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Dinner was takeout Chinese and watching a volleyball game in the living room. They had both played back in high school for a tad bit and the conversation came easily. Almost as easily as Hinata had in the kitchen while they were cleaning up, or again on the couch after the game had finished. Kageyama was the most selfish lover Hinata had ever had— refusing the slightest of touches until he was coming undone with tears streaming down his freckled cheeks.
“Tobio, please!” Hinata cried, struggling to free his wrists from the tight grip that held them above his head. Kageyama tightened his hold on Hinata, each snap of his hips pushing them deeper into the couch.
“Tsk, tsk Shouyou, finish your request,” he chuckled darkly and Hinata moaned in tandem. Kageyama refused to slow down as he leaned down to attack the swollen nipples.
“God, your body reacts so naturally. I hardly have to do anything,” he blew on the wet mark he left. Hinata arched his back, the retort of ‘ it’s been a while, jackass’ dying on his tongue as he quit struggling.
“Tobio, please, I need to touch you,” Hinata’s voice was breathy and weak, but it must have been enough. Kageyama froze for a moment before slowly releasing him.
Now that he was free, Hinata wasted no time pulling Kageyama’s face to his, crashing them together, not caring if their teeth clashed. His hands roamed the body that was responsible for so much pleasure, gripping, kneading, spreading, and marking. Neither one lasted much longer once his fingers were able to touch everywhere he pleased.
As they laid on the couch, catching their breaths, Hinata chuckled. “I think you’re the sensitive one Tobio. You never seem to last long after you free my hands.”
Kageyama didn’t respond… at least not vocally. But the venomous glare and the harsh shove pushing Hinata onto the floor was answer enough. They bickered for an hour after that before falling onto Hinata’s bed. Tomorrow was Hinata’s full virtual day so he didn’t have anywhere to be while Kageyama had one class he was the teacher’s aide in the afternoon.
The next morning they were awoken by someone’s phone vibrating constantly. Neither moved as the buzzing became incessant.
“Oi, get your phone,” Hinata’s sleepy reply came from somewhere deep under the covers. Kageyama sent a sharp knee to his lower back reaching behind him to grab the intrusive device.
“It’s your phone, dumbass. Mine is in the living room charging.” He tossed the phone toward Hinata, who pulled it under like some sort of monster pulling a meal into their cave. Ugh, he had the tapping sounds turned on. How did Kageyama always end up with the kind of person who had their tapping sounds turned on?
“Hah? Why is my… phone…?” Kageyama leaned in close enough trying to catch Hinata’s mumbling. A loud cry startled him as he was knocked off the bed by Hinata suddenly running like the apartment was on fire. “Oh my god, I have an oral exam today! Like in an hour! Crap!”
Kageyama rolled his eyes, but rubbed his cheek against the pillow. He didn’t have anything for another 3 hours so he was planning on sleeping his way through the day. He could feel sleep creeping back into his system when he was suddenly assaulted with something.
“What!” He sat up, realizing he had been hit with his own clothes. Thud. And his backpack. “What the fuck is this? I thought your day was virtual?”
Hinata was already running back out of the room. “They are coming here! It’s a scholarship check. I’m in scholarship housing so it’s an exam and house check all in one!”
“And you forgot about it?! How stupid are you?” Kageyama bit back. He groaned getting dressed, feeling sore in ways he hadn’t in a while. He had been hoping for another round at least before saying their awkward goodbyes. Kageyama looked out of the doorway as Hinata continued to run around the apartment. It wasn’t a lie that this short ginger irritated the fuck out of him but that didn’t mean he wasn’t the best lay Kageyama had since college started. Even Oikawa wasn’t near as naturally receptive to Kageyama as Hinata was.
As Shouyou is.
Kageyama bit the inside of his cheek trying to stop the errant thoughts of all the positions they haven’t done, all the things he hasn’t tried with him. But this would probably be the only time. He strolled into the living room avoiding the frantic man. He picked up his phone, tapping it until he found Hinata's contact information. Or maybe this wouldn’t be a one-time thing. He plugged in his current location since he knew he had a shitty memory.
Just in case.
“Oi, dumbass, do you have any coffee?”
“What? No, no I don’t drink coffee. Damn, where is my tie?”
Kageyama sighed. Well, he could grab some before he went home. He made it all the way to the front door before Hinata called out to him. Wait, did Hinata think they were a thing now? Surely not. It was a casual date. With amazing sex. But they hadn’t necessarily talked about it not being a casual thing. Kageyama turned around, unsure how this was going to end.
