute? Good resource?! Those two words fly around inside of Yamaguchi’s head
like birds on spring, refusing to settle down. He shifts his gaze to Kuroo, who
is holding the same intense gaze as Oikawa. “I – I’m not cute,” He stutters
bashfully, cheeks warm and rosy.
“Who said so? Did Tsukki say that?” Kuroo butts in, pulling Yamaguchi’s hip
closer like it’s the most okay thing to do in the situation.
“Whoa – “Yamaguchi gasps loudly, trying to shy away from the touch – but
Kuroo’s arm keeps him in place. He shrinks his head down, trying to hide his
face with the collar of his jacket.
“So, we have a proposition for you.” Oikawa murmurs quietly. “And we weren’t
exactly expecting a rejection, so, work with me, okay?” He beams, and Yamaguchi
knows it’s one of his half-hearted smiles he throws over to his fangirls.
“I thought you said it was a proposition…” Yamaguchi mumbles weakly.
Kuroo huffs wearily. “Propositions, obligations, whatever,” He pulls his hand
back and ruffles his hair. “Oikawa keeps forcing me on using these difficult
words and he doesn’t even know the meaning.”
“Excuse me! I do!” Oikawa clicks his tongue in annoyance and glares at Kuroo.
“Please don’t pay any attention to him, Yama-chan. What I’m trying to say is,
we are concerned about your well-being and we’re here to offer you a stress-
reliever.”
Yamaguchi perks up at the word stress reliever, but his mind is still clouded
with doubts. “…Why?”
“Why?” Oikawa echoes incredulously. “Because you’re adorable, that’s why.”
Yamaguchi eyes them warily. He thinks he gets what they’re trying to achieve,
even if it’s just a glimpse.
“You… are asking me out?” Yamaguchi begins carefully.
Oikawa and Kuroo both exchange a look before breaking into a laughing fit.
Yamaguchi is well, more or so, a wee bit offended and a lot more pressured.
“What, ahaha no.” Oikawa snorts. “We’re going to do something even better.”
“Trust us,” Kuroo continues. “It’ll be a good experience. For the three of us,
you know.” Kuroo takes Yamaguchi’s hand and kisses his fingertips lightly.
Yamaguchi swallows the thick lump in his throat, face flaming ablaze. He keeps
his mouth shut all the time; scared of the what the words threatening to leave
his lips might hold.
“You’re desperate, aren’t you?” He understands now why Kageyama hates Oikawa so
much. He’s like the devil. His words are sweet and influential, but they hide a
deeper, darker meaning.
The thrill excites him somewhat, and he has to grab onto his arms to stop
himself from shivering.
“It might help you get your mind off Tsukishima,” Kuroo says this time,
dropping down the nickname. “Or maybe, the other way around.”
Yamaguchi bites his lower lip. He’s scared; scared of the possibility and the
temptation.
Oikawa seems to distinguish Yamaguchi’s reaction and the growing tension
between them, so he finishes off with a dark, carnal smirk.
“So, how about it, Yama-chan?”
 
===============================================================================
 
 
Tokyo is so big. It’s almost frightening how big and busy this city is.
He wonders where Tsukki might be, at this time of day. Probably still back at
the stadium with the rest of his team.
Would they be searching for him, if he’s suddenly gone missing?
Aw, heck, he really didn’t think that far ahead.
Oikawa captures his face with his hands, pulling him out of his daydreaming.
His breath now comes out quick and shallow, trying to keep in pace with his
pulse.
Oikawa’s beautiful honey eyes draw him in, until he’s sagging weakly against
the older man’s shoulder. He can hear the sound of Kuroo’s laugh; low and soft.
He wonders how he got here.
The three of them are now inside of Oikawa’s hotel room, and what started off
as the innocent knuckles kissing and cheeks caressing turns into a mess of
sucking and tasting.
Kuroo is licking at his palm, just like a cat, he thought. It tickles at first,
but as Kuroo drags his tongue to his finger and begins sucking, what tickles is
the inside of his stomach. The inside of Kuroo’s mouth is warm and wet, and
since he had never experienced such thing before, he doesn’t know how to feel. 
It should’ve felt gross, he should’ve shoved Kuroo away because it’s
disgusting, his hand is filthy and God knows what he had been touching – but he
doesn’t. Instead he brings his other hand to his face to hide his expression.
“Don’t be shy,” Oikawa catches his wrist and nuzzles into Yamaguchi’s hand.
“You look really good right now, Yama-chan.”
He whimpers quietly. That’s not true; he must’ve looks like a mess right now.
 Oikawa lowers his head and indulges him in a soft kiss. He presses his head
further down to the mattress underneath him, feeling the cold fabric against
his neck as Oikawa slowly licks his lips.
Kuroo pulls his finger out with a distinct popping sound, leaving a wet trail
of spit from his lips to the tip of Yamaguchi’s digit.
It’s embarrassing. Everything is embarrassing; he’s even shaking violently.
But why does he feel so aroused?
Now that both of his hands are free, he wraps them around Oikawa’s neck,
guiding him to go harder, deeper. Oikawa is smiling against his impatient lips
when he feels a cold touch ghosting on his thigh.
Kuroo kisses the inside of his thigh, parting his legs open with his hand.
Yamaguchi groans at the contact, breaking his kiss with Oikawa. “N – No, not
there…” He breathes out.
Oikawa laughs airily, but continues on dragging his lazy, wet kisses down to
Yamaguchi’s jaw and neck. Kuroo doesn’t seem to care in the slightest as he
grounds his teeth down on Yamaguchi’s flesh, leaving a mark down his crotch.
Yamaguchi lets out a noise similar to a sob and unconsciously bucks his hips.
Oikawa does the same on his neck, and it’s warm, the feeling of his tongue
against Yamaguchi’s bare skin. He tilts his head, giving more space for Oikawa
to work on.
His thought roams to his teammates for a second, and he ponders what their
reaction would be like if they found out about this. He wonders what Tsukishima
would say.
Oikawa draws back and sits up on the bed. Yamaguchi looks at him through his
glassy eyes, and the guy smiles at him. It’s so intoxicating.
Oikawa slowly pulls at the hem of his shirt, trying to get it off. Yamaguchi
arches his back at the motion and it takes no time for Oikawa to finally
undress him. He throws Yamaguchi’s shirt down, joining his Karasuno jacket on
the floor.
Kuroo sits up too, joining Oikawa. He licks his lips hungrily while his stare
roams around Yamaguchi’s body. The kid wants to die; he’s so self-conscious and
ashamed. The two guys looming above him eyes him wildly, like a predator
waiting to pounce on his prey. Yamaguchi grabs tightly into the sheet and curls
his toes.
“D – Don’t just stare at me,” He whines weakly, his head dizzy with urges.
“But you’re so lovely,” Oikawa comments, his hand traveling down Yamaguchi’s
waist, pulling at the rubber of his volleyball shorts.
“But it’s not fair,” Yamaguchi mumbles messily, narrowing his eyes. “That I’m
the only one who’s embarrassed.”
Kuroo lets out a feral grin. “I see what you’re getting at,” He swiftly pulls
his shirt over his head, leaving him in the same state as Yamaguchi. Oikawa
raises one of his eyebrows at the sight.
“Oh,” He breathes out, amazed.
Yamaguchi – poor, little Yamaguchi is rendered speechless. He can’t tear his
eyes away because Kuroo is so toned and perfectly built, and Christ, he’s just
so goddamn hot, what more can he say? So it’s not only the thighs. Yamaguchi
sighs.
“You like what you see?” Kuroo teases, pushing Oikawa away and kneels in front
of Yamaguchi. Oikawa only shoots him a dirty look before climbing out of bed.
For what, Yamaguchi couldn’t care less.
He only nods resolutely.
“Come here,” Kuroo invites, pulling on Yamaguchi’s forearm to help him sits up.
Yamaguchi climbs onto his laps, his arms circling around the taller lad’s neck.
They stare at each other for a while, foreheads pressing against each others.
