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The Jackals’ party ends, and of course Bokuto needs revenge. Hinata toyed with him so easily, he can’t resist the opportunity.
So almost as they’re out the door, as soon as it closes, leaving Atsumu and Sakusa to do whatever cleanup is left, they book their way to the car.
Almost immediately Hinata finds himself pressed against the passenger side door, Bokuto’s leg between his thighs. His face is so close, breath warm against Hinata’s face, and they stay there for a moment, their bodies warm against each other despite the cold around them, before Bokuto says: “I can’t believe you did that.”
“I mean—”
“In front of EVERYONE,” he finishes, his breath hot against Hinata’s ear. When he pulls back, Hinata is grinning and tilting his head, and his eyes look so fucking pretty under the moonlight.
“Well, you liked it, didn’t you?” he asks, feigning innocence, and Bokuto wants him so bad, because that little look of mischief between his adorably (almost believable) doe eyes is too fucking sexy to handle.
But then Hinata grinds up against his thigh, the illusion of innocence lost, and Bokuto feels his hardness through the cheap costume-fabric pants, and he groans. Not out of frustration, though, and his teammate knows the difference now, after hearing Bokuto’s suppressed moans and whimpers for the whole movie.
“Thought so,” Hinata says, and he sucks in a breath, catches his lower lip between his teeth, and grinds his hips forward again. Bokuto’s cock throbs despite his recent (incredibly intense) orgasm.
The way Hinata’s looking at him, it’s hard to resist, his curls catching the low light from the cloudy moonlit sky and casting shadows across his pale, smiling cheeks. So Bokuto doesn’t bother resisting.
It’s not much of a step, really, given that Hinata’s hand was wrapped around Bokuto’s cock just a little while before, but the kiss feels important, groundbreaking in a way the handjob felt just teasing and superficial.
It’s the same way for Hinata, even though he had eagerly licked Bokuto’s load from between his fingers earlier, the kiss is so much more. His cock throbs against Bokuto’s thigh as he reaches his hands across his teammate’s broad back, catching on the plastic of his costume football pads so he can pull him closer.
Bokuto is readily hard again as well, and he eagerly accepts the way Hinata pulls him in. He’s more than ready for the way he tugs at him and slides his hands down his bare back toward his ass and pulls his hips inward, because it means he has morte contact with Hinata. Bokuto’s cock aches with every push, every thrust, ever slow roll of Hinata’s hips up his length as strong hands cup the muscles of his behind and lips move from his mouth to his neck to his collar and back up again.
They keep kissing, grinding steadily while they lean up against Bokuto’s car, until a sharp burst of wind reminds them they’re still out in the open. The chill is more than enough to force them apart to move inside the vehicle.
Honestly, though, they both know they’re not making it home without resolving this, and before they know it they’re in the backseat, Bokuto’s back against the chair while Hinata’s crammed between his legs rubbing directly against his hard cock that’s slipped out of his shorts once again, but this time they don’t need to hide it. Before long their lower layers are shed; costume pieces discarded, and their bare, precum-slick cocks rubbing together as they continue to needily make out under the halogen light under the car.
Bokuto’s still got his shoulder pads on, and Hinata’s still in his white dress shirt, but that’s not any hindrance to their frenzy.
In fact, Hinata lives the leverage, hooking his fingers in the plastic once again to give himself a bit more grip. When he wets his hand with spit to finger at Bokuto’s hole, it’s nice to be able to pull Bokuto forward for another kiss just as he slides his middle finger in.
Bokuto gasps against his mouth, and god, it feels good to be loud. Half of Bokuto’s charm is his exuberance, and Hinata’s all the more turned on by just how passionate he sounds when he’s not holding back. The volume only increases as Hinata’s fingertip grazes his prostate, and his cock bounces against his abs. Leaving a string of pre between his skin and the tip of his cock.
Soon enough, another wet finger slips inside, and they don’t care if they’re a little loud because out here, it’s just them; Bokuto’s hand wrapped around Hinata’s cock, stroking him while Hinata stretches him just a little further for yet another finger.
Bokuto didn’t even consider the idea he’d be bottoming for his teammate tonight, but with the way Hinata stretches him and pushes into him, he feels incredibly lucky. He responds by gripping Hinata’s cock in a way that must be just right, listening for the sounds Hinata makes when he feels good, and leaning back in satisfaction when Hinata’s voice rings out.
There’s no lube in the car, but there is a condom in the center console, which Bokuto reaches behind Hinata to grab.
He’s not worried about anything, but he wants things to go smoothly, and the little bit of lube on the condom is… at least something.
Even putting it on Hinata is erotic. Rolling the latex down Hinata’s fully erect shaft sparks noises Hokuto never imagined he’d hear from his teammate, and he can’t help but enjoy a couple extra now-slick strokes along Hinata’s length before he adjusts himself to give him a better angle to access to his hole. The gentle prodding is intimidating, but Hinata’s thoughtful (for once outside a match) and holds Bokuto’s hand while he lines himself up and pushes inside.
The way his face moves as the head of his cock slips in is so fucking sexy-cute that Bokuto wishes he had a camera on him instead of in his shorts pocket on the floor of the car. It’s easy to decide he’ll just have to make Hinata make that face again sometime soon.
Then, Hinata is sinking into him, and he forgets to care about facial expressions because Hinata’s cock is hot inside him while pleasured moans fill the car, Bokuto’s cock twitching and dripping against his exposed abdomen.
And, god, they can’t resist speed. They’re both fast and impatient as always, so Hinata’s hips buck forward to push fully in, and then they’re fucking, hard and fast and rough, as though they don’t have the whole rest of the night to finish.
But Hinata’s lips are against Bokuto’s and it’s too good—it feels so right to be filled like this, to have Hinata thrusting into him over and over, and the speed doesn’t even matter because all he wants is more .
Hinata barely lasts—he’s been hard since halfway though the movie, and Bokuto’s so tight and hot that he unloads into the condom and shouts out in ecstasy as he does, and Bokuto finishes himself with a few impatient strokes, cumming directly upwards and making a sticky mess of his shoulder pads and Hinata’s clean shirt.
They stay there panting for a moment, Hinata’s cock softening inside Bokuto, before they pull apart. Hinata ties the condom off and discards it on the floor to throw away when they get home.
Still, the drive home is filled with so much excitement, so much potential, that they’re barely through the front door before the used condom and their costumes are discarded next to the trash and they’re on each other again all the way to Bokuto’s room, where they kiss and grind even though they barely have energy left to stand, and fall sleep in a naked mess of limbs and sweat and adoration.
The next morning, breakfast is all the sweeter because they’re sharing the memory of the night, and that is well worth the headache of doing dishes so early.