Either Hinata was going to ask to see him later, to which Kageyama would be suave and say, “Oh? Miss my godliness already?” or something like that. Or Hinata was going to say thank you, to which Kageyama would scoff and say, “You’re such a dumbass. See ya around,” or something like that.
“You almost forgot your book, idiot. See ya later.” And with that, Kageyama was pushed across the threshold and the door shut. Kageyama stared at the hideous puce color of the door before spinning on his heel. Dumbass shrimp. Whatever, he didn’t want to talk about anything anyways. He pulled his phone out, sending a text to the group chat. Maybe someone would be up for a run.
$%^$^#^%
Kageyama went through the rest of his day waiting for a text or something from Hinata. Not that he needed it but it just seemed like a thing the spitfire dumbass would do. By Sunday evening, with no word, he had effectively forgotten all about his disciple. The College of Health Sciences ran a week-long conference across campus to advertise the tutoring and training services of the college. Dean Soule had excused the graduate students from all classes as she ran them ragged with her demands but it was very worth it.
By the end of the week, Kageyama had several new clients in all of his listings, signing one more than Oikawa himself, and felt himself relax back into his routine. It wasn’t until the next Tuesday that Hinata was brought back to the center of his mind.
“Ah, so kind of my wife to return my last row students to me,” Professor Soule jested as Kageyama and his group entered the lecture hall. “How else would I know the precise time to start my lecture?” But when Kageyama went to respond, his eyes locked on to the man he had all forgotten about, memories swarming him. Hinata seemed to feel eyes on him and looked up, a smile frozen on his face, before his face lit aflame.
Kageyama smirked into his thermos. Seems like he wasn’t the only one who had pushed their time together to the back of their minds. Before Kageyama could make a step toward Hinata, he felt himself being herded up the stairs. Akaashi led the pack, as Oikawa and Kageyama elbowed one another toward their seats with Sugawara acting as the buffer.
“Professor, you wound us,” Sugawara chuckled as everyone settled. The lecture began with another soul having to discuss random bits of information that no one cared about. His crew had already pulled out their devices to waste the 15 minutes with Kageyama’s thumb hovering over the text icon next to Hinata’s name.
“That good huh?”
Kageyama sputtered, dropping his phone as Oikawa waved his apologies as everyone turned to look at the commotion. Hinata furrowed his brow toward Kageyama but turned around when Oikawa waved his few fingers toward him in particular.
“Guess he only has eyes for you, Little Tobio,” Oikawa slouched in his chair, pouting, as Sugawara and Akaashi chuckled to themselves. “So what’s the deal with shrimp?”
Kageyama shrugged, ignoring the shared look between Suga and Oikawa. Akaashi continued to take notes on the student lecture happening. “Dunno. We haven’t talked since last Thursday.”
“Hmmm? And this upsets you?” Oikawa leaned in to blow a quick breath of air in Kageyama’s ear. Below, Hinata seemed to slump in his chair. Kageyama pushed Oikawa off, into Suga, knocking Askaahi.
“Upset isn’t the right word.” Tobio chewed his lip trying to define what he was feeling, but of course, Oikawa and Sugawara took it the wrong way.
“Ew Tobio, keep your nasty thoughts to yourself. I’m trying to learn about…” Sugawara glances at Akaashi’s notes, “the effects of cow gas in the environment… why are we listening to this?”
Kageyama’s phone buzzed in his hand. Message from Hinata Shouyou. He glanced at his friends who were busy discussing bovine flatulence before opening the text.
SH (11:11 am) Heard the conference went well 🙈
Kageyama raised a brow toward the back of Hinata’s head before shooting off a reply. He smirked when Hinata opened it, squawking and having to apologize for interrupting.
TK (11:11 am) Small talk doesn’t suit my disciple. Just come out and ask.
SH (11:12 am) Hmph. 😡 I was *trying* to apologize for not reaching out sooner. But nvm. 😑
TK (11:12 am) Don’t tell me you failed and got kicked out of housing. Fucking dumbass
Kageyama leaned his chin onto his hand, smiling silently, watching Hinata scrunch his shoulders while texting back with so much force, the cute blonde beside him leaned away. His phone buzzed again, but he waited until Hinata chanced a look back to see if he was paying attention before checking the message.
SH (11:13 am) I passed with flying colors tyvm. Even mentioned my *glowing skin* 💁♂️
SH (11:13 am) Maybe you’re my good luck charm 😏😏
Kageyama snorted, waving off his friends who finally noticed he wasn’t joining in their circus.
TK (11:15 am) That’s stupid.
