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“Where are you?”
Hinata stared at the screen of his phone, the scorching sun almost too hot on his sensitive skin. He had already applied sunscreen an hour ago, and he would have to apply it again pretty soon— he learned the hard way that his skin did not play about the Rio rays. He felt it even now, face shaded by his signature hat and sunglasses fit for beach volleyball— the sun was so intense it was almost impossible not to get burned, so it was a good thing he had a crazy stockpile of sunscreen, the Korean brand he ordered online in bulk sitting in his bathroom cabinet.
His phone buzzed in his hand and he realized he’d just been staring. Embarrassed, he opened it to see a reply from Kageyama—
“You’re impatient.”
He scrunched his nose at it, while a speech bubble popped in and out of the chat.
“5 minutes. You’ll see me.”
Hinata sighed out a breath. He tossed his phone aside onto his bag, trying to make sure it wasn’t on the sand— that had happened to him before, and it was way too hard to clean up all the nooks and crevices— and started messing around with the volleyball in his hand, setting it to himself, silently thanking the sunglasses for allowing him to look up without being blinded.
Kageyama was supposed to have been there 15 minutes ago. Usually, Hinata would have been elated at the thought that he won— they still kept a tally, and since he was here before him, that was a win in his book— but he wasn’t, for two very crucial reasons.
He kept setting the ball to himself, practicing the different beach set he was starting to get used to, clawing at the ball every couple tosses, for good measure.
The first reason was why Kageyama was here in the first place—and that was, the Rio Olympics. That was definitely a big fat tally mark on Kageyama’s side— having been invited to attend the sports event every athlete dreams of, when Hinata hadn’t. He tried not to let it get him down, he really did. It couldn’t be helped—Hinata’s foray into beach volleyball in Brazil had derailed his volleyball career in a way it hadn’t Kageyama’s—the latter kept playing professionally when he was here… not doing that. He knew that it was the right choice for him. It just… hurt to feel like he was falling behind, even now.
The second reason was that Hinata and Kageyama hadn’t seen each other since graduation, and Hinata was on a mission.
Apparently he’d been lost in thought for longer than he anticipated, because he saw then from the corner of his eye a familiar face walking towards him.
Kageyama Tobio.
He smiled, a cocky grin he learned from the person in front of him, a similar grin on Kageyama’s own face.
“Hey.” Kageyama said, voice lower than Hinata remembered. He was dressed pretty standardly— some shorts and a tank top that put his gorgeous arms on full display. His hair was shorter, he noticed, just like it was in those commercials he saw, and it almost felt unreal to see him here, in the beaches of Rio de Janeiro, in his territory. The thought made his smirk grow wider.
“Hey, Kageyama!”
He put down his bag next to Hinata’s on the sand, scanning the beach–volleyball nets scattered around, most but the one they were standing on were taken by people playing either beach volleyball or Futevôlei. He felt sort of… protective of the space. Almost like he wanted Kageyama to like it, because he did. He wanted them to like beach volleyball together as much as they liked indoor volleyball as a team.
He took off his shirt—he was playing shirtless today, because you know, well, for reasons—and watched Kageyama’s face closely.
He saw the tips of his ears redden just the tiniest bit, eyes roving around his body very briefly before pointedly looking away. The display made a certain feeling swim in his gut—the way his gaze turned hot for just a second, it was almost the exact same as how it used to be in high school, and he couldn’t help the private smirk that crept onto his face.
Ok, so yes, maybe Hinata had some ulterior motives for this reunion.
Ever since their last year of high school, Hinata noticed Kageyama checking him out, or at least that’s what he thought the boy was doing. Hinata always had a weird crush, or adoration, or confusing rivalry situation with Kageyama, but it always felt violently one sided. When he noticed the looks, the way his gaze would run away from his own and he would redden the tiniest bit—well, at first Hinata was too stunned to know what to do.
But Brazil had changed Shoyo, in more ways than one.