Kuroo’s eyes are as intimidating as they ever were, but they’re also deep and
passionate, and Yamaguchi just couldn’t suppress all the wants building up
inside his chest. He dives in, mouth moving in sync with Kuroo’s, feeling his
muscle tenses up under his touch. Yamaguchi never kissed anyone this deep
before, back then he didn’t know just how addicting it feels when their tongues
dance around each other’s and the suffocating feeling it leaves him. Yamaguchi
moans, his hand making its way to Kuroo’s head to pull at his hair.
He’s glad he does that because the movement causes Kuroo to groan and lurches
forward, knocking them down to the mattress. Yamaguchi flops to his back with
Kuroo just on top of him, the two of them out of breath. Kuroo wastes no time
to go back on kissing his jaw sloppily and bites on his ear. As if on instinct,
Yamaguchi spreads his legs apart and crosses them on Kuroo’s waist, pulling
them flush together. Kuroo hums and rolls his hips against him, and what comes
afterward makes Yamaguchi moans even harder.
“Oh my God,” Yamaguchi pants, feeling a spark just under his stomach. He makes
a weird, choking noise when Kuroo continues to do just so, grinding his hips
against Yamaguchi’s. Yamaguchi holds him closer, stronger, because he needs it,
he needs the friction, and he wants it bad.
“Uh-huh. Getting chummy without me now, are you?” Yamaguchi hears a voice from
his side and he’s forced to open his eyes. Oikawa is standing beside the bed,
one hand on his hips and the other one holding a plastic bag filled with… he’s
not sure what.
“You’re ruining the mood, Oikawa…” Kuroo growls, his breath hot on Yamaguchi’s
ear. The boy squirms.
“Oh, come on, you love me.” Oikawa says, climbing onto the bed to pull on
Kuroo’s shoulder. Kuroo rises slowly and meets Oikawa’s eyes. The brunette is
smirking deviously, tipping on Kuroo’s chin before they kiss, right before
Yamaguchi’s eyes.
Their kiss is sensual and arousing, like a battle of dominance. It makes
Yamaguchi’s mouth goes completely dry. He still has his legs tangled in Kuroo’s
waists, but he isn’t sure what to do now that he’s left on his own.
Oikawa flings his arms around Kuroo’s shoulder as Kuroo’s hand totters to
unbutton the guy’s shirt. He palms on the abs of Oikawa’s stomach, occasionally
digging his nails into the fair skin.
They finish the kiss messily, open-mouthed and tongues barely touching.
Yamaguchi flicks his tongue on his own lips hungrily, his dick twitching for
some attention. He whimpers softly, trying to get noticed.
Oikawa quickly turns to face him, his face red and his lips swollen. Yamaguchi
inhales shakily. “What’s wrong, Yama-chan? Do you want some too?”
Yamaguchi throws away his pride and all of that bullshit he tossed at
Tsukishima back at the training camp and nods his head.
“See? It’s not that hard to be honest with yourself,” Oikawa shrugs off his
shirt and drops down to kiss Yamaguchi, again. The boy hauls him closer,
impatient.
Kuroo watches with amusement before sinking down to lick at Yamaguchi’s
shoulder blade. When Kuroo shifts, Yamaguchi can feel the guy’s growing
erection brushes against his and he closes his eyes, imagining the one guy he
hopes would be here instead.
“Tsukki,” Yamaguchi wails sweetly against Oikawa’s wet lips. The two men stop
abruptly, peering at each other curiously.
“But he’s not here,” Oikawa whispers.
Yamaguchi bites back a sob. “Yeah,” He answers. Kuroo hesitates a little before
biting at the skin of his shoulder, licking and sucking at the spot. When
Yamaguchi comes out with another choked, “Yeah,” The two older guys breathe out
in relief.
“This is your first time isn’t it, Yama-chan?” Oikawa says, gently tracing down
the freckles on Yamaguchi’s skin. “Are you scared?”
Yamaguchi glances at him then at Kuroo. He holds his gaze steady when he shakes
his head with determination. “I’m… not really. Maybe. So that’s why... um…” He
struggles to find the words so instead his chews on his lips while peering down
at where he’s connected with Kuroo by the hips.
Kuroo raises his brows in acknowledgment. “Heh, feisty aren’t you.” Kuroo
teases and pulls away, the loss of touch causes Yamaguchi to fidget. “It’s good
to be young isn’t it~”
Oikawa frowns at him skeptically. “Are you an old man?”
Kuroo grins innocently while placing Yamaguchi’s calf on his shoulder. “Hey, at
least I’m still able to experience the thrill of high school volleyball,” He
then yanks Yamaguchi’s shorts and boxer down with one fluid motion. Yamaguchi
wheezes, clearly not expecting that. He’s completely naked now, and he’s not
sure if he can take this much pressure. He blindly reaches out for Oikawa and
wraps his arms around the guy’s waist.
“Fuck you Kuroo,” Oikawa grunts, while gently petting Yamaguchi’s hair. “You’re
scaring him, you stupid cat. Quench your thirst a little,” He lets Yamaguchi
rest his head on his laps. The kid buries his face into his jeans and twists
his body around, embarrassed.
Kuroo glares at him. “What he’s sticking so much to you for? Are you his mom?”
He complains, once he’s finished pulling Yamaguchi’s shorts completely.
“He’s just shy,”
“He’s naked and hard.” Kuroo states matter-of-factly. Yamaguchi visibly
flinches.
Oikawa shoots his friend a weird look. “And that’s, Kuroo, why you never had
any chance with women.” Kuroo looks at him in disgust but he brushes it off
like it was nothing and switches his attention back to Yamaguchi. “Why are you
self-conscious now? Don’t you want this idiot to touch you?”
Oikawa lets one of his hand wanders freely to Yamaguchi’s back, lightly
touching his sensitive skin. Yamaguchi writhes before finally, hums in
approval. His dick has been itching to be touched, anyway. So he turns his body
slightly, though his face is still pressed to Oikawa’s torso desperately.
Kuroo gulps before taking Yamaguchi’s pulsing cock in his hand. He is indeed,
already hard and dripping with pre-cum. He wasn’t kidding when he said it’s his
first time.  Yamaguchi sighs into Oikawa’s stomach, slowly releasing the
tension in his muscle.
“The lube’s in the bag,” Oikawa supplies casually, gesturing his head to the
plastic bag he had brought minutes ago.
With his other hand, Kuroo pulls the bag closer and rummages for a bottle of
lube. He coats his fingers slick with it before carefully, wrapping them around
Yamaguchi’s length with his other hand.
Yamaguchi twitches and hisses in contentment, moving his hips to meet the
touch. “Mmn, It’s – It’s cold,”
Kuroo smirks haughtily at the reaction and begins moving his fists up and down
Yamaguchi’s shaft in a slow, steady motion. Yamaguchi doesn’t even make any
effort to conceal his growing moans anymore. He buries his nails deep into the
skin of Oikawa’s waist. The guy grits his teeth in order to suppress his urge,
his breath coming out long and desperate.
“Kuroo-san,” Yamaguchi breathes out. “F – Faster,” He shifts his head on
Oikawa’s laps when he suddenly feels something poking his cheek from behind
Oikawa’s jeans. He opens his eyes, suddenly very aware of where he is and what
he’s doing. “O – Oikawa-san?” He begins tentatively.
“Hm?”
“Um, are you…” He’s being cut short as Kuroo’s thumb swipes at his head and he
raises his hips weakly. “Oikawa-san, do you –“
“You want to try sucking on my dick, Yamaguchi?” Oikawa cuts him off
harmlessly, as if he’s offering candy to a kid. Yamaguchi tenses immediately,
the inside of his head’s a mess.
“I – I can?” He blurts out. “I – I mean, I’ve... I’ve never done that before
so…”
“That’s why I’m asking you – do you want to or not?”
Oikawa and Kuroo both exchange glances as Yamaguchi considers his options. Does
he really want to put another man’s thing in his mouth?
