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Every Hallowen, Bokuto’s exactly the kind of guy to wear a costume that some people would call “slutty”, but since it’s on him, nobody really cares to complain. He just looks good . He somehow always finds a way to put his chest and well-defined abs on full display, no matter the costume, and even though it might be an obvious opportunity to show off, NOBODY wants to complain, because what he’s showing off is a welcome sight. His thighs look good in whatever pants he wears, and it’s unfair to anyone else who’s present because they just can’t compete with the raw sex appeal he exudes even in something as absolutely ridiculous as this year’s “sexy zombie football star”.
Even though everybody else on the Jackals is pretty hot, too, he sticks out with a sore thumb. Atsumu’s costume is dramatic but well-assembled, because he’s never one to play down the opportunity to look absolutely amazing. Sakusa, of course, has immaculate taste and his perfectly assembled costume is a perfect fit for the party. (That part is easy, since the party is at his place, but it’s not like the effort is unnoticed anyway.)
Hinata… isn’t great with costumes. He always got help from his parents when he was in middle and high school, and it’s been years since he had their help, so the cheap-costume-store vampire look (complete with plastic fangs) is less intimidating than it is downright adorable, which makes for a good costume in the end anyway, even if the fangs get in the way of literally everything .
It makes for a fun party, though, and they all lose track of how many photos are taken through the evening.
Things start out well-contained, with organized games and things, but as team members drink more and lose interest, Sakusa finds himself forced to round people up so their messes are contained. He’s determined to be a graceful host, but the Jackals are a rowdy bunch, and it’s getting harder as the night progresses.
Hinata’s an accidental mess—spilling punch down the front of his white shirt every time Bokuto or Atsumu throws an arm around him, and sometimes spilling just because the little fangs get in the way. It would add more to his costume if the punch was the right color, but instead his shirt is splattered with a sickly green color after a few glasses. Bokuto, of course, is rowdy as ever, and what little fabric he started out wearing is somehow covering less and less of him as it rides up or gets more ripped due to the “accidental” flexing he seems to be doing more and more of.
Eventually, it’s too much. Sakusa is completely exasperated by how rowdy things are getting, and there are too many hors d’oeuvre plates piling up that he needs a few minutes to sort through, so when Atsumu suggests a horror movie to bring everyone together, he’s actually a little pleased. While everyone is grouping up in the living room, trying to pick a movie, Sakusa takes the chance to dip out. Blessedly, things do settle down as the intro credits roll.
Unplanned, however, is the fact that not every attendee feels the same way about horror. While Atsumu and Hinata lean into it, enjoying the supernatural flick that they chose (which is lucky for Atsumu, since he suggested it at his brother’s recommendation and would definitely be the subject of relentless teasing if the movie sucked).
Bokuto, though, despite his bravado he presented at the beginning of the mopvie, does not do quite as well. After making a big show about being there for his teammates “if you need someone to keep an eye out for ghosts or killers out the windows,” the first jumpscare reveals a completely different side of him. Still, though, they all keep watching. Bokuto does his best to brave his way through it.
Hinata, meanwhile, grew up with a little sister—he knows what it’s like to have a walking jumpscare living in the house with him, so he finds himself gleefully watching as the story unfolds. He is a little bit confused when Bokuto’s shaking hand finds his shoulder, but doesn’t mind all that much when he’s pulled in a little tighter, and slides right up next to him, enjoying the extra warmth. In part, it’s because his costume was a bit restrictive, so he lost the cape hours ago, but because the fall chill is setting in a little bit It’s definitely not a problem that Bokuto is hot in more ways than one.
He has to duck a little to avoid the football pads on Bokutos’s shoulders, which are also quickly set off to the side because, while he’s not keen on admitting it right away, Bokuto cares more about the comfort of company than he does maintaining the look of his costume, especially in the dark.
But Hinata also realizes, when Bokuto grips him tightly as the lighting onscreen changes suddenly, that the big hunk is scared .
To Hinata, this is hilarious.