He had made a name for himself here. He was a foreigner, and always liked making friends, and his beach volleyball antics gained him the nickname “Ninja Shoyo”. He started working out more seriously and with a trainer, started eating more intentionally, and well, stuff like that made people pay attention to him. He went out a lot—to parties, social gatherings, places people he met while playing would take him to—and he got propositioned fairly often. He always turned them down, however, holding on to the stupid definitely nothing he had with Kageyama.
So that, coupled with his newfound confidence in volleyball that he could finally stand on his own, without relying on someone else’s inherent skills–he wanted to… test the boundaries a little bit.
And really, who could blame him? Kageyama had been everywhere–commercials and ads and magazines, inside the volleyball world and somehow also outside it. He knew Kageyama was still single, despite all the added attention he must have been getting from being a star athlete, and damn it, Hinata’s insistence on being abstinent had caused him to be especially horny. Since it was Kageyama’s fault anyways, there was no shame in playing with him a little, right?
Trying to keep himself busy, Kageyama followed Shoyo’s lead and removed the tank top, fiddling with his bag and taking out his own sunglasses and hat. Hinata took the opportunity to catch a glimpse of his own–god, it should be illegal to be so tempting, so beautiful and delicious–Kageyama was full of confidence on the court, which on its own was a turn on for sure–but his timid nature in situations like this made Hinata want to absolutely wreck him–he wanted to mark his territory, wanted to see him play on national television while knowing that in private he was his.
Kageyama straightened, hands on hips, and Hinata shook his head from his thoughts.
“Had you ever played beach volleyball, ‘Yama?”
The nickname had the desired effect, the blush returning in full force.
“Of course I hadn’t, dumbass, when would I have gotten the chance to?”
Hinata laughed.
“Well, should I teach you how to play then?” he said from under his lashes, half flirting half teasing, and Kageyama pulled at his hair like he used to do in highschool, drawing out a whine from him.
“Meanie! You hadn't seen me in how long and this is how you treat me??”
“If you stopped being a jerk I wouldn’t treat you like this.”
“That’s victim blaming, angry-yama!”
“I don’t know what that is.”
“Of course you don’t.”
Hinata then picked up the ball from where it was lying on the sand, and they started peppering–Hinata could feel his heart hammering in his chest, because he wanted Kageyama to notice how much he’d improved, even if he mostly played beach volleyball. The ball went back and forth, the two actually sustaining a long rally.
“Ei! Ninja-Shoyo!”
Someone shouted, and a couple of people joined the greeting. He caught the ball and waved at the people, some familiar faces from his Saturday evening matches, and some faces he didn’t really recognize.
“Mr. popular over here,” Kageyama said with a smug smile, and Hinata threw the ball at him.
“Don’t be jealous, Kageyama! I’m sure you’re just as popular in Japan,” he said with a wink, and Kageyama looked away, muttering “whatever” under his breath.
It was almost too easy, getting him flustered like this. They did a couple more drills, Hinata instructing Kageyama on some beach-specific rules, which he picked up on annoyingly quickly. Not too long after, some more faces he recognized arrived and asked if they wanted to join up for a game.
“What do you say ‘Yama, feel like playing for real?” he had a feral smile on, and Kageyama replied,
“I’m not gonna lose.”
“Bakayama, we’re playing together!!”
“Doesn’t matter.” he lifted his chin in defiance, and Hinata chuckled.
“Let’s do this.”
The game started, and Hinata briefly wondered if they would actually pull off their famous quick on the beach. But when Hinata received the ball cleanly, sending it to Kageyama, he jumped immediately, knowing that the other boy could feel him. They had always had that connection, something that transcended words; something born from a shared need to win, to fly, to overcome.
And when the ball reached him mid-air, Hinata wanted to laugh, he wanted to squeal with joy, because he missed this, he missed being so in sync with a partner that the only thing you needed was the joined reflex that said,
“Bring the ball to me.”
Hinata slammed it down, landing on the ground at the same time the ball did, their opponents in shock.
“YES!”
They both exclaimed a bit too loud, and Hinata, unable to contain his excitement, jumped on Kageyama.