One thing leads to another, and now Yamaguchi finds himself down on all fours,
shamelessly presenting his back to Kuroo while waiting for Oikawa to finish
unbuckling his pants. Being the only child in the house, in all his life he’s
never seen someone else’s dick besides his own and his father’s. So his first
impression of Oikawa’s cock is a little… odd. But still a bit tempting, that he
cannot lie. Yamaguchi touches it experimentally at first, peering through his
lashes at Oikawa for his response. When he grips at the base, Oikawa scrunches
up his face lovingly and the color rises to his cheeks. Yamaguchi can feel the
excitement fluttering inside his stomach.
He begins licking at the side at first and Oikawa’s breath quickens at the
process. Liking the reaction, Yamaguchi drags his tongue down underneath the
cock, causing Oikawa to chew on his nails frantically. “Tadashi…” The older guy
says softly. The mention of his first name only serves to motivate him more. He
slowly slips the head of Oikawa’s arousal between his lips, completely taken in
by the exquisite expression Oikawa is making that he forgot about Kuroo – until
the guy roughly grabs him by his balls, that is.
“Ngh,” Yamaguchi immediately throws his head back, the sudden roughness is
completely unexpected for him. “Ku – Kuroo-san,” He exhales.
Kuroo grins, and Yamaguchi can hear his soft mocking laugh from afar.
It’s hard to keep his focus on Oikawa when Kuroo is constantly teasing his
length, and what’s more he seems to be really good at it. Oikawa tastes funny
and full, but not completely unpleasant. He’s happy enough Oikawa looks like
he’s enjoying it even though it’s his first time. And what is this tight
feeling pooling under his belly… Is he really that close?
He needs it, he needs the release. “Mmf, Kuroo-san, can I – “He begs, curling
his toe deeper into the sheet.
Oikawa smiles. “What do you want to do, Kuroo?” He hums brightly, winking his
eyes at Kuroo. Yamaguchi looks up momentarily, confusion is written on his
face.
“Hmm, what I wonder.” Kuroo wonders out loud, his tone flirtatious. A few
seconds later, Yamaguchi loses all the pressure on his dick as Kuroo draws his
hand back. Yamaguchi whines, and with Oikawa’s dick still deep inside his
throat, the vibration causes Oikawa to slouches forward weakly, holding tightly
to Yamaguchi’s head.
“Tadashi, ah,” Oikawa murmurs while biting his lips. “The – There,” His knees
are shaking and he wants nothing more than to come undone on his cute junior’s
face.
Yamaguchi drops his mouth open altogether when he feels something cold poking
at his ass. He inhales sharply and fidgets.
“Ah,” Oikawa sounds a little disappointed, but he still holds his smile,
regardless. “Relax, Yamaguchi. If you’re tense Kuroo won’t be able to prepare
you,” He says calmly, tucking Yamaguchi’s messy hair behind his ear.
Yamaguchi presses his lips into a thin line and nods solemnly. He’s still a
little stiff, but Oikawa’s reassuring hand on him relaxes him a little. When
Kuroo’s finger finds his entrance, he makes a weird squeaky noise.
“Oh,” Oikawa and Kuroo both say in harmony. “That’s cute.”
Yamaguchi, absolutely humiliated, wants to come out with a good retort but is
brought to a whining mess thanks to Kuroo who is now slowly massaging his hole.
No, No that’s weird, it’s disgusting, Kuroo-san.
Although he doesn’t have it in him to tell the guy straight.
Oikawa whispers sweet nothing into his ear, calming him down, and his touch is
still as relaxing and warm, just like what he remembered. As Kuroo pushes his
finger in experimentally, the two of them gasp when the whole finger is easily
sucked in, and Yamaguchi unconsciously tightens around it.
Yamaguchi yelps, his elbows giving up on him as his head falls weakly to the
bed. It doesn’t hurt as much as he thought it would, but it doesn’t feel that
right either. It’s like having a suppository shoved into the ass. He’s been
there before.
“Tadashi?” A voice calls out to him.
“Mm?” He hums, clearly still in a daze.
“Does it hurt? Want me to stop?” Kuroo asks soothingly. Kuroo calls him by his
given name. Kuroo has a finger up in his ass. He doesn’t know why he’s super
excited, but it’s good, at least.
He moves his head from side to side. “No…”
“Then,” Kuroo crooks his finger and adds another one in. It hurts a little, but
Yamaguchi gradually familiarized himself with the feeling of fullness. It feels
better now than with just one finger and he can feel his pre-cum dripping down,
wetting the sheet.
He shivers when Kuroo starts moving his fingers, warming him up. His fingers
are grinding against his walls, stretching him gently.  Slowly but surely, a
wave of pleasure washes over him, making his knees weak and his cock twitches.
He can’t possibly come like this, he thinks. He needs more.
“Kuroo,” Yamaguchi drops the honorific and wiggles his butt unashamedly.
“Please,” He slurs.
He feels the bed dips when Oikawa suddenly stands on his knees and crawls to
where Kuroo is. “I can’t believe you guys are having fun on your own,”
“You were having fun too, a few minutes ago,”
When the movement of Kuroo’s fingers suddenly stops, Yamaguchi knows it’s
because he’s kissing Oikawa. He can hear the wet sound resonating in the room,
causing him to fume. It’s really arousing, to be stuck in a midst of all this.
“Tadashi’s butt is so cute,” Oikawa says hoarsely, earning a grunt from the
said boy.
When Kuroo inserts his third and final finger, Yamaguchi had already relaxed
and loose. It slips in almost immediately, earning a content sigh from the boy.
Kuroo leans down to place an open-mouthed kiss to Yamaguchi’s bare back.
“You’re doing great,” He murmurs into Yamaguchi’s skin.
Hearing him says that feels so satisfying. Yamaguchi reaches for his leaking
dick, stroking it up and down. It feels different from when Kuroo was touching
him. Kuroo’s hands are bigger and warmer than him, and he’d already miss the
feelings.
He hears to sound of bottle uncapping and plastic rustling, followed by a lewd
noise he’d rather not hear. Yamaguchi presses his face more into the mattress,
muffling his impatient moan as Kuroo steadies his hips. “Oikawa, can you get me
a pillow?”
“If you promise I can do you later,” Yamaguchi’s ears are on fire.
“I’m not gonna promise you anything, just get me the damn pillow,”
Oikawa grumbles out something vulgar but he throws Kuroo a pillow nonetheless.
Kuroo slides the thing underneath Yamaguchi's waist.
“Tadashi,” Oikawa calls for him, voice sweet and addicting. The brunette places
a kiss on the back of his shoulder. “You’ll be okay, trust Kuroo on this
alright?”
He’s actually not that worried, to be completely honest. The two of them have
been very patient and gentle with him, and the affection gives him butterfly
right on his belly. He’s never been so fulfilled and at the same time desperate
like this before.
Kuroo enters him slowly, starting from the tip. Little by little Kuroo fills
him to the point where he’s left numb by the feeling. Tears are starting to
pool in his eyes, threatening to spill when Kuroo’s length stuffs him
completely. Yamaguchi sobs, his breath uneven. “F – Fuck,”
Kuroo groans as well, and how Yamaguchi wishes he could see his face. “He’s
really tight,”
Oikawa chuckles lightly. “Wouldn’t it be weird if he’s not?”
“I feel so full,” Yamaguchi nags.
“Is it no good?” Kuroo asks him gullibly.
Yamaguchi takes a while to answer, but when he does, he sounds rough and husky.
“It’s good.”
Oikawa giggles next to him.
“So can I move now?”
Yamaguchi nods, even though he’s not sure whether Kuroo can see him or not. The
tension seems to be dissipating as they work out on a slow, steady rhythm.
Yamaguchi tries moving his hips to keep up with the pace, eliciting short,
breathy moans with every thrust.
