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Kageyama vows never to let it happen again, the first time he and Hinata wake up together with the worst headaches and the queasiest stomachs they've probably ever had. It's not like it's something they'll do again anytime soon, he tells himself, the reason it happened in the first place is a complete fluke and he doesn't think Hinata's up for it after puking all over his bedroom floor.
And yet, here they are, sitting cross-legged on Hinata's floor facing each other, a bottle of Hinata's parents' wine between them. Kageyama could kick himself for being tricked into this, falling for the bright-eyed wheedling of “pleeeeease, Kageyama, my parents and Natsu are away and I'm going to be so lonely” (Kageyama hates that he can't make himself resist).
“I just want to taste it,” Hinata had said, excited, seemingly forgetting about their last run-in with alcohol.
Hinata's cheeks are looking red by now, eyes a little too bright, and Kageyama has to force himself to look away when he stands up and grabs the bottle. He's feeling too hot himself, and he's not letting it get any further because he, at least, remembers what a pain it is to take care of Hinata when he's trying to unload his lunch everywhere.
“Kageyama's no fun,” Hinata huffs, planting his hands on the floor between his legs.
Kageyama shrugs and sets the bottle away. “It tastes like shit anyway, and I'm not going to be the one to take care of you again when you can't even walk in a straight line.”
He's pouting, his mouth is too red and his cheeks are too flushed and the room is too hot and Kageyama knew this was a bad idea, a horrible idea, because he vaguely can remember the feeling of Hinata close to him the last time this had happened. He tells himself it's okay, he was in control last time, and this is just a fraction of that, so they'll be fine.
This theory all hinges on Hinata, though. Hinata, who is pushing himself to his feet, stumbling forward, and launching himself at Kageyama.
Kageyama freezes when Hinata's arms tighten around him and he buries his face into Kageyama's chest. He's whining, but Kageyama has no idea at all what he's saying, stuck in place by the feel of Hinata's breaths puffing through his shirt, making his chest warmer than it is already, both inside and out. This is not good at all, he's too close, muttering something about how he's bored and Kageyama wants to shove him off.
But he can't. He can't bring himself to push at Hinata, because he feels nice, soft and warm against him, more pliant than usual, and then Hinata's looking up at him, and Kageyama swallows a lump in his throat. He watches Hinata's eyes flick to his Adam's apple, and Kageyama feels too conscious of Hinata's heartbeat against his chest.
“Is it hot in here, or is it just you?” Hinata says, straight-faced, blinking up at Kageyama, and Kageyama feels the heat rise to his face as the shorter boy starts laughing, too loud in the small room. He buries his face in Kageyama's shirt, snorting, shoulders shaking, and Kageyama thinks right now, at this moment, he could murder Hinata. He shoves at his shoulders, halfheartedly, Hinata's arms still around him.
When he looks up again, Kageyama scowls down at him, although he feels like his face isn't working properly because he can't muster the look he usually does. “Kageyama,” Hinata's saying, and his voice sounds quiet, conspiratory, like he's trying to keep a secret from exactly nobody else who is in the room. “Kageyama.”
“What? Don't just keep repeating my name if you have something to say.” Kageyama hates (loves) listening to the way his name falls from Hinata's lips. He needs to not think about Hinata's lips. They are right there, and if Kageyama bends down just enough, he could touch them-
Kageyama shakes his head, like he's trying to rid himself of whatever ridiculous thought the wine is putting into his head, and reaches down to try and peel Hinata off of him. The shorter boy isn't having any of it, clinging tighter, if possible, arms an iron grip around Kageyama's middle. He's mumbling again, and Kageyama sighs and pulls his head back by his hair in order to hear him.
“'m not going to puke again,” Hinata says, triumphant, proof that he does indeed recall last time, the fun morning of waking up tasting vomit and alcohol. He releases Kageyama, finally, and straightens up, although he does wobble a bit on his feet. Hinata is surprisingly clumsy for someone who is so adept on the court.
“Yeah, okay, but you're not having any more.” Kageyama slides back down to sit on the floor, stretching his legs out in front, and Hinata sits down across from him. He stares intently, too intently, like he's trying really hard to focus while his mind wants to wander elsewhere. It's a very Hinata thing to do.
“Kageyama,” he says, finally, and his head tilts to the side. Kageyama looks up; he's been staring at his hands on his lap and hadn't even realized it. “Have you ever kissed anyone?”
