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Hinata scrolled on his phone, looking at his bank account with a sinking feeling in his gut. 

See, the thing was, Hinata had been spending as conservatively as possible, but he was also prone to… short-sighted happiness. Kenma was a good sponsor, the best even, but he wasn’t paying Hinata to go to Brazil and fuck around. He paid for the court time, uniform, the volleyballs, etc, but what he didn’t pay for far exceeded what he did. Hinata didn’t want to be that friend that begged Kenma for money when he was supposed to be finding his own way. 

“You look worried,” Nice said, sliding a glass of guaraná juice across the counter. 

“Oh.” Hinata looked up from his phone, his eyes flicking between Heitor and his girlfriend. “It’s nothing much.” He hated to worry people. He’d been the one to leave Japan and move all the way to Brazil to pursue beach volleyball as a career. It didn’t seem fair to then complain to them about his financial issues. Besides, it seemed rude to dump all this on a couple he’d known for only a couple weeks. Heitor was a great partner in the sand, but they were still figuring out their friendship. 

Nice smacked Heitor’s shoulder and the man leaned forward to get Hinata’s attention. “Come on, you can tell us! We’re partners!” 

It was sweet and it made Hinata smile even if it also made his chest ache thinking about the man he used to call his partner. He knew, deep down, that he and Kageyama were still partners, if in a different way. It still felt weird not to stand on the same court as him. Hell, he didn’t really even stand on a court at all. Was sand still considered court? Hinata let out a sigh. “It’s fine, really. I’m just looking at maybe being a little short on rent. But it’s no big deal… I’ll just have to ask Kenma for a bit of a loan,” Hinata said, giving into the questioning. After all, how was he going to create a better friendship if not by opening up a little. 

“I thought you were kicking ass at delivery?” Nice asked, head cocked slightly to the left. 

Hinata shrugged. “Well, I can only deliver when I’m not at practice and it kind of depends on what gets ordered, you know?”

Nice looked at Heitor and raised an eyebrow. “Well, I mean, I do know a place that’s hiring.” 

“I can’t work during the day!” Hinata bemoaned, flopping backwards in his seat. Unbeknownst to him, Heitor and Nice were having an entirely silent conversation right in front of him, Heitor begging Nice not to tell Hinata what he thought she was going to tell him while Nice figured it would be a fun practical joke. 

After all, Hinata would never keep a male entertainment job, right?

Hinata stepped into the bar and his eyes suddenly went wide as he was met with half naked men and women everywhere . He was pretty sure he saw less skin on the beach. 

“Oh, fresh meat?” One girl said, running her long nails down his arm as she stalked past in what Hinata was pretty sure constituted lingerie, though it wasn’t like he had any experience in that area… 

“Oh, um, excuse me?” Hinata asked, catching the dancer off guard as he inquired about the job opening.

Eventually he found the door marked ‘ escritório ’ and knocked. 

Hinata returned to the apartment he shared with Pedro that evening feeling enlightened about an entirely new area of Brazil. When Pedro saw the distracted look on his face, he snapped to get his attention. “You good?” 

“Do you know what pole dancing is?” Hinata asked. 

Pedro’s eyes got wide before he snapped his gaze back to his manga, assuming that Hinata was just incredibly horny from going to a club for the first time. 

Really though, Hinata was wondering how they did it. 

Sure, there was the nudity aspect of it, but more than that, it just looked fun. The way that some of the people were able to lift their whole bodies with their arms and swing around or move with just one leg securely wrapped around the pole. It was fascinating . Hinata was a fit man, he had strong arms and thighs, a strong core, but even he struggled to do pull-ups and the like. Surely, pole dancing had to be hard… right?

He learned pretty quickly that it was hard, but a couple of the self proclaimed ‘older gays’ were more than willing to take on the task of teaching him the routines. 

He fell more than a few times in his first lesson, but each time he hit the floor on his ass he couldn’t help but laugh. 

It was fun . 

The people were fun, the music and energy were fun, plus, the more he practiced the better he got. Even just within the span of an hour or so. 

“So,” Nice started. “You took the job?” 

Hinata nodded. “Thank you for recommending it to me!”

Heitor sighed and tossed the volleyball between his hands. “You know, Shouyou, she was just joking before. I think she was counting on your less than perfect Portuguese to play a prank. You weren’t supposed to actually become a stripper.” 

“I’m not stripping, I’m just dancing,” Hinata clarified. He finished tying his shoes and stood up so he and Heitor could make their way onto the court, a friendly match between friends. “It’s really fun and it’s a great workout.” 

Heitor snorted. “All your jobs are a workout! Volleyball, delivery, and now pole dancing , all workouts.” 

Hinata couldn’t argue with that, but there was something about pole dancing that was fundamentally different from the other two. He loved volleyball, he wanted to play for the rest of his life, the delivery job was good, but the pole dancing… it made him feel… sexy? Hinata wasn’t used to feeling that way. It was erotic, though he had a feeling it only felt that way because of the stigma of it. “I’m not very good at it yet, but the others are giving me lessons and the owner said I can use the backroom to practice anytime I want!”

“You’re something else,” Heitor says, laughing lightly.

“Kageyama!” Hinata yelled, getting the other’s attention over the noise of the crowded street. 

Kageyama turned his attention towards Hinata and jogged awkwardly until they were standing face to face. “Hey,” Kageyama greeted, lamely in Hinata’s opinion. 

“How was the Olympics!? Man, I’m so jealous!”

Kageyama smirked. “Maybe you’d have gone if you stayed in Japan.” 

Hinata smirked back. “Come on, I’ll show you to my home, you can drop your luggage then I can show you the powers of beach volleyball!” 

Hinata grinned triumphantly when Kageyama tripped again in the sand. He hadn’t believed Hinata when he’d talked about how different beach volleyball was, but the fact that they had to defend the court with just two people. Hinata had played two on two plenty while in training camps, but the solid floor was gone, replaced with shifting sand. It was abrasive and moved sometimes in unexpected ways. 

“I win,” Hinata said, looking down at Kageyama with a smirk, holding the volleyball in his hands. 

“Yeah, fine, whatever, I still have more total wins,” Kageyama said, pushing himself out of the sand. Before he could get too far up though, Hinata flopped down. “Besides, it was hardly a fair fight with it just being one on one. Normal rules don’t apply.” 

Hinata laughed loudly and bumped their shoulders together. “Fine, I could call up Heitor and Nice. You could partner with Heitor for a game and I could partner with Nice,” Hinata said slowly, but the slight scowl slowly taking over Kageyama’s face betrayed Kageyama. “ Or , we could spend this time with just us and you can try to beat me at beach volleyball another time.” 

Kageyama’s silence was all the answer Hinata needed and he chuckled, standing up and holding his hand out to help Kageyama up out of the sand. 

“Let’s get some food and I can show you the sights.” 

Kageyama nodded and followed behind, his fingers taking a beat longer than usual to let go of Hinata’s hand. As soon as they were gone, Hinata missed them. 

They hit the street with Hinata in the lead. After stopping at a street vendor that knew Hinata by name, they managed to walk away a couple dollars lighter. Hinata turned and walked backwards, wanting to watch Kageyama try his first bite of a mortadella sandwich. 

“What’s wrong?” Hinata asked, watching Kageyama struggle. 

“It’s not… rude?” 

Hinata’s face broke into a wide smile and he shook his head. “Nope, people eat and walk all the time here. Come on, try the sandwich!” Just in case Kageyama didn’t like the mortadella sandwich, they’d also gotten a hot dog. 

Kageyama paused another moment before biting into the sandwich, his eyes sliding shut, his brow pinched. “Mmm,” he groaned, quickly taking another bite. 

Hinata grinned. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” 

They spent the rest of the day walking around and seeing the sights. There was a lot to see and do in Rio de Janeiro, more to taste and smell. It was a fully immersive experience and by the time they finally made it back to the apartment he shared with Pedro, they were both exhausted. Hinata yawned loudly as he shoved open the door. “Pedro!” He cheered, seeing his roommate sitting on the couch reading One Piece. 

Pedro’s head snapped up when his name was called and he offered Hinata a smile, his eyes shifting to Kageyama. “You must be Tobio,” Pedro said, offering a wave. “Welcome to Brazil.”

Taken aback by the Japanese, Kageyama panicked and bowed. “Nice to meet you.” 

Hinata laughed and karate chopped the back of Kageyama’s head lightly. “Come on.” 

They’d been at the apartment for such a brief time earlier, just to drop off luggage, that Kageyama hadn’t had any time to look around. But he was definitely looking now and Hinata was content to let him look as he dug around for a change of clothes. “So, I have to go to work tonight, you can just chill here. I’m sure you’re exhausted from playing in the Olympics .” His tone was teasing, but he was a little tense. 

He and Kageyama texted and called frequently enough, but he’d been a bit embarrassed to talk about the money issue. So he definitely hadn’t admitted he took a job pole dancing . And, sure, it was just dancing in short shorts, but there was still such a stigma on the dancers, especially in Japan. 

And Kageyama thought eating and walking was rude. 

“You have another job?” Kageyama asked, turning to look at him. “And it starts after,” he looked at his watch, “eight at night?” 

Hinata was floundering. He’d wanted to take the week off so that Kageyama didn’t find out. Hinata didn’t necessarily feel much shame about his job around his Brazilian friends, but his Japanese friends might not take too kindly to it. And he liked Kageyama. 

His silence was suspicious and Kageyama got into his space. “Why don’t we hang out a little longer.” 