TK (11:15 am) Maybe I just scrambled your brain enough for you to finally be intelligent
“Ah yes, Mr. Kageyama,” Kageyama jolted when the Professor called him. “We hounded Mr. Hinata regarding your date and it’s only fair to ask you. How did it go?”
Kageyama glanced over at Hinata with narrowed eyes. If he said something opposite of Hinata, whether, on the good side or bad side of the date scale, they would never hear the end of the situation. And he was absolutely sure his friends would include the Dean on it. He’d keep it vague, no details to rat him out, as his phone buzzed again.
“It went well. Thank you for asking,” and smiled. He was pretty sure Akaashi whispered “scary” beside him with Oikawa making gagging noises but the Professor merely nodded and began his lecture. Kageyama opened a new document to begin taking notes, forcing himself not to look at Hinata to gauge his response.
What had he said when asked by the professor? Was he as vague as Kageyama? Did he provide details? Another buzz reminded him of unread messages.
SH (11:15 am) Wow even after all that you’re still a dick 🕵
SH (11:16 am) I said the date went well 🥳️ Very pleasant. Great company. Feel free to hype me up 😘
SH (11:17 am) Your smile is scary 😱
TK (11:20 am) Whatever dumbass.
The texting stopped as the lecture moved into full swing with Hinata flying out of the door at the end. Suga had bumped Kageyama’s shoulder to get a reaction but Kageyama kept a blank face, moving on to their next classes. But as the day continued, Kageyama found himself thinking more and more of those brown eyes full of tears, cheeks red with heat, the sounds that fell from soft lips.
Good luck, huh?
$%^$^#^%
Kageyama kicked Hinata across the shin as he passed him two days later. Hinata yelped but Kageyama didn’t react, moving quickly up the stairs and settled before the rest of his friends finished cutting up with the professor. He felt Hinata’s eyes on him and smiled inwardly when he felt his phone buzz.
SH (10:55 am) You could just text first. My poor shin 😭😭😭
TK (10:55 am) Whatever idiot. Today at 3? I wanna test something
Kageyama felt his knee bounce as he waited for Hinata to check his phone. He glared when Hinata just continued to talk to everyone around him instead, like some ball of sunshine. He felt himself twitch at the memory of the last time he called Hinata, Sunshine. Dammit dumbass, text back.
“You okay, Tobio?” Sugawara asked. The ever-observant mom of the group.
“Hmm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. Just a little tense,” Kageyama muttered. Why have a fucking phone if you aren’t going to use it? Maybe he had an eraser or something he could throw and hit his stupid head.
“Sounds like you need to ask Shrimp down there for a quickie,” Oikawa pouted toward his own phone. “Ugh, Iwa is being so mean today. I didn’t even do anything wrong!”
Sugawara looked incredulous as Kageyama leaned forward, seeing Hinata finally pick up his phone. “Tooru, you literally snoozed his alarm to suck his d—”
“Gross Koushi. You shouldn’t use foul language in the presence of Little Tobio.”
SH (10:59 am) 🤔
What the fuck did that mean?
SH (11:00 am) that should be okay….. You good? 😶
TK (11:00 am) fine. Just need an offering~
Kageyama fired back his response a little too quickly, but he didn’t care. Hopefully, Hinata would pick up the hint, respond with a yes, and his leg could stop bouncing. Once he realized it was going to be a minute or two before he received a response, Kageyama’s brain finally caught what Oikawa had said.
“Seriously Oikawa? You didn’t seem to think I was so innocent when we fuc—”
“Oh my god! Stop! Poor Keiji will never want to hang out with us anymore!” Oikawa whined, fluttering his eyelashes toward Akaashi. Sugawara and Kageyama groaned. Akaashi would either go along with Oikawa just to make him stop being dramatic all over his notes or tell the truth with little pizazz, which of course would also set Oikawa off. Kageyama glanced at his phone and tried not to pout at the lack of a new notification.
Akaashi popped his shoulder, “I would have stopped long ago if hearing about your sexcapades bothered me.” Oikawa choked on his spit as Akaashi began typing again. “I like Iwaizumi though. He always apologizes for disturbing me... Well for causing you to disturb me.”
Kageyama rolled his eyes leaving Sugawara to console Oikawa as his phone finally pinged. But the message didn’t elicit the response he was looking for.
SH (11:07 am) You never asked me if I was into dirty talk 🤷♂️🤷♂️
Shit.
TK (11:08 am) ...shit
Kageyama mentally slapped his forehead. How could he be so stupid? He had just assumed Hinata was into the words based on his reaction at the restaurant. Kageyama wiped his hands on his jeans, trying to figure out how to save this. He didn’t think that saying, “my bad. Can I stick my dick in you today anyways” would make the shorter man comfortable. He kept typing a few words and erasing when a few messages came in back to back.