“Dumbass! Get off me!!”
“That was amazing Kageyama, it felt so good! You felt it too right?? It was just like in high school!!”
They were both breathing heavily, hinata still on Kageyama, surprised he hadn't flunged him off yet.
Quietly, almost inaudibly, like he couldn’t help himself, Hinata added,
“I missed you,”
He heard a sharp intake of breath, and it was like the rest of the world wasn’t there–it was just the two of them, out of breath, happy, sweat-slicked skin-to-skin. He searched the other’s eyes for something, and only saw that his pupils were blown.
Their opponents exclaimed in disbelief and the moment broke, Hinata jumping off of Kageyama with a chuckle and a high five. The latter still seemed a bit shaken, but Hinata simply added,
“Let’s do more of these,”
Kageyama nodded.
The rest of the game went by without incident. Kageyama seemed to have returned to his usual self, and he even seemed to be having a lot of fun–since beach volleyball didn’t have regular positions, he got to attack as well as defend; spike as well as set. They won the match by a long shot, the other team splattered on the sand with exhaustion.
“Did you have fun, yamayama?”
“It was nice,” he said with a genuine smile, “Though I think I won.”
“How on earth did you win if we played on the same team??”
“I scored more points.”
“Well you couldn’t score those points without my flawless receives, so technically every point you scored is my point.”
“They were not flawless.”
“Yes they were!!”
“You couldn’t tell a flawless receive if it hit you in the face!”
“If it hits me in the face it’s not a flawless receive, bakayama!”
They kept bickering, the sun lowering in the sky and giving way to more gentle light, colors of orange and pink painted on blue. Hinata loved sunsets in Rio–they were always so beautiful, so different–he loved meditating in the morning, but something about meditating on the beach during sunset was extra special. After a while, the two decided to grab some food at a spot Hietor had recommended to Hinata on multiple occasions. It was delicious; an all-you-can-eat meat buffet, and of course the two of them took the opportunity to stuff as much food as they could into their hungry stomachs.
“Hey Kageyama,”
“Hm?”
“My roommate invited me to this party that some of his friends are throwing. It’s at a bar we go to a lot, and it shouldn’t be too crowded. You wanna come, get some drinks before you go back to the training center?”
“Sure, that sounds nice.”
“Yay! I can’t believe I got you to agree so easily,”
“What, you think I’m some no-fun person or something?”
“What does that even mean??”
“Wait, I’m still with my beach-wear,”
“Hm,” Hinata pretended to contemplate, as if he wasn't eager to invite Kageyama back to his place.
“You can take a shower at mine, and we can borrow some of Pedro’s clothes for you.”
“Ok, sounds good.”
—
“The shower’s that way,” Hinata pointed at the door at the end of the hallway, “I’ll get you some clothes for the party in the meantime.”
Hinata was sitting in the living room, when he heard footsteps from behind him. He turned around to see Kageyama, in nothing but a bathrobe around his middle, wet.
He couldn’t not look. He felt his mouth dry as he scanned his naked torso–sorry, his naked and wet torso–the v leading to where the towel was covered was way too pronounced, a little bit of hair peaking out. He felt the sudden incredible urge to kiss the trail until he reached the towel, to remove it and continue kissing down, down, down. God, he wanted him–he could barely contain the heat traveling through his stomach, the need to get on his knees for him on one hand, and make him beg for it on the other. Kageyama must have said something because he was looking at him like he was waiting for a reply.
“Huh?”
“Where’s the clothes you said you’d get for me?”
“Oh, one second.”
He made for Pedro’s room where he forgot to bring out the clothes, passing Kageyama as he did. It took every ounce of self control in him not to stop, not to let his hands explore the expanse of wet skin glistening from the shower, not to give Kageyama exactly what he’d been wanting for who-knows-how-long.
