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Atsumu burst through the door, hood over the Onigiri Miya hat on his blonde head to somehow conceal his persona, and then slammed it closed behind his back upon quickly surveying the restaurant. Only a couple of customers sat around and, after a somewhat curious look into Atsumu’s direction for the noise he made in opening the door, they went back to their food.
Osamu, though, paused what he was doing and shook his head, already imagining everything, so Atsumu rolled his eyes at his reaction. In a couple of long strides, he was sitting at the counter and facing his twin, who only stared back openly amused, cracking a smartass smirk.
“Samu, ya gotta help me and come to the MSBY party thrown for Shouyo-kun!” He whispered while freaking out at the same time. Only Atsumu could excel at it so dramatically.
“Nice ta see ya, too, Tsumu,” Osamu sassed, but Atsumu didn’t take the bait.
“Ya must be there and see that I won’t do anythin’ stupid, ya need ta be there cuz I’m seriously freakin’ out and this ain’t-”
“Normal,” Osamu concluded for him, sighing out. “Seriously, Tsumu, what’s the deal with Hinata? Ya were happy he joined MSBY, ya kept yappin’ about it over and over, ya made my ears bleed, blabbin’ ‘bout yer precious Shouyo-kun nonstop, and now, that yer playin’ in the same team, getting’ along since yer always together, yer freakin’ out?”
The blonde paused, blinked, and shook his head once, unsure what his twin meant with that.
“It’s Shouyo-kun, Samu!” Osamu creased his forehead, clearly not understanding Atsumu’s monumental internal life crisis.
“Yah, it’s yer precious Shouyo-kun, and yer crazy ‘bout him.”
“I’m fuckin’ gone, Samu, but he’s Shouyo-kun! Got what I mean?” He repeated equally drawing in dramatic and anxiety, as if that would solve anything, but Osamu shrugged his shoulders and turned around, already used to his twin’s bullshit. “Hey, scrub, I’m talkin’ to you!”
“I heardcha, Tsumu, but ya need ta eat somethin’ and so do I, if I must sit down listenin’ ta this shit,” he chuckled, busying himself with preparing Atsumu’s favourite dish. “And for this party, when is it gonna be?”
“Yer comin’?” He cocked an eyebrow up, taken aback by how easily Osamu agreed.
“Ya just asked me to, Tsumu, already goin’ senile? Aintcha a bit too young for that yet?”
“Yer comin’ like this? So easily?”
“Didntcha invite me?”
“Why yer comin’ like this?”
Something didn’t add up, Atsumu felt it.
“I want ta see my stupid twin embarrass himself in front of the love his life,” he jabbed back as he peered from his shoulder, giving Atsumu quite the annoyingly smug grin. “Ain’t what twins are there fer?”
“Yer a scrub and totally sus.”
“And yer a moron, Tsumu.”
The two stared at each other for then shrugging their shoulders together, a little foxy smile tugging at their lips.
“Who is it?” Atsumu asked, because the fact Osamu promptly accepted made it extra suspicious, and if Atsumu guessed correctly, he wanted to kill himself.
“Who’s who?” Osamu pretended ignorance, but Atsumu narrowed his eyes and thus, Osamu simply chuckled. “I just wanna be a good citizen and help my twin?”
“Yah, right, nice try,” Atsumu scoffed. “So, don’t tell me it’s…ugh.” He groaned out, slumping against the counter, because the idea of those two together made him sick. Not that he minded it per se, but Atsumu had already to get through Osamu and Rin during high school, until they broke up because they realized they were more friends than lovers. Now, if Osamu would get together with…Argh.
“Think ‘bout yer Shouyo-kun, Tsumu, and I’ll worry ‘bout my man, hmm?”
So, he was right. Atsumu snorted out only, too drained to complain, stomach suddenly rumbling.
“I’m hungry, Samu.”
“Then enjoy this,” the twin presented the blonde setter a huge plate of his favourite, and Atsumu decided to forget about the potential dangers of a relationship between Osamu and Mr. Sea Urchin. He shoved the food in his mouth and melted on the spot. “Yer food is always the best, Samu,” he grinned while stuffing his mouth like a chipmunk, manners be damned. “But ya know? Shouyo-kun is also great at cookin’!”
“Ya told me already only hundred times, Tsumu.”
“Not true!”
“Totally true.”
“But he’s so great at it and…”
“And yer so gone, I can’t wait ta see ya embarrass yerself in front of him.”
“Scrub!”
“Moron.”
Silence fell calmly on the twins as Atsumu avidly devoured his food, enjoying every bit of it, for then presenting the empty plate to his twin to request a second portion, and while Osamu watched his twin truly enjoy the food he prepared, a soft smile on his lips. The blonde moron was a high maintenance pain in the ass, a huge drama queen, but he was his twin.
“Thanks,” Atsumu mumbled, and Osamu knew it had nothing to do with the free extra portion he just served him.
*****
A WEEK AFTER, SATURDAY EVENING:
When Hinata arrived too early at the designed club because he had been so nervous, he couldn’t sit at home and wait for the time to finally arrive, he realized how silly and possibly embarrassing this was, considered it was a party to celebrate his official start position in MSBY.
Steeling his nerves and reminding himself he couldn’t look so anxious in front of the team and Atsumu-san in particular, he politely nodded at a couple of waiters and decided to wait outside. As his teammates arrived after a while and spotted him there, they worried he had being waiting alone for long, but Shouyo shook his head and explained it wasn’t that long. It wasn’t exactly a lie because it was a rather relative concept. No need to get into details, listing how many times he had to wipe his sweaty hands against his jeans.
However, after he greeted his teammates, hugging Bokuto-san tightly and exchanging a few words with Inunaki-san and Thomas-kun, blinking surprised when he spotted Miya Osamu-san along with Sakusa-san, Hinata glanced around, confused, and dejected.
“Wh-where is Atsumu-san?” He asked, feeling his cheeks warming up and his heart beating fast, impatient to see him yet worrying the setter changed his mind.
“Sorry, Hinata-kun, Tsumu is late,” Miya-san answered, grinning at Shouyo. “He sent me a message.”
“Oh, o-okay,” Shouyo nervously chuckled, feeling sort of exposed under Osamu-san’s scrutinizing and very keen gaze, the little smile hanging on his mouth making him silently swallow. Hinata noticed the man watch him a few times, whenever he and Atsumu-san visited his restaurant, thus stirring in Shouyo the dreadful doubt he had been busted.
“Of course, Miya is late,” Sakusa-san grumbled.
“Don’t you guys live together?” Meian inquired as he led them all inside the club and to the corner he reserved for the team, Hinata’s eyes almost filling with tears when he spotted the colourful balloons and other tasteful decorations, the heartwarming welcome messages written on them. He loved the team so much!
“Yeah, but when I left, Tsum Tsum was still in the bathroom,” Bokuto-san explained, sitting down right beside Hinata. “But he said he was almost done,” he added while grinning at the redhead, who merely nodded.
Did Bokuto-san suspect, too?
“You left Miya use the bathroom and shower for last?” Inunaki-san burst out laughing, dropping on the couch across from Shouyo, Thomas-kun right at his side.
“Either that or we would all be late,” Sakusa-san sentenced dryly, for then glancing over Miya-san. “Are you two seriously twins? Isn’t there a mistake?”
“Can’t deny my dark, unlucky fate,” he joked, casually placing an arm on the headrest, right behind Sakusa-san’s head. “Should I take it as a compliment, Sakusa-kun?”
“You were perfectly on time,” the other one pointed out, strangely not minding Miya-san’s closeness, given the fact Sakusa liked to keep some distance from people. Hinata understood it at first and respected it, even though the two had become quite good friends, in their own peculiar way. “And Sakusa-kun makes me think we’re still in high-school.”
“Oh, should I perhaps call you Kiyoomi-san? Would that suit you better?”
Shouyo blinked.
Were they…?
“Can I call you just Osamu?”
“Please do, Kiyoomi-san, I don’t care for pointless niceties,” he grinned, looking like a fox.
“Then drop the honorific, it makes me feel older, when I’m actually younger than you.”