This is dangerous territory, Kageyama knows, because this is exactly the kind of thing Hinata would do, ask some stupid innocent question and Kageyama's hands fist in the fabric of his pants and he frowns. He has never kissed anyone before, but he doesn't know if he should tell the truth or lie about it. Instead, he draws his knees up to his chest.
“You ask the stupidest questions,” he says, and his voice sounds thicker than he wants it to and he doesn't know if it's the wine or nervousness.
“It's not a stupid question! It's a genuine question. I've been thinking about it lately, kind of. I can't really picture anyone kissing you, you're so tall and scary and you look like you'd bite someone's head off if they even tried to get close enough to do that...” He trails off, and Kageyama watches him, watches the color rise to his cheeks more than it already is, darken, and he both wants to and doesn't want to know what Hinata's imagining.
“Kageyama,” he says again. And then he's hopping up, quicker than Kageyama's mind can register, grabbing the wine bottle, and taking a gulp.
Kageyama's on his feet in an instant (or he tries to be, anyway) and snatching it away from Hinata, who's grinning at him. He opens his mouth, showing his pink tongue, demonstrating that he's already swallowed all of it and there's nothing Kageyama can do.
“It's not that bad after a while,” he says, rocking on his heels, and Kageyama glares at him. And then suddenly Hinata's moving again, sliding forward, up into Kageyama's space, standing in front of him and he's got that stubborn look he gets when he's about to demand Kageyama toss for him.
“Let's kiss.”
Kageyama shakes his head, furiously. He doesn't even have the words to say no, they're stuck in his throat because everything in him is screaming yes, yes, yes, and he steps back.
“Stupid, that's not...I'm not going to...” Kageyama looks around, trying to see if there's anything that can get him out of this. “You can't just drink wine and then ask someone to kiss you.”
“Um, yeah, because I just did.” Hinata's cheeks are pinker, maybe, and he wiggles closer. That is definitely, definitely dangerous, Kageyama already feels like his nerves are on edge. “Kageyama.”
Kageyama keeps his mouth firmly shut.
“Kageyama.”
He's moving closer, Kageyama wants to move back but he's stuck, watching the way Hinata's hair curls around his face, over his forehead, the way his lips form his name.
“Tobio.”
Kageyama hasn't even realized his back has hit the wall when he slides down, stunned, butt hitting the floor and sending a jolt through his bones. He feels cold and hot all at once and his mouth is probably hanging open but his mind's trying to catch up with what's going on, Hinata staring down at him gleefully, plopping down on his legs too, too close, a solid weight on his thighs.
And then there's something soft against his mouth and Kageyama's eyes slide closed against his will.
It's probably a horrible kiss, their noses press together and it lasts a few seconds too long for just lips pressed against lips, but when Hinata pulls away, Kageyama's fuzzy mind tells him to follow. He doesn't, opening his eyes instead, watching Hinata look at him, like he's trying to figure something out.
“Hmm,” he says.
“Hmm what?” Kageyama's growling, trying to sound threatening, but he thinks his voice cracks on the 'what' and he presses his palms against the floor for support, or something.
“I think it's supposed to be better than that.” Hinata squirms in his lap, which is dangerous, too much contact with someone he likes more than he should, probably. Kageyama's about to open his mouth, to say no shit, Sherlock, when Hinata's leaning in again, his hands gripping Kageyama's cheeks and tilting and this time it's better, their noses only brush before their mouths align and Hinata hmms again, against his mouth, and Kageyama melts.
Hinata is so warm, it feels like the heat is seeping into him from where they're touching, and his chest is on fire. He wants to move his hands, to touch Hinata, too, but he can't, he is frozen but boneless at the same time, so he just allows his mouth to be manipulated, lets Hinata slide his too-warm lips against Kageyama's.
He pulls back again, and this time Kageyama does follow, a little. Hinata's smile is as radiant as ever, although it looks a little more dazed than usual.
“I've never kissed anyone before,” he says.
“Me neither,” Kageyama finds himself saying back.
“Now we have,” and Hinata's face is absolutely perfect, smiling at Kageyama like he's found the best thing in the world, like he's ridiculously proud of himself for something stupid, and Kageyama doesn't know what he's doing but they'd already kissed just now so doing it again won't be that much of a big deal, right? That's the only reasoning it takes for Kageyama to tip forward, again, and bump his lips against Hinata's.
Hinata's still for a minute, to the point where Kageyama thinks he's done something really, really wrong, but then he's met with an armful of Hinata, slumping against him, lips pliant against his own and moving, god, they're moving against his, and Kageyama does the same.
