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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Ennoshita_Chikara/Nishinoya_Yuu
  Character:
      Ennoshita_Chikara, Nishinoya_Yuu, Tanaka_Ryuunosuke, Kinoshita_Hisashi,
      Narita_Kazuhito
  Additional Tags:
      iT'S..._SMUT_BUT_NOT_LIKE_GRAPHIC_SMUT....._BC_IM_ACE_AND_WEAK, haikyuu!!
      kink_meme
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-23 Words: 1881
****** live fast, die young, bad boys do it well ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     ... fill for the hq kink meme...
     prompt:
     "Noya and Ennoshita are friendly during practice, but hardly we-hang-
     out-after-school friendly and definitely not we-have-wild-
     unprotected-sex-in-the-locker-room-after-everyone's-gone-home
     friendly. But, hey, you think you know a person.
     Basically just all the second years being cute friends during
     practice, but Noya and Ennoshita going ham on each other after dark."
Notes
     disclaimer: i have never written any kind of smut before and i'm also
     ace as hell so don't expect... much... please..........
     please appreciate the double entendres i put in here without noticing
See the end of the work for more notes
“Nice receive, Ennoshita!” Nishinoya yells from across the gym. Ennoshita
ignores him and gets in position for another ball.
“It’s kind of impressive that he saw that from way over there,” Narita says,
pausing to dodge a stray ball and nodding at Hinata’s hasty apology. “He’s got
pretty good eyes.”
Kinoshita briefly notes the way Ennoshita grimaces slightly and looks away for
a split second. “Don’t you two get along pretty well?” He doesn’t need to add
that Ennoshita is practically Nishinoya’s designated supervisor at this point
and thus holds the unspoken responsibility of keeping Nishinoya on a figurative
leash. Ennoshita himself can’t count the times he’s had to play fetch for
Daichi because of it.
Ennoshita rubs the back of his neck and smiles weakly. “No, we do. Being around
him is just,” He trails off and the curve of his lips flattens out. “Draining.”
Shimizu blows the whistle and Coach Ukai signals the end of practice, which
puts an effective stop to the conversation. Tanaka thumps them all on the back
as he passes by and smiles wide. It’s eerily reminiscent of a shark, but
Kinoshita chooses not to comment on it right then and there. “Want to grab a
bite to eat after this?” Tanaka asks.
“Yeah, sure,” Narita says, picking up his water bottle. Kinoshita nods.
Ennoshita squints at the clock on the gym wall and shrugs apologetically.
“Sorry, not today. The math test is tomorrow.” He slides open the gym door and
lets the rest of the club file out in an uneven line of sweaty teenage boys.
“Alright,” Tanaka says, clearly unconcerned by the impending math test. “See
you, Ennoshita.” He jogs a little to catch up with Nishinoya, and Kinoshita
glances sideways at Ennoshita.
“Do you even need to study for tomorrow’s test?” he asks dryly. “You’re Mr.
College Prep, after all.”
“I’ve been slacking off lately,” is all Ennoshita says before he heads into the
clubroom.
Kinoshita and Narita watch him go. “I still don’t think he actually needs the
review,” Narita sighs, tilting his head slightly.
“He tends to overwork himself,” Kinoshita reminds him. “Personally, I could
probably think of better ways to spend my high school career than studying, but
hey, to each his own, right?”
“Right,” Narita says, and the two of them follow after Tanaka.
 
 
By now it’s dark – the days are getting shorter. Ennoshita is already starting
down the road when he reaches into his bag for his cell phone and finds empty
space instead. “Great,” he huffs, turning around to go back to school. 
Thankfully, nobody on campus locks up until eight – he estimates it’s around
seven-ten. On his way to the clubroom, though, he starts feeling kind of
apprehensive, like there’s someone following him. Ennoshita isn’t really afraid
of the dark or evil creatures of the night, but he is admittedly a little tense
after several instances of snapping twigs and footfalls so light they might
have belonged to a child. 
