What Are Friends For? - Oikawa Tooru/Hinata Shouyou
To say Oikawa was surprised when he saw Hinata strolling down the street in Rio would be a complete understatement. When he saw that bright orange head of hair bobbing up and down across the way, he had to do a double take. What were the odds of coming across someone from Japan here, much less from Miyagi, and even more rarely from his high school rivals? Oikawa was no math genius, but he knew those were some very slim odds.
Regardless, Oikawa pounced on the opportunity to connect with the redhead from his past. A tap on the shoulder and a couple of greetings later, Oikawa and Hinata formed a friendship that would get them both through thick and thin. Spending time with Hinata gave him that connection to home that he had so desperately craved since he arrived in Brazil. They spent almost every weekend in each other’s company, doing everything from watching movies in Hinata’s little apartment to drinking with Oikawa’s friends. However, this weekend their plans were a little different.
Oikawa heard from one of his pals that their favorite nightclub was having a rave night, and that immediately caught his attention. Seeing Hinata in rave attire? Now that was appealing. Thinking of the man wearing a mesh top with sequins and tight pants made Oikawa feel things he knew he shouldn’t for his friend. Nevertheless, the second that thought was in his mind it was decided: they would be attending the club.
Hinata was of course completely enthralled with the idea, never one to miss out on dancing and drinking. He was determined to go all out to match the theme, also never one to do anything half-assed. When he showed up at Oikawa’s front stoop in a very much see-through powder blue dress shirt covered in little glittery stars, Oikawa just about passed out. He just knew he felt his soul leave his body.
The pair wasted no time in making their way to the club and pressing their way through the crowd to the bar. “Can I get you something?” Oikawa asked Hinata in an attempt to be polite.
“No, thanks! I think I’m gonna get right to dancing!” Hinata exclaimed, completely entranced by the bodies moving in front of him.
Oikawa let out a chuckle and nodded, waving to Hinata as he bounded towards some nameless dance partner. He let out a sigh and turned to the counter. He was not the kind of man who could get up and dance without any kind of liquid courage, contrary to what some may believe. So he got some liquor in his system, and when he was pleasantly buzzed, he looked back over to where he had last seen the orange-haired firecracker.
Oikawa made eye contact with Hinata across the dance floor and he swore he could feel the instant his heart stopped. He was captured by those electric eyes as their lids slowly drooped in an expression that Oikawa couldn’t escape. He felt as though he was drawn to Hinata by an invisible string, and suddenly he was right in front of him. Hinata just kept swaying his hips as he leaned in a bit closer. “Hiya Tooru,” he whispered into his ear.
Oh. Oh.
That was a new feeling that Oikawa had never had in his gut before. A fire passed through Oikawa and lit a flame somewhere deep in his stomach. His hands found Hinata’s hips and drew him impossibly closer until their entire bodies were flush against each other. Oikawa’s breath caught in his throat as their bodies moved against each other in sync, his grip on Hinata’s hips tightening. “Shit,” he cursed under his breath when he realized just how good this felt.
Hands were winding their way up into his hair and Oikawa doesn’t know when they got there, but when they tug slightly on the strands, a noise that he definitely didn’t know he could make escapes. Hinata’s pupils dilate and Oikawa just knows he heard it. A flash of mischief crosses over them before tugging again, as if testing the waters. A whimper escaped Oikawa’s lips once again, and suddenly there was something hard against his leg as his hips moved against Hinata’s. He shifted slightly so his thigh was pressing in between Hinata’s legs, and he knew he hit a sweet spot when the grip on his hair got impossibly tighter. Hinata moved to Oikawa’s ear and released a breathy moan. In that moment Oikawa realized there was nothing he wouldn’t do to hear that again. “Tooru,” the same voice breathed in his ear, “that was really hot.”
Fuck. This was going to be a long night.