It's better than the first time and even the second time, and when Kageyama feels something warm and wet on his lips he jumps, clutching at Hinata's arm. It takes him a minute to realize Hinata is licking him, honest to god licking him, and normally that would seem completely gross and completely Hinata, but right now it's just unbearably hot, and his mouth slips open, just enough for Hinata's tongue to bump against his teeth. He's pulling back, laughing, pitch too high before Kageyama even registers what's happened.
“I can't believe you just let me lick you, Kageyama,” he's snorting, and the color high on his cheeks looks better than it should, realistically. “My germs are all over your mouth-”
Kageyama doesn't care if Hinata's germs are all over his mouth, and he tells him by gripping the sides of Hinata's face and yanking him in to lick at the smaller boy's lips, red now, a little chapped. It's retaliation, maybe, or maybe Kageyama just really wants to do what had felt so good back to Hinata; his mind feels sluggish and it's only after his tongue connects that he realizes shit, this is probably not the best thing to do.
Until Hinata moans.
This noise is completely and utterly foreign to Kageyama, and he jerks back, staring at Hinata's glossy eyes. Hinata looks a little startled himself, but not enough to be ashamed or anything; he looks confused, curious, and really, really kissable. Something is wrong with Kageyama.
“Do it again.” Something is wrong with Hinata, too.
It's the wine, Kageyama tells himself, it is making him act crazy, maybe this is why adults drink it, but he can't think about that for too long because he's leaning in again, dragging his tongue across Hinata's wet lips, can taste the wine on them. He would prefer if Hinata tasted like...well, Hinata, but he supposes this will do. His mind is getting fuzzy as Hinata's shoulders slump like he's sleepy, head going slack between Kageyama's palms, and the way he just lets Kageyama's tongue explore his lips is going straight down to a place Kageyama would rather not think about.
Suddenly, there are hands gripping his cheeks again, and Kageyama stops in surprise, only to have Hinata's tongue darting out, slipping actually, seriously inside his mouth and this time Kageyama can't not focus on the feeling of his pants getting tighter. There's warm breath mingling with his own, puffing against his mouth, and something warm and weird inside of it but it makes his stomach quiver.
It feels like too soon that Hinata's pulling back, and his if his lips were red before, they're even moreso now; there's a line of shiny drool slipping down the corner of his mouth and Kageyama wants to taste it, but he can't bring himself to do much of anything with Hinata's warm body weighing him down, pressing against him.
“That was pretty okay,” Hinata says, voice heavy, and at this Kageyama snorts.
“I guess.” He leans his head back against the wall. “Are you done now?”
Hinata hums and shifts closer, and that's the exact moment, together, that both of them notice. Kageyama had realized his pants felt tight, sure, it was to be expected, really, but when Hinata's crotch rubs against the tent in Kageyama's pants, both of them freeze.
Kageyama is the dumbest guy alive. Hinata is going to hate him, wine or no wine, this is gross, and he's about to shove Hinata off when there's something pressing down against him and his eyes slide closed against his will because it feels so good.
There's a breathy noise from somewhere in front of him, and Kageyama retains enough of his senses to slide his eyes open and see what's happening, what's going on with the delicious pressure grinding down against him. And there's Hinata, bright-eyed and hard in his own pants, doing his best to press down against Kageyama.
“What are you-” Kageyama tries to say, but the friction is seriously distracting. Hinata has the good sense to look briefly guilty, and he goes to stop, and Kageyama realizes that's not what he wants at all.
“I don't know,” Hinata's saying, starting to shuffle back. “Sorry, I just...”
Kageyama hate, hate, hates the look on Hinata's face, hates the cool air on his legs where Hinata's retrating, and without thinking his hands shoot out to grip Hinata's waist and slide him forward again.
“Dumbass,” he grunts, “I didn't say to stop,” and then Hinata grins, uncertainly, and shifts his hips down again. Kageyama hisses through his teeth and digs his fingers into Hinata's hips, wanting to tell him to do it harder but still embarrassed enough not to be able to find the words.
Hinata and Kageyama are always able to read each other easily enough, though, and Hinata fixes his eyes on Kageyama's as best he can as he grinds his hips down, tilting his head forward to press his forehead against Kageyama's and then, suddenly, he yelps.
“Kageyama!” he's gasping, his hips rolling. “Our foreheads touched!”
Kageyama's able to maintain enough of his senses to stare at Hinata. “What?”