“Duly noted.”
“So, you’re telling me, you left Miya there alone while he’s still showering and getting ready?” The libero went on and Shouyo blinked, unsure he followed. “You’re bad friends and teammates towards our Hinata.”
“But Atsumu-san is always ready quite quickly after training, whenever we go out for food and such,” the pure, naïve soul commented, smiling even more puzzled when the entire team laughed at that. “Did I say something…stupid?”
“No,” Sakusa-san pointed out. “The only stupid one is Miya, who takes forever whenever he needs to get ready, and I know he’s probably freaking out right now.”
“Uhm?” Hinata blinked his big, warm eyes. “Atsumu-san? Why so? Doesn’t he want to come tonight?” Now, he was really worrying and freaking out, because what if Shouyo had been too friendly with Atsumu-san in the past weeks? What if he had been too intense? What if the setter minded him or changed his mind about being friends? Well, not that Shouyo considered Atsumu-san merely a friend, but the point still stood.
“Very much the opposite, Hinata,” Miya-san winked at him, chuckling amused, and prickling his nervous bubble. “And case in point,” he snorted, showing Hinata his phone. “That blonde pig just messaged me he’s on his way.” Shouyo read the message and smiled, his heart suddenly picking up pace while his face warmed up. He couldn’t wait to see Atsumu-san.
The team’s captain decided to start drinking already, ordering some food to go with it, so Bokuto-san immediately pressed a colourful cocktail in Hinata’s hands, grinning and clicking their glasses together.
“We’ll wait for Miya,” Meian-san announced, “when the blonde princess will deign to show himself up, we’ll start the real celebration.”
Omi-san snorted and rolled his eyes, while Miya-san, sitting right beside him, chuckled and leaned closer, to whisper something in Sakusa’s ear. He stilled a moment and, Shouyo wasn’t sure, but he possibly spotted a light pink shade colouring his face, before the black-haired man composed himself and glanced back at Miya-san, whispering back just as cosily.
Time passed and Hinata enjoyed it with his teammates, even though every minute or so, his eyes darted around, searching for Atsumu-san, knees bouncing up every now and then because he truly couldn’t wait to see him.
When the blonde setter arrived, Shouyo realized it at once because some sort of commotion stirred inside the club, people gasping and commenting, some getting up to gather closer, and it was then that Hinata spotted Atsumu-san. Handsome as ever, stupidly hot only in the way he could be, mesmerizing and Shouyo’s mouth go instantly dry. He was perfectly dressed and so stylish, freezing Hinata as he glanced down at his clothes. He should’ve listened to Tooru!
But there was no time to worry over such silly matters, not when a small crowd of fans, mostly girls, surrounded Atsumu-san asking for an autograph or, what was even worse, a selfie together. It happened before Shouyo knew it, his body moved on its own and, wrapped in his bubble of hissing jealousy and potential explosive possessiveness – he was going to make the stupidly blonde setter his that night no matter what – he didn’t hear the snickering and not so quiet comments the team tossed around. Pun intended.
After a courage shot of straight vodka, which he shouldn’t really have drunk without any food in his stomach, Shouyo reached for Atsumu-san in no time, immediately dazzling the setter with his bright, wide smile without even realizing he was doing so. Because Hinata himself was almost knocked on his butt by how strikingly mouth-watering Atsumu-san looked.
Who knew that grey, fitting slacks and black, very fitting shirt would look so incredible on a person? Shouyo certainly never knew, he didn’t understand much of fashion, he had had to call Oikawa for advice on what to wear tonight. But Atsumu-san? He blew Hinata away.
“Atsumu-san,” his voice revealed too much of his excitement, of his impatience, hand moving before he could stop it, landing on the small of the setter’s back. Ugh…the man was just built so powerfully yet so elegantly. “Yo-you’re here,” he slightly stuttered, nervously staring at Atsumu-san, who hadn’t yet spoken.
“Shouyo-kun,” he finally opened his mouth, voice slightly low, the sound shooting straight to Hinata’s groin. Oh, the man and his sinfully sensual voice was a true menace, and the light thrumming under his skin given by the vodka didn’t help in the matter. “’course, I’m here,” he said, also placing a warm, large hand on Shouyo’s back, gently pushing him away from the small crowd formed around him. “Sorry, I’m late,” he apologized, smiling, almost sending Shouyo on his knees.
“Oh, uhm, it’s okay, I was afraid, no uhm, I mean, I-I thought maybe yo-you changed your mind, or-” Someone had to shut his mouth because Hinata was running it out like the nervous wreck he was.
But it wasn’t his fault. Atsumu-san was just too handsome, too stupidly hot, his brain couldn’t keep up. And those slacks should’ve been listed as the eight capital sin for how they made the setter’s ass look. Hinata knew he was stealing not so subtle glances, but he couldn’t care less. It wasn’t his fault!
“I’d never miss yer party, Shouyo-kun,” the setter grinned, stepping in front of Hinata and taking his hands, in the friendly way he usually did, but vodka burned inside the spiker, thus he slipped his fingers in between Atsumu-san’s without thinking it through. The blonde blinked once, Hinata stilled, ready to pull back and curse at his stupidity, but then the grip tightened and, suddenly, Atsumu-san pulled him in closer. “I’d never miss the party ta welcome ya in the team as starter, as my spiker.”
“Your spiker?”
“Hmm, Shouyo-kun, yer my favourite spiker, ain’t I toldja many times already?” Hinata barely nodded, unsure whether it was the alcohol or Atsumu-san’s languid voice, his signature half-lidded smile, his eyes darkening, but his head was slightly spinning, and he had to check whether his feet were still on the floor.
“You did,” he murmured, unconsciously leaning in closer, the crowd having assaulted Atsumu-san having finally dispersed, because Shouyo couldn’t stand seeing all of them fawning around the setter and trying to flirt with him. Trying to flirt with whom belonged to Hinata and only to him. “You told me so, Atsumu-san,” he went on, beaming, “and I’m happy you’re here, you look very…handsome.”
“Do I?” The blonde fox gave him a lopsided smirk that did things to Hinata, his blood thrumming harder in his veins. “Ya look quite-”
“Finally, Miya, you decided to join us, we were starting to doubt you,” Meian-san, Barnes, Bokuto-san, and another player surprised them, slapping the setter on his back and having the two almost jumping out of their skin. “Oh, sorry, did I interrupt something?”
At those words, Hinata slightly sobered up while his face warmed up, their connected fingers suddenly separating.
“Whatcha mean, captain’? Of course, I’m here, it’s a party fer Shouyo-kun!”
A solid arm went to rest on Hinata’s shoulders, grinning, dark eyes winked down at him, evaporating any possible worry or doubt.
“Whatever, smooth-talking fox, get your ass over there, so we can finally start with the party.”
As they reached the table, the twins greeted each other but also immediately bickered, Sakusa-san joining in only to annoy Atsumu-san, who at some point, deserted them to sit right beside Shouyo, forcing Bokuto-san to choose another seat.
“As we’re finally all here, courtesy of our Miya,” Meian-san teased, but the setter only shrugged his shoulders before once again, grinning at Shouyo, “let the party begin: Hinata, we’re super glad you’re part of our team, we all love you, you’re an insane player, and we’re grateful cuz with you, we finally got someone to discipline Miya.”
Shouyo snorted out a chuckle to cover his amusement, having heard that already many times, while Atsumu-san barked out.
“Ahh? What’s that supposed ta mean, captain’?”
“Nothing, Miya,” Meian-san smirked, dark eyes then sliding over Shouyo. The spiker swallowed down, blushing, feeling as if going through some MRI scan. Meian-san knew. Well, not that it took a genius to guess it, but still…he knew. The entire team knew. Miya-san knew. “To Hinata!” He declared, raising his glass.
“To Hinata! Welcome to MSBY!” Everyone followed, loudly cheering, and many shots were downed.
*****
Osamu sighed out, rubbing at his forehead as he shook his head while he glanced over his stupid twin, who was glaring at Hinata’s phone, right then talking with Oikawa Tooru. Atsumu asked him to be there to supervise him, to stop him before doing anything stupid, but he had already drunk more than he could hold, and shamelessly flirted with Hinata, without half a care.