After the shower, Hinata picked his clothes meticulously–he wore a pair of black jeans he knew made his ass look amazing, along with a button-up that he didn't button all the way, just to tease. When he got out into the living room, he knew he had achieved exactly what he set out to, because Kageyama reacted like how he imagined he did when he saw him out of the shower earlier. The tips of his ears reddened and he scanned his body, seemingly unable to look away. Hinata fluffed out his hair for good measure, and when he bit his lip instinctively, he saw Kageyama’s eyes zero in on the motion, and his resolve almost crumbled right then and there. Instead he cleared his throat, and said,
“We still have a while, parties start pretty late here. Wanna drink something?”
“Yeah, that’d be nice.”
He took out a bottle of wine they had laying around, and poured both of them a glass, keeping the bottle within arms reach as they both settled on the couch.
They drank and reminisced about high school, about volleyball, and caught up about what they’d been up to in their lives since then.
“Hey, have you been seeing someone?” Hinata asked, feigning nonchalant.
“No, It hasn’t exactly been on my list of priorities.”
“How typical, Kageyama Tobio doesn’t have time for girls,”
“Who says I was talking about girls?”
The reply took Hinata by surprise. He hadn’t expected the subject to be broached so straightforwardly, and he wasn’t really sure how to respond. They were on their 3rd glasses, almost completely through the wine bottle already–the alcohol coursing through his veins and leaving behind a pleasant buzz, a soft dulling of inhibitions, but not sensations–he felt the heat radiating off of Kageyama’s body, and he was suddenly hyper aware of how close they’d gotten on the couch while talking. Their legs touched ever-so-slightly, almost feather-light soft, but he felt it like it was the only place in his body.
“Have you been seeing anyone?” Kageyama asked, saving Hinata from having to muster up an answer.
“No, not really.” He chuckled. “I guess it just doesn’t interest me either much.”
“You seem pretty popular around here,” he added, “I’m sure you could have your fair share of… girls,”
He said carefully, as if testing the ground. Hinata was suddenly surprised that neither had ever talked about their sexuality.
“Honestly,” he lowered his voice, looking at Kageyama from beneath his eyelashes, “I think I could have my fair share of anyone,” he said, and he knew it was cocky–but he really felt it now, especially with the way the other was looking at him like he was a feast he couldn't wait to devour.
“You’re so full of yourself,” It was now Kageyama’s turn to laugh,
“Oh, yeah?”
“Absolutely.” The look in his eyes suggested the complete opposite.
“Says the king of self-assuredness,”
“At least I can back up my claims,”
“Really? Prove it then,”
The words landed like a punch to the gut, and Hinata just then noticed that they were so close, when Kageyama closed the gap and slammed his lips into his own.
And suddenly years of pining diverged into this very moment–the kiss was absolutely frantic, and Hinata was climbing into Kageyama’s lap who accepted him eagerly, immediately wrapping his arms around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. Hinata’s hands went into the other’s hair, pulling in an almost punishing way, eliciting a gasp from Kageyama which Hinata eagerly swallowed into the kiss. The former’s hips jerked involuntarily, and Hinata groaned at the contact, feeling the hard cock under him and being suddenly drowned by the need to touch it, to taste it, to have more of Kageyama.
“Fuck, I knew you’d be eager,” Hinata said, mouth trailing kisses around his jawline, behind his ear, everywhere he could reach.
“Look who’s talking,” Kageyama countered, voice rough with want, “You’re practically begging, baby,”
The pet name was too much, it was all too much, another moan made his way out of him, the competitiveness only adding fuel to the fire that was his desire.
“We’ll see about that,” he said, getting off Kageyama’s lap and on his knees in front of him, removing the other’s shirt in the process. He started kissing his chest then, going down to his stomach, leaving kisses everywhere, biting and nibbling and testing to see what made Kageyama squirm, while his hands worked on his pants, unbuttoning and pulling impatiently.
He pulled back then, just watching the man in front of him–eyes filled with want, in nothing but his boxers, cock standing at attention, just tempting Hinata to touch and lick and tease. So he did exactly that–lifting one of Kageyama’s legs over his shoulder, he started to kiss the inside of his thigh, leaving marks for good measure where he knew his shorts would cover while he played. He drank the soft sighs and sounds Kageyama made, reveling in the feeling of him becoming undone under him when he hadn’t even touched his aching cock.
