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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Tsukishima_Kei/Yamaguchi_Tadashi
  Character:
      Tsukishima_Kei, Tsukishima_Akiteru, Yamaguchi_Tadashi
  Additional Tags:
      AKITERU'S_LIFE_IS_SUFFERING, theres_an_accidental_split_lip_so_skip_this
      one_if_stuff_like_that_grosses_you_out
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-31 Words: 2456
****** The Melancholy of Akiteru Tsukishima ******
by troublebuster
Summary
     Akiteru still firmly believed that character defects aside, Kei was
     truly a good kid.
     This is why Akiteru (volleyball player, college student, cool older
     brother) had not expected to open Kei’s bedroom door to find his
     little brother and his best friend jerking their meat.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Tsukishima Akiteru (volleyball player, college student, and all-around good
guy) honestly liked being an older brother.
He wasn’t particularly fond of the way his little brother ‘borrowed’ his
sneakers when he was gone, or the way that he ate any sweet things left in the
refrigerator unapologetically, or the way that he didn’t always rinse the sink
after he brushed his teeth, but those were all relatively minor offenses.  
Generally speaking, Akiteru liked his little brother.
Akiteru liked his little brother because Tsukishima Kei was,  all things
considered, a good kid. He brushed his teeth, he (probably) brushed his hair,
he shot his dirty socks into his laundry hamper like they were 3-pointers. He
recycled, he got good grades, he spoke politely to adults and he didn’t fight
with his parents much. He never hurt small animals and avoided interaction with
most children, which also counted as nice. (Granted, he did most of these
things with a vaguely unimpressed look on his face or an outright frown, but he
still did them.)
Akiteru would concede that his little brother had a difficult personality, and
liked goading people too much. He would agree that Kei smirked immediately
after his own little biting one-liners too often, and he wouldn’t argue that
Kei had some seriously grating ideas about the point of hard work.
But Akiteru still firmly believed that character defects aside, Kei was truly a
good kid.
This is why Akiteru (volleyball player, college student, cool older brother)
had not expected to open Kei’s bedroom door to find his little brother and his
best friend jerking their meat.
----
Some minutes earlier, Tsukishima Kei had been focused. When Yamaguchi first
came up to his room, he had immediately gone to his bookshelf, chattering
happily about how it had been awhile since they had had time to hang out, and
did Tsukki catch that deep-sea documentary last night?
Tsukishima had glowered at the back of Yamaguchi’s skull until he turned
around, and then patted the bed disinterestedly and looked off to the side
while suggesting Yamaguchi sit too. Yamaguchi had trotted over and sat down,
and that’s when Tsukishima had tried to make his move.
He had been aiming to nonchalantly grab Yamaguchi’s hand once he sat down, but
Yamaguchi had turned to him  with one leg bent on the bed and asked him what
was up, leaning on the hand behind his back on the bed and placing the other in
his lap. Tsukishima was already reaching towards where Yamaguchi’s hand had
been, and  Yamaguchi had already noticed his hand and was eyeing it curiously.
If he jerked his hand back now it would look suspicious, and Yamaguchi would
ask questions. Tsukishima committed to his reach, and ended up bringing a hot
palm down directly onto Yamaguchi’s right thigh, decidedly more forceful than
necessary. Yamaguchi sat up straight in surprise, his eyes wide and his mouth
slightly open as his eyes darted back and forth , staring at Tsukishima’s hand
and then Tsukishima’s vaguely pink face and then his hand again.
Tsukishima’s hand sat heavy on his leg and he offered no explanation, staring.
Yamaguchi leaned over without any warning and pressed dry lips to Tsukishima’s
closed mouth, and Tsukki jolted his head back in surprise. Yamaguchi leaned
away again and tilted his head, red-faced and squinting at Tsukishima in
confusion.
Tsukishima squinted right back at him in a solid mixture of surprise,
embarrassment, and annoyance . What kind of idiot kisses someone with
absolutely no warning, and then breaks away looking confused themself?
Tsukishima’s plan had been to tease Yamaguchi a little bit, grab his hand, kiss
him when he turned to look at Tsukishima in surprise. Then he would keep
kissing him and Yamaguchi would get all red, and then Tsukishima would say
something like “Look at you, getting all excited.” Yamaguchi would probably
whine or tense up at that, and then Tsukishima would kiss him again and he
would open his mouth and they would do a super erotic kiss with tongues and
everything. That was about as far as Tsukishima had thought ahead, but he had
the set up and the mood going in the right direction and was taking all the
right steps.
Until Yamaguchi kissed him first, that is.
Tsukishima schooled his expression and stared coolly at Yamaguchi, seemingly
waiting for an explanation. Yamaguchi opened his eyes wide in surprise at that
and quickly leaned in again, steering his head towards Tsukishima’s.
Tsukishima immediately put up his free hand and caught Yamaguchi’s face, eyes
narrowing as he muttered, “Yamaguchi, what are you doing.”
“Huh? Did I get it wrong?” Yamaguchi’s voice was muffled behind his hand, so
Tsukishima let go of his face and brought both of his hands to his sides.