Well, not that Hinata minded it or was any different, because the two, at some point, found themselves a quieter corner on the area booked for the team and simply sat together, so close you couldn’t tell them apart, you couldn’t see where one finished and the other began, heads a mere breath away, much like their lips, hanging to whatever the other said, smiling, laughing, drinking, and again, shamelessly flirting.
“Argh,” Osamu grunted out, rolling his eyes, to which Kiyoomi gave him a puzzled look before connecting the dots.
“Oh, I see,” he drily commented, letting out a long exhale.
“Tsumu shouldn’t be drinkin’ another shot,” he sighed out, tips of his fingers lightly caressing Kiyoomi’s arm. The man allowed Osamu to do so, actually welcoming the soft touch by discreetly sliding closer. “He can’t hold his liquor,” he chuckled.
“Didn’t you say he asked you to be here to supervise his behaviour?”
“Does it look like I can do anythin’?” The handsome beauty sitting right beside him with pure, black hair and a charming, clever smile shook his head.
“Nor it looks like they need it,” he sentenced after a pause, another long exhale following. “I seriously question Hinata’s taste in men.”
“Ain’t we twins, Kiyoomi?” Osamu teased a bit, grinning, his fingers sliding down the man’s arm, trailing on his side.
“You two are completely different.”
“We’re identical twins,” he teased some more, closing in on Kiyoomi as he angled his body slightly around, their eyes meeting for a silent moment, a question hanging between them.
“My taste is impeccable, Osamu.”
At those words, he swallowed down to control the growing desire about to overwhelm him. He couldn’t behave worse than Atsumu, and definitely not with a man like Kiyoomi.
“Is it?” Kiyoomi nodded, never ceasing to stare at him. “Wanna hide at my place tonight, hmm? Cuz I have a feelin’ yer not gonna have a quiet night with those two,” he said, quickly glancing over Hinata and Atsumu, sure the two were going to end up having drunken sex.
“I don’t particularly look forward to a quiet night, but definitely not because of them.”
“Ah, Kiyoomi…”
“What?”
“Yer teasin’ me.”
“No, I am not, Osamu,” he calmly said, taking the glass from Osamu’s hand and drinking from it, deliberately slowly, eyes set dark and intense, staring at him with the answer the dark-haired twin was hoping to get.
*****
“Would you look at that?” Meian sighed out as he rested comfortably against the sofa, a drink in his hand. “I thought their flirting was already bad, but this is different.” He took a long sip, Shion and Bokuto laughing at his side. “It’s not funny.”
“I beg to differ,” he libero snickered, hand solidly planted on Thomas’s thigh, openly marking the territory to chase away whoever had the seriously stupid idea to dare hitting on the big middle blocker.
“You know, I already have you and Thomas,” Meian shook his head, another long sip following, knowing alcohol wasn’t going to make things better because Meian Shugo held his liquor like a pro. “Then, Bokuto with his Akaashi,” at that, the loud owl went to say something about his boyfriend, but Meian lifted his hand to stop him. “And now, we’ve got Miya completely lost for Hinata and Hinata fully reciprocating, making it everyone’s problem.”
“Don’t you love your team, Shugo?”
“Oh, shut up, Shion, you’re all a huge pain in the ass,” he scoffed, yet smiling, because he did like his team, even if they risked giving him premature grey hair. “At least we got Sakusa,” Meian said, eyes veering to the dark-haired guy, sitting close to Miya Osamu and…Meian silently thanked every divinity up in heaven for having made Miya Osamu stopped playing volleyball.
“Sakusa is already busy, Shugo,” Inunaki smirked, fingers drawing circles on Thomas’ knee, the huge middle blocker completely whipped as he rested his chin on the libero’s head, hugging him. “But Miya and Hinata?”
Everyone turned their eyes on the pair, watching as they almost sat on each other’s lap, their heads nearly touching for how close they spoke to each other, having completely forgotten this was a team’s event and not a date.
After the first few days in which the two somehow acted awkwardly around one another, possibly because too eager yet nervous to play together – Meian didn’t need to know the details because he loved his peace of mind – the blonde setter and the tangerine spiker became pretty much inseparable, a hidden switch suddenly flipped on as they shamelessly flirted without realizing they were doing so.
Much like right then, with the alcohol making things worse.
Couldn’t they just get together and put everyone out of their misery? But wait a moment, how insufferable would they get once together? Meian Shugo was very much conflicted, especially because Inunaki had quite the amused expression, meaning he was up to nothing good.
He should ask for a raise.
*****
As Atsumu and Shouyo-kun sat together on the couch, drinking, and talking, finally just the two of them – not an easy feat because the team loved the tangerine spiker and never left him alone – a phone chirped, and Shouyo-kun looked at his, beaming happily when he read the message.
Who the hell wrote to him?
“It’s Tooru!” The spiker announced with glee, grinning quite too excited for Atsumu’s liking.
“Who?” He pretended to ask, while he fucking knew whom Shouyo-kun meant with Tooru. The pompous prick named Oikawa Tooru, setter for an Argentinian team, and having met Atsumu’s spiker while in Brazil. And let’s leave it at that because Atsumu was a petty, jealous bitch.
“Tooru! Oikawa Tooru!” He chirped, replying to the call. “Tooru! How are you? So good to hear you!”
His annoying voice replying back to Shouyo-kun immediately hit Atsumu’s ears, grating at his nerves.
“Shou-chan, the great Oikawa-san missed you and thought of calling you, since I know you’re out with your team to celebrate, and I must congratulate you.”
Shou-chan? Atsumu took a deep inhale and then a long exhale. Who the hell he thought he was to call his spiker like that? Inhale, exhale. Deep breaths. It didn’t work because he still wanted to punch that pompous jerk.
“The team is amazing, Tooru, and they threw such an amazing party for me, look!” Shouyo-kun switched to video-call mode and showed the man around, the traitors waving their hands and greeting the insufferable prick, camera then halting on the setter. “And this is Atsumu-san, our incredible setter, but I told you about him, remember?”
Heh, take this, jerk. Shouyo-kun talked about Atsumu and called him an incredible setter. Atsumu 1 – Oikawa 0.
“Who, Shou-chan? Forgive me, I must’ve forgotten about it, what was the name again?”
Forgotten, my ass, insufferable prick.
Atsumu grabbed a shot and downed it in no time, the vodka no longer burning slowly inside him. It was making his head swarm, along with Shouyo’s intoxicating presence and the constant touching they were doing, his brain having already deserted the setter. Without thinking, he neared Shouyo-kun’s face, their cheeks touching, an arm wrapping tightly around his shoulders, his signatory half-lidded smirk on his lips.
“Shou-kun, who’s this?”
Two could play at that game.
The spiker giggled amused, leaned more into Atsumu as a hand slid on his thigh, fingers strongly clutching it and giving the blonde a massive boner at the silent implication of such blatantly welcoming gesture. Hot, sweet breath tingled his lips, much like wild, tangerine curls tickled his skin. Shouyo-kun introduced the two setters to each other, and of course, it wasn’t love at first sight. Sassy, snarky sparks were tossed around.
The Oikawa pompous jerk pouted, trying to look down at Atsumu by saying some smartass shit, something smart the blonde served back instantly, territorial arm sliding on Shouyo’s enticing waist, fingers slipping inside the waistband of the jeans to taste hot, supple skin.
“I heard you play with Shou-chan, hmm? Setter did he say, did I get it right?”
“Yah, MSBY starting setter, what ‘boutcha? I didn’t catch it, just heard ya two met in Brazil, hmm?”
The cheeky gremlin giggled more, openly amused, apparently not minding Atsumu’s display of territoriality. If sober, he’d find himself rather embarrassing, blaming Osamu for not holding him back, but he was the opposite of sober, with a pompous scrub on the phone hitting on his Shouyo.
“Oh, we sure did, right, Shou-chan? We had great time back in Rio, playing together, having dinner together and, you know, just having fun.”
