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      Explicit
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  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Hinata_Shouyou/Kageyama_Tobio
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      Published: 2017-08-23 Completed: 2017-11-18 Chapters: 13/13 Words: 32950
****** the one that i need (could be right here by my side) ******
by kagome_angel
Summary
     The seasons change, and so do they.
     Or: This is how they fall in love, and stay there.
Notes
     Title from Walk the Moon's "Sidekick". This is something I have been
     working on for months and was going to do it as one huge post, but
     then I changed my mind and decided to do it in installments/chapters.
     It's rated explicit because it will be. This fic is actually almost
     complete (I have about a chapter and a half left to actually write),
     and I decided... what the hey.
     Second-year Kageyama Tobio begins to realize that he feels quite a
     lot more for Hinata Shouyou than he ever bargained for. Sometimes
     love can surprise the hell out of you.
     This story starts in Spring, at the beginning of their second year,
     and will end in Spring, too. It's a slow burn for a bit, so please be
     patient with me (and these lovely boys).
     I'm not the best at this, and up until a few months ago, I had been
     horribly out of practice, as it were, with my writing. I'm still a
     little shaky. I'm still finding my words again, in ways. I have,
     however, been loving writing this so far. For me, it's incredibly fun
     to dip into Tobio's head. What lies ahead is a bunch of teasing,
     silly nicknames (mostly from Hinata), cuteness, night-time phone
     calls, and eventually, a good deal of sexy fun times. Again, patience
     is key. ;)
     Tags will be updated as chapters are added.
***** Spring (April) *****
Kageyama isn’t perfect, even though he sometimes wishes he could be. He’s
gotten plenty wrong along the way—
--and he is beginning to believe one of those ‘wrong’ things is having Hinata
Shouyou as his best friend—
--except only not really; this is probably (definitely) one of the things he’s
managed to get right, even though right at this exact moment he’s questioning
it just a little, perhaps.
“If you don’t go to sleep, dumbass,” he growls into the phone, leaning back
against the wall and internally heaving a tired sigh, “you won’t be able to do
shit tomorrow because you’ll be so sleepy! I’ll hit a serve into the back of
your head to wake you up, If I need to, even though that’s your move.”
Hinata makes a noise somewhere between a snort and a humpf, and the sound
settles somewhere between Kageyama’s chest and belly. “So rude, Kageyama! I was
just saying, I’m excited for tomorrow! But also nervous, because you know, we
don’t have Daichi or Suga or Asahi moving forward. And it’s going to be
different, and I know we’ll still go gwaaaahhh and zoom and--”
“Hinata” Kageyama interjects, trying to sound more annoyed than amused (he’s
pretty equally both), “it’s going to be all right one way or another. Ennoshita
knows what he’s doing, and we’ve got to trust him. Besides, we’ll have some new
first years, and they’ll bring something different to the table, probably, and-
-”
“And you’ll toss to me, right?” Shouyou sounds like a volcano about to erupt,
in a sense. It’s like all of his energy is currently just barely being
contained, some of it leaking out into his voice, his words. Kageyama can
imagine his smile right now, and can’t help but smile a little, himself.
“Of course I will, idiot.” It’s not like Hinata needs the verbal affirmation,
and Kageyama really shouldn’t feel the need to indulge him, but, well… “Now go
to sleep.”
Hinata’s sigh is overly-dramatic and long-suffering. “Fine, fine, Whiny-yama.
Goodnight.”
“Night,” Tobio answers softly. There’s silence then, and it’s funny how the
quiet can seem too loud after having a conversation with Hinata. It doesn’t
make sense, but then again, neither do most things these days when it comes to
Hinata.
He has the ability to turn logic on its head, to turn everything upside-down
and force you to look at the world from a different perspective.
He’s always been exceedingly good at that, and maybe Kageyama’s finally
learning how to see.
~*~
April officially begins something like this:
They meet at the front entrance the following morning, Hinata with his bike and
his messy hair and his smile that makes Kageyama feel at ease and yet also
turns him into this ridiculously jittery, jumbled mess of a person.
“Hey,” Shouyou greets, effervescent and bouncy as he locks his bike up. He
shouldn’t be this energetic and happy this early in the morning. No one should.
Kageyama’s reply is a mumbled, “Mmhm,” or something along those lines, and it
doesn’t seem to satisfy Hinata in the slightest.
“Oh come on, Tiredy-yama,” Hinata grouses, throwing his hands up in the air
before shoving Tobio just a little. “At least pretend to be a little excited.”
Out of habit more than anything else (okay, maybe it also has something to do
with not letting Hinata get the better of him), Kageyama shoves him back,
though perhaps not quite as roughly as he typically would. “I am excited,
stupid, but we have to get through classes first, and how in the hell are you
so damn peppy after biking over the mountain like that?”
Hinata shrugs, like it’s perfectly normal to have his stupid amount of energy.
“We’re gonna be great,” he says, as if he’s already convinced himself. “You
know? I know it. And we’ll show the first years what we can do, just in case
they think they can show us a thing or two. Because nobody can do what we can.”
He puffs his chest out, looking incredibly ridiculous and maybe just a little…
something else.
“You’re sounding a little like Tanaka,” Tobio tells him and rolls his eyes,
because that’s much safer than actually acknowledging that Hinata’s just paid
him a roundabout compliment. “Please don’t expect anyone to start calling you
senpai.”
“I’m not,” Hinata insists. “Geeze, aren’t you looking forward to showing off
our quick? At least just a little bit?”
One corner of Tobio’s lips curves into a small smile. “Maybe a little.”
“And maybe you’re just a liiiiittttllleee happy to see me?” Hinata asks in a
sing-song voice. It blindsides Kageyama, leaves him standing there, dumbfounded
and speechless for a second.
It is too early in the morning for this.
He recovers quickly (or, at least, he would like to think that he does).
“Dumbass. Don’t act like we weren’t just doing this a few days ago.”
Hinata’s grin is proof that Tobio’s words haven’t deflated him in the
slightest, and that’s not so surprising, really. “Yeah, but it’s different now,
you know?”
They part ways and head to their separate classes; they meet up for lunch and
of course, Hinata wants to practice a little (and of course, Kageyama can’t
tell him no).
Towards the end of the day, Kageyama finds himself growing just a tad antsy,
and wonders if that’s somehow Hinata’s fault (he decides to blame him anyway,
regardless, just because), and once it’s time for practice—
--It is different, without Suga, without Asahi, without Daichi, without Kiyoko.
Things feel strangely… off.
Their new first years are divided, a couple of rambunctious loudmouths followed
by a couple that are quiet as mice, meek but promising (they remind Kageyama a
little of Asahi, minus all the power, and the troublemakers make him think of
Nishinoya).
Ukai takes his place as their coach once more and Takeda stands beside him,
remaining as their advisor. Yachi, for the first time, takes her place as
manager, looking just this side of terrified.
Tanaka and Noya take a shot at intimidating the first years, just a little, and
Ennoshita scolds them, just as Daichi would have done. Tsukishima and Yamaguchi
snicker behind their hands.
And then, they get started. Everything starts off slow and uncertain, like
they’re all little fawns trying to learn to walk, stumbling and falling along
the way. It’s to be expected, this disjointed new-ness. They figured it out
last year, and they’ll manage this year, too.
(They will make them proud.)
His first ‘official’ practice toss as a second-year setter goes to Shouyou, of
course. No thought, no hesitation, just pure instinct and motion, and Shouyou
is right there, waiting for him. He’s just as fast as he ever was, perhaps even
more so, now. He spikes Kageyama’s toss with ease, his hand connecting with the
ball and sending it flying over the net, leaving the first years to stare at
him in awe and disbelief.
But Hinata’s looking at Kageyama and he’s smiling, proud as he can be.
And for all the things that have changed and are changing—this right here (this
feeling, this bond) has remained a constant, and Kageyama is grateful for it.
~*~
The weeks pass by quickly; their team is beginning to pull itself together.
They spend one of their Friday nights out with the former third years, and it’s
good to see them, good to know that they’re well. Kageyama can tell when
Sugawara smiles at him that he’s feeling nostalgic, and Kageyama does too,
maybe just a little. Hinata still smiles at them like they’re part of the team.
In a sense, they always will be.
April ends with a sleepy Hinata’s voice on the other line, telling Kageyama
that they should do this more often, and Kageyama rolls his eyes even though he
knows Hinata can’t see it.
“Why are you telling me this now instead of an hour ago when you were standing
beside me?” Kageyama asks even though he knows it’s pointless because Hinata’s
sense of logic (which is at times imperceptible and near-damn nonexistent)
doesn’t quite work that way.
“Dunno,” Hinata replies, and Kageyama can practically hear his nonchalant
shrug, followed by a barely-stifled yawn, which he hears perfectly well.
“You’re not asleep yet anyway, obviously.”
“Gee, I wonder why,” Kageyama says pointedly, and Hinata is silent, clearly not
accepting any blame whatsoever. “You know, I probably would have been except my
phone rang, and this idiot that I know started running his mouth about
something that he had the perfect opportunity to talk about when--”
“You’re grumpy, you know?” Hinata sounds like he wants to laugh. Kageyama kind
of wants to punch him. “Sorry for keeping you awake. Get some rest, Grumpy-
yama.” He doesn’t sound the slightest bit apologetic, but the ‘get some rest’
is genuine, and it gives Kageyama pause.
“This isn’t going to become a regular thing, is it?” Tobio doesn’t know why he
feels the need to ask. He blames it on sleepiness.
“What?”
“These late-night phone conversations,” Kageyama clarifies. “We see each other
practically every day, why would you wanna hear more of my voice? Do I not yell
at you enough on the court? Do I need to step it up?”
Shouyou snickers, and it makes Tobio feel that weird sensation again, that one
somewhere between his heart and his stomach, or maybe it’s in both places at
once. “I could do without all the yelling, but I know you’re working on it.
Honestly, it’s nice to talk to you like this, too.” Another yawn, one that
Shouyou doesn’t bother to try to cover up this time. “Anyway… goodnight!”
Kageyama’s too busy mulling over Hinata’s words for a moment, and his answering
‘goodnight’ is a bit belated. He’s still holding the phone after there’s
nothing but silence on the other end, feeling some strange way that he can’t
define.
Truthfully, he wouldn’t mind if it did become a regular thing.
Not that he’ll tell Hinata that of course.
***** Spring (May) *****
Chapter Summary
     In which Kageyama lends Hinata his jacket, and begins to realize that
     nothing and everything has changed.
Chapter Notes
     Little gestures and huge revelations.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The beginning of May brings with it a lot of rain, which is unusual to say the
least, but it isn’t much of an issue because they practice in the gym. All of
the rain brings with it a ton of humidity, though, and it isn’t exactly
comfortable but it’s tolerable.
Hinata shows up for class one morning soaking wet. Kageyama stands at the
entrance of the school and looks at him like he’s grown an appendage out of his
head. Hinata seems pretty unaffected; he parks his bike and bounds up the steps
with a smile as big as ever, a smile that seems out of place on such a dreary
day.
Kageyama frowns. “You’re gonna get sick,” he says. And then, “You look like a
drowned rat,” followed abruptly by, “Where the hell is your jacket or something
anyway?”
Hinata takes the semi-lecture in stride, already beginning to head for the
hallway, dripping water everywhere. “It didn’t start raining until I’d made it
halfway here. I didn’t have time to turn around. I’ll be fine, Worried-yama.”
“Yeah well, if you get sick you know you can’t play, and then what the hell am
I supposed to do? You know the first years are still in awe over the fact that
we can do a quick like that.”
Hinata looks back at him over his shoulder, offering him a rather smug grin.
“Are you saying that you wouldn’t be able to show off as well if I weren’t
there to spike your tosses?”
Well, shit.
Kageyama stands there in the middle of the hallway, realizing too late that
he’s kinda just put his foot in his mouth, and Hinata’s probably going to have
a ball with it.
He doesn’t, though. He simply repeats, “I’ll be fine,” gives a little wave, and
heads off to class while Tobio just stands there, wondering what the chances
are of Shouyou getting hypothermia at this point, despite the warm
temperatures.
After practice that evening, Kageyama wordlessly hands Hinata his own jacket,
and, after Hinata just stares at him dumbfoundedly, he blurts, “Take it. You
don’t need to get drenched twice in one day. At least you’ll have this on the
way back home, if it starts to rain.”
Hinata takes the offered bit of protection, although he seems to do so somewhat
reluctantly. “What about you? Then you won’t have anything.”
“I’ll be fine. I don’t have as far to walk as you have to ride.”
“All right,” Hinata agrees as he slips on Kageyama’s jacket, which is entirely
too big for him. He has to shove the sleeves up to keep them from covering his
hands. “I’m walking with you until you make it home, though.”
Kageyama raises an eyebrow. “Like that’s any different from any other night?”
“Shut up.”
Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Tanaka, and Yachi watch on in what might be either
stunned or amused silence.
Tsukishima’s eventual bark of laughter indicates that it’s the latter, and
Kageyama really wants to punch him but doesn’t want to waste the energy.
Besides, they kind of need Tsukishima; he’s the best blocker they’ve got.
It doesn’t rain on them as they walk together. Hinata chatters animatedly about
practice, nearly causing his bike to fall over a couple of times. Kageyama
doesn’t give much input, but he listens. And when they part ways, he stands
just inside the doorway and watches as Hinata’s form retreats, his body
practically engulfed by Kageyama’s jacket.
Now that he’s stopped to think about it, it’s almost funny (and incredibly
alarming) how nothing’s different and yet it feels as if everything is
beginning to change.
(And that’s enough of a revelation for the rest of this month, Tobio decides as
he shuts the door behind himself.)
~*~
The rain eventually lets up towards the middle and the end of the month. It
begins to really feel like summer, even though it’s still really spring (not
for long, though; June will be here and gone in the blink of an eye).
“I never gave your jacket back.” It’s a short statement tacked onto the end of
a longer one that had been about Hinata’s pride in the team (and yeah,
Kageyama’s proud, too), an add-on, an after-thought. However, Hinata sounds
perhaps the tiniest bit sheepish.
“Keep it,” Kageyama replies, laying back against his pillows and closing his
eyes.
“Huh? But won’t you need it?”
“Dummy, you’ve seen me wear another one.” He doesn’t know why he wants Hinata
to keep his jacket; he likes that jacket, but he thinks of it, draped over
Hinata’s too-small shoulders, and something about it feels strangely right.
Besides, it would seem that Hinata’s gotten more wear out of it lately than
Kageyama ever has, so….
“Yeah, but--” Shouyou seems to still want to protest for a moment, but then
perhaps thinks better of it, or maybe just gives up. “Okay.” He’s smiling.
Kageyama can’t see it, but he can hear it, feel it.
“Goodnight, Hinata.”
“Goodnight, Kageyama. And I’ll totally beat you to the gym tomorrow.”
Kageyama scoffs. “Keep dreaming.”
He’s stopped keeping score somewhere along the way, and has started paying more
attention to the moments when Hinata is simply there beside him, no matter what
they’re doing.
Chapter End Notes
     Actually finished writing the last chapter today. I am so excited to
     clean it up, and continue updating. Have I mentioned that this is a
     slow burn? I'm hoping you guys will stick with me, and that I can
     make it worth it. :D
***** Spring to Summer (June) *****
Chapter Summary
     “What are you wishing for, Kageyama?” Hinata eventually asks, so
     softly that Tobio almost doesn’t hear it.
     He glances at Hinata, who’s still staring up at the sky. “Like I’m
     gonna tell you.”
     “I knew you’d say that.” He doesn’t seem disappointed, though. He’s
     smiling.
     (Kageyama wishes for their team to continue to have a good year. He
     wishes that he’ll grow more and more as a setter, that he’ll be able
     to bring out the best in his teammates. But most of all, he wishes
     for more soft moments like this with Hinata, and that scares him; it
     scares him to want more of something like this.)
Chapter Notes
     Happy Birthday, Hinata!
     (Kageyama is so far gone, you guys, he doesn't even realize it.)
     Also, Tsukki's got you figured out, son.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The beginning and middle of June means a lot of exams, and subsequently, a lot
of studying. Tobio refuses to wind up in the same predicament he was in last
year, and refuses to allow Hinata to be in that boat again, either. So, they
study extra hard, and they annoy the hell out of Tsukishima, but he proves to
be more patient with them this year than he had been last year. Hurrah for team
dynamics, teamwork, and all that jazz.
Sometimes, Tsukishima looks at Kageyama like he knows something—like he’s
worked something out in his mind that Kageyama hasn’t quite figured out yet.
Not that it comes as a surprise. Tsukishima’s pretty smart, even though
Kageyama would never admit it out loud (although he supposes that by asking him
to help them study, he kind of already has, damnit); Tsukishima is very
analytical and observant; things that would usually go unnoticed by others are
the things that he tends to focus on. So it comes as no surprise that he looks
at Kageyama like this, sometimes. Like he’s waiting for Kageyama to reach some
conclusion that he’s already arrived at.
It’s annoying, but Kageyama doesn’t comment on it because Tsukishima’s helping
them, and he’s at least smart enough to know that you probably shouldn’t piss
off the person who’s agreed to help you.
“If you fail one of your exams,” he says to Hinata during one particularly
intense and grueling study session, “I hope you know that I’m not going to toss
to you anymore.” It’s an empty threat, but Tobio thinks of it as motivation.
Hinata, brain probably currently too-full of all the pre-exam information that
he can cram into it, stares at Tobio blankly for half a second before looking
utterly crestfallen.
“You don’t mean that,” Hinata manages a moment later. He crumples up a piece of
paper and chunks it straight at Kageyama’s face. It doesn’t miss, and it turns
their study group into a bunch of laughing buffoons.
Without missing a beat, Kageyama throws the ball of paper right back (it
misses, narrowly, whizzing right by Shouyou’s head and hitting Tanaka instead).
“Motivation,” he says, as if that explains everything.
“It isn’t motivation if he knows it won’t happen, Kageyama, sheesh.”
It’s time to take a break when Nishinoya starts (unnecessarily) pointing out
the obvious.
Tsukishima rests his forehead against his open palm, looking as though he’s
currently questioning himself as to why he agreed to this in the first place.
“We’re way ahead of you both, you know. It doesn’t take a genius to figure it
out, but when it isn’t frustrating, it’s pretty amusing to watch you two idiots
blunder around.”
Kageyama gives Hinata a sidelong glance. Hinata shrugs, and goes right back to
the current mathematics problem he’s working on.
Tobio tries not to think too much about Tsukishima’s words.
Sometimes, people allow themselves to remain blind simply because some part of
them isn’t yet quite ready to see.
(He’s getting there… maybe.)
~*~
“So there’s supposed to be a meteor shower at one o’clock this morning,” Hinata
says excitedly into the phone, and Tobio just kind of stares at it for a
moment, wondering what he’s supposed to do with this bit of seemingly-pointless
information.
“And?” he asks and he waits.
Shouyou makes a noise that might be one of slight annoyance, as if he can’t
believe Kageyama hasn’t read his mind or something, as if it’s an inconvenience
for him to have to explain. “So they’re super rare in June, and I want to see
it, and it’ll be my birthday!”
“You’re gonna go outside at one in the morning to watch some shooting stars?”
Kageyama asks, and waits again, because he has a feeling….
“I wanna see,” Hinata says again, like it’ll somehow mean something different
or more the second time around. “And I want you to see, too!”
Kageyama flops onto his bed unceremoniously. “Me?”
Another one of those sounds that might be annoyance (the noise makes Kageyama
smirk, just a little). “Yes, you, Dummy-yama. I don’t want to go by myself. And
it’ll be my birthday, so I’ll say this is my birthday wish, then, for you to
watch the meteor shower with me.”
The fact that Hinata wants to do something like this with him makes his insides
go all topsy-turvy. He doesn’t have to think about his response, not really.
“Okay.”
Shouyou meets him outside of his house at a little after midnight. Tobio was
exceptionally quiet exiting and shutting the door, and even now, he places a
finger to his lips, shushing Shouyou before he can even get a single word out,
because for some reason, Tobio feels the need to be overly-cautious.
“My parents would have a heart-attack,” he says like it’s an off-hand
explanation (and they probably would, though not for the reasons Hinata might
think).
Hinata rolls his eyes, and says in a stage-whisper as he leans his bike against
the side of the house, “Yes, we’re such delinquents, sneaking out after curfew
for a meteor shower.” His gaze then lands on what Kageyama’s currently holding.
“What ya got?”
Kageyama pulls a face of some sort, clutching at the paper plate that’s covered
with tinfoil, staring down at his feet as he extends it in offering to Hinata.
“I was going to bring this to you sometime tomorrow, today, whatever. But since
you’re here now.”
A large piece of chocolate cake, with cream cheese frosting.
Hinata smiles this beautiful, crooked little smile. “Thanks!” He splits it with
Tobio as they walk to a clearing that isn’t far from where Kageyama lives—a
spot away from artificial light. Out here, it’s just them and the stars and the
cake that they’re currently munching on.
“I’m older than you,” Hinata practically crows as they look up at the stars
together. He says it like it’s news, when it isn’t.
“If you tell me to call you senpai,” Tobio begins, but is cut off when Hinata
flicks a crumb of cake at him.
“I won’t!” After the outburst, Shouyou falls silent, gaze transfixed above them
as the first shooting star makes its way across the sky.
It’s followed by a second, and a third, and Kageyama goes quiet, too, watching
this phenomenon (these things that aren’t even stars at all) that he never even
knew Hinata liked, much less enjoyed so much that he would choose to lose sleep
just to see it happen.
“What are you wishing for, Kageyama?” Hinata eventually asks, so softly that
Tobio almost doesn’t hear it.
He glances at Hinata, who’s still staring up at the sky. “Like I’m gonna tell
you.”
“I knew you’d say that.” He doesn’t seem disappointed, though. He’s smiling.
(Kageyama wishes for their team to continue to have a good year. He wishes that
he’ll grow more and more as a setter, that he’ll be able to bring out the best
in his teammates. But most of all, he wishes for more soft moments like this
with Hinata, and that scares him; it scares him to want more of something like
this.)