It wasn’t a question and Hinata felt he couldn’t do anything other than comply. He sighed with his entire body. “Fine, fine.” 

If there was an upside to bringing Kageyama to his job, it was that he at least got to see Kageyama’s reaction to walking into a club like his. Kageyama’s face went tomato-red as he tried to avert his gaze from the men and women on stage. “So, you’re what, a bartender?” 

“Ah, not quite .”

“Shouyou, who was that hottie you brought in?” One of his coworkers and mentors said when he stepped into the backroom. 

“He’s my friend from Japan,” he said honestly, stepping up to his locker and beginning to change. “He’s here for the Olympics.” 

“ Just a friend?” Another coworker chimed in.

Hinata chuckled, his smile strained. “Yup!”

Kageyama felt so out of his depth sitting in a seat far too close to the scantily clad people on the stage. Maybe it was the volleyball freak in him, but Kageyama hadn’t really taken the time to explore sex and dating, always too busy trying to stay at the top of his game. Trying to stay one step ahead of Hinata.

Seeing him play on the beach so easily and carefree had been an experience. He looked happy here in Brazil. On some level that hurt. They were supposed to be rivals, but right now it seemed they weren’t even playing the same sport anymore. 

Kageyama cast his gaze around the club again, looking for where Hinata had disappeared to. He said he wasn’t a bartender, so what other options were there? He was probably too small to be a bouncer, even if Kageyama was fairly sure, if push came to shove, Hinata could handle himself. What did that leave?

He didn’t have to wait all that long to figure it out though. 

And oh boy did he figure some shit out. 

Hinata’s nerves were at an all time high knowing that Kageyama was out in the crowd. He was only expected to work four hours three days a week, just filling in the gaps in the current rotation of male dancers, especially since the establishment prides itself on catering to “every taste”. 

He took a deep breath as his song started up and he stepped out onto the stage. He could see Kageyama from his pole and while it seemed to take almost a full minute of his routine before Kageyama risked a quick glance at the stage, once Kageyama had seen him, he had his full, undivided attention. 

It was pretty impossible to do his job entirely without looking at the patrons, and most of the time he didn’t mind it, but it felt both impossible to take his eyes off Kagayama, and incredibly difficult to meet his gaze. 

His song eventually ended and Hinata hopped off the pole and hurried to the back room. His face was flaming. He wasn’t sure he’d felt such intensity out of Kageyama since their first year in high school. His gaze had been piercing. 

“Good job out there,” Luis said, patting him on the back as he walked past to take up the stage. Hinata squeaked out a ‘thanks’ before rushing out to the bar to serve some drinks while he wanted for his next dance. If he strategically avoided Kageyama, well, who could tell?

Nice and Heitor had come to see him dance once, on his very first time on stage and it hadn’t been half as embarrassing. Maybe it was because they hadn’t looked at him like that . 

Four and a half hours after they arrived, Hinata and Kageyama left the bar in complete silence. Hinata couldn’t tell if Kageyama was mad or not, but he also didn’t want to poke the bear. The entire walk back the only words spoken were the ones Hinata spoke when Kageyama tried to cross the road only looking in the direction he expected traffic to be coming. Hinata had grabbed his arm. “They drive on the right here.” 

They finally stepped into the apartment and Hinata led the way to his room. “You want first shower?” 

“Sure,” Kageyama said, taking an offered towel. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something, his blue eyes staring daggers at Hinata, but eventually he shifted. “Which way?” 

Kageyama felt out of sorts with this new side of Hinata. Somewhere deep inside, Kageyama had always thought there was a high probability that he was gay, but he’d never dated. Never saw the need when his sole focus was volleyball. He didn’t feel like he was alone in that, there were plenty of other professional players that he knew that hadn’t dated either. 

Then again, there were plenty that did . 

As he stepped under the spray of hot water, Kageyama grabbed his phone but he couldn’t manage to word how he was feeling. Besides, Ushijima was famously pretty bad at handling his own emotions. He wasn’t likely to give good advice. 

Kageyama let his forehead fall forward against the cool shower tiles. He closed his eyes and was met with flashes of memories, exposed skin, thumping music, and Hinata’s thick thighs wrapped around a pole. He shuddered as he imagined what else they could be wrapped around. 

When Kageyama stepped out of the bathroom nearly an entire hour after going in, he just hoped that the shame of jerking off to his best friend wasn’t palpable on him. 

Hinata sat on his bed kicking his feet for the first fifteen minutes of Kageyama’s shower before he got bored. With a sigh he got up and puttered around his room, tidying up. His room wasn’t very messy because he didn’t have a whole lot of stuff with him in Brazil. Finally, Kageyama emerged from the bathroom. He was still startlingly quiet, but Hinata gave him space. For now. 

He looked at the bed. “Just uh, a reminder, we don’t have a spare bed.” 

Kageyama looked like a deer in headlights at the reminder that they’d agreed to share the bed all the way back when Hinata had suggested Kageyama visit him after the Olympics. At the time it hadn’t seemed like all that big of a deal even if the bed was small. They’d shared small quarters at away games for years by then, they’d even shared a larger-than-average futon once when Kageyama had gone with Hianta to visit in grandmother only for her to drop the bomb on them that she only had one futon after they arrived late in the day. 

“You can go to sleep now, I’ll join you after my shower.” Hinata left without any more words exchanged between them. When he returned twenty minutes later, Kageyama was already sleeping, his forehead pressed against the wall snoring. Hinata smiled to himself as he flicked off the bedside lamp and made himself comfortable in the last bit of free space on the bed. If he intentionally scooted a little closer to Kageyama’s back than he needed to, who was there to call him out?

Hinata stirred when the bed moved, mumbling incoherently and rolling on his side. He vaguely felt a weight shift over him before he was out cold again. The next time he woke up, it was to the shrill ringing of his cell phone. He blinked blearily at the screen, processing the name ‘BAKEYAMA’. “Kageyama?” 

“I’m lost.” 

HInata blinked twice at the wall across from the end of his bed, his sleep-addled brain taking a long moment to process the information. “Where are you?” 

Hinata heard the loud crackling sigh through the receiver. “If I knew that, I wouldn’t be lost. Would I? Dumbass.” 

Yawning loudly, Hinata rolled his neck back, staring at the ceiling instead. “Calling me for help, waking me up , then calling me names? You don’t sound all that lost to me.” Hinata hung up the phone and tilted his neck back down to look at it, waiting for it to ring again. 

“Sorry,” Kageyama said the second Hinata answered. “I’m not sure where I am. Everything is in Portuguese.” 

“Hmm, describe what you see.” 

Kageyama was silent for a moment. “Okay, well, it looks a little run down. I’m standing next to a long pinkish wall on one side and across from me is a blue striped wall.”

“More.” 

“Uh, short houses, the lot next to the house with pink is empty and overgrown. There’s a tree with pink flowers right next to a tree with red flowers and they seem to be the only trees on this street. I can see the mountains in the distance. Hinata, I’m running out of things to describe here.” 

Hinata hummed, his eyes closed as he tried to think back to all his delivery jobs. “How’d you get there?” 

“I was running. I left at… probably five.” 

Hinata pulled the phone from his ear to check the time. It was almost six. Based on how fast he knew Kageyama could run, there was still only so far he could go. “I think I might know where you are. Run straight away from the mountains and you’ll eventually find yourself at the beach. If you’re running straight and you come across a line of houses blocking your path go left or right but turn down the next street still heading away from the mountains. I’ll be there in a bit.” All of a sudden, Hinata was so grateful that he had a delivery job, even if he was making fewer and fewer deliveries. 

“You don’t want me to stay right where I am?” 

“I mean, you could , but If you just head for the beach we can probably get there around the same time.” 

Kageyama thought it over for a minute before sighing. “Fine. I’ll try to meet you at the beach.” 

Hinata pulled himself out of his bed and made his way to the dresser, pulling on tights under his running shorts and a long sleeve shirt to combat the chilly morning air. He took the stairs two at a time and got on his scooter, taking off as fast as he dared as he made his way towards where he thought he’d find Kageyama. 

It took nearly twenty minutes to find his friend even after he made it to the beach, manoeuvring his scooter up and down the road looking for Kageyama, the main issue was that he had no idea what Kageyama had been wearing when he left. He did eventually find him though. “You could have just waited for me to go on your run,” Hinata pointed out. 

“Didn’t think I’d end up getting lost,” Kageyama admitted. “Besides, you were sleeping pretty sound and you work a lot of hours… I didn’t want to disturb you.” 

Hinata smiled and patted the back seat of the scooter. “Come on, let’s get breakfast and I can tote you around on this thing so we can see even more than yesterday!” 

Kageyama hummed, looking down at his sweaty clothes. “I think I should change.” Honestly, Kageyama had mostly dried while he was standing around waiting for Hinata to find him, but he knew he had to smell. 

“Okay, we’ll grab something close to the apartment and we can eat there before we head back out, sound good?” 

“Sure.” 

On their way, Hinata paid for two acai bowls from a street vendor on a local beach and made Kageyama carry them as he got them the rest of the way back safely. “Go change,” Hinata said, taking the breakfast and making his way towards the kitchen. “You want coffee?”

“No thanks,” Kageyama replied from behind Hinata’s closed door.

Hinata fixed up the coffee pot to only brew enough for himself. It wasn’t something he needed for energy, but it was something he got accustomed to drinking after Pedro showed him how to make good coffee. Back in Japan, Hinata had never been interested in touching it at all, but now it was just part of the daily routine. 

When Kageyama returned, Hinata slid his breakfast across the table along with a glass of milk, which he knew Kageyama liked. 