When Kuroo hits his prostate, Yamaguchi tips his head back, his breath comes
out heated and fast; apparently, the pain he’s been trying to suppress has
turned out to be a good pain. Even with his dick left untouched, he can feel
his body shakes in pleasure, he knows he’s close – and with how tense Kuroo has
been, he knows the guy is too.
“Kuroo, come on, more…” He cries, holding out his hand to the back, where Kuroo
instantly reaches out for and intertwines their fingers together.
Yamaguchi finishes first; tightening himself around Kuroo before he comes with
a muffled groan. Kuroo follows not long after, emptying himself inside of
Yamaguchi.
Yamaguchi collapses right after – his limbs finally give up on him. Kuroo pulls
out of him and sighs wearily. Still in his post-orgasm daze, Yamaguchi stares
distantly at the wall behind Oikawa.
Right. Oikawa. How could he forget?!
He sits up straight immediately, ignoring the complaint his tensed muscles are
giving him. “O – Oikawa-san you haven’t – “
Oikawa beams at him and gently pushes him back down to the bed. “That’s
alright. You should rest.” He reasons. “Besides, I have this guy right here –
he’s like my personal toilet.” Oikawa points at Kuroo, whose expression sours
right away.
“What the fuck?” Kuroo snarls. “I ain’t helping you on anything,” He scoffs
while tying up the condom on his hand. The sight of it makes Yamaguchi blush.
“Do you want anything, Yama-chan? Maybe a drink?” Oikawa offers, ignoring Kuroo
completely.
Yamaguchi’s smile widens. “You’re so nice, Oikawa-san. Just like a doting
mother.”
“What.”
Kuroo bursts into a laughing fit. He laughs like a hyena, Yamaguchi notes.
Oikawa yells something at the dark-haired guy, looking a bit offended. He lets
the commotion before him lulls him to sleep, since it’s been a long time since
he’s been this satisfied.
Unknowingly to him, his phone has been ringing for half an hour now, with about
ten messages in his inbox and almost fifteen missed calls.
Chapter End Notes
     i dont have it in me to spell&grammar check the sexy scene so i left
     it exactly as it was 2 years ago lmao so embarrassing
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 “Let’s exchange phone numbers,”
“Eh??” Yamaguchi stops midway in trying to put on his clean shirt.
“You don’t really think this’ll be a one-time thing, do you Yama-chan?” Oikawa
sits cross-legged on the bed, grinning animatedly at him.
In all honesty, Yamaguchi thought that it is. Now that Oikawa said that, he’s
not sure whether to feel happy or to be depressed. “Uh, but I…”
“You were great!” Oikawa tips his body forward. “Just ask Kuroo here!” He
points at the man lying limp behind him. Earning no reaction or whatnot, Oikawa
grunts. “Kurooo, tell little Yama-chan here that he did great.”
Kuroo doesn’t budge from where he’s lying down but he stirs a little. “Shut up,
I’m fucking tired,” He mumbles, “And yeah, Yamaguchi… Maybe we could do it
again…” He ends it up with a tired yawn before dozing off again.
“See?” Oikawa turns back to him, eyes hopeful and twinkling.
“I… um,” Yamaguchi pulls his shirt down slowly. “I’ll see what I can do about
it.” He says blushingly, his entire face burning.
“Fantastic! Just, let me grab my phone first.”
 
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His legs are wobbly and it’s almost hard to keep his posture steady. Apparently
a few of his teammates realize too.
Yamaguchi joined his team back at the hotel they’re staying in the afternoon.
Nobody had asked him anything, but judging from the weird stare they were
giving him, he was pretty sure they had heard about what happened.
 “I heard from Sawamura-san,” Tsukishima says once they’re alone in the room,
“That you were hanging out with Kuroo-san and the rest of Nekoma team.”
Yamaguchi grits his teeth. So that’s what Kuroo had been telling them. Still,
feigning innocence would only serve to piss Tsukishima off even more, so he
decides to play along. “Oh, um, yeah. He said he’ll take me around the city.”
He answers as casually as he can while busying himself with folding up his
laundry.
Tsukishima exhales through his nose and waits before finally opening his mouth.
“… Why you? That’s weird.”
Yamaguchi has his back at Tsukishima, so it’s not possible to look at his
friend’s current expression. Is he mad? Jealous? Or just pure confused? “What’s
wrong, Tsukki? Are you… disappointed?” Yamaguchi tries to keep a flat tone and
laughs airily. “I know you’ve always been the one closer to Kuroo-san, so it
must be pretty weird, huh, that he was looking for me instead.”
“What?” Tsukishima sounds a little bit offended. Even without turning around,
Yamaguchi can tell that his friend is positively frowning.
“Um, don’t worry.” Yamaguchi zips his bag close and finally whips his head to
look at his blonde friend. “We didn’t really do anything. Just a little…
sightseeing.”
“What do you mean, Yamaguchi?” Tsukishima visibly scowls. “I’m not worried
about him – “
The front door swings open as Hinata casually invites himself inside. “Hey!
Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, dinner is ready and… uh… “ The tiny ball of sunshine
pales and shrinks smaller when Tsukishima throws him a rather deadly glare. “Am
I… Am I interrupting anything…?” He says, a little softer this time.
Yamaguchi turns around and gives him the brightest smile he can manage (at the
moment). “Not at all! I’m really hungry, let’s go have some dinner!”
Tsukishima graces him with a look of absolute annoyance before exiting the room
quietly. Hinata eyes follow him curiously before looking back at Yamaguchi.
“What’s wrong with him?”
Yamaguchi sighs. “It’s not him…” He feels a painful tug in his chest, his
emotions ready to burst anytime now. “He did nothing wrong.”
 
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“Hey, hey Yamaguchi, what do you think about that tall first-year?”
“Huh?” Yamaguchi looks up from his Yakisoba bread at Hinata. “The one who
doesn’t talk much…?”
Hinata nods. “He’s really intimidating too, just like a combination of
Tsukishima and…” He tones down his voice to a whisper and leans in. “Kageyama.”
Yamaguchi snorts into his hand. “Tsukki was not that quiet,” He chuckles.
“I’m not what?” Tsukishima pops out from behind Yamaguchi, tilting his head
backward. “You know I’m sitting right next to you, right?” He focuses his glare
on Hinata.
“Sheesh, we’re talking about that kid, you know, …what’s his name again?”
Yamaguchi shoves Tsukishima away from his personal space. “The one who looks
like he’s always lacking in sleep.”
Tsukishima bites into his own bread and stare blankly into the distance,
clearly has lost his interest. “You should at least remember their names,
Yamaguchi. I think Ennoshita-san wants to appoint you as the next captain.”
Yamaguchi squirms and huffs. “That’s not happening. And besides, I don’t think
I like the responsibility that much…”
“What do you mean! You’ll definitely make a good captain, Yamaguchi!” Hinata
shouts and practically jumps into his side.
“Remind me again why we’re having lunch together with this… guy?” Tsukishima
mutters under his breath, earning an elbow to the rib from Yamaguchi.
“He needs help with his home – “ Yamaguchi’s phone suddenly buzzes inside his
pocket, cutting him halfway. He fishes his phone out and eyed the screen
impassively.
You_got_one_new_message!
Sender:_Oikawa_Tooru.
Something in his mind shifts, making his heart race. He quickly locks his phone
back to keep Tsukishima from seeing and places it down on his thigh. “Hinata
needs help with his homework,” He repeats evenly.
“I heard you the first time,” Tsukishima provides.
“Sorry, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi giggles, somehow feeling guilt welling up in his
chest. “That reminds me, can I borrow your English notes – “His phone rings
unexpectedly, and unfortunately, the caller ID says Oikawa Tooru. He stands up
suddenly, surprising his two friends.
Tsukishima peers at him from behind the frame of his glasses curiously.
“I, uh…” Yamaguchi grabs his phone nervously. “I have to get this.”
“Okay…?” Hinata responds confoundedly, while Tsukishima is as passive as ever.
Yamaguchi nods awkwardly before bolting to the back of the gym. He presses the
dial button frantically.
