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With a deep sigh in exasperation, Shouyou dropped to the gym floor. Leaning back on his hands he dropped his head, shutting his eyes as he caught his breath. With the season about to start, the Black Jackals were hard at work and practices were becoming particularly gruelling. The gym was filled with a musky smell, sweat dotting along the floor as the team began to wind down. It was late, and even Shouyou was starting to feel his limit after a disastrous land following a spike. His leg hurt - burned in fact. And as much as it hurt, he was annoyed more than anything, eyes opening to follow Bokuto’s graceful jump to hit a beautifully set ball.

Shouyou pouted, stretching out his leg and folding the other next to it. He knew stopping was best, and hoped that using the end of practice to stretch may grace him with freedom to return to his spiking tomorrow. His eyes flicked over to the net once more, nearly whining as he watched his team continue without him. This better fucking work , he cursed under his breath.

“Sho!” a cheery voice called, tone carrying like smooth butter on a hot piece of toast. It almost annoyed him in the moment, already irritated with himself for his reckless misstep. “Ya’ ok? Can’t be good if yer sitting out.”

Shouyou looked up to meet Atsumu’s gaze, pout still hung on his face. He supposed it was a cause for concern considering there wasn’t much that could keep him from volleyball. It made sense he’d check to confirm his leg wasn't about to fall off.

“How can you ask if I’m ok when I’m clearly suffering,” Shouyou whined. “I wanna play but if I don’t rest this I’m worried I’ll be fucked tomorrow too.” Atsumu blinked, suppressing a smile. He understood the sentiment well, chest fluttering with some amount of endearment. He’d probably go stir-crazy without practice, and only assumed Shouyou must feel similar.

“Can I help in any way?” Atsumu offered, placing both his hands onto his hips. Shouyou’s pout dropped from its place, blinking a few times as he considered the offer.

“Could you help me stretch? It’d be a lot easier to get a good stretch in.”

With a raise of his eyebrows and a nod, Atsumu dropped his hands from his hips.

“Yeah, ‘course I can help.”

Atsumu flashed a quick smile, shifting as Shouyou dramatically laid back into the floor with a thwap to the ground. Atsumu chuckled, reaching down to shift Shouyou so his sore leg bent over his body, the other stretched out straight. Applying a little pressure, he used his other hand to hold down Shouyou’s opposite shoulder to the ground to create the added tension he’d be incapable of alone.

The redhead groaned, deep and guttural as Atsumu pushed down on his leg. His eyes were shut as he attempted to relax, the stretch of his aching, exhausted body sending a sense of pleasure through him. Maybe he’d been neglecting his cooldowns lately in favour of extra time; maybe he’d pushed too hard today. All that really mattered was that he felt good, and clearly his body was in need of a little R&R.

“That good?” Atsumu questioned.

“God yes,” Shouyou practically moaned, “feels so good.”

Atsumu let out a breathy laugh, the tone in Shouyou’s voice tingling throughout his body. He silently scolded himself, knowing full well he probably shouldn’t be letting his teammates pain relief become possible source material for his own. With an exhale, Atsumu shifted to release his pressure slowly, Shouyou sighing in a way Atsumu swore was lewd and not his twisted mind playing up the tone.

Moving to Shouyou’s side, Atsumu took the leg in question, bending it back so his leg was straight up but bent towards him. He held one hand behind the knee, the other on his calf to hold it in place before slowly pushing the leg back towards Shouyou. He flinched at the pain, leg kicking forward and nearly hitting the bleach blond in the crotch.

“Shit! Sorry!” Shouyou’s voice felt strained as he attempted to recover from the shot of pain that’d surged through him. “I didn’t- I didn’t kick you in the-”

“Nope, just missed me Sho,” Atsumu laughed dryly, letting out a sigh in relief. He still had Shouyou’s leg in hand, though it was stretched out, resting on Atsumu’s one raised leg as he kneeled beside the smaller man.

“Nearly took us both out of commission, sorry ‘bout that,” Shouyou mused, letting his body relax again. Shouyou made a motion to return his leg to its extended state, the movement causing Atsumu’s breath to hitch.