By quarter past seven they were back outside and on the scooter, flying down the sidestreets. Kageyama seemed content to hold onto the back of the scooter until Hinata hit a nasty pothole that almost sent the setter flying off the back of the bike. Hinata forced himself to keep his cool as he felt Kageyama’s hands suddenly fly to his waist, holding on like his life depended on it. Which, admittedly, it might. 

In the few months Hinata had lived in the city, he’d gotten comfortable. He had learned most of the landscape even if he was still working on learning the language better. He could get around with his passable English, but there were still plenty of mom-and-pop stores where the clerks only spoke Portuguese. 

As they wandered, going from beach to market, to cathedral, Hinata picked up most of the conversation, filling in Kageyama in Japanese when they had to speak Portuguese and letting him figure it out himself when they spoke English. In the late afternoon they made their way to the beach where Heitor and Nice were waiting for them for their rematch. 

Even though they were both exhausted from staying up too late, getting up too early, and doing too many things, both of them seemed to reinvigorate themselves for the sport they’d both dedicated their lives to. Hinata caught the ball when Heitor tossed it to him, walking backwards away from Kageyama. “Like I said yesterday, you can play with Heitor since he’s a pro and you’re just a newby,” Hinata taunted. “I’ll play with Nice.” 

She smiled and waved to Kageyama. 

They played for hours. It took Kageyama about four matches to really get the feel for the sand and start playing like himself. Once he hit his stride, Hinata and Nice could hardly keep up with two professional players. Hinata fell back into the sand with a grin, spreading his arms wide. 

“I win,” Kageyama said, coming to stand next to Hinata, looking down at him. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Hinata said, his smile easy. “Hard, huh? If I didn’t have such good reflexes I think the transition would be way harder.” 

Kageyama sat down next to him, watching Nice and Heitor flirt as they stood a few meters away, Heitor kicking sand at his girlfriend. “Why’d you take that job?” 

Hinata hummed. There really wasn’t any question as to what Kageyama was talking about, he knew why he’d come to Brazil to learn volleyball. He also knew why he was a delivery-person. “It started as a joke,” Hinata started, tilting his head to watch Kageyama, even as the younger man’s eyes stayed on the couple near them. “I was complaining that my sponsorship didn’t cover enough expenses and the delivery job wasn’t filling in the gap. Nice had jokingly offered that job, though I didn’t know it was pole-dancing at the time, she told me in Portuguese and I didn’t understand. When I got there I thought maybe it was a job waiting tables or something.” Hinata laughed, shaking his head. “But a lot of the dancers there look like they’re having a great time and some of the men who work there kind of offered to train me. So… I went with it. Then I found out that pole-dancing is really fun.” Kageyama finally looked at him and Hinata wiggled his nose at him. “Could do without the people ogling me, but it’s not so bad and the money is good.”

Kageyama huffed. “Do people… proposition you?” 

“Not really,” Hinata answered. “Sometimes, but I mean… for the most part no. We aren’t a strip club so a lot of the customers know that the workers aren’t for hire.” He pulled himself out of the sand and brushed himself off. “Come on, you’ve got an early flight tomorrow.” 

As much as Hinata would have loved for Kageyama to be able to stay much longer than the measly day and a half he was there, he had come to Brazil for the Olympics and he had a team and a schedule to get back to in Japan. So, the next morning the pair woke early and got ready before Hinata saw Kageyama off at the front of the apartment. He’d have brought Kageyama to the airport if he had somewhere to put the luggage, but unfortunately the scooter wasn’t big enough for that. 

“Bye, Bakayama,” he said, smiling despite the tightness in his chest. 

Kageyama faltered at the cab door, looking over Hinata for a long moment. “See you soon,” he finally answered, ducking into the cab and shutting the door. 

Hinata watched as the cab pulled away, taking the man he longed for back to Japan. He’d always hoped that the distance would make having a crush on Kageyama easier, make it fade some. 

It didn’t. 

Hinata toyed a bit with potentially going home for the short few weeks in the Summer when they didn’t have practice or matches, but Hinata didn’t want to spend the money on plane tickets. In the grand scheme of things, the cost really wasn’t terrible, but Hinata wasn’t sure he was ready to face the homesickness when he came back. 

He’d struggled hard with being away from his friends and family in a country with unfamiliar faces, languages, and places. Even the food was so drastically different that Hinata couldn’t even find someplace to easily get an authentic Japanese home cooked meal. He’d spent the year getting used to, and enjoying, Brazilian food. He didn’t want to accidentally set himself back by visiting Japan. 

Plus there was his other job . 

As they got closer to Christmas and New Year’s, the club got busier and busier with foreign patrons. It was nerve-wracking having to use so much more English, but he was at least finally getting good at Portuguese. His shifts were longer and tended to leave him a bit more drained, but overall, the experience was a good thing. Plus, now that Kageyama knew about his job, every once in a while, in a manic attempt to get some sort of reaction out of the other, he’d send him a short video of a new move he learned. 

Unfortunately, Kageyama rarely provided much entertainment value in the form of his responses. 

“I’m just saying, I think you should come visit in June!” Hinata said, holding the phone to his ear as he folded clothes. “You can’t come in March, I have a tournament in March.” 

Kageyama huffed. “I don’t know if I can get any time off in June.” His voice trailed off like he pulled his phone away from his ear, probably to look up a schedule. “What week?”

Hinata looked at his own calendar, though it was on his wall. “The first one,” he answered. 

“I’ll have to make sure it’s okay with my coach, but it looks like we don’t have any competitions until the end of the month.” Kageyama paused. “Why June?” 

“It’s cooler than right now and I don’t have anything going on and there’s this super cool parade I want to bring you to!” 

“You want me to fly all the way across the world for a parade ?” Kageyama asked, incredulous. 

“ No ,” Hinata stressed. “I want you to fly all the way across the world to visit me . And while you’re visiting me we can go to the parade.” He heard Kageyama sigh and could practically see his eyes roll even though they were nowhere near one another. “Come on, Kenma flew all the way here to see me!” 

“The JVB paid for that trip because Kuroo wanted to make it happen.” 

“He’d have come to see me anyway,” Hinata said, dismissive of Kageyama’s comment. “Make sure you book your flight early.” 

“Mhmm,” Kageyama hummed. 

Summer in Brazil seemed to fly by and before Hinata knew it, they were deep in the trenches of competition season. He barely had time to think of anything outside of volleyball. He even dropped down to just a single four hour shift at the club so he didn’t fall behind in his practice. Heitor and him were kicking ass in the competitions and he couldn’t afford to slack off. 

After all, he had a lifelong competition to win.

He hadn’t realized just how far he’s fallen behind in his normal socialization until Kageyama called him towards the end of March.

“Yama!” Hinata greeted, slightly out of breath since he’d been out on a run when the call came through. “Unusual for you to call, what’s up?” 

Silence reigned supreme long enough for Hinata to wonder if it were an accidental dial, but then Kageyama finally spoke. He sounded sleepy. “Just making sure you’re alive.”

Hinata chuckled, checking the time and realizing that since it was midday that meant it was midnight back home. “Of course I’m alive! I won’t disappear that easily.” 

“It’s just… been a while since we talked.” 

Hinata stopped walking and blinked twice. “Hold on,” he mumbled, pulling the phone back and bringing up their chat and call history. Just as Kageyama said, it had been a while. Almost three weeks since Hinata reached out last. He put his phone back to his ear and smiled. “You always complain that I annoy you,” he pointed out. 

Kageyama was silent again for a long moment. “You’re not terrible all the time.” 

“Such high praise!” Hinata laughed, picking up a light jog. “Sorry I didn’t realize it had been quite so long since we talked. I’ve been super busy with the competition season.” 

“‘T’s not like I missed you or anything,” Kageyama muttered. 

Hinata grinned, wide enough to hurt, his chest filled with warmth. “Sure, so how’ve you been?”

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June came quickly and as Hinata stared down the updated competition schedule, Nice set down a glass of juice for him. “You guys have been busy,” she pointed out. 

Hinata glanced up at her and smiled. “It’s been fun though, Heitor is a great partner.” 

“We’re just glad you’re willing to pair with anyone,” she admitted. If it hadn’t been for Hinata’s flexibility in partnering with anyone who asked, her and Heitor might have ended up in a bit of a difficult financial situation. “Plus you’re really good.” 

Hinata laughed. “Heitor is too,” he said. “It’s too bad we missed the qualification for international competition.” 

“You’d have ended up back in Japan for the competition, right?” 

“Yeah,” Hinata said, nodding. “I was really hoping we’d make it.”

“Your friend is visiting though, that’s good.”

Hinata smiled knowing that within a few hours Kageyama would be landing at the airport. Heitor had even offered to pick him up from the airport while Hinata was at work. Plus, Pedro would be at the apartment. With a twelve hour time difference, Hinata expected Kageyama to pass out the moment he arrived. 

The real fun would start tomorrow. 

When Hinata dragged his butt through the apartment door that evening, he was greeted with the vision of Kageyama passed out on the couch, a blanket thrown haphazardly over him. Pedro was standing in the kitchen washing dishes. “He insisted that he would wait up for you,” Pedro said. 

Hinata bit his lip and made his way to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. 

“You guys… are… are you two a thing ?” 

Hinata nearly choked on his water, breathing it in when the question startled him. “ What ?!” 

Pedro raised his hands. “I mean, I don’t think I have any friends who I’d fly across the world to see,” he said, “so I just thought, maybe, you guys were dating.” 