“Y – Yes?” He answers the phone out of breath, hanging his head down.
“Oh you actually pick up! What’s up Yama-chan!”
“O… Oikawa-san.” It’s really him. Yamaguchi chokes, his breath stuck in his
throat.
“Did you miss me? Sorry I haven’t been able to contact you for so long. Who
knew being a college freshman is so much work,”Oikawa whines. “It’s been like
what, a year now? How’re you and blondie holding up?”
Yamaguchi leans against the wall and slides down. “The same…” He huffs wearily,
“We’re not even in the same class anymore…”
The other line is quiet for a while before Oikawa hums out on an apologetic
manner. “Sorry to hear that,”
Yamaguchi says nothing in return – the grass underneath his shoes is suddenly
very interesting.
“I’ll hug you if I were there,”Oikawa suddenly says out of the blue, alarming
Yamaguchi whose face is now very, very warm. No matter how weird it came out,
the offer sounds tempting and… nice.
“Uh-huh,” Yamaguchi finds himself laughing; the heaviness in his chest suddenly
disappears. “I’d like that.”
“Hence why Kuroo and I are on our way to Miyagi,”Yamaguchi snaps his head up in
shock. He can faintly hear the mischievous smile on Oikawa’s voice. “Think you
can make some time for us after school?”
“Wh – What,” Yamaguchi stammers, “D – don’t suddenly make weird plan like that,
Oikawa-san,”
“I’ll call you once we arrived there, alright? I think Kuroo remembers where
Karasuno is,”
“Karasuno?” Yamaguchi echoes incredulously. “Wa – Wait!”
“See you later, Yama-chan~” And just like that, Oikawa hangs up. Yamaguchi is
left staring at his phone in disbelief, perplexed and maybe, a wee bit
irritated. Great, just… great. Not only that two of the most troublesome (but
still very hot to some extent) people Yamaguchi ever knows are about to visit
him, in his school, they also, obviously, want to fuck.
“Why me…” Yamaguchi questions himself that a lot of time, even though he
gradually accepts things for what they are, in the end.
---
“I have an urgent matter I need to attend to, so I’ll be late for practice.”
Yamaguchi explains wryly, his fingers nervously fiddling around with the strap
of his bag. “Tell Ennoshita-san for me, alright?”
“Huh? Where are you going?” Kageyama, who had just joined them, asks
inquisitively.
“Uh…” Yamaguchi gestures loosely to his friends. “Stuff!”
Hinata throws Tsukishima a concerned look, but Tsukishima doesn’t say anything.
In fact, he looks mildly indifferent. He slings his bag over his shoulder and
walks quietly to the direction of the gym.
Yamaguchi wants to scream.  “So, uh, see you guys in a while?”
“Yeah,” Yachi nods awkwardy, aware of the growing tension between them. “Good
luck with your… stuff.” Yamaguchi bobs his head while walking backward. He
throws his hand in the air and makes an okay sign before turning on his heels
and sprints outside.
True enough, his phone rings again for the nth times just as he arrived at the
gate of his school. This time, it’s none other than Kuroo.
“Um, yeah?” He begins quietly, breath coming out short.
“Oh, Yamaguchi?”Says the voice from the other line. “Where are you? I think I’m
lost. No – wait, isn’t this your gym – “
Yamaguchi practically yells into the phone – no, more like, shrieking. “Wa…
Stay where you are!” He instructs, hopefully those two idiots refrain from
walking around mindlessly into the gym because the volleyball club is
practicing and Tsukishima is there.
He runs as fast as his feet can take him and comes to a halt abruptly when he
sees a crowd gathering just in front of him. They’re mostly girls, carrying
their cellphones around while squealing;
“Is that Oikawa-san?”
Yamaguchi heaves a loud sigh. Even in his school, Oikawa is still as popular as
ever, it seems. Well, he did appear in many sports-related magazines lately.
He pushes through the crowd and out to the courtyard where he sees the two
culprits (but Oikawa, mostly) responsible for this chaos casually waving around
and flashing a meager smile.
“Can’t you just wait outside, like any normal person would?” Yamaguchi says
grimly once he’s perched next to them.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Kuroo grins at him. The image of the dark-haired boy
makes Yamaguchi’s skin hot.
“Yama-chan!” Oikawa throws his arms at him, locking him into a tight embrace.
“You’re so tall now!”
Yamaguchi coughs and almost stumble backward. “Please don’t do that Oikawa-
san.” His eyes skim the group of girls who are eyeing him curiously.
“Your voice changed too!” Oikawa draws back, hands clenching on Yamaguchi’s
shoulders. He looks genuinely astounded, but there’s an impish glint in his
eyes that Yamaguchi is scared to acknowledge further.
There’s a pensive pause as the boy looks around before he clears his throat.
“Let’s go someplace where you won’t attract unnecessary attention.” He
suggests, mostly because he’s scared one of his teammates would overhear the
commotion and peeks outside of the gym.
Thankfully, both Kuroo and Oikawa agree and they follow Yamaguchi quietly
without any question. They walked to the back of the clubroom’s building where
it’s empty at the moment. Oikawa keeps on looking around, observing his
surrounding while Kuroo… Kuroo doesn’t seem to give any fucks at all.
“The girls’ uniform here is really cute, don’t you think?” Oikawa comments,
fanning himself with his hand.
“Eh,” Kuroo shrugs, “Everything looks the same to me,”
“I bet Yama-chan would look good wearing them,”
Kuroo arches one of his brows, his smile devious. “Now that, I couldn’t agree
more,”
“What did I do to deserve this,” Yamaguchi breathes out resignedly, holding his
head with his hand. “You can’t just um… barge into someone’s school and uh, do
whatever you want, you know,”
Both Kuroo and Oikawa stop their animated chat and looks up at him altogether.
Oikawa smiles at him, a bit regretfully. “Are you mad because we never
contacted you for a year?”
Yamaguchi purses his lips and webs his fingers together. “A year and a half,
actually.”
“Ahaha, well, college is rather harsh, to be honest,” Oikawa laughs dryly.
“That’s why when I finally had a week off, we decided to visit you first, our
lovely kouhai!”
Yamaguchi rolls his eyes. “We’re not even that close,” He says evenly, trying
to hide whatever trail of excitement left in his voice.
Oikawa gasps theatrically. “How can you say that after all we’ve done
together?”
Yamaguchi wants to die of embarrassment. “I – err, well… then I supposed you’re
here to… um,” He slips on his tongue, unable to find the word he needs. His
heart is jumping around inside of his chest, threatening to spill his growing
excitement.
Kuroo snickers. “Exactly,”
“What! B – But not in school! At least can’t you wait until I finish the club
acti – “
He hears something rattles and he stops talking altogether when he notices the
key in Oikawa’s hand.
“What is that,” He asks in horror, shaky finger pointing at Oikawa’s direction.
“It’s a key,” Oikawa deadpans. Beside him, Kuroo tries to stifle a laugh.
“What key,”
Yamaguchi finds out not long afterward that Oikawa had stolen the key to a club
storage room, just right beside the clubrooms’ building. The two older men
shove him inside forcefully, their smiles bright and intimidating. Yamaguchi
isn’t sure what to feel.
Oikawa closes the door quietly and drops his backpack to the ground with a
thud. Kuroo stretches his arms – like it’s the most natural thing to do at the
moment – and tilts his neck right and left.
Yamaguchi had fallen down into a training mattress – oh my god what’s that
thing doing here – and props his body on his elbows as he eyes the two men – or
predators – before him. He swallows hard. His pulse quickens and he can hear it
resounding in his ears, loud and clear. The way Kuroo looks at him is almost
exhilarating.
“S – So that’s it? Uh, no casual chit chat or whatsoever?” Yamaguchi stiffens
when Oikawa takes a step closer to him.
Kuroo shakes his head. “You said it before didn’t you?” He says, “We’re not
that close.”