Instead of letting his thoughts wander too far in the direction they are going,
Tobio reels them back in, murmurs, “I didn’t know you enjoyed stuff like this.”
“You’ve never asked,” Hinata retorts, though not in an upset manner. At least,
Kageyama doesn’t think so. “We talk about volleyball and food.” He chuckles. “I
like sunsets. And sunrises, being on my bike and watching the sun come up and
say hello. I like the stars. And the ocean. And pork buns. And sweets. Staying
in the warm bed when it’s cold out. Weekends, and being able to sleep in. Video
games. Fireworks. Playing volleyball, of course. With you.”
The addition of ‘with you’ feels like it means something, like it means a hell
of a lot. Maybe everything. Kageyama feels his mouth go dry and he wants to say
something, ask something, but the words catch in his throat and then Hinata’s
leaning over, nudging at him gently.
“Thank you for coming here with me.” The words are incredibly, painfully
sincere, and they make something inside of Kageyama lurch and twist and swell.
Instead of brushing off the gratitude with a dismissive ‘yeah’, as is typical
of him (at least, with the compliments that Shouyou has given him in the past),
Tobio replies with a quiet, “You’re welcome,” as they continue to sit there
together, shoulder-to-shoulder, in a companionable silence.
After they determine it’s probably safe to say the meteor shower is over, they
wobble sleepily back to Kageyama’s house. Hinata’s rubbing at his eyes as he
reaches for his bike.
“Call me when you get home,” Kageyama instructs. “I’ll be awake.”
“You worry too much,” Hinata tells him. “I’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t want your dead body on my conscience. Don’t fall off the
fucking mountain, and call me when you get home.”
He doesn’t call, but he does send a text message, which reads: You can go to
sleep now. I’m in bed and I’m not dead. ^_^
Kageyama’s response is a simple, Happy Birthday, Hinata. Goodnight.
It’s nearly three in the morning and he wants to be grumpy over the fact that
he’s not going to get much sleep because he gets up early on the weekends and
goes jogging (he may be a zombie jogger in a few hours), but all he feels is
happy, and it isn’t even his birthday.
Chapter End Notes
     I hope you guys are continuing to enjoy this! Thank you so much for
     reading!
***** Summer (July) *****
Chapter Summary
     There’s a brief silence, and then there’s this: “Are you asking me
     out on a date, Kageyama?”
     Tobio manages to sputter some incoherent nonsense into the phone. He
     contemplates ending the call.
     Then Hinata’s laughing. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, do not hang up on
     me, all right?!” He clears his throat. “So… you were wanting to go to
     the festival?”
Chapter Notes
     I can't thank you all enough for your encouragement and kind words.
     You guys are fantastic.
     I love these boys ridiculously much. Have I mentioned that?
See the end of the chapter for more notes
For members of volleyball clubs all over Japan, ‘summer’ is synonymous with
‘training camp’, and Karasuno is no exception. They’ve been kept in other
teams’ good graces, it seems—that, or said other teams just want the chance to
kick their asses like they pretty much did last summer.
They run into some familiar faces, and they take note that some familiar faces
are no longer there. After all, all of last year’s third years have graduated
and moved on. It’s not the same, but it’s still fun. It’s even more fun to
watch their opponents do diving receives as opposed to being the ones having to
do them (Kageyama doesn’t think he’ll ever forget the multitude of them that
they had to do last summer; muscle memory is quick to physically remind him as
soon as their team has to do a round of them).
Things are different, though, this time around. Karasuno is a force to be
reckoned with, and not only because of Kageyama, or because of their brilliant
decoy, or because of their amazing quick. It’s because of all of them,
together.
There’s a nervous sort of excitement in Kageyama that only builds after his
shower, after he’s meant to be settling down for the night. He’s pretty sure he
could rival Hinata right now, with all the energy he has that’s inside of him,
although, unlike Hinata, he’s capable of keeping it pretty decently contained.
For the most part, anyway. He’s fidgety as he crawls under his blankets, eyes
wide open when they ought to be closed.
“Hey,” Shouyou whispers, and of course he’s awake, too. It’s not like Tobio
expected any different.
“Hm?”
“Are you nervous? Excited? They’re taking us seriously this year. Isn’t it
great?” Hinata isn’t quite as good at reigning in his own reckless energy; his
too-loud whispers are proof enough of that. He’s like a dog on a chain, begging
to be let loose, aching to run wild and free.
Kageyama shushes him, but nods in an affirmative. Then, realizing Hinata more
than likely didn’t see it, he simply says, “Yes.” It’s the proper, true answer
to all three questions.
“Well, don’t be nervous,” Hinata tells him. “We’re doing great. Plus, as long
as I’m here, you’re invincible, remember? And as long as you’re here, so am I.
Right?”
Kageyama blinks. Tries for words. Fails. Lays there in the darkness, heart
thumping loudly in his chest. It’s something, definitely something, how those
words have stayed with both of them.
He doesn’t know who reaches for whom. All Tobio knows is that their hands find
each other in the darkness, fingers intertwining, and neither of them pulls
away.
~*~
“So I was thinking--”
“Isn’t that dangerous for you to do?” Hinata asks, chuckling, and Kageyama
groans and is tempted to drop the phone on his bed and just let Hinata ramble
for a few minutes. He’ll come back and get it later.
“Hinata.”
“I mean, don’t try so much. All those volleyballs in your head are just gonna
bounce into each other and--”
“Will you listen to me, dumbass?!” He’s ridiculously nervous for some reason,
and he’s pretty sure Hinata can hear it in his voice; he’s absolutely sure when
Hinata abruptly shuts up and stops teasing and just listens. “There’s a
festival next weekend. Saturday. And it’s the beginning of summer break, and I
figured… if you weren’t doing anything….” Kageyama lets his sentence trail off;
Hinata’s smart enough to connect the dots (after all, he didn’t fail any of his
exams this year, so far anyway).
There’s a brief silence, and then there’s this: “Are you asking me out on a
date, Kageyama?”
Tobio manages to sputter some incoherent nonsense into the phone. He
contemplates ending the call.
Then Hinata’s laughing. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, do not hang up on me, all
right?!” He clears his throat. “So… you were wanting to go to the festival?”
Kageyama’s stomach settles just a fraction. Stomach. Heart. Whatever that thing
is that feels like it’s about to fly right out of him. Wow. He’s being stupid.
“I thought you would like to go,” he clarifies. “There will be fireworks.”
Silence, which makes Kageyama more nervous. Hinata’s voice, when he answers,
has the slightest of tremors, right at the edge. “You remembered.”
“Well yeah,” Kageyama says, as if it would be stupid to think that he wouldn’t
remember.
“Meet you at your house at seven?” Hinata offers, and Kageyama accepts, because
even though he would like to go get Hinata instead of expecting him to bike
over here every time, backtracking would then be inevitable, and also quite
pointless, so.
It’s a date. Or it isn’t.
Whatever.
The following Saturday evening, Hinata meets him at seven, as planned, and they
make the rest of the journey on foot. Kageyama lives close enough to town for
the walk to not be horrible, and yet far enough away to be able to see the
starry sky pretty clearly at night (he pays more attention to it, these days.
Finds himself going to that little clearing where he and Hinata had watched the
meteor shower for Hinata’s birthday).
Festival food is a must; Shouyou insists upon it. So they eat everything that
looks good that they can hold and they wander around, playing some of the games
and talking about nothing and everything (clarification: Shouyou does most of
the talking) until the sun fully sets and it’s time for the fireworks to begin.
Kageyama hasn’t been to a festival like this in years, and hasn’t ever really
paid much attention to fireworks displays. They’re pretty, but he can’t
remember a time when he’s actually sat down and properly watched them.
Not that tonight’s all that different. They’re sitting on a bench together,
alone, away from the crowds, and Hinata’s watching the fireworks, and Tobio’s
mostly just watching
Hinata, glancing up at the sky every now and again, especially when Hinata’s
eyes grow wide with wonder, because Tobio wants to see what he sees, wants to
be able to appreciate it in the same manner.
At some point, when he glances again at Hinata, it’s to find that Hinata is
looking at him, too. Here they are, looking at one another, the fireworks
carrying on, and Kageyama feels hot all over, knows he’s flushed. He thinks he
should probably look away. He can’t.
“What’s on your mind?” Hinata asks him, and Kageyama considers flat-out lying;
considers not opening up this can of worms, not potentially sending their
evening for a nose-dive that he can’t pull back from. But the thing about
Hinata is that he knows him; knows when he’s not telling him all of something,
and if Kageyama chooses to not say anything now, it will inevitably come back
up later.
Shouyou’s always been the one to push him to say what he needs to say, when it
needs to be said. He’s pretty sure that won’t ever change.
Kageyama inhales deeply, gaze still fixed on the boy beside him. “Have you
ever… been scared shitless by something?”
Hinata briefly snickers, no doubt at the vulgarity, and then says, “Well, you
know how upset my stomach used to get before matches sometimes.”
Tobio just kind of half-glares at him in response. “Not literally, idiot. You
don’t see me running to the bathroom. I’m just saying--”
“What’s gotten you so afraid?” Hinata prompts, gentle but insistent. “What’re
you scared of, Kageyama?”
You, Tobio thinks but doesn’t say. This. What I feel for you. Fucking this up
entirely and losing you. “Something I want, a hell of a lot more than I ever
thought I would, or could.” He’s tiptoeing around it, not giving Shouyou a
direct answer yet.
“I read somewhere--”
“You read?!” Kageyama gasps, all overly-dramatic, “I never knew! I thought
there were just a million volleyballs bouncing around in that empty head of
yours!” Because turnabout is fair play, and Hinata had basically done this to
him over the phone when he’d asked him about coming here, so.
Hinata raises an eyebrow, a look of really??? scrawled all over his face, but
he’s smirking just slightly. “Tobio. Anyway… I read somewhere that the things
you’re most scared of are the things that are really, really worth taking a
risk on. Like… when you’re scared before a big match. But you’re amazing, so
you do wonderfully, and aren’t you always glad that you decided to go ahead
with it even though it’s scary beforehand?”
Kageyama’s brain is a little stuck on the fact that Hinata’s just called him
amazing, not for the first time, but he’s still not used to it. “… Yeah.”
“So what do you want? Why are you afraid of what you want?” Direct. It gives
him very little wiggle-room, not much opportunity for omission.
He tries anyway, answering one of the two questions: “I’m afraid of messing it
up, making it all go wrong.”
“But what if it goes right?” Hinata points out. “And even if it doesn’t,
wouldn’t taking the risk be worth it just to find out?”
Kageyama bites at his bottom lip, sighing and looking away. “Not if I lose what
I want altogether, in every sense.”
“What do you want?” Hinata asks him again, moving closer, the fingers of one
hand coming to rest on Kageyama’s forearm. His touch is warm—hot, even, and
Kageyama almost jumps at the contact.
No more wriggle-room, no more chances for lying by omission. He can ask Hinata
to drop it, and he knows Hinata will respect it, but it’ll be only a matter of
time before they circle back around to this, to Kageyama’s fear of going for
what he wants, when what he wants happens to be Karasuno’s ultimate decoy and
his very own best friend.
He doesn’t know if he’s ready for this. He doesn’t know if he’ll ever be ready
for this.
But oh, the things you can miss out on, if you wait until you’re ready.
Kageyama swallows past the lump in his throat and answers, “You.”
Hinata’s hand moves from his arm to his face, fingers tracing the curve of his
cheek. His eyes are bright and shining, and—oh, he’s moving even closer.
Kageyama doesn’t know if he tips forward or if Hinata just comes to him; the
next thing he’s aware of is Hinata’s lips against his own, moving carefully,
gently, and Kageyama shudders, thinks he falls apart a little, thinks, finally.
Tobio’s body reacts of its own accord, arms sliding around Shouyou, pulling him
as close as he can get, and Shouyou doesn’t seem to mind; his hand moves from
Tobio’s face to his hair, his other arm coming to wrap itself around his neck,
and when the wet tip of a tongue teases at his lips, Tobio yields to it, making
a sound into the kiss as they explore each other’s mouths as if there’s nothing
else on earth they’d rather be doing right now (not even volleyball), and for
Tobio, there isn’t. Everything narrows down to
Shouyou, to his hands and his mouth and the way they move against him, slow and
sweet like molasses, and oh yes, he’s wanted this, but it’s only now that he’s
realized just how fucking much.
They reluctantly break apart several moments later, and Kageyama can feel
himself smiling wider than he’s probably ever smiled in his entire life.
“I take back what I said before about your smile being scary,” Hinata informs
him, a little breathlessly. “It’s gorgeous.”
Hinata is smiling, too, one of his sunshine smiles, and it is way brighter and
a thousand times more beautiful than any fireworks display could ever hope to
be.
Kageyama kisses him again, because he wants to, and because he’s curious to
know what that smile tastes like on his lips.
(It’s like swallowing the sun, and it warms Tobio from the inside out.)
Chapter End Notes
     We're finally getting somewhere.
     Is that what you're all thinking? ^_~
     Stay tuned!
***** Summer (August) *****
Chapter Summary
     He wishes he could stop time, freeze it right here, just like this,
     with Hinata’s head pillowed on his chest, his stupid hair tickling
     his nose as he points at the sky, laughter bubbling from his lips,
     and all Kageyama feels is elation.
      
     Summer break--a whole month of no school, and essentially having
     Hinata to himself (for the most part).
Chapter Notes
     And the cuteness continues.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
This year, summer vacation is different, to say the least. Tobio wakes up
early, like he would for school; he thinks maybe it’s a habit, but knows
better. There are mornings he wakes up early enough to catch the sunrise (those
are the mornings that his mother presses her palm to his forehead to see if
he’s running a fever and smiles fondly at him; he dismisses it, tells her it’s
nothing, that he just needs to get his run done before it gets too warm
outside—a partial truth).
Hinata meets him sometimes, during his morning jogs. Sometimes, he runs with
him. Sometimes, he stays on his bike and teases him because he’s Hinata and
that’s something about him that won’t ever change, and Tobio doesn’t want it
to.
They go to the movies together, sometimes. Hinata’s greedy with the popcorn,
but makes up for it with the way he slides his hand into Kageyama’s (and it
serves a dual purpose, really; the contact is nice, and if his hand is
otherwise occupied, he’s not stealing popcorn… not that it really matters when
Kageyama’s too distracted to care about the popcorn, or the movie).
They watch sunsets together, some nights. Some nights, they stay out late
enough to stargaze. It’s funny how, when you like someone, you’re happy to do
everything and anything and nothing with them, even if some of those things are
things you’ve never paid much attention to, before (Kageyama’s started to pay a
lot of attention to these little, seemingly insubstantial things that quite
obviously mean a lot to Shouyou).
Without fail, they practice volleyball together on a regular basis. Without
fail, they get sidetracked with whatever they’re doing, getting lost in kisses
and touches and quiet laughter and words that never seemed to mean all that
much to Tobio before, but mean a hell of a lot right now. He can listen to
Shouyou talk about the most mundane things, and yet, all of it has meaning. And
maybe that’s what it’s really all about, when you like someone this much—you
find something wonderful in the ordinary.
Not that Kageyama’s really one to wax philosophical. He knows that volleyball
is probably the only thing he’s really good at, knows that having Hinata spike
his tosses has always given him a rush which has only intensified as time has
pushed forward; he knows that Hinata’s smile makes him feel weak in his knees
sometimes, knows that his kisses make him shiver and melt, knows that when
Hinata pulls back, dazed and with kiss-swollen lips, it makes him feel a
different sort of triumph—one that is and yet isn’t like what he feels on the
court. It’s amazing.
He knows that, these days, they probably spend a little more time focusing on
each other as opposed to the ball, but maybe only by a marginal amount. After
all, volleyball is something both of them love, and something both of them love
to do together; it’s what brought them together, after all, and isn’t that
funny? It seems so long ago, when they stood on opposite sides of the net,
glaring at each other.
(Admittedly, they may now stand on the same side of the net but they still
glare at each other sometimes, just a little differently.)
Tobio wishes that he could stop time, somewhere towards the end of August,
before summer break is over and they’re forced to go back to ‘reality’, only
now they’ll have to work out how to juggle school, volleyball, and their
relationship. It’s as simple as breathing, when it’s just the two of them, away
from everyone else. These moments that they stumble into alone, together, away
from the rest of the world, are bright points of light that Tobio (perhaps
selfishly) wants to keep all to himself.
He wishes he could stop time, freeze it right here, just like this, with
Hinata’s head pillowed on his chest, his stupid hair tickling his nose as he
points at the sky, laughter bubbling from his lips, and all Kageyama feels is
elation.
Right here and now, everything is perfect and he wants to keep it that way.
The thing is, though—time doesn’t really stop for anyone, does it?
~*~
“What do we do?” Kageyama asks in a hushed whisper as he clutches his phone to
his ear and waits, impatiently, for a sensible response. He has no idea why
he’s whispering.
“… About what?” Hinata asks, and Tobio can hear the confusion in his voice.
“About us, dumbass!” So much for the whispering. “How are we supposed to act?
Nobody knows that we—I mean, nobody but us, and--”
“That’s what you’re worried about?” Shouyou laughs and Kageyama kind of wants
to crawl through the phone and smack him on top of his ridiculous, care-free
head. “It’s gonna be all right, you know. We’ll just be us and it’ll work
itself out.”
Tobio’s not sure he knows how to reconcile Summer Break ‘Us’ with School ‘Us’,
and it’s causing more anxiety than he’d ever anticipated. Meanwhile, Hinata’s
just as calm as can be, going on about volleyball and everything else as usual,
and Tobio’s sitting and stewing in his worry, and Hinata’s not the least bit
concerned about what might or might not happen once they go back to school, and
(not for the first time, though Tobio wouldn’t admit it out loud to save his
life, probably) Tobio wishes he could be a little more like Hinata in that
respect.
“Are you listening?” Hinata asks after a moment, and Kageyama realizes he’s
probably missed a cue; Hinata’s probably asked a question that’s gone in one
ear and out the other.
Kageyama grunts.
“Uuuuuggghhhh my boyfriend is such a jerk and he worries too much,” Hinata
grumbles and Kageyama’s train of thought gets stuck on the word ‘boyfriend’ and
stays there, and he feels himself smile, just a little, his heart instantly
lighter, fucking soaring.
“Your boyfriend thinks rationally,” Tobio feels the need to point out.
But Hinata isn’t having any of it. “He worries too much and everything is going
to be fine. I know it. Now, please try to sleep, Worry-yama, and we’ll deal
with tomorrow, and everything else, when it comes. Think about volleyball.”
“I am thinking about volleyball,” Kageyama insists, perhaps a little
exasperated. “And the team. And what we’re gonna do, and how we’re going to
act, and that’s what got me into this mess in the first place.”
“Ka. Ge. Ya. Ma.” Maybe Shouyou sounds a little exasperated, too. “You trust me
when you toss to me, right? No matter the outcome. You trust me.”
“Of course, idiot. Otherwise, I wouldn’t toss to you.”
“Exactly. Just… trust me with this too, okay? I’m not going to push you. I’m
not going to ask you to do something that will make you uncomfortable. This is
going to work itself out and you are thinking entirely too much about it.” He
laughs again, and Kageyama doesn’t want to smack him for it, this time. “Give
those bouncing balls in that brain of yours a rest. If it’s thinking about
tomorrow that’s got you so worked up, volleyball included, think about
something else.”
“Fine. Goodnight, Hinata.”
“Goodnight. And even though you’re worried about it, I’m still excited to see
you tomorrow.”
After they hang up, Tobio closes his eyes. He doesn’t think about school or
volleyball. He thinks about Hinata and what it feels like to kiss him, to slide
his fingers into his hair and tug him as close as he can.
He doesn’t sleep much, but it isn’t because of worry.
(That counts for something, right?)
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you, as always, for reading! I hope you will continue to enjoy
     this!
***** Summer to Autumn (September) *****
Chapter Summary
     Shouyou makes a sound too, shifting against him, and when he does,
     Kageyama can perfectly feel how this is affecting Shouyou, and it
     sends a wave of heat lancing through him, makes him feel light-headed
     and makes him feel… a whole plethora of things, predominantly want.
Chapter Notes
     Secret make-out sessions, revelations, and phone sex, oh my!
     (Plus, a hint of TsukiYama.)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Early September days bring with them a bit of rain and (thankfully) cooler
temperatures. Thanks to the mountain, it isn’t as humid here as it is in other
places, but the summers can still be pretty oppressive. Needless to say,
Tobio’s grateful for the change. Plus, lately, Hinata’s been wearing the jacket
Tobio leant him back in May, and seeing him in it is definitely a bonus, even
if he’s only able to wear it before school and after.
Working out the mechanics of how their relationship has advanced while on
school grounds and while in front of their teammates proves to be… tricky, and
something that Kageyama would much rather not think about altogether. He and
avoidance are good friends, after all, even though running and hiding hasn’t
proved to benefit him all that much in the past.
They try to act normally, but their new normal is a little different from their
old normal, and Kageyama’s pretty sure everyone notices. Thankfully, nobody’s
given them shit so far, and they function just as well on the court together as
well as they always have. So far, this… low-key thing they’ve decided on (for
now) seems to be working out decently enough.
Low-key for them apparently means sharing little smiles when they pass each
other in the hallways, sitting close to each other in the classes they share
together, and then bickering like they always have during practice (or, at
least, they think so—Noya’s gotten to where he calls them ‘a married couple’
these days, though; it’s kind of incredibly annoying).
It also apparently means being pressed against the wall, small hands fisting
his shirt, pulling him down, Hinata’s mouth hot and wet against his own and
they’re supposed to be grabbing a mop and a bucket, not doing this… not that
any part of Kageyama is actually complaining.
“It’s kind of hot,” Hinata admits as he pulls away, reaching for the mop.
“Being secretive about this, kissing you right now was… a different kind of
exciting.” He’s blushing faintly. Tobio’s pretty sure his own face is as red as
a tomato. He doesn’t know where Hinata learned to be so bold with his words
but—
--Oh hell, he isn’t complaining about that either.
By the middle of the month, they are no longer a ‘secret’, at least not from
their teammates (both current and former), and it seems to come as a surprise
to absolutely no-one. It doesn’t seem like news to them, but more of an
inevitability that they’d just been waiting for.
