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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Sawamura_Daichi/Sugawara_Koushi, Azumane_Asahi/Sawamura_Daichi/Sugawara
      Koushi
  Character:
      Sawamura_Daichi, Sugawara_Koushi, Azumane_Asahi
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, Blow_Jobs, Accidental_Voyeurism
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-07-01 Words: 1728
****** oh they're such good friends of mine ******
by putsch
Summary
     All Asahi wanted was to get a drink of water and go back to bed.
Notes
     its like 4am and i apologize for nothing
See the end of the work for more notes
Asahi has no idea how this happened to him. 


In the pitch black cover of night he sat up from his futon, bleary eyed,
thirsty, and decided to get up and go to the bathroom to get some water. He had
to be quiet, of course. The entire team was out cold after a full day of
training camp, which was fair when their days start at seven in the morning and
they practice until nearly six at night.
What should've happened was simple: Asahi would get one of the little paper
cups, fill up the water from the sink, and go right back to bed.
What actually happened: Asahi took one step inside, and his entire body froze
in place at the sound of a breathy little inhale.
Asahi's eyes dart around, hoping to find a source of the sound in the bathroom,
only to notice nothing out of place near the toilet stalls and sinks. 'Oh my
god' , he thinks, suddenly feeling very, very awake, 'there is a bathroom ghost
and it is going to kill me and--'
Another noise, a little groan, and suddenly it hits Asahi that the voice is
oddly familiar, interrupting his nerve wracking train of thought. It's a deeper
tone than he's used to hearing from the voice, and the breathless quality only
comes after they've been practicing all day, like when they were talking after
the last practice game of camp. But that doesn't really make sense, because
Asahi could've swore that everyone was still asleep in their futons. Then
again, it's not like he really checked before getting up. Asahi also realizes
he can only see half the bathroom from the doorway - the sinks were against a
tiled wall that cut through the middle of the bathroom, stopping three quarters
of the way across, and behind that wall was the showers. 
 
But what would Suga, of all people, be doing in a shower stall at this hour?
 
As quietly as he could, Asahi pads across the tile floor until he could peak
around the corner of the wall. It's dark in the bathroom, but the light from
the few windows let in the outside lamps and moonlight, giving enough light to
see silver hair and pale skin pressed against the wall by tanned, strong arms,
face obscured from being buried in the other's neck. Not like Asahi needed to
see his face to know exactly who it was.
 
'Holy shit .' Asahi's eyes blow wide, blood rushing up his face and turning it
bright red with heat, turning back around the wall as fast as he could manage.
' Suga and Daichi... they're going to do it here?!'
 
Almost as if to taunt him, it was Daichi that groaned this time, murmuring
something to Suga that Asahi couldn't make out, and Suga giggling in response.
What he should do is obvious. He should turn right around, ignore what he saw
in the open stalls of the shower and head right back to bed.
For some terrible, embarrassing reason his nerves and fear aren't enough to
move him from the rooted spot against cold tile, listening to the sounds of his
two best friends dragging lips and teeth across each others skin. The little
breaths that fill the silent night air. Asahi feels like his blood is thrumming
against his skin, his bones, he shouldn't be here, this is private, it's not
for him. 
 
(Even if he wanted it to be)
 
What he does do is swallow the lump in his throat, and turn to look around the
corner of the wall, quietly, knowing how easily he'd be spotted like this. Not
just by Daichi and Suga, but by anyone else who would come in, innocently
trying to get water like he did.
He takes a better look at the two of them, his shock mostly subsided in his
gut, replaced by something new curling warm and uncomfortable inside him.
Daichi is down to his briefs, showing off his incredible ass, his shirt hiked
all the way up by Suga's hands, which drag curving lines against his ribcage.
Suga doesn't look any better, shirt gone and his sleep shorts halfway down his
ankles. It's... god, it's a lot to take in, Asahi has to bite his lip to keep
himself from saying anything. He knew his friends were beautiful, hot in their
own respective way but this? This was obscene. He didn't know what to make of
it past the way the blood of his flushed cheeks shoots right down to his cock.
 
(He shouldn't be watching, Asahi knows this, this is a show they're putting on
for each other, not him, but god if he doesn't want to be right there between
them.)
 
