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“I’m still not convinced that you’ll be able to survive living all alone like this.”
“Shut the fuck up, dumbass! I’m super capable!”
Shouyou snorts at Kageyama’s conviction.
“I’m used to living alone, anyways, my parents weren’t around much.”
Shouyou’s heart squeezes painfully, “Way to put a damper on the mood, Kageyama.”
Kageyama rolls his eyes and shoves him, Shouyou snorts and takes the impact like a champ.
They stand in the middle of Kageyama’s new apartment–an accommodation that Kageyama received as a part of his Schweiden Adlers contract–and luckily, it’s pre-furnished. In the middle of the living room sits a huge pile of boxes, bags, and containers that hold all of Kageyama’s belongings that he’s accumulated over the last 18 years of his life.
This morning, Shouyou woke up bright and early, biked over the mountain straight to Kageyama’s house, and helped him move out of his childhood home. Miwa rented a moving truck so they had a vehicle big enough to fit all of Kageyama’s stuff (Shouyou swears he was the only one actually loading the truck, while the other two siblings stood around and chatted with each other. Normally, Shouyou would be quick to make a comment about Kageyama’s laziness to get him to do what he wants, but he felt a little awkward egging Kageyama on in front of Miwa, Kageyama’s cooler, older sister).
Whatever , Kageyama helped him haul all of his garbage up to his apartment, so there’s no harm done. Shouyou proved himself to be the more productive one out of the two of them, whether Kageyama could see it or not.
Miwa left a few minutes ago, to drop off the now-empty rental truck.
“Is Miwa-san coming back?” Shouyou asks.
Kageyama looks at his pile of stuff apprehensively, like he’s already dreading the chore it’s going to be to put everything away, “Uh, No. She’s left for good.”
Shouyou hums and joins Kageyama in the apprehensive stare.
Shouyou signed himself up for this chore, basically.
As a recent high school graduate with a lot of plans for his future, Shouyou is busy. He has indoor practice with Washijo-sensei twice a week, conditioning another two times a week, a part time job he’s starting next week, he sees his beach volleyball coach four times a week, and he makes it a point to go and play some casual indoor scrimmages during open-gym nights at least once a week. In the middle of that, he has to find time to learn Portuguese (and English), eat, sleep, and keep himself healthy.
Washijo-sensei said it himself, Shouyou has to carefully prepare himself.
So, Shouyou is keeping busy right now, and that’s the way it should be if he wants to make it to the top and beat Kageyama.
Yet, he found time to take two days off to help Kageyama move out of his childhood home to his first adult apartment. With the way both of their lives are speeding up, there are going to be fewer and fewer opportunities to see each other. They are actually friends, even Kageyama would admit it, so, despite the odds, they’re spending time together this weekend.
Shouyou has come to learn that spending 100% of his time and energy on volleyball is actually a detriment to his health and his game sense, unfortunately. No matter if he would rather spend all of his time eating, sleeping, and just living on the court, he’s learned that everything to him is volleyball.
He is only an accumulation of what he has all done before.
Sometimes, Shouyou is allowed to sit back and have some fun. On occasion, he can volunteer to help his friend move.
It’ll be for the best in the end.
Shouyou follows Kageyama’s line of sight and looks wearily at the pile of Kageyama’s belongings.
Not wanting to deal with this now, Shouyou asks, “Wanna get something to eat?”
Kageyama nods rapidly, seemingly relieved to put the chore off.
They end up at a family restaurant within walking distance of Kageyama’s new apartment. The establishment has big, squishy booths, cheap prices, a novel of a menu, and sticky floors. It’s good and simple, somewhere Shouyou suspects Kageyama will end up eating at frequently in his future.
Shouyou pouts at his menu, “I have to keep within my diet, huh?”
Kageyama sits across the table from him, his own menu closed on the table. All Kageyama did was glance at the menu to check that there was a reasonably priced curry dish. He didn’t even glance at the other options. Shouyou doesn’t think that Kageyama is a picky eater really, he will eat anything. It’s just that if curry is an option, Kageyama would eat it over anything else.
Shouyou swears Kageyama would eat Curry for all three meals of the day–plus snacks–if he could.
“Heh,” Kageyama chuckles at him, as he’s more than six weeks off from his next tournament, and doesn’t have to go out of his way to diet.
Technically, Shouyou doesn’t have a tournament in six weeks either, but his body has a lot of catching up to do to maximize his physique, so a 24/7 diet it is.
Shouyou scans his options, “What are we getting for dinner tonight?”
Kageyama doesn’t have pots, pans, or even groceries yet, so they’re going to have to go out and buy food again. Virtues of a first apartment, Shouyou supposes.
They’re both growing up and proving to be capable adults, but there are just a few things–like Kageyama’s plans to exclusively eat out for the foreseeable future–that make Shouyou feel like they have a long way to go.
Kageyama takes a sip of water. “Probably check out the 7-11 near my place and get food there. I wanna stock up on protein bars and shakes, so I’ll need to go there anyway.”
Shouyou sighs and looks back at his menu, resigning himself to eating something especially healthy then, not trusting himself to buy anything but instant ramen for dinner. He feels shamefully childish.
Shouyou sticks to his diet and ends up ordering some salmon that comes with a hefty amount of rice and broccoli, Shouyou’s reassured that it’s tasty, and that he’s still holding himself to a high standard, even when his typical routine is off.
Shouyou needs to make taking care of himself such a habit that he doesn’t even need to question it.
After pushing the task and hand long enough, and with their full bellies, the two of them go back to Kageyama’s apartment and start to unpack his things.
Right now, Kageyama’s folding and hanging up clothes, while Shouyou is attempting to shove a pillow inside of a pillowcase. He’s not doing it very gracefully.
“So, how much of an adult do you feel like right now?” Shouyou asks, sensing the eye roll Kageyama gives him in return almost instantly, even with Kageyama’s back turned to him.
“I feel the same as always–you know I turned 18 months ago, right?” Kageyama says to him, turning in his direction and looking at Shouyou like he’s an idiot. And Shouyou is not an idiot.
Shouyou throws the pillow down, and his hands up, “I know that! You’re just moving into your first apartment alone, and you have a job!” Even if Shouyou is starting his own job soon, he still feels the need to mention it, even if it’s silly.
