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“I’m bored.” Noya hears Ryuu whine from his place on the bedroom floor and he rolls his eyes. Noya is propped against some pillows on his bed trying to pretend that he hasn’t lost interest in the manga that he holds in his hands. Tossing the volume to the side he crawls to the edge of his bed and peers over the side to look at his best friend. Ryuu is lying on his back with one arm dramatically thrown over his eyes as he continues to lament his lack of suitable entertainment.
“Wanna go see a movie or something?” Noya offers, he can’t really think of anything he wants to do but he does agree with Ryuu; this afternoon is absolutely yawn inducing.
Ryuu growls and abruptly sits up, “Boring! Everything is so fucking boring! It’s always the same thing - movies, video games, manga. I want to do something different.”
Noya’s mouth twists into a frown as he wracks his brain for something out of the ordinary that they could venture into but he comes up with nothing good.
“Prank calls?” he suggests without any true investment.
“What are we, twelve?” Ryuu questions incredulous, one eyebrow raised.
The smaller teen grits his teeth and resists the very intense urge to punch his friend in the face.
“I don’t hear you coming up with anything, you useless pain in the ass.”
Ryuu scratches at the short hair on his head and Noya can practically see the tiny little hamster wheel turning in his head as he wracks his brain for something to do. Noya is just about to give up on whatever the other boy is going to say and turn back to the manga he was reading when the other boy shouts, “Truth or dare!”
“What are we, twelve?” Noya shoots back the same question that Ryuu had thrown at him not two minutes earlier.
“Come on, dude. This could actually be fun! Look, I’ll even let you start.” the taller boy says and then he waits with an expectant look on his face, hands folded in his lap.
Honey gold eyes narrow because seriously this is the stupidest thing ever but he asks, “Fine, truth or dare?”
“Truth.” Ryuu shouts back instantly and Noya thinks that it’s pretty weak of him to choose that option first considering he was the one to suggest this in the first place so Noya puts some thought into his question to punish the other boy.
“Okay, have you ever had a sex dream about anyone on the team?” he asks with a wicked smirk on his face.
Ryuu’s face darkens with a blush in reaction to the question and Noya has to hold back a laugh. Ryuu should have known better than to think he would be able to get away easily if he chose truth.
“Fuck you, dude!” Ryuu yells and throws a pillow in Noya’s general direction but it’s futile, the limber libero easily dodges the projectile. If the other boy’s reaction is any indication the answer to the question is obviously yes.
“Come on, Ryuu! Spill it!”
“Ugh, fine. Yes!” the short haired boy admits.
“Well, who?” Noya prompts. He has no intention of letting Ryuu get away with just the admission - now he wants the details.
“Why did I think this was a good idea?” Ryuu laments out loud before he whispers, “S-suga-san.”
Noya nearly chokes then starts to laugh uncontrollably. “S-seriously? Suga-mama? Man, you better not let Dadchi find out or he might actually kill you.”
Ryuu grumbles something that Noya can’t make out before he says, “Whatever, runt. Now it’s your turn. Truth or dare?”
“Truth.” Noya answers confidently. It doesn’t matter what Ryuu could come up with to ask because Noya has next to no shame.
“Okay, is there anyone on the team that you would have sex with?” Ryuu asks and Noya almost feels pity for the other boy - almost - because that question is so weak.
“Yeah, I totally want Asahi-san.” Noya replies, blase. It is common knowledge that Noya has the world’s biggest boner for the older boy.
Ryuu chuckles at the answer, “Oh, yeah. I totally forgot about that. Damn, that was such a waste of a turn! Oh well, you’re up.”
He really wants to just call this whole thing a wash but it is helping to pass some time so Noya figures he can manage to play along for a little while longer.
“Truth or Dare?”
“Dare.” Ryuu says and there is definitely a challenge in that single word and Noya just cannot allow him to get away with that.
“I dare you to run around the block in your underwear.” Noya dares without skipping a beat.
He can see the muscle in Ryuu’s jaw jump and he he can tell the other boy is biting back a protest. Without saying a word Ryuu stands up and defiantly starts to strip down to just his boxer-briefs. Noya tilts his head to the side because he may be carrying a torch for Asahi-san but that doesn’t’t mean he can’t appreciate the view that Ryuu is giving him.
“Just so you know, I hate you.” the taller boy says before he leaves the room and Noya can hear his heavy footsteps going down the stairs.
Noya stumbles after him because he has to see this happen and he makes it to his front door just as Ryuu takes off around the corner. He stands there slack-jawed because the idiot actually did it. Ryuu is so stupid, if he had just refused to do it Noya would have made fun of him a bit but it wouldn’t’t have been a big deal.