Their hips press together and Asahi sinks his teeth further into his lip,
listening to the two lovers groan. His own cock is uncomfortable against his
boxers, just at the sight, at the thrill, and Asahi wishes he could tear
himself away instead of pushing his hand down past the elastic of his pants. He
palms at himself, slowly, watching the way Daichi's back flexes, the way they
kiss each other like there's nothing better, the way Suga's arms wrap around
him and hands gracefully rest on Daichi's neck. He shivers listening to the wet
pop of Suga's lips as he pulls away before kissing Daichi's sturdy jaw,
listening to Daichi's breath hitch and the small sound of a slap against Suga's
rear, the warm chuckle Suga gives him in response. Asahi takes it all in, feels
himself getting impossibly hard at the sight,wishes he could've found out about
this dirty part of himself in any other way.
Kind of.
Maybe not really at all, if he's being honest, even though that just makes
Asahi feel worse. He should stop. He should go, say something, anything,
anything but this.
Asahi nearly works up the nerve to pull his hand out of his pants, to walk
away, when Daichi starts kissing down the column of Suga's throat, down his
chest, fingers slipping past boxer fabric until it's out of the way, when
Suga's cock comes free and Daichi drops to his knees.
 
He nearly gasps at the sight of it.
 
'Holy shit' , he thinks, again, because he knew the two of them were close,
yeah, but not so close that Suga's reaction to Daichi's drop is only a scarlet
flush over his cheekbones and pale fingers slipping into cropped black hair as
naturally as they glide against volleyball leather. Asahi had expected, well,
more surprise, maybe? Or for Daichi to look more nervous with Suga's cock
against his cheek instead of that usual sureness, but then again, what did he
know?

The two of them shift, slightly, and it hits him that all Suga or Daichi would
have to do is look a little to their left, and they'd be staring right at
Asahi. He's so easy to spot, half turned around the partition wall with his
hand in his pants. It'd all be over just like that.
But no, Suga is too riveted watching Daichi, and Daichi's complete
concentration is on the way he runs his hands over Suga's thighs, the long
drags of tongue over the full length Suga's cock. Wet, sloppy ministrations and
hitched noises must cover how hard Asahi is breathing, how his heart hammers so
loudly in his chest, otherwise he's sure they'd hear him from across the room. 
He swipes his thumb across the tip of his cock, already too hard in his boxers,
dragging precum down his cock so it's easier to stroke, yet he never takes his
eyes off the two of them. They're an amazing pair to watch, all goosebumps and
blushes yet moving seamlessly in sync, what with the way Daichi's head bobs
down and Suga's hips roll just so. Asahi can tell they've done this before,
maybe even in this exact position. 
The worst part is Asahi isn't sure where he'd rather be - because what he
wouldn't give to have the bruises on his knees from the tiled floor, to feel
the weight of Suga's heat in his mouth and oh, how he must taste. Yet, yet, how
good must Daichi's mouth feel around his cock, sucking his cheeks in like that,
ever reliable hands on his body and the feel of his own hands in his captain's
hair. Asahi bites his lip as he strokes himself faster, watching the two of
them across the room move faster in time, and it's a little too easy for Asahi
to imagine himself right there with them.
 
"Oh, Daichi, yes, yes--"
 
But this is the bathroom in the dead of night, not under the shimmering lights
of the court, and some things can't always be the same.
 
Suga's words dissolve into higher pitched keens and groans as Daichi, (and holy
shit, Asahi thinks for the umpteenth time), bobs down far enough until his nose
is brushing against his stomach. Asahi sinks his teeth into his lip, doing
everything he can to be quiet, to be quick about this so he can minimize the
risk of getting caught and embarrassing all three of them, but it's harder than
he expected. Well, not so much the being quiet part. It's the being quick about
it that is killing him, because Asahi wants to watch for as long as possible,
to drink in the sight of quivering thighs and fisted hands, the low sounds and
the perfected angles of jawlines and necks. It's maddening, making Asahi feel
too hot in his own skin, that too-familiar feeling of wanting to crawl out of
it and away, yet being rooted in place. He ends up gripping himself tighter,
sinking his teeth deeper into his own lip until he fears he's going to taste
iron.
 
He's not sure who finishes first - his head is a mess through the final strokes
of his cock, mind blurry with his own pleasure and the noises of Suga and
Daichi finishing just sound so far away. It's not so different from being
submerged and trying to hear the music on the other side of the water.
 
What he does know is that Suga's falls to the bathroom floor to curl against
Daichi, while Asahi grabs a paper towel and tucks himself away, heading back to
the other room alone.
End Notes
     so have you accepted asadaisuga as your lord and savior today
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