He’s two feet from the stairs when he hears it and his blood runs colder than a
flagpole in winter – out of all the things that go bump in the night and
dangers in the dark, he thinks that this might be the most threatening out of
all of them. 
“Chikara!” Ennoshita cringes inwardly at the (loud, too loud) use of his first
name and briefly debates the advantages of running away versus running up the
stairs, but doesn’t have time to act on either. Something (someone, but he
isn’t ready to acknowledge that yet) lands on his back and he loses his
balance, barely missing the stairs when he falls with a heavy thump on the
ground. Ennoshita turns slowly, unable to deny the horror of his situation.
Nishinoya’s got his arms wrapped around Ennoshita’s waist and doesn’t seem to
have any intentions of letting go. “You totally ignored me during practice
today, Chikara,” he says with a cheeky smile while pretending to be upset. He
rests his chin on Ennoshita’s chest and pouts. “That was pretty mean of you.”
“You’ve been jumping me after practice this entire week,” Ennoshita says
disinterestedly. “I was actually going to go home and get some work done for
once. You know, school work? Does that mean anything to you? Anything at all?” 
Noya’s smile freezes and he looks shiftily to the side. “I’d really rather do
you than homework,” he mutters after a suspicious pause, looking up with
hopeful eyes through (unnecessarily) long lashes. 
“I can’t believe you just said that,” Ennoshita says, momentarily torn between
disgust and disdain. He decides they’re pretty much the same thing and settles
for struggling to pry Nishinoya off of him. “Anyway, you should probably-“
He yelps when he feels Noya’s hand reaching under the hem of his shirt and
yanks it away, backing away towards the stairs. “We’re outside on a school
campus,” he hisses, instinctively looking around for possible witnesses to
their possible debauchery. “I didn’t know you were an exhibitionist!”
“Well, the clubroom’s locked already,” Noya says with a put-out look on his
face. “Do you want to do it somewhere else?” His small hands creep under the
shirt again until they’re just barely grazing Ennoshita’s hipbones. Ennoshita
is suddenly acutely aware that Nishinoya is sprawled between his legs and
giving him a look.
 He gives in.


Ten minutes later, they’re literally on the verge of stripping down and fucking
right there in the landing of the staircase.
“If you wanted stairs, we could have just stayed where we were,” Noya says
between shallow breaths; hands on Ennoshita’s shoulders and his fingers
tightening in the fabric of his shirt. Ennoshita doesn’t say anything for a
moment and Noya laces his fingers together behind Ennoshita's neck, relaxing
against the wall. It’s short-lived though; he feels the feather-light pressure
of Ennoshita’s breath by his ear and then Ennoshita’s covering Noya’s jawline
and throat with small, teasing kisses that stop just shy of satisfaction. He
squirms and regrets allowing Ennoshita to find out just how sensitive his neck
area was. “You-“
He cuts him off by planting his mouth right below Noya’s collarbone and sucking
viciously hard enough to leave an embarrassingly red hickey. Noya inhales
involuntarily and digs crescent moons into the nape of Ennoshita’s neck,
twisting a little to avoid his mouth. Ennoshita’s got him pinned to the wall
and he looks up from Noya’s collarbones. His lips look soft and pink and –
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, and Noya kind of hates him for how
irritatingly pleasant his voice is.
“N-no,” Noya breathes, annoyed at his own stutter. “You could quit being a
tease, though.”
Ennoshita hums noncommittally and keeps kissing Noya’s neck, but his hands
slide down and press provocatively between the shorter boy’s legs. Noya
shudders, makes a distinctly frustrated sound in the back of his throat and
pulls off both his shorts and Ennoshita’s, understanding that Ennoshita wasn’t
going to do a damn thing unless Noya did it first. “Just,” he pants, pushed up
against the wall, ass on the floor, and legs spread; ready, waiting, wanting,
“fuck me already.”
