Explicit sexual content ((can i ever write iwaoi that isn't super fluffy, a lil smutty and vaguely angsty? the answer is no)) ((also you can consider this a sequel to this fic here if you want)) Word count: 2829
Oikawa Tooru opened his eyes to an empty bed. The late morning sun danced between the folds of the curtains, casting warm patches of light across the wrinkled sheets. His arms were still outstretched and his fingers still curled around a body that left… maybe several minutes ago. Iwaizumi’s scent lingered – sweat, body oils, a slight hint of his laundry detergent. Oikawa yawned and smelled his breath. Gross. He’d forgotten to brush his teeth last night. What was he so busy doing?
Tooru finger me yeah just like that god
Keep going it felt fuck it felt good be quiet and keep sucking me off god I’m gonna come Hajime I’m gonna come…!
Oh, right. The dull throbbing in his lower back made a lot more sense as his memory came back to him.
Oikawa sat up in bed and the cotton blanket crumpled around his bare waist. He stretched his arms above his head and popped out his back, capitalizing on the fact that Iwaizumi wasn’t around to lecture him about the dangers of arthritis and whatnot. It was all a myth anyway. He cracked his neck on the left side, then the right side, then the left again; rolled out his wrists and ankles; and bent all his knuckles until they sounded like firecrackers going off, one after the other. Lord, his back was tense. Maybe he’d ask Iwaizumi for another massage later.
As fluid drained out of his ears, the sound of running water grew more distinct. Dammit, Iwaizumi was taking a shower without him. Oikawa pouted even though no one was around to notice, seconds before yawning and wiping the dried mucus from his eyes. Part of him yearned to flop back against the mattress, curl up and wait for Iwaizumi to return to him with his damp skin, smelling like the pine shampoo Oikawa got him as a present a while ago – was it for his birthday? For Christmas? He’d have to buy him a new bottle soon, probably. But, as he remembered exactly where his hands had been last night and realized that he’d just run his fingers through his hair, Oikawa elected to get out of bed and make his way toward the bathroom.
His knee creaked in complaint, and Oikawa mildly registered it in the back of his mind. He’d just have to keep the brace on for a couple more weeks, no big deal. Iwaizumi could work on it once they were done fooling around in the shower. He didn’t see a need to put anything on other than a pair of boxers for modesty, just so his junk wasn’t hanging out as he was walking down the hallway.
Before Oikawa could reach the bathroom, though, a low humming emanated through the door. A subtle tenor, airy and familiar but somehow… alien.
“I can see every tear you cried, like an ocean in your eyes, all the pain and the scars have left you cold…”
Was Iwaizumi singing?
Oikawa froze, his hand falling from the doorknob. He bit his thumb and gazed at his bare feet. He needed to clip his toenails, but the thought fell on deaf ears. The only thing that could permeate his mind was the gentle roughness of Iwaizumi’s voice put to a melody. He wasn’t fit for the Broadway stage, by any means, but the emotion of his singing was overwhelming.
“I’ll be here, now, to hold you when the sky falls down… I will always, be the one to take your place! When the rain falls, I won’t let go! I’ll be right here…”
A chill ran down Oikawa’s spine. Standing in the hallway, his skin was starting to cool off after being under the warm covers all night. Hopping into the shower with Iwaizumi seemed like the greatest idea in the world, but how he would accomplish that was beyond him. He would have loved to follow the romantic comedy trope of slowly opening the door and joining in with a perfectly matched harmony, and then falling into the warm embrace of his tender lover… but Oikawa knew that he really couldn’t sing to save his life.
So Oikawa bolted into the bathroom and blurted out, “Hajime, your singing is amazing.”
