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It was…very black. Very sharp.
No.
No no fuck. He hated tattoos. His parents were gonna kill him. No, better than that, he’d just kill himself. No wait, there was laser removal. Didn’t that hurt like a bitch though? Shit, how much did he drink? Is that why his head was so heavy? Stop stop stop. Think, Tooru, think. Where was he? Deep breaths, that's it. Nice and slow. Inhale, exhale.
Slowly, on shaky arms, he sat up, looking around the room.
He had no freaking clue.
With the feeling of wanting to throw up he looked down at his arms, which were as pale and tattoo-less as ever.
Wait.
Something stirred next to him, and Oikawa froze. Because that was a very low groan. Like a male kind of groan.
And Oikawa was in his underwear.
Why was he in his underwear???
He jumped from the bed, not even bothering to look at the stranger because fuck that, running to what he hoped was the bathroom and shutting the door with rushed quietness. He splashed his face with water, pushed down the urge to vomit, and rinsed his mouth. He gripped at the sink with shaking hands, and then: he looked up.
No no no no nonononono this couldn’t be happening. This couldn’t be real.
Ok. Ok this was fine.
Maybe the reason he had hickies all over his neck was because he was making out with a girl at the club and then got wasted and this guy had let him sleep on his couch.
Yeah.
And he was in his underwear because he just got hot when he slept. He probably took all his clothes off in a drunken stupor.
Yeah.
And his hips hurt…
His hips hurts because…
He brought a hand to his mouth. No. No, this was fine. Maybe he’d lost his virginity last night. Yeah. And the girl had kicked him out of her apartment or whatever and that’s why this guy took him in.
That’s probably what happened.
And if that was the case then he definitely had to go thank this stranger.
Or you know. Leave a note and book it the fuck out of there.
He opened the bathroom door slowly, taking a peek at the bed. Nothing but a giant lump of sheets and a tattooed arm. A very large, very tan, very muscular, arm.
Fuck his head felt weird.
Oikawa inched closer, trying to get a look at the stranger. But all he could see was a thick head of black hair. God, he couldn’t stop staring at that tattoo for some reason. He didn’t even know what it was, really. But there were a lot of sharp lines, going down nearly all the way to the stranger’s elbow.
No. No no no, his heart did not just twist. That was probably just his stomach.
Ok. The stranger was sleeping. Oikawa’s best bet was to just get out now, call his driver and then he could figure out whatever he wanted to do after.
He found his shirt relatively easily, tossing it over his head with haste, reaching over for his pants at the same time and successfully falling over, knocking a few cups off the nightstand.
“Fuck.” He cursed under his breath, praying to any and all gods that the stranger hadn't woken up, that he was still--
There was a creaking of a mattress, and another very low groan, and then a simple “Oh.”
Oikawa swallowed, clearing his throat and standing up awkwardly, finally putting his pants on all the way. “Hello…” He cringed upon hearing his own voice.
“Morning.” The stranger yawned, running a hand through black hair.
How could someone have such big arms?
“Want some breakfast?”
“Um.” Tooru looked around, reaching over to grab his phone, “No I…I was just leaving.”
The stranger smirked, “Just like that?”
Tooru’s eye twitched. He didn’t like the way that sounded. “I’m sorry I don’t really…” he closed his eyes, clearing his throat—
“Want a beer?”
Oikawa looked at the stranger, panic shooting through his veins. It was—what time was it— eight? Eight in the morning. Who the fuck drinks beer at eight in the morning? Just who was this person? Oh god where was he, would he even be able to get home from here? He’d never go drinking again. He swore. If he could just get out of here…
“No. Look, I’m not really sure what happened but um…anyway I’m just gonna go, like I said—”
The stranger’s eyes widened, “You don’t remember any of it?”
Tooru chuckled nervously. “Ahm…we just slept here, didn’t we? I’m sorry if I was any trouble—”
The stranger chuckled, and Oikawa noticed his adam’s apple bob up and down. “Dude. We did not just sleep.”
Oikawa paled, clearing his throat, “Um I was with a girl before…did she happen to…”
“Do you mind if I smoke?”
Oh of course he smokes. What better way to start the morning than with cigarettes and motherfucking beer.
Not that he said any of that out loud. He didn’t want to die.