Hinata’s face was hot and he turned his back to Pedro to try and hide just how embarrassed he felt. “No, no, we’re uh, we’re just friends.” 

Pedro poked his head around Hinata, forcing his way into Hinata’s field of vision with an unimpressed look. “But you want to be more,” he said matter-of-factly. 

“I…” Hinata looked at Pedro. He couldn’t lie to him. “Yeah. I do.” 

Pedro snorted and clapped Hinata on the back, giving him a bit more room. “Well, considering he flew all the way here I’d say you’ve got a pretty good chance that he wants it too.” He paused as he reached to turn the sink back on. “Isn’t the flight like, thirty hours?” 

Hinata paused. “I think his flight was twenty-seven hours not including layovers.” 

“Well, I think you should ask him out. If a man is willing to sit on an airplane that long then he’s either insane or in love.” 

Hinata looked back toward the small couch not that far from them. “Is that fair? When I won’t be moving back home for at least nine months?”

“You’re both volleyball nuts, right? I doubt you’ll live in the same country for all of your careers anyway. Might as well start with long-distance.” 

“I’ll think about it,” he finally said, grabbing a second water bottle for Kageyama before making his way to the couch and rousing the sleeping setter. “Come on, Yama-yama, let’s head to bed.” 

“Mm,” Kageyama hummed, sleep still clogging his thoughts. “Welcome home.” 

“What are you wearing?” 

Hinata looked down at his outfit. “Ah, I didn’t actually tell you what parade we were going to, huh?” He asked, the picture of innocence, like he hadn’t done it intentionally.

“Does the type of parade have to do with the booty shorts?” 

Hinata snorted, never in his life imagining Kageyama using the word booty. “Yeah, it’s the gay pride parade! São Paulo has the largest Pride Parade in the world !” He turned his back to Kageyama to dig through his drawers for the skin-tight tank top he wore when practicing the pole. 

“Gay… pride?” Kageyama asked, his brows furrowed. 

Hinata paused and turned to look at Kageyama. “Yeah. I mean, that's okay, right?” 

“What?” 

“That I’m gay.” 

“Oh.” Kageyama was silent for a minute but Hinata just stared at him, unwilling to let him off the hook. “Uh, me too,” he finally muttered, refusing to meet Hinata’s eyes and scratching the back of his neck.

“Oikawa will be there.” 

“ What? ”

“Chibi-chan!” Oikawa yelled over the roar of the crowd. “Wow, I can’t believe you actually managed to get Tobio here,” Oikawa teased. “Iwa-chan refused my requests for him to come.” He grabbed his phone and pulled it out to show Hinata photos of Iwaizumi looking like a stereotypical frat boy surrounded by people dressed in drag. “But he’s at the California Pride so I guess I can forgive him this time.” As out of place as Iwaizumi looked in the photo, the large grin plastered on his face was more than enough proof that he was exactly where he wanted to be. 

“Ah, well flights must be expensive from the US, right?” 

Oikawa shrugged. “I think it was more that he’s only there for a short while and he wants to experience the 'American College Experience'™.” 

“Well, let’s go!” Hinata said, looping his arms though one of Kageyama’s arms and one of Oikawa’s. 

The club Hinata worked at actually had a float somewhere and while Hinata had been invited to be one of the dancers that year, he’d declined in order to spend the Sunday with Oikawa and Kageyama, even if Kageyama still wanted nothing to do with Oikawa. 

Oblivious to the tension, or just very good at ignoring it, Hinata abandoned the two together to head into a shop front. 

“So,” Oikawa said, turning his body towards Kageyama, his arms behind his back. “You and Chibi-chan, huh?” 

“What are you talking about?” Kageyama bit out. 

Oikawa snorted. “Yeah, figures that you’d be emotionally constipated. No space in your head for pesky feelings when there’s volleyball to fill the space.” He looked at Kageyama, taking in the general stiffness of his posture. 

“Why are you here?” Kageyama asked. 

“Why?” Oikawa repeated. “Because I’m in a relationship with a man. I belong here just as much as you do. Or Shoyou does.”

“Iwaizumi?” Kageyama guessed. 

“Bingo.” He turned his gaze back towards the shop where he could see Hinata through the glass talking animatedly with the cashier. “I know you’re an idiot, but even you’ve got to know that he isn’t going to wait for you forever. Someone will snag him up.” 

Tobio ground his teeth together. “Fuck off, Oikawa.”

“I’m back!” Hinata cheered, bursting through the door and handing both of them a Quindim or a custard tart. 

“Oh these look good!” Oikawa said, taking his with a quick thank-you. 

Kageyama took his own with a quiet thanks and the three walked on. Hinata was the main conversationalist, but Oikawa easily kept up.

Later, when Oikawa ran in to use the bathroom, Hinata bumped his shoulder against Kageyama’s. “You’re quiet.” 

“Why’d you invite Oikawa?” 

“I didn’t.” 

Kageyama paused. “What?” 

“He invited me,” Hinata clarified. “And it was kind of his idea to invite you to the parade. I didn’t know that São Paulo had this massive event every year. He’s lived in South America a little longer than I have. He came to this event last year too. If you’re really that uncomfortable we can split off from him. It’s just that… as far as I know he doesn’t have any other friends here .” 

“He’s gotta have friends in Argentina,” Kageyama pointed out. 

Hinata scoffed. “Sure, but they aren’t in Brazil right now . Come on, it’s one day out of the six days you’re gonna be here. Loosen up.” He elbowed Kageyama again, who sighed. 

“Fine, but tomorrow I get you to myself.” 

Hinata bit his lip and fought to keep the megawatt grin he felt bubbling under the surface from taking over his whole face. “Sure thing.”

By the time the parade was coming to a close, Hinata was absolutely covered in glitter and had more than his fair share of fun in getting that glitter all over Kageyama. The three of them made their way to the airport directly after the parade. Most people who went all the way to São Paulo planned to stay the night, but the flight back to Rio de Janeiro was only an hour long so they planned to head back the same night. For Oikawa, his flight back to Buenos Aires was only three hours, so he too decided to head back the same night. Beat the hell out of trying to book a room with such a massive event going on. 

When Hinata and Kageyama finally got back to Rio de Janeiro it was nearly three in the morning. Wordlessly, they made their way to Hinata’s parked scooter. “You wanna see where I practice my dancing?” 

Kageyama seemed to be half asleep on the back of the bite, his chin resting on Hinata’s shoulder. “Aren’t you tired yet?” 

“Yeah, but the studio will definitely be empty right now.” 

Kageyama sighed and tightened his arms around Hinata’s midsection. “Fine.” 

Within half an hour Hinata was pulling up to the darkened studio. He parked the bike and pulled his keys out of the ignition, using the scarce street lights to find the one that unlocked the door to the studio. He’d been given a key simply because of his weird and busy schedule. The manager was a nice older man and he’d taken a liking to Hinata’s over-exuberant personality.

“Come on in,” Hinata said, turning on the lights. The whole back wall was made of mirrors so that the dancers could see themselves and tweak their moves to look more sensual. There were also four poles in a line with plenty of space between them for two people to be dancing. “I’m gonna change real quick,” Hinata said, disappearing through a door marked ‘vestiários’. 

While Hinata was gone, Kageyama looked around the large room. There wasn’t much going on if he were being honest, but there were posters plastered to the wall that wasn’t made of mirrors. He just couldn’t read any of them. 

Hinata didn’t take that long to change but Kageyama wasn’t paying any attention, his eyes locked outside. It was winter in Brazil this time of year, so the sun wasn’t rising yet, it was only four, but the sky had entered that phase of weird brightness before the sunrise. Twilight looked good on the city. Kageyama was at least partially sleeping on his feet so when the beat of an unfamiliar song in an unfamiliar language started playing behind him he startled. 

He turned around and nearly fainted at the sight of Hinata in what had to be a thong under those short black shorts. It was pretty much exactly what Hinata had worn on stage back in August. Black shorts, garter-type things, and a skin-tight black crop top. He coughed and turned his attention to the posters. “Aren’t you cold?” 

“Not really,” Hinata said. “It’s like twenty degrees outside.” He stepped up to the pole. “Aren’t you the least bit interested in this?”

Kageyama could feel the flames licking up his neck and cheeks, but he forced himself to watch Hinata casually spinning around the pole, his feet just wrapped around the base of it. He wasn’t doing anything spectacular at all. “I am unfortunately very interested in seeing this,” he admitted, though he was kind of hoping the music would be too loud for him to be heard. 

Luck must not have been on Kageyama’s side because Hinata’s eyes went wide, his lips parted and a slight flush crawled across his cheeks. It didn’t stay long as it was quickly replaced by a look of pure determination. “Come here, stand here,” Hinata said, dragging Kageyama over to stand a short distance away from the pole. 

Somehow it was simultaneously more and less embarrassing to do his routine with just Kageyama’s eyes on him. He was emboldened by the flush climbing Kageyama’s cheeks and the way his eyes didn’t leave his body. 

By the time the final beats of the song played, Hinata was sweating slightly and panting but neither of those things stopped him from finishing by leaning backwards past the pole so he was looking up slightly at Kageyama. Only then, when Hinata made eye contact, did Kageyama stubbornly look away from him. Hinata slowly straightened back up and turned to look at Kageyama. “Well, I guess you liked it,” he teased, using his eyes to convey what he meant. 

Kageyama was hard in his shorts. 

It sent a thrill through Hinata’s stomach. He took a deep breath, bracing himself before putting himself out there. He stepped closer, into Kageyama’s personal bubble. “We could… do something about that. If you want.” 