Shouyou paused.

“Are you-”

“Sorry, practice always gets me a bit worked up…adrenaline and all,” the blond cut in. He was quick to rectify the assumption, heartbeat pounding in his ears as he shifted away from Shouyou’s immediate reach. 

“Right…” Shouyou acknowledged, suddenly feeling the tension. Maybe he shouldn’t have commented, he thought. It wasn’t like he didn’t get a bit hard from the occasionally intense matches - it wasn’t that weird.

They both stayed there for a couple beats in silence, the sudden thickness to the air making their skin crawl. They both agreed the team was close, often sharing information a bit too freely between each other. Comments on their personal relaxation habits not being all that uncommon. Uncomfortable was not something they experienced, not often anyway. Not when you share ninety percent of your time together. And maybe that’s what made this so uncomfortable, as though they had just acknowledged the unspoken tension had been there between them all along.

With a sudden bang they both jolted from their tensed state. A spike slammed against the wall not far from them, jogging them to their senses. Atsumu felt as if the wind had been ripped from his lungs, the burning aching at the bottom of his throat from the way his heart hammered in his chest. Clearing his throat, he adjusted his hands.

“Ya’ want me to keep going?” he said hesitantly, “don’t wanna hurt ya’.” He met the redhead’s gaze, watching as dazzling reflective brown eyes curiously searched his own. Shouyou gave a nod, closing his eyes to settle back down again.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Sorry, just didn’t expect it to burn so bad.”

Atsumu slowly pushed forward, the slight tension causing Shouyou to wince, shuddering as he pulled back then pushed forward again to reapply the pressure. He must have been doing something right, because Shouyou let out another intoxicated noise, mouth parting as he hummed from the temporary respite. The redhead's eyes fluttered open to catch the way his voice made Atsumu’s pupils dilate, watching the way his teammate's throat bobbed as he swallowed thickly.

A fire lit and burned up Shouyou’s entire spine. The lust plastered over Atsumu’s face made his body squeeze as he watched hungry eyes attempt to avoid his gaze. Atsumu was trying hard, desperately, not to let the sound twist and churn the way it did inside him but fuck , this was hardly fair. Those sounds set his skin aflame, the prickle of his skin making every sound and touch accentuate. This felt like all too much suddenly, cock aching painfully since the moment Shouyou grazed his leg against it. The fear in that moment had washed over him, and now he just prayed he escaped this interaction alive.

Slowly straightening Shouyou’s leg, Atsumu made movements to push it straight up. His eyes locked with the redhead who watched him through lidded eyes. The slight glazed over look of vibrant brown shot directly to his cock. And for a moment, just a second, he swore Shouyou was feeling what he was - carnal need and desire. That look was enough to risk the fall out, pushing his body closer as he raised Shouyou’s leg to stretch it and letting his straightening cock brush against his leg.

Shouyou shuttered, letting out a soft groan.

“Is that really just from practice?” he breathed.

“Yer the one moaning from some stretching,” Atsumu shot, keeping his voice hushed as he slightly ground his hips into the touch. The motion made Shouyou’s mouth drop open.

“Hey! It feels good, alright!” Shouyou mumbled back defensively, and he swallowed as he felt Atsumu push into him with each administration of pressure to his leg. He suppressed a whine, suddenly aware of his own ache. Atsumu’s hand slowly slipped down his leg, fingers pushing past the edge of his shorts where they bunched near the base of his thigh.

“Ar’ ya wet for me, Sho?” Atsumu breathed, voice barely audible as he did his best to control his breathing. His chest was pounding so hard it felt as if his entire body was trembling, though it was quite possible he was trembling.

“Fuck, been since you started touching me…” Shouyou whispered, nodding a few times as his eyes flicked between Atsumu’s wandering hand and his hungry gaze. He knew the other well, deeply, after so much time spent together. It wasn’t hard to meet the slight panic, concern even, behind those hungry fox eyes. What they both were doing was risky, both from a physical standpoint, as well as a boundary one. They didn’t want to cross a line, they were both searching for the confirmation they’d create a new one. “‘Tsumu,” he beckoned, though he wasn’t quite sure what for.

