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Suga woke up with a jolt, his eyes shooting open to see nothing but the dark ceiling in front of him. His skin was slightly damp, his t-shirt stuck to his body. On impulse, he turned towards the sleeping figure next to him. After a few seconds he could sense the rise and fall of his boyfriend’s body, still fast asleep. Suga let a sigh leave his mouth, and he brought his hand to his forehead.
There’s no way. There is absolutely no way I just had a dream like that. Sugawara looked at the figure next to him one more time, and shifted his body so that he could wrap an arm around the other man’s waist, pulling himself against his back. He shut his eyes tightly, and wished for sleep to come quickly.
It was bothering him. Of course it was still bothering him! Suga’s leg bounced up and down as he looked at the man sitting across from him at their kitchen table. He was busy working, glasses perched on his nose, floppy brown hair falling over his forehead, fingers tapping away at the keyboard of his laptop. The guilt rose in Suga’s chest as he, not very subtly, stared at his boyfriend. How was he going to even approach this? Realistically, Oikawa couldn’t be mad at him for having a dream, nobody had control over their dream worlds. Besides, just because you dreamed about something happening didn’t mean it was actually going to happen, or that you wanted it to happen. Right? Right.
Ah, this shouldn’t be so hard. Why is it this hard? Is it because… no. No way.
Suga looked at his own university work that sat in front of him, untouched, before he looked back up at his boyfriend. This was bothering him. An annoying amount.
“Kou-chan, if you keep it up my face will have holes in it from how intense your stare is,” the amused voice of the brunette called Suga’s attention.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry Tooru, okay.” Suga buried his face in his hands.
“Something on your mind, love?” Oikawa shifted his laptop to the side, his focus now on Suga.
Suga peered from between his fingers at Oikawa. “Maybe.”
“Is it that I’m devastatingly handsome and thus you can’t focus on your work?”
“Hm,” Suga kept his face covered.
Oikawa cocked his head to the side. “What’s up? Why are you acting like someone with a crush?” he leaned forward, and took Suga’s hands from his face, “it must be my boundless charm and intense beauty that makes your heart beat faster, even after all these years,” he said with a wink.
Suga felt his face growing warm, the familiar feeling of his stomach knotting whenever Oikawa flirted with him, even after all this time. They had met in high school, started dating, and followed each other to university. At least for now. Oikawa was studying biokinetics, but he was still aiming to be a pro volleyball player, and Suga had no doubt in his mind that he would achieve it. They had moved in together, under the guise of saving money, and had been living together in Tokyo for the past three years. Their relationship had only strengthened with time, and Sugawara felt stupidly lucky to have someone like Oikawa Tooru in his life.
Ah, I am very much in love with him. And I’m definitely not sexually frustrated, so why?
Suga wanted to kick his brain. Beat it up. Force it to answer his questions.
“Kou-chan,” Oisuga sing-songed, waving his hand in front of Suga’s face, “where are you?”
Suga blinked his eyes, refocusing on Oikawa.
“Oh, sorry,” he mumbled.
“What is going on? You’re seriously out of it.”
“I kinda sorta maybe, actually definitely, had a sex dream last night but it wasn’t with you. Well, it was with you, but there was a third party,” Sugawara blurted out the words before he could overthink it even further.
Oikawa looked at him with a blank stare, before picking up the coffee cup next to him and taking a sip. “Was he hot?”
“Tooru!”
“Well, if it isn’t me I hope he was at least hot.”
Suga plopped onto his arms with a groan. “Why was I even worried about telling you?”
“Was he hot?”
“Yes!” Suga exclaimed, way too loud.
Silence followed, and when Suga finally gathered the courage to look up at Oikawa, he saw his boyfriend desperately trying to keep in his laughter.
“Stop it,” he reached his hands over the table, shaking Oikawa’s arm, “I was worried okay?”
“Who did you dream about?” Oikawa asked, hiding his laughter behind the coffee cup.
“Akaashi Keiji,” Suga mumbled into his arms.
“Who?”
“Akaashi Keiji,” Suga said, still into his arms but louder this time.
“Akaashi? You mean that guy we met at the bar? Who works at Shonen Jump?”
“...Yes.”
“The guy we ended up dancing with?”
Suga looked up at Oikawa. “Yes.”
“The Akaashi who, turns out, frequents the same coffee shop you’re a part-timer at?”
Okay, Oikawa was screwing with him, this much was obvious now. He was clearly enjoying it too, and Suga did not know how to stop giving Oikawa the satisfaction of becoming more and more mortified as he continued on.
“The cute Akaashi? The one you know from highschool, with who you’ve been spending a lot of time with?”
“Cut it out, Tooru, I get it,” Suga was thoroughly embarrassed.
Oikawa stood up and walked around, pulling out Sugawara’s chair from under the table and promptly seating himself on Suga’s lap.