SH (11:10 am) Don’t worry 😪😪 It plays into your asshole personality
Kageyama felt himself lock his jaw. This little punk...
SH (11:10 am) It’s hot 🥵 Like all I think about 😈
And just like that, the switch went from anger back to horny.
SH (11:10 am) 3pm. Remember the location? 😋
TK (11:10 am) yep.
SH (11:20 am)🙏
At 3 pm on the dot, Kageyama barely landed three knocks on that ugly puce door before it swung open. He was pulled by his shirt through the threshold. Hinata’s lips were deliciously hungry and Kageyama felt his entire body relax. So he wasn’t the only one who needed this. Whatever this was.
Kageyama dropped his bag on the floor and toed off his shoes, as Hinata began crawling up his body. His strong legs wrapped around Kageyama’s waist and pulsed when his tongue slipped inside. Kageyama moaned as his tongue reacquainted itself with Hinata’s. Hinata pulled back first, but threaded his hands into Kageyama’s hair, pulling him forward.
“For someone who was texting back very slowly,” he spoke into Hinata’s neck, “you sure are quick to jump me.” He licked along Hinata’s jawline. Hinata didn’t respond with words but with his body, shivering, words weren’t really necessary. Kageyama pulled on Hinata’s collar with his teeth as he groped the plush ass.
“God damn, all I’ve thought about is this filthy ass.” Hinata ground against Kageyama, both moaning at the feeling. At the anticipation.
“You too, Sunshine? Been thinking of me?” Another circle of the hips. “I won’t make that mistake again, tell me. What do you want?”
“Yes,” Hinata hissed after another particularly hard rotation. “Keep talking, please. Oh my god.” He seemed to choke on his words.
“Shit, your ass is amazing,” Kageyama palmed. “The only thing that got me through my damn classes.”
Hinata suddenly detangled himself, flipping them around. Kageyama shivered as the cool air brushed against the suddenly naked dip of his hips. “Just wait until you feel my mouth.”
“Wait Shou— oh fuck, do that again,” Kageyama’s complaint died as a lick to his cockhead had his mind swimming.
Hinata slowly lapped at the tip, making sure to catch the ridge. His lips parted and Kageyama held his breath as he felt the heat rush out. “Don't worry Tobio,” Hinata whispered, ghosting his lips across the head. “This prayer won’t take long.”
Kageyama would have been embarrassed by the noises Hinata’s tongue was pulling out of him, but he lost all functions when his mouth finally covered him completely. Hinata twisted his head left and right as he bobbed slowly, adding suction when he was pulling off. All while his tongue was zigzagging the length of Kageyama’s shaft. Hinata shifted further underneath him when Kageyama dropped his head against the wall.
Hinata mumbled something Kageyama couldn’t understand. Kageyama threaded his hands into the orange locks, massaging his scalp. “You shouldn’t talk with your mouth full. Some people find it disrespectful.” He peered down, moaning at the lewd expression. Hinata’s eyes were blown wide, a flush ran over his cheeks and down his neck. A few tears ran down his face, mixing with the saliva falling from the corners of his mouth.
“I honestly don’t know which way I like you more, dick in the ass or dick in the mouth,” he pat Hinata’s cheek. Brown eyes narrowed and all movement stilled. “Ah, don’t be like that. You look good stuffed either direction,” Kageyama teased. Hinata mumbled something, probably sassy, before pushing his nose all the way to black hair. Kageyama gasped as he felt Hinata’s throat swallow around his head.
“Waitwaitwaitwait…” Kageyama pulled his hips back to dislodge himself. Hinata was thankfully released with a pop. “Fuck. I should’ve known you know how to work a dick. But I wasn’t kidding,” he made his voice drop low enough that he felt his chest rumble. Hinata’s eyes dropped further, cheeks flushed from his hard work. “I’ve been dreaming of your filthy ass all week.”
As he continued to talk, Kageyama pushed Hinata back onto the floor of the hallway, crawling up his body. “The way you mold around me. So tight. So hot. It’s like you just pull me in and refuse to let me go.” He skimmed his nose up the bare throat, dragging his lower lip. He wanted to tease Hinata more but their lips locked, and Kageyama forgot all about that idea.
This kiss was slower but more intense than anything they had shared. There was just something about Hinata that made Kageyama want to bask in him. With every swipe of his tongue, the softness of his lips, the melody of the moans, Kageyama accepted the fact that he could be satisfied with just making out with Hinata. But a sudden throb to his dick had him pulling back reaching for his bag for his supplies.