Tsukishima gives him some kind of strange look from across the table (they’re
all together, eating dinner, and it’s a nice ritual they have now, and Kageyama
doesn’t feel like he’s going to have a heart attack over any of this anymore
and he can breathe without being weighed down by worry). “About time,” he says,
simply. “I was beginning to think we’d have to draw you two idiots a map or
something before you would figure it out.”
Tsukishima is kind of, almost smiling, and not his usual ‘what have I done to
deserve the misery of your presence’ smile, either. Tobio wonders if he’s
stepped into some kind of alternate dimension.
“Now, give them a break, Tsukishima. They aren’t as bright as the rest of us.
All they think about is volleyball, after all.” Tanaka chuckles, mouth full of
food, and then promptly chokes, going for his water while Sugawara pats him
almost absent-mindedly on the back.
Tsukishima rolls his eyes. “Like you have room to talk,” he mumbles. Tobio is
sure Tanaka can’t hear it over his coughing fit, but Yamaguchi hears it and he
snickers, leaning just a little closer to Tsukishima.
Kageyama raises an eyebrow at the pair of them, and Tsukishima returns the
gesture, his almost-smile becoming a tad wider and softer at the edges.
Well, well.
Hinata’s nudging him none-too-gently in the side. “I told you it was going to
be okay,” he says, practically crows it, ‘I told you so’ written all over his
facial features.
“Shut up,” Kageyama grunts, and then leans in, whispering against the shell of
Hinata’s ear: “So much for those secret make-out sessions at practice being hot
because we’re a secret, since we’re not anymore, huh?”
Shouyou just grins at him, the tips of his fingers brushing (probably
purposefully) against the top of his hand, along his knuckles, making him jump
a little. “They’ll still be out of sight, so… still hot.”
Of course, that’s his logic.
(Kageyama doesn’t mind that, either.)
~*~
September’s coming to a close and things are better, more relaxed, and less
tense. There are fewer things to worry about, such as the team’s reaction to
the progression of their relationship. It leaves more room to focus on
volleyball and (sometimes) schoolwork and the simplicity of merely existing in
the same space together, breathing the same air.
They do well in Nationals this year; not quite well enough to win as they had
last year, and the entire team is understandably disappointed, but determined
to improve and win next year. They aren’t just a has-been team anymore; they’re
stronger than they have been in years, and sometimes it’s satisfying enough to
know that other teams respect them and have been taking them seriously for
months now.
Later, once things are relatively back to normal, Kageyama finds himself over-
analyzing every single play, wondering what he could have done better. Hinata
smacks him over the head for it (something he wouldn’t have dared to do last
year) and invites him over so that they can decompress and hopefully not think
much about the loss that’s just occurred.
This is how they eventually wind up on the couch in the living room area of
Hinata’s home, not talking about Nationals or beating themselves up over it;
Hinata’s sister and parents have long since gone to bed, and they’re watching
some television show that Kageyama’s admittedly not paying much attention to.
He’d rather count Hinata’s breaths, focus on the weight of his smaller body
against Kageyama’s own. They’re sprawled out, Hinata leaning back against him,
Kageyama’s arms around Hinata’s waist, and it’s comfortable. Kageyama could go
to sleep just like this, right here, on this couch.
He can’t, though, because he’d told his parents that he’d be back home tonight
and he’d said nothing about the possibility of staying over at Hinata’s… not
that that’s something that hasn’t crossed his mind… but maybe next time.
“I need to go,” he murmurs, kissing the top of Shouyou’s head. “Getting
sleepy.”
Hinata hums softly, tipping his head back and looking at him upside-down. It’s
cuter than Kageyama wants to admit. “You’d better get going, then, don’t want
you falling off the mountain on your bike. You’re not as used to bike riding as
I am.”
Which is true, but Tobio lightly pinches him in retaliation all the same. “Me
going would require you getting off of me.”
“Good point,” Hinata concedes, although he doesn’t really move much. Well, he
does but not in any way that would be conducive to Kageyama getting up and
going out the door. Instead, he repositions himself, turning in the circle of
Kageyama’s arms and maneuvering so that they’re nose-to-nose. Hinata looks at
him cross-eyed and Kageyama snorts.
“You’re an idiot,” Kageyama says. He doesn’t mean it (or maybe he does. Just a
little. In the nicest way. Sometimes.)
“Yeah but you’re dating me. So what does that say about you?” Hinata waggles
his eyebrows and then breaks out in a grin. “All right. Kiss me goodnight, and
I’ll let you go. But not until after that.”
Kageyama barely allows him to get the words out before he’s kissing him—not
because he’s in a hurry to go but because he doesn’t need to be told twice (or
once, or ever) to kiss Hinata. He kisses him, slow and measured and deep, his
hands slipping underneath Hinata’s shirt to touch skin, fingertips dragging
over the small of his back.
Tobio can feel Hinata’s fingers in his hair, tugging, demanding, keeping his
mouth right where it is, and Tobio’s happy to oblige. Hinata sucks on his
tongue and he groans into the kiss, fingers splaying out flat against Hinata’s
back and rubbing, kneading, dropping lower, over the shorts that Hinata’s
wearing, and squeezing.
Shouyou makes a sound too, shifting against him, and when he does, Kageyama can
perfectly feel how this is affecting Shouyou, and it sends a wave of heat
lancing through him, makes him feel light-headed and makes him feel… a whole
plethora of things, predominantly want.
It’s not the first time either of them has become aroused when together like
this. It’s not the first time Hinata has pulled away from him with a sheepish
little smile and a quiet apology.
However, Kageyama has decided that he wants this time to be the last, no more
apologies. He tugs Hinata back to him, hands guiding his hips, and he murmurs,
“Don’t apologize for this.” He shoves his own hips upwards, a little more
roughly than intended, but the contact, the friction, the heat, makes both of
them tremble. He needs Hinata to feel exactly what he does to him, in this
moment, wants that message to come across loud and clear.
Hinata’s watching him through lowered lashes, cheeks flushed, lips parted, and
he is nearly panting. Kageyama’s pretty sure he is in a very similar state,
himself.
He doesn’t mind at all.
He slides his thumb along the wet curve of Hinata’s lips, and Hinata closes his
eyes and moans into it, and he’s moving again, not pulling away but pressing
closer and angling his hips just so, and—
Ohhhh, fuck.
“Yes,” Hinata agrees, lips hot against Tobio’s neck. “That.”
So apparently, he’d said that out loud.
Kageyama captures Hinata’s mouth with his own again, sucks briefly on his
bottom lip before trailing kisses along his jaw, and Hinata is whimpering and
squirming and clutching at the front of his shirt, and if Kageyama had ever
doubted that Hinata could want him like this, he certainly doesn’t question it
now. The knowledge that there is no room to worry about reciprocity (or a lack
thereof, which doesn’t exist in this case) here in this space between them that
is full of heat and supercharged emotions makes him even bolder, and he draws
back just enough to rake his fingers down Hinata’s front, and the way Hinata
arches into him makes him want to do it again. Makes him want to do more, too.
A lot more.
“You gotta go,” Shouyou moans, and Tobio knows that it’s not want he wants to
say. “You gotta go before I can’t let you go.”
He wants to stay. With all that he is, he wants to stay.
But he knows he has to go.
He cups Shouyou’s cheek, fingers brushing lightly against overly-warm skin. He
captures those clever lips in another kiss, makes it linger, pours promises of
later and I’ll do this right into it.
“I’ll make this up to you next time,” he murmurs against Hinata’s lips before
pulling back.
“Don’t think I’ll let you forget about it.” Hinata’s smile is teasing but those
eyes are full of fire. “Let me know when you’re home, okay?”
One more kiss, and then Kageyama’s none-too-happily heading for his bike,
thinking of the most unsexy things (things that aren’t Hinata Shouyou) that he
can so that his ride home won’t be insanely uncomfortable the entire way.
He makes it home, no falling off the mountain, no thinking of the things he
would rather be doing with – to – Hinata. He brushes his teeth and strips down
to his boxers, uses the restroom, and then heads to his bedroom and climbs into
bed. He considers calling Hinata, but decides against it and messages him
instead.
Home safely he types, and then, before he can talk himself out of it, I really
didn’t want to leave. He hits send.
Less than a minute later his phone rings, and he doesn’t even get any sort of
greeting out before Hinata’s voice, low and breathy, reaches his ears: “I
didn’t want you to leave, either.”
It’s not that he didn’t already know, not that Hinata hadn’t already made it
obvious, but hearing it, especially given the way that it’s said, gives him a
rush of gratification. Plus, with the way Hinata has said it… well, so much for
all that work earlier, thinking of mundane, nonsensical things in order to make
his hard-on go away. All that’s been undone now, in an instant, because of
Hinata.
He’s panting softly, right into Tobio’s ear. It’s almost as if he’s here, with
him. Tobio wishes that he were.
Kageyama licks his lips, swallows, asks, “What’re you…?” but he lets the
question trail off, doesn’t finish it.
Hinata chuckles, and the sound sends an unexpected shiver dancing down
Kageyama’s spine. “Come on, Tobio. You’re the genius here, right? I think you
can figure it out.”
Kageyama is pretty certain his ‘genius’ abilities don’t extend beyond the
confines of the volleyball court. However, he doesn’t have to be a rocket
scientist to figure out what’s going on on the other end of the line. He knows.
Hinata knows that he knows.
He reaches down to adjust himself – that’s all, really – but the instant his
palm comes in contact with the bulge in his boxers, he hisses and involuntarily
arches up into it, need winding through him, pooling in his belly, making the
base of his spine tingle and making his erection throb. Hinata makes this soft,
awed sound, and god, if that doesn’t make him leak pre-cum; he can feel it, wet
beneath his fingers.
“Yes,” Shouyou moans, “yes, do it too. Let me hear you. I need to hear you.”
Fuuuuuuck. The words do all kinds of things to Tobio—they make that need
escalate to a fever-pitch. They make him shiver. They make him wish, more than
anything, that they were physically together, right here and right now.
He also can’t help but wonder where Hinata learned to talk like that, all
dangerous and low and so unashamed, but then again, he’s never really been one
to have trouble voicing exactly how and what he feels.
And Kageyama is absolutely, utterly helpless to deny him in this moment (in any
moment, honestly).
“Okay,” he tells Hinata, and he holds the phone between his cheek and shoulder
as he lifts his hips and pushes at his boxers, stopping when they’re midway
down his thighs, because that’s going to have to be good enough.
He thinks, I can’t believe I’m doing this.
Thought processes change the instant he wraps his hand around his length and
gives himself a slow, firm tug. He thinks of what Hinata had felt like against
him earlier, thinks of what he’d wanted to do then, thinks of what he will do,
later.
“Tobio,” Hinata groans and Kageyama’s breath snags painfully in his throat, and
he stops thinking and just lets himself feel.
He can hear the sounds he’s making as he touches himself. He doesn’t pay that
much attention to his own noises, but he listens raptly to Shouyou. He’ll
remember these sounds, every hitched breath, every guttural moan. He’ll make
Shouyou replicate them later, when they’re alone together again. The
anticipation, the sheer need to do so, makes the tension in his abdomen build,
makes him stroke himself faster, harder.
Hinata’s breathing has become incredibly ragged—soft little pants that make
Kageyama’s heart beat double-time in his chest. He’s losing it, both of them
are, and it’s insanely, incredibly erotic, listening to Hinata. It’s a million
times better than any pornography Kageyama has ever skimmed through; he’s never
been a fan of porn, but this? This will be his soundtrack any time he touches
himself from now on, because this is so much more than nameless faces on a
screen. This is Hinata, this is both of them, and that does something to
Kageyama that nothing else can or probably ever will.
“Close,” Hinata moans, and the word alone makes Kageyama tremble, makes his
hand move faster of its own accord.
“Me too,” he manages to grit out, and then he hears Hinata’s breath stutter,
hears him gasp and whine, long and low, listens as Hinata falls apart.
It proves to be his own undoing, and Kageyama follows within a matter of
milliseconds, a soft, helpless groan tearing itself from his throat as he
comes, his release spattering his chest and abdomen.
It takes him a minute to stop gasping for breath, to come down from the high.
When he does, he frowns slightly at the mess that he’s made of himself—or
rather, the mess that Hinata has made of him.
“Soooo that happened,” Hinata says after a moment, playful, happy laughter
threading through his words. “It was amazing.”
“Mmhmm,” Tobio agrees, and then yawns. “Doesn’t quite make up for earlier
though, so my promise still stands.”
“Oh, I’m still looking forward to that,” Shouyou says, as if in reassurance.
“But right now, I’ll take what I can get, and listening to you, knowing what
you were doing, was… god, it was….” He trails off, apparently incapable of
finding an adequate adjective. Kageyama can relate.
“Mmm,” Kageyama hums in response, and then, “Alright, I gotta go clean up some
and then I’m going to sleep.”
“Me too.” There is a brief pause. “Sleep well, Naughty-yama. Goodnight.”
Kageyama snorts and rolls his eyes. “You too. Goodnight.”
After ending the call, he makes another trip to the bathroom, boxers still
shoved partly down his legs, and he shuffles around awkwardly, thankfully
without tripping and giving himself a concussion.
Once he’s made it back to bed, he slips under the covers and gets settled. He
closes his eyes.
He idly wonders if this is going to become a regular thing between them, too.
The thought makes him smile.
Chapter End Notes
     Things are getting a little more steamy up in here, y'all. XD
     As always, I hope you are continuing to enjoy this! Thank you so much
     for reading!
***** Autumn (October) *****
Chapter Summary
     Hinata has a mouth full of pork bun and he grins at the not-question,
     looking a little bit like a hamster. Once he’s swallowed the food, he
     waggles his eyebrows at Kageyama and says, “A sleepover Saturday
     night? Do you have ulterior motives?”
Chapter Notes
     I'm sure you guys are all thinking, finally, still. :D
See the end of the chapter for more notes
October means autumn break. It also means the beginning of the second semester
of school, but their break comes first. More importantly, it also means time
that Kageyama can spend with Hinata, uninterrupted by classes. They can play
volleyball without having to worry about studying, for a few days at least.
Even more important than that, it means this: “You should ask your parents if
it’s okay if you stay at my place this Saturday night. Mine already said it was
fine.”
Hinata has a mouth full of pork bun and he grins at the not-question, looking a
little bit like a hamster. Once he’s swallowed the food, he waggles his
eyebrows at Kageyama and says, “A sleepover Saturday night? Do you have
ulterior motives?”
Kageyama doesn’t know whether to laugh or blush but it doesn’t really matter
because he can’t control either reaction; he does both, not quite meeting
Hinata’s eyes as he as-smoothly-as-he-possibly-can returns with, “What do you
think?”
(And it doesn’t sound smooth at all, not even a little bit, but Shouyou doesn’t
seem to mind.)
“If you’re making good on your promise, then I like the way you’re thinking.”
Hinata sidles up to him, gives him a bite of his pork bun, and smiles, soft and
free and happy. “I’ll ask my parents tonight. I’m positive they won’t mind. So
I’ll see you Saturday evening?”
“Be there in time for dinner,” Tobio tells him.
Hinata shows up at his door at six-fifteen Saturday evening and Kageyama shows
him inside; this isn’t the first time Hinata has had dinner with Kageyama and
his parents; this isn’t the first time he’s chatted animatedly and made his
mother laugh at the table. This isn’t the first time they’ve watched movies on
the couch after and thrown popcorn at each other (and have had to clean it up
right after because Kageyama’s dad is not a fan of stepping on popcorn with
bare feet); this isn’t the first time they’ve taken turns in the bathroom
showering and getting ready for bed. This isn’t the first time they’ve rolled
out the futon that Hinata always sleeps on when he’s here. They’ve done this
numerous times over the past couple of years; nothing is different, and yet
everything is different, because now, they’re together, and….
Well, Kageyama’s pretty set on Hinata not needing that damn futon, for one
thing.
Even still, he raises an eyebrow at Hinata as he approaches the bed wearing
only a t-shirt and a pair of boxer-briefs, an almost-expectant little smirk on
his face. “What’re you doing over here?” Kageyama asks teasingly, and Hinata
appears crestfallen, though both of them know that it’s a bluff, as is
Kageyama’s question.
“Well, if you don’t want me over here….” Hinata trails off and turns around,
presumably heading for the futon, but Tobio doesn’t let him get very far at
all. He loops his arms around Hinata’s waist and pulls him down onto his lap,
holding him close.
“You know better, dumbass,” he lightly chides, resting his chin on Shouyou’s
shoulder.
“Hmm maybe.” Hinata leans back against him, and it’s comfortable. It’s nice.
“But maybe I just wanted you to do something like this, too.”
“Weren’t you the one asking me about ulterior motives before? Look at you. Pot,
kettle.” Kageyama loosens his hold, moves his hands so that he can lightly
tickle Hinata’s sides, which results in Hinata laughing and squirming, and it’s
the squirming that makes Kageyama want to do something else.
Slowly, he slips his hands under Hinata’s shirt, not missing his sharp intake
of breath as his fingers come into contact with bare skin. He traces
meaningless patterns, pausing at the places that make Hinata sigh. Kageyama
presses his lips to Hinata’s neck as he splays one hand out over the expanse of
his chest. He can feel how his heartbeat has quickened (teeth follow lips and
Hinata’s pulse speeds up even more).
Both hands are moving now, up and over, fingers skittering over hardened
nipples. Shouyou makes a noise low in his throat when Tobio does that, so he
takes it a step further, pinching and rolling flesh between thumbs and
forefingers, and oh, Shouyou likes that. The sound he makes isn’t as quiet this
time, and he arches into Tobio’s hands, and Tobio nips at his earlobe, his own
breaths coming faster, shorter, as he trails one hand down, appreciating the
feel of Shouyou’s abdominal muscles flexing beneath his fingers.
Heart hammering in his chest, his pulse and his erratic breathing loud in his
ears, Kageyama slips his hand beneath the waistband of Hinata’s boxer-briefs,
his fingers curling tentatively around the hardness that he finds there; he
gives a firm squeeze and stroke, no attempt at rhythm whatsoever, and Hinata
groans, his head falling back, and Kageyama suddenly wishes he could see his
face.
“Good?” he asks, and Hinata nods rapidly, though the motion itself is minute.
The roll of his hips, however, is not, and Kageyama hisses, thumbing the head
of Hinata’s erection, wanting and needing more room to work, more freedom to
touch; he wants to tell Hinata to lift his hips more so that Kageyama can slip
his underwear down and off, but for the moment he just keeps pressing and
rubbing, Hinata’s length hard and hot in his hand and wet at the tip. His lips
find a particularly sensitive spot on Hinata’s neck and his teeth do too, and
he feels Hinata’s cock throb (his own does as well, admittedly) as he worries
at that spot with teeth and tongue, causing Hinata to make some rather
delightful noises that are even better than the ones he’d made over the phone,
when they’d both been touching themselves and wishing that it were more than
that.
That had been amazing. This… this is even better, a million times better.
“Stop,” Hinata gasps out, and everything grinds to a halt. Reluctantly,
Kageyama moves his hand, and he’s on the verge of apologizing, not
understanding the sudden appearance of rejection and almost-hurt that he feels
in his gut, when Hinata stands and turns to face him.
I’m sorry dies on the tip of his tongue when Hinata settles back onto his lap
again, facing him this time. Tobio’s not sure where to place his hands now, but
chooses to rest them on Hinata’s hips while the anxiety fades just as quickly
as it had made is presence known.
“I need to kiss you,” Hinata states, and it’s explanation enough.
“Oh,” Kageyama returns softly, stupidly, and then Hinata’s lips are moving
against his and there’s not much opportunity for conversation, after that.
They break apart only long enough to rid each other of their shirts, and then
Hinata’s hands are on him, too, exploring, fingers tracing haphazard, invisible
patterns on his skin, and Tobio’s holding on, some part of him not quite
believing that this is happening. It’s more and better than any fantasy his
mind has conjured up since he’s started feeling these things for Hinata. It
makes him light-headed and it’s almost too much, and yet, he wants more.
A hand slips boldly between them, Hinata’s smaller fingers finding the slit at
the front of his boxers and dipping shallowly inside, brushing lightly along
the underside of his erection; it’s a wonderfully cruel gesture, that tease of
a touch, and he knows that Hinata knows it; he nips at his bottom lip in
retaliation for it (which causes Hinata to emit a soft whimper) and rocks his
hips up against those fingers, telling Hinata in no uncertain terms what he
wants.
“Got you,” Hinata murmurs, understanding, and the instant his fingers close
around him and he gives an experimental stroke up and back down again, Kageyama
groans helplessly and feels himself shiver from the top of his head to the tips
of his toes. He surrenders to the feeling of Hinata’s hand on him, eyes closing
and lips parting, his tongue darting out to tangle with Hinata’s once more as
Hinata laps lightly at his lips.
Shouyou touching him is absolutely nothing like Tobio touching himself. He’s
feeling half-crazed already and neither of them are completely naked yet, which
needs to be remedied, pronto.
He tugs, impatient and imploring, at the waistband of Shouyou’s underwear. “I
want these off,” he says, his voice strangely hoarse, gravelly, utterly
affected.
“Do you?” Hinata all but purrs, eyes hooded and dark and god he’s beautiful.
His fingers squeeze and Kageyama sucks in a quick breath, just barely keeping
himself from shoving his hips up into Hinata’s grip. “I want these off, too.”
His hands are moving again, but Kageyama doesn’t have time to mourn the loss of
contact when it comes to his aching cock, because Hinata’s hands are on his
chest and they’re shoving at him lightly, urging him to lay down.
So Tobio does as prompted, falling back against the mattress with a muffled
thud, lifting his hips to assist Shouyou in the removal of his boxers, and then
he is completely naked and Shouyou’s eyes are raking down his body, lingering
at his pelvis, and the scrutiny almost makes him want to squirm from
nervousness.
“You’re amazing,” Hinata breathes, his gaze traveling slowly back up Kageyama’s
body; their eyes meet and hold, and the hunger that Kageyama sees in those deep
brown orbs does something to him, makes him want to squirm for entirely
different reasons.