Yamaguchi gulps. God, he swears one day he’s going to get back on the two of
them for humiliating him like this. Kuroo shrugs off his jacket, revealing his
well-developed biceps – making Yamaguchi’s mouth goes immediately dry. Okay,
maybe not right now, but one day.
Oikawa squats down next to him, his smile unchanging. He runs his hand through
the mattress’ surface and hums innocently. “They even provide a cushion here.
How convenient.”
“Too convenient,” Yamaguchi squints. After a long silence, Yamaguchi sighs in
defeat and collapses on his back, stretching out his arms and legs. “Fine, d –
do whatever.”
Both Kuroo and Oikawa eye him owlishly. – h
“Just make it quick,” Yamaguchi adds. “…Please?”
---
Yamaguchi is leaning against a shirtless Oikawa, head perfectly aligned in the
guy’s broad shoulder with his hands pressed against his mouth; trying to dampen
the noises escaping his throat. Oikawa’s hands are everywhere; his chest,
stomach, and his waist – while Kuroo is expertly sucking on his cock. Okay, so
maybe agreeing to this isn’t that bad, he admits timidly inside of his head.
“Ahn,” Yamaguchi winces when Oikawa pinches his nipples. The older man ducks
his head and nibbles on his earlobe.
“That’s alright, let your voice out,” He murmurs.
Like hell,Yamaguchi mentally scolds him. He keeps on pressing his lips
together, even when the tip of his cock touches the back of Kuroo’s throat.
Inside of the dark-haired guy feels warm and wet and amazing,and he thinks he’s
going to come because of the overstimulation. He really doesn’t want that. He
doesn’t want them to drag this any longer either.
Oikawa places an open-mouthed kiss on his shoulder, still playing with his
nubs. “Do you want us to fuck you now, Yamaguchi?”
One of Yamaguchi’s hands found its way to Kuroo’s head, burying his fingers
into his hair. “Ah – hnng, yeah.” He breathes out, voice coming out a little
hoarse than he intended to.
Kuroo pulls back a little, licking stripe along the underside of Yamaguchi’s
cock to the head and looks up at him through his glassy eyes. There’s drool on
his chin and his skin looks absolutely flushed. Yamaguchi thinks he’s very
attractive like that. He sits back up and grabs the bottle of lube Oikawa had
prepared for him and coats his fingers with it.
Yamaguchi slides down to his back and rests his head on Oikawa’s lap. The guy
flashes him a smile and dips his head to gives Yamaguchi a soft, upside down
kiss. Yamaguchi hums in delight and parts his mouth open, giving permission for
Oikawa to go deeper. He feels Kuroo slowly spreading apart the cheeks of his
ass and he inhales sharply.
He turns his face to the right and lets out a breathy moan as Kuroo’s slick
finger pushes in easily.
The door swings open. The sound of metal hitting the wall behind it echoes
inside the small, cramped space.
Yamaguchi’s eyes snap open and his heart jumps out of his ribs.
“Yamaguchi…?” Tsukishima is standing by the doorframe; the light from outside
limiting his view, but Yamaguchi can see Tsukishima’s mouth hanging open and
eyes were blown.
He scrambles to get his thought together, but is too weak to actually do
anything.
A moment passed until Oikawa finally snorts into his hand. “You’re here,” He
says ridiculously, as if he’s been waiting for Tsukishima’s arrival. Never in
his life had Yamaguchi want to kill anyone this bad; it’s making him numb.
“N – No,” Yamaguchi manages shakily, trying to push himself up and rummages
through the mattress for his clothes. “This… This isn’t w – what you – “ His
entire body shakes with tremor. Why didn’t Oikawa lock the motherfucking door?
Tsukisima stands in stunned silence before narrowing his eyes dangerously, like
he finally grasps the whole situation.
Yamaguchi’s breathe hitches.
Kuroo laughs gruffly, wiping the spit on his face. “Like what you see, Tsukki?”
Yamaguchi wants to kick him in the face; why did he say that now, of all time?!
Tsukishima doesn’t say anything; instead he steps inside and closes the door
behind him and hangs his head low.
“Tsukki – “ Yamaguchi starts, but unable to come up with an excuse. He’s not
sure if he’s even allowed to make any excuse when he’s pretty much caught red
handed. Tears start welling up in his eyes. “Tsukki, I…”
“Did you do this too?” Tsukishima says, still holding his gaze down. “Back at
the Nationals?”
“I – Mmh,” Yamaguchi groans, completely forgotten that Kuroo still has one
finger up his ass. “N – No, stop…” He cries, but Kuroo is unforgiving. He bends
his finger and rubs his inside.
Tsukishima whips his head up at the sound, looking appalled.
Kuroo inserts one more finger and Yamaguchi tightens around him. No, he can’t
do this, not while Tsukki is watching. “Hah… ah,” He pants, his desire
betraying his common sense. He shuts his eyes and curls his fingers around his
clothes desperately, hoping that maybe, this is all just a really bad dream.
Tsukishima takes another step closer to him.
The sound of Tsukishima’s shoes against the floor and Oikawa’s soft hair
against his skin feel so real.
Oikawa scoffs, sounding oddly amused in amidst of all this hell. “What’s wrong
Tsukishima?” He says teasingly.
Yamaguchi clutches into his clothes harder when Kuroo grips the length of his
cock. He gasps involuntarily; the warmth inside of his stomach stirs violently.
Kuroo speaks up this time, “Don’t you think he looks cute, Tsukki?”
Yamaguchi opens his teary eyes to find Tsukishima looming above him, his face
uncharacteristically red and eyes unfocused.
“Do you want to touch him?”Oikawa drawls, his voice sweet and venomous. Just
when Yamaguchi is about to complaint – Tsukishima looks down at him and nods
belatedly.
“What?” Yamaguchi gawks at his friend – who immediately kneels down in front of
him with an unreadable expression. “Tsukki – no – “ Kuroo pulls his fingers out
and guides Tsukishima’s hand to Yamaguchi’s erection. Yamaguchi hisses at the
touch. Tsukishima’s hand is shaking, and so is his entire body it seems.
Yamaguchi blinks away his tears and stares at his friend properly. “Tsukki, you
don’t have to, I…”
“Yamaguchi,” Tsukishima murmurs as he begins stroking Yamaguchi’s length.
“Yamaguchi,”
Yamaguchi screws his eyes shut and bites his lower lip. He can feel
Tsukishima’s hand. Tsukkiis touching him. His Tsukki is calling his name while
moving his hand around his arousal. Yamaguchi shudders when Tsukishima quickens
his pace and for a moment it feels like they’re the only two people in
Yamaguchi’s little world. Yamaguchi comes effortlessly with a low moan into
Tsukishima’s hand.
It feels so nice. He’s dreamed about this countless of times, but the real one
is definitely ten times better.
Tsukishima’s warm and short breathing pulls him out of his daze. He quickly
scrambles into his knees, pulling his clothes with him and sits up straight
right in front of Tsukishima.
It’s real. The real Tsukki just jerked him off. What the actual fuck is going
on.
Tsukishima is staring at his cum-coated palm quietly, his breath labored.
Yamaguchi just wants to bury himself into a hole and never, ever resurface.
“Tsu – “
“Do you want to fuck him?” Oikawa offers. Yamaguchi snaps his head at him,
almost forgetting that they’re most definitely, not alone.
“What the he – “
“I can?”
Yamaguchi turns to face Tsukishima in absolute horror. At this point his neck
is starting to ache. Tsukishima is looking straight at Oikawa, his expression
solemn and his pale skin flushed.
“Of course you can,” Kuroo says, touching Yamaguchi’s shoulder. Yamaguchi jumps
at the contact, shrieking quietly. “You’ve been aching for it, haven’t you?”
“What…?”
Tsukishima flickers his tongue at his lips and glares at Yamaguchi through
half-lidded eyes. “Yeah,”
Oikawa shifts closer to Yamaguchi, hooking his chin on his shoulder. “Did you
hear that, Yama-chan?” Yamaguchi only whimpers in respond. Oikawa gives him
butterfly kisses on his nape and murmurs, “Why don’t you suck your little
precious friend for a change?” against the sensitive skin of his neck.
