Work Text:
“Iwa-chan, I’m ready!”
It’s Saturday night and they’re getting ready to go to a party Oikawa’s college friend invites him to. Except that it’s Iwaizumi’s first time going to a frat party because Shittykawa forced him – forced as in losing a bet on who wins the SV League game last week and the loser has to grant the winner’s wish and so, here he is.
“Iwa-chan, how do I look?”
Oikawa looks hot, dashing in his black tank top and jeans. His tank top hugs his body perfectly, defining the shape of his ripped muscles. A silver chain hangs deliciously around his long and beautiful neck. Rings decorating his slender fingers, complementing them.
Iwaizumi is fighting the urge to gulp seeing his best friend in that outfit. His mind starts to short circuit, unable to say anything towards him. Oikawa looks really good – it’s pissing him off that he has to share that insane look with everyone else at the party. So, he just coughs and lets out a soft almost whisper like, “Good.”
Oikawa smiles at the comment – which feels illegal because Iwaizumi is on the brink of insanity and his smile made it worse. “You look good too, Iwa-chan!”
The two of them made their way to the party, refusing to go by car and opting to walk instead – per Iwaizumi’s insistence. Oikawa whines, “Iwa-chan, we should’ve just driven there!”
Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, “It’s only six blocks, you’ll live.” Oikawa pouts and continues to walk beside him, hands almost brushing Iwaizumi’s. The lingering touch sends electricity towards him, making him shiver. I’m not going to make it out alive tonight am I?, he thinks. Oikawa is now two steps in front of him, walking excitedly to the party. Iwaizumi stares at his back from behind, admiring how his best friend looks tonight. He feels conflicted – he really doesn’t want to share this Oikawa with others yet at the same time he’s pleased to see him in that hot ass tanktop. He lets out a low sigh, and continues to walk until they finally arrive at this so-called frat party of the year, according to Oikawa.
The house is big, music spilling out of the walls, colorful lights shine all over it. People are everywhere with red cups in their hand, some drinking, some laughing, some shouting gibberish words because of how drunk they are. Truly not a place for Iwaizumi but a haven for Oikawa.
“Come on, Iwa-chan! You’re gonna love my friends!” Says Oikawa as he’s about to enter the house when Iwaizumi grabs his hand from behind, warning him, “Don’t you dare go batshit drunk on me, Shittykawa. You’re a fucking menace when you’re drunk.”
Oikawa looks down on him from the steps, a sly grin plastering his face, “You love me when I’m a menace, Hajime.” His voice is all sweet and playful which almost caught Iwaizumi off guard from calling him by his first name but he won’t let him have the upper hand on whatever banter this is.
“I do not. I’m gonna straight up leave you passing out in a bush.” He says flatly and Oikawa just smirks, finally opening the door in front of him. They’re immediately welcomed by a full blast of music from the DJ not far from the front door. The crowd is wild, sweaty bodies swarming the house, dancing and singing loudly to the music the DJ is playing. Again, truly not a place for Iwaizumi.
“Yo, Tooru!” Call someone not far from where Iwaizumi and Oikawa stand. A tall dude with messy black hair almost covering one of his eyes making his way towards them. “Tetsu-chan!” Oikawa gleams. They share a brief hug, patting each other's backs. Iwaizumi feels his chest tightens from the sight in front of him, trying his best to brush off whatever he’s feeling. Oikawa can have as many best friends as he wants, he doesn’t care. Although he does care and yes, he hates sharing him with others.
“Tetsu-chan, this is the Iwa-chan I’ve been telling you about.” Oikawa smiles – but not just any smile, he’s obviously hiding something behind those eyes, Iwaizumi can sense it.
“Oh, so this is the famous Iwa-chan. The name’s Kuroo by the way, nice to meet you, dude.” He grins.
“Likewise. You can just call me by Iwaizumi.” He says politely.
“Alright, I’m gonna bounce. Help yourself in the kitchen, there’s pizza too!” Says Kuroo as he fists bump both of them, now gone amidst the swarm of people in the room. For some reason Iwaizumi feels relieved now that Kuroo’s away. He and Oikawa are now on their way to the kitchen slash bar to get drinks. They now have their own red cups in each of their hands containing beer. Iwaizumi rarely drinks, he doesn’t really like the taste but he made an exception for tonight. His eyes scan the room, more people coming in and the house is now cramped out, almost maxed out on its capacity. The music is louder now, more violent to his ears. Oikawa beside him bottoms up his beer and fills in for another.