The bulge in Hinata’s boxer-briefs is very, very noticeable, and on impulse,
Kageyama grazes his fingertips over it before hooking his fingers under the
waistband once more. “I thought I said I wanted yours off, not mine.”
The answering smirk isn’t apologetic in the slightest. “I wanted yours off,
too.” Hinata doesn’t put up a fight when Tobio pulls that last remaining flimsy
barrier down far enough for his erection to spring free, but then Tobio has to
pause to do some staring of his own.
“Shou,” he whispers, “you’re perfect.”
And he is; his stature is small but his body is all lean muscle and Tobio
realizes, unsurprisingly, that he wants his hands and mouth on every single
inch of him. He watches as Hinata shifts, shoving his underwear down and off
and then he reaches for him without thinking, pulling him down, wrapping his
fingers around him again and tugging, loving the keening moan that Hinata makes
in response, loving the way the tip is so very wet. Kageyama rubs his palm over
the head, smearing that wetness, dragging his hand back down, gripping Hinata
tightly and stroking and—
Ohhh, yes, this is so very much better than just doing it to himself.
Tobio rolls them so that he’s got Shouyou pinned beneath them, and Shouyou
doesn’t protest, just looks up at him, open and wanting and smoky-eyed. God,
Kageyama could almost come just from that look alone.
At the first brush of Hinata’s erection against his lower belly, both of them
moan and arch into it, both of them seeking more contact. Tobio shifts his hips
a little, feels his own length slide along the hot crease where Hinata’s thigh
meets his pelvis and everything goes white. It’s an awkward motion, bending so
that he can press his lips to Hinata’s again, but it’s worth it, so worth it,
to swallow the moan that Hinata makes, to feel those arms wrap around him and
hold him close.
Tobio has every intention of going slowly, of dragging this out, of making it
last. He does, but then Shouyou begs, “Please,” all raspy and needy, mouth
slick against Tobio’s, and so much for taking his time. That please makes his
own need roar and twist and demand and fuck, Tobio can’t deny either of them.
He shifts again, fitting their bodies together so that when he rocks his hips,
their erections rub together and it’s mind-numbingly good. It’s friction and
heat and more pleasurable than Tobio could have ever dared dream it could
possibly be, and he understands why people lose their minds over this, because
with the right person, it’s incredibly easy to do. Perfectly plausible.
Kageyama feels pretty fucking mindless, right now, with Hinata’s hands on him,
Hinata’s mouth sucking a bruise over his clavicle, Hinata’s legs around his
waist and Hinata’s hips shoving up against his own. Their rhythm becomes
frantic and there’s no slowing it down; Kageyama’s lost in the feel of it all,
Hinata beneath him like this and moaning, arching up to meet him thrust for
thrust.
It’s beautifully, terrifyingly vertiginous, and it gives Kageyama a high that
he doesn’t think any drug addict has ever managed to achieve. He can’t imagine
any alcohol making him nearly as drunk as Hinata’s kisses, can’t fathom any
narcotic-induced stupor that would equate to this, to the simple and yet
overwhelmingly complex connection between two people who are absolutely crazy
about each other.
He’s not going to last and he knows it. He tries to warn Shouyou, but all that
escapes his lips is a ragged groan which Shouyou seems to translate just fine
all the same, because he bucks his hips upwards harder and faster and then
Tobio hears him cry out, feels that sound reverberate in his chest and in his
cock too, feels Shouyou tremble, his release spurting hot and slick between
them. Tobio follows, making sounds that are almost animalistic in nature as he
topples over the edge, all but collapsing onto Shouyou seconds later.
“You’re heavy,” Hinata says, although it doesn’t sound like much of a protest.
“Shut up,” Kageyama grumbles, and then he’s kissing Hinata again, soft and
gentle and lingering. “Come on, we need to clean up.”
Another trip to the bathroom, and then they’re back in bed, Hinata curled
against him, head pillowed on his shoulder and one leg thrown over both of his.
Kageyama’s heart is soaring.
He doesn’t think it’ll ever come down.
~*~
In the weeks that follow, they become increasingly bolder with their sneaking
kisses and touches at school, behind their friends’ and teammates’ backs,
something just shy of exhibitionism, in a sense. It’s thrilling and it’s dirty
and it only adds to everything they already have.
Their little sleepover has catapulted them into things like them staying late
after practice under the guise of cleaning up (even though they really do clean
up, eventually) just so they can get lost in each other and utilize the gym
floor for purposes that have absolutely nothing at all to do with volleyball.
It means that they have to clean themselves up along with everything else, but
it’s more than worth it.
When they’re having their get-togethers with the team (plus the former third-
year bunch), it leads to Hinata sometimes touching him below the table, out of
sight of everyone else. Tobio is more than happy to return the favor, and by
the end of the evening they both tend to be needy messes that make needy
messes, once they’re away from prying eyes and knowing smirks.
It leads to more of those breathless late-night phone calls in which there’s
more moaning and whimpering than actual talking going on, and Tobio knows that
they’re teenage boys and this is all kind of normal but damn he’s pretty
fucking sure that nobody in the history of the entire fucking universe has ever
wanted anyone as much or as often as he wants Hinata Shouyou.
It can prove to be absolutely torturous at times, but the thing is, it’s the
absolute best type of torture that exists.
And then there are different kinds of torture:
“Pleeeeeaaaase?” Hinata whines into the phone and Kageyama huffs. He hasn’t
been trick-or-treating in years, and here Hinata is, asking him if he’ll go
with him and Natsu.
“… I’m not dressing up,” Kageyama insists, and that’s as close to a yes - or at
least an incredibly reluctant okay - as he’s going to give Shouyou.
“I’m not either!” Hinata insists. “I’m only taking Natsu! And there are more
houses closer to where you live, and it’s an excuse to see meeeeee.”
Well, it isn’t like Kageyama can really argue with that, so he doesn’t. “If you
dress up I’m going to laugh at you,” he warns, but he’s smiling even as he says
it. “I’m going to laugh and act like I don’t know you.”
“Meanie-yama.” Tobio can hear Hinata blow a raspberry. “I. Am. Not. Dressing.
Up. And we’ll see you Friday at seven-thirty.”
Hinata is true to his word in some respects come seven-thirty the following
Friday night. In others? Not so much. He is on time, with Natsu in tow (she’s
dressed as a goblin), but he isn’t without his own costume: he’s wearing his
jersey, and his hair is black, probably thanks to some temporary spray-on hair
dye. He’s The Little Giant and he looks equal parts cute and ridiculous.
True to his word, Kageyama doubles over laughing. “Really?!”
“Shut up,” Hinata mutters, face tomato-red, “it wasn’t my idea.”
Natsu’s bouncing excitedly up and down. “I wanted him to dress up, too!”
Noticing Kageyama’s complete lack of an ensemble, however, she frowns. “You
should too, Yama-yama!”
Tobio steps back and shakes his head, something akin to horror setting in. “I
don’t have anything to wear. I haven’t gone trick-or-treating in a long time,
Natsu.”
“Awe.” Natsu looks absolutely crestfallen, insomuch that Kageyama feels a
little disappointed in himself. Was this how she’d responded when Hinata had
told her that he wasn’t going to wear a costume? Had he caved because of it? If
so, Kageyama suddenly understands why and it makes him feel an unexpected surge
of affection for Hinata.
“Hang on,” he tells them before he can think better of it. One trip back to his
bedroom (to dig through his closet and dresser drawers) later, and he’s
standing before them again, with the addition of a baseball cap on his head. It
clashes with what he’s already wearing and doesn’t make him look like anything
more than an idiot wearing a baseball cap, but it seems to satisfy Natsu well
enough (although Kageyama can’t figure out why) and that’s good enough for
Kageyama.
Hinata’s laughing, and Tobio scowls at him even though he knows he deserves it.
“I will bite you,” he threatens without even really pausing to consider the
words that are coming out of his mouth.
Shouyou waggles his eyebrows suggestively. “Don’t threaten me with a good
time,” he says with this sly little grin that makes Kageyama’s body want to
react in ways that would be very inopportune at this present moment.
Later he mouths as he drops a few pieces of candy into Natsu’s bag, and then:
“You want some candy too, Little Giant?” He offers Hinata a chocolate-filled
marshmallow treat, and it’s no surprise at all that Hinata takes it.
They make their trek through the neighborhood, Natsu looking quite
appropriately scarily-adorable, Kageyama and Hinata looking different,
complimenting levels of ridiculous. They don’t approach any doors and ask for
candy, but they’re content to watch Natsu happily hold out her bag for treats.
“Thanks for coming with us,” Hinata tells him as they are making their way back
from the final house of the evening. He slips his hand into Kageyama’s, and
Kageyama squeezes gently.
“It was worth it to see your stupid outfit,” Kageyama chuckles, ducking as
Hinata half-heartedly swipes at him with his free hand; the baseball cap
remains precariously balanced atop his head.
There’s a hell of a lot more to it than that, and both of them know it, without
having to say it.
And that, Kageyama figures, is a special kind of bliss.
Chapter End Notes
     Don't you just know that Natsu has both of these boys wrapped around
     her cute little finger?
***** Autumn (November) *****
Chapter Summary
     And it is on this pleasantly chilly day in early November that all of
     Kageyama Tobio’s mental processes grind to a screeching halt and he’s
     pretty sure he feels himself have an aneurysm of some sort, but no,
     wait, that’s just the volleyball making contact with his head.
Chapter Notes
     How do you tell the woman who raised you that you're dating your best
     friend?
See the end of the chapter for more notes
There are fingers carding through his hair, the gesture sweet and gentle; this
is a decidedly much better way to wake up as opposed to being shocked into
wakefulness by a blaring alarm, and it is equally as effective, despite the
fact that Kageyama is just as reluctant to open his eyes as he would be if he’d
been woken up by his alarm. It’s a Saturday; he could sleep in. They could.
Hell, for all he knows at this point, maybe they have.
“Sleepy-yama, if you don’t wake up, I’m going to drink your share of the milk.”
The threat earns a one-eyed glare from Kageyama (he doesn’t feel like opening
both eyes just yet). “You wouldn’t.”
“Oh, but I would,” Hinata insists, fingers now lightly massaging Kageyama’s
scalp.
Tobio emits an involuntary little moan, closing his eye before slowly blinking
both eyes open. “That isn’t exactly an incentive to get out of bed, you know…
even though the whole milk-stealing thing is. Are you always this rude to your
guests?”
Hinata gasps, looking mildly affronted. “Rude? Last night was rude?”
Kageyama rolls his eyes, sitting up and pressing a soft kiss to the corner of
Hinata’s lips. “No, last night was incredible, but if that’s the kind of
hospitality you show to everyone, it might make me a little upset.”
Shouyou’s little bark of laughter stirs something inside of Tobio’s chest.
Something warm, radiant, like Shouyou’s smile. “Only the special ones get that
kind of treatment.” He winks.
“Oh so I’m not the only one?” He reaches for Hinata but his attempt at
capturing his silly boyfriend (who is apparently full of jokes this morning) is
thwarted when Hinata wriggles out and away from his grasp.
“If I make it to the table first, I get your pancakes and your milk,” Hinata
warns him in a sing-song voice, and Kageyama bristles just a little because
Hinata’s mom makes delicious pancakes and he’s never missed out on them any
time he’s spent the night with Hinata. Not once.
“You wouldn’t,” he repeats, and Shouyou just grins at him; his hair is sticking
out at odd angles but he’s dressed, and Kageyama only has on a pair of boxers
presently, which isn’t proper attire for breakfast with the boyfriend’s family
on Saturday morning. Not that either of their families know but….
He loses precious half-seconds while his brain gets stuck and fumbles over that
thought—the idea that everyone pretty much knows about them, except their
respective families.
It’s something to consider, he thinks, although given that Hinata’s already
rushed out of the bedroom at break-neck speed and Kageyama’s barely managed to
disentangle himself from the bedsheets, he figures it can wait and he can
ponder on it more later, after breakfast, preferably.
Shouyou wins, of course, what with his unfair head start. He doesn’t take
Kageyama’s share of pancakes, though. Or his milk. He just smiles wickedly at
him above the table and plays footsie with him below it. Kageyama briefly
considers kicking him, but ultimately decides against it because he figures
that’ll draw more attention, so he sips at his glass of milk and scarfs down
his pancakes, making polite conversation with Hinata’s parents and entertaining
Natsu, smiling widely and accepting when Shouyou’s mother offers him seconds.
The whole time, Hinata’s brushing chilly toes along the tops of his feet, his
ankles, every portion of his body that those short legs can reach, and Kageyama
retaliates with similar treatment even though he doesn’t really mind Shouyou’s
cold feet at all.
(It’s just an excuse to touch, and they will greedily accept any and all of
those that they can get.)
After breakfast, Hinata’s dad heads to the office to pick up an extra shift,
his mom takes Natsu out for a playdate, and Kageyama and Hinata camp out on the
sofa for a couple of hours, channel-surfing and cuddling, talking and kissing
and—
--not really paying much attention to the television at all, really.
They eventually decide to go for a walk. Hinata brings his volleyball. They
toss it back and forth a few times. It’s beautiful, outside. The leaves are
changing and falling and all different shades of yellow and red and brown and
orange. Some of them almost match the shade of Hinata’s hair. Kageyama likes
those the best.
His mind wanders back to the topic of their families being in the dark when it
comes to the nature of their relationship as it is, now.
“When should we tell them?” Tobio asks without preamble as he tosses the ball
to Hinata.
“Huh?” Hinata’s receive is a little off, an indication of his obvious
distraction and confusion in regards to the question.
“Our folks,” Kageyama clarifies, returning the ball. “About us.”
Shouyou’s receive is much smoother this time, and he looks marginally less
puzzled. “My parents already know, though.”
And it is on this pleasantly chilly day in early November that all of Kageyama
Tobio’s mental processes grind to a screeching halt and he’s pretty sure he
feels himself have an aneurysm of some sort, but no, wait, that’s just the
volleyball making contact with his head.
“Are you all right?” Hinata’s already rushed over and is checking him for
injuries, gently touching the now-sore spot on his head. “I’m sorry; I didn’t
mean for you to have that kind of a reaction!”
“I’m fine,” Tobio groans, now feeling more guilty than anything else. “I’m an
awful person to date, huh?”
Shouyou’s brows furrow in obvious misunderstanding. “Do I need to take you to a
doctor? Do you have a concussion or something? What are you going on about? Why
would you say that?”
Rubbing his head, Kageyama groans, “I haven’t told mine.”
Hinata is apparently not understanding the implications of this, or he simply
isn’t concerned about it. “Aaaaaannnddd? Tobio, I’m going to need you to make a
little more sense. You’re kinda worrying me.”
Kageyama lets himself sink to the ground, mostly because he still can’t quite
believe that Hinata’s parents know and only partly because he’s still seeing
stars, somewhat. “Doesn’t that mean something? That you’ve told yours but I
haven’t told mine?” He realizes he’s probably being incredibly and
unnecessarily absurd about all of this; he’s overreacting to the nth degree, no
doubt, but there’s something to be said about anxiety and how it can spin the
most illogical falsehood into truth. He still struggles with it, from time to
time. He’s been here before, and Hinata’s been with him; it’s just a different
scenario.
“It means that it hasn’t come up, or you aren’t ready to tell them yet,” Hinata
says gently, his hands cupping Tobio’s face. “Either way, it doesn’t matter.
You’re ready when you’re ready. I’m not going to push you.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Tobio has to ask, even though the last thing he wants
or means to do is to sound accusatory. “I’m not saying that because you weren’t
supposed to tell them without letting me know or anything, but… you know.”
Hinata just smiles and shakes his head. “They were going to find out
eventually, you know. I just came clean about it before they could start asking
me weird questions, I guess. Granted, they still asked me some weird questions
anyway, and dad barely made eye contact with me for a couple of days after, but
everything’s fine now.”
Kageyama’s head’s still spinning, honestly, even though he’s relieved (and yes,
perhaps still a little guilty, and a whole lotta anxious). “They know… and they
still let us have sleepovers?!”
Shouyou grabs his hands and tugs as he stands, helping Kageyama stand as well.
“Come on,” he says as he grabs his ball, “I think I’d feel better continuing
this conversation back home, with you lying down on the couch.”
Kageyama tries to wave off Hinata’s concern with a gruff, “I’m fine, really,”
but doesn’t protest when Hinata takes his hand and begins leading him back
towards his house.
“Since you asked,” Shouyou begins, changing the position of his hand so that he
can lace his fingers with Tobio’s, “my parents are accepting and supportive and
they trust us, but they don’t have or want to know everything that we do, you
know? You may not sleep on the futon or the couch anymore when you come over,
but they don’t have to know that.”
Hinata’s grin is decidedly mischievous. Kageyama’s blushing. He can feel it.
“Thank god for that.”
~*~
He decides to start by telling his mom. It takes him two weeks to work up the
courage to do it.
You’ll be fine, and remember, no matter what, you’ve got me. If you need me to
come get you, I will. Dunno how well we’ll both fit on my bike, but.
Kageyama’s not sure if this is the twentieth time he’s re-read that text from
Hinata, or the one-hundredth. Who’s counting? What matters is that the words
give him courage and make his heart swell to bursting within his chest; they
make him want to run to Shouyou and kiss him, right now.
His dad’s working late, and it’s just the two of them—Kageyama and his mother,
tonight. He’s sitting a few feet away from her on the couch and they’re
watching some silly comedy; she’s laughing at all the right moments and
Kageyama’s just trying to not let his nerves make him shiver out of his own
skin. He’s also trying to not think about the things that he and Hinata have
done on this couch, right where he’s sitting, right now. Not at all appropriate
things to think about when you’re about to have a very serious conversation
with your mother.
(Some of those things had been perfectly innocent, though.
Some.)
He clears his throat. “Mom?”
She turns to look at him, her smile soft and worry-free, but it changes quickly
to a small frown once she no doubt notices the look of probable sheer terror on
his face, and she mutes the television. “What is it, sweetie? You look like you
feel sick. Do you need to go to bed early? Are you running a fever?” She
presses a hand to his forehead, and Kageyama shies away from the gentle,
concerned touch of his mother.
“No,” he mumbles, not meeting her eyes. “It isn’t that. I just… need to tell
you something. I should have, before now, but I didn’t know how, and I still
don’t, but I’m going to say it anyway because you’re going to find out and I
would rather you find out from me than from someone else telling you.” Tobio
takes a deep breath, prepared to give his mother this long spiel of how he
developed feelings for his best friend, even though he never intended upon it
happening, and how he knows they’re both boys and a great majority of society
probably-definitely has something negative to say about that, and he hopes she
and his dad won’t because he wants them to like Hinata as much as he does,
wants them to be overjoyed that he’s found someone that makes him this happy,
and he wants them to not see him any differently just because who he’s with
might not be the person they envisioned for him.
Kageyama wants to say all of this and more; he doesn’t want to leave room for
his mom to get a word in edgewise until he’s finished, until he’s poured his
heart and soul out to her, until he can believe that maybe, hopefully, she’ll
understand.
He starts with, “I really, really, really like someone.”
He doesn’t get any further than that, really.
“It’s… Shouyou, isn’t it?” His mother’s voice is soft, not pushy, full of
knowing, lacking any trace of disappointment or disgust.
There is the acceptance of it all, right there, in that simple question.
All of the things he’d rehearsed, everything that he’d wanted to say… it all
leaves his mind in an instant, and Kageyama is left gaping in astonished
disbelief at the woman who birthed and raised him. He wants to possibly pass
out. Or wrap his arms around his mom and never let go.
“You… knew?” Tobio croaks, and he doesn’t know if it’s the relief that’s making
him feel dizzy or the fact that his mother already knew without him having said
anything about it at all.
She chuckles, light and airy, not even a hint of condescension, not that he’d
exactly expected that from her, but he’d been terrified of the prospect.
“Tobio, my beautiful boy, you only really talk about the things that make you
happy. Volleyball is something you always want to talk about; it’s something
that makes you happy. For some time now, you’ve been talking a lot about
Shouyou, too. I’m glad he makes you happy. Of course I knew, sweetheart. A
mother always knows. I’m glad you mustered the courage to tell me, though. I
know that was hard on you.”
Something suspiciously like tears stings his eyes and he furiously blinks them
away, having to swallow past the sudden lump of emotion in his throat. “Mom….”
Her arms are around him then and Kageyama just lets himself lean into her. She
smells like lavender and she’s warm and she’s caring and she isn’t mad at him
at all and he still cannot believe it.
“He’s a sweet boy,” she tells him, and now she sounds like she’s having to talk
through tears. “You be good to him.”
“I’m trying,” Kageyama insists, and then to hopefully add some humor to the
situation, “He makes it difficult sometimes.”
(He doesn’t mean it. At all.)
She does laugh, and then she says something that makes Kageyama recoil,
somewhat, except only his mother doesn’t let go of him so he doesn’t get very
far. “Your dad owes me. I told him it was Shouyou.”
“Mom!!! You and dad had a bet?!”
She giggles right next to his ear. “I’m kidding, honey, I’m kidding. Your
father figured it out, too. You kids these days, you think you know everything
and you think your poor old parents know nothing, and sweet, scared souls like
you worry that we could love you any less for who you love and that’s never,
ever going to happen.”
Okay, so, so much for blinking back the tears.
She just holds him tighter. “I do have one request, though.”
At this point, he’d be willing to do all of the laundry and kitchen clean-up
for the next five years. “What?”
“I was a teenager once. Don’t think I don’t know what’s on your mind,
especially with you being a boy. Hormones going crazy, and all of that.”
All at once, Tobio squirms uncomfortably, not liking the direction in which
their conversation is heading. “Mom--”
“The only thing your father and I ask of you when it comes to that is that if
you and Shouyou need alone time, please be discreet about it, and for god’s
sake, son, lock your door. Okay?”
How she can say things like that, like she’s talking about the weather, all
while holding him tightly against her, is beyond Kageyama. Maybe it’s a mom
thing. Or maybe it’s just a his mom thing.
All in all, he supposes he’s pretty damn lucky.
(At the moment, though, he’s also pretty damn horrified to be having this
conversation with his mother.)