About a minute later Ryuu is coming around the corner again, his entire body is lit with a flush from his head to his toes. Noya starts laughing and before he can even ask Ryuu says, “I don’t think I will be able to look your little old neighbor lady in the eye ever again.”
Noya follows the other boy up the stairs making a poor, half-hearted attempt to stifle his snickering. Ryuu started to roughly pull his clothes back on and asks Noya to decide between truth or dare.
“Dare, obviously.”
“I was hoping you would say that.” the other boy says, his voice a dangerous rumble.
Noya feels his first spark of anxious anticipation light his nerves. He can’t imagine what Ryuu might come up with that would top what Noya just made him do.
“I dare you to send a nude to Asahi-san.”
The smaller boy hears himself squeak before he can silence himself. He can imagine how pale he must look because he feels cold, he isn’t sure his blood is even circulating anymore. Ryuu really ramped this game up ten notches very quickly.
He shakes off his initial shock and straightens his spine, “Tch, fine. Maybe it will finally get that big lug’s ass in gear.”
He hears Ryuu grunt in response and turns to see the other boy standing with his arms crossed in front of him and his eyebrow raised, “Well, go on. Get on with it.”
“Yeah, yeah keep your pants on.” he says and instantly regrets it when the other boy retorts with a cheeky “Take yours off!”
Noya leaves his room and heads in the direction of the bathroom because there is no way that he will be stripping down to nothing in front of Ryuu. He wouldn’t want to give the bald troll the satisfaction of seeing any of his attempts.
After stripping down he stands awkwardly in the middle of the room, the tiles are cold beneath his bare feet and he feels his skin prickling at the temperature. He doesn’t’t really know where to start because he has never taken a nude photo of himself before, let alone with the intention of sending it to someone else.
He groans because this is going to end so horribly but there is no way he is going to wuss out. He refuses to let Ryuu best him at a game that is supposed to be played by giggling twelve year olds at their first sleep-over.
With that thought in mind he gives himself a once over in the mirror. He looks alright today which is a small blessing he thinks. His hair is spiked perfectly today and his skin is clear so he doesn’t feel too self conscious about the way he looks. The problem is he knows that he isn’t just supposed to snap a photo of his naked body and just send it out like that is enough. There is supposed to be some composition and aesthetic to these sorts of things but he just doesn’t know how to achieve that exactly. He figures the first thing he might want to do is get himself at least a little hard because the last thing anyone would want is a sext with a soft dick because that is just fucking sad. He reaches down and takes himself in hand, pulling himself with smooth gentle strokes to try to coax some life into his cock. This isn’t exactly his idea of arousing but he does his best so that he can snap the picture, send it, and get this all over with.
He closes his eyes and thinks of Asahi-san which is his standard go-to for this sort of thing. He lets himself think about what Asahi will do when he gets the text with the scandalous photo that he is about to send. The big dork will probably blush a million shades of red but will it turn him on? Will he like what he sees? Noya can’t be sure but really hopes that he will. He hopes this might actually force some sort of reaction out of Asahi. Noya has made his feelings about the older boy all too clear and he still doesn’t have any real idea if Asahi returns those feelings. Noya was ready to quit the damn volleyball club for that stupid idiot. He didn’t want to play without the ace that he trusted and admired. Noya had made sure that he practiced every single day of his exile from the club, in any way, so that he could become a better libero so that his ace could focus on his battles in the sky without worrying about any skirmishes on the ground.
Noya thinks about Asahi receiving the text and blushing all over from head to toe, most likely wanting to look away but ultimately being unable to. He thinks about how one of Asahi’s large calloused hands might make their way into his pants to squeeze himself because of all the naked pale skin on his phone screen. ‘Fuck’ Noya thinks to himself because he thinks Asahi feels something for him. He has felt the weight of the other boys stare in the locker rooms and he has witnessed the intense blush on Asahi’s face when Noya catches him in the act. He knows that the other boy wants but he doesn’t know what he’s waiting for.
His thoughts are working and he quickly feels himself harden completely in his hand. Now he just has to figure out how to take this stupid picture. He doesn’t have a full body mirror in the bathroom so he will just have to do his best angling down the length of his body. Gripping himself firmly in one hand, he lifts his phone above his head in the other and snaps a few photos. When he scrolls through the pictures he almost decides not to go through with this. The pictures don’t look bad, per se but he just feels embarrassed seeing himself like that. The pictures are taken at an angle so that you can see down the entire length of his torso following along the dips and valleys that his chest and abdomen make, down further to the hairs that lead to the swollen flesh of his cock that he held firmly in his fist. In all honesty, he thinks they could be better but he doesn’t’t really want to waste anymore time on this dare. He picks the one he feels is the most attractive and attaches it in a text to Asahi but his finger hovers over the send button for a long time.