Yamaguchi is not entirely against the idea, but his reasonableness screams no.
He looks over at Tsukishima, whose face is pinched in concentration. Even in
this situation, he still tries to look composed, and Yamaguchi finds that
adorable.
“Tsukki? Do you want to…?” He asks carefully, voice just above a whisper.
Tsukishima gazes at him with clouded eyes as he nods. Yamaguchi inhales deeply
before bracing his body on his knees and elbows in front Tsukishima. He looks
up, asking for the blonde’s approval. Tsukishima regards him blandly, but
Yamaguchi knows from the tent inside his volleyball shorts that he wants this
too. Yamaguchi’s chest swells with pride as he tugs the waistband of
Tsukishima’s shorts and boxer down, enough for his half-hard cock to springs
free. Yamaguchi takes it on his hand and breathes in the arousing scent of
Tsukki – his Tsukki – and then takes him into his mouth. Tsukishima whines
above him, his hands making their way to Yamaguchi’s head, winding his fingers
with his messy hair.
“Yamaguchi,” Tsukishima breathes out just as Oikawa shifts to kneel behind
Yamaguchi and aligns his hips. Oikawa’s finger circles his hole, and he thought
Oikawa’s is just going to finger him again – he wasn’t expecting Oikawa to
actually put his tongue in.
“Mm,” Yamaguchi glugs, his drool running down his chin.
 
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Yamaguchi has been acting weird, and it’s totally obvious. He doesn’t know
whether Yamaguchi is actually trying to hide it, or if he just plainly sucks at
it. So when Tsukishima received a text message from an unknown number regarding
his restless friend, he can no longer turn a blind eye. He had thought
Yamaguchi must’ve been bullied somewhere, and someone out there was trying to
rile him up.
But never, ever, in his entire life had Tsukishima imagined he’d end up where
he is now.
Tsukishima casts his eyes downward, watching the way Yamaguchi – that Yamaguchi
who’s always been out of his reach – bobs his head up and down, sucking him
dry. He’s not even sure he can think properly at the moment. It almost feels
like his brain drowns in a pool of bliss; something is definitely wrong with
him.
“What’s wrong, Tsukki? You look like you could pass out any time now,” Kuroo
says, pulling him back from his bewildered state.
“Kuroo,” He manages breathily. He should’ve known this bastard would be
responsible for Yamaguchi’s weird antics; he’s always been shady and dubious –
“Yama – “ He whines involuntarily, the muscles in his thigh tense up.
Yamaguchi looks up at him, mouth full and eyes glassy but Kuroo captures his
chin and pulls him into a wet, messy kiss. He was reluctant at first, but Kuroo
works his way well into his mouth and he melts under the older guy’s touch so
he kisses back just as fierce. When they pull apart, he lets out a delighted
sigh.
When Oikawa moves to stand on his knees, Tsukishima hauls Yamaguchi’s hair and
pulls him away from his crotch. He’s not going to let Oikawa have his way with
Yamaguchi today. Or any day, for that matter. “That’s… That’s enough.” He tells
them.
“He’s jealous,” Kuroo teases.
Oikawa chuckles knowingly and backs away, licking his fingers clean. “Go ahead
then, Tsukki.”
Tsukishima exhales through his nose, calming down his head and his throbbing
cock. Ugh, he hopes he wouldn’t finish once he’s finally inside Yamaguchi
though, that would be embarrassing. “Can you lie on your back, Yamaguchi?”
Yamaguchi nods submissively and obliges almost immediately. Oikawa crawls next
to Kuroo and whispers something about being greedy. Tsukishima doesn’t care the
slightest though – not when Yamaguchi is lying defensively before him,
spreading his legs apart just for him. It feels just like a dream; a dream
where he doesn’t want to wake up, ever.
“Tadashi,” He breathes out, hovering just above him. “I’m going to…”
Yamaguchi looks a little taken aback, but soon his expression softens. “Yeah,”
He says smiling.
Kuroo throws him the lube and he coats his erection with it right away, one
hand propping him against the mattress.
“Come on, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi pesters him, arching his back and crossing his
legs on his waist.
With trembling hand, Tsukishima guides his dick to Yamaguchi’s entrance,
nudging at the hole. He forces himself past the ring, welcomed by the tight
walls around him. Yamaguchi squirms underneath him, hands clenching and
unclenching.
“Tsukki,” The boy moans, calling for him. Tsukishima’s mouth soon finds his,
warm and welcoming. Tsukishima pushes in deeper, legs trembling, until he feels
there’s nothing left of him to give anymore. Yamaguchi’s hips buck forward,
asking for more contact, asking him to move. Tsukishima complies.
It’s not that hard to thrust inside of him, but Yamaguchi is still so tight and
Tsukishima had never done this before in his life. He starts seeing white. “Oh
my god,” He sighs into Yamaguchi’s lips, causing the smaller boy to chuckle.
“That’s alright, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi winds his arms around the blonde’s neck.
“You’re amazing, Tsukki, I’m really full,”
The dirty talk is making him dizzy. Somewhere around there, he can hear Kuroo
and Oikawa’s distant laughter, but the buzzing inside of his head is too
strong. “Yamaguchi, I – “ He starts, breathing a little labored. “I love you,
Yamaguchi.” He thinks it’s only appropriate to say something like that in the
spur of the moment, so he let whatever left in his chest to spill.
Yamaguchi only tightens his arms around him. “Mm.. ah, yeah, me too, Tsukki,”
He sobs, “I love you too,”
Yamaguchi’s words only serve to rile him up even more. He fucks into Yamaguchi
harder, swallowing the boy’s whines in his mouth. Wet sound fills the room and
he should be feeling embarrassed right now but he’s not; he’s not because
Yamaguchi is in love with him too, and it fills him with pride.
“You should’ve brought some snacks,”
“Yeah, my bad.”
“Wanna kiss?”
Tsukishima sighs. He’ll deal with those two later. He can feel himself getting
close, it’s almost disconcerting just how inexperienced he is in this kind of
thing. The pooling arousal sends shivers all the way to his spine and he
thrusts deep, burying his face in the crook of Yamaguchi’s neck.
“I’m ahh – I’m gonna – ”
Yamaguchi threads his hands on Tsukishima’s hair. “Mmh, you can come inside,”
Yamaguchi pants. “Fill me up, Tsukki,”
Why is this kid so dirty? He’s so going to get back on Kuroo and Oikawa for
this. Nonetheless, Yamaguchi’s words drive him to the edge and he sees white.
It doesn’t take to long for him to finally comes, a little too loud to his
liking but still very pleasant. He collapses on top of Yamaguchi, their
stomachs slick of the boy’s pre-cum.
He pulls out from Yamaguchi slowly, his cum gushes out from Yamaguchi and seeps
into the mattress – but fuck, he couldn’t care less.
He hears Oikawa and Kuroo whisper frantically;
“You didn’t give him the condom,”
“Ah, well…”
“Don’t give me that,”
Tsukishima flops into his back weakly, feeling his energy slowly leaving his
body and his consciousness with it. The last thing he remembers before sleeping
is Yamaguchi – kissing his forehead sweetly and that he’s still as hard as a
rock.
“I love you, Tsukki. I’ll wake you up later okay?”
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When he finally comes to, he’s sticky and sweaty and his head is heavy.
Yamaguchi is neatly tucked under Oikawa’s chin, sleeping soundly. Kuroo and
Oikawa both look fulfilled and gleaming.
Tsukishima glares at them.
“You motherfuckers,” He snarls.
Kuroo gasps dramatically, placing his hand on his chest. “Is that what you’re
supposed to say to your go-betweens?” Tsukishima shoots him a nasty glare.
“You should probably take him home,” Oikawa says evenly, “Yama-chan is in no
condition for a volleyball practice.”
“And whose fault is that, huh?” Tsukishima says, straightens up his clothing.