“Hinata–please–”
“Where’d your bravado go, huh ‘Yama?” The smirk on his face was almost feral, and he loved how Kageyama looked from down here–sweating and panting just like he did when they played earlier today.
“Fuck–I’m so getting back at you later–just shut up and touch me–”
“You’re so beautiful when you beg,” he teased and Kageyama groaned in response, until his mouth met his cock through the fabric of his briefs, and the groan melted into a heady whine.
The wine they drank felt like nothing compared to how absolutely drunk on him Hinata felt at that moment. His mouth trailed kisses through the fabric, nuzzling against it before taking as much of it in his mouth as he could.
“Fuuuck Hinata,” his hands went into his hair, pulling for purchase, and he moaned onto his dick at the sensation.
“God you’re delicious,” Hinata said as he lowered his head to suck on his balls, still through the fabric. There was something so lude, so dirty about doing it like this, knowing it would probably feel so much better without the fabric. At the thought, he finally lowered the boxer briefs, Kageyama lifting his hips slightly to help get them off.
And there his cock was in all his glory–so red and angry and leaking. He was just staring as Kageyama’s other hand went down to stroke it, leisurely going up and down, sliding his thumb over the slit when he got to the top.
“You like watching?” Kageyama said with half a smirk, tossing his head back as Hinata’s hand came to join him.
“Yes,” he said with complete sincerity, as he lowered his mouth onto Kageyama’s cock.
The groan he let out went straight to Hinata’s own dick, and he started bobbing his head, putting everything he had into it, needing Kageyama to feel so fucking good he forgot everything else besides the feeling of his cock in his mouth. He moaned around it, knowing the vibrations would feel good for Kageyama, who started thrusting in earnest, hips lifting off the sofa as he gripped Hinata’s hair.
He pulled out suddenly and Kageyama groaned in disappointment, as Hinata climbed back up onto his lap and captured his mouth in his.
He was grinding with renewed vigor now, and Kageyama’s hands went to start unbuttoning his shirt, their lips not leaving each other for a second, almost as if afraid that if they would, the moment would crash and burn.
“I–Yama–” he tried to clear his brain,
“Hm?”
“God, I–I want to fuck you–please let me fuck you–”
Kageyama grabbed handfuls of his ass and whined into Hinata’s mouth,
“Fuck yes, yes–”
His shirt was off now and Kageyama made quick work on his pants and briefs until they were both completely naked. They groaned in unison as their bare cocks touched, finally, grinding into each other with Kageyama’s hand wrapped around both of them. It was too much, too good, and Hinata’s mouth stayed pressed into Kageyama’s, moaning into him, not even coordinated enough to be kissing. They were both panting into each other, tongues exploring when they had half a mind to do it.
“Fuck, fuck, Tobio,” he gasped, barely registering what he was saying,
“Oh my god Shoyo, yes,”
His name on Kageyama’s–*Tobio’s–*lips made something in him snap, and he repositioned them so that they were lying on the sofa now with him still on top. Hinata started blindly feeling with his hands, rising slightly so his body’s not in the way. When he pressed a cold finger against Kageyama’s hole the latter gasped, and he teased around it a little before retreating. He separated their mouths long enough for him to insert three of his fingers into Kageyama’s mouth, who took it eagerly.
“Fuck look at you, I knew you’d be good for me,”
“So you’ve been thinking about me sucking your fingers hm?”
“I was thinking much filthier things, baby,” he replied as his now wet fingers met Kageyama’s hole and he whined. He ran circles around it, dipping the very tip of a finger in and retreating, until Kageyama was writhing under him, begging and pleading for more, just like he liked–like he always imagined him.
He inserted two fingers at once, knowing it’d be a stretch but also knowing Kageyama would love it like that, and he was right–the sounds he made were downright sinful, and Hinata was watching every microexpression as he tried to find the spot that would make him see stars.