Noya isn’t sure if he can go through with this. Sending this picture could potentially ruin any chance at a relationship with Asahi-san. Hell, it could even ruin the friendship they currently share. Before he can lose his nerve he hits send and turns the sound on his phone off. He knows it’s stupid but in the end he is more concerned with his pride and not backing down to Ryuu.
After putting himself, mostly, back together he makes the walk of shame back to his bedroom to see Ryuu lounging on the floor again scrolling through his phone.
Ryuu looks up when he walks in and says, “So, did you do it?”
“Tch, of course I did.” Noya replies and then throws his phone at Ryuu. “Don’t scroll too far down unless you want to see my dick.”
Noya can pinpoint the exact moment Ryuu does exactly what he told him not to do, the other boys eyes widen and he lets out a low whistle.
“Dude, I have to say I am impressed. I didn’t really think you would go through with it.” the taller boy admits and then he says, “Oh shit!”
“What?” the libero questions because that exclamation can’t mean anything good. Is there something weird in his photo? Oh God, that would be so embarrassing. Well, even more embarrassing than this entire situation already happens to be.
“It looks like Asahi-san already got your text.” Ryuu replies and then he’s shoving the phone in Noya’s face. “See! He has his read receipts on!”
Noya roughly grabs his phone from the other boys grasp and fuck Ryuu is right. Underneath the text is a little message that says ‘Read’ with a timestamp. Now he is panicking because obviously Asahi-san has seen the text but he hasn’t replied. What did that mean?
“I wonder why he didn’t say anything?” Ryuu asks, giving voice to the worries going through Noya’s head.
The small boy shrugs, doing his best to portray an air of nonchalance, “Who cares? If it gets weird I’ll just tell him the text was meant for someone else.”
He sees Ryuu nod in agreement, “Yeah that’s a good idea.” the other boy admits. Ryuu stands up and rolls his shoulders before saying, “Well, I think I’m gonna head out. Saeko will be home soon and if I don’t clean up the house a little she might strangle me.”
Noya sputters indignantly, “Are you serious?! I haven’t even gotten a revenge dare on you yet. This is bullshit!”
Ryuu’s face morphs into one of his menacing glares, “I had to run nearly naked around the block! Your neighbors have all practically seen my junk. I think we are even.”
“No way! You made me send a dick pic to my senpai. He has now literally seen my junk! That is totally unfair!”
Ryuu waves his hand in the air in a dismissive gesture, “Dude, if anything this might get you laid. I did you a favor.”
Noya whole-heartedly disagrees but he doesn’t care enough to argue anymore, whats done is done and he can’t change it.
“Whatever, tell Nee-san I said hello.”
The shorter haired boy nods, “Will do. If anything interesting happens you have to tell me on Monday.”
Noya rolls his eyes, “Don’t hold your breath but fine, I will.”
After Ryuu leaves Noya putters around the house for a bit, not doing anything in particular. He cleans his room a bit, watches some television, eats some junk food that he has stashed away in his bedroom and takes a shower, nothing out of the ordinary for a Saturday. It is 8 o’clock before he gets around to checking his phone and he sees that he has a new message. He is sure it’s going to be some meme from Hinata but his heart leaps into his throat when he sees that it is from Asahi-san.
He drops his phone as if it shocked him, he isn’t ready to see whatever Asahi-san has to say. This is way too embarrassing and he can’t bring himself to face the consequences of what he has done just yet.
Noya procrastinates for a total of ten minutes before his curiosity drives him to open the godforsaken text. He feels like the breath gets punched out of him at the image that displays itself on his screen. He had been certain that the message would be some clumsy fumbling text about how Asahi was flattered but not interested or something along those lines but no - this was incredible.
The response he receives is not what he expected but is so much more pleasant than he could have ever imagined. The picture is of Asahi-san laying in bed and he’s shirt-less, the only article of clothing he wears is a tight pair of black boxer-briefs but what really makes Noya’s mouth go dry is Asahi-san’s large hand clutching the very obvious - and impressive - bulge that his erection is causing in his underwear.
‘Shit’ how the hell is he supposed to respond to that? Another picture? He figures the best course of action is be honest and let Asahi know how he feels.