“Um…it’s your apartment so…”
The stranger shrugged, reaching over to the nightstand, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it behind a cupped palm. “Bothered you last night so I figured I’d ask.”
Last night?
Oikawa could feel his hands start to sweat. “Um, what exactly…happened?”
The stranger blew out some smoke. “You really don’t remember, Tooru?”
He froze. Why was this guy calling him by his given name?
“H-How do you—I don’t even know you—”
The stranger looked him up and down, before blowing out some more smoke. “So you don’t even know my name?”
Oikawa shifted.
The stranger scoffed. “Iwaizumi Hajime.”
Tooru nodded.
“You’re a typical rich kid aren’t you?”
Tooru could start to feel his heart pound, “I’m not really—”
“I’ll tell ya what. Buy me cigarettes for the rest of the month and I won’t leak these pictures. You got a reputation, don’t you?”
Oh.
He definitely shouldn’t have held down his vomit for so long.
It’s a miracle he even made it to the bathroom, let alone the toilet, before all hell broke loose, his legs trembling even though they were folded beneath him, the sour taste poisoning his mouth.
Iwaizumi was standing in the doorway, showing off tan skin covered only by a black pair of boxers. His arms were folded as he watched Oikawa hurl into the toilet. “You don’t drink much, do you?”
Tooru coughed, not really wanting to breathe because the more he breathed the more he could taste and god it was just so bad—
He hurled again, spitting into the bowl. “Yesterday…that was my first and last time.” He groaned, flushing the toilet and shuffling over to the sink to rinse his mouth.
Iwaizumi scoffed, shaking his head, “All you rich kids are the same.”
Oikawa glared at him. “Meaning?”
“You can’t take jack shit.”
Oikawa was going to refute that, but his legs started to shake again, and if he was gonna throw up all over again then he wasn’t sure anything he said would be able to prove the stranger otherwise.
Wait. Wait wait wait wait, didn’t his guy mention something about pictures a few moments before?
“Um, about what you said?”
“My offer, you mean?”
Oikawa swallowed. “If you don’t have any proof of anything—I can’t even remember last night so for all I know—”
The stranger pulled out his phone, swiping across the screen a few times, before holding it up to Oikawa’s face.
That was most definitely a penis.
“What the fuck!” Oikawa tried to snatch the phone away, but Iwa evaded him, holding Tooru back and keeping his phone out of reach. “You seriously don’t remember dude?” He laughed, “That’s so weak! How much did you drink?”
“A lot ok!” Oikawa continued to struggle, “If that gets out I—”
“What, everyone will know you’re gay?”
“I’m not gay!!” He screeched, “You’re lying! That can’t be me! We definitely didn’t—I was with a girl—”
“Dude. Those marks on your neck are mine.”
“I’m telling you I’m not g—”
Oikawa was grabbed by the front of his shirt with a certain kind of strength that made both his stomach and heart race, his mouth falling onto the stranger’s lips.
Oh.
Fuck.
No no no nononononononononono no no no no no why did that feel familiar? There was no way in hell that could feel familiar. There was no way Oikawa would ever kiss another guy, no way he would— but then why was he getting random flashes of low moans and a dark room, his own soft giggles and wait— he didn’t giggle just what in the fuck—
“Not as gross as I thought.”
“Huh?” Oikawa stood bewildered, looking at the stranger with wide eyes and heavy pants.
“You just threw up and all.”
“Oh.” Oikawa said, figuring that was reasonable enough. Whoa, what? Reasonable, what the hell-- “Wait—”
“Like I said, cigarettes for a month and I’ll delete the picture.”
Oikawa could do nothing short of wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He definitely did not just think of that lingering smokey taste as pleasant. Especially since this guy, whoever he was, was seriously freaking threatening him right now--
“Oy,” the stranger barked, “We got a deal or what?”
God, what was this guy saying? Oikawa couldn’t even think straight. There was no way, absolutely no way— he was almost sure he would never— but that photo— wouldn’t his ass be hurting a lot more? Unless…Tooru was the one to stick in it? In which case that wouldn’t be as bad. Somehow it didn’t seem as gay. But no matter how he looked at it, even if the stranger was shorter than Oikawa, there was something about him that just screamed top. Had Oikawa seriously lost his other virginity and he didn’t even fucking remember?
Fuck.