Kageyama gives him a weird look, “What, are you jealous?”
Shouyou groans. He looks up towards the ceiling. It would be a lie for him to say he’s not jealous that Kageyama’s already hurling towards playing professionally, but this isn’t what this conversation is about! Shouyou knows he’s jealous, but he also knows that there’s not much he can do right now to go pro right now . Instead, Shouyou’s working the hardest he can to catch up to Kageyama.
He knows that playing professional volleyball in the future is not a crazy dream–Shouyou knows he can attain it through time, perseverance, and training.
Yes, he’s jealous, but it’s not making him irrational. He’ll be by Kageyama’s side before he knows it. He’ll blow Kageyama out of the water and beat him. He just needs to, sadly, be a little patient.
“Yes,” Shouyou admits, “ but , that’s not what this is about! It’s about growing up, in general.”
Kageyama sighs.
Shouyou points his finger at him accusatively, “Stop being a pain about this! I ask you one harmless question and you act like I’m a crazy person.”
“You are a crazy person,” Kageyama mumbles under his breath.
“I heard you!”
Kageyama clicks his teeth, “I dunno? Does me feeling–or not feeling–like an adult matter?”
“Of course, I just have to make sure you’re good, man. This is a crazy transition, it’s scary to move away from home, I bet,” Shouyou tries to be reassuring.
“I’m not scared ,” Kageyama snaps.
Shouyou hurls a pillow at Kageyama. “Okay, sue me for worrying about a friend of mine!”
Kageyama grabs the pillow in midair and holds it up threateningly, approaching Shouyou to whack him with it. Shouyou holds his hands up to defend himself from the assault. Kageyama moves like he’s going to hit Shouyou straight across the face with all of his might, but stops just in time to just tap him with it, annoyingly. Shouyou snatches the pillow out of Kageyama’s grip and holds it in his lap, pouting.
“I’m not really worried,” Kageyama answers Shouyou’s questions genuinely, “... you seem worried, though.”
Shouyou’s heart pounds at Kageyama’s comment. It makes him feel cared for.
Shouyou chews his lip and admits, “I feel like life is passing by too quickly for me to catch up.”
Kageyama looks at him with concern and sits down on the bed beside him, the mattress creaking under his weight.
Shouyou hates this, he hates being put in a position that compels Kageyama to help him. Shouyou wants to fix his internal worries by himself. He never should have said anything.
Shouyou runs his hand through his shaggy hair and shrugs, avoiding eye contact with Kageyama, “Never mind…”
Kageyama pokes him in the bicep, “ You’re the one who’s always snapping at me to talk about what I’m thinking, and to not bottle up my feelings. You should follow your own advice.”
Shouyou drags a hand down his face, he supposes Kageyama is right (though he’ll never admit such a thing so plainly and out loud).
“I’m not saying that I won’t catch up to you and beat you,” Shouyou prefaces, “In volleyball, I’ll be fine, it’s just all of the other life stuff I’m worried about.”
Kageyama gives him a look that tells Shouyou to carry on, that he doesn’t quite understand what Shouyou’s saying yet.
“Like, I’m worried about taxes–”
“Taxes?” Kageyama cuts off, his eyebrow quirked up in confusion.
Shouyou glares at him, “Not just that! In general, I’m just going to have to grow up a lot and learn to do a lot, on top of volleyball. I’ve never properly grocery-shopped before—my mom does that—and I don’t cook very often, so I’ll need to learn good recipes that are cheap and can sustain my body. I’m bad at navigating the public transportation in Tokyo where everything is in Japanese, I can’t even imagine how lost I’ll be in Brazil where everything is in Portuguese.”
Kageyama pouts at him, looking awkward. Shouyou can tell by his expression that Kageyama’s currently racking his brain for something reassuring to say, it’s almost laughable. Shouyou will admit that at the very least, Kageyama’s awkwardness is endearing.
“I think you’re doing the best you can,” Kageyama finally says, face still screwed up into something awkward. “It’s good that you’re thinking about these things, and worried about them, because you won’t be surprised. I don’t know,” Kageyama shrugs, “you’re self aware, I think that’s good. Plus, you know what you need to improve on. You’ll figure out what stores are cheap close to you, you’ll find recipes online to follow and make, and you’ll find a routine. You’ve got this.”
Shouyou feels his face heating up in response to the unwavering support from Kageyama. Kageyama rarely lies, and if he does, he does it poorly and obviously. But that doesn’t mean he gives out compliments or reassurances so easily, especially to Shouyou.
Kageyama’s expression grows a little sheepish, “I think you’re going through life at the same speed as everyone, I still have to learn how to do things too–”
“ Kageyama-san isn’t perfect at everything? ” Shouyou cuts him off, speaking in a mocking voice.
“Obviously not! I’m still better than you, though!” Kageyama snaps.
Shouyou snorts in disbelief, “Yeah right.”
Kageyama humphs and crosses his arms, “Well, it’s good to think about those things, but don’t worry about it too much. You’ll cross those bridges when you get to them, or whatever.”
“What great wisdom.”
Kageyama swats at him, Shouyou dodges and swats back.
Before Kageyama can try and hit him again, Shouyou speaks up, “I guess you’re right, but I still can’t shake the feeling like I’m falling behind other people.”
Kageyama gives Shouyou a frustrated look, like Shouyou is being especially difficult.
“I just mean, I haven’t had my first kiss yet, I haven’t dated anyone before, I’m still like, uh, a virgin,” Shouyou admits with a huff. “Meanwhile, there’s Tanaka-san, who is already planning on proposing to Shimizu-san.” Though, they may be an outlier. “I feel too busy for that stuff,” not that Shouyou had any opportunities to date anyways, but he’s not going to admit that to Kageyama!
Kageyama pouts, “I haven’t done any of those things either.”
“You haven’t?!” Shouyou exclaims, accidentally with too much disbelief.
But after sitting with the thought of Kageyama being romantically involved with someone for a moment, it actually makes sense he hasn’t. Yes, Kageyama is handsome, tall, and surprisingly has a good sense of style, but he’s also extremely socially awkward.
The confirmation of Kageyama being as inexperienced as he is makes Shouyou feel slightly smug.