“Hey,” he said, planting a kiss on Suga’s forehead, “I don’t mind.”
“You’re an ass, you know that?” Suga wrapped his arms around Oikawa’s waist and leaned into him.
“You love me anyway.”
“Hm,” Suga snuggled in even closer as Oikawa’s fingers played through his hair. The guilt had lifted, and he felt like he could finally go on with his day without thinking about it every second.
—
The bell of the coffee shop dinged as more customers entered. Reflexively, Suga looked up to see a young couple enter, looking around for some open tables.
“Sugawara, where is that americano?”
“Ah, here!” Suga walked over to where his co-worker was standing and handed it to her quickly.
“Could you hurry it up today? There are a lot of people and we’re running behind.”
“Well it’s either I make it well and it takes a minute longer or I make it terribly but everyone gets their coffee in record time.”
The woman took a deep breath. “Okay, okay. Okay. Sorry, I’m a bit stressed and tired,” her voice wasn’t devoid of frustration, but Suga could tell she was trying to be sincere.
“It’s okay Nika. I’ll see if I can speed it up.”
Nika gave him a thankful smile, and then turned back towards the new customers who had already started to line up. Suga was pretty tired himself. Classes just dragged on today with no sign of stopping. He blamed it on Oikawa, who was the reason that he didn’t get much sleep the previous night. But then again, Oikawa did bring him breakfast in bed, even though he was a little wobbly on his legs, as an apology. Suga smiled to himself as he started to make the mint hot chocolate order that Nika shouted his way.
“Sugawara, it’s your turn to work the orders,” Nika called.
“Gotcha.”
No sooner had he stepped in behind the counter than he was greeted with two familiar faces. Two familiar faces that he had not expected to see together.
“Kou-chan,” Oikawa greeted, a bright smile on his face.
“Hello, Suga,” Akaashi greeted as well, his face as unreadable as ever, but Suga swore he saw a light blush colouring the man’s cheeks.
What is happening. Why is this happening.
Initially, Suga’s first thought was to panic. But when he saw the tell-tale mischievous glance he knew oh so well in Oikawa’s eyes, his thoughts quickly changed.
I’m going to kill him.
Suga put on his sweetest smile. “Tooru, Akashi. What are you two doing here?”
“Well, you and Akaashi had been spending so much time together, catching up, I just thought I’d like to get to know Akaashi a bit better as well,” Oikawa was using the tone he always did when he was trying to act innocent.
What is he up to?
Suga’s discomfort must have been obvious, because Oikawa’s grin just grew.
Suga cleared his throat, totally inconspicuously. “Well that’s nice.”
Stupid. What the fuuuck was that Koushi?
Suga wanted to facepalm his hand right through his forehead and end the very awkward encounter. Unfortunately that was not in the cards for him, so he just decided to entertain Oikawa’s attempt at poking the sleeping bear. He took their orders, barely noticing the red that coloured the tips of Akaashi’s ears and his cheeks. He also totally did not stick his tongue out behind Akaashi’s back when Oikawa turned around to wink at him. Absolutely not, because he was a mature adult.
—
“You think you are so funny aren’t you?” Suga seethed with no real anger as he dropped his bag on the kitchen counter.
Oikawa reclined in his chair, lifting his hands with nonchalance. “I am so funny.”
“I am so funny,” Suga repeated mockingly.
He walked over to Oikawa, and promptly sat down on his lap.
“You aren’t really angry, are you?” Oikawa teased, bringing his face close to Suga’s.
Which only led to Suga taking the brunette’s nose between his thumb and forefinger to pinch him.
“Hey! Whad are you doobing?” Oikawa tried to pull back but Suga held fast.
“Payback,” he said simply.
After about a minute of struggling, and a slew of blocked-nose apologies from Oikawa, Suga finally released him. As Oikawa rubbed his nose, feeling supremely sorry for himself, Suga sighed and rested his cheek on Oikawa’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around his lover’s neck.
“You can be really violent, you know?” Oikawa said grumpily.
“Only people who are capable of great violence can be true passificists,” Suga replied evenly.
“Hm,” Oikawa stopped rubbing his nose, and wrapped his own arms around Suga, pulling him closer.
Suga allowed himself to relax completely into Oikawa’s embrace, followed by an involuntary sigh as the warmth enveloped him.
Immediately, Oikawa tensed up. His hand moved to cup Suga’s cheek and tilt his face up towards Oikawa’s.
“Kou? What’s up? Are you okay?”
Of course, Suga could never hide a single thing from Oikawa, even if he wanted to.
Ah, why do you know me so well, you stupid lump.
He had tried not to let it bother him, had known that Oikawa definitely was okay with the whole sex dream thing. Oikawa was not the type of person to keep it inside if there was anything in the slightest that bothered him about their relationship. He had been a cocky and slightly insincere young man in highschool, but never for a second had he ever pretended to be someone or something else when he was with Suga.
