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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Nishinoya_Yuu/Tanaka_Ryuunosuke
  Character:
      Nishinoya_Yuu, Tanaka_Ryuunosuke, Ukai_Keishin, Takeda_Ittetsu
  Additional Tags:
      Public_Hand_Jobs, Established_Relationship
  Collections:
      Sports_Anime_Shipping_Olympics_2016
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-12 Words: 1311
****** post game ******
by bishounen_curious
Summary
     For the SASO2016 prompt: Nishinoya and Tanaka on the bus
     or Public, Secret Handjob?
Notes
     this prompt was the image of them sleeping on the bus after a match &
     I was allowed to do whatever I wanted with it. And of course, I suck.
See the end of the work for more notes
“Everyone’s sound asleep,” Takeda fondly mused as he glanced up into the
rearview mirror. “All tuckered out from that practice match.”
“They played hard.” Ukai took another drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke
out the window, not paying any mind to how it whooshed in the other direction
into the clean spring air. “And also, they’re teenagers. All they do is sleep
and eat.”
Takeda hummed in agreement as he gave a little sage nod, like he was
remembering his own youth.
The drive back to school was pretty smooth from here: the road seemed to be
recently paved, so the usual bumps and rattles and whatnot were at a minimum.
Most of the windows were pushed open, and the light breeze of warm air felt
nice on everyone’s tired skin. In the distance, the sun was starting to descent
downward, moving toward the trees and hills, preparing to pack it in for the
day. It was peaceful. Takeda said as much, and Ukai just grunted in response,
finishing up his smoke before butting it out in the ashtray that he
conveniently kept in the front console’s cup holder.
“Look at Nishinoya and Tanaka.”
Ukai twisted around to the back of the bus, where the two second-years were
sleeping. Drool was dribbling out of both their agape mouths, Tanaka even
snoring a little. Ukai hummed, and crossed his arms, reclining a bit more into
his seat. With an amused grin, he glanced over at the driving teahcer. “They’re
out like a light.”
Takeda laughed quietly, like he was mindfully trying to not wake any of the
team. “Indeed they are.”
But they actually weren’t.
Nishinoya nuzzled more into the dip where Ryuu’s shoulder and neck met and
huffed out a quiet, encouraging sound. In response, the spiker snorted a loud,
nasally snore, one of the more obnoxious sounds that had ever escaped the
spiker’s mouth as he lolled his head so it touched the libero’s.
And then Ryuu, after a beat, moved his hand a little faster and Nishinoya’s
steady, resting breath hitched.
Just like that, Ryuu.
This happened more times than not. Nishinoya Yuu, after all, was insatiable. In
more ways than one. On any normal day, he was always game for some fooling
around. Always jumping onto the spiker’s back, kissing his cheek, telling him
outright that he wanted to do something later. But on game days, things were
different. Nishinoya instigated these things a lot more… inconspicuously.
Maybe it was the adrenaline rush and the intense exercise? The high of winning
a volleyball match? It probably was exactly that, because Ryuu had this funny
talent of accurately predicting around when Nishinoya would tug on the back of
his shirt, or whisper into his shoulder, or just stare at him to let him know
that he was horny. Really fucking horny.
And Tanaka was a bro. A real bro. He’d help him out whenever he needed
something. (Regardless of the fact that they’d been dating for a while.)
Ryuu was always down for a back of the bus handjob.
Nishinoya was trying his best to keep still, to stop himself from shuddering in
his skin, from shimmying around too much on the plastic seat and draw attention
to them. Not that anyone was awake and would notice, but still. The two of them
were taking a risk doing this on the small bus. Hinata and Kageyama were in the
row in front of them, barely a meter away. Sure, they were both the heaviest
sleepers on the team but… It still was a risk. If one of them woke up, and
listened hard enough, they might be able to hear the rhythmic wet shlick of
Ryuu’s hand stroking him inside his sweats…
But that’s why Ryuu was such a loud snorer on the bus rides back home.
Nishinoya’s next inhale was a little shaky when calloused, familiar fingers
squeezed his head. He felt his slit leak a little precum, and he shut his lips
and licked the roof of his own mouth to keep himself behaving. Nishinoya’s body
tensed, going on red alert when Ryuu smeared the stickiness all over his tip,
using it to better lubricate his strokes.
Fuck yeah, Ryuu.
They’d gotten so good at this. The first time Nishinoya got jerked off on the
back of the bus, he had to bite into the spiker’s shoulder to keep himself
quiet when he shot his load all over the inside of his underwear. Or worse,
when after they were coming home from the Tokyo training camp, Ryuu for some
ungodly reason just really wanted to play with his balls. Which was super
awesome. His hands had been so gentle and warm, and he was doing shit that made
Nishinoya swear he was up in the clouds.
But that roadway wasn’t as well kept as most roads, and an unfortunately placed
pothole made the bus bounce, and then Ryuu’s fingernail scratched into a spot
it never should have and well… the whole bus heard his screech. Nishinoya
quickly blamed it on hitting his head on the window during the bump but, no one
in the history of humankind had ever looked as agonized and teary-eyed as
Nishinoya was from “smacking his skull into the window”.
But that was all behind them, and this was now. And Ryuu was starting to
getting serious.
Lots of pace changes, plenty attention to his tip, pressure to all the right
spots. It was hard not to snap his hips up to meet each stroke, but he had to,
to keep this covert. But it was so hard. He was so hard and he was getting so
close…
While the bus turned right, Ryuu nuzzled closer into him, and blew against his
ear. He was playing, dirty too? No fair.
Nishinoya couldn’t help but tremble. Every muscle in his body was tightening,
getting ready for release. And Ryuu was stroking faster and faster and he even
shifted in his seat, his arm probably cramping up from the awkward position but
he was still going and - and…
He pressed both of his feet into the floor of the bus when he came, felt
everything inside him let go in a wave of bliss, a wave of everything he
needed. Nishinoya wasn’t sure how he kept his erratic breath so eerily quiet,
how he kept his big mouth silent as he emptied out messily into Ryuu’s palm.
If Takeda-sensei or Coach had been looking back there, they’d probably would’ve
just seen the libero tense his jaw and lean more into Ryuu like a pillow, like
he was having a weird dream. There’d be no way they’d be able to see his toes
clenching and moving around desperately in his shoes, or his thighs shaking
helplessly or even the hand inside his pants finishing up the last few strokes
before Ryuu slyly withdrew it and wiped it clean on the tissues he’d gotten out
of his bag before they “fell asleep”.
At this point, Nishinoya actually felt like he could pass out. His body was
sweaty all over again and so pleasantly warm, and Ryuu’s shoulder was pretty
damn comfortable.
Feeling that the coast was clear, Nishinoya creaked open an eye and looked up
at his boyfriend.
Ryuu was doing the same thing, one eye open, checking downward. But he also had
the slightest smile on his mouth, a tiny glint of pride in his eyes. There was
a certain bit of affection in his face, too, and Nishinoya needed to call upon
all his self-control not to lean up and kiss that idiot on the mouth.
But they were good at this. And both of them knew that once they got back to
school and off the bus, they could go back to either one of their houses and do
whatever they wanted.
End Notes
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