‘Fuck, Asahi-san. You look so good’ he sends, then quickly follows with,
‘Stop being a tease’
He quickly gets up and locks the door to his bedroom. His parents aren’t home right now but he doesn’t know what time they are due to be back either and he will not be interrupted. The house could burn down around him and he would still keep waiting for the other boys reply.
Noya doesn’t have to wait long, just a few moments later Asahi responds:
‘Tease? That’s kind of funny coming from you considering what you sent me earlier today’ - A
Noya can feel the heat of the blush that colors his face red and he reaches down to re-adjust himself in his shorts. The responses from Asahi are more bold than he would have expected but it must be easier for the older boy to articulate himself through written word than spoken.
‘If you liked it what took you so long to respond?’ - N
He hates having to put himself out there like this, making his insecurities known but it is strange that it took so long to receive a response when he knows that Asahi received and saw the text hours before.
‘I was with my family all day. I nearly got a nosebleed in front of my mom because of you!’ - A
The thought of Asahi unknowingly opening that text near his family makes him laugh out loud. God, the older boy must have looked like he was about to have a heart attack.
‘I’m not sorry.’ - N
‘I’m not surprised.’ - A
‘But you did like it?’ - N
‘Yeah...’ - A
‘Why don’t you show me how much you like it?’ - N
Noya groans because that was pretty embarrassing and predictable but if it gets him what he wants he doesn’t care how he sounds. He is desperate to see more of Asahi and if he has to be impish, he will.
The next response from Asahi takes a while but Noya can imagine the other boy trying to muster the courage to continue. Noya can imagine that this is probably so far out of Asahi’s comfort zone that they might as well be in their own solar system by now.
Oh, but it is so worth the wait, this is better than the first. The second picture Asahi sends is of him completely bare and Noya knew that Asahi would be big, all of him is after all, but he is so thick.
‘There, now we are even.’ - A
‘Screw that’, Noya thinks. He doesn’t want to be even, he wants to be utterly wrecked.
‘What do I have to do to see more?’ - N
‘Please, you are so fucking hot Asahi-san. I want to suck your cock but I really don’t think I can fit all of that in my mouth.’ - N
‘God, Noya... you’re killing me.’ - A
‘Touch yourself... I want to see you touch yourself.’ - A
Yes, that is exactly what Noya was hoping he would say. He’s been neglecting his own arousal for the majority of the conversation just in case things fizzled out but it doesn’t look like that will be the case. He yanks his shorts off and throws the offending fabric across the room before laying back down to take himself in hand. He grips himself by the base tightly then gives his cock one smooth, satisfying stroke upwards. He moans because god that feels so good and he feels the pre-come start to leak from his tip. He quickly snaps a picture and sends it to Asahi, he wants the other boy to know and to see how turned on he is.
‘I just started and I’m already making a mess.’ - N
‘That’s so hot. Keep going, I want you to make a mess.’ - A
Noya groans and grips himself tighter, pulls on his cock faster. Asahi is driving him crazy! He is surprised that Asahi is actively participating but its not nearly enough for Noya’s taste.
‘Have you thought about me before? When you were touching yourself?’ - N
Noya knows it’s dangerous to ask, this could ruin the entire flow of conversation but he wants to know. He wants confirmation that the charged atmosphere that is always around he and Asahi isn’t all in his own head.
‘Are you trying to embarrass me?’ - A
‘No, you big dumb idiot! I think of you! All the time.’ - N
‘Me too... I think about you.’ - A
‘I think about what it would be like to kiss you. Sometimes I think about what it would be like to press you down and open you up with my fingers.’ - A
“Fuck!” Nishinoya screams into his pillow because he has had those exact same thoughts but knowing that Asahi does too makes him feel wild. Before he has a chance to respond his phone chimes again and this time - this time it’s a video.
The short teen presses play with shaking fingers and keeps working his other hand on his cock. The video plays and it shows Asahi stroking himself in slow, steady pulls with a twist of his wrist at the top. He can hear the breathy moans and groans that the older boy is trying to keep quiet and it makes Noya moan in response. Asahi stops for a moment, releases himself entirely and then a moment later his hand returns, this time with a bottle of lube. He dribbles a generous amount directly onto his stiff cock before returning his hand to continue his previous ministrations.
When the video ends Noya wants to cry in frustration. That is such a tease, it is so unbelievably unfair.
‘I really wish you were slicking yourself up to put that inside of me.’ - N
‘Don’t say stuff like that, you’re going to make me come.’ - A
‘Yes!’ Noya thinks to himself, that is is exactly the result he wants. Now he just needs to figure out how to make it happen and then it hits him, he has to make his own video.