“Don’t look so happy about it!” Kageyama snaps at him, digging his fingers painfully into Shouyou’s skull.
Shouyou yelps in response and works to pry Kageyama’s hand away from him.
“You’re always so aggressive!” Shouyou complains, holding Kageyama’s wrist in a tight, bruising grip. Kageyama snatches his wrist back with a glare, Shouyou glares back instinctively.
“So you wanna do those types of things?” Shouyou asks before his brain can catch up with his mouth.
For as long as Shouyou has known Kageyama, there has been something nagging him in the back of his head that wondered how Kageyama would act in a relationship. Like, does Kageyama jerk off? Does Kageyama want to kiss someone? He never speaks about those types of things–romantic or sexual–so it’s left Shouyou to wonder.
Though, for some reason, those thoughts unsettle Shouyou. They make his stomach hurt, so he doesn’t ponder upon them for long.
But now, when Kageyama basically states his desire for those things plainly (getting upset at Shouyou for teasing him for his inexperience), Shouyou can’t do anything but ponder Kageyama’s sexuality.
Does Kageyama actually jerk off? The thought makes Shouyou’s cheeks feel hot.
Kageyama glances over at Shouyou, looking uncomfortable, “Yes, I guess I think about those things…” He answers with a glare, acting like Shouyou is asking stupid questions.
Shouyou thinks his curiosity is valid! Kageyama seems like the type of guy to get aroused by the smell of a new volleyball–it doesn’t hurt to check.
So Kageyama wants to have sex one day , Shouyou’s brain supplies. Shouyou wants to have sex too, preferably some time soon, since he’s only going to get busier and busier so the opportunities to have sex are going to get slimmer and slimmer. Plus, the chances of Shouyou getting good enough at Portuguese to flirt with someone well enough that they’re convinced to fall into bed with him seem slim to none.
Shouyou wants the experience, he wants to know what it feels like, he wants to know what the big deal is about.
Maybe Kageyama could help him out.
“Hey, I have an idea,” Shouyou says.
Kageyama looks at him in unbelieving suspicion. Sometimes, Shouyou truly believes Kageyama thinks he’s dumber than rocks. He should hit him for that one day.
But, because Shouyou is asking for a favor, instead he just smiles and says, “We should have sex.”
“What?”
“Just think about it–”
“--I don’t think I want to do that,” Kageyama cuts in, a sour expression on his flushed face.
Asshole, Shouyou thinks.
“It makes sense!” Shouyou argues, talking with his hands, “we can gain the experience! We’re friends, we can do it, see what all the fuss is about, and never do it again! No strings attached.”
Kageyama’s eyes dance around the room as he avoids eye-contact with Shouyou, “How far would you… wanna go?”
Shouyou just about explodes.
He curls his hands into fists so he can concentrate his energy into that instead of jumping for joy.
He expected more dismissal–for Kageyama to dance around the subject until they both forgot about it. Or at least Shouyou expected Kageyama to not take him seriously–laugh at him for saying something so silly, and yell at him for slacking off when he could be doing chores for him like the nice friend Shouyou is.
But instead, Kageyama is actually considering it.
“As far as you’re comfortable with!” Shouyou says quickly, the sentence bursting out of his mouth.
“I don’t know…” Kageyeama wavers, his eyes flickering with conflict.
“I think it would work well between the two of us,” Shouyou tries to argue, but not too much.
If Shouyou acts too eager to fuck Kageyama, Kageyama might get the wrong idea–like, that Shouyou likes him or wants to fuck him.
Well.
Well, okay, he does want to fuck Kageyama, but he doesn’t want to fuck Kageyama . Kageyama’s just the best choice, it’s convenient, and it’s important to make that distinction. Especially because Kageyama is Kageyama and Shouyou can’t be the one to make his head grow.
Like, objectively, Shouyou knows Kageyama is handsome. The girls like him, the guys like him, their teammates lament about Kageyama’s looks and the attention he gets from them. But Shouyou would never compliment Kageyama’s looks personally. No, instead–like a real friend–Shouyou calls him ugly (which he is sometimes! Like when he gets his photo taken).
Shouyou is always there for Kageyama to knock him down a peg–to make sure he doesn't get too satisfied with himself.
“Won’t things, I dunno, get weird?”
“Well, it wouldn’t get weird between us,” Shouyou says, dead serious.
Kageyama squints at Shouyou, not convinced by his certainty.
“Neither of us would let anything get in the way of volleyball,” Shouyou explains, “and as long as we have volleyball, everything will be great.”
Kageyama pouts his lips, a subconscious gesture, “You promise?”
Shouyou sticks his pinky out, “I promise.”
Kageyama huffs at the childish gesture but links their pinkies together anyways. 
“Sir, yes sir!” Shouyou salutes.
Kageyama rolls his eyes, annoyed, and gets back to filling up his closet with clothes.
“Chocolate or strawberry?” Kageyama asks, looking at the wide array of protein shakes available.
“Chocolate all the way, Strawberry tastes like butt.”
Kageyama looks at Shouyou like he just kicked a puppy. Uh oh, Shouyou must’ve done something to offend him.
“How do you know what ass tastes like, I thought you said you were a virgin?” Kageyama says, way too loudly.
Shouyou almost face-palms in the middle of the 7-11. Of course Kageyama managed to misunderstand his simple statement.
“I’m just saying it tastes bad, I’ve never..,” he lowers his voice to a whisper (because they’re in public), “ eaten ass before .”
Kageyama frowns, “Strawberry protein shakes taste good, though.”
Shouyou scrunches his nose, “Nuh uh.”
Kageyama grabs two and puts them in his basket, “You’re having one with breakfast tomorrow and you’re going to like it,” he practically threatens.
“Oi!” Shouyou elbows him out of the way and grabs a chocolate protein shake instead, “you can’t force me!”
Kageyama elbows him back, “I’m just trying to save your tastebuds!”
“Protein shakes already taste gross enough, don’t try to make it worse!”
Kageyama gasps, offended. Shouyou thinks he may be the only person in the world who likes the taste of protein shakes, he’s a true meathead.
“You’re not going to accept free food?” Kageyama snaps at him, shoving Shouyou in the face.