Kageyama’s eyes widened and he looked away, clearing his throat and making space between them. 

Hinata tried not to let the hurt show, but he was sure he failed. 

“Don’t joke about this,” Kageyama bit out. 

“What makes you think I’m joking?” Hinata asked angrily, pissed that Kageyama would even assume that. 

“You seduce people for money, how am I supposed to trust that?” 

Hinata stood there with his mouth agape for a long minute before he huffed and stomped towards the dressing room. When he emerged a few minutes later in sweatpants he didn’t even look at Kageyama, pushing past him and out of the studio. 

Reluctantly, Kageyama followed. 

The rest of the evening was tense. It wasn’t until they got back and were going to have to squeeze into Hinata’s bed that Kageyama realized just how badly he’d fucked up. “Good night,” Hinata said, icy cold. 

“Where are you going?” Kageyama asked, standing by the bed. Hinata was already halfway out of the room. 

“Since I’m apparently such a whore, I figured maybe I could seduce Pedro into letting me sleep in there.” 

“Hinata,” Kageyama pleaded, taking three long strides across the room to catch Hinata’s wrist in his hand. “I’m sorry.” When Hinata made no move to turn around or otherwise acknowledge him, Kagayama took a deep breath. “I’ve been in love with you since our second year,” he mumbled, “I… I don’t know what I was thinking back there. I was being stupid and jealous.” 

Hinata finally turned to look at him, just a little. Enough to see that his eyes were glossy with unshed tears. “Why were you jealous? I did that for you . I propositioned you . I already told you that the club isn’t like that. We aren’t strippers or prostitutes.” 

“I know.” Kageyama pulled on Hinata’s wrist until the other relented and turned towards him fully. “I'm sorry,” He said again. “I promise that I didn’t mean it. Please come to bed.”

Hinata glanced past Kageyama to the bed. “Okay,” he said quietly. He reached out and took Kageyama’s hand. “Did you mean what you said about… being in love with me?”

Kageyama blushed but he nodded, his normal glare making itself known again as he failed to hide his embarrassment. “For a long time now,” he admitted. “I was just too chicken shit to say anything. Then Oikawa today… and the dancing…”

“Oikawa?” He asked, tilting his head. “What’s he got to do with anything?” 

“He just… he said something today about you being snatched up. Got in my head about it, is all.” 

Hinata chuckled, pushing Kageyama back towards the bed. “Let’s just get some sleep for now, we can talk about all of this in the morning. Or, uh, whenever we wake up?” 

“Considering the sun is rising, I don’t think it will be morning .” 

“Just get in the damn bed.”

Kageyama huffed a laugh but he did get into bed, kicking his shorts off and making himself comfortable. Hinata surprised him by snuggling right in, but Hinata had always been a bit braver when it came to interpersonal shit than Kageyama ever would be. 

Surprisingly, they did actually talk about it. They woke up in the late afternoon and after they showered they headed out to a cute beach cafe that Hinata loved. It was usually pretty quiet despite being near the beach. They ordered before sitting down. 

Hinata reached across the table, his fingers gently touching Kageyama’s, who jerked back like he’d been shocked. Hinata tilted his head like a dog. “You know… being gay here isn’t illegal. It’s not frowned upon. It’s perfectly normal to see people just existing together.” 

Slowly, Kageyama reached out, letting Hinata hold his hand on the table. “Sorry,” he mumbled. 

Hinata squeezed Kageyama’s hand. “You know… I’ve been dreaming of this for so long it doesn’t even seem real.”

Kageyama huffed lightly. “Yeah. Same.” He squeezed Hinata’s hand. “I know that the long distance is probably gonna be hard, but if you’re willing to try so am I.” 

Hinata beamed. “I want to.” He leaned forward. “We have plenty of time before you leave too, then I’ll be back home in nine months or so.”

Nodding, Kageyama relaxed back into his seat, more than ready to let the conversation drift onto other subjects. 

Like volleyball. 

The two finally arrived back at the apartment after a short day of exploring and actually talking about their feelings, mostly about what it would mean to be long-distance, around seven in the evening. That mostly consisted of Hinata practically begging Kageyama to be the first one to reach out at least sometimes . Didn’t have to be always, Hinata was more than happy to lead in communication, it would just also be nice to feel it reciprocated. 

“I’m gonna take a shower,” Hinata said, slowly. He narrowed his eyes slightly at Kageyama to really try and push his point home. 

“Sure, I’ll shower after you,” Kageyama said, distractedly digging through his luggage. 

“I’ll be thorough!” Hinata called, backing out of the room. 

“Uh, whatever?” Kageyama said, finally picking up his head to look at Hinata questioningly. 

“You’re so dense,” Hinata bemoaned. He stepped back into the room and reached into his nightstand, pulling out a half-used bottle of lube and setting it on the stand. 

“What’s that?” Kageyama asked, unable to read the label since it was in Portuguese. 

“Lube.” 

That finally seemed to drive the point home and Kageyama looked at Hinata with wide eyes. “Oh,” he muttered. 

“Yeah... unless you don’t want to.” 

“No, uh. I mean…. I definitely do. I just didn’t expect to move so fast. I’ve never even kissed anyone before,” he admitted. 

Hinata had kissed at least. Only Yamaguchi and it was during truth or dare and Tsukishima almost murdered him afterwards, but it counted! “Well, we only have a few days before you go back to Japan and we don’t see each other for nine months. So, I figured… why wait?” 

Kageyama looked back at the lube then back at his boyfriend. “Do you have condoms?” 

“Uh, no, because I’ve never needed them. But! I’ll run down to the convenience store while you’re in the shower.”

Kageyama nodded, his cheeks flaming. “So… you want me to top then? I mean, assuming that’s why you said a thorough shower…”

“So you were listening.” 

“Just not understanding,” Kageyama admitted with a light laugh. 

“Yeah, I mean, I figured you probably wouldn’t want to bottom.”

Kageyama looked at Hinata with a peculiar look on his face before shrugging and nodding. “Well, go shower I guess.” 

After their showers and Hinata’s quick trip to the store, the duo sat cross-legged on the bed feeling more awkward by the moment. 

Eventually Kageyama sighed and leaned back. “I don’t know how to start.” 

Hinata wiggled his nose before flopping back. “Me either.” He laid there for a moment before craning his neck down to look at Kageyama. Kageyama’s eyes seemed trained on Hinata’s thighs, which were on display in his shorts. Chuckling, Hinata reached a leg out and kicked Kageyama in the arm. “Come here.” 

Slowly, Kageyama unfolded his legs and crawled forward as Hinata spread his legs to accommodate him. “Hi.” 

“Hi,” Hinata said with a wide smile. He reached up and brushed his fingers through Kageyama’s hair, scratching lightly at the short ones at the base of his head. Kageyama shuddered lightly at the contact and leaned down to kiss Hinata. It was little more than an awkward press of lips until Hinata huffed. “You gotta move your lips a little.”

“How would I know?” Kageyama bitched, his face furiously red. 

“Watch a romance movie. Or porn,” Hinata quipped back, but before Kageyama could argue with him, he pulled him back, lining their lips up for a proper kiss. He didn’t have any grande technique since he barely knew what he was doing, but he was at least a little less stiff than Kageyama. Hinata thought it was cute. He broke the kiss for a quick breath before pushing in again, sucking Kageyama’s lower lip between his. 

The noise Kageyama made wasn’t one that fell into any sort of category Hinata could think of, but based on the way Kageyama immediately adapted the way he was kissing, it was a good noise. Suddenly, Kageyama’s kisses were a bit more refined, the gentle push and pull of lips falling into an easy rhythm.

Never one to be content, Hinata licked Kageyama’s lower lip, opening his mouth just a little more and inviting Kageyama in. 

Hinata, while content to make out and feel the heft of Kageyama over him, kind of wanted to feel Kageyama. With a huff, he broke the kiss, pushing at Kageyama’s shoulder. “Roll over,” he demanded. 

Obliging, Kageyama rolled off Hinata and over, accidentally slamming into the wall as he seemed to forget the bed was a single. “Sorry,” he grumbled, scooting over. 

Maybe if it weren’t so funny Hinata would have scolded Kageyama, but Pedro wasn’t home and they didn’t have to worry about being loud anyway. “You’re ridiculous." Hinata took his shirt off and let it fall to the ground before shimmying out of his shorts. 

“Oh, uh,” Kageyama stammered, nervously reaching for his own shorts. 

“I got it,” Hinata said, calling on all his work experience to try and look sexy as he tugged Kageyama’s shorts off his legs. “Oh,” he said, surprised when he realized Kageyama hadn’t put on underwear after his shower.

Kageyama groaned, covering his face so he didn’t have to see Hinata looking at his dick . “I didn’t see the point in dirtying underwear when we were planning to get naked.” 

“No, I uh, that’s fine!” Hinata had a hard time pulling his attention away from Kageyama’s dick, just standing there, at full mast. He let out a deep breath and tugged on the hem of Kageyama’s shirt. “Get this off too.” 

While Kageyama fumbled to get his shirt over his head, Hinata bit the bullet and took his underwear off. He was careful when he climbed back onto the bed, sitting on Kageyama’s thighs. “Okay?” Hinata asked, running his hands down Kageyama’s chest. 

“Yeah, just a little nervous,” Kageyama admitted. 

