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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Hinata_Shouyou/Kageyama_Tobio
  Character:
      Hinata_Shouyou, Kageyama_Tobio
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Experimentation, Sexual_Experimentation, Masturbation,
      Accidental_Voyeurism, Voyeurism, Mutual_Masturbation, Touching, Frottage,
      Porn_with_Feelings, Kags_is_a_Sap_Really, Consensual_Underage_Sex,
      Teenage_Dorks, teenage_sex, Post-Coital_Cuddling, discovering_feelings,
      Awkward_Sexual_Situations, awkward_teenagers, Hinata_Has_No_Shame, Pages
      and_Pages_of_Sex_Honestly, Horny_Teenagers, Boys_Will_Be_Boys, There_is
      Some_Volleyball_in_Here_Too, In_Which_Kags_Likes_Hinata_More_than
      Volleyball, In_Which_Hinata_Likes_Kags_More_than_Volleyball_Too, Cute,
      cuteness, Silly_Boys, In_Which_Kags_May_Need_to_Invest_in_More_Tissue
      Boxes, Thank_God_Kags'_Parents_are_at_the_Other_End_of_the_House
      AMIRITE?, I_Don't_Even_Know, Please_Don't_Kill_Me, I_Love_These_Two
      Together_So_Much_It_Hurts
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-19 Words: 7387
****** a game we both could win ******
by kagome_angel
Summary
     If he were a decent guy, he’d pretend this wasn’t happening, but
     apparently he's not really a decent guy.
     It's an accident, initially. But it spirals into something else, and
     it's incredibly easy to get lost in it.
     (It's just a game, right?)
     (Of course not.)
Notes
     The boys are teenagers, both fifteen in this particular fic.
     Everything is consensual between the two of them, but if the idea of
     sex between boys this age bothers you, please steer clear (and I
     completely understand if it sways you from reading). This idea would
     NOT leave me alone, and of course they have to be competitive about
     it. :D
It’s half past ten and Kageyama’s nearly ready to give up on the idea of
getting any sleep tonight—he blames it on Hinata and Hinata’s seemingly
limitless amount of energy and his ability to talk about anything and
everything for hours at a time; it’s exhausting just listening to him. He’s the
human equivalent of a rubber ball bouncing around in an empty room, and in this
instance, Kageyama just happens to be all four of the walls that receive the
impact.
Secretly, he doesn’t mind so much. Not that he’d tell Hinata, because then that
would give him some reason to think he’s won something, and that’ll mess with
their numbers and Kageyama can’t have that.
He’s never had a friend over to spend the night. He’s never been close enough
to anyone to even remotely consider the possibility. Hinata’s parents are on a
vacation for just the two of them until Saturday afternoon, and instead of
going with his sister to stay with their aunt, he’d opted to ask Tobio if he’d
mind ‘putting up with him’ for a few nights, enthusiastically tacking on,
“It’ll be really fun!”
Tobio had been almost shocked that Hinata had asked him, and he’d momentarily
entertained the idea of immediately turning him down because considering how
much they can bicker at practice, it only makes sense that the chance of
further squabbling would increase exponentially in relation to the amount of
time they spent together, right? Right.
On the other hand, it could give them more opportunities to practice volleyball
together.
Instead of letting the words, “No, you idiot,” roll off his tongue as he’d been
somewhat tempted to do, he’d just shrugged and replied, “I’ll ask my parents.”
(Hinata had seemed just as surprised by Kageyama’s response as Kageyama had
been surprised over the fact that Hinata had asked to stay over.)
His parents had agreed, and so now, here they are. It’s Monday night, and it’s
a little after half past ten, and Hinata has finally decided to be quiet and go
to sleep, and all Tobio can do in the silence is think of how strange it is for
it to be so quiet after listening to Hinata ramble and giggle in the darkness.
Some part of him misses the chatter, oddly enough. He’d done some whispering of
his own, although admittedly most of it had been shushing Shouyou, worrying
that he would get too loud and upset his parents even though they’re at the
other end of the house. He’d spent most of the time just listening, though, and
calling Hinata a dumbass (because some things never change).
Even now, knowing that he needs to sleep, part of him wishes that Hinata were
still awake and still going on about the Little Giant or pork buns or whatever
movie it was he’d been talking about… even though months ago, Kageyama probably
would have liked nothing more than to stuff a sock in his mouth and tell him to
shut the hell up.
(There are still times when that particular option seems to be within the realm
of possibilities, but it’s less and less these days.)
He’s very much aware of the Hinata’s presence here in the room with him, even
though the other boy has been quiet for several minutes now; it’s simply the
knowing that Shouyou is here with him, several feet away. It’s not like they
haven’t been asleep in the same room before; they’ve been to training camps.
They’ve slept beside each other before.
(And Kageyama’s always been aware of his presence, always; but it has been
changing, becoming more than it had been, or maybe more of what it always had
been; he can’t begin to understand the hows or the whys and he doesn’t try to
delve into it except in moments like this, when he knows he ought to be
sleeping. Hell, he could at least think about volleyball instead, but even
those thoughts inevitably lead him back to Hinata.)