What the fuck did he mean with that? Atsumu wanted to jump inside the call and punch that insufferable pouty smirk from that gaudy jerk’s face. What the fuck he meant by having fun? Blood pumped faster in his veins, hissing in his ears together with the green-eyed monster, who had become Atsumu’s best friend since Hinata Shouyo joined MSBY. The cheeky gremlin was his and his alone, and Atsumu didn’t fucking share.
“Didja? Well, worry not, cuz Shou-kun now has fun with me,” he hit back, smirking like the annoying asshole everyone described him to be. “We play together, I set fer him, he hits my tosses and dontcha like my tosses, pumpkin?”
“Your tosses are the best, Atsumu-san!” Fingers dug harder into the blonde’s thigh, dangerously skirting further up.
Ah! Take that! Atsumu 2 – Oikawa still 0.
Sweeter words were never spoken before, and the setter grinned triumphally over the video-call, desire and feelings mixing together in a dangerous cocktail, and completely liquefying any shred of shame or judgment left in Atsumu.
“Shou-chan! You wound me!”
“Ah, sorry, Tooru, I love your tosses, too, but you see, Atsumu-san…” His fingers skirted further up and Atsumu inhaled sharply, cock jumping hard inside his tight boxers.
“I’m the best, suck it up, and Shou-kun is my spiker, my favourite and…just mine,” the blonde cut in, then taking the phone in his hand given his patience had jumped out of the window. “And if ya’ll excuse us or not, Shouyo-kun is now elsewhere engaged, so another time?” He didn’t wait for a reply, he simply switched the conversation off.
As Shouyo blinked at him, slightly bewildered, Atsumu panicked for a short instant, for then relaxing when the spiker giggled and sat astride his lap, lacing his hands around his neck. He was going to kill Atsumu, if he kept up with that.
“Am I really just yours, Atsumu-san?”
Oh, fuck.
Atsumu was in deep shit because he wanted to fuck the light out of Shouyo-kun. Right there. And he was gonna do it because the cheeky gremlin wanted the exact same, openly inviting him.
“Yah, yer my spiker, sunshine, and yer mine,” he said, unaware that all the vodka he drank loosened his tongue in a way that normally would never happen. “Wanna have a drink to celebrate this?”
Shouyo-kun nodded, slightly sliding forward on Atsumu’s lap, the setter feeling about to go insane as his dick hardened to a painful degree. He eyed two small glasses filled to the brim with some clear liquor, and grabbed them, giving one to Shouyo. They shared a charged, silent glance, quickly consumed their shots, never stopping to stare at each other, unaware or perhaps uncaring of the show they were giving to their teammates, for neither could really hold their liquor.
Atsumu took the two small glasses and placed them on a nearby table, hands then proprietary resting on Shouyo’s sides, slowly trailing lower, slowly sliding on his perfectly round ass, giving it a tentative squeeze. The redhead rolled his head to the side, as he let out a sound spiking Atsumu’s lust and boldness. He leaned over, tip of his nose running on Shouyo’s exposed throat, and inhaled deeply.
“Ya smell so fuckin’ good, Shouyo,” Atsumu mouthed over it, not realizing the honorific was already lost.
“Hmm, Atsumu-san,” he murmured back, eyes slightly close, lips parted, hips rocking. It was driving the setter out of mind, and he couldn’t wait to rip Shouyo-kun’s clothes off.
“Hey, my pumpkin, wanna dance with me?”
Like this, Atsumu and Shouyo somehow stumbled to the dance floor, feet unstable because too much vodka and tequila swirled inside their system, the two a mess of limbs and greedy fingers, lips dangerously nearly meeting, grinding against each other rather than normally dancing, giving quite the show.
At the table, Meian Shugo was torn between wanting to kill them for their lack of awareness, and feeling happy for them, even though he feared this wasn’t going to be over and done so easily and so soon. What was going to happen once they would sober up? He signed out and mentally prepared himself, the amused chuckle coming from Shion not reassuring him in the least.
He wasn’t paid enough for this.
He should really be asking for a raise.
*****
With too many shots to count burning down, Shouyo and Atsumu completely forgot about everything else and everyone else, intoxicated by both alcohol and each other’s presence as they sort of danced together, hands groping hungrily. Twice their lips almost touched, twice they felt the need to be alone, unable to resist the pull any longer, craving for one another, until Atsumu dragged the tangerine spiker inside the bathroom, locking themselves in a stall and finally letting their lips touch.
Their mouths melted, like cream melting on a hot chocolate slice of cake, soft at first, full and so very incredibly sweet, but then, the blonde fox tricked Shouyo by dipping his tongue deep down his throat and tearing his mind apart when he turned the redhead in an incoherent, frankly obscene mess of moans and whimpers.
On the other hand, Atsumu himself couldn’t remember ever kissing anyone so aggressively, so hungrily, so good, nor he could remember making out inside a club’s toilet stall, his cock so hard it was about to give Atsumu a major case of blue balls. Shouyo grinding over him as he fisted his hair with a blatant proprietary note, tongue doing crazy things to the setter didn’t help one tiny bit in keeping his shit together.
Shouyo-kun was an insane kisser, greedy, fierce, hungry, demanding, and about to fry the Atsumu’s brain.
Not to mention, the alcohol didn’t help in seeing things in a far less reckless perspective. But impossible to discern it, not with his lust addled brain.
“Shouyo,” he groaned as their tongues parted, a thin thread of saliva hanging between them while the spiker stared back with wide, pupils-blown eyes, as if ready to devour the setter in one bite. “Shouyo, wanna leave?”
He didn’t reply immediately only because he assaulted Atsumu’s mouth for another kiss, tearing out from the blonde a long moan.
“Yes,” Shouyo breathed over the setter’s lips, fingers still fisting his hair tightly. The setter loved it. “Where to, Atsumu-san?”
“My place,” he spoke without thinking, entirely forgetting he lived with Bokuto and Sakusa. Well, screw them, it was going to be a tomorrow Atsumu’s problem.
Another hungry kiss, another long moan echoing inside the stall, Atsumu’s hands greedily fondling Shouyo’s ass, a meaty ass he was soon going to fuck till the cheeky monster begged him to stop. Only, Atsumu would not stop, giving Shouyo all he needed and wanted.
“Please, let’s go.”
*****
How they managed to reach Atsumu’s place – by taxi in fact, annoying the poor driver with their heavy make-out session on the back seat of the car – unlock the door while never stopping to kiss and with their feet stumbling around given their drunkenness, was a complete mystery. However, they unlocked the door, fell in the genkan as they kissed, kicked the door shut, tossed their shoes away, and kept devouring each other’s lips there, Atsumu on the floor and Shouyo straddling him.
“Atsumu-san,” Shouyo whined against the setter’s neck, teeth nibbling at it not so gently and definitely going to leave marks. Not that Atsumu cared about it. In fact, being marked by Shouyo excited him, and he presently only cared about his hands gorging on his favourite spiker’s round and sure to be very fuckable ass, and the sweet sounds he let out. “Ahh…hmm...Ahh-Atsumuuu…”
The tangerine monster raised up, bracing his palms on Atsumu’s shoulders, riding him as if his life depended on it, driving the blonde out of mind, since he buckled his hips up and followed the infernally arousing rhythm. He was so drunk he didn’t even feel the hard floor biting against his back, definitely going to bruise it. His senses and mind were only focused on Shouyo, completely intoxicated by Shouyo, entirely consumed by him. Atsumu only wanted and needed Shouyo, with every drop of his blood, and every inch of his throbbing dick.
“Ah, sunshine,” he muttered out, teeth gritting when their cocks slotted together and rubbed, the spiker gyrating his hips in a way that was soon going to become a huge problem. “Ahhh, hmm…fuck, Shouyo…like this pumpkin…” His fingers dug harder into the guy’s ass and no doubts, bruises would bloom the next day.
Shouyo rode him out of control, head dropped back, and lips parted in a stream of obscenely long moans, the sound exciting Atsumu further. He let their erections grind together, his cock already leaking inside his boxers, until he could take no more of this torture. So, his hands hastily darted on Shouyo’s jeans, ripping apart the button and zipper. He shoved the jeans down on his hips along with the briefs, because Shouyo wore fucking skimpy black briefs, and weren’t they fucking sexy?