He scrambles over to his nightstand and digs around until his hand closes around the tube of lube that he keeps hidden there behind all of his other junk - magazines, junk food and discarded notebooks. He knows exactly what he wants to do but the execution is going to be really difficult. He stacks a few books on the bookshelf that faces his bed and turns on his front facing camera. After a few more nudges and adjustments he achieves the angle he is looking for and before he can lose his nerve, he gets into position. He kneels on his bed, back facing the camera and bends over so that the camera is focused on him on his knees from behind. Quickly he squeezes a generous amount of lube on his fingers and reaches back to start circling his hole with his middle finger - the lubricant is cold and he’s glad the camera isn’t trained on his face because he winces at the initial chill. Cold lubricant aside, he wastes no time before pressing the finger inside of himself and he moans at the feeling and does his best to imagine that the finger is thicker and belongs to someone else. It doesn’t take him long to add the second finger and after a few minutes he stops. He is certain that he has enough to drive the older boy over the edge. He takes a moment to edit the beginning and the end so that the only footage he sends to Asahi is of him with his fingers stuffed in his ass and he has to admit the video is kind of good. If someone sent him something similar he thinks it would get him off.
‘That’s the plan.’ - N
He replies with the text and video and he would give up five years of his life to see the other boys face when he watches it.
Asahi’s reply takes several minutes but when it comes it’s the words:
‘You win.’ - A
There is a video accompanying the text and Noya is afraid he might have cracked his screen because he presses play so hard. The video shows Asahi fucking up into his tight fist and Noya just knows he is imaging what it would be like to be inside, to fuck Noya into the mattress. It is so incredibly sexy to watch the way Asahi’s abs tighten and his hips flex when he pushes his cock up into the clench of his fist. The older boys body is a sculpted piece of art and Noya wants to run his tongue over every inch of it. Asahi quickly loses any semblance of rhythm, his hips pick up speed and soon he is spilling white all over his hand in his release. Noya doesn’t think his eyes can get any wider, he hasn’t blinked for several minutes watching the tall boy come apart for him.
The smaller teen can’t keep up the teasing any longer, he is so close to the edge right now he couldn’t’t continue to tease even if he really wanted to. He grabs his bottle of lube again and slicks up his right hand and his index and middle fingers on his left. He wraps his right hand around his cock and presses the two lubed digits inside of himself. Noya sets a brutal pace for himself, stroking as harshly as he can manage without hurting himself and presses relentlessly on his prostate. He closes his eyes and recalls the last video that Asahi sent him. He remembers all the choked off moans and groans but what finally sets Noya off is the memory of Asahi groaning out his name as he came all over his hand.
“Ah... ah... shit.” Noya breathes out and his entire body tenses sharply for a moment before he snaps and then his cock is pulsing ribbons of come all over his hand and his stomach. He lays still for a moment in the afterglow breathing heavily and he can feel his heart pounding in his chest.
In a haze he snaps one last picture of himself covered in his own release and sends it to Asahi.
‘Now we are even.’ - N
The short teen gets up on shaky legs and moves to the corner of his room where his laundry basket is overflowing and locates a towel to wipe himself down with. He will have to take another shower because he has made a royal mess of himself but he thinks it was worth it. The shower can wait, he thinks, as he makes his way back over to the bed where his phone still sits.
‘Oh my God, I can’t believe we just did that.’ - A
Noya’s mouth twists into a frown, he was afraid of this happening. He knew that once the high of what they were doing and the arousal was gone he thought Asahi might start to panic and the last thing Noya wanted was for their relationship to regress; this was supposed to be about progress.
‘It was good though, right?’ - N
‘I don’t regret it. I’m not sorry this happened.’ - N
He waits over fifteen minutes for a response and when he doesn’t receive one he figures he has his answer. Dejected, he gets up and heads to the shower to wash off the evidence of what he has done. He stands under the spray procrastinating for as long as he can stand and finally gives up when the water starts to run cold. It is nearly eleven o’clock by the time he gets back to his room and he’s surprised that his parents aren’t home yet but its for the best. At least he can sulk in his room in peace.
He dresses in an old pair of shorts and one of his ‘Karasuno High School’ t-shirts then flops face down on the bed. He feels drowsy and heartsick and he hopes he can fall asleep quickly. Noya has nearly dozed off to sleep when his phone chimes, startling him. He expects it to be from his parents but it’s from Asahi.
‘For the record, I don’t regret it either. Good night, Nishinoya.’ - A
Noya chuckles softly to himself, finally allowing himself to calm down for the first time in hours.
‘Good night, Asahi-san.’ - N