He’s finally, finally beginning to drift off when he hears a sound and is
instantly alert and perfectly still, listening, not daring to breathe for a
moment.
He hears it again: a soft, barely-there, not-quite whimper. He almost sighs in
frustration but doesn’t, wonders if Hinata’s dreaming, and if so, what about.
(Probably volleyball.)
Kageyama begins to relax again, closing his eyes and slip-sliding back into
almost-sleep when sounds once more pull him back from dreamland; his eyes snap
open and he hears the rustling of Hinata’s blankets and then a low, muffled
groan. He’s ready to open his mouth and yell at Hinata to stop making racket
when Hinata’s breath hitches and Kageyama’s lips part, though not to yell.
The reality of what Hinata’s doing, just feet away from him, sinks in and he
feels himself growing hot all over, not quite knowing if he’s embarrassed for
Shouyou or embarrassed that he’s accidentally eavesdropping. Because it’s not
intentional. At least, not at first.
See… if he were a decent person, he’d make every effort to ignore all of this;
he gets it; they’re both teenage boys and it isn’t like he hasn’t done this
before—not when he’s had company, but Hinata more than likely believes he’s
down for the count and he would have been, except—
Hinata makes another one of those muffled little moans and Kageyama bites down
hard on his lip, heat pooling in his abdomen. If he were a decent guy, he’d
pretend this wasn’t happening; he’d let Hinata take care of himself with no
reaction to it whatsoever, but apparently he’s not really a decent guy because
here he is, lying flat on his back in the darkness of his bedroom, eyes open
and breathing all funny and irregular (and as quiet as he can possibly make
it), his own body feeling like it’s on fire as he listens to Hinata Shouyou
touch himself.
He hears a shuddering moan and then everything stops except for Hinata’s soft
panting. Kageyama swallows hard, squirming a little, barely resisting the urge
to touch himself.
There’s more rustling of the covers and Hinata’s up and moving, quickly and
quietly crossing the room and exiting, presumably heading to the bathroom.
Kageyama releases a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding and he rolls over
onto his right side, grinding his teeth in frustration which is directed wholly
at himself. Or his body. Whatever.
Hinata returns moments later and resettles. He’s asleep within minutes—Kageyama
can tell because of the way his breathing changes. Well, at least one of them
will get some rest tonight, it seems.
Because it’s a little after eleven and Kageyama’s body aches and he’s pretty
damn sure he isn’t going to go to sleep anytime soon.
~*~
He can’t focus during practice the next day. His gaze keeps unintentionally
wandering to Hinata at the most inopportune and inappropriate of moments, and
the dumbass notices, which only makes things that much worse.
“What’s wrong with you today?” Hinata eventually asks when they’re meant to be
taking a break and rehydrating, and he looks genuinely clueless, not that that
isn’t his norm. Hinata looks genuinely clueless at least ninety-two percent of
the time.
His obliviousness affects Kageyama more than he’d like to admit.
“Didn’t sleep well,” he replies tersely, his eyes not meeting Shouyou’s. He can
feel himself blushing and hates that Hinata will notice that too. He wants to
hide his face or scream or punch Hinata, or grab him and do something else
incredibly reckless, but well, that’s rather out of the question, isn’t it?
“Eh? Wh—” Hinata cuts himself off before he can even finish the question, and
suddenly he’s blushing too, realization obviously hitting him full-force and
bringing his thoughts to a screeching halt.
For a moment, neither of them says anything. Tobio’s fingers tighten their hold
on his water bottle and Hinata has the decency to look equal parts ashamed and
apologetic, but that doesn’t last long. Of course it doesn’t.
“I like… that it’s distracting you,” Hinata suddenly blurts, and he’s still
blushing, but there’s a look of almost-wonder in his eyes and there is perhaps
the tiniest, self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
Kageyama feels his face grow hotter. Distracting doesn’t seem like strong
enough a word, but vocabulary has never been a terribly strong point for him
and he doesn’t want to give Hinata any more reasons to boast.
“Maybe we’ll see how distracted you feel tomorrow,” Kageyama says before he can
think, before he can lose his courage. He doesn’t know what sort of game
they’re now playing at—he just knows that he wants to make Hinata feel like he
feels, right now.
Shouyou swallows audibly hard, and then break is over and it’s time to get back
to practice.
Kageyama can’t get that knowing little smirk out of his head, thinks he sees
Hinata wearing it again at some point during practice when their eyes meet.
And it – whatever it is – is fucking on.
Everything is relatively normal between them for the rest of the day, until
it’s time for bed. They brush their teeth in relative silence and head down the
hallway for Kageyama’s bedroom. It’s the same as the night before—Kageyama
slips into his bed and Hinata takes the futon.
They don’t speak. Tobio’s heart is hammering in his chest and his movements are
jerky, nervous. He can hear Hinata’s breathing and he knows that he is as wide
awake as Kageyama himself is.