Hinata was too, but he was used to tackling things that scared him. Besides, he wanted this. He’d been thinking about sex with Kageyama almost as long as he’s had a crush on the guy. Even if his main focus had always been volleyball, his life also revolved around the rivalry between the two of them. Hinata still wasn’t entirely sure when the thoughts switched from rivalry to friendship to love , but he didn’t feel the need to examine that too closely. 

He had Kageyama now, in every way he’d ever wanted him. 

“Me too,” Hinata admitted. He stretched over Kageyama and reached for the lube and condoms on the nightstand. “But we can figure this out. It can’t be harder than volleyball.” 

Kageyama snorted and wrapped his hand around Hinata’s wrist. “You’re probably right,” he admitted. “When is Pedro supposed to be back? Do we have to rush?” 

Hinata blinked down at him before realizing why he’d stopped his hand. “I don’t think he’s coming home tonight at all,” he said. He let his hand wander back to Kageyama’s abs before brushing up over his chest and wrapping around the back of Kageyama’s neck. He kissed him again, sinking into it when he felt Kageyama’s hands on his hips, encouraging him. 

Tentatively, Hinata rocked his hips forward, feeling the slide of his dick against Kageyama’s. 

Despite Kageyama’s comment about not rushing, both men sort of lost a bit of control once they realized how good this would feel. 

“Are you ready?” Kageyama asked, carefully rolling a condom down his length. 

Hinata was up on his knees watching Kageyama between his legs. The position was awkward, but no more awkward than telling Kageyama how to finger him. “Yeah.” Once Kageyama’s hands were out of the way, Hinata reached behind him and used his hand to help line them up. The head of Kageyama’s cock was blunter and wider than Hinata expected and the stretch was almost unbearable. 

Kageyama’s fingers had been thicker and longer than Hinata’s but it was still a completely different stretch when it came to the shape of Kageyama’s dick. He barely got past the head before he stopped. Sweat dripped off his chin and landed on Kageyama’s stomach, which was clenched in an effort to not move. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Hinata mumbled, “Just need a minute.” 

Kageyama stared down at his phone, his thumb hovering over Oikawa’s contact before scrolling back up and hitting call on Iwaizumi's contact instead. 

“Moshi mosh?” 

“Iwaizumi?” 

“Kageyama?” 

Kageyama was silent for a long moment. “I heard you and Oikawa were dating.” 

“Oh,” Iwaizumi said. “Yeah. We’ve been together for… since the end of third year? Why?”

Kageyama looked through the open doorway into Hinata’s bedroom. Hinata was sprawled out, face-first on the bed. He was still naked but Kageyama had wiped up their mess and tossed a sheet over them both. Hinata had been out in a matter of minutes but Kageyama had been plagued by the look of discomfort on Hinata’s face earlier. “So…” 

“What’s up, man? Is Toruu bothering you or something?” 

“How do you make it not hurt when you fuck Oikawa?” 

Silence reigned supreme for a long couple minutes before Kageyama finally heard Iwaizumi let out a long breath on the other end. “Well, uh, actually,” he clicked his tongue. “I don’t.”

“You just let it hurt?” 

“Why are you asking?” Iwaizumi asked, nearly cutting Kageyama off in his attempt to get the question out quickly. 

“I…” Kageyama groaned. “I had sex with Hinata but it seemed like it hurt a lot in the beginning. I mean, he kind of seemed to get used to it and I’m pretty sure he even liked it by the end, but… yeah I think it hurt.” 

“I hate to break it to you, kid, but you’re probably gonna wanna call Toruu on this one.” 

Kageyama frowned. “Why?” 

“Because I don’t top and I don’t finger myself when I jerk off.” 

Kageyama blinked in surprise, staring off into the darkened kitchen for a long moment. “Is it because Oikawa is taller?” 

“What?” Iwaizumi asked, surprise coloring his tone. “No it’s not because he’s taller . It’s because… well… before we got together he’d only had sex with women. I offered to bottom.” 

“So you’ve never… you’ve never topped?” 

“Nah, I kind of like it. But if you tell anyone I’ll kill you,” Iwaizumi threatened. Kageyama didn’t feel particularly in danger though. For one, who would he tell? And for two, Iwaizumi was never really a threat to Kageyama’s physical safety before. 

“You like it though? It doesn’t hurt?” 

“It can, but as long as you’re relaxed and you guys take your time it shouldn’t . Hurt like hell the first time because Toruu and I were so damn nervous, but once you get past that first hurdle it’s… it’s nice.” 

Kageyama hummed, thinking about it. “So… if I were going to bottom…?” 

Despite his conversation with Iwaizumi shortly after he and Hinata had sex, Kageyama hadn’t plucked up the courage to call Oikawa by the next evening. They didn’t have the apartment to themselves though, so sex was pretty much off the table anyway.

Or at least, Kageyama had assumed so.

Hinata apparently had other ideas when he’d dropped to his knees as they were getting ready for bed. 

By the time Kageyama left just shy of a week after arriving, he felt like a completely different person than when he arrived. “You promise to call?” Hinata asked, his eyes glossy as they stood just outside of the airport. 

“Yeah, I told you I would.” Kageyama reached up and brushed his thumb under Hinata’s eye. In a burst of bravery he knew he wouldn’t have had in Japan, Kageyama leaned forward to kiss Hinata goodbye. “I’ll message you when I land.” 

Hinata nodded, watching Kageyama pick up his luggage and walk towards security. 

When he got back in the car with Heitor a couple minutes later he sighed. “You think that will ever get easier?” 

“Probably not,” Heitor said honestly, “but it’s not totally bad, right?” He elbowed Hinata and smiled. “At least you know he’s gonna miss you too.”

Chapter Text

“Yama! What’s up?” Hinata cheered, answering his phone with a higher than usual level of enthusiasm. 

“I’ve been thinking…” Kageyama started. 

If it hadn’t been for the tone of his voice, Hinata was sure those words would send chills through him. Kageyama sounded nervous, but not upset. It was doubtful that this was a break-up call. “Don’t hurt yourself,” Hinata chided jokingly. 

“Fuck off, like you’re any smarter,” Kageyama bit out, a hint of fondness seeping into his tone. 

Hinata laughed. “I didn’t claim to be smarter! Anyway, what’s up? You don’t usually call first.” 

“You’re moving back to Japan at the end of the month.”

“Yes,” Hinata confirmed. It was high competition season right then, but at the end of March he would have to say goodbye to all the friends he made in Brazil, but he’d get to say hello to the one’s he’d left behind. 

“I was wondering if you’d want to live together.” 

Hinata was shocked and silent for a long moment. “You really want me to live with you?”

“Well, yeah. I mean… if you want to. I figure you probably hadn’t had much time to go apartment hunting during your final competition season over there.” 

“You’re right…” Hinata took a deep breath. “I wanna try out for the MSBY Black Jackals.” 

“... In Osaka?” 

“Yeah,” Hinata said. He stood up from where he was sitting on the edge of his bed and made his way to the kitchen to start fixing himself something to eat. “It’s only a couple hours by train plus there will probably be plenty of practice matches.” 

“I wanted to set to you,” Kageyama blurted out. 

Hinata smiled as he pulled some pulled pork out of the fridge, tossing it in a container to microwave it. “You will,” Hinata insisted. “When we both make the Olympic team, you’ll be my setter. Come on, all the amazing people in the world who play volleyball and you don’t want to play with as many people as possible?” 

“I guess…” 

Hinata leaned against the counter and pulled his phone away from his face, switching the line call to a video call. It took a moment for Kageyama to realize what was happening but he answered. Hinata offered his grumpy boyfriend a smile when he answered. “At least it won’t be a thirty hour flight to see each other,” Hinata pointed out. “Compared to that, three hours is nothing.” 

The microwave went off behind Hinata and he set the phone down on the counter to finish fixing his sandwich. Kageyama watched on in silence. At the end of the day, he knew Hinata was right. “We’re going to kick your ass,” He finally said. 

A laugh bubbled up out of Hinata. “I can’t wait.” 

On Hinata’s last day in Brazil, Pedro invited everyone to their small apartment for a goodbye. The party was huge and fun and Hinata tried not to cry too much. Only once it wrapped up and Hinata was hugging everyone goodbye for the final time did he allow himself to feel sad about his departure. “I’ll come back,” he told Heitor and Nice, giving Heitor a fist bump and Nice a hug. “I don’t think I’m quite done with Brazil.”

“Then I guess I’ll be seeing you,” Hietor said, holding the door open for Nice, “and we’ll be watching you on the big screen someday.” 

Hinata laughed and nodded. 

Pedro was going to drive him to the airport in the morning, so after helping clean up they simply went their separate ways. 

To Hinata’s immense surprise, he actually managed not to cry until the next night when he called Kageyama from the Houston Airport. The call itself was nothing special, just a typical rehashing of the day, complaining about the long flight and how exhausted he was, but at the end of the call, Hinata smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” Hinata said. Instantly he felt the tears well up in his eyes as he realized that for the first time since the trip they got together, nine whole months, they would actually see each other again. He’d be able to kiss his boyfriend. 

Despite nine months of dating, neither of them really got the hang of sexting, so Hinata was a little pent up. He was more excited just to see Kageyama, but he also knew that sex was almost definitely going to happen. 

He was proven right when Kageyama sent him a text while he was still on the flight. 

‘Forgot to pick up condoms, can you grab some on your way to my apartment?’

Hinata laughed, about to put his phone away when the phone buzzed again from another text. 

‘Grab whatever size fits you, not me.’

His chuckle died in his throat, replaced with a noise of confusion. He’d do what he was asked, but he didn’t really know why he needed one. His phone buzzed with a few more text messages from his friends, all sent at various points throughout his flight but flooding in all at once now that he had service. 