“Remember what I said, Oikawa.” Tone flat as he takes another swing of his beer, finishing it. Oikawa just giggles, “Yeah, whatever Iwa-chan. I’m gonna have a blast tonight and I won’t let you ruin it.” He now has a shot of tequila in his hand, bringing the glass to his lips and drinking it in one go. Iwaizumi catches a drip of tequila slipping slowly out of the corner of Oikawa’s mouth with his eyes. His hand almost moves to catch it but he stops himself, clenching his fist beside his thigh. Oikawa then rubs his mouth with the back of his hand, filling his shot glass with tequila again and drinks it fast.
“Let’s dance, Iwa-chan!” Before Iwaizumi could say pass, Oikawa already took his hand and dragged him all the way to the dance floor right in front of the DJ. Here they are in the midst of bodies and deafening music. Oikawa dances to the beat of the music almost a little too energetically, that heavenly liquid coursing through his veins making him feel like he’s floating. Iwaizumi on the other hand just bobs his head and stomps his feet every now and then. He studies Oikawa, how he moves, how flushed his cheeks are, and how shiny his neck is. The dim light makes his soft brown curls shine – too out of this world for Iwaizumi to be normal about it. He’s too focused on the way he moves to notice Oikawa’s hand guiding his hands towards his waist. The warmth of his waist surges through every inch of his hands, almost shocks him. Oikawa is close to him now – too close. He catches a whiff of Vanilla and Cedarwood and it makes him dizzy. Since Oikawa is taller – and probably a bit drunk now – he rests his head on Iwaizumi’s shoulder. The smell of Vanilla and Cedarwood is stronger now, taking up all of his senses – Oikawa smells too good, making him more insane than he already is.
Iwaizumi can feel his body tense, he lets – yet another – low sigh. “You okay?” His voice lays low with a little knit of concern. Oikawa just shakes his head, signaling a yes, not answering him. His body still moves to the beat of the music but slower now, swaying left and right and Iwaizumi’s hands are still placed on his waist. To make it worse, Oikawa’s other hand now reaches the side of Iwaizumi’s neck, staying there. The back of his neck is warm now. Iwaizumi stills in place, too caught up with Oikawa and his damn Vanilla and Cedarwood scent waffling around him. Oikawa looks up from Iwaizumi’s shoulder to steal a look towards him and grin.
“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” Says him still with a grin on his face.
“Why would I love it when your drunk ass is this clingy, Shittykawa.” Lies. He loves it. He loves how the Vanilla and Cedarwood around him makes him dizzy, loves it when Oikawa breathes just fans on the side of his neck sending shivers all over his body. Loves how clingy he is right now, makes him feel wanted.
Oikawa just laughs at that, his laugh sounds even better than the music the DJ is currently playing – Iwaizumi could just hear his laugh forever. Oikawa shifts his body, standing straight now. “I’m gonna get another drink.” He pulls Iwaizumi’s hand off of his waist and starts walking towards the kitchen slash bar.
“Oikawa, that’s eno–” Before Iwaizumi could finish his sentence and stop Oikawa, a shout from across the room cut him off.
“Hey, Tooru! Body shot time!” The sound is coming from Kuroo. That bastard, Iwaizumi curses him in his head.
“Perfect timing!” Oikawa walks fast towards where Kuroo is, leaving Iwaizumi behind him.
The hell is a body shot? Iwaizumi knits his eyebrows – his chest tightens yet again. He follows Oikawa with the same fast pace, arriving to where Oikawa and Kuroo are not long after. He is immediately greeted with Kuroo laying on a table with his crop top still on, hugging his figure all too well. Salt spread across in a perfect line on his abs just above his belly button leading up to a shot of tequila almost 5 cm apart. Everyone around them is cheering, hollering at the sight of Kuroo on the table.
Not far from the table, Oikawa stands, one hand on his waist looking down at Kuroo and grins. Iwaizumi freezes in his spot – he feels like the world just stopped and he could explode at any moment now. Oikawa’s eyes scan the room, trying to look for something. His eyes now found Iwaizumi’s green iris, staring at it. Iwaizumi’s eyes are dark now, burning with jealousy. Oikawa smirks and breaks their eye contact, slowly moving towards Kuroo and lowering his head towards his stomach. He puts out his tongue and licks the salt off of his abs slowly and gently so as to not spill the shot of tequila. When he finishes all the salt, his mouth is wrapped around the rim of the shot glass and tips his head backwards fast to drink all of it along with the salt. Everyone around them is screaming now, cheering their names. Once Oikawa finishes off the shot, his eyes shift back to Iwaizumi, looking at him with the same dark eyes he has – Unlike Iwaizumi, his eyes burn with want and need. Someone passes him a lime and he sucks down on it, still maintaining eye contact with Iwaizumi.
Iwaizumi is feeling all sorts of things – but one thing for sure, he’s angry yet hot at the same time. That fucking Shittykawa. Iwaizumi clenches his fist, looking at Oikawa now talking with his group of friends. He needs a drink – a lot of drink, he thinks. So, he made his way to the bar and poured himself three shots of tequila, drinking them all in one go. He feels buzzy, a little lightheaded from all the alcohol he consumed. Oikawa is standing next to him, propping his elbow on the table behind him and tilting his head towards Iwaizumi whose face is now red. Adorable, Oikawa thinks.