It’s seven-twenty and they’re about to have unprotected sex in the back
staircase on a school night (there’s a math test tomorrow and he vaguely
registers that he definitely isn’t going to get any studying done tonight) –
Ennoshita obliges.
His hands are positioned firmly on the inside of Noya’s thighs and he rocks his
hips forward, slowly; he’s barely an inch in when Noya’s breathing becomes
unsteady and shaky – so he presses on, silently thanking horny sex enthusiasts
everywhere for the invention of lube. “You okay?” he asks, somewhat concerned
by Noya’s squirming.
“Fine,” he says, sounding strained. His cheeks are flushed and he’s biting his
lip; his nails are already scratching into Ennoshita’s back. Ennoshita is
momentarily distracted, but Noya hisses and he presses forward again.
Nishinoya’s loud on the court and even louder during sex – Ennoshita drops his
weight and shifts the angle of his hips and Nishinoya groans; low and needy,
eyes hazy and breath labored. “Chikara,” he whispers, the name hitching in his
throat.
“I know, Yuu,” Ennoshita says, and rocks sharply against Noya, the force of it
pushing Noya’s back against the cold wall. He sways his hips again; faster,
harder – Noya’s a shivering wreck beneath him, panting his name between hoarse
breaths and heated moans. The floor is cold and hard beneath his palms but
Nishinoya is soft and warm and he’s - it’s indescribably hot. Ennoshita slams
into him one more time, eyes on Nishinoya’s flushed face and parted lips.
Noya whimpers loudly, body twitching and chest heaving, scratching frantically
into Ennoshita’s back. “Please,” he breathes, trying to keep as quiet as
possible lest a teacher investigate. “Just – “ Noya arches his back, pressing
close enough to Ennoshita to feel the heat from his skin, and lets out a long,
drawn out whine that degenerates into senseless panting.
He nearly buckles then and there, but recovers enough to roll his hips against
Noya – he doesn’t expect Noya to grab the back of his head and drag him into a
sloppy kiss that’s more of a collision than anything. Noya kisses him in the
spaces between his gasps and clings to him like a lifeline – Ennoshita kisses
him until they’re both red and raw and bruised and desperate. He thrusts in one
last time and Nishinoya practically keens, twitching and shaking and pressed up
tight against Ennoshita’s chest. He falters a little and comes with a quiet
sigh; brought over by Noya’s frenzied motion. Directing a wry look at Noya, he
stops to catch his breath for a little while and idly traces circles on Noya’s
neck. “I hope that was worth failing your math test,” he deadpans.
Noya’s still caught up in post-coital bliss and so Ennoshita waits for a few
more minutes. When Nishinoya blinks and grins at him, Ennoshita rolls his eyes
and helps him up to a more comfortable sitting position.
“That was definitely worth failing the math test,” Nishinoya says breathily,
and pecks him on the mouth before Ennoshita has time to react. He beams widely.
“So are you free after practice tomorrow?”
Ennoshita stares at him. “We’ve been fucking after practice for a week straight
and you’re still not satisfied?”
Noya shrugs and loops his arms around Ennoshita’s neck. “I could go for another
round, but I figured I’d let you rest.” He gives him a mischievous smirk.
“Seeing as you’ve got no stamina and all.” Ennoshita removes himself from Noya
and makes as if to leave – Noya latches on to him, not looking contrite in the
least. “Okay, I’m sorry, so please stay,” he says, bumping his nose against
Ennoshita’s.
“I’ll blame you for anything that happens tomorrow,” Ennoshita grouses half-
heartedly, but sits down next to him anyway. The floor is chilly but Noya is
still radiating warmth and he takes advantage of it, cuddling as close to the
shorter boy as possible. 
“You couldn’t fail that math test if you tried, Chikara,” Nishinoya says, a
little exasperated.
 
 
Surprising absolutely no one, Ennoshita does not fail the math test the next
day. He also doesn’t get home until late into the night. The two may or may not
be mutually inclusive.
End Notes
     im so mortified rn
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