He thinks about what he’d said to Hinata earlier, thinks about the payback,
wonders if he’ll even be able to go through with it because suddenly there are
a million butterflies in his stomach and this is Hinata and isn’t it wrong--?
Except… it doesn’t feel wrong. It feels new and different and the butterflies
are there in his stomach because he’s excited but along the same vein, he
doesn’t want to screw anything up.
He’s a pretty sore loser though (Hinata knows this) and he refuses to go back
on his word. Besides, he has this idea that Hinata’s waiting and it’s rude to
keep guests waiting, right?
He thinks of last night, and how he’d figured out exactly what Shouyou had been
doing. He remembers the muffled sounds Hinata had made, and perhaps he should
be alarmed that the thought of Hinata touching himself makes him leak pre-cum
and makes him throb in the confines of his underwear and pajama pants. He isn’t
alarmed by it, though, not even a little.
(And okay, maybe the lack of it is a little jarring.)
Beneath his blankets, he brushes his fingers over his erection and there is no
stopping the soft groan that slips past his lips. He palms himself and he
squeezes and it’s good, but it isn’t enough. So he pushes the covers out of the
way and he shoves his pants and underwear down to his thighs. His erection
springs free, and this time he touches bare skin with his fingers, and he moans
low in the back of his throat, his hips bucking upwards into the contact.
He hears Hinata’s breath catch in the quiet space between them, feels those
eyes on him even in the dark, and he begins to stroke himself, maddeningly slow
initially, but he can’t keep up with the leisurely pace for long because he
needs to come; he’d ignored the need last night, and now it is a roaring thing,
refusing to be unheeded.
He bites back the sounds that threaten to spill from his lips as he tightens
his grip on himself, swiping his thumb over the head every now and again,
smearing the pre-cum, making his movements slick, faster. Tobio wonders what
Hinata’s thinking, wonders if hearing him do this affects Hinata in the same
manner than hearing Hinata do it had affected him last night.
Kageyama thinks of Hinata getting aroused, imagines (hopes) that he’s hard
right now, thinks of what it might be like to see him instead of just hear him,
and that does it for him—the mental image tips him right over the edge and he’s
coming hard, shuddering as hot stripes of cum splatter onto his hand and lower
abdomen, where his shirt has ridden up.
He is left panting in the darkness, his body quivering in the aftermath as he
tries his best to catch his breath. He realizes as he is laying there than he’s
never come that hard before, wonders why it’s so different just because someone
is in the room with him and can hear.
Not just someone though, Hinata.
He knows, without even having to think about it, that it wouldn’t feel like
this, if it had been anyone else. He wouldn’t had done this, if it had been
anyone else. He knows this, and yet some small part of him rebels, giving the
excuse that he just can’t stand the idea of Hinata Shouyou ‘winning’ and
getting the final say.
Kageyama Tobio knows that this is so much bigger than just that.
He reaches for the box of tissues on the nightstand, grabs a handful of them,
and hastily cleans himself up before he readjusts his clothing and his blankets
and rolls over onto his side, closing his eyes. He can hear Hinata, can hear
how his breathing is coming in soft, quick, almost-pants. He wonders if Hinata
will touch himself now too, or if he will just try to ignore the ache he might
now feel, as Kageyama had done last night.
He falls asleep still contemplating this, and almost wishes he had been brave
enough to cross the distance between them (not that he has any idea whatsoever
of what he would have done if he had)… but—
The ball’s in Hinata’s court now, isn’t it?
~*~
Kageyama’s actions from the night before have the intended effect: Hinata’s
incredibly distracted during practice, which is evidenced by him missing blocks
and receives left and right (not that this is terribly outside of his norm, but
still). His serves are even more awful than usual and Kageyama certainly isn’t
the only one who notices. Even Sugawara has to pause to ask if Hinata’s all
right, and the brat has the gall to semi-scowl in Kageyama’s direction,
although there is certainly something in those brown orbs that belies what
might otherwise pass as a glower. There is something in those eyes that makes
Tobio’s breath catch.
And it isn’t like he can gloat much about Hinata’s current state of being—after
all, he’s a bit distracted himself. As much as he loves volleyball, he is
surprisingly and thoroughly enjoying this, watching Hinata watch him. It makes
him feel something that volleyball certainly doesn’t, and he is pretty sure
that Hinata gets it, too.
That night, they stand a little closer to each other when they’re getting ready
for bed. They aren’t quite touching, and it’s almost strange how Kageyama has
come to realize that he enjoys the proximity.
His stomach is doing somersaults as they head to his bedroom, and things repeat
themselves: Kageyama crawls into his bed, and Hinata kneels down and takes his
place on the futon, blankets rustling as he presumably makes himself
comfortable.
His eyes are beginning to adjust to the overall darkness of the room when his
ears pick up on the sound of Hinata shifting around. The moon is out tonight,
its light streaming through the blinds, illuminating Shouyou’s path, and yes,
he’s moving, crossing the space between them. The mattress dips slightly as
Hinata’s weight is added to it, and Kageyama sits up, biting his lip as he
waits for something, anything, his body very much aware that Hinata is right
here, on his bed, with him.