He tucked his phone into his pocket as they started disembarking. 

Hinata hummed to himself as he typed in the code to get into Kageyama’s apartment. His flight had come in early in the morning and Kageyama still had a couple hours of practice before he’d be home so Hinata took the time to pass out in Kageyama’s bed for the time being. 

Kageyama finished up practice and showered as quickly as possible since he knew he’d be taking another shower once he got home anyway. He was antsy to see his boyfriend. Despite his rush to get home, Kageyama made a quick stop to grab some ramen on his way, making sure to grab Hinata’s favorite flavor and favorite sides. 

He stepped into the apartment and was met with dead silence. If it hadn’t been for the luggage still sitting next to the door Kageyama would have assumed Hinata hadn’t arrived. “I’m home,” he said quietly into the apartment, very aware of the fact that Hinata could be napping. He set the take-out on the counter in the kitchen before making his way to the bedroom and seeing Hinata curled up in the center of his bed.

Smiling to himself, he decided that the ramen can be reheated. 

Hinata woke up sometime in the evening. He was groggy and a bit disoriented, probably from the twelve hour time difference. He sat up and stretched. He could hear the shower running and blinked blearily before shuffling off the bed and towards the bathroom. The door was cracked open a smidge and Hinata poked his head in. “Welcome home.” 

Kageyama jumped about a foot in the air and looked at Hinata with a bright red face. “Thank you,” he mumbled. “I’ll be out in a few minutes if you want to take a shower too.” 

Hinata nodded and yawned. “Can I come in?” 

Kageyama hesitated for a moment before finally relenting. “Sure.” 

Smiling, Hinata took a seat on the countertop. “How was practice?” 

Despite one of them being naked and the other one coming back to Japan after two years abroad, the conversation was surprisingly normal as Kageyama finished up his shower. 

While Hinata took his shower, Kageyama heated up the food. 

“Wow Yama, how naughty!”

Kageyama turned to look at Hinata with a questioning look on his face. “What are you talking about?” 

Hinata grinned as he stepped into Kageyama’s personal space. “You keep lube in the shower?” 

Feeling his cheeks heat up, Kageyama faltered for a moment. “Well, I mean, it’s not like I have any roommates who are going to find it and make fun of me.” 

“But you do have a boyfriend who will.” 

Kageyama rolled his eyes. “Yeah but you jerk off more than I do so it’s not like you really have any room to say anything.” 

“But my lubes in my… well I guess it’s in my suitcase now…” 

“And then it will be in a nightstand again since you’re going to be rooming with Atsumu for a couple months, assuming you make the cut.” 

“I’ll make the cut!” Hinata defended. 

Kageyama’s face softened slightly and he offered a tiny awkward smile. “I know you will.” 

Hinata couldn’t help but laugh at Kageyama’s face. He knew his boyfriend was trying to be nice and supportive but it was always hilarious just how weird smiles looked on Kageyama when they were intentional. He smiled normally when it wasn’t his choice but he was terrible at making himself smile. He reached out and tugged Kageyama into a kiss. “Thanks.” 

Kageyama kissed him back before finally directing Hinata’s attention to the food laid out on the counter. “I hope you’re hungry.”

“Starving,” Hinata admitted, reaching for the bowl he knew was his. 

“When we have sex later,” Kageyama started, his mouth half-full and his eyes glued to the TV screen, “I want to try bottoming.” 

Hinata choked on his chashu. 

Kageyama glanced at Hinata and offered him a glass of water, taking his bowl from him so his hacking didn’t spill the broth all over Kageyama’s almost brand new couch. 

“Sorry,” Hinata wheezed, taking his bowl back and handing Kageyama the nearly empty glass of water. “Did you say you want to bottom?” 

Kageyama sighed, avoiding eye-contact. “Yeah. I mean… in Brazil it seemed like it hurt every time and I thought maybe it would get better but it really didn’t the whole week I was there…” 

“So you want me to hurt you instead?” 

The heat on his cheeks was almost unbearable but Kageyama sighed, blowing air out through his nose. “No, but I’ve uh… practiced a little. I think… well I don’t think either of us were expecting to get together on my visit so it’s not like we were mentally or physically prepared for what we did.” 

Hinata blinked. “You practiced?” 

“Yeah,” Kageyama said, so quiet it was almost inaudible. 

Hinata set his bowl down on the table slowly and stood up. For one horrible, long, agonizing moment, Kageyama thought he’d messed up. Scared Hinata off. Grossed him out. Anything was possible. 

But when Hinata finally looked at him?

His eyes were filled with hunger and determination. 

Kageyama stared at him in shock, numb as Hinata took the bowl from his hands and set it on the coffee table. Numb as Hinata took his hand and practically dragged him to the bedroom. 

“Whoa!” Kageyama fell back on the bed with a yelp. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so good ,” Hinata said, confidence oozing off the smaller man in a way it hadn’t when Hinata bottomed. 

Kageyama merely nodded, starting to scoot back on the bed so he was centered rather than nearly hanging off the edge. 

“Stay.” 

He stopped, making eye contact with Hinata. “If you wanted to top, all you had to do was say so,” Kageyama said, still reeling from the sudden change in Hinata’s demeanor. 

“Didn’t think you’d wanna,” Hinata admitted, shucking off his shirt with little fanfare before reaching for Kageyama’s. “You’re so stubborn and prideful that I figured you’d rather die than consider giving up control.” 

Kageyama helped Hinata take his shirt and pants off, leaving him in just underwear. “I love you,” Kageyama muttered, “I’d have done this in Brazil if you had just said something.” He would have, but Hinata wasn’t completely wrong either. He probably wouldn’t have been as gung ho about it as he was at this moment. 

“Sorry I underestimated you.” Hinata shoved his own pants down and tossed them aside before dropping to his knees. He rubbed his palms along the sides of Kageyama’s thighs. They’d talked a bit on the phone about what they wanted to do to one another, though Kageyama never admitted that he wanted to try bottoming. Hinata felt like he was reevaluating everything about their relationship but in the best way possible. He looked up at Kageyama. “Can I eat your ass?” 

Kageyama blinked down at Hinata before he felt his face erupt in a furious blush. He looked away. “If you want,” he muttered. 

Hinata kissed Kageyama’s thigh gently, pressing forward towards the edge of his underwear. “You’re sure? I don’t wanna do anything you’re not interested in?” 

“I… I’ve never given it much thought,” he admitted, “but it probably feels good, right? I mean, plenty of people do it…” 

Hinata was practically vibrating in excitement. “Can you roll over for me then?” 

Kageyama started to shift but stopped. “You should brush your teeth first.”

“First?” 

“You were eating super spicy ramen,” Kageyama pointed out. 

“Shit,” Hinta bounced up and bounded out of the room in a flash, leaving Kageyama with his head spinning still sitting on the edge of the bed. 

He used the time that Hinata was out of the room to calm himself down and grab the lube as well as the condoms that Hinata had picked up. He shucked his underwear just as Hinata bounced back into the room. He jumped slightly when Hinata grabbed his hips. 

“You sure you want to do this?” Hinata asked, ducking under Kageyama’s arm and peeking up at his face. 

Kageyama lifted his elbow a bit more and looked down at Hinata’s earnest and eager face. “I’m sure. Just a bit embarrassing is all.” 

Hinata pressed a quick kiss to Kageyama’s ribcage before retreating to stand behind him again. There was still a height difference between the two of them, but somehow, as adults, it didn’t seem as important. 

He pressed a kiss to Kageyama’s shoulder, then to the spot between his shoulder blades. “Lay down for me?” 

Kageyama took a deep breath to calm himself before leaning forward over the bed. The height of the bed was awkward and he lost his footing when his knees bent, but the mattress was more than enough to hold him there. He held himself up on his elbows and dared a look backwards at his boyfriend. 

If Hinata minded Kageyama’s less than smooth transition to laying on the bed, he didn’t look like it. Hinata dropped to his knees behind Kageyama and shuffled forward, his hands eagerly grabbing Kageyama’s ass. “Ready?” 

“Yeah,” Kageyama answered, his voice already strained. 

Hinata didn’t waste any time before surging forward, using his hands to spread Kageyama’s cheeks apart to get to the tight furl of muscle. 

Kageyama jolted at the first press of a tongue, an indescribable noise escaping his mouth as he adjusted to the weird sensation. It didn’t feel bad, but it was weird. Hinata’s tongue felt a little cold and the slimy feeling of saliva was less than pleasant. He shifted his legs slightly and Hinata pressed closer. 

The feeling was not something Kageyama knew how to put words to, but it started to feel actually good after a few moments. Hinata’s tongue stopped feeling cold which helped the saliva not feel so gross. Kageyama couldn’t tell if there was any rhyme or reason to the way Hinata moved his tongue, but slowly, Kageyama relaxed against him. 

Hinata groaned, pressing closer when he felt Kageyama relax under him, using the tip of his tongue to press against Kageyama’s hole, feeling the muscle flutter. He reached up and reached blindly for Kageyama’s dick, giving it a few strokes and listening as Kageyama buried a moan into the blankets.

Eventually, Hinata pulled back, wiping his mouth before reaching forward and pressing his thumb to Kageyama’s entrance, watching as he was able to easily slide the tip of his thumb inside. “Did you finger yourself in the shower? Is that why the lube is in there?” 

Hinata stood on his knees to see across the plains of Kageyama’s back as his boyfriend buried his face deeper into the blankets, the backs of his ears bright red. Even though it wasn’t a verbal answer, it definitely still was an answer. Hinata smirked and reached for the lube that Kageyama had set out. “You think I need to stretch you open even more?” 