Shouyou freezes, he squints at Kageyama quizzically, “You’re buying?”
“Yes..?” He says, sounding unsure.
Shouyou squints at him, not trusting this.
See, neither of them buy food or things for the other spontaneously. They buy the other food if they lose a bet, or promise to pay the other back soon. Shouyou’s sure that they don’t have any outstanding bets that need to be cashed in, nor does Kageyama owe him money.
Therefore, this act of goodness must be devious in some nature.
“What did you do?” Shouyou asks, accusatorily, “Why are you being nice to me?”
Kageyama’s hand flies out to grip him by the hair and press his fingers painfully into the crown of his head. Shouyou yelps at the contact and tries to pry his hand away.
“What, I can’t buy you a three dollar protein shake out of the goodness of my heart?” Tobio questions angrily.
“No!” Shouyou yelps, separating Kageyama’s hand from his skull. “There is no goodness in your heart–” Shouyou cuts himself off with a yell as Kageyama attempts to strangle him.
Shouyou ducks out of his reach and weaves in and out of the short aisles in an attempt to distance himself from the monster. It’s for no use though, because Kageyama corners him. Shouyou holds his hands up in a defensive position, ready to either chop him in the throat or tap him in the balls–whichever will cripple him the fastest.
Kageyama glares at him, and if Shouyou didn’t know him so well, he would’ve said his expression was scary. As Shouyou is no longer 15 and has grown out of being scared of Kageyama, he knows that he’s really just harmless. Kageyama is like a stray cat, he acts feral at first but if you give him some food (and some loving) and he turns passive.
“Just accept the gift, dumbass.” Kageyama grits out.
“It’s not my birthday..?” It is soonish, though.
“It’s not for your birthday.”
“Oh, okay. That’s good, because that’s a lousy gift.”
Kageyama throws his hands up, defeated, and walks away from Shouyou, looking officially too annoyed with Shouyou to keep up the conversation.
Well, whatever, Shouyou got a free (gross) protein shake from it, that counts as his win. Mentally, he adds a point to his tally.
They grab some more food for tonight’s dinner (and second dinner, they’re feeling ravenous) and tomorrow's breakfast.
Shouyou attempts to stay within his diet and grabs a salad, but he knows it won’t do anything to fill him up, so he also grabs a couple of chicken sandwiches, orange juice, and some salmon jerky.
Kageyama grabs more practical things, like some eggs, a small bag of rice (supposedly to hold Kageyama over until he makes a trip to a proper grocery store), a couple cartons of milk, lots of protein shakes, and even more protein bars.
Though, he does venture out and also grab some refrigerated meals (and even some instant ramen) too.
Shouyou squints at their assortment, hoping it’s enough food for the next 12 hours. He notices Kageyama also grabbed some cleaning supplies, just basic things that are better to have than to not. Though, Shouyou can’t help but think he’s only buying them right now because he thinks Shouyou will make a mess. Stupid Kageyama .
Kageyama senses his apprehension, “We can just walk over here again if we end up hungry,” he reassures. He’s right though, it’s only a block away from Kageyama’s new studio–the most convenient a convenience store can get.
“Yeah, okay,” Shouyou accepts, “we won’t starve.”
Kageyama nods, satisfied and moves to walk towards the register.
“Wait,” Shouyou hisses and grabs him by the sleeve, “we still need to buy the stuff.”
Kageyama looks at him, confused.
“Y’know… stuff .”
He still looks clueless.
Shouyou rolls his eyes and drags Kageyama to the back of the store, where they finally stand in front of the condoms and lube.
Shouyou gestures to the stuff . Kageyama’s cheeks turn a ruddy red.
“We still need this, right?” Shouyou asks, making sure that their plan to lose their virginities to each other is still on.
“Uh,” Kageyama scratches under his nose nervously, “yeah…”
Shouyou gulps, his hand shakes as he grabs a bottle of lube and tosses it in his basket. Then, he reaches to grab a gold and black box of condoms, but freezes at the sound of Kageyama’s scoff.
“What?” Shouyou practically snaps, on the defense and ready to fight Kageyama if necessary.
“You’re aware those say ‘large’ right?” Kageyama points at the condoms.
“Oi!” Shouyou snaps, hands curling up into fists, “I know how to read, and I’ll fit in these.” He picks up the box and shakes it, the condoms raddle from the inside.
Kageyama gives him a flat look, not believing him at all.
“I know my size better than you do…” Shouyou humphs.
Kageyama squints at him, and then shoots his hand out to the waistband of Shouyou’s pants. He grabs the edge of his pants and underwear and pulls, peering down the gap he created to look at Shouyou’s cock.
Shouyou squawks, and moves to cover himself, checking to make sure no one witnessed that
“What’s your problem, dude?!” Shouyou asks, scandalized. He cups himself over his pants to protect his dignity, just in case Tobio decides to look down his pants again.
“I’ve seen it before! In like, uh, the baths and stuff,” Kageyama tries to explain, his cheeks start to flush due to the embarrassment, “plus, I’m going to see it tonight anyways, that’s if you still plan to fuck me with it, though!” Kageyama rushes out, as if that comment will help him with the argument.
They stare at each other.
The air between them grows tense.
Shouyou’s mind begins to race.
First of all, they never explicitly agreed that Shouyou was going to fuck Kageyama. Of course that’s where Shouyou was hoping the night would lead to, but he would’ve been satisfied with them just exchanging handjobs or blowjobs. It was just a precaution to get condoms and lube, but he fully expected one of them to chicken out, or not push to go all the way.
But Kageyama’s brash comment implies that he’s been thinking about going all the way. Or more importantly, he’s been thinking about Shouyou fucking him, or at the very least he’s expecting it. Tonight.
Kageyama Tobio expects Hinata Shouyou to put his cock up his ass tonight. In a couple of hours.
Shouyou squats to the ground and covers his burning face with his hands. He groans into his palms. He peeks at his friend through the gaps of his fingers, “Dude…” is all he can muster to say.
Has Kageyama forgotten how people are supposed to act in public? His normal polite demeanor went out the window when he pulled Shouyou’s cock out and said something (too loudly) about getting fucked (by said cock) within a minute of each other.