“Mom!” he screeches, wanting to do nothing more at the moment than crawl under
the couch and stay there until morning, if that’s what it takes to get his mom
to stop talking to him about him having sex with his boyfriend.
“Now Tobio,” she says in what he supposes is meant to be a soothing tone but it
only makes him cringe all the more, “we’ve had the talk before, remember? We’re
not mad at you for exploring. Just be sensible about it and--”
“MOM!!!”
This is going to be the month that kills him; Kageyama is sure of it.
Chapter End Notes
     I... don't know. Don't kill me please.
***** Autumn to Winter (December) *****
Chapter Summary
     “Any plans for New Year’s Eve?” he asks Hinata the night after
     Christmas. He hopes the answer is no.
      
     “Oh, I don’t know yet,” Shouyou drawls. “My parents are having a get-
     together with some of their friends here after Natsu’s bedtime, and I
     was hoping this cute guy I like would have something in mind, because
     I would rather be with him than be stuck here.”
      
     Kageyama can’t help the little grin that tugs at his lips. “Oh?” he
     asks. “I think if that guy you like is smart, he’ll have something in
     mind.”
Chapter Notes
     There is so much love here between these two. I hope this chapter
     really reflects that.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
December means colder nights and increased reluctance to get out of bed in the
morning. It means bare feet on chilly floors. It means cuddling as close as
possible on the nights that they spend together. It means a dusting of snow on
the mountain and impromptu snowball fights.
It means Christmas parties and get-togethers and Asahi dressing up like Jesus
for old time’s sake and earning some odd stares from their first-year
teammates. As far as the rest… well, this is all business (or mayhem) as usual,
really.
It means silly things like mistletoe in the doorway of Ukai’s family shop. It
means, too, that Hinata absolutely takes advantage of the stupid tradition,
kissing Tobio full on the mouth right in front of everyone. This, of course,
leads to Tobio blushing and asking Hinata what that was all about even though
he knows. Yachi cheers and grins, the rest of the team catcalling while their
coach yells at them to stop causing such a ruckus in front of his store (but
he’s smiling when he says it).
It means racing each other in the early mornings and dragging in lungfulls of
cold air that ironically burns all the way down. It’s Hinata doubled-over and
catching his breath and smiling at Kageyama afterwards, like it’s all okay, and
yeah, it is. It is.
It means Kageyama’s birthday, and for some reason Hinata insists that they make
this whole ‘birthday under the stars’ thing a tradition of sorts, which is how
they wind up outside at one in the morning, on top of a blanket and under a sky
full of stars.
There’s a slice of cake, chocolate, with chocolate icing. There’s a candle, and
Hinata’s brought a lighter.
The flame is bright orange, and Hinata’s grin is just as brilliant. “What’re
you gonna wish for?”
“For Karasuno to keep kicking ass,” Kageyama answers, and he’s only a little
serious (even though he does hope that they will continue to be amazing).
“Be serious,” Hinata pouts and Tobio snorts.
“Fine. I’m going to wish that you finally stop being so horrible at serving
and--”
“I’ve gotten better!” Shouyou interjects, and yes, he has. “Remind me why I’m
dating you again, Meany-yama?!”
“Because I toss to you,” Kageyama responds, all matter-of-fact. “And because I
put up with your cold feet on my legs, and I hold you when you get scared, and
I don’t tell anyone that you cry sometimes during sappy movies, and I give you
orgasms--”
“I’m only letting you get away with saying all of that because it’s your
birthday,” Hinata interrupts again. “Now, what are you really going to wish
for?”
Kageyama shakes his head. “Like I’m going to tell you, dumbass. It might not
come true if I do.”
“Fine, fine,” Hinata makes a show of sounding exasperated but his fond smile
tells Kageyama that he doesn’t mean it. He scoots closer. “Make your wish and
blow out the candle, then.”
There is a look of something akin to adoration in those eyes. Tobio can
remember a time, not long ago, when Hinata would look at him like that and he
would just get flustered and not really know how he was supposed to feel about
it. He’d freeze like a deer caught in the headlights. But now….
Now—
Kageyama closes his eyes, wishes (with all of his might): Please don’t ever
stop looking at me like that, Shouyou.
He opens his eyes, takes a breath, and blows the candle out. Without further
ado, he asks, “Can I have my cake now?”
Hinata doesn’t give him the little paper plate but he pinches off a piece of
the cake itself, offering it to Kageyama, and Kageyama parts his lips, taking
what Shouyou is giving him. The cake is soft and sweet, the icing smooth on his
tongue. It’s good.
Hinata feeds him, bite by bite, until nearly half the piece of cake is gone,
and then Tobio decides to share, pinching off a bit that’s more icing than cake
(because Hinata likes the icing the best). Hinata’s tongue moving against his
fingers, lapping at the icing, makes his breath catch. He withdraws his
fingers, leans in to replace them with his mouth, and makes a sound low in his
throat when Hinata deepens the kiss.
Hinata sets the plate of half-eaten cake aside and pushes Kageyama down against
the blanket, leaning over him and smirking.
“You took my cake away,” Kageyama flatly intones, though he doesn’t really mind
at all.
“You can have it back,” Hinata murmurs, lips now against his neck. “A little
later, I promise.”
Those deft fingers have no trouble at all with the button and zipper of
Kageyama’s pants. The night air is cold but Hinata’s hands are warm and his
mouth is even warmer, and Kageyama releases a shuddering moan and tangles his
fingers in soft, wild hair as Hinata takes him in, slow and deep.
He tries to keep his hips perfectly still. He really does—he just fails
miserably. Hinata doesn’t seem to mind, though. He lets Kageyama push, lets him
buck and writhe and hold him where he needs him to stay.
Tobio is deconstructed and made anew under those gentle hands and that clever
mouth. It’s fitting, and the most real thing he’s ever known.
The hot, slick push and pull of Shouyou’s mouth and the helpless, jerky rocking
of Tobio’s hips causes pleasure to mount quickly, his muscles seizing up,
tightening and trembling and—
The stars that dance behind his closed eyelids are much, much brighter than the
ones that dot the night sky.
“Good?” Hinata asks as he resurfaces, sounding mighty damn pleased with
himself.
Breathless and disbelieving, Kageyama covers his eyes with his forearm and
groans, “Really? You feel the need to ask, after that?”
Fingers pull lightly at his arm, urging him to move it, and he does. Hinata’s
response to Kageyama’s question is a soft, sweet, “Happy Birthday, Tobio,”
followed by a gentle kiss that quickly deepens (this may or may not be
Kageyama’s fault).
Hinata tastes faintly of chocolate and largely of Kageyama, and even though
he’s just had an orgasm, tasting himself on Hinata’s tongue sends another wave
of heat through him; it pools in his lower belly and he needs, and he’s pretty
damn sure it has less to do with raging teenage hormones and a hell of a lot
more to do with the fact that Hinata makes him this way, absolutely out of his
mind, and Kageyama isn’t complaining in the slightest.
He pushes Hinata down against the softness of the blanket and Hinata doesn’t
fight it, but sounds a little bewildered as he says, “It’s your birthday. You
don’t have to do anything for me, silly.”
Something inside of his chest twists and tightens at hearing those words.
Hinata had given to him, with absolutely no expectations of receiving anything
in return. But that’s how it is when you feel like this for someone, right? You
give, and you don’t expect to be given anything back. You give because you want
to, because everything inside of you leads you to do so.
“It is my birthday,” Kageyama agrees as he allows his hands to wander. “So let
me unwrap my present, already.”
“I’m not a present,” Shouyou laughs and then groans as Tobio’s fingers glide
over a particularly sensitive bit of skin.
“You are,” Kageyama replies, low and serious, not particularly caring how sappy
he must sound.
There’s a soft little inhale and then a pause. There’s a shiver of a sigh, full
of emotion.
Hinata’s hands, pulling him down. Hinata’s fingers, tangling in his hair.
Hinata’s mouth, slick and urgent, against his own. And then: “What about the
cake?”
Kageyama sighs and pointedly asks, “What about it?”
What would be Shouyou’s token protest, he supposes, dissolves into quiet
giggles and then something else altogether as Kageyama flattens his palm
against the front of Shouyou’s pants and presses and rubs.
The ragged moans Hinata makes against his mouth taste way better than the cake,
anyway.
~*~
Tobio’s birthday rolls into Christmas and then suddenly a new year is just
around the corner. His parents plan to spend it at a party with friends of
theirs. They tell him it’s okay if he invites friends of his own over. His mom
pats him on the head and says, “Just don’t get too rowdy, okay?”
There’s only one person on his guest list.
“Any plans for New Year’s Eve?” he asks Hinata the night after Christmas. He
hopes the answer is no.
“Oh, I don’t know yet,” Shouyou drawls. “My parents are having a get-together
with some of their friends here after Natsu’s bedtime, and I was hoping this
cute guy I like would have something in mind, because I would rather be with
him than be stuck here.”
Kageyama can’t help the little grin that tugs at his lips. “Oh?” he asks. “I
think if that guy you like is smart, he’ll have something in mind.”
“I don’t know.” Hinata’s smiling too. Kageyama can hear it in his voice. “This
guy thinks about volleyball all the time. I can’t vouch for his intelligence.
Do you have any plans?”
“I was thinking of inviting this dumbass I’m dating over for movies and stuff
since my parents will be out and I don’t care much for parties.” Tobio shifts,
deciding to lay back on his bed and gaze up at the ceiling. “That was the plan,
you know, but then he went and insulted me, so I don’t know anymore.”
“How horrible of him,” Shouyou comments in mock-sympathy. “He really does sound
like a dumbass. Why are you even dating him, anyway?”
“I’m not sure.” Kageyama pauses for dramatic effect. “I mean, he’s good at some
things. Like spiking my tosses. And making me feel good. But he’s really lousy
at receiving and serving--”
“I am not,” Hinata cuts in, obviously unable to contain himself, and Kageyama
bursts into laughter.
When he’s able to talk again, he says, “So, plans or no? I’ll even let you pick
the movies.”
“Wild party at your place on New Year’s Eve, then?”
Tobio snorts. “Wild. Yeah, right.”
“I don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit.” Hinata’s voice drops
lower. “I mean, we can get a little wild.”
Well, yes, they can, in a sense. Kageyama’s still sporting the scratches on his
back to prove it, and Hinata has some marks of his own. If that is the kind of
wild that Hinata’s thinking of….
“I don’t mind that kind of wild,” Tobio admits. “Wild party for two, then?”
“Maybe if that cute guy I like apologizes for calling me a dumbass.” He’s
stalling on giving an answer on purpose. Kageyama could hang up on him, he
supposes.
He doesn’t.
“Well maybe if that dumbass that I’m dating wouldn’t have insulted my
intelligence, he wouldn’t have been called that.”
Hinata bursts into laughter. “Oh, that’s rich. You would’ve called me that,
anyway.”
Kageyama snickers softly, just a little. “Yeah, I would have.” Because old
habits die hard, and perhaps this is one that doesn’t necessarily need to die
at all. It’s spoken less insultingly these days and more fondly, anyway, not
that anyone would necessarily understand that save for the two of them.
Then again, they’re the only ones that need to understand it.
“Can we watch the countdown after the movies?” Hinata excitedly asks, and even
though it’s never really been a huge deal for Kageyama before, ringing in a new
year (it’s typically always been just another year), there’s something about it
now that feels different.
(Because, ever since all of this, everything has been different.)
“Sure,” Kageyama agrees, “if I can keep my eyes open that long. You always pick
boring stuff.”
“I do not,” Hinata huffs. “Keep saying stuff like that and you’re going to miss
out on the wild private party.”
Kageyama rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “I thought it was already supposed
to be a wild, private party for just the two of us?”
“You get a backstage pass for an even wilder time. You know. If you be good.”
“Define good.” Because good can mean just that, but it can also mean….
“Oh, I’ll take the best definition of it you’ve got. I’ll let you know before
midnight if it’s the correct one.” So, this is how Shouyou wants to play.
“It’ll be the right one,” Tobio says, and isn’t quite sure if he’s saying to
convince Hinata, or to reassure himself.
“Mmmhmm, we’ll see. So, yeah, I’ll take the cute guy up on his offer.”
“Get ready for a wild time then,” Kageyama snickers, feels his heart skip a
beat and then feels warm everywhere at Hinata’s answering laugh.
‘Wild’ equates to successfully not burning the kitchen down while making curry
(Hinata’s brought some meat buns too, because backup is always good, right?).
It means cuddling together on the couch and watching Disney movies (Kageyama
can blame Hinata for his ‘poor taste’ in movies all he wants, but he loves them
too). It means throwing popcorn at each other because they can (and then
cleaning it up because they’d better). It means Kageyama getting a text from
his mother at ten-thirty just to make sure that he is okay and that he really
hasn’t somehow caused the obliteration of their humble abode (the message makes
Hinata laugh, which leads Kageyama to tickling him in retaliation, which leads
to more laughter and kisses and an impromptu make-out session on the couch).
Tobio’s in the middle of tracing over the fading marks on Hinata’s chest with
his tongue (and making new ones) when the fingers in his hair tighten just
enough to get his attention, but not sway him from the task at hand.
“H-hey,” Shouyou stutters out, and then whimpers when Kageyama’s teeth find a
hardened nipple, gently teasing. “T-Tobio, hey.”
“Hm?” Kageyama returns, quite distractedly, tongue replacing teeth, and this
earns him a low hiss and an unconscious (and entirely delicious) roll of
Hinata’s hips.
“Kageyama,” Hinata tries again, pulling at his hair a little rougher this time,
and it’s only slightly painful. Mostly, it just turns Kageyama on even more and
sends sparks of desire rushing through him, makes him rock his own hips a
little bit, just to feel some friction.
“Hmmmm?” Tobio hums in a drawn-out, lazy response, hands gripping at Hinata’s
hips and pulling-pushing, wondering if Hinata would be opposed to them forgoing
watching the rest of Frozen for now in favor of more of this, because he
doesn’t want to stop and Hinata’s arousal is pressing into him, sliding against
him, with every motion of their hips, and—
“Can we go to your bedroom?” Shouyou asks, voice all breathy and low, “There’s
something I want to….” He trails off, eyes flickering away from Kageyama’s for
a moment. “I want more. With you.”
Tobio feels warmth in the center of his chest and feels his cock twitch at
those words, and he goes still and silent for a moment, just gazing down at
Hinata. He has some ideas and maybe even some hopes in regards to what Hinata
could mean by more, but he doesn’t want to assume anything, not when it comes
to something as important as this. He’ll let Hinata tell him, or show him.
Either. Or both.
“Yes,” he says, finally, after spending some time just looking at Shouyou,
who’s sexy and beautiful and goofy (with his messy hair and his shirt rucked
up) and seems just a tad uncertain in this moment. Kageyama wants to reassure
him as much as he can; he isn’t used to Hinata being the unsure one. Of course,
Kageyama himself is presently feeling much the same, but he wants, and he wants
to give Hinata whatever it is that he’s seeking in this moment, at every
moment, and so it’s going to be okay. He knows it, and so he pulls away and he
stands, helping Hinata up as well.
Fingers laced together, they head for his bedroom, and once they’re there,
Kageyama flips the light switch. Hinata moves away from him and begins digging
through the bag he’d brought with him (he’d unceremoniously deposited it on the
bedroom floor prior to kitchen shenanigans) and seeming satisfied when he
returns with a little bottle of lubricant.
“So,” Hinata begins, worrying at his bottom lip, “I was thinking that… we
could… that you could….”
Kageyama’s thought about it before; of course he has. He’s read about it. He’s
watched some videos. Because, honestly, he’d never forgive himself if he
actually hurt Hinata and apparently this is something that can be the exact
opposite of pleasant, if you don’t take your time and properly prepare for it.
He’s thought of what it might feel like, to be inside of Hinata, and he’s
thought of what it might feel like to have Hinata pressing into him, filling
him. On some of the nights that he’s held his phone to his ear and listened to
his boyfriend moan and whimper and whisper his name, those have been a couple
of the thoughts that he’s jerked off to. Tobio would admittedly be perfectly
fine with either scenario, and he isn’t afraid of the prospect of either of
them; the newness makes him a little anxious, but it isn’t all bad. It’s an
eager, curious sort of nervousness. One that is perfectly normal and natural to
feel.
Shouyou eventually finds the words that he wants to say, apparently, and they
interrupt Tobio’s thoughts: “I want to feel you, inside me.” He looks almost
like he can’t believe he’s said it, and he’s flushed (no doubt due to a
combination of embarrassment and arousal) and he’s waiting and he’s still very
hard, his tented sweatpants giving him away. It lets Tobio know that yeah, he’s
nervous too, but he wants, just as Tobio wants, and that makes it all that much
better when Tobio steps closer, placing his fingers beneath Hinata’s chin and
making him tip his head back so that Tobio can kiss him.
He licks into Shouyou’s mouth and Shouyou moans and shudders a little, his
tongue curling slick and warm against Kageyama’s. Hearing what Shouyou wants
makes Kageyama’s pulse quicken, makes him throb and groan in response, fingers
clutching at the front of a shirt that he desperately wants out of the way at
the moment.
“I was worried,” Hinata admits after they break apart several seconds later, “I
thought you’d look at me weird, or think I was being gross to even suggest it,
or--”
“It’s you,” Tobio intones, gently but with gravity. And then, “Of course you’re
gross,” which makes Hinata laugh and shove gently at him, only to lean up for
another kiss. It’s too tempting for Tobio to resist, really, so he doesn’t try.
When their lips part again, Kageyama leans his forehead against Hinata’s and
tries again, no joking this time: “I want you. In every way that you are
comfortable with me having you. You don’t have to wonder about that, ever. But
if you ever do, all you have to do is ask.” He’s not good with words, ever, but
he wants to be. At least, when it comes to important things like this. He tries
to be.
Shouyou kisses him again, quickly, softly, tongue flicking out to tease
momentarily at Tobio’s lips and make him sigh and ache. “It’s just… we haven’t
talked about it, but I’ve been wondering, a lot lately, especially. And I just
want to feel you, like that. I’ve… uhm… you know. To myself. With my fingers.
And it feels really good, and I know it’ll feel better if you do it. And if you
do more.”
Oh. Oh, god.
Tobio imagines Shouyou like that, fingers inside himself, the tips brushing
against that place Tobio’s read about, and heat lances through him, making him
feel as weak-kneed as a fumbling newborn fawn for a moment. He can feel himself
throbbing, even the loose pants he’s wearing now feeling too tight, and he’s
leaking pre-cum, and he wants Shouyou right now but even more than that… he
wants to make sure he does this right.
“Have you ever thought about it?” Hinata asks between kisses and Kageyama
offers a silent little nod in reply. “I think about it a lot. And… I know you,
Tobio, and I know that probably the only worry you’ve got in that brain of
yours right now is that you could hurt me and you won’t. You just have to go--”
“Slowly,” Kageyama finishes for him, and then pulls a face. “That goes without
saying, idiot.”
“Don’t be mean,” Shouyou says, a teasing sort of warning. “You’re gonna make me
rethink this whole thing.” Never mind that he’s tugging at Tobio’s shirt,
indicating in no uncertain terms that he wants it off, and Tobio is happy to
oblige him, raising his arms (even though Shouyou’s too short to make much
progress without perhaps jumping, so
Tobio saves him the trouble and takes over at the place Shouyou starts to kind
of strain to reach) so that his shirt can be removed.
“Rethink, huh?” Kageyama casually asks as he rids Hinata of his shirt as well.
Hinata’s still clutching the lubricant in his fingers and Kageyama gently takes
it from him, leading him to stand closer to the bed as he tugs at the waistband
of Hinata’s sweatpants. “Wouldn’t want you to think too much and hurt your
brain.”
Hinata huffs and rolls his eyes but doesn’t say anything. He makes no motion to
stop what Kageyama’s in the process of doing, either.
Pants, followed by underwear, and then Shouyou is gloriously naked and Kageyama
can’t help his hungry, roaming eyes. He thinks, fondly, that Shouyou will
always be a tiny, fierce thing, all hard lean (distracting) muscle and knee-
weakening sunshine smiles and bedroom eyes that make something inside of him
fall wonderfully apart. His dick is flushed red at the head, pre-cum glistening
there, leaking a trail down that Kageyama wouldn’t mind following with his
mouth, and he kneels to do just that, making a sound as Shouyou’s fingers card
gently through his hair and then tangle there, holding on. It’s only a few
moments before Shouyou’s urging him to stop, to pull away. He obeys, albeit a
little reluctantly, and looks up at Shouyou, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles
over the skin covering his hipbones.
“I don’t want you to make me come yet,” Shouyou says, apparently feeling the
need to explain why he’d signaled for Tobio to stop. “And you still have on too
many clothes. Get back up here so we can get them off.”
Kageyama nods and presses a biting kiss to an inner thigh, making Hinata moan
low and soft, before standing back up and helping Hinata divest him of the rest
of his clothing. And then they’re falling onto the bed together and laughing
because the landing is unnecessarily awkward and the lubricant goes flying for
a second, but that’s okay because it lands on one of the pillows and then rolls
back down onto the bed anyway. Hinata reaches for it between kisses and giggles
and presses it back into Kageyama’s palm and then he lays back and just looks
up at Kageyama, and Kageyama looks right back, and he’s glad that he’s on the
bed and not standing because the sultry, smoky look that Hinata is currently
giving him is enough to make him weak-kneed all over again.
He allows himself an appropriate amount of time to appreciate just how hot that
look is before he arranges their limbs so that he’s kneeling between Hinata’s
spread thighs and he shoves a pillow underneath Hinata’s lower back to
hopefully make the angle better. If it isn’t good, or comfortable, he’ll change
things. He isn’t in a hurry.
Shouyou’s eyes stay on him, tracking his movements as he unscrews the cap of
the could-have-been-lost-forever bottle and applies perhaps too much to his
fingers, then he has an idea and sets the bottle aside, spreading the lube
between both of his hands, letting them get slick as he allows time for the
lube to grow warmer against his skin.
There’s no apprehension in those warm brown eyes, just mingled curiosity and
desire as Hinata draws his knees up a bit more, feet flat against the bed. He
doesn’t ask anything even though Kageyama can tell that he wants to.