“Can you stretch yourself? I’ll make it up to you next time.” He glanced at the clock
“I’m already stretched,” Hinata replied, aligning Kageyama up to his hole.
“Your body really is perfect isn’t it?” Kageyama groaned slowly pushing forward. “It gets better and better.”
“You’re so talkative,” Hinata whined. “Just fuck me already.”
Kageyama didn’t wait to be fully sheathed inside before pulling out, slamming back in. God damn, from the heat alone, Kageyama could have finished right then. He licked his palm to stroke Hinata, who was scrambling for purchase against the floor, babbling. “Who is the talkative one now?”
“Fuck fuck fuck! Tobio! Ung, please keep going.” As his eyes fluttered closed, Hinata arched off the floor changing the angle. Kageyama fell forward, balls slapping harshly against Hinata.
“Shit shit,” he wasn’t going to last, but Hinata wasn’t close. Hinata’s hand-pulled on the nape of his neck, pushing Kageyama into the junction of his shoulder.
“Bite. Hard.” were the instructions given. Kageyama bit like he was told and the cry from Hinata was enough to send him tumbling over. He was definitely adding biting to the list of what Hinata loved. He licked over the darkening spot as Hinata’s fingers massaged where they tried to rip his hair out.
"Tobio, you're heavy," Hinata grunted after they caught their breaths.
“Yeah yeah,” Kageyama pulled up and out, making quick work of the condom. “What time is it?”
Hinata craned his head back, trying to decipher the time from the clock. “It’s either 3:22 or 9:53. Ya got somewhere to be?”
Kageyama twisted his lips getting redressed. “Yeah sorry. I… uh.” The awkward tension crept in closer. Fuck, maybe he should have mentioned that before? It didn’t want to be a dick and just leave but it’s not like they had an arrangement.
Maybe they should have an arrangement.
Hinata tilted his head, waiting patiently for an answer. Kageyama grabbed a hand towel from his bag to at least help clean Hinata off.
“I...uh... have a test and you mentioned good luck so…” he mumbled out. He sounded so fucking lame. His cheeks heated as Hinata just smiled softly before stretching into a sly one.
“What happened to it being stupid, huh?” The humor in his voice soothed the anxiety Kageyama felt, but the cheekiness irritated him. “And here I thought you knew everything, Bakageyama.”
Kageyama harshly pinched Hinata’s thighs before standing up. “Shut up, dumbass. But yeah I gotta go. Sorry.”
“Good luck! Let me know how it went.”
$%^$^#^%
SH (5:55 pm) ???????
TK (6:30 pm) Guess you weren’t as full of shit as I thought.
SH (6:31 pm) I’m assuming you passed whatever? 🕵
TK (6:45 pm) Sent link
SH (6:50 pm) 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩
SH (6:52 pm) WOW!
SH (6:52 pm) Head of the research group! Dayummmm
SH (6:53 pm) Can I get your autograph? 😘😘😘
TK (6:54 pm) I’m sure I left a bite mark somewhere on you today. Just use that.
SH (7:00 pm) ASKFG
SH (7:01 pm) But what happens when it fades? 😅
TK (7:03 pm) Good thing we have a test next week then
SH (7:04 pm) amen 🙏
$%^$^#^%
And they continued seeing each other, fucking each other, whenever they had a test, exam, or project. Or were just pent up. Or just craved each other’s company on the lonely nights and days off.
Which wasn’t a problem until Oikawa decided to whine about it.
“Little Tobio never wants to hang out with us anymore!”
“You only want him to hangout because Iwaizumi has a huge internship event this week and I refuse to let you steal another movie night from me,” Sugawara mumbled nursing his cup. Exams were next week and they were all overworked, underpaid, and a little cranky although they all showed it differently. Akaashi color-coordinated everything with brighter colors, Sugawara became addicted to caffeine, Kageyama needed harder workouts, and Oikawa needed attention.
“Well yes, that may be but that still doesn’t change the fact that Tobio here isn’t in class, or working with the research team, he is nowhere to be seen!” The group paused as they entered the lecture hall before class had started.
“That shrimp must really be the best lay of your life,” Kageyama looked away, suddenly uncomfortable with the idea that Hinata was just a lay . And then perplexed over why that made him uncomfortable. Oikawa took his silence as a confirmation, which prompted him to add, “Well besides me of course.”
“Tooru, do you need help getting Iwaizumi’s attention? That sexy milkman costume I showed you last week is on sale. I’m sure we could—”
Kageyama tuned out their squawking to have a mini-meditation session over his sudden apprehension. Have things really changed? When had they changed? Why had they changed?