To which Iwaizumi responded with a shriek of surprise. Oikawa couldn’t see him through the shower curtain, but from the sound of his vitriolic sputtering and eventual thudding and splashing, he could assume that Iwaizumi fell on his ass.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Oikawa, don’t just barge in like that when I’m – when I’m having some time to my damn self!” Iwaizumi barked, yanking back the curtain to look up at Oikawa with an angry glare. His fury didn’t come across, though, for Oikawa could only giggle at how red his cheeks had turned. He was redder than a strawberry. “Don’t laugh, okay, I’m not some fucking future idol who’s got a secret incredible talent for singing, and I certainly don’t want you going around blabbing about this to the entire team and begging me to sing for you–“ “Hajime.” Oikawa covered his mouth and tried to stop snickering, but all his efforts were futile. “I’m not laughing at your singing, dummy. I’m laughing at how embarrassed you’re getting.” Iwaizumi frowned. “Fuck off.” He tried to pull the curtain back over his face, but Oikawa beat him to it and held it in place. “Oikawa, I’m serious.” “Hi Serious, I’m Oikawa.” Another giggle burst from his lips. “Hajime, I liked it. I thought it was sweet.” “You’re not Oikawa, you’re a fucking dumbass,” Iwaizumi growled. He hugged his knees to his chest as the shower water beat down on his back. “I don’t care if you thought it was sweet. I wasn’t singing for you. I was just singing something that was stuck in my head and you started eavesdropping like a nosy piece of shit.” “Iwa, if you keep thinking so hard, you’re going to hurt something.” “I’ll hurt you, you cocky shit.” Finally, Iwaizumi let out a sigh of defeat and stood up, facing away from Oikawa. “If you want to come in, hurry it up. The cold air is getting in, and I was in the middle of washing my junk.” “You were singing while washing your junk?” Oikawa grinned and pulled off his boxers mere seconds after the proposition. “Make some room, your shower’s small.”
Iwaizumi always ran the water too hot for Oikawa’s tastes, but it gave him all the more reason to hug Iwaizumi from behind and bury his face into the back of his neck. He traced his hands over Iwaizumi’s chest and walked his fingers down his abdomen. He squeezed the bit of pudginess just above his hips and got an elbow to the pectoral as payback. “Ow, Hajime…!” Oikawa complained. “That hurt. That was right in my nipple.” “Good,” Iwaizumi grumbled. “Maybe that’ll teach you to stop intruding on my personal time and space.” “I’m soooorry. It was just so romantic. You don’t do romantic stuff like that usually and it was nice.” Iwaizumi didn’t respond for a moment and Oikawa paused his hands over his body. “Do you want me to do more romantic stuff?” “What?” Oikawa asked. “Like.” Iwaizumi clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Never mind. Stupid stuff.” “No, tell me.” “It’s dumb.” “I told you about how I thought bisexual meant always attracted to two people at a time when we were in junior high.” “This is a different kind of dumb.”
Iwaizumi shrugged Oikawa off of him and turned around to face him. His hand was warm on the back of Oikawa’s neck, catching the water dripping from the tail of his hair. “Are you, like. Am I not affectionate enough? Like a boyfriend should be? Because I get that sometimes it feels like we’re just friends who have sex with each other. And I get that’s probably not what you want from a relationship with me, so that’s why I want to know–“ “Hajime.” Oikawa leaned his forehead against Iwaizumi’s and pecked his lips. “It’d be really weird if you started acting like the perfect romantic boyfriend. You’d look dumb getting me flowers and a box of chocolates.” “Gee, thanks.” “I like you a lot better when you remember that you didn’t have to do anything special for me to fall stupidly in love with you,” he kissed Iwaizumi once quickly, and twice gently. The spray of the shower head was getting in his eyes and clinging to his eyelashes, but he didn’t remove his hands from Iwaizumi’s waist to wipe away the water. “So let me hammer it into your thick skull. If I wanted anything more from you than what you had to offer, then I’d leave. Plain and simple.” Iwaizumi averted his gaze and clenched his jaw. “That doesn’t really make me feel better.” “Oh my god.” Oikawa tightened his arms around Iwaizumi and tugged him into a hug. “And you’re the one always calling me dumb. I haven’t left since we were kids, so, why would I suddenly leave now?” He felt Iwaizumi’s fingers clutching onto his neck and shoulders and smiled. “My heart is yours, Iwa. Just because I’m way better at saying and doing romantic things than you doesn’t mean I don’t like it when you say or do romantic things.”
With a snort, Iwaizumi parted his lips and pressed them against the hollow behind Oikawa’s ear. His fingers traced the pimples and moles across Oikawa’s shoulders, and Oikawa slid his hands down Iwaizumi’s hips and played with the light curls of hair on his upper thighs. The hot water turned their skin pink, and out of the corner of his eye, Oikawa noticed that the bottle of pine shampoo was indeed running low. He made a mental note to buy some more as he pinched Iwaizumi’s butt hard enough for him to yelp. “Ow, why?” “Because your ass is nice, that’s why,” Oikawa replied. “Wash my hair for me.” “Brat.” Iwaizumi parted from him, reached down for the shampoo and squirted some into his cupped palm. “Don’t complain if some gets in your eyes.” “I know you’ll be careful.”