“I--” Hinata falters, as if at a loss for words for a moment, and then: “I
heard you last night. I know you wanted me to. I wanted to see. I wanted to
watch you. Can I do that now?”
Kageyama’s body’s reaction to the question is instantaneous; sharp spikes of
heat and want go straight to his groin and he has to take a shaky, steadying
breath before he answers.
“Yes,” he says without thinking, the word coming out throaty and affected.
Almost as an afterthought he tacks on, “But I get to watch you too.” He wants
to do more, wants to touch more than anything, and wants to be pissed over the
fact that, out of all the people he could possibly feel this desperate over,
it’s Hinata Shouyou, the dumbass, but he can’t be angry because he’s too busy
losing himself in this already. The force of his own arousal is slightly
dizzying, and he is glad that he isn’t currently on his feet.
It’s fitting though, in a way (if he pauses to think about it), that Hinata is
the one that makes him feel like this, makes him feel like it’s okay to drop
his guard and just be anything and everything that he really is.
At the moment, what Kageyama really is just happens to be incredibly turned on.
“Yeah,” Hinata answers and his voice is heavy, lower than it usually is, and
damn if that doesn’t affect Kageyama too.
Tobio reaches for the lamp on his nightstand and flicks the switch, and
suddenly they are both blinking at the additional light, and even though it’s
initially annoying, Kageyama’s glad for it, because he can see much better now.
He can see the flush on Shouyou’s cheeks. He can see how Hinata’s licking his
lips and staring right back at him, gaze unwavering, and as he allows his eyes
to follow the line of Hinata’s body, he can see that the other boy is hard
(just as Kageyama himself already is), his erection straining against the cloth
of his pajamas. Again, Kageyama feels the need to touch but he keeps his hands
to himself, because tonight it’s Hinata’s turn to set the tone and the pace,
and even though Kageyama doesn’t really know what the hell this game is that
they are playing, much less what the rules might be, it feels right to let
Hinata have what he wants in this moment, and what he wants is to watch, right?
Kageyama reaches down, palming himself through his pajamas, and the contact,
even through the layers of clothing, has him groaning softly and arching up,
seeking more friction, so the next brush of his hand isn’t as tentative—it’s
firmer and it’s better but he wants and needs more. He can feel Hinata’s eyes
on him, can hear his breathing so much better now, close and heavy, and his own
heart is pounding loud in his ears.
He slips that same hand under the waistband of his pajamas and his briefs,
wrapping his fingers around his erection and tugging, and even though he bites
down on his lip it isn’t enough to stifle the shaky sigh that he emits.
“Dummy,” Hinata says and the word comes out all rough-sounding and it makes
Kageyama’s balls tighten. There’s no real bite to the insult. “I want to see,
and you aren’t letting me.”
Either Hinata’s impatience is contagious, or Kageyama just wants them to be on
equal footing. “Neither are you,” he points out, even as he tugs at the string
at his waist and shoves his pants and underwear down in one fluid motion. He
picks up where he left off, skin on skin now.
For a moment, Hinata just stares at him, lips slightly parted and eyes dark and
heated. Kageyama knows that he’s flushed crimson and he hates it, but Hinata
looking at him the way he is makes him shiver, makes his dick twitch in his
hand, and he knows that Hinata sees it.
And then Hinata’s shoving clothing down and out of the way and well what do you
know, Kageyama can’t help but do some staring of his own. Hinata is hard and
leaking pre-cum and again, he’s almost overwhelmed with the desire to touch but
he only watches as Hinata does it instead, watches as Hinata begins to slowly
stroke himself, his eyes not leaving Kageyama.
It’s incredibly different, watching Shouyou do this instead of just hearing him
do it. It’s incredibly different, knowing that Hinata is watching him, too, and
not just listening. It’s more, and it makes something deep in Kageyama’s lower
abdomen clench and curl, spurs him to work his hand over himself faster, and he
doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t try to make himself last. He’s watching Hinata touch
himself, watching Hinata’s hand match the pace Kageyama himself has set, and
god, the way Hinata looks and sounds right now, eyes wild and soft noises of
pleasure working their way out of his throat—
Tobio comes abruptly, making a bit of a mess of his shirt and dripping onto his
mattress, but he doesn’t focus on that. What he does focus on is the way
Hinata’s body seizes up, his eyes slamming shut and his hips working, bucking
up into his hand as he shudders apart, and Kageyama wonders how Hinata would
look if he were the one touching him, wonders if it would make it that much
more intense for Hinata.
The thought makes his spent cock twitch.
Kageyama hands him a few tissues after the trembling has subsided and their
breathing has calmed somewhat. He snatches a few for himself and thinks that if
they keep this up, he is going to need to invest in more tissue boxes.