“Sh-Shoyo– oh my god, right there–” he knew he found it as he started gasping and rocking back into him, entire body shaking with pleasure.
Hinata leaned back then, watching his fingers going in and out of his hole, his entire body spread in front of him like a work of art–beautiful and dirty and so fucking sexy he wanted to lock him in here and never let him out. At the thought that anyone else might have seen him like this he added a third finger, making a scissoring motion with two of them, making sure he was properly stretched.
“Shoyo, I’m ready, please, please fuck me–”
Hinata laughed.
“Patience, remember?”
He said, but took out his fingers, and held his cock against Kageyama’s hole. He didn’t move, just looked, rubbing his cock back and forth, up and down, almost transfixed.
“Shoyo, I swear to god–”
Then he thrust in, the head of his cock sliding in with a little effort. It already felt so good and he was so impossibly tight, and the sounds Kageyama was making were definitely not helping.
He slowly thrust in more and more until met with the delicious feeling of his hips touching the skin of Tobio’s ass. Kageyama was shaking, and without moving his hips hinata lowered to plant kisses on his neck.
“You Ok?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” he wasn't even sure Kageyama was aware of what he was saying, but he pulled back slightly and buried himself to the hilt again. He did this again, and again, and again, so slowly they were both shaking now, still peppering kisses to Kageyama’s jawline and neck and shoulders. After a couple minutes, he started moving faster, pulling out more and more until Kageyama was moaning in earnest with every thrust.
“Fuck Tobio, you feel so good, I want to hear you moan for me,”
And he did, Hinata grabbing his ass with both hands now and plowing him into the sofa. He was so gone, mind blank, only thoughts going through it were,
Mine, mine, mine, mine,
“You’re so good for me, so beautiful, I knew you would be,” he found Kageyama’s mouth and kissed him roughly, trying to imprint himself onto his soul, onto his everything. Kageyama bit his lips so hard he drew blood, and he groaned at the feeling, moving his mouth back to Tobio’s neck and biting as if he were a fucking vampire.
“Ah, Fuck Shoyo, too good, too fucking good–”
In the back of his mind he knew it might not be a good idea to leave visible marks on him but he couldn’t stop himself and it seemed like Kageyama couldn’t either–he was a goner, sucking and biting and tasting blood and sucking that too, frantically trying to mark his beautiful pale skin, and not only did he not care he was about to compete in the olympics and the entire world would see–he wanted them to see, he relished the feeling that he was marking his territory and soon everyone would know that he was his, just his, only his.
“God im close,”
“Yeah, are you gonna come for me beautiful?”
He moaned at the pet name, and Hinata smiled against his neck. He really was so pliant, so reactive, and Hinata fucking loved it. He grabbed his dick then, matching the pace with his thrusting, whispering obscenities with his mouth pressed into Kageyama’s ear.
“Please come for me, I want to hear you, want you to come while I fuck your perfect hole,”
And Kageyama practically screamed, his dick spraying come all over the two of them, and Hinata fucked him through it, whispering dirty praise in his ear as he came down.
“I want to feel you come inside me Shoyo,”
The words alone almost pushed him over the edge. He ramped his thrusting back up, so close from everything they’d been doing, from the whole day, from years of teasing and pining and thinking of this moment, and when Kageyama grabs his ass and pushes him further in in time with his thrusts, he came with a groan so strong he was sure the neighbors could hear.
He collapsed onto Tobio, head buried in the crook of his neck, breathing heavily. They stayed like that for a long moment, the only sounds were the shared panting and the faint music drifting in from the street.
"Tobio," Hinata whispered against his skin, the name tasting sweet and possessive on his tongue.
"Shoyo," Kageyama replied, his voice utterly wrecked, sounding nothing like the King of the Court and everything like the boy Hinata had spent years dreaming about. He tightened his arms around Hinata's waist, burying his face in his messy hair. "We missed the party."