FILL: Team Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, E, Part 1/2
((can i ever write iwaoi that isn't super fluffy, a lil smutty and vaguely angsty? the answer is no))
((also you can consider this a sequel to this fic here if you want))
Word count: 2829
Oikawa Tooru opened his eyes to an empty bed. The late morning sun danced between the folds of the curtains, casting warm patches of light across the wrinkled sheets. His arms were still outstretched and his fingers still curled around a body that left… maybe several minutes ago. Iwaizumi’s scent lingered – sweat, body oils, a slight hint of his laundry detergent. Oikawa yawned and smelled his breath. Gross. He’d forgotten to brush his teeth last night. What was he so busy doing?
Tooru finger me yeah just like that god
Keep going it felt fuck it felt good be quiet and keep sucking me off god I’m gonna come Hajime I’m gonna come…!
Oh, right. The dull throbbing in his lower back made a lot more sense as his memory came back to him.
Oikawa sat up in bed and the cotton blanket crumpled around his bare waist. He stretched his arms above his head and popped out his back, capitalizing on the fact that Iwaizumi wasn’t around to lecture him about the dangers of arthritis and whatnot. It was all a myth anyway. He cracked his neck on the left side, then the right side, then the left again; rolled out his wrists and ankles; and bent all his knuckles until they sounded like firecrackers going off, one after the other. Lord, his back was tense. Maybe he’d ask Iwaizumi for another massage later.
As fluid drained out of his ears, the sound of running water grew more distinct. Dammit, Iwaizumi was taking a shower without him. Oikawa pouted even though no one was around to notice, seconds before yawning and wiping the dried mucus from his eyes. Part of him yearned to flop back against the mattress, curl up and wait for Iwaizumi to return to him with his damp skin, smelling like the pine shampoo Oikawa got him as a present a while ago – was it for his birthday? For Christmas? He’d have to buy him a new bottle soon, probably. But, as he remembered exactly where his hands had been last night and realized that he’d just run his fingers through his hair, Oikawa elected to get out of bed and make his way toward the bathroom.
His knee creaked in complaint, and Oikawa mildly registered it in the back of his mind. He’d just have to keep the brace on for a couple more weeks, no big deal. Iwaizumi could work on it once they were done fooling around in the shower. He didn’t see a need to put anything on other than a pair of boxers for modesty, just so his junk wasn’t hanging out as he was walking down the hallway.
Before Oikawa could reach the bathroom, though, a low humming emanated through the door. A subtle tenor, airy and familiar but somehow… alien.
“I can see every tear you cried, like an ocean in your eyes, all the pain and the scars have left you cold…”
Was Iwaizumi singing?
Oikawa froze, his hand falling from the doorknob. He bit his thumb and gazed at his bare feet. He needed to clip his toenails, but the thought fell on deaf ears. The only thing that could permeate his mind was the gentle roughness of Iwaizumi’s voice put to a melody. He wasn’t fit for the Broadway stage, by any means, but the emotion of his singing was overwhelming.
“I’ll be here, now, to hold you when the sky falls down… I will always, be the one to take your place! When the rain falls, I won’t let go! I’ll be right here…”
A chill ran down Oikawa’s spine. Standing in the hallway, his skin was starting to cool off after being under the warm covers all night. Hopping into the shower with Iwaizumi seemed like the greatest idea in the world, but how he would accomplish that was beyond him. He would have loved to follow the romantic comedy trope of slowly opening the door and joining in with a perfectly matched harmony, and then falling into the warm embrace of his tender lover… but Oikawa knew that he really couldn’t sing to save his life.
So Oikawa bolted into the bathroom and blurted out, “Hajime, your singing is amazing.”
To which Iwaizumi responded with a shriek of surprise. Oikawa couldn’t see him through the shower curtain, but from the sound of his vitriolic sputtering and eventual thudding and splashing, he could assume that Iwaizumi fell on his ass.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Oikawa, don’t just barge in like that when I’m – when I’m having some time to my damn self!” Iwaizumi barked, yanking back the curtain to look up at Oikawa with an angry glare. His fury didn’t come across, though, for Oikawa could only giggle at how red his cheeks had turned. He was redder than a strawberry. “Don’t laugh, okay, I’m not some fucking future idol who’s got a secret incredible talent for singing, and I certainly don’t want you going around blabbing about this to the entire team and begging me to sing for you–“
“Hajime.” Oikawa covered his mouth and tried to stop snickering, but all his efforts were futile. “I’m not laughing at your singing, dummy. I’m laughing at how embarrassed you’re getting.”