And suddenly Kageyama was transported to a month ago when he had stayed the night at Hinata’s.
This wasn’t the first time he had spent the night but something tickled his memory about it. He remembered waking up to dancing fingers across his bare chest and slow kisses on his collarbone. Hinata often woke before him, opting to do his morning meditation with the sun, but that day it seemed like he had another idea for his morning routine.
“What happened to spending time with the sun, Sunshine?” Kageyama winced at how rough his throat felt. The previous night was time well spent if he still felt it the next morning.
“Thought you’d like an offering this morning,” Hinata winked as he wedged himself between Kageyama’s thighs. They both forgot to redress after the last round last night. “It’s been a while since it was all about you.”
“You don’t have to,” Kageyama sat up on his elbows. “I told you I’m fine if you don’t…” To be honest, it was still awkward whenever it was just about him. He liked to tease about how reactive Hinata was to him but that was to avoid how fucking insane his body reacted to Hinata. It didn’t matter when or where or how Hinata touched him, it was overwhelming.
“I think you just get nervous… so let’s distract you!” Hinata kneaded Kageyama’s thighs. “So you got any kinks?”
Kageyama groaned, falling back against his pillow. “Shouldn’t we have talked about this months ago?” He threw an arm over his eyes, fighting a shiver as he felt Hinata’s thumb swipe the junction of his hips. “Does talking count?”
“With your filthy mouth? Yes. So lewd all the time.” Hinata teased. Kageyama wiggled nervously when he heard the bottle open. “But like anything else? Anything you wanna do or makes you just go crazy?”
“If you’re talking about the weird leather and chains, you might as well end it now.” He didn’t stop the shiver this time as his cheeks were separated and the warmed lubed fingers played with his hole.
“Kinks aren’t this weird subject, Tobio. Everyone’s got at least a few.” Hinata licked the dip in his hips as a finger pushed in. “Besides you have a major one I don’t think you realize.”
“Oh-ohhhh?” Kageyama moaned out. Hinata hummed against his hip, slowly moving his finger.
“You really are beautiful, ya know.” Kageyama moaned at his words. A second finger slipped in easier than it had when they tried this the first time. He felt himself clench up, preparing for a ribbon of pain, when the other hand slid up his side. “Your body looks like it was chiseled from marble. You could make blind men see.”
Kageyama peered down at Hinata, whose eyes were full of mirth. “What are you doing?”
“I’m pretty sure you have a praise kink, and I’m trying to exploit it.”
“What is tha-aaat fucking hell.” Hinata found the perfect spot inside and rubbed it slowly.
“It means you want me to tell you about why you’re amazing,” he began pumping a little harder and Kageyama bit his lip, “distracting,” Kageyama grabbed the sheets beside him as his mouth fell open, “beautiful,” he tried to close his legs, but Hinata pushed them open moaning against his thigh, “perfect.”
Warning bells began going off. It was too much too soon. Between his words and his motions, Hinata was threatening to flood his system. “Stop, Sunshine. I can’t…” Kageyama whined low and drew out, leaning up.
Hinata froze but did not withdraw. “Baby, let me try. It’s gonna feel so good. If you don’t like it, I won’t do it again. I just…. I want you to feel as good as you make me feel.” He kissed the top of Kageyama’s thigh. “Please, Tobio? Let me worship you.”
A slam of a briefcase on the lecture desk stops the memory in its tracks, not that it had been much longer before the finale. Hinata had turned him into jello, with three fingers and his words. Ever since then, they had switched positions frequently and explored even more kinks.
“And here you have made it to the end of the very, very, very tip of the iceberg of sociology,” Professor Soule began the final lecture. “I'll remind you that your exam is next Tuesday in this very room. You have your study guides, previous exams, and one more weekend to pray to whatever gods you’d like.”
“I won’t hold you long, this is merely tradition at this point. Please grab a popsicle stick and a marker from the baskets going around the room. Pick four subjects that will be added to my subject bucket until I retire.” Professor Soule chuckled to himself. “Oh except Hinata Shouyou. You have the honor as the first speaker of the class to be the last speaker. Up up! No questions, as long as you’d like. Your topic is How to take the next step.”
Kageyama watched as Hinata finished scribbling in his food journal, since he cheated last week and Kageyama refused to continue working with him if he was going to cheat, before moving toward the podium.
“Any next step?”
“How to take the next step is your subject. That’s all you get.” The professor settled down in one of the chairs on the front row, pulling out his phone.