He doesn’t keep him waiting long.
Kageyama curls the fingers of his left hand around Hinata’s cock and he strokes
upward with a deliberate, teasing slowness. That’s when those eyes flutter shut
and Hinata’s head tips back, mouth opening as a soft moan escapes him. The
fingers of Kageyama’s right hand trail messily over Hinata’s sac and then dip
further down, index finger coming to rest against the ring of muscle in the
cleft of Hinata’s ass. He circles it slowly with that finger, and the motion is
a question and not a demand.
Shouyou nods and groans on a downward stroke of Tobio’s hand, his eyes still
closed, and Tobio dips his finger shallowly inside, just to the first knuckle.
He feels heat and tightness, and feels more of that when he presses further in,
to the second knuckle. Shouyou makes a keening moan as he begins to withdraw
and then presses back in again, as far as he can. He thumbs the head of
Shouyou’s cock and strokes him as he works his finger in and out, back and
forth, until he notes that there’s less resistance, and then he adds his middle
finger, sliding it in just as slowly, giving Shouyou time to adjust. He keeps
stroking Shouyou’s dick, pausing to squeeze in all the right places that make
his boyfriend whimper and arch into it, and the way Shouyou’s clenching around
his fingers now makes him wonder what that’ll feel like around his aching cock
and the force of his want makes him a little dizzy.
Kageyama has to take a second to breathe, and he tries to remember the things
he’s read about this, about how to get your partner good and ready for this
kind of sex, and then he crooks his fingers and then stretches them out again,
pressing against and searching along an inner wall. He pushes upwards with a
little more force, and he knows he’s found what he’s looking for because Hinata
moans long and low and his hips jerk and the sound and the motion go straight
to Kageyama’s cock.
He does it again and he fists Hinata’s erection a little tighter, twisting his
wrist. It earns him some very surprising and uncharacteristic cursing from
Hinata. “Fuck,” he moans, “It does feel so much better when you do that.”
There’s a heady rush of satisfaction at those words, and Tobio keeps sliding
those fingers in and out, making sure to brush against that same spot with
every plunge inside, and then he adds a third finger and by this point, Shouyou
is writhing and arching up into his fist and then back down onto his fingers
and Tobio thinks, beautiful. Tobio thinks, erotic; Tobio thinks, mine.
That last thought works its way from his mind to his vocal cords and slips past
his lips as he leans down, removing his hand from Shouyou’s length and using it
to prop himself up as he presses an open-mouthed kiss to Shouyou’s neck. That
head tips back further, granting him access to more skin, which he greedily
takes advantage of.
“Mine,” he growls as he scissors his fingers inside of Hinata and then
purposefully, just barely, grazes his prostate, making him whine and pant and
arch and shudder beneath him.
“Yours,” Hinata agrees, no argument and no teasing, just a simple understanding
and acceptance and verification, which Kageyama is grateful for, and he rewards
it with a firmer touch this time, which leads to another “Fuuuuuck,” from
Hinata, longer and louder this time. He sounds almost like he’s hurting, and it
makes light of the phrase, hurts so good.
“Good?” Tobio asks as he thrusts those three fingers in and out, harder, faster
now. Hinata’s mouth is open and he’s panting and nodding frantically, and Tobio
kisses him, breathes, “You want me to make you come like this?”
A pause, and then a slow shake of Shouyou’s head. “Need you,” he gasps, and
then, “now,” and Kageyama doesn’t have to be told twice.
He’s careful when he withdraws his fingers, and then he’s kissing Hinata again,
and it’s quick but full of feeling. He reaches for the lube again, and it
proves to be a little more of a challenge given that his hands are already
slick with it, but he manages. It’s cool against the hot skin of his dick and
he strokes himself once, twice, spreading the lubricant out and over himself,
using perhaps a little more than is necessary, but he’d rather be cautious than
reckless.
Kageyama repositions himself between Hinata’s thighs, guiding and lining
himself up with his left hand while he grasps Hinata’s hip with his right. He
takes a breath and he eases into Hinata slowly, gently, watching Hinata’s face
the whole time for any signs of pain or discomfort. There’s a slight wince once
Kageyama is fully seated inside of him, and here he pauses, because he figures
it might take a little more time to adjust to this, and it’s a fucking struggle
to remain motionless when his body demands that he move, because Hinata is hot
and tight and it’s funny how everything they do together is even better than
he’s ever imagined. He wants to move, to shove, to thrust, but he doesn’t. He
stays perfectly still, until Hinata’s legs slide around him and pull him in
close.
“I’m okay,” Shouyou assures him, voice soft, eyes intense. “Move.”
Tobio does. Slow at first, experimental, the push of his hips gradually
becoming measured and deep. “You feel good,” he can’t help but groan into the
hot, thick air around them.
Hinata’s breath catches and Kageyama doesn’t know if it’s because of his words
or because of his next, firmer, thrust. “You too,” he replies, and they stop
talking with their words and start talking with their bodies after that.
They find a rhythm and it’s a slick push and pull of hips, of hands, of
shoulders. Shouyou’s blunt nails are digging into his back and raking down, and
mingled pain and pleasure spiral though Kageyama’s body, urging him to pick up
the pace. There’s a familiar tension building in his belly and it’s more than
it has been, more intimate, more everything, and he knows he won’t last long.
Everything’s giving way, becoming nothing more and nothing less than the
movement of their bodies, together, and it’s a frantic, beautiful thing.
Kageyama’s self-control is at present nearly non-existent, and it doesn’t seem
to matter because Hinata’s encouraging him, urging him, giving and taking too,
and it’s achingly good, so good.
He’s cognizant enough (though just barely) to change the position of his hands.
He shifts the weight of his upper body to his left hand, which is braced
against the mattress, and he moves his right hand from Shouyou’s hip, slipping
it between their bodies so he can touch Shouyou too, to pleasure him externally
as well as internally. The instant his fingers close around him, Shouyou cries
out and shoves his hips up, and Tobio begins tugging his cock in time with his
thrusts and it’s beyond amazing; there’s no sort of description that will do it
justice, the way Shouyou tightens around him when he grazes his prostate, the
sounds he makes as Tobio’s fingers stroke and squeeze him.
Everything with Hinata is always completely unlike anything Kageyama has ever
experienced. Everything.
He makes sure he angles his hips and thrusts right where Hinata needs; he makes
sure he’s rubbing against all those sensitive spots at the underside of
Hinata’s dick, and Hinata manages a strangled, “Close, Tobio,” which is
encouragement enough to make Kageyama move faster, still.
The motions are frantic, now, frantic and needy and Kageyama’s close, too,
insomuch that he thinks he might come at the same time as Hinata.
He almost does. Shouyou comes first, moaning and shaking, his cock throbbing in
Tobio’s hand with its release, and Tobio himself slides right over the edge
shortly after, Shouyou clenching rhythmically, deliciously around him and
milking him, and Tobio keeps moving until he can’t anymore, shuddering ecstasy
edging into overstimulation.
Kageyama keeps himself from flopping down onto Hinata, but just barely. He
hunches over him instead, leaning in so that their foreheads touch. “Wow,” he
manages after a few seconds of attempting to catch his breath.
Hinata clears his throat and giggles before exclaiming, “Tobio, that was
gwaaaaahhh, perfect.”
“Dumbass,” Kageyama says, though fondly, and he kisses Hinata softly.
Perfect. Yes.
What isn’t perfect is the mess they make of the sheets when Kageyama finally
moves to slide his softening cock out of Hinata. He should have expected it, he
supposes. He’ll wash and change the sheets later. Right now, though, he’s more
concerned with getting clean, himself.
They eventually manage to wobble to the bathroom and they shower together, and
not without Tobio asking Shouyou no less than eight times if he’s sure he’s
okay.
“Give me a little bit, and I’ll show you how okay I am,” Hinata eventually
retorts, and well, that more or less shuts Kageyama up while simultaneously
making his dick give a little twitch.
Shower finished, they towel themselves dry and Kageyama heads to the kitchen
for water. He grabs a bottle for himself and a bottle for Hinata from the
fridge and then he goes back to the bedroom. They pull on their underwear and
nothing else (it’s warm enough in the house, and even if it weren’t, Hinata’s
like a tiny, living furnace) and curl up together on the bed to watch a
livestream of the New Year’s Eve countdown because they’re honestly too lazy to
go back to the couch and watch it on the television. They drink their water and
they hold each other and they wait for a new year to arrive.
“Happy New Year, Tobio!” Hinata excitedly proclaims once the counter has
reached zero. He’s paying absolutely no attention to the fireworks display on
the screen, but then again, neither is Kageyama. He’s a little too distracted
by the way Hinata’s lips are moving against his own, the kiss unhurried and
thorough.
Kageyama has every intention of returning the sentiment. However, when Hinata
pulls back, Kageyama just looks at him for a second, the words Happy New Year
right there on the tip of his tongue. But when he opens his mouth, what he
blurts instead is, “I love you,” and everything gets quiet; he can’t hear the
celebration on his laptop anymore. He can only hear how he’s holding his breath
and how his heart is pounding. As the silence stretches out, he contemplates
biking up the mountain just so he can throw himself off of it. He wasn’t
supposed to say that! What the hell.
Shouyou’s eyes grow wide and then soft, and he whispers, “I love you too,” and
Kageyama feels a great deal less like diving off of the mountain and he
releases the breath he’d been holding.
“It’s not that I’m just now realizing it,” he rushes to explain, “I just--”
“I know, Kageyama,” Hinata gently interrupts. “I know. You’ve been saying it,
without saying it, all this time, you know?”
Tobio thinks of Hinata’s sweet smiles. He thinks of the way Hinata holds his
hand. He thinks of the way Hinata trusts him and the way he always asks him if
he’s had breakfast yet every morning, and the way he kisses him and touches him
and moves against him. He thinks of the way Hinata looks just after he’s spiked
Kageyama’s toss. He thinks of the
way Hinata tells him goodnight and good morning and the way he still races him
even though neither of them are keeping score anymore. Of course, Hinata’s been
letting him know, the words hidden in plain sight amongst all the little things
he’s done and said.
They kiss again. And again. Hinata melts against him and then they’re out of
their underwear once more and yeah, Hinata is showing him just how okay he
really is.
Later, while they’re still tangled together, Kageyama asks, “I said it first.
Does that mean I win?”
He gets a pillow thrown at his face for his efforts.
“It doesn’t work that way, dummy.”
Chapter End Notes
     What a wild party, huh? ^_~
***** Winter (January) *****
Chapter Summary
     There are fingers combing through Kageyama’s hair and there’s Natsu’s
     soft, innocent voice asking if Kageyama’s going to marry her big
     brother. This prompts awkward laughter and complete avoidance of
     answering the question altogether.
Chapter Notes
     At this point, they can't help how friggin' cute they are. :D
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The first sunrise of the new year is beautiful. They watch it together, still
sleepy, and then Hinata drags himself to his bike, giving Kageyama a lingering
kiss before pedaling away. Kageyama misses him immediately, watches him until
he disappears from sight. Then he changes his bedsheets, chunking the dirty
ones in the washing machine along with the washing powders. He turns the
washing machine on and hopes that his parents (who have apparently made it home
at this point but aren’t yet among the land of the conscious) won’t freak out
and wonder if there is something horribly wrong with him if they happen to wake
up before the washing machine has finished its cycle.
He has cereal for breakfast, checks his phone and smiles when he sees that
Hinata’s made it home safely. He dozes on the couch and he swaps his sheets
from the washing machine to the dryer when he’s startled awake by the sound of
his parents’ bedroom door opening.
His mother makes coffee and joins him in the living room, sparing a glance in
the direction of the laundry room and raising an eyebrow at him. “You’re doing
laundry?” she asks. “Has hell frozen over?”
Kageyama makes a face and buries his face in one of the pillows, but draws his
feet up close to himself so that his mom will have enough room to sit down.
“No, mom, hell has not frozen over. Where’s dad?”
“Still sleeping,” she murmurs as she takes a sip of her coffee. “Although I’m
sure the smell of the coffee will wake him up soon enough.” And then, she
casually asks, “Where’s Shouyou?”
Tobio’s eyes widen and he swallows hard, fidgeting with the pillow that he
wishes he could somehow hide under. Seeing no point in lying, he responds, “He
went home.”
“Wild party?”
“If you can call Disney movies wild.” Kageyama points to the DVD player and his
mother laughs. “There was some popcorn-throwing, but we cleaned that up.”
“Good.” She lightly pats his leg. “You know how your dad gets about messes in
here.”
“I know,” he groans. “It’s kind of scary.”
“A little,” his mother agrees.
The silence that follows isn’t strange or uncomfortable. Tobio’s close to
falling asleep once more when she speaks again: “Happy New Year.”
“Happy New Year,” he replies, and then asks a question of his own: “How was
your party last night? Wild?”
She yawns and then resumes nursing her coffee. “Your dad and I are getting too
old for ‘wild’ but we did have a good time.”
His father’s voice floats to them from somewhere down the hall. “We aren’t
getting too old for anything.” He sounds like he’s still half-asleep. Kageyama
supposes that makes three of them. He wonders, almost idly, if Hinata’s gone to
bed to take a nap. He wouldn’t blame him; they hadn’t slept much, after all.
Aaaaaaand remembering the particulars of their evening isn’t a good thing to do
while in the presence of his parents, so he immediately puts on the brakes on
his train of thought and vows to text Shouyou in a few hours; he’ll save
basking in last night’s memories for later, while he’s in the privacy of his
bedroom once more.
“Are you doing laundry, son?” His father’s pouring himself a cup of coffee.
“Yes.” Tobio’s ears are burning.
“Has hell frozen over?” are the next words out of his mouth, and Kageyama’s mom
giggles.
“That’s exactly what I said!”
He can see why his ridiculous(ly wonderful) boyfriend gets along with them so
well.
Days later, when they’re are competing in the Spring High tournament, he
remembers that silly, mid-morning conversation with his parents. He thinks of
it instead of the fact that things are going to be changing majorly for their
team in just a few short months. It’s easier to focus on what’s happened
already than it is to linger on the truth of what will.
The win is a bittersweet moment, because after this, nothing for Karasuno will
be quite the same. Nishinoya receives an award for best libero, which comes as
no surprise to any of them, really. They cheer and they all tackle and hug each
other (even the confused and perhaps somewhat frightened first-year team
members are roped in) and they try not to cry and most of them fail
spectacularly, Kageyama included.
They have a celebratory dinner afterwards. There’s more yelling, more
excitement, more fist-bumps and nudges and smiles and yes, more tears.
“You’re all gonna be okay without us,” Tanaka says, and for once, he looks
neither menacing nor silly but almost… plaintive, even though his words are no
doubt meant to be a reassurance.
“We will,” Yachi softly agrees, and she’s looking at her hands, the table, her
plate of food, anything but their eyes. Her voice is wobbly. “But it doesn’t
mean we won’t miss all of you.”
It’s strange how two years ago, something like this wouldn’t have affected him
in the slightest. Presently, Tobio has to keep clearing his throat and looking
away and rapidly blinking. His eyes sting. This is a monumental victory and the
beginning of a colossal loss, all wrapped in one messy little package.
His hand finds Shouyou’s under the table; the brief squeeze Shouyou gives him
before lacing their fingers together speaks volumes and calms his nerves.
The contact grounds him, keeps him from thinking too much about how things
might be when this school year ends and the next begins. Instead, he thinks of
how he doesn’t want to let go of Hinata’s hand.
(And that thought is just a bit terrifying, too.)
~*~
The days trip over themselves; they melt and blend together. Schoolwork
followed by practice (which is a little different now that the Spring High
tournament has ended), followed by walks home, which always include laughter,
even if it’s just the two of them (which, eventually, it always is). There are
kisses that linger, hands that are reluctant to let go. There are text messages
and phone calls and Saturday date nights that end with them in a fort made of
pillows and blankets (for Natsu, of course). There are fingers combing through
Kageyama’s hair and there’s Natsu’s soft, innocent voice asking if Kageyama’s
going to marry her big brother. This prompts awkward laughter and complete
avoidance of answering the question altogether.
“It’s your bedtime, sweet girl,” Mrs. Hinata calls out, and Natsu hugs both of
them goodnight before exiting their fort.
“You’d be a horrible husband,” Hinata informs, all matter-of-fact. Kageyama
considers hitting him, but Hinata’s fingers feel really good against his scalp,
so he keeps still and just makes a noncommittal noise.
“… Why?” he eventually asks when Shouyou doesn’t bother to elaborate further.
“All you would care to do is play volleyball. And maybe have sex.” There’s no
seriousness in his voice, just a teasing lilt in his tone, but Tobio finds
himself blushing all the same.
“Like you’d be any better,” Kageyama replies, and he’s not serious either but
he feels the need to argue just because this is how they’ve always worked.
There is a comfort in familiarity. “Except you’d also want pork buns and
probably chocolate cake for every meal ever.”
“Sounds like a good plan to me,” Shouyou says, and it sounds incredibly
ridiculous and incredibly like them and maybe it is a good plan. Volleyball and
sex and food and Hinata, Hinata, Hinata.
He knows it’s all in jest, knows that they are too young to even joke about
shit like this. But it’s a thought that’s still rolling around in his head when
he makes it home that evening.
“I’m home,” he says over the phone, once he’s settled in bed.
“Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad,” Hinata says conversationally.
Tobio’s warm and sleepy and Shouyou’s voice sounds nice even though he has no
idea what he’s referring to. “What wouldn’t?”
“You know. Being married to you.”
Kageyama blinks slowly, awareness creeping into the edges of his consciousness.
He does and does not want to reply; he does and does not want to call his
boyfriend completely silly. He does and does not want to respond in much the
same manner.
He doesn’t say anything, but he listens as Hinata continues: “We’d have to live
together for at least five years first, though. Give it a trial run. See if we
succeed in not tearing the place apart or burning it down. Plus we have to make
sure we won’t kill each other.”
His lips quirk and Tobio doesn’t fight the silly, stupid, lazy smile. “Go to
sleep, dumbass,” he tells Shouyou. “You sound ridiculous.”
“So you think we’d kill each other, huh?” Hinata’s tone is playful, light,
amused. Non-accusatory.
“We might,” Kageyama muses, even though he knows (he’s pretty sure, anyway)
that they wouldn’t. They might want to at some point, but.
“You’d chop me up and hide me under the floorboards,” Hinata exclaims in mock-
horror. “Then who would spike your tosses at one in the morning?”
There’s a short story Tobio thinks he read some time ago which revolves around
a man who’d done that very act, and it hadn’t ended well for him.
“I’d be smarter than that,” he reassures Hinata. “I’d let something eat you.
Destroy the evidence, and all. But you have a good point… I don’t know of
anyone who would do that with me at one in the morning except you. So maybe I
would let you live.”
“Good call. So maybe we’d make it work, after all.” Shouyou sounds sleepy, too.
And sappy. And… happy, all soft and simmering, bubbling excitement.
“Let’s just make it through high school first,” Kageyama suggests, sounding
reasonable and feeling perhaps everything but. “Go to sleep, Shou.”
Hinata hums in what Tobio supposes is agreement, and makes another noise—a not-
quite groan. Tobio thinks he must be stretching. “Goodnight then, Tobio.”
“Goodnight,” Kageyama softly answers. He’s still holding the phone in his hand
several seconds after their conversation has ended.
He has never wanted time to simultaneously slow down and accelerate all at
once. It’s impossible, he knows. Impossible to have either. Certainly
impossible to obtain both.
Impossible.
(That doesn’t stop him from wanting it, all the same.)
Chapter End Notes
     Short chapter, but hopefully cute and meaningful. I hope you all
     enjoyed! ^_^
***** Winter (February) *****
Chapter Summary
     He’s not gonna try to make chocolates.
      
      
     He’s not.
      
     (He attempts, once. They’re too bitter so he scraps them.)
Chapter Notes
     Ruined chocolates, volleyball practice, Bottom!Tobio, couch snuggles,
     and early-morning (or late night) conversations.
     These boys are beyond precious, you guys.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Kageyama realizes (or maybe remembers is more the proper term, here) a little
after February begins that he really doesn’t know much at all about Valentine’s
Day. He knows the basics, of course. Knows that this is the day of the year
that the girls flock to the boys with home-made gifts and sweet, shy
declarations of their feelings. He knows that his mother takes his father out
to his favorite restaurant, without fail, the night of Valentine’s Day. He
knows that it’s an overly-commercialized, ridiculous, unnecessary, sappy waste
of a perfectly normal day and it’s a poor excuse for girls to practice their
baking skills. He knows it’s not a day he’s ever particularly taken much notice
of, nor has he ever cared to attempt to change his perception of it.
He’s also never dated anyone before, or thought about dating anyone before,
until Hinata Shouyou – his best friend – apparently made this unconscious
decision to change all of this for him, and even though Tobio still thinks
Valentine’s Day is stupid and that probably won’t ever change, he figures that
maybe there’s something about it that might be a little worthwhile if you’ve
got someone who cares to celebrate it with you. He never thought he’d have
that. He never thought he’d wanted to. But now here he is, seven months into
dating Hinata, and he’s trying to figure out what in the hell they should do
for Valentine’s Day. He wonders if it even matters. He wonders what they could
do differently, that they don’t already do in the first place. He’s not gonna
try to make chocolates.
He’s not.
(He attempts, once. They’re too bitter so he scraps them.)
“So what’s the protocol if two guys are dating?” Tanaka asks, and it’s the week
before Valentine’s Day. He’s looking pretty pointedly at Kageyama and Hinata,
and then at Tsukishima and Yamaguchi, and then it’s some weird back-and-forth
with his eyes that makes Kageyama think of a couple of volleyballs flying over
the net, again and again.
There’s an awkward silence in which nobody seems to be able to properly answer
the question—most likely because none of them have ever actually given it any
real thought.
“I mean,” Tanaka continues, grinning that Cheshire grin of his, “at least you
don’t have to worry about White Day, right? So it’s easy and convenient to just
deal with it all in one day.” He pauses, seems to actually consider it for a
moment. “At least, I would think so.”