“G’night,” Hinata mumbles tiredly after cleaning himself up, leaning briefly
against Kageyama and nuzzling before heading back to the futon on obviously
shaky legs.
“Goodnight,” Kageyama softly returns as he switches the lamp off and once again
plunges the room into mostly-darkness, save for the moonlight.
Beneath the covers, his fingers itch. He’s satisfied one need for now but not
the other. He still wants to touch Hinata.
He balls his hands into fists at his sides and tries to ignore the roaring ache
he feels.
(And he shouldn’t feel it, he shouldn’t, not like this, right?)
He’s looking forward to tomorrow night.
~*~
Volleyball always makes him happy, always makes him excited. Even practice is
always fun for him, and he always looks forward to it.
Today, he’s looking forward to what happens after practice, what happens
tonight; this week, with Hinata staying over, he has (unexpectedly) had quite a
lot more to look forward to than he’s ever remotely bargained for, not that
he’s complaining. Quite the opposite actually, even though some part of him
probably should be complaining, especially given the fact that Hinata’s
involved, but….
His palms still itch, and the sensation only intensifies every time he tosses
to Hinata, every time Hinata’s hand connects with his toss, every time their
eyes meet after a successful quick (they’re doing pretty damn good today).
Looking at Shouyou, he can tell that the other boy feels it too… maybe not
exactly this but something similar. Something akin to his own feelings, and
that makes it simultaneously ten thousand times better and ten thousand times
more agonizing because Kageyama has never actually been the most patient person
on the planet. How is it that Hinata could have caused all of this in him in a
mere few days’ worth of time?!
He isn’t the brightest person on the planet either, he knows, but he has sense
enough to realize that this isn’t exactly new, and having not been terribly
surprised by the intensity of the need he has been feeling… Kageyama is pretty
sure he understands.
Listening to Hinata pleasure himself had merely been a catalyst for the
realization that would have dawned on him eventually, anyway. There is
something to be said about inevitability, and Kageyama hears it loud and clear.
He has the choice of accepting it or trying to ignore it; he could attempt to
lie to himself, but he’s a piss-poor liar and with everything that has already
happened in the few nights that Hinata has spent with him… what’s the point,
really?
There’s too much quiet as they settle down for the evening; even the click of
the lamp being turned on sounds unnaturally loud in the room.
“Hinata,” Tobio begins, anticipation making his voice tremble just the
slightest amount, “come here.”
Hinata peers at him over one of his blankets, looking utterly ridiculous, his
hair falling into his eyes and Kageyama is helpless to stop the sudden rush of
affection at seeing him like this; something tightens and releases sweetly in
the center of his chest and he forgets for a moment to breathe, until Hinata
stubbornly responds with: “You come here.”
Kageyama huffs, but doesn’t try to hide his small smirk. Dumbass, he thinks but
doesn’t say. He remembers how Hinata had come to him last night and well… to be
fair….
He slips out of bed and crosses the space between them, stopping only once he’s
reached the futon and he squats down, watching as Hinata pushes the blankets
down and makes room for him, gazing at him expectantly – perhaps even hopefully
– once Kageyama’s settled.
Tobio’s kneeling in front of Shouyou, whose breath has suddenly quickened;
Kageyama watches the rise and the fall of his chest, suddenly wanting to put
his hands everywhere.
“Can I…” he trails off, licking at suddenly dry lips before trying again, “Can
I touch you?” It feels important to ask; Kageyama desperately needs to know
that they are on the same page here.
Hinata nods wordlessly, as if he doesn’t trust his voice, and Kageyama starts
by reaching a minutely-trembling hand out and resting it against Hinata’s
cheek. It’s warm and flushed. Tobio’s blushing too, but he hardly pays
attention to that as he lets his fingers map a trail from Hinata’s cheek down
to his jaw and back up again, over his lips, which part slightly at the
contact. Shouyou is watching him, eyes half-lidded, and Tobio doesn’t know what
he’s doing, not really, but he knows what he wants to do, and he leans in
closer, replacing his fingers with his mouth, liking the sound Hinata makes as
he does so.
It’s tentative (initially, at least) and it’s slow and Hinata tastes like
Kageyama’s toothpaste and something sweet mingled with it; it starts shallow
and gradually deepens until their tongues are brushing, demanding, warm and
wet, and Shouyou’s hands are in his hair, pulling, bringing him closer, and
Kageyama dizzily thinks they should have started here, with this, instead of
how they’ve been going about it, or instead of how things were done last night.
However, this is where they are now, clinging to one another as their lips part
only to collide again, and Hinata’s squirming against him and panting (or hell,
maybe he’s the one who’s panting) and Kageyama moves his hands, slides them
down
Hinata’s front and then around, slipping under the back of Hinata’s shirt to
touch soft, warm skin.
Hinata shivers against him, says his first name so softly that Kageyama almost
doesn’t catch it, and then they’re kissing again while Tobio’s fingers trail up
and down the line of Shouyou’s backbone.