“Hmm?” Hinata grabbed his chin, the brow crinkling as he thought. Kageyama rolled his eyes as he popped his marker open. He had decided on day one he was listing food groups because why not. It was several minutes of markers scribbling across wooden popsicle sticks before brown eyes popped open.
“How to take the next step,” Hinata turned on his charismatic voice. It was honeyed and hypnotic, and on purpose; Hinata told Kageyama once that he had watched many hours of motivational speakers and learned their speech, delivery, and body patterns. “Has to start with what your goals are. They can be ambiguous like “be happy” which is good because that’s always changing. Or something tangible like having a job in my field.”
Then you have to have an accountability part, which is where I know most people fail because they only try one or two ways to track your goals,” he scanned the room, and although it was hard to tell, Kageyama thought Hinata smiled when they locked eyes. “What are some ways you have been told to track goals?”
Various classmates called out; sticky-notes, journaling, calendar, check-list, meditation, therapy. Hinata nodded at all of them, but he cocked his head as the voices stopped. “See, those are really great ways but no one mentioned friends. A working group. Another human being or pet. It’s proven that having a pet helps people with depression, anxiety, and other medical illnesses combat them because you have something else holding you accountable. So if you’ve always struggled with the internal accountability that comes with the options mentioned by our peers, I would suggest finding a group.”
“If your goal is fitness, join a group. The coach, who wants your money, will call you asking where you are. If you need help in school, find a tutor. There are many different groups you can find with different personalities to balance it all out. Because,” Hinata ran his hand through his hair, causing Kageyama to clench his hand. Did everything Hinata did turn him on? “Come on, not all of you are good at everything all the time. You have the organizers,” he pointed to Yachi, the girl who had sat beside him all semester, “the motivator,” pointed to himself, “the oh honeys,” pointed to the empty chair of a guy who shows up once a month, “and maybe a know-it-all or two.” He waved his fingers up toward Kageyama and his friends.
Oikawa flipped his nose up with a hmph, Akaashi blinked blankly, Sugawara slumped in his chair blushing, and Kageyama leaned forward raising his brow. “Know-it-alls still know when you’re cheating in your food journal, dumbass,” he called out.
“Please hold all comments until the end of the presentation, sir,” Hinata waved him off. “Like I was saying, the group dynamic evens out as people adjust their goals to better fit their desire, needs, and wants. This group could also be your built-in friend group; they don’t have to be strangers. Once you have that group, you will probably start connecting with one more than the others.”
“You may not see eye to eye and that bugs you until you realize you’re becoming a better person,” Kageyama leaned forward on his elbows. Hinata’s voice was changing into something less motivational and more… Kageyama clicked his tongue as the word escaped him. “Whether intentionally or out of spite, you see yourself changing.”
“It takes an average of 66 days to form a new habit. That’s right around 9 weeks. But most of the time you don’t realize you’ve created a new habit until week 12 or 13 when something tickles your brain like a breath of nostalgia.” Hinata scratches the back of his neck, as Kageyama struggled with the word. It was a tone he noticed Hinata using frequently but damn, how would you describe it?
“Like when did I start running for fun?” Hinata made a face that some girls giggled at. Kageyama felt that tickle of nostalgia Hinata mentioned and a prickle of heat on his cheeks as he automatically knew the answer. He started running with Kageyama back in September. “When did I start drinking coffee?” After Kageyama left some during midterms, Hinata wanted to try it so ‘it wouldn’t go to waste'.
“When did I start meal prepping?” It was like puzzle pieces began falling into place. Meal prepping had started at Halloween, to help with the running. Hinata’s voice was drifting as he seemed to be transported to the same place Kageyama was.
“When did I start buying ingredients to make flan?” November. “Hell, when did I even learn how to make flan?” November, but three dozen broken eggs later.
Fuck, I love him.
“When did mornings waking up with someone else start feeling right?”
The memory about lazy morning cuddles came rushing back.
And I think he loves me back.
Nobody spoke as Hinata continued to be in a faraway place. Someone coughed causing the spell in the room to break. Hinata blinked a few times, blushing. “Ahem. Anyways, to take the next step, set some goals, grab an accountable partner, learn a habit, profit. Thank you.”
Professor Soule ended class after wishing them good luck. Hinata rushed out of the class as Kageyama held his head in his hands.
Now, what do we do?
$%^$^#^%
Hinata groaned, covering his head in his blanket fort on his couch. His phone was unlocked and he was staring at Yachi’s texts asking about his examples in his lecture from this morning, mocking him on his coffee table.