“Fine just. Cigarettes. One month, and everything gets deleted. And no one can know about this. You can’t—you can’t tell anyone. One month and—”
“Yeah, yeah, I got it the first time. You go to Seijou right? That private school?”
Oikawa was just about ready to call the fucking cops. “How do you know that?!”
The stranger pointed to the edge of the bed, where Oikawa’s school jacket rested. “You were wearing your uniform.”
“Oh.”
That’s right, he thought, yesterday was Friday. “Well what does that matter?” He bit defensively.
Iwaizumi shrugged. “I’ll pick you up after school. I go through a lot of cigs.”
Oikawa’s mouth opened in horror. “You can’t do that! I can’t be seen with someone like you!”
“How the hell are you supposed to buy me what I want then?”
“I’ll, I’ll have it delivered—”
“Typical rich kid. Always looking for the easy way out—”
“Isn’t it bad enough you’re doing this?! Why do I have to—”
“I prefer the personal touch,” the stranger said easily, “But if you can’t handle that then I guess this picture is gonna get posted—”
“Fine!” Oikawa said a bit too quickly, stomping to the edge of the bed, snatching his jacket and then tossing it over his shoulders. “Do whatever the fuck you want!”
“I’ll hold you to that!” Iwaizumi shouted after him, but Oikawa was too pissed to care. He slammed the apartment door shut, the wind slapping his face as he stepped outside.
This was fucking ridiculous. But he couldn’t think about any of it right now. First and foremost he had to get home. Take a fucking shower. Maybe two. Or three. And then a bath and make sure his body wasn’t any more violated than he currently knew.
Iwa watched as that obnoxious brat of a kid not just left his apartment, but stomped out of it, as if he were throwing a tantrum.
Well, serves him right, Iwa thought. Maybe that was mean. But the guy deserved it, talking all high and mighty like he didn’t remember a goddamn thing. Acting all rich and spoiled and just…spoiled.
Well, he’d been pretty fucking spoiled last night too. But at least last night…
Aw damn. What was he doing? This was low, even for him. To be blackmailing a guy for…
Well it’s Tooru’s own goddamn fault for not realizing that picture wasn’t even him. Jeez, how stupid could you get? Besides, he was freaking asking for it, with all that bullshit last night.
But what had Hajime expected? All rich kids were the same. Especially rich guys. And this one didn’t even want to admit the fact that he was gay. Ok maybe not gay gay. Bi, at least, if yesterday was any indication. The guy was piss drunk but shit, this wasn’t one of those I’m curious scenarios.
Iwa-chan. More.
God what was he thinking? This spoiled ass kid adding a fucking -chan to the end of his name because Iwaizumi was ‘too long to say.’
Iwa slumped onto his bed, head in his hands. That guy was a damn siren. Seduction at it’s finest. What the hell had he gotten himself into? The kid was right, for them to be seen together would be weird at best, but Iwa couldn’t help it. He was pissed off.
Because this wasn’t a one night stand. Not even close. They didn’t do much more than make out. Well, Iwa made sure to leave his mark of course. He smirked at the thought of that guy's neck covered in bites. Ha, that was a good feeling.
But...
It’d been a long ass time since Iwa let anyone stay over without getting something in return.
And that was really fucking scary.
Christ what was he doing? Isn’t this the same situation with puppies? Like don’t play with them because then you’ll get attached or something like that. Why didn’t he just let the guy go? What was the point in it?
Not to mention the guy was a total baby. He’d had like three drinks. Fucking lightweight. And he was fucking whiney too, telling Iwa how to kiss, where to kiss, fucking demanding and entitled and spoiled as hell. And then the ass didn’t even wanna go home. Had clung to Iwa, wanting to sleep and ‘eat chips.’ And after whining and complaining and begging for food, and Iwa finally fucking bringing him some, the bastard was asleep.
And Iwa let him sleep.
Fuck.
He fell back onto his bed, spreading his arms out.
Maybe that was the problem. Maybe Iwa wanted to spoil this obnoxious brat of a human being. Probably because he was pretty. And Iwa was weak to pretty boys. Especially if they had a certain shine to them, and Oikawa definitely had his own spark.
It’s not like Oikawa was the first nice face he’d ever been with. Iwa had a bit of a record going. But he’d never not gotten laid before.
So that was new.
But Iwa liked new things. And this guy, this Oikawa Tooru, wasn’t just shiny and new.
He was also one hell of a good kisser.