“So, you’re drunk now?” Oikawa teases him.
“Shut up, Shittykawa.” Iwaizumi says in a low voice, clearly not up for Oikawa’s teasing. Oikawa just let out another one of his sly grin, his signature move as he once said.
“At this point, I’m the one who’s gonna leave you passing out on a bush, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa lets out a giggle now.
Iwaizumi just scowled at him. “You know that scowl doesn’t work at all with me, it just makes you cuter, Hajime.” How he loves it when Oikawa calls him by his first name. It landed nice on his ears, craving for more. Iwaizumi moves closer to Oikawa, putting his hand on his jaw. Thumbs brushing his lower lips.
“You just love to tease aren’t you, Shittykawa?” It’s Oikawa’s face that turns red now. Fall silent, eyes glint with a hint of darkness in it.
“Why don’t you put your lips to better use instead huh, Tooru?” Iwaizumi grips tight on his jaw, thumb still ghosting on his lower lips. His head is closer to Oikawa’s now, mouth on the left side of Oikawa’s head, hanging closely towards his – now bright red – ear. Oikawa gulps, feeling hot around his neck. He rarely calls him by Tooru and he will remember this forever. Before he could lean in to feel him, Iwaizumi suddenly pulls away, bringing his hand down from his jaw, looking at anything except Oikawa’s wide brown eyes. This is too far, control yourself. Iwaizumi chants it deep in his soul. It’s not like he doesn’t want to kiss Oikawa – he wants to, really bad – He just isn’t sure if Oikawa wants the same thing as he does. Oikawa is stunned beside him, obviously feeling empty from the lack of touch from Iwaizumi. Iwaizumi just silently pours himself another tequila and drinks it, not saying a word.
Oikawa is a mess now, completely baffled by Iwaizumi. Stupid Iwa-chan, he grumbles inside his head. Without wasting any seconds, he takes Iwaizumi’s hand and takes him away from the bar to his group of friends.
“Slow down, Oikawa. The hell are we going, the kitchen’s nicer.” Iwaizumi complaints.
“Just follow me, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa’s voice stern with a lace of frustration behind it. Oikawa’s friends are sitting in a circle, with a bottle spinning in the middle. They’re clearly playing spin the bottle now. “Tetsu-chan, can Iwa-chan and I join the game?”
That fucking bastard again. Iwaizumi once again curses him out in his head.
Kuroo smiles towards them, “Of course, the more the merrier!” He then explains the games. It’s not just an ordinary spin the bottle game. Whichever the bottle landed on, that person can have a chance of seven minutes in heaven with the spinner. Oikawa knows it’s a gamble, but he’ll take that risk. Iwaizumi on the other hand stares at the bottle in horror – imagination runs wild with the possibility of Oikawa having a seven minutes in heaven session with someone else other than him. It’s too late to back out now that the game’s starting. He glances towards Oikawa who seems excited over the game. Fucking Shittykawa. Iwaizumi curses his best friend yet again.
Iwaizumi is dreading this game. Every time someone spins the bottle, it feels like he chokes to death because of how long he holds his breath, praying that the bottle doesn’t land on Oikawa. There’s still one more person before Oikawa’s turn and Iwaizumi feels as though time just goes slower, testing his patience. He never stops chanting any kinds of prayers in his head when the person next to Oikawa starts to spin the bottle. The bottle is spinning, it feels slower than before, Iwaizumi curses under his breath. The bottle is slowing now, but it gravitates towards Oikawa. Panic fills the room inside his body. This game is fucking insane, Iwaizumi never stop cursing the game while chanting prayers at the same time. Fortunately for Iwaizumi, the bottle landed on Kuroo who sits not far from Iwaizumi and Oikawa. Once he realizes that, he almost jumps from relief, a small smile decorating his face without even him realizing it. He then sees Kuroo and the person going inside the closet near them. But his dread doesn’t stop at that. It’s Oikawa’s turn now. Iwaizumi stares at the bottle in horror again.
“Let’s see who’s the lucky guest for my seven minutes in heaven session~” His voice giddy, full of excitement.
He then spins the bottle, a bit too hard. The bottle is going fast now, once again testing Iwaizumi’s patience. He feels as though he’s facing death again, he can’t breathe properly. The bottle spins slower now, each time it passes him, he curses inside. The bottle spins even slower now and Iwaizumi almost choke himself. The bottle spins slowly towards the person on the right side of Oikawa, so close to him now. He feels like throwing up, and then it stops. The bottle stops spinning now. Fortunately again for Iwaizumi, it landed on him. Wait what?