Yamaguchi’s earnestly confused face annoyed him, and he stared at him in
unimpressed impatience until Yamaguchi continued.
“Wasn’t that your ‘I want to kiss, so we’re gonna kiss’ face? Did I mess up?”
Yamaguchi turned redder with each word that he spoke in the face of
Tsukishima’s stare, and opened his mouth again to no doubt offer a “Sorry,
Tsukki.”
Tsukishima didn’t give him the chance, though, leaning forward and kissing
Yamaguchi forcefully in annoyance.
What kind of idiot kisses him, gets confused, and then insists he has a ‘wants
to kiss’ face? Yamaguchi was going to give him a headache, and Tsukishima’s own
red-as-hell face was merely a coincidence.
Yamaguchi grunted at Tsukishima’s forceful kiss, and his bottom lip kind of
hurt from it, but Tsukki had scooted forward until his leg was bent on the bed,
too, and their knees were pressed together. He had grabbed Yamaguchi’s forearm
with one hand, but he hadn’t really moved his lips. Yamaguchi raised his free
arm to sit on Tsukishima’s broad shoulder, and tried tilting his head to help
their faces slide together better. Tsukishima’s glasses dug into the side of
his cheek but Yamaguchi pushed forward a little bit, and he pushed back.
Tsukishima pushed forward a little too much, actually, and he started moving
his lips, but it was painful. Tsukki was kissing him with the full weight of
his head behind his mouth, and it was dry and his lips were mashed against his
teeth, but it was Tsukki kissing him so hard his lips hurt, so Yamaguchi stayed
quiet.
Tsukishima pulled back and panted, still not quite sure of how to breathe and
kiss at the same time. He eyed Yamaguchi’s swollen lips and leaned back in
after a few moments, pulling Yamaguchi’s forearm towards him and keeping his
mouth open this time as he kissed him. He tilted his head to try and slot their
mouths together better and moved his lips against Yamaguchi’s, but his bottom
teeth ended up catching on Yamaguchi’s bottom lip as he moved, pulling at the
tender skin painfully.
Yamaguchi jerked his head back at the sting, and Tsukishima leaned away too. He
stared hard as Yamaguchi curled his bottom lip over his teeth, panting as he
tongued experimentally at his freshly split lip. Tsukishima didn’t really want
to think too hard about how the thought of getting Yamaguchi’s blood in his
mouth didn’t even gross him out in that moment and how much he just wanted to
kiss again, so he tugged at Yamaguchi and raised his other hand to hold his
neck.
He slowly pushed his open mouth against Yamaguchi’s and his eyebrows furrowed
slightly at the coppery taste, but he licked further into Yamaguchi’s mouth,
rubbing against the slick inside of his teeth.  
Yamaguchi tried licking back, though he wasn’t sure if this was exactly what
tongue kissing was supposed to be like. It was… wet and loud, and he opened his
mouth as wide as possible so he could pant around Tsukishima’s tongue in his
mouth.
Tsukishima slid the hand on Yamaguchi’s thigh up his leg to poke his fingers
under the hem of Yamaguchi’s t-shirt, fingertips pressing heavy above
Yamaguchi’s pockets. Yamaguchi’s stomach tensed, and he hiccupped a small moan
into Tsukishima’s mouth.
Tsukishima took his tongue out of Yamaguchi’s mouth when multi-tasking between
copping a feel and kissing proved a little too advanced for him, pulling his
head back to pant . His glasses slid down his nose as he stared at his hand
sliding up Yamaguchi’s stomach, his shirt bunching up as it lifted around
Tsukishima’s wrist. Everything under Tsukishima’s palm tensed and jumped as he
moved, stopping at the ridges of Yamaguchi’s ribs.
Yamaguchi brought a hand to pull at the one gripping his neck, and Tsukishima
snapped his eyes up to look at him. Yamaguchi gulped and wedged his thumb under
Tsukishima’s palm before lifting his hand up, bringing it to sit on his thigh
where it met his pelvis immediately to the left of his dick. Tsukishima said
nothing, and Yamaguchi let go of his hold on Tsukishima’s hand to place it at
the top of Tsukishima’s thigh. He tilted his face down to watch his own hand as
it moved, but he peeked up at Tsukishima to speak, the bridge of his nose and
the tops of his cheeks absolutely burning.
“Tsukki,” he breathed out, “Tsukki, can we?”
His fingers twitched on Tsukishima’s thigh, and Tsukishima breathed out
sharply.
 He couldn’t believe Yamaguchi, getting the jump on him twice today.
He dragged his hand from underneath Yamaguchi’s shirt instead of responding
outright, tugging at the band of his warm-up pants. Yamaguchi let out a few
short breaths before lifting his hips off the bed, leaning his weight painfully
on the hand Tsukishima’s thigh. Tsukishima curled his fingers over the band of
Yamaguchi’s underwear and tugged them both down quickly, and Yamaguchi fell
back to the bed in surprise.