Hinata chuckled, a low, satisfied sound. "I don’t think I mind." He pulled back slightly, sitting on his knees, looking down at Kageyama. His face was flushed, his lips swollen, and he had a slightly dazed look in his eyes that made Hinata’s chest ache with affection. Hinata gently reached down and smoothed Kageyama’s damp hair back from his forehead. "You okay?"
Kageyama just stared up at him, pupils still wide. "Yeah. I… I’m great, dumbass. You… you really meant it. What you said before."
"About what?" Hinata teased, though he knew exactly what Kageyama was referring to—the desire to mark him, to possess him.
"About being mine," Kageyama whispered, his hand tracing the curve of Hinata’s shoulder.
Hinata grinned, a soft, genuine smile that was all honesty and no bravado. "Yeah, Tobio. All mine." He leaned down and pressed a gentle, slow kiss to his lips, utterly different from the frantic desperation of before. This one was soft, lingering, and full of the weight of years.
"We should probably move," Kageyama murmured against his mouth. "The couch is… sticky."
Hinata laughed, pulling back. He slid off Kageyama, retrieving the clothes he’d carelessly tossed aside. They redressed slowly, the silence between them no longer tense with anticipation, but comfortable and intimate. Hinata noticed the dark bruises blooming on Kageyama’s neck and chest that he barely remembered making—visible evidence of his earlier hunger—and he felt a profound sense of triumph and a small pang of guilt.
"Sorry about those," Hinata said, lightly touching a mark near Kageyama’s collarbone.
Kageyama shrugged on Pedro’s borrowed button-up, which was slightly too large for him. "Doesn’t matter. It’ll fade." He met Hinata’s gaze, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Adds to the win column, I guess."
Kageyama got up and stretched, his body still radiating a post-orgasm languor that Hinata found mesmerizing. "So, about that party…"
"It’s probably still going on," Hinata replied, walking over to the window to peer out at the darkened street. The neon lights of the nearby bars cast a warm glow on the pavement. "But I don’t really want to go anymore. Do you?"
Kageyama walked up behind him, wrapping his arms around Hinata’s waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. The movement was so natural, so possessive, that it made Hinata’s breath hitch.
"No," Kageyama mumbled into his ear. "I think I prefer this."
Hinata tilted his head back, resting it against Kageyama’s. "Good. Me too."
They decided to order delivery, settling back onto the couch (after quickly covering it with a throw blanket) to eat in comfortable silence. They spent the rest of the night talking, but this time, their conversation had a new layer of intimacy. They discussed volleyball goals—Hinata’s ultimate goal of returning to the indoor court a better player, and Kageyama’s laser focus on the Olympics. They talked about the future, about how they were going to manage the distance.
Kageyama was due back to his training center the next morning. The realization hung in the air, heavy but not insurmountable.
"We’ll make this work, right?" Hinata asked, looking at the setter, who was now drinking a glass of water, his intensity only mildly dimmed.
Kageyama put down the glass, his expression serious. "We’ve been apart for years, Shoyo. But you were always right here." He tapped his chest, right over his heart. "If we could survive that for volleyball, we can survive anything for… this." He gestured vaguely between them, still not quite comfortable with defining the emotion, but undeniably committed to it.
Hinata leaned forward and captured his hand, squeezing it. "Yeah. We will."
The sun was just beginning to rise over the Rio horizon when Kageyama finally stood to leave.
At the front door, Kageyama turned, looking down at Hinata. "When I win gold," he said, his eyes fierce and competitive, "I’m calling you first."
"You better," Hinata replied, standing on his toes to kiss him one last time. "And when I get back to Japan and wipe the floor with you on the court, you’ll know exactly who taught you how to play on the sand."
Kageyama smirked, the King of the Court back in full force, yet softened by the knowledge of what happened on the couch. "Bring it on, dumbass."
With one last, deep look, Kageyama Tobio walked out the door and into the sunrise, leaving Hinata Shoyo alone in his apartment, buzzing with the promise of a future that felt impossibly bright.