“Sho,” Atsumu parrotted. His hand slowly slipped under the fabric, two fingers brushing over damp fabric that laid between him and Shouyou’s core. The taller man felt as if he’d been punched, the proof of Shouyou’s arousal ripping right through him. He was fighting a losing battle, his hips grinding helplessly into the leg he held high. Shouyou let out another moan, breath shaking as he tried to suppress it as talented setter fingers pushed against him in perfect circular motions.

“‘Tsumu please,” he whined softly, the slight added pressure causing his body to tense as pleasure washed itself over his entire body. The bang of a spike in the distance made him jolt, looking past Atsumu to see the rest of their team on the other side of the gym, thoroughly oblivious as they played on. The realisation set in of their current predicament, and maybe, maybe , he should have stopped it there. But the way Atsumu’s fingers rubbed skillfully against his aching clit made any possible oncoming lecture a far distant worry. He felt as if his body was floating, the pleasure ripping through him with each perfectly timed pressure. 

Atsumu shifted them, easing Shouyou’s leg down so his foot laid flat on the ground, bent upwards. Using his free hand, Atsumu grabbed Shouyou at the hip and pulled him towards him, the stretch to his leg pulling a gentle, relieving gasp from his lips. His leg was between Atsumu’s now, who was on both his knees, cock dragging against the front of his leg as his other hand rested at the base of his thigh so fingers could tease at Shouyou’s clothed heat.
Shouyou shuddered as he heard Atsumu whine, the sudden feeling of warmth on his leg causing his breath to hitch.

“S-Sorry I can get a bit…” Atsumu trailed off as he saw the pre dripping from his shorts smear against Shouyou’s leg. “Can’t help it,” he put it plainly. The sensation of the drip down his leg felt so hot it could burn, skin pink with heat as moans slipped past his attempt to contain himself. He was overwhelmed by the perfect hands of his gorgeous teammate getting him off in the middle of their gym, grinding his leaking cock against his leg. He felt as if he could cum, easily, any second.

“Shit, ‘Tsumu, I’m - I’m gonna-”

“Please Sho, fuck. Ya wanna cum for me? Right here?” he practically groaned, his fingers pushing at the sides of Shouyou’s boxers as they seeked out direct warmth. Shouyou nearly yelled, a high pitched sound leaving the back of his throat as calloused hands slid against his wet, needy clit. Shouyou let out a shaky breath, body starting to tense as Atsumu's thumb slid against the delicate nub, a finger dropping inside him. The warmth zipped through the blond, a sudden, desperate need for more than a finger inside the redhead causing him to push a bit deeper as his cock leaked helplessly against Shouyou’s leg.

Cursing under his breath, Atsumu hitched a hand under the bend of Shouyou’s leg, hoisting it up in one movement and crossing it over his stomach. His hand rested on the top of his knee, keeping the leg stretched up and giving Shouyou’s injury a delicious new wave of relief that made him groan. The raise of his leg caused his loose shorts to give Atsumu plenty of space, his hand easily still resting inside as he used the added freedom to fuck his fingers into him deeper. With a strained groan, his cock dragged against the curvature of Shouyou’s ass, barely containing his needy whine as his cock twitched from the pleasure.

He needed more, was so fucking close now. His cock was rubbing and grinding against Shouyou’s perfect fucking legs, the friction already enough. But here was Shouyou; pliant, moaning, desperate as his fingers fucked him in broad daylight. His mind was laser-focused, he wasn’t even sure if he could stop himself if they were caught at this point. Shouyou was shaking, his body clamping down on his fingers and making his own dick leak. God he wanted that to be his cock - he needed that to his cock.

Slipping his fingers out, Shouyou whined softly, looking up with hooded, confused, and desperate eyes. Atsumu cursed under his breath, shifting as he used his hand to pull the baggy leg of Shouyou’s shorts up, thumb hooking into his underwear to pull them to the side. Shit, he cursed internally, dick throbbing as he leaned down. His body kept Shouyou’s leg up, pushing it against his chest as his newly freed hand shimmied himself out of his pants just enough.