He does his best to contain himself, but at the next tense moment, he slips a hand against Bokuto’s bare thigh (realizing right then just how short his costume shorts are) and has to hold back a giggle as Bokuto yelps in shock.
Of course, he apologizes, nuzzling his forehead against Bokuto’s side (not ignorant of the fact that either Bokuto’s deodorant or cologne smell really good mixed with his general nervous sweating), and nods an apology to Sakusa. Atsumu looks amused by the outburst, so they all relax. Still, Hinata leaves his hand resting atop Bokuto’s thigh so the big guy knows he’s there to comfort.
He finds himself stroking his thumb against the outside of Bokuto’s tense muscles (a reflex he had picked up years earlier from many attempts to calm Kageyama down after matches by patting or rubbing his back) and is a little surprised by the way Bokuto slides down into the couch, causing his hand to inch closer to the seam of those too-short shorts.
When his finger bumps the seam, that’s when Hinata looks down and realizes something— Bokuto is hard. Whether it’s from the energy and fear of the movie (he’s heard that people get horny when they’re scared), or if it’s from the way his hand rests warmly against his teammate’s skin, Bokuto’s sporting quite the bulge. It’s not even half a chub— Hinata’s pinky bumps against it and he realizes this is a full on erection that’s nearly poking out the bottom of Bokuto’s shorts.
And, well… Hinata can’t help but stare. With how tight the fabric is, he can clearly make out the full swell of the head of Bokuto’s cock mere centimeters from his finger. And with that notion, he realizes just how close he’s been to giving his teammate a hand job for… what, half a movie, by this point?
Maybe there’s a bit of drink in his decision making, but he feels like he wouldn’t be displeased by that idea no matter the situation.
“Hey, Sakusa,” he asks, innocently, and moves his arm just a little to obscure Bokuto’s boner. “Do you have any blankets? I’m a little cold.”
Atsumu is quicker than Sakusa is, and chucks a folded up throw toward Hinata, who gracefully unfolds it over his and Bokuto’s laps, accepting the grateful look from Bokuto. That is, it’s a look of gratefulness until Hinata’s hand slides up the inside of his thigh, his pinky making contact with the ridge of his cockhead that’s so prominent through the skimpy shorts.
And Hinata grins . He’s so glad it’s dark and that his mischief is disguised, and he leans in a little closer, enjoying the movie more than ever as Bokuto squirms under his touch, hips moving up into Hinata’s touch.
It seems like Bokuto handles the jump scares a little better when he’s distracted. Instead of his whole body jumping, Hinata feels Bokuto’s cock twitching in his hand while he slides the shorts up inch by inch, exposing most of Bokuto’s length under the blanket so he can touch and hold and tease as well as he wants.
And even if the movie is good, this is more fun, because Bokuto really has to hold back his sounds while Hinata wraps fingers around his full length, stroking him slow and steady. Only the sound of Bokuto’s quickening breath indicates he’s feeling anything intense, and that can easily be pinned on the movie, so Hinata is free to change his pace to match up with Bokuto’s reactions and the way his warm cock throbs under his practiced touch.
Bokuto is absolutely wrecked by the time the credits are rolling, and Hinata can tell, so he grants him one mercy and quickens his pace, moving his other hand under the tip of Bokuto’s cock to catch the sticky result of the hour-long handjob in his palm.
It’s just in time, too.
Just as Hinata is picking up his hand to lick Bokuto’s cum off his palm, Atsumu flicks the lights on, and Bokuto has never been more grateful for a blanket. Watching his pink tongue move like that makes Bokuto’s cock throb again, and he remembers just in time to slide his shorts back down to cover himself.
“Gross, why are you licking your hand like that?” Atsumu asks.
Hinata swallows, Bokuto’s load sliding down his throat, and grins at him. “Eh, just some salt leftover from the popcorn,” he says, and to demonstrate, he licks the last drop of cum from between his thumb and finger.
Bokuto’s never been more horrified in his life, and surprisingly, it isn’t the horror movie’s fault.