Or is this just a rare Kageyama–a shiny Kageyama–who’s keyed up on the prospect of possible intercourse? This shiny Kageyama apparently loses the little social function he has, instead vying to say and do the most embarrassing things.
“Whatever, have your way, I’m buying these,” Kageyama grabs the normal-sized condoms, Shouyou notices that they’re Ribbed for Her Pleasure, “just in case.” Kageyama is obviously deciding to ignore his most recent comment about literally getting fucked, but Shouyou will not forget so easily.
Shouyou stands up and grabs a different box of Ribbed for Her Pleasure (large) condoms, he shakes them in Kageyama’s direction, “Oh? Would you rather me get these,” Shouyou keeps his voice low, “do you think if I wore this, it’ll feel better inside of you?”
Kageyema growls, looking visibly flustered with his tomato-red face and pinched brows. He shoves Shouyou’s shoulder roughly, Shouyou giggles and grabs another box.
“Or these,” he holds a box of Thin condoms, “or–” Shouyou cuts himself off with a laugh, “the Raw condoms,” he squints at the packaging, “what, it’ll feel like I’m inside of you raw?”
Kageyama’s hand shoots out to cover Shouyou’s mouth from babbling any more perverted things, “Stop!” Kageyama pleads, “No more talking! We’re leaving!” He demands, removing his hand and spinning on his heel towards the cashier.
Shouyou follows behind his friend, chuckling into his fist, satisfied with getting proper payback for Tobio’s own embarrassing comments.
He’s the one who was talking about Shouyou fucking him first, Shouyou was just rallying off of him.
Shouyou notices Kageyama’s ears burn red, he smiles smugly.
They keep quiet as they pay and bag up their stuff, only when they leave the 7-11 and the stuffy outside air hits their skin does Kageyama open his mouth to speak once more.
“I bet that you won’t fit into those condoms.”
Shouyou glares at him with puffed out cheeks, “I thought you were too embarrassed to talk about dirty things, Kageyama-kun…”
Kageyama waves his hand around in the air, gesturing annoyingly, “Whatever. No. I’m–ugh,” he scrubs his hand through his short (cute) hair, “I was never embarrassed!” He claims a huge, fat lie.
Shouyou hums, unconvinced, “Well, I bet that I fit in the bigger ones…” he squints and studies Kageyama’s expression–stiff and awkward. Shouyou decides to poke the bear, “And I’ll wear the bigger condoms while I,” Shouyou stutters for just a moment, “...fuck you.”
Kageyama stutters, and Shouyou watches in satisfaction as his face burns red again. It makes Shouyou’s own embarrassment for saying such a thing–for flirting with Kageyama so blatantly worth it.
Kageyama’s face scrunches up, the plastic bag he’s carrying crinkles as he tightens his fist.
“Oh, come on!” Shouyou goads, “I thought you weren’t embarrassed?”
“I’m not!” Kageyama rushes to defend, “It’s just… whatever. It’s nothing, yes, you’ll do that…”
Shouyou raises his eyebrows, wanting just a bit more from Kageyama, a more explicit statement.
Kageyama catches Shouyou’s stare from the corner of his eye, he lets up, “You’ll… fuck me.”
Shouyou brushes their shoulders together, “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Kageyama confirms, sounding a little more comfortable now, “I want you to.”
Shouyou smiles softly at him, he has a little pep in his step as he walks side-by-side with Kageyama. “I want to too,” Shouyou confesses, stomach fluttering, “I’m getting excited to, actually.”
Kageyama just hums in response. Shouyou quickly makes work to change the subject to volleyball. They chatter about that for the rest of the short walk to Kageyama’s apartment.
When they enter the property of Kageyama’s apartment complex and go up the stairs towards his room, the tension between them rises once more.
Shouyou has no idea when they’re going to officially, uh, start this thing. Does Shouyou have to act like they are in the movies and slam Kageyama against the wall when they finally enter his apartment, all because they couldn’t hold themselves back a moment longer?
Or is it the complete opposite? Where Shouyou has to stay a meter away from Kageyama at all times and not touch him until Kageyama gives him the green-light.
Either way, Shouyou feels himself shaking in his tennis shoes as Kageyama turns his key into the lock, steps into his apartment, and holds the door open for Shouyou.
He bites his tongue as they both slip off their shoes. But based on a glance at Kageyama’s expression–a little sheepish in addition to his typical pouted lips–he’s fighting something too.
Shouyou knows for certain that they’re both attracted to each other–or at least they both want to have sex with each other, so why fight it? Shouyou can be bold.
He opens his mouth to speak, but Kageyama beats him to it by once again reaching out and pulling the waistbands of Shouyou’s pants and underwear out so he can look down his pants… at his dick.
Shouyou drops the shopping bag filled with their groceries. It falls with a dull thud.
Shouyou inhales deeply. By reflex, he almost slaps Kageyama’s hands away, but he holds himself back. Instead, he flusters and stumbles backwards until his back is hitting the cool wood of Kageyama’s front door.
He throws his hands up, not knowing what to do with them, and holds his breath.
Kageyama looks down his pants at his soft dick unashamedly.
Shouyou would think it’s not a very good view, he’s soft, it’s too dark to really see anything, and his pubes are also getting in the way.
Ugh . Kageyama doesn’t even get a good view of my dick.
“Can’t you just use your words?” Shouyou asks anxiously, “Like, just tell me to show you it.”
Somehow, Kageyama’s bottom lip protrudes more. Shouyou feels a strange urge to lean up and kiss him. He disregards that thought and stands his ground, challenging Kageyama.
Kageyama sags a bit, relenting, “Fine,” he says, bratty. He releases the band of Shouyou’s pants and underwear, the elastic snapping back on his skin painfully, eliciting a hiss from Shouyou. “Show me your cock,” Kageyama says, so confident and vulgar.
Shouyou’s cheeks burn as he lowers his bottoms to mid-thigh. It leaves him even more exposed than he was before. Now, not just his cock is visible, but also the pale tops of his thighs. He can even feel the cold air on his asscheeks, which is a part of him that is luckily not in Kageyama’s line of sight as his backside is pressed against the door.
Kageyama inspects his cock thoughtfully.