“I haven’t thought about it much,” Hinata admits eventually, shrugging before
taking a bite of his burger. “But I mean, we’ll figure it out.” He nudges
Kageyama. “I don’t need homemade sweets or cards full of declarations of sweet
nothings. Just toss to me the entirety of practice that day and I’ll be happy.”
Tobio omits any sort of hint that he’d attempted to experiment with making
chocolate a few days ago, because he doesn’t need to give his boyfriend
anything else to tease him about, even though he’s about eighty-six percent
sure that Hinata wouldn’t laugh and would just find it to be a thoughtful and
yet unnecessary gesture.
(There is also the possibility that he could congratulate him on not burning
the too-bitter chocolate to the point of them looking like lumps of melted,
unrecognizable objects. Tobio decides it’s best not to risk it, because even if
Hinata doesn’t say anything about it, he’s pretty sure if Tsukishima caught
wind of said experiment, he wouldn’t shut up laughing about it for half a
second.)
“He can’t toss exclusively to you all practice,” Ennoshita tells Shouyou, and
well, so much for that. Of course, he’s being practical. Of course Kageyama
can’t toss to just Shouyou at regular practices. Ennoshita’s voice is kind but
firm (he doesn’t have it in him to yell like Daichi, even though he is more
than capable of shooting a glare that is every bit as menacing as Daichi’s
booming voice, when he’s pushed to it. Particularly when the first-year kids
aren’t paying attention, or when the rest of them are just being too rowdy in
general). He’s smiling a little, probably thinking that Kageyama and Shouyou
are more or less sickeningly, pathetically cute; if he is indeed thinking such
a thing, it’s… not inaccurate, Kageyama supposes.
“I’ll toss to you for ten minutes straight before practice starts,” Tobio
promises in a stage-whisper and Hinata grins, apparently satisfied with that.
Kageyama makes good on his promise come Valentine’s Day, and they even do
really well during regular practice with a new quick they’ve been working on.
It’s… exhilarating, watching Hinata excitedly spike every toss that Kageyama
sends his way. It doesn’t get old, seeing all the emotions written clearly on
Hinata’s face, how he cycles from eager to triumphant to grateful, and it’s all
so seamless and wonderful and it is quite literally a kind of gift which keeps
on giving of itself. He’s happy with this, alone, for Valentine’s Day. He
doesn’t need anything extra.
Almost everyone lingers behind after practice to shower, including Tobio and
Shouyou. However, none of the others offer to walk home with them; none of the
others attempt to fall into step with them as they make their way to their
bikes.
“Are you gonna tell me why you told me to bring my bike today?” Kageyama asks,
and Hinata just grins at him and doesn’t answer, and the quiet is an answer in
and of itself.
They start walking, bikes in tow, but they don’t head for Tobio’s house. Having
absolutely no idea what’s going on and yet also knowing that Shouyou won’t
answer him anyway if he chooses to question him further, Tobio just follows,
realizing along the way where they’re heading; it’s a path they’ve taken
several times before in the past, a path that will no doubt be well-worn by the
end of their third year.
They come to a stop in front of a little restaurant that they frequent; not the
one with the good pizza (which is the one they always meet up at for their team
get-togethers) but the one with the good udon. Hinata insists upon paying
after, and Kageyama argues with him briefly, but loses, mostly because Hinata
sneaks away from him and takes care of the bill while he’s looking away for one
second just so he can take one last sip of his drink.
“I wanted you to come to my house,” Shouyou eventually tells him once they’ve
made their way back outside. “My parents are out on a date, and they probably
won’t be back until eleven or later. They dropped Natsu off at the babysitter’s
since I told them you and I had plans, too. Not that… we really do, I guess,
but I wanted to spend some time with you. That’s why I told you to bring your
bike.”
It makes sense now. He doesn’t exactly enjoy biking like Hinata does (he’d
rather run, honestly) but he isn’t about to complain, especially if all of this
is being done just so they get more time together.
Shouyou somehow has the breath to cycle and chatter the entire way to his
house, and Kageyama’s no longer surprised by it at this point. The air is still
plenty chilly but the exertion makes him sweat all the same, and he feels like
he needs a second shower by the time Shouyou unlocks the front door and ushers
him inside.
“Shower?” he finds himself suggesting out loud as they kick off their shoes,
and Hinata nods. The house is empty except for them and everything seems to
echo, even though Tobio’s pretty sure it’s all in his head.
Kageyama gets sidetracked while in the process of ridding himself of his own
clothing and decides to fixate on Hinata undressing instead, on the way his
head tips back as he removes his shirt, the way his back arches, the way he
bends down as he removes his pants and underwear. He looks good, as he always
does, and Kageyama’s pretty sure no-one could blame him for getting distracted,
but he’d sure as hell punch anyone for trying to justify the obvious reasons
(because mine).
Shouyou turns to look at him, a slow smile forming on his lips. “Do you need
some help, Nosey-yama?”
Pants and underwear halfway down his legs, Tobio scowls and pushes them off the
rest of the way, stepping out of them. “Not nosey,” he argues as he steps past
Hinata, turning the shower on. “Was just admiring the view, that’s all.”
“I’m sure you’ll understand if I do that too,” Shouyou drawls, and Kageyama
enters the shower, looking back over his shoulder at Shouyou who is watching
him intently, eyes dark.
Kageyama licks his lips, turning his attention to the spray of water and
positioning himself under it. The water is warm and it feels good as it flows
down his body. However, the water doesn’t warm him in the same way Hinata’s
words do, and it doesn’t feel nearly as good as Hinata’s hands and mouth do as
they trail over his skin moments later.
They touch and they tease, and they’re both a different sort of mess as they
exit the shower several minutes later, drying off quickly and grabbing their
discarded clothing, only to deposit it all in a heap on the floor of Shouyou’s
bedroom the instant that they reach it.
“We’ve got time,” Hinata breathes against Kageyama’s lips and Kageyama nods a
little before biting and tugging lightly at Hinata’s bottom lip, which earns
him a little groan and a light, teasing brush of Hinata’s fingers over the head
of his dick.
Tobio yields easily to the tongue that demands an in, parting his lips, heat
coiling and clenching tight and low in his abdomen as their tongues press and
glide slickly against and over each other. He loves kissing Shouyou, loves
touching him, loves being touched by him. He loves the noises Shouyou makes,
loves the way he quivers as he comes apart, undone; he loves the way Shouyou
makes his body thrum with a rush of desire.
Hinata’s gently urging him towards the bed while continuing to kiss him
perfectly senseless. Their lips part only long enough for Kageyama to sit down
and Hinata to follow, straddling his lap and rolling his hips in a way that
makes Kageyama’s eyes slam shut and makes his head fall back. He moans
unrestrainedly and then Hinata’s mouth is on his again and he’s swallowing the
sounds that Kageyama makes as he keeps rolling his hips and it’s delicious and
it’s wonderful and Kageyama can’t help but reach down and cup Hinata’s ass,
pulling him in as close as he can and moving with him, increasing the friction,
the heat, amplifying it all.
“More,” Tobio demands, pleads, and Shouyou laughs huskily and nods, wrapping a
hand around the both of them, stroking them together for only a moment before
he’s moving off of Tobio’s lap and reaching for the nightstand, where he keeps
the lubricant.
“How do you want me?” Hinata asks him, and oh, the things that question does to
Kageyama. His cock throbs and twitches and his breath stalls in his throat as
he imagines Hinata beneath him, moving against him, but then he imagines Hinata
above him, inside of him, and that’s where his mind lingers; that’s where his
ache and his need lie, right here and now.
Kageyama repositions himself, scooting back and gazing up at Hinata through
lowered lashes. “In me,” he answers, and he watches as Hinata processes those
words; initially he seems to be wondering if he’s misheard, but then something
apparently clicks into place and that gaze becomes even more heated.
“Tobio,” Shouyou rasps, all sweetness and desire, making Tobio’s skin tingle.
Before Tobio can contemplate how hot that is, however, Shouyou’s kissing him
again, deep and thorough, and then wetly whispering, “You’re sure?”
“More than,” Kageyama answers, shifting against Hinata, giving him room to move
more freely between his legs. “I’ve been thinking about it since… well, for a
while. Since before we… But I’ve wanted it more, since then.”
“I’ll be careful,” Hinata promises, and it isn’t necessary for him to say
because Kageyama already knows but he appreciates the effort. He’s not nervous,
exactly, not worried that there will be any pain. He knows Hinata will make it
good, knows that they’ll figure it out together just like they have everything
else so far.
His fingers shake only the tiniest bit as he reaches out to stroke Shouyou’s
cheek. “I know,” he murmurs, and then he’s watching as Shouyou unscrews the
cap, watching as Shouyou deposits a decent amount of lube onto his palm,
spreading it to his fingers, making them shine slickly in the low light of the
bedroom.
Hinata kisses him everywhere his lips can reach—his thighs, his knees, his
lower abdomen (which clenches beneath his mouth)—as his slippery index finger
prods and presses at Tobio’s hole, massaging lightly before dipping slowly,
carefully inside.
Tobio sucks in a breath. Unlike Shouyou, he hasn’t experimented with fingering
himself, so even though the idea of this isn’t new at all, the sensation is. It
isn’t unpleasant and it doesn’t hurt, but it’s unfamiliar and it’s something he
has to adjust to, this little fantasy that’s becoming a reality, here and now.
Hinata takes his time, pushing that single finger in and out, circling and
pressing the tip of it along the inner walls, which makes Kageyama groan. It’s…
intense and it’s erotic and it’s starting to feel less strange by the moment.
The more Hinata experiments, the better it starts to feel.
Two fingers, and it’s more of a stretch, but still not bad at all, even when
Hinata starts to scissor them and work them in and out a little faster, a
little harder. More pressure inside, where Hinata’s fingers are stroking, and
more pressure gathering slowly in Kageyama’s abdomen, and then there’s a rush
of it as those wandering fingers press firmly up and in, and Kageyama can’t
help the startled cry that escapes his throat as a wave of pleasure shakes and
shudders through him, catching him completely off-guard.
When he manages to open his eyes a few seconds later, Shouyou is smiling at
him. He draws those fingers back, again almost all the way out, and plunges in
once more, brushing against that spot for a second time—the one that makes
little sparks dance behind Tobio’s closed eyelids and sends heat lancing
through him, white-hot and almost too much and yet somehow he wants more.
“You okay?” Hinata asks, and Kageyama feels more lubricant, feels a third
finger pressing in to join the other two, and it stretches him a little
further, more when Hinata spreads those fingers apart inside of him; again, it
isn’t unpleasant, and it’s getting better, starting to feel really good, and
it’s even better when Hinata rubs against his prostate again, making him
whimper and moan and arch up off the bed.
Well, Kageyama supposes that should be enough of an answer. Yes, he’s okay. He
manages a little nod just in case his body’s actions aren’t enough of an
indication of just how okay he is.
“You tighten around my fingers every time I touch you here,” Shouyou says, and
his fingers curl and press and flex and rub and Tobio’s making these filthy,
helpless little noises that Shouyou seems to be thoroughly enjoying, which is
all well and good because Tobio can’t seem to keep himself from doing it.
“Is it—when I—for you?” He’s babbling and making little to no sense whatsoever.
He’s well aware of this.
“Mmhmm,” Hinata replies, and now he’s slowing it down some, and Kageyama
doesn’t know if he’s more disappointed or relieved. “You make me feel like I
could come just from touching me here.” Another deliberate brush of those
fingers has Kageyama’s hips rolling, lips parting on a guttural moan and Hinata
echoes the sound, gaze growing somehow darker, impossibly more heated. “I love
the way you clench around my fingers like this.”
Tobio can certainly appreciate the sentiment, because he also loves the way
Shouyou clenches around his fingers and around his cock. He thinks of how it’ll
feel when Shouyou gets to experience that shortly, Tobio enveloping and
squeezing him as he thrusts inside; he wants that, needs that, opens his lips
to convey that, but those fingers wriggle again and all he manages is a wail.
“Tobio,” Hinata husks, and then he’s leaning down, licking a hot, wet stripe
from the base of his cock to the tip of it, tongue teasing briefly at the slit,
fingers still buried inside of them as deep as they can get. “Wanna make you
come.”
Kageyama can’t find his voice for a moment. Seeing Hinata between his legs,
breathing in his scent, knowing where his fingers are, feeling his breath
against the head of his erection… all of it, the stimulation to and assault on
so many of his senses… it’s almost too much.
He finally manages words but they come out all throaty and low and they don’t
sound quite as teasingly challenging as he means for them to. “So make me.” He
watches, hears as Shouyou’s breath catches, and adds, “Want to feel you.”
Hinata’s next exhale is shaky, affected. His eyes are hooded. His pink tongue
darts out to trace over his lips, and then he presses his mouth almost
reverently to one of Kageyama’s hips. He’s very careful as he withdraws his
fingers, and Kageyama’s response to that action is a soft groan; he doesn’t
know how it’s possible to feel frustration and anticipation so perfectly
mingled as they are in this moment, but both are there, writhing alongside
visceral need.
Hinata doesn’t give him time to process anything else; his hands are on him in
the next instant, helping him to reposition. He ends up on his forearms and
knees, waiting, listening.
He doesn’t have to wait for long.
He feels a hand on his hip, not exerting pressure but promising it, and that,
coupled with the anticipation of what he knows is about to happen, is enough to
make him shudder.
“You’re okay?” Hinata asks, and he’s perfectly still, the slick head of his
dick pressed against him, so close, close enough to make Tobio ache.
“Yes,” Kageyama replies, no hesitation, and he pushes back just a little with
his hips, hoping that Hinata will know, and go ahead.
He does. The slide in slow, tender, and there’s a bit of a sting that comes
with the stretch—a pressure, a not-quite discomfort. A strangely sweet burn
that isn’t bad at all, especially with the recent pleasure Hinata’s fingers had
given him still fresh in his muscle memory.
There’s another pause once Hinata is fully inside of him, hips snug against his
body, lips trailing sloppy kisses along the skin of his back, making Tobio’s
lashes flutter.
“Still okay?” Hinata is unmoving again save for his hands, both of which are on
Kageyama’s hips now, and his fingers are caressing him in slow circles.
“I’ll be better when you move,” Tobio grits out, and he means it; he feels that
he needs the motion, needs to feel the push, the flex, needs to know what it
feels like to have Shouyou come inside of him, and he needs it now. He
appreciates Shouyou’s careful concern, loves him all the more for it, but he’s
more than okay right now—he feels good and he wants to feel better. Wants
Shouyou to feel better, too.
The withdrawal is just as achingly slow as the initial press inside, but it’s
movement instead of stillness, and oh, Kageyama feels everything, and is pretty
certain that that is Hinata’s intention, anyway.
Hinata pulls back until the head of his cock tugs at Tobio’s rim, and then he’s
pushing forward again, firmer, quicker, less hesitant and less cautious but
still controlled.
Hinata’s fingers are lightly squeezing Tobio’s hips and he experiments with his
thrusts, breath leaving him in quiet little huffs. Tobio’s own breathing is
becoming louder, faster, and he’s aware that he’s moaning and making these
shameless, desperate little noises which he doesn’t bother to try to muffle
because they’re alone right now and because he’s learned by now that Hinata
likes the sounds he makes.
“Feels good,” he hears Shouyou murmur. “You feel so good, Tobio.” There’s an
edge of desperation to his tone. The words sizzle down Tobio’s spine—they make
him shiver and they make him throb and clench, and that makes Shouyou wail, and
Tobio would admittedly love to hear more of that.
“You too,” Kageyama groans, rocking back a fraction, and Hinata makes that
sound again, thrusting in deeper, and Kageyama clutches the bedsheets in a
white-knuckled grip.
Hinata’s starting to find a rhythm, unhurried but deep, and even with the lazy
pace, Kageyama can feel that familiar tension building low in his abdomen. It’s
almost-but-not-quite enough and he makes a choked sound, close to pleading when
Hinata pauses yet again, all trembling, straining muscles and gentle petting
hands.
“Mine.” It’s a low, dangerous-sounding whisper, and Tobio’s immediate reaction
to it is to moan out an affirmative; he remembers New Year’s Eve, when he’d
said it to Shouyou, remembers how Shouyou had responded and how that had served
to turn him on even more, how it had made him realize just how tenuous his hold
on self-control had been.
It’s much the same right now, only in a different light. Kageyama realizes, not
for the first time, just how much this goes both ways. Knows that, just as
Hinata is his, so too is he Hinata’s. He belongs to this impossible, amazing,
sunshine-bright boy who makes his body shake and sing, makes his heart tremble
and swell and spill over with things he’d never known he was capable of
feeling.
He has never been good with words, ever, but he has no trouble at all admitting
this particular truth, and so he says it over and over again as Shouyou’s hips
roll, faster, harder, the hands over his own hips no longer gentle, nails
biting, fingers digging into skin stretched over bone. Shouyou’s hands are
giving him the pressure they’d promised earlier; they yank at him so that his
spine bends a little differently, changing the angle, holding him in place as
Shouyou shoves in again, hitting his prostate this time, making him quiver and
curse.
He’s so focused on the feel of Hinata fucking him (and oh yes, this is what he
needs and exactly how he needs it) that he releases a startled little moan when
one of those hands leaves his hip to wrap around his erection and pump him in
time with the near-frantic pace of Hinata’s hips.
All Kageyama can do is hold on, really. The pleasure is blindingly good at this
point, and Hinata is groaning and panting and telling him that he’s close.
Kageyama is too, but he doesn’t have the wherewithal at the moment to tell
Hinata.
He doesn’t have to say anything though. Shouyou gets it—he keeps the pace fast
and heavy as he tugs almost roughly at Tobio’s dick, and Tobio can feel how
close Shouyou is to losing it, how close both of them are, and it’s
justenoughjustenoughtoomuch--
He feels and hears Hinata’s shuddering release, feels him come hot and slick
and deep inside, and that brings with it a satisfaction that Kageyama can’t
explain. It’s Hinata’s orgasm that catapults him into his own and he cries out
and he writhes and he comes, trapped between Hinata and the mattress, Hinata’s
hand still moving on him, his arms wrapped around him and holding him as
Kageyama’s orgasm shakes through him, leaving him spent and trembling.
His legs and forearms give out on him and he collapses, boneless and sated,
making a soft noise as Shouyou slides out of him.
“You are so incredible,” Hinata is saying, lips pressing feather-light kisses
to his upper back and shoulders. “That was….”
“Amazing,” Kageyama finally manages to say, and then, belatedly, “Sorry for the
mess.”
Hinata’s answering chuckle is low and sexy. “I’m not sorry.”
Tobio wriggles a little. “Felt… really good.”
“Mmhmm.” More kisses, and then gentle nuzzles against the back of his neck.
Time slows down to a crawl, congeals, holds them in this place full of quiet
contemplation and loving caresses.
“I don’t wanna move,” Kageyama admits, even though he knows he has to. Somehow,
he has to get his limbs working well enough to carry him to the shower again,
and then to his bike, and then all the way back home.
(He hadn’t really thought this through.)
“Are you hurting at all? Sore?” Hinata sounds a little sheepish. “I might’ve
lost it a little when we were—but that’s what you do to me, Tobio.”
The words are electric and make Tobio shiver even though he’s perfectly
exhausted. “I’m not sore or anything. You were careful where it counted. And I
wanted you to lose it like that.”
“I don’t want you to go home.” Shouyou leans down, trailing kisses all over
Tobio’s cheeks. “Tomorrow’s Saturday. Ask your folks if you can stay tonight.
I’ll call my mom and ask her. She’ll probably be okay with it but we’ll have to
at least pretend that you’re gonna sleep on the futon.”
Kageyama thinks about it. He doesn’t want to go home either but he hadn’t
anticipated spending the night. He hadn’t brought any extra clothes aside from
the ones that became a bit sweaty during the bike ride over here. “I don’t
think they’ll be very happy that we’re asking so late. And I don’t have extra
clothes.”
“The worst they can do is say no,” Hinata says in a sing-song voice before
depositing a quick kiss to the top of his head and leaving the bed, fishing
around in Kageyama’s pants pockets, retrieving his cell phone and depositing it
in his waiting palm. He then grabs his own phone and steps out into the
hallway, presumably to call his mother, as he’d said.
So, Tobio makes a phone call of his own. His mom isn’t exactly thrilled due to
the late hour, but she doesn’t sound terribly surprised either. She tells him
he’ll have a few extra chores to do tomorrow (he’s okay with that), tells him
to behave, tells him to be safe tomorrow morning when he heads back. She tells
him that she loves him.
As he ends the call, he thinks that he’s pretty sure his parents will take
advantage of the extra alone time, and then he stops thinking about that right
then because gross.
“My mom says it’s okay,” Kageyama calls, and realizes that he probably sounds
like he’s fifteen again and staying over at Hinata’s place for the first time.
They’ve come a long way since then.
Hinata re-emerges a moment later. “So we’ve got about twenty minutes before my
parents get here with Natsu. Uhm. I called my mom but dad answered because she
was driving. You can stay but….”
Tobio rolls over to face him, curious as to why his boyfriend’s words have
suddenly dissolved into giggles. “But?”
“Dad says you have to sleep on the couch.” Shouyou’s face is contorted in some
strange mixture of amusement, disappointment, and sympathy.
Tobio groans but doesn’t complain further in regards to that particular
subject. “What am I gonna do about clothes?”
“We’ll worry about that in a minute.” Hinata waves off his concern and reaches
for him, helping him off the bed and frowning a little, probably at the mess
they’ve made of it. “We’ll toss your clothes in the laundry so they’ll be clean
by tomorrow. But we gotta worry about us first.”
They finish their third shower of the day and brush their teeth in record time
(Hinata’s even bought him a spare toothbrush) before dealing with the no-extra-
clothes situation. Hinata lends him a pair of sweats and a t-shirt that are too
big for him but still too small for Kageyama. He manages. He probably looks
ridiculous, but he can make do until morning.
They’re sitting on the couch together, pretending to watch a movie, when
Shouyou’s parents make it home. Mrs. Hinata is carrying a sleeping Natsu in her
arms, and she and her husband pause to smile warmly at Tobio and softly greet
him before saying their goodnights to the two of them and heading off down the
hallway.