Tsukishima downright glaredat Yamaguchi’s exposed dick, Yamaguchi clenching his
fingers in the fabric of Tsukishima’s pants in embarrassment.
“You aren’t even hard,” Tsukishima noted in a flat voice, and Yamaguchi hunched
over and slapped his hands to his red, red face, groaning quietly in
embarrassment. Tsukishima sighed in response and lifted up his own hips,
tugging his warm-up pants and underwear down his thighs.
 He sat down on the bed again heavily, and hoped Yamaguchi would lower his
hands at the noise at least, but he didn’t, so Tsukishima sat there with his
dick out in silence. He felt like hunching over and covering his face too.
“Yamaguchi,” he said sharply, and Yamaguchi raised his head but didn’t lower
his hands. He called him again, and this time Yamaguchi slowly dragged his
hands down his face, breathing hard. He looked at Tsukishima’s face, and then
his chest, and then his naked hips and thighs and gulped again, this time
ending with an audible ‘ah’.
“Tsukki, I’m kind of hard now,” he reported, and he wouldn’t take his eyes off
of Tsukishima’s dick laying against his thigh. He sat up straighter and scooted
forward, knocking their knees together. Yamaguchi laid his hand on Tsukishima’s
bare thigh again hesitantly, inching his fingers up and studying Tsukishima’s
face seriously.
Tsukishima reached over quickly and grabbed Yamaguchi’s dick and stared at him
over the top of his glasses, muttering, “Yamaguchi, you’re too slow.”
Yamaguchi’s shoulders stiffened and he breathed out hard before nodding, and
wrapped his hand around Tsukishima’s dick too. He knocked their foreheads
together, his bangs pressing into Tsukishima’s eyebrows, and Tsukishima
narrowed his eyes.
He breathed in, readying himself, and then there was the sounds of heavy
footsteps, and a muffled voice, and then his door opened.
“Kei, get ready for di--,” his older brother called out, but the rest of the
words clogged in his throat. Tsukishima clenched his hands in panic, and
Yamaguchi doubled over, coughing in pain.
Tsukishima snatched his hand from Yamaguchi’s lap, turning his body to glare as
meanly as possible at his stupid older brother. Akiteru had slapped his hands
over his eyes but stood stock-still in the doorway, and Tsukishima was furious.
“Get out,” he muttered darkly, and Akiteru’s shoulders twitched as he took a
step back. The index finger of his left hand moved to his temple though, and he
peeked curiously at Yamaguchi doubled over on the bed.
“Isn’t that little Tadashi from school?”
 Tsukishima shot up from the bed immediately , trying to yank his pants up over
his now only half-hard dick as he went, and waddled quickly over to the door,
slamming it shut.
----
Akiteru had taken a few moments to gather himself before pivoting on his heel
and walking down the stairs as calmly as possible, calling out to his mom that
something came up and he would be back later as he walked quickly into his
shoes and out of the front door.
This is how Akiteru Tsukishima (college student, volleyball player,
embarrassing older brother) ended up sitting in front of a convenience store at
8 PM on a Saturday night, laughing so hard he cried. Every time he thought he
was finished, he would remember Kei power-waddling to the door and start
laughing all over again.
He walked home after another 20 minutes and slid into a seat at the table,
unable to listen to his what his mother was saying to him. The more Akiteru
considered what he had seen, the more troubled he had become.
No matter which way he spun it, there was no doubt in his mind that while this
incident didn’t mean his bratty little brother was no longer a good kid, it did
indicate that his bratty little brother was undeniably horrible at sex.
Akiteru laced his fingers in front of his face and stared seriously at the
table in front of him. He strongly remembered Kei staring murderously at the
dick he held, and he had clenched his hand around it in panic. Was Tadashi even
okay?
His mother set a plate down in front of him loudly, eyeing him expectantly and
he sighed and apologized.
“Both of you boys are being strange tonight, huh. Can you please talk to your
little brother later?” Akiteru flinched at his mother’s words, and could feel
his palms start to sweat at the thought of her having walked in on Kei and his
best (only?) friend giving each other uncomfortable handjobs.
“When he and Tadashi came down for dinner earlier, they were both red and out
of breath, and Kei looked mad. Tadashi even had blood on his lip! Do you think
they had a fight?”
Kei had given Tadashi a bloody lip when they were trying to get each other off…
Kei had squeezed that poor kid’s penis like he was juicing a lemon…
For the first time in years, Akiteru Tsukishima (college student, volleyball
player, reliable older son) felt thoroughly embarrassed of his younger brother.
End Notes
     dedicated once again (ALWAYS) to the dumpster kids on twitter, who
     are TRASHY FANDOM ADULT ANGELS (all of those qualities are important
     to me). the yamaguchi split lip (aka the only hot thing in this fic)
     is them being a wonderful and truly genius think tank. i didn’t work
     in the awkward fumbly handjobs because it would’ve been another 1000
     words, knowing me, but i hope this makes them even vaguely happy.
     even like 1/6 of a smile will satisfy me.
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