Oikawa stands up not saying a word, walking towards the closet where Kuroo had just finished his seven minutes. Iwaizumi is still sitting, body in freeze mode. He looks over to Oikawa as he opens the door to the closet. Oikawa looks back and signals him to follow suit, walking inside. He stands up and strides over, closing the gap between him and the closet. Once he stands in front of the door, Oikawa pulls him by the collar of his black polo shirt.
They cramped inside the tiny space, the lightings minimal, but the red in Oikawa’s cheeks shine so brightly under it. They’re facing each other, warm bodies pressed up over one another, breaths fanning each other’s faces. Oikawa’s hands are still grasping Iwaizumi’s collar, holding tight, refusing to let go. Iwaizumi’s arms – strong and ripped – are on each side of Oikawa’s face, locking him in place. Green and soft brown irises stare at each other, indulging each other, looking for something, trying to understand everything. Iwaizumi’s hand now grazes softly at Oikawa’s jaw, grounding him. Oikawa leans towards his soft hand, digging his cheek to the inside of his palm, closing his eyes and feeling the warmth spreading all over his body. Iwaizumi stares at him in awe, mouth agape. To Iwaizumi, Oikawa Tooru has always been beautiful then and now, even for years and years to come. Oikawa slowly opens his eyes, his soft brown meeting his soft green, and everything clicks. Iwaizumi needs him, body and soul, everything that is Oikawa Tooru. To that he slowly starts by kissing Oikawa’s eyes gently, then his nose, both of his cheeks, and finally his lips.
The kiss is gentle at first, both Oikawa and Iwaizumi are careful with each other. Iwaizumi then deepens the kiss to which Oikawa responds with a slow hum, satisfied. Iwaizumi’s lips now kissing his jaw all the way to the inside of Oikawa’s neck, breathing in his Vanilla and Cedarwood, intoxicating him. Oikawa lets out a small and hushed moan. Iwaizumi nips at his neck, leaving tiny bites around it, still being so careful not to bruise the beauty that is Oikawa Tooru.
“Iwa-chan…” Calls Oikawa in a low, almost desperate sound.
“Hmm?”
Oikawa lips ghosting over the shell of Iwaizumi’s ear, breathing slowly, “Don’t hold back this time. I know you want this, Hajime.” Iwaizumi lets out a low growl, deepening the kiss on his neck more, now biting, leaving marks. The red marks flushing over Oikawa’s pale skin, he licks at them, soothing them. His hand cradles Oikawa’s head and kisses his soft and plump lips again, their bodies now rolling against each other in the cramped space. He’s kissing Oikawa like a man possessed – consuming every piece of Oikawa Tooru as best as he can. He can feel the jealousy from before, his kisses grow roughly now. Iwaizumi’s thigh snugged gently between Oikawa’s legs, giving him leverage. The kiss grows even more heated, both become desperate, craving for more. Oikawa’s hand now looping around his neck, hands playing at the back of Iwaizumi’s head, messing his hair. Cold from Oikawa’s rings spread around his neck. Iwaizumi is no longer drunk on the many shots of tequila he drank but he’s drunk with Oikawa’s lips and his Vanilla and Cedarwood perfume – his favorite scent now.
“You’re mine, Tooru.” Iwaizumi declares inside the cramped closet at the random house they’re visiting on Saturday night. Oikawa moans to that, almost a little too loud in that tiny space around them. It’s Oikawa’s turn to kiss Iwaizumi’s forehead, down to his eyes, nose, cheeks, and lips again.
“I’m yours, Hajime. I will always be yours.” Oikawa declares back in a soft and honey-like voice which Iwaizumi adores most.
Iwaizumi never wanted this to stop. He wants to keep kissing Tooru, his Tooru. Unfortunately someone bangs the door, their seven minutes are up. Both Oikawa and Iwaizumi let go of their lips, trying to catch their breaths. Iwaizumi’s soft green catches Oikawa’s soft brown first, eyes gleaming beautifully, and kisses it gently again. Then, everything clicks again, seven minutes of heaven with his Tooru is not enough – he wants a lifetime of heaven with him.
—
On the walk home, Iwaizumi carried a “not so” drunk Oikawa on his back. Lightly chuckling to himself.
“You know, Hajime, at the end of the day, you didn’t let me pass out in a random bush at 3 am in the morning.” Oikawa teases, again.
“I will now if you don’t shut up, Asskawa.” Iwaizumi can feel Oikawa rolling his eyes on his back. Oikawa stares at the back of his head, admiring him. He then pressed his face gently in the crook of Iwaizumi’s neck and whispered, “Love you, dummy.”
Iwaizumi smiled wide – suddenly feeling a little too happy from losing a bet to his best friend, “Love you too, dummy.”