Kageyama eventually tugs at the shirt, wanting it out of the way, and Hinata is
readily cooperative, not remotely hesitant as he lifts his arms and helps
remove the article of clothing.
Tobio’s eyes rake over Hinata’s chest and lower, appreciating the lean muscle
that he finds there (Hinata is just as athletically-inclined as Kageyama
himself, if not even more so) before traveling lower still to the very
noticeable bulge in Shouyou’s thin pajama pants. He lets his right hand follow
the same trail his eyes had taken, his touch raising goosebumps along bare
skin.
He reaches the front of Hinata’s pants and touches him through them, feeling
him hot and hard and Hinata moans, tipping his head back and closing his eyes.
With his throat exposed like this, Kageyama has the strange urge to bite—
He follows through with the action before he can even fully form the thought,
teeth sinking lightly into skin as he massages Hinata’s balls and Hinata wails,
which makes
Tobio shudder and bite harder. Shouyou doesn’t seem to mind; he’s got one hand
in Kageyama’s hair and the other is grasping at the back of Tobio’s shirt and
his hips—his hips are rocking up into Kageyama’s touches, and the fabric
beneath Kageyama’s palm is wet with further evidence of Hinata’s arousal, and
the sheer thought alone that Tobio can do this to him makes his stomach clench
with need and makes him throb and ache.
“Tobio,” Hinata gasps, all shivery and almost-desperate, and Kageyama gets it,
slips his hand beneath cloth to touch bare skin, to curl his fingers and
stroke, and Hinata’s restlessly moving against him, seeking out more of what
Kageyama’s more than willing to give, and it’s incredibly good, but Tobio also
feels that he needs to see, so he tugs at Hinata’s pajama pants and it throws
Hinata off-balance and they go down like a couple of dominoes on the futon,
Hinata laughing unnecessarily loud and prompting Kageyama to shush him even
though his parents’ room is at the opposite end of the house and Kageyama’s
laughing too.
Everything is simultaneously light and heavy and Hinata’s kissing him before
he’s wriggling out of the rest of his clothes and then Tobio’s just staring,
much as he had the night before, and then he can’t keep his hands off
Shouyou—he’s got one wrapped around his cock and the other is massaging his
sac, and Hinata’s leaking pre-cum onto his skin and onto the blankets beneath,
and Kageyama’s own pulse is pounding a staccato rhythm through his body—
And then Hinata’s hands are on him too. One on his chest and one on his length
and he’s rubbing him through his pajamas and his briefs and Hinata’s shakily
whispering, “I want to touch you too. Can I?”
For an instant, Kageyama’s brain short-circuits and he feels his body
temperature rise from hot to super-nova and he definitely doesn’t trust his
voice enough to answer so he just nods, much as Shouyou had done earlier, and
then he’s helping Hinata rid him of the clothing covering the lower portion of
his body. In order to do this, he has to remove his hands from Hinata, which
doesn’t make him very happy, but then they’re touching each other again and
they’re kissing and making soft sounds of pleasure into the
kiss and Kageyama’s pretty damn sure he’s found something that he enjoys doing
with Hinata even more than he enjoys playing volleyball with him.
He lets that sink in a moment, lets himself realize the heavy meaning of it,
but then Shouyou’s stroking him faster and Tobio can’t think at all, can’t do
anything but feel.
He can tell when Hinata’s close; he can tell because Hinata tenses like a
bowstring and goes all quiet as Kageyama continues to work him over, and then
he’s muffling his cry against Kageyama’s shoulder as he comes, shuddering and
panting, and even in the midst of his own orgasm, he keeps his hand on Tobio,
keeps on stroking him, and it doesn’t take long at all. It’s the visual of
Hinata falling apart and it’s the knowledge that Kageyama has caused it that
makes him reach that peak himself, and he readily tumbles right off of it,
letting Hinata catch him as he falls.
It probably should bother him more than it does that his shirt’s a proper mess
now. They’re both sweaty and breathing heavily and holding onto each other as
they come down, and they could probably both use a shower at this point but
they settle for tissues and then they sneak into the bathroom and clean up a
little more with warm washcloths. Tobio opts to leave the shirt that they’ve
just messed up in his bedroom for now instead of taking it to the laundry room,
and Hinata kisses him quickly and softly and mumbles,
“Goodnight,” before retreating to the futon once more.
Kageyama’s blushing as he settles into his bed and turns the lamp off.
“Goodnight,” he replies, rolling onto his right side and sighing.
He has this sneaking feeling that something is off, missing, not quite right,
but he’s asleep before he can put his finger on whatever it might be.
~*~
They are more themselves at practice the next day, and it’s no doubt a relief
for their teammates. They’re back to bickering in the middle of rotations
again, and Kageyama’s right back to calling Hinata a dumbass every five minutes
or so… never mind that the insult is perhaps a little softer around the edges;
perhaps it’s uttered a little more fondly than Kageyama would ever admit to.
They’re on point with their quick attack today too. If anything, Tobio’s even
more attuned to Shouyou’s movements, and it works to their advantage.