He stands up on his feet and looks down at the two irresponsible adults across
him.
Kuroo and Oikawa exchange amused looks. “You,” They say in union, cracking an
impish grin.
Tsukishima reddens immediately. “Wh – Why me? I – “
“You did him raw,” Kuroo supplies casually, shrugging his shoulder. “Now take
him home and have a proper boyfriend to boyfriend talk, alright?”
“What,”
“Come on, wake up, Yama-chan,” Oikawa softly nudges Yamaguchi awake.
Tsukishima inches closer to them and kneels in front of Oikawa. “Are you like,
his mother?” He regards mockingly, even with the blood rushing in his cheeks,
he still got his sass. He touches Yamaguchi’s cheek lightly as the boy slowly
opens his eyes.
“Tsukki…?” Yamaguchi mumbles.
“Yeah,” Tsukishima takes Yamaguchi’s hand in his. “Let’s go home.”
 
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“Do you think Yamaguchi would still let us do him?”
“If we push him a little, he might,” Oikawa shrugs, smiling. “I’m not sure
about glasses though,”
Kuroo brushes his hair back with his hand. “Yeaah, we should probably leave
them alone,”
“I really thought he wouldn’t come, though, that Tsukishima kid.” Oikawa admits
while closing the door to his room. “Turns out the two of them are in deep.”
“Uh-huh.” Kuroo answers nonchalantly, too busy inspecting Oikawa’s wardrobe.
“While we're talking, Yamaguchi texted me yesterday, actually,” Oikawa says.
“He asked me if we’re actually dating or not.”
Kuroo’s movement stops altogether. They stay in a deafening silence for a
moment; Kuroo, staring at the top shelf of Oikawa’s closet and Oikawa just
casually lying down on his bed.
Oikawa snorts after a while. “Funny, huh.”
“Yeah,”
“I mean, that’s not possible, right?”
“Nuh-uh.”
“…”
“…”
“So… you want to grab some Popsicles down at the kitchen?” Oikawa offers,
wriggling his feet excitedly.
Kuroo steps backward and heads to the door. “What are you waiting for then?”
 
Chapter End Notes
     i have nothing to say at this point but forgive me(:
***** [Epilogue] *****
Every little detail still seems very surreal for him.
He wakes up every day, walks to school like usual, and goes to volleyball
practice with his team; the same routine every day.
The only difference is, maybe, the way Tsukishima links their hand together
when they walk to school or back home.
The fact that Tsukishima is now his boyfriend still feels like a dream for him.
 
“I’m sorry our first times had to be with those… “Yamaguchi trails off, closing
his mouth shut when he’s unable to come up with anything good. Tsukishima
stares at him flatly before breaking into a soft, knowing smile.
“Can you not bring that up when we’re in a bed together?” He says sternly, but
the smile on his face betrays his tone. “Besides, it’s not like I care. I’m not
that shallow,”
“Sorry Tsukki,” Yamaguchi says, “But you’re still my first, um, my first love.”
He admits bashfully, cheeks ablaze. Even after all those stuff he did with
Tsukishima, this kind of talk still manages to embarrass him. Tsukishima blinks
at him, completely taken aback. He licks his lips nervously and swallows before
answering.
“You’re also… mine,” He confesses.
Yamaguchi beams like he never before, and Tsukishima can almost see the stars
twinkling in his eyes. “F – For real?”
Tsukishima only nods his head slightly, his entire face beet red.
“For… how long?” Yamaguchi pushes himself up and props his body with his
elbows, leaning down to meet Tsukishima’s eyes.
“I… uh…” Tsukishima scowls, raising his hand to hide his face. “Since… middle
school, I guess.”
If Yamaguchi was sparkling back then, he’s definitely glowing now. “Oh… Oh wow.
I… I never knew.” He giggles excitedly.
Tsukishima narrows his eyes at his boyfriend and resists the urge to push his
face away because he’s completely, utterly, embarrassed. It’s not fair when
he’s the only one who feels humiliated, he thinks. “What about you?” He asks in
return, scolding his face back to his usual expression.
“Oh,” Yamaguchi looks up to the ceiling. “The middle of our first year of high
school… I think?”
“What,” Tsukishima shoots him a look of remorse.
“Aww, Tsukki, are you embarrassed?” Yamaguchi leans in closer with a
mischievous smile on his face, but Tsukishima whips his face away. “You were
really cool once you finally take the club activity seriously so I –“
“Shut up Yamaguchi,” Tsukishima bites sharply, pulling his blanket and turning
his body around. “Just, shut up.”
Yamaguchi sits up, feeling a tad bit guilty, but when he sees the tip of
Tsukishima’s ear glowing red, he slowly unwinds. He melts into the bed,
throwing his arms around Tsukishima’s waist.
“I love you so much, Kei.”
 
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Kuroo always wakes up earlier than Oikawa, no matter how tired he was. Usually,
he’d take a quick shower and just leave like that, maybe he’ll text Oikawa once
he arrived at the university, but today is not that usual day.
He peels himself from the warm, cozy bed, but his movement is limited by the
pair of pale arms around his waist.
Oikawa never hugs him in his sleep before.
He hesitantly reaches out for Oikawa’s head and caresses him fondly. The more
he looks at it, the more he realizes that Oikawa is beautiful and radiating,
and it takes him years to finally figure it out.
Oikawa rouses awake slowly, humming to Kuroo’s bare torso. He’s always been a
heavy sleeper; Kuroo at least knows that much. He requires about five to ten
minutes to wake up completely – and by then he’d still be at daze, not his
usual dazzling self.
But today, somehow, after a few seconds had passed, Oikawa slowly opens his
eyes. He blinks to adjust his eyes and looks around in bemusement before
lifting his head to see Kuroo. His lips gradually curve up a smile.
“You’re still here?”
Kuroo cocks an eyebrow. “Uh, yeah. I don’t have class until the afternoon so,
why bother.” He answers casually.
“I see.” Oikawa says, “Good morning then, Kuroo.”
“Good morning.” Kuroo easily relaxes into a smile too. Oikawa ogles at him in
amazement before breaking into a giggling fit.
“I wonder how long it has been since we last say that to each other.”
“Pretty long…” Kuroo drawls, dragging his gaze to the wall in front of him.
“Guess we’re getting old.”
“You’re getting old.” Oikawa pulls his hands and rolls into his back. “I’m
still perfectly young and fit,”
“Yeah.”
They both stay in an awkward silence – Kuroo staring distantly at the wall in
front of him while Oikawa looking up at the roof above them. If they both were
to be honest with themselves, the whole situation with the Karasuno’s second
years was pretty whacky and silly, now that they think about it. Their
relationship was already peculiar from the start, and what they did back then
wasn’t actually helping them grow mentally. If anything, everything seems to
hit rock bottom by now.
Kuroo doesn’t like it. He needs to do something.
He pulls at the hem of the blanket to his hips. “Don’t you ever get tired?” He
asks, breaking off the resounding silence.
Oikawa tilts his head a bit in his direction, but Kuroo won’t budge from where
he’s staring blankly. “Of what?”
“Of… this,” Kuroo supplies flatly.
Oikawa frowns at him, completely puzzled. “…What?”
“You know…” Kuroo sighs, finallyturning around to face his friend. “Being
friends with benefits.”
“What?” Oikawa’s brows shoot up and his jaws slack. He looks a little
dumbfounded. “So what are you suggesting?” He asks quietly, voice a bit
strained.
Kuroo pauses for a while, contemplating. “I dunno,” He shrugs, pulling on the
duvet anxiously. “Maybe, you could, like, go out with me? Please?”
Oikawa’s mouth droops open, more in amusement than anything. He fumbles for his
pillow before throwing it at Kuroo’s ever stoic face.
“Oof – what’s that for!?” Kuroo snarls with his head tipped back as the pillow
falls to his lap.
Oikawa snickers impishly, using one of his hands to cover his gradually
reddening face. “You nerd!”
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