What came over him? He was originally going to talk about what to do after graduation or like how to cook but no. His dumb brain just wandered to those blue eyes again. Maybe Kageyama really did scramble his brain the first time they fucked. There was no way he was this stupid his entire life.
A message pinged from Yachi and Hinata groaned again, flopping down on the couch.
HY (2:55 pm) I think you should just tell him!!!! 🤗🤗🤗
HY (2:55 pm) Or…. merp. He probably already knows from your heart eyes in class. 😜😜
SH (2:56 pm) stop laughing at my pain 😡
SH (2:56 pm) Is it possible to get fucked stupid? Is that what happened to me? 🤒😪
HY (2:59 pm) Awh Shou… i think that’s just called love. 😍😍😍😍
SH (3:00 pm) I’d like to return it please 💃💃
A knock at the door drew his attention. Hopefully, it was Yachi coming to bribe her way back into his good graces with ice cream. He frowned slightly knowing Kageyama would get picky that he had more sugar today than protein.
“Ugh!” He shook his head. Kageyama this. Kageyama that! Kageyama hadn’t even texted him all day. That ship had probably sailed when he opened his stupid mouth in that stupid class. More knocking. Guess it wasn’t Yachi, since she knew where the spare key was.
“Coming, coming,” he slid down the hall in his blanket and socks to open the door. “Sorry I thought you were… Tobio?”
Kageyama stood breathing heavily against Hinata’s door frame. He was...wet? And flushed. “Wha-what is this? Tobio, what’s wrong? And why are you wet?”
Kageyama grimaced before pushing himself in, sliding his shoes off, heading toward the bathroom. Hinata locked the door with a “Sure! Come right in, I guess.”
“What are you doing right now?” Kageyama called back to him. Hinata gathered his blanket to not land in the puddles Kageyama was dripping on his floor. Did he go swim in the ocean? What the hell is happening?
“Uh… sulking? Trying to figure out when I lost brain cells?” Hinata’s voice was breathless, he frowned in his confusion. Kageyama peeked out from under the towel he was using to dry his hair off. “Excuse me, Mr. Olympic swimmer, you don’t get to give me that look dripping literal lakes down my hall. What’s going on?”
Kageyama laughed which made Hinata frown more. “You, actually.”
“Uh. What?” Hinata silently prayed for his two brain cells to try and understand what was happening. Kageyama dropped the towel on the sink and began stalking toward Hinata.
“You started getting all starry-eyed during class like you do when you talk about other customs. Like you do with volleyball,” Kageyama didn’t flinch as Hinata backed directly into the wall, boxing him in. “Like you do when we are together. You love me.”
“I… uh…”
“Come now, Sunshine, you can’t lie to me,” Kageyama dropped his voice, eyes scanning Hinata’s face. “For God so loved man, huh?”
“I’m so confused,” Hinata whispered. He could feel tears prickling. “What is happening, Tobio?”
“Marry me. Be with me. Date me. Whatever you want.” Kageyama’s lips pressed against his, punctuating each option.
“I think you got that order all fucked up.”
“Shouyou, I love you. I don’t care what we are. It doesn’t matter to me. I just want to take the next step with you.”
“Is this a joke?” Hinata whispered.
“Why do you think everything is a joke, you dumbass?”
“So it’s not a joke?”
“No, it’s not,” Kageyama sighed, knocking their foreheads together. “Be with me, Shouyou.”
“Only if you tell me why you’re all wet,” Hinata was stalling but he was still slightly concerned and really needed to know if this was a common occurrence.
Kageyama sighed, putting space between them. “I have been spinning in circles on how to tell you I love you and Akaashi told me to cool off. And dumped the entire cooler of water on me.” Hinata sputtered a laugh before covering it up. Kageyama shrugged before continuing, “But it worked. So, what’s your answer?”
Hinata bit the inside of his cheek processing. This last semester really had been the best time he had had. Kageyama gave him some space going back for the towel.
“I think you really did fuck me stupid that very first time because you’re all I think about,” Hinata whined, blushing. “I don’t know when it happened, it just did. Your laugh, your presence, your you . It just feels right to have you here with me.” He pushed his lower lip out, “plus, I am working really hard on this journal! How am I supposed to get an extra cheat day if we aren’t together?”
Kageyama was not letting them get distracted. His eyes were darkening and Hinata felt his breath stutter in his chest. Beautiful. “Say it then.”
“I love you, Tobio,” Hinata whispered. “God of Shouyou. You have completely ruined me for anyone else, so you need to take responsibility.”
“A god should always look after his disciples after all.” Kageyama cooed, stepping forward. “How long do you have?”
“The rest of my life.”
“Perfect.”