Shouyou caught on, opening his mouth to… well, he wasn’t even sure. It’s not like he wanted him to stop , but was he really about to shove his dick in him now ? The head of Atsumu’s cock dragged against Shouyou’s wet dripping entrance, the feeling nearly completely thrusting them both over the edge. It was erotic, dangerous, down right debauchery . Shouyou’s eyes flicked across the gym again, the sight of his teammates in the distance as Atsumu pre-slicked across his clit that made him moan outwardly.

“Tsumu, gonna cum,” Shouyou barely managed, a curse falling from Atsumu’s mouth as he dragged his cock to Shouyou’s entrance.

“G’boy,” he sighed, slowly sinking into Shouyou. It was clear not a moment after he began to enter the blindingly sensational heat did he realise this was all too much. The thumb of his hand holding Shouyou’s boxers to the side glid over the redhead’s glistening clit and that was it. Shouyou’s orgasm hit him in an instant, his walls tightening on Atsumu before he’d even pushed in fully. The feeling was blinding, Atsumu swore his vision went black as his hips snapped forward and he was cumming. His body went rigid, shuttering as he held his breath to avoid letting out a wail of a moan that surely would alert everyone.

Shouyou had reached up and shoved a hand into blond hair and gripped hard . His body shuddered, squeezed, writhed as he rode out his orgasm with his teammate shoved deep inside him on the court they often played. Atsumu rolled his hips a few times, pushing deeper as he worked his load into Shouyou.

They stilled for a few moments, Atsumu finally releasing his breath with a sharp gasp. They both panted as quietly as possible, eyes wrenched shut as they willed their bodies to relax. Atsumu’s whole body twitched, still overwhelmed with the overstimulation of what had just happened. Slowly opening his eyes, his gaze raked over Shouyou’s flushed state. They caught each other's gaze for a moment before Shouyou’s face broke out into a small smile, the same reflecting on the blond seconds after. They both laughed softly, the ridiculousness of what they’d just done dawning on them.

Atsumu pulled out slowly, Shouyou letting out a sigh and shuttering from the loss. His body was sensitive, and the way his skin prickled as sweat dried was starting to make him feel disgusting. A shower was definitely needed, and soon.

“Sorry ‘bout the mess, Sho,” Atsumu said sheepishly, slowly pulling both their clothes back into place and letting Shouyou’s leg down from where it’d been held. Shouyou simply chuckled, shaking his head.

“S’ok, I needed a shower anyway,” he beamed, slowly sitting up in place. He gazed past Atsumu to where the others seemed to be finishing off their match. “They either had no idea, or decided to ignore us.”

Atsumu turned to look briefly before letting out a snort.

“Ya’ really think Bo would let us get away with that?” he teased, offering a hand to help Shouyou up and off the floor, standing to their feet together. Shouyou snickered.

“Guess you’re right,” he smiled sweetly. Reaching behind him, Shouyou caught his foot in his hand, stretching out his leg again before dropping it. He blinked a few times, mouth dropping down in amazement. “Holyshit I think…I think you fixed it?” he laughed, dumbfounded. Atsumu raised an eyebrow and then smirked.

“Guess my dick has healing juice, huh?” he teased, getting a well earned smack of Shouyou as the redhead rolled his eyes. Atsumu laughed cooly, leaning into the redhead as he linked an arm around his. It wasn’t unusual for any of them to be touchy with each other, but it felt different this time. Special.

“Cm’on let’s go shower you horny idiot.”

“You know I think I heard Bokuto mention something about ya moaning during stretching once…” Atsumu mused, walking towards the locker room. Shouyou flushed, mouth dropping dramatically as he looked up, practically begging for confirmation that his comment had been a joke.

“No, you’re joking right?” Shouyou stuttered, “that’s not why he won’t help me anymore - right?”

Atsumu’s face scrunched as he attempted to keep himself from laughing, and failing as he let out a howl of a laugh.

They weren’t sure how they’d gotten away with it, but they’d laugh about it for years. Talk about how they wish they had the courage to do it again. The sheer adrenaline had motivated them, burned through them. A breaking point for a line that was no longer needed.

And the thing that started a flame that would burn for a lifetime.