No time to ponder over Shouyo’s choice of underwear, because Atsumu’s hand wrapped around the gremlin’s cock, sliding his fingers over it, and almost throwing the setter himself into an orgasm for how fucking hot it felt. Shouyo was smooth, warm, fucking hard just for him, and perfectly thrusting into his fingers as he chased for pleasure, moaning pretty much like a porn star, the view pure sin. Atsumu fucking loved it.
It merely took a few strokes of Atsumu’s magic fingers for Shouyo to find his very loud, very satisfying release, shooting all over the setter’s black shirt, which the gremlin himself ripped away when his head stopped spinning after the pleasure Atsumu gave him, effectively ripping the buttons away, the fabric tearing apart when he went to undress him.
“Hmm, Atsumuuuu, you’re the best, your hands are just so amazing, I-” His raspy voice breathed hot and rough, before lips crashed hard against the setter’s mouth, their tongues starting a battle of chasing and sucking that Shouyo easily won because he was an insane kisser and Atsumu was just so drunk and whipped. “Atsumu, fuck me, please.”
They were a mess, but completely uncaring of it. Sakusa wasn’t going to be happy once he’d be back. However, Atsumu didn’t give a fuck about it because the love of his life – even if drunk, he knew Shouyo was the only love of his life – just praised him and his hands, saying he was the best, begging the setter to screw his brain out. In fact, demanding rather than begging, but same thing.
With white, sticky cum smeared over Atsumu’s fingers, the setter gripped Shouyo’s t-shirt and pushed it up, the spiker lifting his arms above his head as Atsumu got rid of the piece of clothing, eyes rolling back at the view of Shouyo’s ripped and tanned upper body. Ah…he was so fucking hot!
Fingers dug on that sexy, tanned back just as nails deeply scratched his shoulders, clawing down the setter’s back. The two stared at each other for a very stilled, very electric moment, pupils wide, chest rising and lowering with raw breaths, lips a mere whisper apart. Unbeknown to the other, each wanted to say something, a few simple words, yet in that moment, they only needed to feel each other physically, their brains far too poisoned by the potent cocktail of lust and alcohol.
“Shouyo,” sometime along the night, between heavily making out and getting each other off, honorifics were lost, “ya really wanna it? Cuz I ain’t gonna stop if ya say yes, I’m gonna fuck yer ass so hard yer gonna forget yer name, sunshine,” he warned with sultry voice, smirking.
The tangerine gremlin arched into him, his head dropping back as he parted his lips in a strangled groan, nails scratching Atsumu’s back harder, almost painfully, turning the blonde on more than he ever expected.
“You and your voice, Atsumu,” he groaned.
“What ‘bout it, hmm?”
Hinata had just cum by Atsumu-san’s beautiful hands, for which Shouyo absolutely didn’t have a thing, nope, he definitely never fantasized about those hands touching him, slapping his ass, grabbing it, leaving marks on him, holding him tightly while Hinata rode him or while Atsumu railed him from behind. Or merely gently caressed him as they lay naked in bed, talking and laughing at the blonde’s funny jokes.
So, when his skilled fingers wrapped around him, it took nothing for Shouyo to break apart, tipping down from the precipice so hard, for a moment he saw white. And then? Then Atsumu spoke with his sensual Kansai ben, with his seducing, mesmerizing tone, staring at Shouyo as if staring at…Ahh, he couldn’t do that! Atsumu couldn’t say such things, because Hinata wasn’t an angel and, most definitely, he was still so very hard.
“Shouyo,” he continued, the sound of his voice causing Hinata’s heart to beat far too fast. “What ‘bout my voice, hmm? Tell me,” he demanded, and Shouyo crumbled.
“I love it, Atsumu, it turns me on so much you can’t imagine it,” he confessed, because the tangerine spiker had also fantasized about Atsumu-san getting him off by merely dirty talking, and he definitely jerked off while imagining that.
“Oh yah?” Another foxy, half-lidded smirk, the tip of his fingers barely stroking Shouyo’s feverish skin, shivers breaking down his spine. “Ya like my voice, sunshine? Is that so?” The spiker swallowed down, hypnotized by the intensity with which Atsumu stared at him, it was nearly suffocating, viscerally physical. “Answer me.”
Ah shit, Atsumu was terrible and Shouyo couldn’t resist him.
“I love your voice, I dream of it, fantasize over it,” he shamelessly admitted, gasping when the setter sat up and pushed himself standing, stumbling around slightly before resting against the wall after he hauled Shouyo on his feet.
“Bedroom,” the man ordered, and, in no time, they found themselves in Atsumu’s bed, door left ajar, sheets kicked away. “Get naked, sweetheart.” The sheer commanding tone in that sultry voice was enough to make Shouyo tremble, fingers impatiently sliding the jeans and briefs down his legs, tossing them somewhere in the room.
Wasting no time, Hinata was on Atsumu, unable to tolerate the fact the impossibly handsome setter was still half-clothed. When the man was finally naked, although Shouyo already saw him in the lockers’ room, he felt about to go on fire, blood pulsing so fast in his veins, his ears were ringing. His tongue wetted his lips and passed over them as his eyes roamed on the naked figure of Atsumu, desire nearly strangling him. The blonde was beyond the mere definition of hot, he was just so…and oh God, so big and…
“Atsumu, you’re so-” But he was never able to finish his sentence because the setter swallowed his words with a kiss that left Hinata panting for how hard he sucked at his tongue while mischievous eyes kept smirking back with that half-lidded look.
Where did he learn kissing like that? Shouyo had no idea, but he knew he wasn’t going to let anyone else find out, because Atsumu was his and his alone.
“I do the talkin’, sweetheart,” the setter mouthed against his ear, without touching him, the lack of contact enhancing Shouyo’s growing lust. “Yer in my hands now,” he continued, manhandling Hinata without much effort, rolling them over so that the redhead was on his back while the blonde at his side, smirking and barely caressing his stomach. “So, ya like my voice, hmm?”
“I love it.”
“No talkin’, pumpkin, understood?” Shouyo nodded, so excited his skin felt too tight on him. “Yer so fuckin’ gorgeous, sweetheart, has anyone ever toldja?” He shook his head, nobody in fact ever called him so. “They’re all scrubs then, cuz yer the sexiest and most gorgeous person I have ever seen and ya drive me out of mind.”
While he spoke with languid voice, Atsumu’s fingertips stroked Hinata’s stomach, merely drawing circles or imaginary lines, light as butterflies, nearly not touching him. He was driving Shouyo out of mind and not the other way around.
“Wanna know what I’m gonna do withcha, my Shouyo?” He only breathed, staring back with wide eyes. “I’m gonna fuck ya so hard, so rough yer gonna pass out, and I won’t care if ya beg fer me ta stop, because I know ya don’t want me ta stop.”
Oh God, Shouyo’s eyes rolled back while his dick twitched painfully hard, the low, hypnotizing sound of Atsumu’s voice doing things to him never experienced before.
“But not before I’ll enjoy yer slutty ass, my sweet Shouyo, not before I’ll bite ya, eat ya and make you cry so loud everyone will hear ya screamin’ I’m the best.”
Hinata whimpered, wriggling under Atsumu’s consuming stare, the tip of his wicked yet beautiful fingers merely drawing lines on the inside of his thighs, avoiding on purpose where Shouyo wanted to feel those skilled hands. His hips thrust up, but the setter pushed them down with a strong hand, smirk dancing on his full lips, which he neared to the spiker’s ear, chuckling softly.
“Ah, my Shouyo, yer gonna scream so hard when I’ll fuck yer brain out and destroy yer ass, when I’m gonna break ya apart and pull you back.”
The tension was building up with each filthy word the blonde fox spilled out with his languid voice, making it sound like a spell, lulling Shouyo closer and closer, to the point he tried to touch himself, only to get stopped.