Finally, Kageyama turned his head, looking at Hinata. 

He looked stunning like this, Kageyama’s face was red, his lips bitten red and raw, his eyes even looked the slightest bit glassy. “I only used two fingers,” Kageyama admitted. 

Hinata nodded, lubing up his fingers and trying to warm it up. Despite his best efforts, the lube was still a little chilly when he pressed his fingers to Kageyama’s hole, feeling it clench up. He heard more than he saw Kageyama let out a deep breath as the muscle relaxed. Hinata pressed forward with just one finger, surprised at the give. It was never that easy when Kageyama fucked him. He couldn’t will himself to relax so easily. 

The transition from one finger to two was quick, surprisingly quick. Even more surprising, at least to Hinata, was that Kageyama was vocal. Or well, vocal for him . He kept letting out soft sighs or moans. It was obvious that he enjoyed getting his ass played with far more than Hinata had. 

Or maybe Kageyama had just practiced enough to get used to the feeling. 

“Shoyou,” Kageyama called, breaking the trance Hinata was in as he stared at his fingers pumping in and out of his boyfriend, occasionally scissoring his fingers. “Curl your fingers a little like you were trying to push against my bladder.”

Hinata knew of the prostate, of course he did, but he hadn’t really bothered to look much into the location of the organ. Still, he had to assume that Kageyama wasn’t trying to get Hinata to make him piss, so that had to be where the prostate was located. He turned his fingers, curling them down. It took a couple tries before he finally found the soft spongy area that Kageyama directed him to. 

He’d almost expected an instantaneous reaction, like a jerk or some moaning, but Kageyama barely even reacted. At least, at first. 

He rubbed small circles into the area before Kageyama finally started to moan softly, pressing his face back into the blankets and rocking his hips gently with the motion. “Feels good,” he said softly. 

“Yeah?” Hinata said, “I expected more of a reaction,” he admitted. 

Kageyama sighed, his eyes fluttering. “Takes a minute for the gland to swell.” 

“You did some research,” Hinata said, surprised. 

Kageyama’s eyelids fluttered open and he looked at Hinata with his piercing blue eyes. “I didn’t want to hurt you the next time we had sex… I figured the only way to know what I was doing was to try it on myself.” 

Hinata smiled, leaning down to kiss Kageyama’s tailbone. “Bet you didn’t expect to like it so much.” 

Kageyama closed his eyes again and smiled. “No I did not.” He rocked his hips. “Come on, put a third finger in.”

Hinata pulled his fingers out and reapplied the lube, but got distracted by the view. He leaned forward and licked at Kageyama’s hole again, causing the younger man to jump slightly in surprise, a moan spilling from his mouth. Emboldened, Hinata dove in with more enthusiasm than last time, working his tongue against the loosened rim. He was so focused he didn’t even hear Kageyama gasping for him to stop until Kageyama kicked him in the side and sent him back onto his ass. 

“What the hell, Bakeyama!?” 

Kageyama was heaving for breath, his knuckles gripping the blankets so hard his knuckles were completely white. His brow was deeply furrowed.

Hinata’s eyes widened and he got up on his knees again, shuffling forward. “Did I hurt you?” 

Kageyama took another deep breath, holding it for a moment before letting it out. “No.” 

“Then why’d you stop me?” Hinata asked, reaching up to push Kageyama’s sweaty bangs off his forehead. 

Kageyama groaned, opening his eyes again just barely enough to see Hinata. “I didn’t wanna come until you were inside me.” 

Hinata blinked at him in surprise. “It was that good?” 

“Shut up.” Kageyama shifted, pushing himself up.

“What are you doing?” 

“Laying down.” Hinata stayed kneeling on the floor watching Kageyama climb onto the bed. Blue eyes looked down at him. “Well are you coming or are you planning on kneeling on the floor all night?” 

Hinata scrambled off the floor and back onto the bed, slotting himself between Kageyama’s legs easily. “I thought I ruined it.” 

“Not yet,” he answered ominously. 

Grabbing the lube, Hinata went back to what he was supposed to be doing before getting mouthy. He still hadn’t mastered how to warm up the lube without getting a mess everywhere, but Kageyama didn’t complain as Hinata slowly added a third finger. To his surprise, he was still met with minimal resistance. 

The angle in missionary made it a little harder to reach Kageyama’s prostate again so Hinata used his free arm to lift Kageyama’s leg up onto his shoulder, bending the setter a little more and giving his wrist a little relief. “You think you’re ready?” Hinata asked, looking up to see Kageyama with his head tipped back in pleasure. 

He was a sight, that was for sure. 

And not a sight that Hinata really ever assumed he would see. 

He pressed forward, kissing Kageyama’s neck and smiling when Kageyama’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, his fingers making their way to his hair. “I think so,” he finally answered. 

Hinata pulled back enough to pull his fingers out. 

He reached for the condoms, getting lube all over the foil packet. “I can’t…” He scrunched his face up, his fingers were just too slippery to open the packet and he didn’t have anything but the bedspread to wipe them off on. 

“Give it,” Kageyama demanded, pushing himself upright. He took the foil packet and used his thumb nail to hold the slippery foil still as he ripped it. He pulled the condom out and scooted forward. “Do you want to put it on?” 

“I’m not sure I know how,” Hinata admitted. 

Kageyama, surprisingly, didn’t bother to make fun of him. Silently he pinched the tip of the condom and rolled the remainder down Hinata’s length. Hinata watched to make sure that next time he could do it himself. 

“Did you happen to look up what the most comfortable position for sex is?”

“I tried,” Kageyama admitted, reaching behind him to grab a pillow to slide under his hips. “There were a lot of different answers and reasons… I want to do it like this.” 

Hinata nodded, shifting forward and guiding Kageyama’s legs up onto his shoulders. He still had lube on his hand, but he put a little more on just in case. Probably isn’t such a thing as too much lube, but there was such a thing as not enough. “Ready?” 

“Get on with it,” he bitched. 

Huffing, Hinata shuffled his knees forward and lined up. When he finally started to push in, he couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling. Kageyama was tight and hot, velvety soft. Hinata stopped before he even made it halfway, leaning over Kageyama and heaving for breath. “How did you not just come immediately?” He asked. 

For his part, Kageyama wasn’t fairing much better. The stretch wasn’t the painful, all-consuming hurt that he expected. It felt good. No, great . He’d tipped his head back, mouth parting slightly as he relaxed around the intrusion. He looked at Hinata in confusion when he stopped. “What?” 

“It feels incredible, ” Hinata groaned, sweat dripping off his nose onto Kageyama’s sternum. “How did you manage to keep it together when we had sex in Brazil?” 

“Oh,” Kageyama took a measured breath, trying not to look like he was losing his mind. “You were so tight and tense that it kind of acted like a cock ring.” 

“That’s embarrassing,” Hinata muttered. He took another deep breath. “Can I keep going?” 

“Fucking please .” 

Surprised by the answer, Hinata pushed forward again, a bit faster, until his hips met Kageyama’s ass. “All the way in,” he said, trying like hell to keep himself together. 

“Feels good,” Kageyama said, reaching out and pulling Hinata down.

“Wait!” 

“What?” He growed, annoyed at the interruption.  

“Well I mean… I just thought… with what I just did with my mouth, are you sure you want to kiss me?”

Kageyama rolled his eyes and pulled Hinata into a sloppy, biting kiss, not at all bothered with Hinata’s concerns. It didn’t seem that much different than kissing after a blowjob and they did that in Brazil more than a couple times. “Move?” Kageyama asked, breaking the kiss and shifting his hips. 

“I’m not going to last,” Hinata admitted. 

“It’s fine, I don’t care.” 

Nodding, Hinata pushed himself forward, bending Kageyama’s knees further towards his chest, silently impressed with Kageyama’s flexibility. He started off with a choppy pace, finding it hard to keep it consistent, but he figured it out soon enough. Kageyama was making soft noises, close to moans but not quite. 

Hinata tried to focus on Kageyama’s pleasure, he tipped his hips to fuck upwards into Kageyama, trying to find Kageyama’s prostate. 

“Ahh, Shouyou,” Kagyeama moaned, his nails dug into Hinata’s shoulders.

That was, unfortunately, Hinata’s tipping point. He groaned, hips twitching. “Tobio,” he moaned. 

Hinata froze once the aftershocks subsided. He could still feel Kageyama’s erection pressed against his belly. “Sorry,” he mumbled, pulling out and discarding the condom. 

Kageyama slid his legs off Hinata’s shoulders. “It’s fine…” 

“Can I suck you off?” 

Kageyama raised his gaze to Hinata’s face. He looked almost crazed in his excitement, the shame that had been in his voice when he apologized overridden by Hinata’s drive to please. “Okay.” 

Hinata wasted no time in shuffling back. He laid on his belly and swallowed Kageyama down without any preamble. The two of them had more or less gotten the hang of blowjobs in Brazil and Hinata’s enthusiasm was infectious. Within a matter of minutes he had Kageyama yanking on his hair and cumming down his throat.

Several minutes into the afterglow Kageyama pushed himself up onto his elbow and looked over at Hinata laying next to him. “I thought you were going to fuck me soo good?” Kageyama teased. 

Hinata huffed, propping himself up opposite Kageyama. “Good thing I have a couple weeks before I have to be in Osaka. Seems like I could use some practice.” 

Kageyama grinned. “Sounds good to me.”