He and Hinata stay after practice to clean up, and his eyes linger on Hinata’s
body as they change out of their practice uniforms. He wonders what Hinata has
planned for tonight, if anything. He wonders if this… whatever it is… is still
going on, or if they’ve broken even, or—
Hinata’s almost-secretive smile doesn’t give much away, but he knows
something’s up, so he supposes he will just have to wait and see.
He’s a bit on edge for the rest of the evening… not that he supposes it can be
helped. However, he thinks he pulls of something akin to relative normalcy, at
least while in the presence of his parents.
He’s pretty sure he’s not fooling Hinata in the slightest, though.
It maybe ought to get under his skin a bit more than it actually does—but it’s
difficult to be too awfully bothered, especially when they’re (finally) alone
together in Tobio’s bedroom and Hinata is suddenly, incredibly close. He’s
invading Kageyama’s space and pulling him down, throwing him completely off-
balance and Kageyama nearly flails (completely gracelessly) and almost
embarrassingly squawks, but actually manages to keep himself relatively upright
and he begins to scold Hinata, ready to call him every awful name in the book—
Hinata’s mouth finds his in the darkness and amidst the minor chaos,
effectively shutting Tobio up and spurring him into another type of action
altogether. He licks at the seam of Hinata’s lips and there’s no hesitation;
Hinata opens to and for him and when their tongues meet Kageyama swears he
feels something just as strong as electricity crackle down his spine.
Hinata is pliant but not exactly submissive; he kisses Kageyama with fervor,
hands moving everywhere, from his hair to his arms to his abdomen and lower,
and Kageyama groans into the kiss, his hips pressing forward, into Hinata’s
touch, his knees nearly buckling (and it shouldn’t feel so damn good to be
touched by Shouyou like this but oh god, it does).
But those hands are moving again, not staying where Tobio wants them (but that
isn’t exactly true because he wants those hands everywhere), slipping under his
shirt and skittering along bare skin. Tobio breaks away from the kiss just long
enough to rid himself of his shirt, to give Hinata’s hands freedom to roam
without hindrance, and then he’s back to kissing him again and Hinata’s smiling
into the kiss, fingers trailing anywhere and everywhere they please, and
Kageyama’s making quiet noises of pleasure against Hinata’s mouth, unable to
help himself.
(He thinks for just an instant that Hinata might give him hell for it later,
but even if the other boy chooses to tease him mercilessly, it’s probably worth
it.)
They spend several moments like this, lips and hands exploring, and when Tobio
dares to slip a hand between them and below clothing, fingers closing around
Hinata’s erection and giving one languid, firm stroke, Hinata hisses and buries
his face in Kageyama’s chest, his smaller body trembling and then arching up
into the touch.
Tobio is happy to spend more time here, like this, listening to the sounds
Shouyou makes for him, but the other boy clearly has other plans. Between one
breath and the next, he’s pushing Kageyama towards the bed, and once Kageyama’s
body has made contact with the mattress, Hinata’s settling onto his lap and
it’s all lips and hands again: Shouyou’s cupping his face and kissing him
thoroughly, and Tobio’s got two fistfuls of Hinata’s sleep shirt and he’s
holding on, pulling him impossibly closer.
Shouyou rocks his hips once; it seems experimental, and it makes Kageyama break
away from the kiss and groan. He looks at Hinata, watches as those hips roll
again, and this time it is obviously very deliberate.
Hinata’s gazing at him through his lashes and he looks incredibly good like
this, messy hair and kiss-swollen lips, eyes full of dark promise and a
thousand questions.
“Good?” Hinata pants, rocking his hips again, and ohhh, Tobio can’t answer,
can’t do much of anything other than return the gesture. He’s hard and he wants
and the friction between them is way better than he could have imagined, and he
thinks it could probably be even better without all of the clothing in the way.
He pushes Hinata off of his lap and for a split second sees fear and rejection
in those eyes and it hits him hard, makes something in his chest squeeze
painfully.
“It’s okay,” he says roughly, needing to reassure. “I just want these off.” He
wriggles out of the remainder of his clothing and the look of relief on
Hinata’s face is a strange sort of beautiful.
Shouyou shoves his pants and underwear down his legs and kicks them off the
rest of the way. He removes his shirt last, tossing it aside, and then he looks
at Kageyama, biting his bottom lip. He seems to be waiting for something.
So Tobio reaches for him, tugging him back onto his lap and ohhh yes, it feels
even better without all of the fabric between them.
Hinata’s clutching at him and moving his hips and making these sounds and it’s
dizzying, how good it is, and then Hinata licks his right palm, slipping it
between them, giving Kageyama a few slow strokes before doing the same to
himself.
“Move with me, ‘Yama,” he whispers, and Kageyama’s helpless to do anything
apart from what both of them want.