“Just my voice, sweetheart, my voice tellin’ ya simply what I’m gonna do when my cock will ram deep inside yer ass, when I’ll make you mine and-”
“Atsumu…please…”
“Please what, sunshine, hmm?” He murmured against his ear, chuckling, amused, his lips slightly caressing his skin, his fingers skirting close to Hinata’s throbbing dick but never touching it, which proved to be unnecessary when Atsumu kept talking, telling Shouyo things nobody ever did, fulfilling all of his most dirty fantasies, making him go slowly crazier and crazier, his heart trashing fast, his blood pumping even faster, his cock begging for release.
Release from the sweet torture of Atsumu’s voice Shouyo found in such intense orgasm, he jerked in bed as if electrocuted, his body arching up, his lips parting for a scream of pure, carnal pleasure never experienced before, since he just climaxed entirely untouched. For an instant, when he shook with sensual ecstasy, Hinata truly thought he was going to lose his mind, but Atsumu held him tightly and then coaxed him with tender words when he calmed down.
“Hey Shouyo, yer alright?” He whispered on his ear, gently kissing it, his fingers carding his tangerine locks, and Hinata wasn’t sure whether he was alright or not.
He had just cum with Atsumu’s voice only. Just his impossibly sexy voice. How was that possible? Had the man done it before that he was so incredible at it?
As the wave of pleasure slowly subsided, letting Shouyo regain some awareness back, he glanced to the side where the setter lay, grinning at him, obviously satisfied, leaving soft kisses to his face.
“Shouyo, all good?”
Hinata blinked, then quick as an asp, fisted Atsumu’s blonde hair in a tight grip, pulling his head down and smashing their mouths together. Suddenly, Shouyo felt burning with a form of jealousy never experienced before, at the thought of the man with other people, a form of jealousy that spilled into possessiveness.
Without a word, he shoved the setter on his back, swiftly settling on his strong, muscular things, fingers splayed on his naked, ripped chest.
“Shouyo?”
“Atsumu,” he said, his voice rough and feral, getting the man’s full attention as his hands grabbed Hinata’s ass. “You’re mine,” he told him, pretty much ordered in fact, sliding between the parted thighs, trailing his fingers down, loving the feeling of Atsumu’s muscles and warm, velvety skin under his digits, loving to trace all his lines, memorizing them, until he smirked, wickedly so. “Atsumu, you’re mine and mine alone.”
And he was big and hard and Hinata engulfed him with his mouth in one go, groaning out when the tip of Atsumu’s cock hit the back of his throat.
“Fuck!” His head tossed back with a loud growl, but fingers were soon gripping tangerine locks, following Shouyo as he sucked the light out of him, as he let the man deep-throat him like never before, ignoring the burning, the gag reflexes, and the tears in his eyes. “Fuck, Shou…fuck, yer just so fuckin’ good!” Hinata only wanted to devour Atsumu, pleasure him, make him cry out, and his taste was just too intoxicating.
He pulled back only to let his lips avidly slid around it, his tongue twirling around because the sounds spilling out from Atsumu’s mouth were sweet, obscene music turning Shouyo on like crazy, then with the flat of his tongue he tasted the entire big, thick length of the setter, eyes rolling back, quickly taking his huge cock back in his mouth.
It took very little for Hinata to bring Atsumu to the verge of what looked like a very intense orgasm, drinking every bit of him, which seemed to excite the blonde so much, he shoved Shouyo’s face down against his groin as he thrust ruthlessly in his mouth while he came, all sort of dirty words filling the room and making Hinata’s head spin fast.
When the setter collapsed spent against the bedsheets, Shouyo perched himself on top of him, uncaring of the sticky mess they were, giving Atsumu no time to recover as he claimed his mouth for a deep, urgent kiss.
However, the blonde recovered quickly, because a sharp slap fell on Hinata’s round ass, followed by a surprised yelp. Their eyes met, dark, ravenous, and promising a long, wild night. Atsumu rolled them over, kissed Shouyo for a long time, then grabbed one of his thighs to push it apart, spreading his legs to let their erections slide together.
“Sweetheart, this is just the beginnin’, cuz I’m truly gonna fuck yer brain out,” he breathed over Hinata’s lips, staring down at him, fingers clutching him hard. “Want out? Tell me now or I won’t stop if ya say nothin’.”
As a reply, Shouyo wrapped his arms around the setter’s neck and pulled him down to bite those full, smirking lips.
“Fuck me,” he demanded, and Miya Atsumu truly fucked Shouyo like nobody ever did, doing everything he had just promised before while dirty-talking to him. In bed, against the door, on the floor, and on every possible surface offered by the setter’s bedroom, loud and shameless, uncaring for the neighbours or anyone else.
At some point, they lost counts of how many times they did it, if they were using condoms or not, if they were using enough lube or not. Hinata was drunk with Atsumu and Atsumu drunk with Shouyo, loving to bite, spank and fuck his ass, loving sex with him, the fact they could go at it for hours without tiring or complaining it was too much. It was beyond comprehension for both, even if deep down they knew it.
They were meant for each other. Drunk or not drunk didn’t matter.
*****
THE NEXT DAY:
The warm light of the late day spilled inside the room from the curtains, lazily trailing around the room and crawling to the bed, where Atsumu and Shouyo lay together, naked and in quite the mess.
When Hinata opened his eyes, feeling the light of the sun caressing his face, he found himself tangled with Atsumu-san, his body sprawled on top of the setter’s, their legs entwined together, arms wrapped around each other, sheets a confused white jumble draping over their naked figures, and, as soon as he moved, his head cried in splitting pain.
“Ugh,” he groaned, his voice thick and his mouth dry, the blood pulsing so fast, Shouyo had to lie back. On Atsumu-san’s undressed figure.
Hinata blinked, once, twice, thrice, before very carefully letting his eyes wander around the room, surveying the state of it, what was scattered around the bed and the floor, the fact he was stark naked and still wrapped around Atsumu-san.
What the heck happened?
Another pang of splitting pain pierced his head.
Oh, right, the team threw a party to welcome him officially, while celebrating the fact Shouyo had become a starting player, and of course, they drank. Hinata got very drunk because he was quite a light-weight drinker and…His head pulsated with more pain and a wave of sickness invested him without any compassion, making the redhead hastily untangle himself from Atsumu-san and run to the bathroom, pretty much uncaring he was parading around butt naked.
When the wave of sickness finally subsided after throwing up, Hinata washed his face and used a finger with toothpaste to brush his mouth, since he felt a horrible taste in it. But as he glanced over the mirror, Shouyo literally fell on his ass, eyes wide and mouth gaping, foam from the toothpaste drippling down his chin.
Aside red eyes for the little sleep and horrible hangover, Shouyo’s body was covered in all sorts of marks. Bite marks, fingers’ marks, kiss marks, bruises given by how hard they…oh shit. It looked like a ravenous beast had assaulted Hinata, biting and marking him all over and…oh shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
He and Atsumu-san had gone at it like two wild, starving animals, the setter fucking him in every possible position and surface, and right then, he entirely felt it. Pain slapped him hard in the face when he got up, his back crying out, his ass howling for how roughly it had been treated, and his legs joined the protest. At the memories of the feral, wild night, ruthlessly flooding his mind, dancing around his eyes as if intended to mock him, Shouyo’s face was soon aflame.
Hinata Shouyo had never been so reckless and forward in terms of sex, he sure enjoyed it in Brazil, but drunken and wild sex like he and Atsumu-san were that night? His face burned up further when Shouyo realized he had basically jumped the man, getting drunk together and thus losing all sorts of inhibitions, asking him to fuck him, and getting jealous when fans approached Atsumu-san.
Noise around the apartment startled Hinata, who quickly pushed himself up, washed his mouth and, after checking the coast and seeing nobody around – ugh, Atsumu-san lived with Bokuto-san and Sakusa-san, friends that definitely couldn’t catch Shouyo like that – he dashed towards the blonde’s bedroom, locking the door behind him, for good measures.