Despite himself, Shouyou feels his lower stomach heating up, and his cock starts to rise in interest.
Not hard enough apparently, because Kageyama complains: “You’re still soft, get it hard!”
“Well, um,” What does Shouyou even say? ‘ Keep staring at it and I’ll get hard?’ Screw that. He doesn’t wanna start jerking off in front of Kageyama either, that seems just as humiliating. So instead Shouyou stays rooted into place in fear (something arguably worse than both of the other options).
“Do you want…” Kageyama trails off, he stares at Shouyou’s dick, looking constipated. That’s doing Shouyou no favors on getting hard.
But there is something about Kageyama’s expression that’s precious. He looks unsure and nervous, young and boyish, just as in over his head in the situation as Shouyou is. The knowledge that Shouyou is not alone in this–in his feelings–comforts him.
Shouyou should’ve known he’s not alone–he never has been since he partnered up with Kageyama.
Shouyou’s body relaxes, finally feeling slightly at ease about this situation. He reaches out and cups Kageyama’s soft cheek, forcing Kageyama to look him in the eyes. Kageyama visibly gulps.
“Do I want what?” Shouyou asks, wondering what Kageyama was trying to say.
“...Do you want me to touch you?” Kageyama asks softly, so quiet Shouyou almost couldn’t hear him.
Shouyou’s stomach flips and his heart picks up, beating rapidly in his chest in excitement.
Taking a page out of Kageyama’s book, instead of answering, he grabs one of Kageyama’s hands and trails it down until he’s reached his cock. The message is clear: Shouyou definitely wants Kageyama to touch him.
Shouyou almost lurches at the contact–his stomach surely does.
He attempts to steady his breathing as Kageyama wraps his hand around him. Kageyama’s hands are big, his fingers are long, and they’re warm against his (rapidly) hardening cock. He holds Shouyou in a loose fist and jerks him slightly, pulling Shouyou’s foreskin up and down with his motion.
Shouyou’s stomach tightens.
Kageyama shifts his grip on Shouyou’s cock so it’s more comfortable and he can jerk him more freely. Once comfortable, Kageyama’s strokes get faster and more uniform. Shouyou tries to hide how excited it’s making him.
Of course jerking his own cock feels good, but there’s something about someone else giving him this pleasure that has him on edge. His head is spinning, his stomach is bubbling and his thighs are shaking. He covers his mouth with the palm of his hand to hold back groans that threaten to spill out of his mouth.
It only takes a few moments of Kageyama’s hand on his cock for Shouyou to grow fully erect. He strokes him a few more times, watching how his foreskin moves over his cockhead. It leaves Shouyou completely hard, aching, flushed red, and dripping pre-cum.
“I’m hard…” Shouyou mumbles under the palm of his hand, stating the obvious.
Kageyama looks down at his cock in amazement, nodding. He squeezes Shouyou a few times for good measure, as if to check that it’s actually real. “Yes you are,” he replies, obviously.
Shouyou looks down at his cock and how Kageyama holds him.
For a moment, Shouyou forgot the whole reason why Kageyama was so eager to get his hands down Shouyou’s pants, and of course it was to win a bet. Kageyama only wanted to be right, oh how he overplayed his hand.
Shouyou stands there, half naked with his dick out in Kageyama’s shoebox apartment and thinks: who’s the stupid one now, Kageyama?
“Do you wanna see if the condom fits now?” Shouyou asks as Kageyama continues to wordlessly stare at his cock.
It is a mighty sight, in his opinion. Kageyama in no world has small hands, or small features in general, but his hand does look small in relation to Shouyou’s cock.
His cock is thick, long and heavy, so heavy that when Kageyama finally pulls his hand away it sags due to its weight.
Shouyou’s sure he’s got this bet in the bag. Feeling smug, he mentally gives himself another tally.
Kageyama looks at him challengingly, it's like he can read Shouyou’s thoughts. Suddenly, he lowers to the ground on his knees, kneeling in front of Shouyou and looking up at him through his thick eyelashes.
Shouyou gasps, with Kageyama down there on his knees, his face happens to be right there, level with his cock. Shouyou’s cock twitches in interest, does Kageyama want to suck his dick? Shouyou can’t even begin to imagine how wonderful that would feel–
Shouyou’s thoughts are unkindly cut off by the sound of Kageyama digging around in the plastic 7-11 bag where they have their groceries stored. He seems completely disinterested in the cock hanging out in front of his face. Shouyou grumbles unhappily.
Right. Kageyama just wants to win a bet.
He takes out the golden box of large condoms, opens it, pulls out a long strip of golden wrappers, and tears one off.
Shouyou licks his lips, “You wanna put it on me?”
Kageyama nods slightly, pressing on the condom and checking for punctures in the wrapper. Seemingly satisfied, he fumbles with it a bit and tears open the wrapper. He twists the latex in his hands, rotating it to examine it.
“It’s sticky…” He mumbles lightly.
“Yeah…” Shouyou sighs back, bracing himself for Kageyama to touch his cock again.
Kageyama glances up at him, unsure and nervous. Shouyou’s heart pangs, if Kageyama isn’t comfortable they can stop–
But instead, amazingly, Kageyama puts the tip of the unrolled condom against his lips and bends forward until he’s lined up with Shouyou’s cock.
Shouyou inhales sharply.
Kageyama’s eyes shine with mischief as he closes his lips around Shouyou’s cock, rolling the condom down with his mouth. The further he sinks down on Shouyou’s length, the more area the condom covers.
Shouyou’s thighs tremble at the feeling of hot, wet, heat surrounding him. It’s so much better than a dry handjob, even when Kageyama’s mouth is closing around him tentatively like this.
“Dude,” Shouyou says in amazement, voice shaking slightly.
Kageyama sucks more cock into his mouth.
Shouyou’s whole body burns, he trembles and curls his hands into fists, trying to hold himself back from something.
Kageyama seems to hit his limit on how far he can swallow Shouyou’s cock into his mouth, so he uses his hands to roll the condom down the rest of his shaft. Kageyama pulls back and smacks his lips, admiring his work (and Shouyou’s cock).
“It fits,” Shouyou breathes, looking down at his cock that is shiny with (Kageyama’s) spit and lube. The condom hugs his cock perfectly–it’s not too tight, nor is it too loose. Like Cinderella’s foot in the glass slipper.