They rock together on Tobio’s bed, foreheads touching, lips connecting every so
often. The contact between their hips is a little different now, made slick
with saliva and pre-cum, and together they find a rhythm, and it’s almost
embarrassing, how quickly and easily Shouyou can reduce him to hitched breaths
and low moans, his body moving of its own accord, not merely heading for
release but barreling towards it, and he knows he isn’t going to last long, but
if Hinata’s whimpers and sloppy kisses and the way his hips are beginning to
stutter every now and then are any indication, he isn’t far behind Tobio.
Hinata’s teeth sink into his shoulder as blunt nails dig into his back and the
sharp little pinpricks of pain somehow only add to the pleasure.
Tobio comes hard, his cock throbbing, twitching, and his release adds more
slickness between them but this doesn’t seem to bother Hinata at all; he just
moves his hips faster, pressing open-mouthed kisses to Kageyama’s shoulder and
neck as he gets closer, and Kageyama’s still moving with him, whispering,
“Shouyou,” and “come for me,” and then Hinata’s shuddering and coming and
sagging against Kageyama while the both of them attempt to catch their breath.
They disentangle themselves from one another eventually, and then it’s time for
tissues and a trip to the bathroom. The warmth of the wet washcloth on his skin
lulls Kageyama into sleepiness, and he glances over at Hinata as the shorter
boy is pulling on the last bit of his clothing. The nightlight illuminates his
features, and his grin is tired but very, very happy. Kageyama has only ever
seen him look this happy while playing volleyball. Tobio feels himself grin in
response—he can’t help it. His chest feels full to bursting with something, and
he doesn’t fully understand it, but knows it has everything to do with this
orange-haired dumbass who’s standing on shaky legs and smiling so sweetly at
him that it hurts.
They sneak back to Kageyama’s bedroom and he grabs the shirt that he’d
discarded earlier, tugging it back on, and when Hinata moves to head for the
futon, Tobio reaches out, loosely but imploringly curling his fingers around
Hinata’s wrist.
“C’mere,” he mumbles, leading Hinata to the bed and tugging him down onto the
mattress with him. Hinata follows without complaint, immediately making himself
comfortable, curling against Kageyama’s side.
Abruptly, Kageyama realizes that the lack of this is what felt off last night,
what felt ‘missing’. He’s struck by how not-weird this feels having Hinata
close like this, and after everything they’ve done together over the past few
days, it’s this realization (this sensation of how right this feels) that sends
anxiety shooting through his veins like ice water.
It’s Shouyou, of course, who breaks the tension and interrupts his momentary
internal panic. “So,” he drawls and then he yawns, “are you keeping score?”
Unbelievable.
Kageyama can’t help the snort that escapes him. “I think in this case, we’re
pretty even.”
Hinata stretches a little, his hair tickling Tobio’s face. “I think I’m okay
with that.”
The silence stretches between them after that, and Kageyama’s just starting to
doze off when Hinata speaks again: “I don’t really want to go home tomorrow.
Never figured my stay here would end up like this, y’know?”
(Well doesn’t that make two of them.)
Hinata keeps talking, voice hushed, “I didn’t know any of this would happen but
I think I’ve wanted it to, more than I even wanna spike your tosses.”
Kageyama’s breath catches and he nuzzles closer to Hinata, not missing the
contented sigh that Hinata makes in return. “Me too,” he admits, feeling
himself blush, but as long as they’re being honest….
“So… you don’t feel weird about this?” There’s a tiny tremor in Shouyou’s voice
now, like he’s afraid that Kageyama’s answer might not be what he wants to
hear.
“Dumbass,” Kageyama snorts. “Like I’d be doing this if I did? Like I would have
done any of this?” This… with Hinata… feels as right as the weight of the ball
in his hands, gives him a different kind of excitement, a different kind of
happiness. He doesn’t want Hinata to go home, either.
“I’ll invite you to stay at my house sometimes.” Hinata practically chirps the
words, any traces of his former anxiety gone. “And, you know… sometimes how we
stay late to practice together? Now we can do more than just work on volleyball
together, right? Even though I really like that too.” He’s completely shameless
and rambling now, but Tobio doesn’t really mind.
“Mmm,” Tobio hums in agreement, his lower abdomen clenching a little at the
thought of the things they could do after practice, alone together. Things like
they’d been doing the past few nights. Now that they’ve approached that line
and leaped right over it….
Hinata’s asleep within moments, snoring softly. Kageyama should probably find
it annoying, but he doesn’t.
The newness of this makes him nervous, makes him scared that he’ll screw it all
up somehow. They’re young, after all, and ninety percent (or so) of what’s
crammed into their brains is volleyball, but now there’s this, and Kageyama’s
not sure how to navigate such unfamiliar waters. He’s never really even liked
anyone before, much less wanted to do things like this with anyone, but
Hinata’s changed all of that.
For Tobio, Hinata’s changed quite a few things, from the very beginning.
He might not know quite what to do from here on out (hell, it isn’t like he
really knew what he was doing before this either), but he’s comforted by one
thought as he drifts to sleep: They’ll figure out this thing between them the
same way they’ve figured out how to be an effective duo on the court.
Together.
 
~END~
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