As he stepped inside the room, his head still horribly throbbing in agony, Atsumu-san groaned something as he stirred in the bed, and once more Shouyo let his eyes scanned the room. They made a huge mess, with used condoms tossed around, clothes thrown and left hanging in various places, just like two pillows, the bedsheets dangling from the bed as if kicked around, and Shouyo realized he was still a sticky mess even if he had washed his face.
“Fuck,” the groggy voice of the setter grunted, before he raised his head, their eyes meeting. The two stilled, frozen in place, then Atsumu-san swore under his breath as he moved, probably feeling just as hangover as Shouyo, jerking his face away and making Hinata drop in dread. “Ah fuck,” he groaned out again, hand over his eyes, body covered in so many marks, bites, and scratches that Hinata wanted to disappear.
How were they going to explain it to the team? Would Atsumu-san mind it? Was Atsumu-san regretting what happened? Did he agree to it only because he had been too drunk to understand what was actually going on? Didn’t he enjoy it? Did he think it was a bad decision and, if he could, it’d turn back the time?
As Hinata sweated bullets with his head spiralling down like the silly idiot in love he was, Atsumu was going through pretty much the same internal drama, worrying that Shouyo-kun regretted the night and perhaps, didn’t like with him, finding him bad in sex. The idea terrified him.
He lifted his head once more, their eyes met, their facse flushed as they saw each other, the state in which they were, the sticky mess they made of one another, the chaos in the room, and the many evidence of the reckless night spent together.
“A-Atsumu-san?” His voice cracked, while his entire figured turned rigid with embarrassment, because the two men wore no clothes. “Ah, s-so-sorry, Atsumu-san.” He fretted searching for something to wear, eyes stealing glances at a very handsome blonde with bed hair, wide eyes, and such hot, sexy body, Hinata had to stop staring because he was about to salivate.
Suddenly, Atsumu-san got up from bed, cursed under his breath as he held his head, put a foot down on the floor, but the second he went to take a step, the bedsheet tangled with his legs and the setter fell on his butt on the floor. Shouyo froze, unsure what to do for instant, then he noticed the telltale blush on the blonde’s face and his heart raced faster as he rushed to the man.
God, how could Atsumu-san look so unbearably adorable and hot at the same time? It had to be freaking illegal.
“Atsumu-san,” Shouyo kneeled down, helping him with the bedsheet, smiling. “Are you alright?” He wanted to bite those blushing cheeks and his full lips.
“I feel like an idiot, sorry,” he mumbled, avoiding looking directly at Hinata, grabbing the sheet to cover his nudity, a gesture that gave the spiker pause. He was still naked and, maybe he was making the blonde uncomfortable.
He scrambled up searching for something to wear, but his foot got hooked in the mess of the bedsheet and, Hinata almost kissed the floor, if it weren’t for the blonde setter, who caught him when Shouyo spectacularly collapsed on him, the two sprawled once more naked on each other.
Seriously, Shouyo wanted to disappear and, judging by Atsumu-san’s red face and wide eyes, the sentiment was mutual.
“Sh-Shouyo-kun, yer okay?” Ugh, his voice, a voice that made Hinata cum by merely dirty-talking to him while his beautiful hands caressed him. “Ya ain’t hurt, right?”
Atsumu-san was on his back, Shouyo sprawled on top of him, arms solidly around his back, while his hands were on a hard, warm chest. This close, the marks and scratches left by Hinata on the blonde were even more impressive, so his brain short-circuited.
“No, no, I’m okay, y-you?”
“Ya-yah, all good,” he chuckled nervously.
They were both such a mess, stuttering words, eyes wandering everywhere but to each other, cheeks warm and blushing, yet still holding one another. Until they both realized it and, prey of their silly awkwardness, at the same time they let go, gasping out and jumping away. Atsumu-san hit the corner of his bed with his head, while Hinata fell on his ass. They were both ridiculous and beyond the mere definition of embarrassing.
Finally, Shouyo spotted his jeans on the floor, so he quickly snatched them and, even more quickly, wore them. The t-shirt was impossible to locate, much like his underwear, both nowhere in sight. Hinata hoped they didn’t toss them somewhere outside Atsumu-san’s bedroom, for the others to find.
“A-Atsumu-san, can you please lend me a t-shirt or something?” He asked, hesitantly.
“Yer leavin’? Already?” The blonde inquired, after swallowing down. “Yer leavin’ already, Shouyo-kun?”
“Ah, uhm, don’t know, I mean,” he got up but then dropped back on his knees, gritting his teeth as he massaged his lower back. God, they really went at it like crazy last night. “Ugh…”
“Shouyo-kun?” Atsumu-san worried, crawling to him, inspecting his face with honest concern, wanting to touch him but stopping right after. “Yer hurtin’ somewhere? Did I go too rough on ya? Do you need somethin’? Can I do somethin’? Are you in pain? Shouyo-kun? Just please tell me!”
Ah, this blonde fox was just so impossibly cute and adorable, always so full of attentions for Shouyo, always ready to help him, to listen to him, to dedicate him time. Ah, yes, Atsumu-san always wanted to spend time with Hinata, never said no whenever the redhead asked him, and being with Atsumu-san felt so good, so natural, so perfect, like two jigsaw pieces fitting together, complementing each other. Like it never happened before.
Without even thinking about it, Shouyo chuckled, confusing the setter, who was about to freak out big time, for then smiling and leaning over Atsumu-san, tenderly pressing their lips together while fingers carded though mussed hair. His back protested and so his head, but Hinata ignored them, because the expression the blonde returned at his gesture was priceless.
Big, golden-brown eyes widened to a comical extent, a bright pink dusted his cheeks, and for a sweet, shocked moment, Atsumu-san was frozen in place, barely watching Shouyo kissing him. It was their first soft kiss, because what they did the night before was far from it.
“Sh-Shouyo-kun?” He murmured against his lips, a hand tentatively reaching for his face. “Yer…okay?”
“Last night, you called me just Shouyo,” the cheeky gremlin said, grinning when the blonde’s eyes went even wider, his face a blushing mess Hinata wanted to bite and pepper with kiss. Which he did, because resisting an adorably shy Atsumu-san, especially after what he did to Shouyo in bed, was impossible.
Giggling, Shouyo threw himself on Atsumu-san, they both fell once more on the floor, but neither noticed because the spiker covered the blonde’s face with feather-like kisses, unable to stop smiling and giggling, feeling like a schoolboy at his first crush, confessing his love on a rooftop. He couldn’t stop kissing Atsumu-san, his forehead, his nose, his blushing cheeks, his chin, his terribly skilled and full lips, again his nose, until the setter responded by claiming Shouyo’s mouth for the most tender and romantic kiss he ever experienced.
“And ya called me just Atsumu,” the blonde chuckled, gently rubbing Hinata’s naked back, grinning at him so beautifully, Shouyo blinked mesmerized. “But hey, Shouyo, yer really okay? Can I call ya like this?”
“Yes!”
“And yer hurtin’ somewhere?” Hinata shook his head, but then stilled, nervously chuckling as he rubbed the back of his head. “Yer in pain? Want me ta do somethin’? Oh fuck, I feel terrible and-” Shouyo stopped his blabbering by pressing their lips together. “Sh-Shouyo?”
“I’m good, just my back and well, we definitely had a very rough night,” he admitted, seeing the apprehension clouding Atsumu’s eyes, “but I loved it, I want more of it, Atsumu, please give me more, and…you?”
“Ya really loved it? You ain’t sayin’ it just ta make me happy, right? Ya truly want more of it?”
“I really loved it, of course once wasn’t enough, and no, wait, first answer my question, Atsumu-san,” he went on.
“Shouyo, my sunshine.” The man gently cupped his face with his beautiful hands, regarding him with a smile full of adoration.
It was Hinata’s turn to blush while his heart skipped about hundred beats.
My sunshine, and the look in this eyes…
“I fuckin’ loved it, I fuckin’ did and yer not gonna get rid of me, I’m gonna give everythin’ ya want, cuz hey, pumpkin, I’m in love withcha, but I was afraid that maybe-”
“I’d regret it because we were so drunk, it was insane,” Hinata completed the sentence for Atsumu. So, the two first blinked, but then burst out laughing together. God, they have been both so silly, worrying for no reasons, because it was just so obvious. “Atsumu?”