“You're taller than I am, but like this,” he punctuates it by rocking his hips, “We're kinda similar, right?” Kageyama has no idea how he's able to be coherent and think of something stupidly mundane like that, let alone why he finds it so damn great. He just tips his head forward and presses his lips against Hinata's, successfully shutting him up. He doesn't know why he's never figured this out sooner.
They settle into an easy enough rhythm, rocking against each other, and Hinata's panting and red and looking dizzy by the time he lets out a yell and goes rigid. Kageyama's not even aware enough to realize what's happening until Hinata slumps against his shoulder, spent. Kageyama's still hard in his pants, though, and Hinata realizes it after a moment; he brings a shaky hand down and presses his palm against the bulge in Kageyama's pants, determined, until Kageyama's rutting up and groaning into his ear with his own release.
The room is hot, and so is Hinata; he's heavier than he looks when he's a dead weight against Kageyama's chest and shoulder. Hinata's hair is tickling the taller boy's chin; it's as soft as Kageyama always thinks it is, and he absently brings one hand up to comb his fingers through Hinata's hair. There's a responding hum of contentment, and then silence.
Kageyama jolts up a minute later, realizing he's nearly falling asleep against the wall in his living room and someone kill him if Hinata's mother comes home to find them like this, tipsy, sweaty, in this sort of weird position. What if she thinks Kageyama's defiled her son? He shakes Hinata, who groans against his shoulder.
“Five more minutes,” he mumbles, nuzzling his cheek against Kageyama's neck, and Kageyama's cheeks heat up. Hinata's still drunk, so it's not like it means anything. He's not cute. He's just...out of it.
That's what Kageyama repeats to himself as he hauls Hinata up from the floor, slipping an arm around his shoulders.
“This is the second time I've had to do this for you,” Kageyama mutters, Hinata leaning heavily into his side. “You're never allowed to drink anything again.”
“It makes you cute.” Hinata's voice is muffled, his head tipped down, and he sounds like he's already half asleep, which definitely is the explanation for what he's said. Kageyama is ignoring it, he's ignoring it, he's cracking open the door to Hinata's room and dragging him inside. He pushes him, unceremoniously, onto his bed.
Hinata blinks up at him, eyes half-lidded, looking like he's about ready to pass out. “Kageyama,” he says, voice fuzzy with sleep.
Kageyama looks down at him, spread against his bedsheets, and has to look away before his heart skips again. “What?”
“Sleep with me.” Hinata lifts his arms up towards Kageyama, waving his hands to call him down onto the bed. “Come on.”
“Dumbass, it's not like I was going to sleep on the floor.” Kageyama sits down on the bed next to Hinata before Hinata's sitting up and dragging him back, down in his arms, wrapping his legs around Kageyama. As much as Kageyama squirms and struggles, Hinata's clearly not letting go, and if the soft snorting noises are anything to go by, he's already asleep.
Kageyama really ought to kill him for this. He probably will in the morning, if either of them remember this or can face each other and Hinata isn't absolutely disgusted that he's had his tongue all over Kageyama's mouth and his hips pressed down against him and Kageyama smashes his face into the pillow next to Hinata before his fuzzy brain gets any further along there and he ends up with another issue.
He'll deal with it later.
Xxx
They do deal with it later, in the morning, when Hinata wakes up, cheeks red from sleep and hair pressed in weird angles. Kageyama's already awake, wondering how he's going to extract himself from Hinata's vice grip, legs still tangled around his own. They stare at each other before Hinata smiles sheepishly at him.
“Hey,” he says, but he's still not letting go. “Good morning.”
“Morning.” Kageyama has never been a morning person, but this wouldn't be so bad if it were a regular thing and not the results of a weird, wine-induced coma.
“Not good morning? It's...a good morning for me,” Hinata's looking pointedly at the wall next to them, head turned away, ears red, and then Kageyama can't help it, his chest feels tight and he's leaning forward and nudging Hinata with his nose because that dumbass still hasn't released his arms enough (and it's not like Kageyama is going to fight that).
Hinata turns, startled, and then their lips press together, quick. They stare again, one second, two seconds, and then Hinata's grinning like the sun and practically trying to roll across the bed without letting go of Kageyama. He gets him to settle down before they hit the floor and then they lie there, Hinata babbling about how you've seriously gotta brush your teeth, Kageyama and Kageyama tells him his mouth isn't much better, and it's so easy that Kageyama really wonders why it took some shitty cheap wine to get them here.
He'll have to make sure that it's different, next time. Because the way Hinata side-eyes him when they change their clothes, while they slide their shirts off on opposite sides of the room, leaves no doubt that there definitely will be a next time. Maybe minus the wine.