Kageyama hums, eyes glued to Shouyou’s heavy cock. Shouyou doubts that he’s even paying attention to his loss.
Shouyou brushes his hand over Kageyama’s soft, silky hair. Kageyama looks up at the contact, staring at Shouyou with dark, dilated, beady eyes.
“I win,” Shouyou restates, “it fits.”
Kageyama pouts but doesn’t argue any further, instead he puts his hands on Shouyou’s thighs and twirls his fingers around the sparse hair there, looking contemplative.
They both hang there, kind of tense, wondering if they should continue. Kageyama’s mouth has already been around Shouyou’s cock so it shouldn’t be too much of an ask to plead for him to continue, would it?
“Since I won, what’s my reward?” Shouyou asks cheekily.
Kageyama relaxes, familiar in the environment cushioned by their typical banter. He smiles slightly and wraps his fist around the base of Shouyou’s cock, stroking him. Shouyou trembles.
“I can finish the job,” Kageyama offers, which Shouyou is happy to hear.
“Please,” Shouyou whispers with a nod before Kageyama is once again fitting his lips around the head of Shouyou’s cock and sucking it into his mouth.
Shouyou hums at the pleasurable feeling of being surrounded by the wet heat of Kageyama’s mouth, especially when Kageyama sucks more into his mouth, and starts to bob his head up and down his cock.
Shouyou braces himself against Kageyama’s front door with a groan, his eyes roll back and his abs clench.
Jerking off all by himself is nothing like this . It’s a slow build to a quick fizzle of pleasure. It’s fine . He’d rather masturbate than to not, but he’d definitely have Kageyama suck his dick every time he was horny instead, if that was an option of course.
Kageyama’s not even doing all that much, he’s just keeping his mouth open and pliant as he fits it up and down Shouyou’s shaft. It’s enough to get Shouyou keyed up and close to falling over the edge, though. He strokes the rest of Shouyou with his hand, slow, steady, and addicting.
Shouyou groans, squirms, and struggles to not thrust his cock the rest of the way down Kageyama’s throat.
Shouyou’s inexperience starts to show, because suddenly he feels the telltale sign of his orgasm approaching by his gut tightening and heating up. He grabs Kageyama’s hair in a fist as his knees tremble.
Shouyou gasps loudly, “‘M close…” he warns, his thigh muscles tightening.
Kageyama keeps a steady pace, he moves his mouth up and down his cock in tandem with his fist that’s stroking his base. It's an all-consuming, overwhelming, toe-curling pleasure that has Shouyou bursting at the seams (and into the condom).
He curls over Kageyama with a pathetic moan as his cock twitches and spills inside of the condom. He shakes with the force of his orgasm, which pulses throughout him in comforting waves.
As his pleasure eases off, he lets go of Kageyama’s (soft, silky) hair and slumps against the door.
Kageyama pulls off his dick with a satisfied look on his face, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking as if he was the one who just won. Shouyou rolls his eyes.
Then, almost subconsciously, Kageyama rubs his jaw instead. He rubs it as if it’s aching, or in pain. He rubs it as if Shouyou had such a big cock that it hurt him to have his mouth open so wide for so long.
Shouyou’s eyes shine. He tries to keep it cool as he asks, “Your jaw hurts?”
Kageyama just shrugs, neither a yes or no, “I guess,” he affirms, “it’s whatever.” He starts to get up from the floor, to shake out his stiff legs.
“So you admit it!” Shouyou rushes out, “My dick is big!”
Kageyama scoffs and rolls his eyes.
“So big that it hurt your jaw to suck it! So big that it fit in the large condoms,” Shouyou continues to boast.
“Your dick isn’t big,” Kageyama protests weakly, obviously lying.
“Liar!” Shouyou snaps, “You can’t back-peddle now, you lost the bet fair and square. My dick fit in the large condom, it’s big!” He points at Kageyama accusingly.
Kageyama glares at him, “I only bet that you wouldn’t fit in them, that doesn’t mean it’s big!”
“It was implied!”
Kageyama’s nose scrunches up in anger, seemingly done with this stupid argument, he stops away from Shouyou. He grabs the bags of groceries that were left discarded on the ground and moves a few steps to his kitchen, setting them on the counter.
Shouyou stands there stupidly, dick out and softening, wrapped in a soiled condom.
“Come on, let’s eat,” Kageyama tells him gruffly, rummaging through the bags and pulling out their dinner.
Shouyou blinks at him, staying rooted in his spot. “You’re going to eat now? ” After he just had his mouth wrapped around Shouyou’s cock, Kageyama is going to switch gears so seamlessly?
“Yes, I’m hungry?” Kageyama says, sounding confused at Shouyou’s confusion, “Also, when are you not hungry, don’t you want to eat too?”
Shouyou grumbles, he shouldn’t have expected anything less from Kageyama. The guy is controlled by his stomach – if he’s too full he’s about as useful as a slug, if he’s too hungry he gets snappy and bitchy, but when his stomach is filled just right, he’s amazing.
Kageyama plays his best volleyball on a properly-filled stomach. He’s the most present and aware with it.
Kageyama is one to follow his instincts, so if his body is telling him he’s hungry, he’s going to eat.
Shouyou makes a face as he pulls the condom off of his cock. He does his best to tie it off and keep his cum contained, but it still spills over onto his fingers, getting them sticky and gross.
He walks over to Kageyama, the condom dangling in the air between his forefinger and thumb. “Where should I put this?” Kageyama doesn’t have a trash can yet.
Kageyama gives a flat look at the condom, “Gross,” he says. Shouyou bites his tongue and doesn’t mention that this was just in his mouth moments ago. “Just put it in here,” Kageyama comments, clearing out the 7-11 plastic bag and opening it up for Shouyou to fling the condom inside of it.
Shouyou washes the cum off of his hands in the kitchen sink as Kageyama digs into his dinner, not waiting up for Shouyou at all. He basically shoves an entire egg-salad sandwich in his mouth in one bite, washing it down with pomegranate vitamin water.
Shouyou scrunches his nose at the display. He tears open the plastic wrappings of his chicken sandwich, and feels unnerved by the chewing noises coming from Kageyama.