Iwaizumi frowned. “Fuck off.” He tried to pull the curtain back over his face, but Oikawa beat him to it and held it in place. “Oikawa, I’m serious.”
“Hi Serious, I’m Oikawa.” Another giggle burst from his lips. “Hajime, I liked it. I thought it was sweet.”
“You’re not Oikawa, you’re a fucking dumbass,” Iwaizumi growled. He hugged his knees to his chest as the shower water beat down on his back. “I don’t care if you thought it was sweet. I wasn’t singing for you. I was just singing something that was stuck in my head and you started eavesdropping like a nosy piece of shit.”
“Iwa, if you keep thinking so hard, you’re going to hurt something.”
“I’ll hurt you, you cocky shit.” Finally, Iwaizumi let out a sigh of defeat and stood up, facing away from Oikawa. “If you want to come in, hurry it up. The cold air is getting in, and I was in the middle of washing my junk.”
“You were singing while washing your junk?” Oikawa grinned and pulled off his boxers mere seconds after the proposition. “Make some room, your shower’s small.”
Iwaizumi always ran the water too hot for Oikawa’s tastes, but it gave him all the more reason to hug Iwaizumi from behind and bury his face into the back of his neck. He traced his hands over Iwaizumi’s chest and walked his fingers down his abdomen. He squeezed the bit of pudginess just above his hips and got an elbow to the pectoral as payback.
“Ow, Hajime…!” Oikawa complained. “That hurt. That was right in my nipple.”
“Good,” Iwaizumi grumbled. “Maybe that’ll teach you to stop intruding on my personal time and space.”
“I’m soooorry. It was just so romantic. You don’t do romantic stuff like that usually and it was nice.”
Iwaizumi didn’t respond for a moment and Oikawa paused his hands over his body. “Do you want me to do more romantic stuff?”
“What?” Oikawa asked.
“Like.” Iwaizumi clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Never mind. Stupid stuff.”
“No, tell me.”
“It’s dumb.”
“I told you about how I thought bisexual meant always attracted to two people at a time when we were in junior high.”
“This is a different kind of dumb.”
Iwaizumi shrugged Oikawa off of him and turned around to face him. His hand was warm on the back of Oikawa’s neck, catching the water dripping from the tail of his hair. “Are you, like. Am I not affectionate enough? Like a boyfriend should be? Because I get that sometimes it feels like we’re just friends who have sex with each other. And I get that’s probably not what you want from a relationship with me, so that’s why I want to know–“
“Hajime.” Oikawa leaned his forehead against Iwaizumi’s and pecked his lips. “It’d be really weird if you started acting like the perfect romantic boyfriend. You’d look dumb getting me flowers and a box of chocolates.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“I like you a lot better when you remember that you didn’t have to do anything special for me to fall stupidly in love with you,” he kissed Iwaizumi once quickly, and twice gently. The spray of the shower head was getting in his eyes and clinging to his eyelashes, but he didn’t remove his hands from Iwaizumi’s waist to wipe away the water. “So let me hammer it into your thick skull. If I wanted anything more from you than what you had to offer, then I’d leave. Plain and simple.”
Iwaizumi averted his gaze and clenched his jaw. “That doesn’t really make me feel better.”
“Oh my god.” Oikawa tightened his arms around Iwaizumi and tugged him into a hug. “And you’re the one always calling me dumb. I haven’t left since we were kids, so, why would I suddenly leave now?” He felt Iwaizumi’s fingers clutching onto his neck and shoulders and smiled. “My heart is yours, Iwa. Just because I’m way better at saying and doing romantic things than you doesn’t mean I don’t like it when you say or do romantic things.”
With a snort, Iwaizumi parted his lips and pressed them against the hollow behind Oikawa’s ear. His fingers traced the pimples and moles across Oikawa’s shoulders, and Oikawa slid his hands down Iwaizumi’s hips and played with the light curls of hair on his upper thighs. The hot water turned their skin pink, and out of the corner of his eye, Oikawa noticed that the bottle of pine shampoo was indeed running low. He made a mental note to buy some more as he pinched Iwaizumi’s butt hard enough for him to yelp.
“Ow, why?”
“Because your ass is nice, that’s why,” Oikawa replied. “Wash my hair for me.”
“Brat.” Iwaizumi parted from him, reached down for the shampoo and squirted some into his cupped palm. “Don’t complain if some gets in your eyes.”
“I know you’ll be careful.”