Hinata has given him a soft pillow and a fluffy blanket. The couch isn’t so
bad, Kageyama decides as he settles in and turns off the television. He and
Hinata talk in hushed whispers, and he supposes this is the part where he
should say goodnight, but he doesn’t want Hinata to get up and go to bed.
“Tobio,” Shouyou murmurs, and then he’s all but flopping down on top of him,
making him grunt.
“You’re not going to bed are you.” It isn’t a question because Tobio already
knows the answer. His heart is happy about this. The rest of his body isn’t
exactly thrilled about it because it probably won’t be terribly comfortable,
but….
“Of course I’m not,” Hinata scoffs. “Why would I do that when you’re in here?”
They wriggle around a bit so that Hinata can be under the blanket too, and
they’re pressed together, close as can be, Hinata’s head on his chest, his
bushy hair tickling his chin. Kageyama is content.
“Your parents are going to kill us,” Tobio warns belatedly just as he’s
beginning to slip pinto sleep. The words are a tad slurred.
“Worth it,” Shouyou answers, and that makes Tobio smile.
He is startled awake the next morning by Natsu, who has come to watch cartoons,
apparently. She joins them with a giddy, high-pitched laugh, clambering up to
sit on top of Hinata’s back. Hinata grunts, and the added weight makes
Kageyama’s bladder protest but he stays relatively still, blinking slowly in
the morning light.
Hinata’s definitely awake now, too. Kageyama can tell by his breathing.
“Good morning,” Tobio eventually, softly, says.
“Good morning,” is Shouyou’s equally-soft reply, and it’s followed by a gentle
kiss to Tobio’s neck, which in turn makes Tobio shiver a little, pleased.
“Good morning,” Natsu also greets, though much louder and her words are
followed by bubbly giggles. She wriggles a little, and both Hinata and Kageyama
groan at the movement, the sweet girl laughing atop them gleefully oblivious to
their discomfort.
There’s more noise from elsewhere in the home, and the next thing Tobio knows,
there’s Mrs. Hinata standing several feet away, gazing at the three of them and
hiding her laughter behind her hand.
She takes a picture of them using her cell phone. Declares she’s going to have
it printed out and framed. Tobio wants to sink into the couch cushions and hide
there for the rest of the month, at the bare minimum.
Hinata sends him the picture later. It’s ridiculous and it’s cute and Kageyama
saves it, sets it as his lock screen, spends an unnecessary amount of time
staring at it.
You look happy even though I know you wanted to hide and we were both being
squished and my mom thought it was funny, Shouyou’s text message reads.
Dumbass, Tobio fires back, followed a beat later by, I am, and then because he
feels the need to clarify: Happy.
I am, too.
It’s paradoxical, when it feels like you can’t possibly fall even more in love
with someone, and yet….
And yet.
~*~
Tobio is somehow hot and chilly at the same time, and he’s panting, still
trying to catch his breath when he calls Hinata, who answers on the third ring.
“Kageyama?” His voice sounds thick with sleep and Kageyama feels a little
guilty for waking him up, even though he knows that Hinata doesn’t mind. It’s
kind of their thing now, these impromptu phone calls that happen at any given
hour, when both of them are awake, when one of them can’t sleep, when both of
them are sleepy but fighting it like children, when they’re needy and gasping.
“I’m sorry for waking you,” he blurts, and it all comes out in a rush. He’s
still huffing and puffing, and he wonders if he sounds a little scary like
this, hopes he isn’t causing Shouyou any alarm.
“You’re all breathless,” Hinata observes, and he sounds quite a bit more awake
now. “Tobio, were you getting off without me?”
Tobio suddenly feels much, much more hot than cold; there’s heat everywhere,
from the top of his head to the tips of his toes and he’s pretty sure his face
just might be on fire. “No, dumbass, I wasn’t doing that!”
“Mmmhmm.” His boyfriend doesn’t really sound terribly convinced. “Then why are
you so breathless?”
“Because this goddamn mountain is no joke,” Kageyama exclaims in a huff. “I
seriously still don’t know how you do this every day for school, back and
forth. I run, and this is worse.” He’s dismounted his bike at this point and is
walking, which makes everything simultaneously better and worse. His lungs
aren’t screaming at him so much anymore, but his legs are. Oh well. Kageyama is
practically in Hinata’s backyard at this point, so it doesn’t really matter.
“It’s one in the morning, you dork," Shouyou chuckles fondly, and Tobio will be
this ridiculously absurd at any point in time, ever, if it means that Shouyou
will laugh like that, sounding half-sleepy and completely smitten, in his ear.
“It’s one in the morning, you dork,” Kageyama parrots in falsetto as he taps
lightly on Hinata’s window.
“Hang on Tobio, there’s some creepy guy at my window,” Hinata says, but he’s
grinning in the dim light of his room. “I’m afraid it might be a pervert or
something.”
Tobio’s still speaking into the phone and at this point, he’s grinning, too.
“Don’t let him kidnap you and do unspeakable things to your body.”
Hinata opens the window and leans out, still holding the phone between his
shoulder and cheek. “I dunno. He’s pretty cute. Maybe if he makes it worth my
while….” He trails off, still grinning as he ends the call and reaches for
Tobio, sliding his arms around his neck and just holding on for a moment.
Tobio is more than content to simply let him, which he does, and they stand
there for several breaths, not saying a word, just clinging to one another.
And then Shouyou clambers right on out of the window, his legs wrapping around
Kageyama’s body as well, and he’s an idiot and Kageyama loves him anyway (loves
him for all of these things) even though he knows he looks silly standing there
with both arms full of a squirming Shouyou, not that there’s anyone awake at
this hour to actually see them but still.
“So, what’re you doing here?” Hinata asks just as Kageyama is contemplating
tickling him (he thinks better of it when he realizes that he would probably
end up toppling over).
Tobio sets Hinata down, gently. Shrugs and gestures vaguely towards the
volleyball in one corner of Hinata’s room. “Wanna play?”
(Because it’s one in the morning and because Hinata always tells him ‘yes’ and
because this is what they do, and Kageyama loves it, never wants it to stop.)
It’s really too dark to practice, even with the added light from Shouyou’s back
porch pooling around them, making everything within its circle glow an
unnatural, soft yellow. They make do, sort of, Shouyou doubling over with
suppressed laughter when he receives a serve because the ball goes flying into
some bushes right after and Tobio goes diving for it, coming back up with
leaves and twigs in his hair and the ball in his hands.
“Maybe we should stop,” Kageyama suggests.
Hinata just smiles, and they keep going.
“Do you think we’ll still be doing this five years from now?” Shouyou
eventually asks, and this gives Tobio pause.
“What? Are you asking if, five years from now, I’ll still be diving into the
bushes to get the volleyball because your receives still suck?” He’s teasing,
of course. Hinata really has improved, by leaps and bounds. He then adds,
“Probably.” And then: “I hope so. I want to be.”
Hinata’s close now, achingly so, the ball in his hands and his brown eyes soft
with emotion, and it knocks the wind right out of Kageyama. “Me too,” he
whispers, and his lips look like they need to be kissed.
Kageyama leans down, and proceeds to do just that.
Chapter End Notes
     This fic is drawing to a conclusion. One chapter and an epilogue
     left, and we'll be done. I probably won't be able to post the next
     couple of weeks, as I will be working Monday through Thursday and
     then off on vacation (much needed) until the 11th or 12th of
     November. But we shall see. I hope you all are continuing to enjoy
     this!!!
***** Winter to Spring (March) *****
Chapter Summary
     “I love you.” He’s beginning to suspect that he becomes stupidly
     sappy after sex.
     (But if he’s being honest, he’s always been stupidly sappy, always,
     about Hinata.)
     There is an undeniably happy sigh that makes Tobio tingle everywhere.
     “I love you, too.”
     He supposes it’s a pretty damn good way to begin the month.
Chapter Notes
     The beginning of March starts off well, and then Kageyama starts
     thinking and worrying a little too much.
     But of course, Hinata wouldn't be Hinata if he didn't drag him right
     out of it. :)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
They’re down to their last month as second years, and it begins something like
this:
“Are you awake?”
“No,” Kageyama replies, without missing a beat. “I’m sleep-talking.”
There’s a soft, short snicker. “You do talk in your sleep sometimes, you know.”
Tobio scowls at the phone (scowls at Shouyou, not that his boyfriend can see it
or anything but he’s pretty sure it’s evident in his voice). “I do not.”
“You do,” Hinata insists. “It’s cute.”
Tobio’s blushing a little, now. “No it isn’t. And I don’t, anyway.”
“Mmhmm.” Shouyou isn’t the least bit convinced—Kageyama can tell by his playful
tone, but he drops it, and goes uncharacteristically silent for a few seconds.
“Everything okay?” Kageyama has to ask, because it isn’t like Hinata to lose
his voice, to let go of his words. At least, not while they’re on the phone
like this. This is different; Hinata’s always the one driving the
conversations, always the one finding words when Kageyama can’t (even if he’s
just gasping them, telling Kageyama how good he’s feeling, how badly he wishes
Kageyama were there with him).
“Yes,” Shouyou answers unhesitatingly, and Tobio releases a breath he hadn’t
known he’d been holding, really. “Everything’s fine. I just wanted to hear your
voice. You know, like you wanna sometimes play volleyball at one in the
morning. I just needed… to hear you. So talk to me.”
Tobio’s brows furrow. “About what?”
“Anything. Nothing. Everything.” Another pause. “Volleyball. School. Life. How
you think Noya and Tanaka will survive university.”
Kageyama can’t help but laugh. “They won’t.”
Although he supposes he and Hinata don’t have much room to talk.
He does talk about volleyball. And class. And how his jog’s going to suck in
the morning because he should be sleeping. Hinata grunts in response, sounding
somewhat affronted, and it makes Kageyama smile. He doesn’t mind. He doesn’t
mind talking, if that’s what Hinata needs. It’s a little weird, the sudden
role-reversal, and he’s pretty sure he talks himself in circles, but Hinata
doesn’t seem to mind, either (Hinata’s guilty of it anyway, after all).
Tobio’s feeling and sounding a tad drowsy, words slowly leaving his lips in
what might be a little bit of a jumble, when he hears rustling, and then
Shouyou’s voice, a low, near-purr: “Keep talking to me, okay?”
“Well if you just wanted to do that, you could’ve said so,” Kageyama teases,
shifting and rearranging himself because even though some parts of him are
sleepy, one part of him at present most certainly isn’t.
“I didn’t call for that,” Hinata replies, the words rolling slow and lazy off
of his tongue, and they do something to Kageyama, make something clench low and
deep. “I just wanted to hear your voice, honestly. Just wanted to hear you.
Can’t help you sound sexy, and now I want to hear you.”
No problems there. The noise that Tobio makes in response rises from his
throat, and it’s a helpless, needy, wanting moan. “D-don’t say stuff like
that,” he stammers, even though he fucking loves it when Shouyou says stuff
like that.
“All right,” Hinata relents, and Kageyama wants to whine, to backpedal, to
retract what he’s just said, until Hinata says, “I won’t say anything. Keep
talking to me.”
Kageyama’s voice sounds somewhat strained as he replies, “What do you want me
to talk about now?” He’s not sure he can concentrate to talk; his hands are
itching to wander now and he doesn’t know how long he can resist the urge; his
self-control always, always seems to crumple rather quickly any time Hinata is
concerned.
“Tell me… what you want.”
“You,” is his immediate response, and it comes out all shaky. He hears the gasp
at that, feels his dick twitch and leak at the sound, and feels the need to
elaborate (because doesn’t Hinata want him to talk?): “Against me. Moving.
Needing to… feel me, like I need to feel you.”
“Tobio.”
“Are you--?”
“Y-yeah. Keep talking.”
Kageyama does. He tells Hinata what he wants. What he needs. He’s never been so
verbal when they’ve done this before, and it’s somewhat embarrassing but it
doesn’t even fucking matter because Hinata’s moaning and listening and touching
himself and Kageyama can imagine it—can imagine Hinata’s hips rocking up into
his own touch, just like he can imagine that the hand touching him is Hinata’s.
Eventually, the words fall away, dissolving into senseless groans and panting
breaths, faster and closer, and then—
Both of them are relatively quiet in the aftermath.
“Think you can sleep now?” Tobio eventually asks as he snatches a few tissues
from his nightstand and manages a half-assed, hasty clean-up.
“Mmhmm.” Hinata yawns loudly, obnoxiously, and Kageyama snorts.
“Pervert,” he then says, even though he doesn’t mean it at all.
“You love it,” is Hinata’s response, and Kageyama can’t argue there.
“I love you.” He’s beginning to suspect that he becomes stupidly sappy after
sex.
(But if he’s being honest, he’s always been stupidly sappy, always, about
Hinata.)
There is an undeniably happy sigh that makes Tobio tingle everywhere. “I love
you, too.”
He supposes it’s a pretty damn good way to begin the month.
~*~
The end of March and the end of the school year bring fear. Fear, disguised as
rationality, and for whatever reason, it hits Kageyama hard and it messes with
his head and it fucks everything up, makes him think entirely too much when he
should simply be enjoying the company of his friends and teammates. They’re
meant to be celebrating, after all.
“What’re we going to do without you?” the first years are asking, and they’re
gazing pointedly, almost desperately, at Ennoshita, who just laughs and shakes
his head.
“You’re going to be fine,” he declares reassuringly. “Although I didn’t think
we would be, without Daichi.”
“We did fine without him yelling at us like an angry dad getting ready to
ground us,” Nishinoya snickers, and Daichi picks a piece of pepperoni off of
his pizza and chunks it right at him, where it gets stuck in his hair.
Sugawara is grinning amusedly, at least until someone (Tanaka) makes a comment
about him being the doting mother that always smoothed things over after Daichi
had gotten upset and raised his voice. At that point, he’s throwing things,
too, and everyone’s laughing, and Tobio should be focusing on the hilarity
unfolding before him, but he can’t. He can’t, even when Yachi says that she
thinks he would make a good captain.
Kageyama glances at her confusedly, not quite knowing where this is coming
from. “Huh?”
“Well, the first years would understand his caveman-speak, at least,”
Tsukishima says with a snort and a smirk.
Kageyama realizes everyone’s waiting on his comeback. It doesn’t happen, and
Tsukishima frowns a little. Everyone else goes quiet, watching Kageyama for a
minute, obviously not understanding his uncharacteristic lack of a smart-ass
response.
Hinata nudges him, brown eyes full of worry. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” No. His brain is feeding him all sorts of unpleasant scenarios and it’s
hurting his heart and he doesn’t want to be here right now, even though he
knows he ought to want to. He wads up a napkin and throws it at Tsukishima in
order to provide some sense of normalcy even though he’s not feeling it.
Tsukishima isn’t buying it and Kageyama can tell, but no one says anything
about it and everyone resumes talking and laughing.
Shouyou walks him home after their little party, and doesn’t ask him to talk.
Shouyou does very little talking himself, but he touches Tobio’s arm every now
and again, and kisses him deeply once they’ve reached his front door.
“I’ll let you know when I get home,” he promises, and Kageyama nods, squeezing
Hinata tightly before letting him go and stepping back.
It’s a little after eleven when Shouyou calls him. He answers on the first
ring.
“Talk to me, Tobio.” The pleading tone hits him just as hard as the painful
thoughts, and Kageyama release a shaky sigh.
“Everything’s going to change,” he explains. And that is and isn’t the issue.
“Our team’s gonna take a heavy blow.” Which is true, and this is something that
concerns him, something that makes him think. However.
“That happened this year too,” Hinata gently points out. “And we managed,
didn’t we? We will this time, too. Plus, you and I will still be here. We’ll
still show everyone how it’s done.” Such utter confidence. This isn’t really
about the team though, and Hinata knows it, says as much: “Now, what is this
really about? You can tell me anything, you know. Anything, Tobio.”
Tobio doesn’t want to admit that these irrational fears (which seem perfectly
rational, to Tobio’s tilted mind) are plaguing him. He doesn’t want to, and yet
he knows that Shouyou needs to hear it. “What if we don’t go to the same
university, after all of this?” he blurts, and that’s part of it. Getting
closer.
“We’ll still meet at the top,” is Hinata’s unfaltering response. “I’ll kick
your ass in volleyball and kiss you later, so you know there’s no hard
feelings.”
“But what if we don’t get to see each other often?” Kageyama presses, and he’s
beginning to sound a different kind of desperate. “What if you meet someone
better, or what if there’s too much distance? Do you know how likely it is that
a couple who got together in high school will stay together? Because--”
“I’m going to stop you right there,” Shouyou interjects, and his voice is calm,
low, firm. “Do you think I give one flying fuck about statistics?”
“You’re going to get tired of me,” Kageyama whispers, voice cracking, and there
it is, the fear that has hit him full-force and has fed him with all sorts of
what-ifs that have twisted all of his thoughts. He’s terrified of this
possibility, which feels so very real.
“Kageyama.” Hinata’s tone is bordering on anger now, and Kageyama supposes he
deserves it. The tone alone shuts him up, and he listens. He listens because
Hinata doesn’t give him a chance to do anything else. He listens because
Hinata’s words make his own voice stick in his throat. “Do you know what people
thought about us last year? They thought that I wouldn’t play worth anything
because of my height. Because I’m the shrimpy one. They thought you would
always be the egotistical King of the Court. Look at us now. You think that I’m
going to base our relationship off of statistics? You think I’m going to stop
loving you or stop wanting you to toss to me if we aren’t in the same
university? You think I’m going to find someone better when, for me, better
doesn’t exist?!”
Kageyama opens his mouth but no sound comes out. He’s embarrassed and emotional
and there’s a lump in his throat and he’s an idiot.
Shouyou isn’t finished. “You have every right to get scared, you know. Change
is scary. We’re gonna be in our last year of high school. We don’t really know
what to expect months or years from now. You have every right to be afraid of
the future, but you do not get to put words into my mouth or say I’m going to
feel some stupid way years from now when, years from now, all I can see is us,
together. You’re my best friend, Tobio, and all I want to do is make you happy
and hit your tosses for a really, really long time. Time or distance won’t
change it. We’d go to the ends of the earth for each other and you know it, so
what in the hell would a three-hour-long train ride be to us? To this?”
Kageyama really, really feels like a colossal idiot. A colossal idiot, who is
madly in love with his boyfriend, and who is presently wiping at the tears that
are running, unbidden, down his face. He takes a breath, and then another. “I’m
sorry.”
“You had better be.” Hinata’s voice is lighter now, less upset-sounding. “I
don’t know where all of this is coming from, but… when you forget what you mean
to me, even if it’s only for a second, I’m always going to remind you, okay,
Weepy-yama?”
“Okay,” Tobio agrees, and sniffles a little, swiping at his eyes again. “I’ll
remind you, too,” he promises.
“Dummy,” Hinata huffs, “I’m not as forgetful as you are, obviously.” His voice
wavers just the tiniest bit.
Kageyama buries his face in his pillow for a moment, inhaling deeply. “My
pillow smells like you,” he admits.
“Oh?” Shouyou queries.
“Yeah,” Tobio replies. “It kinda stinks.”
“Hey!” Hinata bursts into laughter, and Kageyama follows suit. And just like
that, everything feels right again, easy as breathing.
Their last month as second years ends with Hinata’s laughter, high and sweet
and pure, echoing loud in his ears, in his heart, in his soul.
He hates himself for being stupid, for having a weak moment, when he knew
better. He knows better. He knows—
”As long as I’m here, you’re invincible!”
Right here and right now, in this moment, he is, they are, they will be.
For always, because Tobio’s decided. He’s playing for keeps.
Chapter End Notes
     Only the epilogue left, everyone. Thank you so much for sticking with
     me this far. ^_______^ I hope you are all continuing to enjoy this!
***** Epilogue: Spring (April--Seven Years Later) *****
Chapter Summary
     Life, for them, goes something like this now.
Chapter Notes
     I'm sad to say that this story has reached its ending, but I hope you
     all enjoy this little glimpse into their future, set seven years from
     the last chapter. Also, the very end of this ties into the very
     beginning of the first chapter (kudos to you if you catch on! ^_~)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Life, for them, goes something like this now:
It’s a cozy apartment that’s plenty big enough for the two of them. It’s
getting up to watch the sunrise together. It’s going to work early, coaching a
bunch of rag-tag upstarts that think they know better than their coaches do
(they are all too happy to prove them wrong). It’s playing volleyball together
(Hinata’s eyes still shine when he spikes Kageyama’s tosses, and thank god some
things never, ever change); it’s watching the sunset. It’s getting home late
and showering and making dinner together. It’s falling into bed and falling
into each other.
It’s sex before breakfast, and sometimes after, too, depending on how needy
they are. It’s visiting their parents whenever they can and not having to hide
anything. It’s starlit nights and quiet evenings spent on the couch doing
nothing more than holding each other and watching television.
It’s getting together with the ‘old gang’ at least once a month, catching up
like they used to do when they were still in high school. It’s laughter and
sometimes it’s tears and it’s falling apart and picking the pieces back up,
together. It’s matching bands on their ring fingers. It’s having and holding
and always.
“Shouyou,” Kageyama murmurs, gently running his fingers through messy hair.
“C’mon; we need to get up and go to bed. You’re falling asleep on me.”
They’re on the couch, Hinata’s head on his chest, and it’s comfortable, but
Tobio knows his back will be screaming in protest if they try to sleep here.
Hinata stirs, though not much. “Am not,” he mutters, nuzzling at Kageyama’s
chest.
“Do I have to carry you?”
Shouyou’s complete lack of a response is an answer in and of itself, so
Kageyama carries him to bed and they curl up together, properly, in such a way
that neither one of them will have an aching back in the morning.
It’s falling asleep together. It’s holding on, and not letting go.
It’s love, it’s love, it’s love.
Kageyama isn’t perfect, and he has absolutely no desire to be. He’s gotten
plenty wrong along the way, but every single thing that he’s done, wrong or
right, has lead him to this moment right here, and the other thousands of
little moments he’s had with Hinata.
It’s all lead him here, and he wouldn’t change it, not for the world.
After all, this is, without a doubt, the most amazingly wonderful thing that
he’s ever gotten right.
~END~
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