He takes a few bites of his sandwich, it doesn’t taste that good. Kageyama burps obnoxiously and opens an onigiri, practically eating that in one bite too.
Shouyou would warn him he could choke if he didn’t already know how well Kageyama could take him. He had Shouyou’s cock prodding against the back of his throat and he didn’t choke once.
He’s fully engrossed in eating, Shouyou shouldn’t expect anything less, but … this is different, isn’t it? They both just kind of had sex for the first time! That was the first time Shouyou had someone touch his dick, and he’s certain that was the first time Kageyama had a cock in his mouth.
Kageyama could live to not act like an emotionless robot for at least a minute!
“Why are you acting like that?” Shouyou asks, unable to stop himself. Kageyama did agree to a no-strings-attached kind of sexual relationship. Maybe he truly meant it so much that he has no emotional attachment to their act whatsoever.
Like he’s apathetic to it–he won’t feel any different with or without the sex.
Shouyou just offered no strings so they could come out the other end without their relationship in shambles. Shouyou still wants to play volleyball with Kageyama, he still wants their rivalry, their friendship, and their silly competitions. He wants to be able to have sex with Kageyama without shaking any of that up.
But that doesn’t mean he’s barring himself from being happy about getting his dick sucked–he feels like that is a normal human reaction! Kageyama should be feeling happy too!
Kageyama looks at him from the corner of his eye, “Like what?” He asks, with his mouth full.
“Like you didn’t just have my dick in your mouth!” Shouyou snaps, crossing his arms angrily.
Kageyama stops chewing, pink dusts on the apples of his cheeks. He swallows methodically, “ Technically, I had that,” he points at the gross, cum-filled condom, “in my mouth, not your dick.”
Shouyou gives him a flat look, “Are you stupid?”
Kageyama squirms in place, like he knows how flimsy that argument is.
“You cannot be serious,” Shouyou is flabbergasted, “and wrong anyways, your lips touched me while you were rolling the condom down my dick with your mouth… that was super hot by the way.”
Kageyama covers his blushing face with the palm of his hand, “Shut up, stupid.”
“Wow, I thought you were emotionless but it turns out you were actually just hiding your embarrassment.”
“I’m not embarrassed!” Kageyama snaps, looking flustered.
Shouyou pats his back, “It’s okay, Kageyama-kun. You know that was my first time too and you were very good at it, nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“Just eat your food, idiot,” Kageyama says after a moment, evading his eyes from Shouyou but not moving away from his touch.
Shouyou lets his hand linger against the warmth of Kageyama’s back as he watches his profile. Kageyama looks handsome as always, but he looks particularly cute now with blush tinting his cheeks. His lips are pouting too, making him look very kissable.
They haven’t kissed yet, and Shouyou’s not sure if it’s on the table. They spoke briefly about Shouyou fucking Kageyama, but not if they’re okay with kissing.
“You still want to do more after this?” Shouyou wonders outloud, aching for a kiss, and maybe something more.
Tobio raises his eyebrow at Shouyou curiously, he continues to chew. His bite seems too big to talk over.
Shouyou rests his chin in the palm of his hand, “Orrr, are you too scared now?” Shouyou watches Tobio’s expression go from curious to angry. “Now that you know how big my dick is, you must be too afraid to have it inside of you.”
Tobio gulps down his bite, “I’m not scared!” He pounds his fist down on the counter in anger, “We’re not finished, we’re going to have sex again!”
“Wow, Kageyama-kun you don’t have to beg for it…” Shouyou answers, coy.
Kageyama looks so angry, he practically growls as he launches himself at Shouyou. Tobio shoves him, pushing and pulling at Shouyou’s shirt with so much force he fears it’ll get torn.
“Wah!” Shouyou exclaims, grabbing Kageyama’s wrists and trying to lessen the potential damage, “Calm down! I’m joking, I’m joking!”
Kageyama slows down his assault, but he still levels Shouyou with a chilling glare. He holds their eye contact, forcing a shiver to go down Shouyou’s spine.
“...Sorry,” Shouyou mumbles.
At his apology, Kageyama instantly lets go of him and goes back to his food. Shouyou keeps a wary eye on him as he smooths the wrinkles out of his clothes. He bites his tongue to stop himself from making any more judgmental comments on Kageyama’s behalf. Even if he so badly wants to say something about his horrible personality.
But if he wants to get his dick wet, maybe he should play nice.
Kageyama eats the rest of his food like an animal, Shouyou swears he barely stops to chew (not like Shouyou is much different on a normal day when he’s not shaken up about having sex with Kageyama).
He crunches the plastic wrappings of his food once he finishes eating. Then, Kageyama washes down the last bits of his meal with the rest of his pomegranate Vitamin water.
“Ahh,” Kageyama says as he finishes his drink, slamming the empty bottle down on the counter.
Shouyou chews on a protein bar that makes his mouth feel dry as he watches Kageyama clean up. He accumulates all of their trash and puts it in the bag the condom is in, then turns to Shouyou.
“I’m going to shower and after that we’re having sex,” Kageyama tells him with the same amount of enthusiasm someone would tell you that the sky is blue.
Shouyou’s spine straightens as he stands upright as he almost spits out his protein bar. He blinks at Kageyama owlishly and swallows down his food (with a lot of difficulty, this bar doesn’t taste good).
“Does that sound good?” Kageyama asks him with a raise of his eyebrow and a hand on his hip.
Shouyou nods stupidly, “It sounds awesome,” he breathes, amazement leaking into his voice.
Kageyama nods softly, with a happy, satisfied look on his face. He turns on his heel and digs into his closest for a change of clothes.
Shouyou’s eyes never leave him. He walks from one side of his tiny, studio, shoebox apartment, to the other side.
Once he stands in front of the bathroom door, he speaks up, “Can you lay down a towel or a blanket? I don’t want to dirty the bedspread, we just changed it…” And with that, he gives one last unreadable look to Shouyou and shuts his bathroom door behind him.
Shouyou hears the door lock, the bathroom fan turn on, and the sound of water rushing out of the showerhead.
He stands there, gross, half-eaten protein bar in hand, as he stares at the bare bathroom door in amazement.