“Yah?”
“You mean it?” He heard his own voice tremble, because the setter had openly confessed his feelings and, even if they knew each other for not long time, Shouyo knew he was in love with the blonde, since the very first moment they saw each other again, after over four years.
“Of course,” the man murmured on his lips, hands having moved on his hair, fingers sinking in Shouyo’s tangerine locks. “I love ya, my sunshine.”
“I love you, too, Atsumu, so much, you can’t imagine, and I-”
He was about to forget they weren’t alone, wanting to jump the setter once more, feel him deep inside, let Atsumu ravage Shouyo like he did the night before, but someone began knocking against the door.
“Miya fucking Atsumu!” Omi-san yelled as he slammed his hands against the door, sounding very much upset. Hinata wanted to disappear because he came back to his senses. “Come out of there, you idiot! Miya!”
“Ahh? The fuck ya want, Omi? And shut up, yer so fuckin’ loud!” The setter groaned back, for then clutching his head. “Ugh, it feels like splittin’,” he hissed.
Shouyo understood him too well, but Sakusa-san was relentless as he kept knocking at the door, so the redhead realized they truly must have left a huge mess also in the living room and entrance. Oh boy.
“Miya, come out!”
“Shut up, Omi!”
“Miya!”
Atsumu groaned out annoyed and got up, marching to the door on unstable feet yet very sexy, strong legs, completely forgetting he was entirely naked. Hinata had no time to stop him before he threw the door open and stared angrily at Sakusa-san, who first went to bark something out but then froze.
“You’re naked, Miya, gross, for fuck’s sake,” he protested, jerking his head to the side. “Put something on and…Hinata?” His inquisitive eyes found Shouyo, who truly wished to disappear.
“Hey Omi-san, morning,” he sheepishly greeted, nervously chuckling, and blushing under the scrutinizing stare of the teammate, who quickly surveyed the room and did his math.
“Oh God,” he hissed, covering his face with his hand. “Will you please tell Miya to wear something? I’ll have to bleach my eyes and brain.”
“Ahhh? Yer the one who started bashin’ against my door, the fuck?”
“Oh, shut up, you left such a mess in the apartment, that when I came back home, I-” Sakusa stilled, but Atsumu heard enough, and Shouyo couldn’t stop him.
“Ahhh? Where didja spend the night? Ahhh?”
“None of your business, Miya.”
“Is that a hickey I see on yer neck? Oh fuck, don’t tell me, ya were with Samu, werentcha? Oh my God, I can’t believe it and what the fuck? With Samu, really?”
“Hinata!” Sakusa-san hissed, first glaring at the blonde and then at the spiker.
“Yes?”
“Do something about your boyfriend, because you two are finally together, right?”
Atsumu and Shouyo paused at that question, looking at each other, since they didn’t get to reach that point, Sakusa himself having interrupted them. So, they blinked, for then bursting out laughing, Atsumu grabbing Hinata’s arm and yanking him close, wrapping strong arms around him, nuzzling his neck.
“’course, we’re together, right my Shouyo?”
“Yes, Atsumu,” he replied, tiptoeing to kiss his lips, ignoring Sakusa’s protests.
“You two are gonna be insufferable, you’re going to be my death, I just know it,” he muttered out, even if he didn’t look truly upset.
“Shut yer trap, Omi, yer seein’ Samu, arentcha?”
“And what if I am, something to say against it?”
“Just treat him well and don’t let me catch ya doin’ stuff with him.”
Sakusa widened his eyes first and then hissed, looking like a cat whose tail, someone stepped on, slamming the door shut in Atsumu’s face before walking away while grumbling between his teeth about annoying blonde idiots and bad taste in men.
*****
MONDAY MORNING, MSBY FACILITY:
Meian Shugo should really ask for a significant raise, because the minute Hinata and Miya stepped inside the lockers’ room, holding hands, and looking like the two saps in love they were, he knew they were going to give him premature grey hair.
But the moment they undressed, to get into their training clothes, chaos broke loose inside the room. What the hell did they do while drunk? He was glad they were finally together, therefore putting everyone out of the misery their mutual pining and horrible flirting put them through, but what the heck was wrong with them? They were covered with bite marks, hickeys, scratches and, what was worse, they enjoyed showing them off.
“Woah, someone clearly had a busy weekend, hmm?” Shion obviously couldn’t shut up, high-fiving their new teammate. “Good job, Hinata!”
“Uhm, thanks?” The ginger spiker sheepishly replied, returning the gesture with a sensible dose of embarrassment yet still grinning.
“Hey, hey, hey!” Bokuto jumped in, loud and boisterous as always. “I heard them when I came back from the party and seriously, my student grew up so much, I had to call Akaashi and tell him about it!”
“Bokuto, shut up, will you? I don’t need to hear something so disgusting as first thing in the morning, thus ruining practice,” Sakusa protested, glaring visibly annoyed.
“Oh, shut up, Omi, yer the last one entitled ta talk!”
“What’s that supposed to mean, Miya? And put something on already, will you? No need to show the marks and scratches Hinata gave you,” he hissed, eyes veering on the spiker. “Hinata!”
“Yes?”
“I already told you to do something about your stupid boyfriend.”
Meian sighed out and sat on a bench, massaging his forehead. It was going to be a long day, he just freaking knew it. Thomas joined him with an amused smile, chuckling.
“Who’s going to tell them?” He asked Shugo, and the man lifted his eyes to the ceiling, calling for all his patience. Right, MSBY manager took a decision while he found a new accommodation for Hinata.
“I have a feeling your boyfriend will do the honour; he enjoys stirring chaos.” Thomas laughed, affectionately slapping Meian’s shoulder.
“Yeah, my babe definitely does.”
Shugo seriously deserved a raise.
“Oh, by the way guys, wanna hear something new?” Case in point, Inunaki of course jumped on the occasion with a wicked grin.
“What’s up Wan-san?” Miya was still shirtless, arms draped over Hinata, who did nothing to discipline him.
“You four are going to become roommates, our manager just decided it seeing how well along you get, so pack your things, this week you’re all going to move to a new apartment,” he delivered the news with eerie calm, yet never ceasing to smirk like the ferret he was.
“Is this a joke?” Sakusa dreaded as he widened his eyes at Shion, who only snickered, nodding back. “This is not funny, Inunaki-san.”
“I beg to differ,” he laughed. “This is very funny, Sakusa.”
“Hey, hey, hey! That’s amazing! Hinata and I are going to be roommates! So, we can have double dates when Akaashi will visit! Omi-kun, ya can join us with Samu-Samu, right?”
“Ugh.”
“Oh, Bokuto-san, I’d love that! When is Akaashi-san coming over?” The guy jumped up, Miya finally realizing what was going on and wrapping his arms even more tightly around the spiker. “Atsumu-san! We’re gonna live together!”
“We take dibs for the big bedroom,” the setter boasted. “But I ain’t going out to stupid double dates with Samu and Omi-Omi.”
“Shut up, Miya!” Sakusa barked, for then taking his phone and furiously typing on it.
“Whatcha doin’?”
“None of your business,” he hissed while typing faster.
“Writing to your…boyfriend?” Shion of course stirred the pot, Thomas going to join him. “Wait, are you two together-together or just casual about it?”
Sakusa glared at him, for then rolling his eyes when Miya opened his loud trap, the two starting to argue, Bokuto and Hinata talking non-stop, Barnes only chuckling but doing nothing to instil some discipline.
“If you must know, I just asked Osamu to let me hide at his place, because there is no way I can live under the same roof of Miya while dating Hinata,” he snapped. “They’re going to be the death of me.”
“Ahhh? Whatcha mean with that, Omi-Omi?”
“No, Omi-san, I want to live all together, it’s going to be so much fun!”
“Yes, it’s going to be amazing, right Hinata?”
“Ugh!”
As more chaos ensued inside the lockers’ room, Meian Shugo simply looked at his teammates, reminding himself that, although they were a crazy bunch and a huge pain in the ass, he liked them, because MSBY was the best team ever.