Yet… Suga couldn’t squash that stupid fragment of doubt that nestled inside his brain. For two hours, Oikawa and Akaashi had sat in the café, sipping at their drinks, talking like old friends. Not once did the two glance his way, and only when the two of them left, Oikawa’s hand lingering on Akaashi’s back as he led him out of the door, did the two of them greet him again. It wasn’t the physical touch that bothered him, not at all. It was just — scary. Did Oikawa want to make him jealous? Was Oikawa secretly tired of him and was now using Akaashi to try and stir something between them? Any rational person would have told themselves that the thoughts were intrusive, that they shouldn’t listen to the brain-chatter, but unfortunately Suga was not feeling particularly rational at that moment.
But he could never tell Oikawa that.
“I’m fine, just relaxing into your arms is all,” Suga said instead.
“I call bullshit.”
Suga met Oikawa’s eyes. The man’s mouth was drawn in a tight line, and the beginnings of a frown tensed between his brows.
“It was just a sigh Tooru, what—”
“No, shush. I know what you sound like when you’re relaxing into my arms, I have years of prior experience to make an informed observation. This is your ‘something-is-bothering-me-so-much-I-won’t-mention-it-to-Ru’ sigh,” Oikawa’s words rushed out in a single breath.
“Ah. Well. I am just being stupid, in the brain. That’s all.”
Suga lay his head back down on Oikawa’s shoulder. There were a few moments of silence before Oikawa spoke again.
“It’s about Akaashi, isn’t it?”
Suga didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to talk about it. His arms around Oikawa’s neck tightened.
“You know,” Oikawa said, bringing up one of his hands to gently stroke Suga’s hair, “Akaashi told me about the time you confessed to him in highschool—”
Ah. Fuck. Akaashi why would you throw me under the bus like this.
Suga didn’t move, didn’t dare to. He knew Oikawa wasn’t done talking anyway.
“—and, he rejected you, because he had feelings for someone else.”
“Hmn.”
“He also said that he was really enjoying being friends with you again, and that he would love to hang out with us, if that is what you’d like.”
Suga had no idea where Oikawa was going with this, but despite the calming presence of Oikawa’s hand moving rhythmically over his head, his heart still felt like it was pounding in his chest.
“I thought it would be a great idea. And then I asked him if he would like to have a threesome.”
“You WHAT?” Suga practically jumped out of Oikawa’s arms, “you did WHAT NOW?”
Oikawa just smiled and crossed his arms. “Will you talk to me now?”
Suga looked at him cautiously. “Did you really?”
“No, you dumbass,” Oikawa stretched his arm out for Suga to take his hand, “I would have discussed it with you first if I wanted to ask him.”
Suga continued to eye Oikawa warily, but still took his hand.
“If you didn’t talk about… that. What did the two of you talk about?”
“Genuinely nothing much. The crush thing is true, and more than that I was just genuinely curious about the person who you spend so much time with when you aren’t with me. I can tell you are fond of him,” Oikawa pulled Suga towards him, placing the silver-haired man’s hand on his shoulder, “and I mean, he’s pretty cute. I have no objections to adding another person to our relationship.”
Suga’s brain did a double take.
“I’m sorry, what?”
Oikawa shrugged. “I kid, I kid. But you know. If those old crush feelings resurface—”
“No,” Suga shut Oikawa off, “don’t say that. I love you.”
“You can love more than one person.”
“But I want you. I don’t…” a lump that came out of nowhere firmly lodged itself in Suga’s throat.
Gods, not now. I am not going to cry.
“...I don’t want to lose you.”
“Oh, baby,” Oikawa reached up and cupped Suga’s face in his hands, pulling his face down towards him. Soft lips pressed against Suga’s own, the lingering taste of coffee still there.
Suga sank into the kiss, allowing Oikawa to kiss him deeper. Warm, soft, familiar. The movements of their lips together, a comfort. Suga didn’t want to ever lose this. He was also not going to cry, because that would be embarrassing.
Oikawa finally broke the kiss, but kept Suga’s face between his hands.
“You thought you were going to lose me? Because of a sex dream and coffee with another man?”
“Well now you’re just making it sound like I’m a jealous lover,” Suga said, pushing at Oikawa’s chest, though there was no real force.
“My love,” Oikawa shook his head with a smile, “we’ve been together for five years, and I will continue to love you for all the days that follow this one.”
“Good, because as long as you are here, I will be here too.”
“Woaaah sappy lines from Mr. No Vulnerability? I should have coffee with guys more often.”
“Shut up you stupid lump.”
Oikawa laughed, and pulled Suga close to him once more, resting their foreheads against each other.
Suga smiled. “I love you.”
“I love you too Kou~. And just so you know, I was serious about the threesome—”
“Shut up and enjoy this moment.”
“Okay.”