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Start writing here…'hey! oikawa!' the said raised his head at the sound of that voice and a smirk emerged on his face. 'iwa-chan!' he stood up when he saw his friend.
he had finished the league and other competitions in argentina, so he had returned to japan for the vacations. when iwaizumi heard about this, he immediately offered to put him up at his house.
at first oikawa was going to turn him down, but after days of prodding and a naughty thought that he might see the owner of the house in his boxers, he agreed.
he packed his bags into his former friend's luxurious apartment. he now had an apartment in downtown tokyo. he was currently coaching the national volleyball team, so he had a fairly generous salary and could afford to pay rent like that apartment.
'i wish i was called up to play for the national team too.' that nagging thought haunted him day and night, but there was nothing he could do if the boss of the selection didn't call him up. he had proved he had everything it took to make the team. his speed, his analytical and response skills on the court, his strength, and his success in the argentinian league.
'this way, oikawa! this is your room. i'm going to take a shower and if you want, i'll buy you a steak at a place around here that i like to go to, okay? so i'll leave you a while to change and make yourself comfortable'.
he nodded and took off his sweaty t-shirt as soon as he started to hear the water running. half an hour later they were walking together to the restaurant. they sat down and ordered food for both of them.
'i didn't tell you to come to my house just for the vacations, tooru.' he looked at him curiously. 'would you like to be on the japanese national volleyball team?' he almost choked when he heard this offer.
'well of course, iwa-chan!' he replied swallowing the piece of pork rib. iwaizumi looked at him and smiled.
oikawa stamped his hands on the table and bowed his head in supplication to hajime. 'i beg you, even if it's in substitution for kageyama!' a hand lifted his face and wiped away a tear that had rolled down the player's cheek.
'oikawa, would you have sex with me?' his words echoed throughout the guest's head, who looked up and met the eyes of the man to whom his heart belonged since preschool. he never confessed his feelings for fear of rejection... would he have been wrong to make that decision?
tooru felt his opponent's foot on his pulsating crotch. just the thought of iwa-chan with his shirt off had already put him in that position.
without saying half a word, he got up and grabbed his dumbfounded partner by the shirt and dragged him into the fortunately empty bathroom.
'oikawa!?' he shoved him into an empty compartment and brought his mouth close to his ear. ‘i've been jerking off thinking about you since my first erection as a teenager.' confessed.
iwaizumi wrapped his legs around his waist, ramming his rock-hard cock against the other's, which seemed to be radiating flames.
both were already sweaty and hadn't even started. 'prove it to me, tooru. i think we've both wasted a lot of time, and not just the time you've been in argentina'.
hajime pulled out a condom, he had taken it at home hoping this would happen, but he hadn't thought so soon. to his delight, it was happening, and it felt a hell of a lot greater than he thought. on top of that, his desire was reciprocated, and that made it all the better.
the pants fell to the floor, and oikawa turned his lover over so that he was on his back. he tore a moan from him as he slipped a finger into his wet orifice. 'stick it all in, hit it until it breaks, tooru.' he grunted and with enough care he could muster at that moment, he put his dick inside iwaizumi, who let out a choked cry as he felt the rear thrusts ecstatically. at the same time, he was masturbating him from the front, and they had both lost control, moaning.
they both came at the same time, fast.
they were all sweaty in a bathroom at one of iwaizumi's favorite restaurants. it may have looked anything but perfect, but for both of them it was.
'did i pass the national team tryout?' said oikawa. and when the national team coach looked at him, he noticed his joking tone and almost lost himself in his eyes. they expressed all that love, that sense of home that he had tried so hard to find in the women and men who had passed through his bed all these years oikawa was away.
oikawa tooru was the answer. national team or not.
he was the love of his life. he didn't know how he hadn't seen him until now.
oikawa tooru was the beginning and the end. and of course, he would be on the national team. he was already on the national team before the meeting in the bathroom, which is why he had been so insistent about coming to tokyo. He had asked him about the national team and sex with the intention of teasing him and finally proposing.
but it had all turned out much better.
