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Though Oikawa prided himself on his ability to work hard and his foresight, a few things happened recently that he could have never anticipated. One of them was meeting Hinata Shouyou himself halfway around the world, on a beach in Rio of all places. Wearing a tank top and shorts and, hello, looking buff as hell. And while those facts were still settling in his mind, he'd tried to flirt a little with the (previously) tiny spiker to save face and was stunned to find out that Hinata didn't have the reaction he was used to: men and women alike would fall into his arms with one well timed smile. Instead, Hinata had smiled brightly and taken Oikawa's dinner invitation at face value.
How could Oikawa have anticipated a sudden new friendship, a back and forth between them over the daily struggle of living as a foreigner in a completely different country. How could have have anticipated having to put aside feelings for Hinata because Hinata never showed any sign of interest in him like that?
How could he have anticipated the way Hinata would react one fateful evening when he came to visit Oikawa and, blushing profusely, had confessed that he was feeling something he'd never felt before.
"Oikawa-san." Hinata swallowed as though he was almost scared to admit anything. "I can't stop thinking about you."
That was hardly the confession Oikawa had expected with that intense of a stare. "I think about you a lot too, Shouyou. I enjoy our conversations and our time together."
"Yes! But, I mean, um," Hinata paused again. "I'm thinking about you like..."
Oikawa had a sudden realization that Hinata had crossed his legs a few minutes ago. He knew he shouldn't look, but he couldn't help a glance.
There was the evidence, as clear as day. Hinata had an erection, barely hidden by the crease of his legs.
Oikawa took a moment to compose himself. He was only human, and one of his most exciting fantasies was starting to come true.
"In a sexual way?" Oikawa asked, as nicely as he could. He would like to think it came out soft and friendly, despite the way he wanted to jump Hinata's bones. If Hinata didn't feel comfortable with him, there was no point in trying to take things farther.
Hinata nodded, looking almost as miserable as he did when he lost his last 2v2 match in the qualifying tournaments two months ago. "Yes."
"It's nothing to be embarrassed about," Oikawa soothed him. "I think about you in a sexual way, too. And I see you have a really beautiful erection. And all you need to do is let me know if it's ok to touch you."
That took things from just getting started to minus tempo in less than a second. Hinata looked up at Oikawa with the largest tears wobbling at the corners of his eyes. "Oikawa-san, please. I feel like I'm going to explode if you don't do something!"
Oikawa took another moment to compose himself. It was kind of effective. "Shouyou, haven't you ever touched yourself before?"
"No!" Hinata shook his head fully from side to side, as expressive as always despite his apparent nerves. "I don't get many erections! And when I do, I usually just wait a little and they go away! This hurts, Oikawa-san. Please help me?"
Oikawa's breath caught in his throat. There was no amount of composure he could maintain at this rate. Hinata was gorgeous; sun-tanned from the beaches in Rio, muscles strong and full from all of the work he'd been doing. There wasn't any part of Oikawa that didn't want to touch him. "Ok, I'll touch you, Shouyou." But he had to make sure Hinata was really ok with this. "But I'm going to go slow. I want to be gentle."
Hinata nodded, the first of his tears spilling down his reddened cheeks. "Ok! Please just touch me."
Oikawa filled his lungs slowly with air, trying to stay his own growing erection.
He reached out to pet between Hinata's legs. Just a soft, gentle touch. He brushed fingertips across the top of Hinata's shorts-covered dick, and Hinata nearly jumped to the ceiling.
"Oh, thank you!" Hinata's normally strong voice was shaky. "Can you touch me again, please?"
"Of course, Shouyou. Just like that?"
Hinata nodded again, like the act of saying yes was too much for him. But Oikawa saw the yes in his eyes, saw it in the wide wonder and dilated pupils, and he wondered if Hinata had really never felt this way about someone before.
He couldn't believe he would be the first to get to touch him. He pulled down Hinata's waistband with all of the calm warmth he could manage, and curled his fingers around Hinata's quivering cock.
"You've really never touched yourself like this?" Oikawa couldn't help but confirm. There was no judgement in his tone, only soft curiosity.
"No," Hinata confirmed, blinking back his tears and shivering in Oikawa's hold. "I've never needed to!" He drew a slow breath. "I've never felt this... connection to someone before. Like my brain went woosh and then all of the sudden it was like I just need you to be touching me! Like I want to..." He ducked his head in an uncharacteristic show of shyness. "I want to touch you."
Oikawa wanted to hug Hinata, kiss him, duck his head down and suck Hinata's dick until his tears turned into full blown sobs, but instead, he kept giving Hinata the world's gentlest handjob. He wanted to tell Hinata he could touch him too; his cock absolutely ached at the idea. But just for now, he would wait.
"Does it feel good?" Oikawa asked instead, resting his other hand on the small of Hinata's back, hoping to keep him comfortable and warm.
Hinata nodded, hiccupping back a soft cry. A wave of warmth washed over Oikawa as he realized that Hinata might start sobbing again just from his hand alone. He kept up the pressure, making sure not to overwhelm Hinata. It wasn't hard to tell that he was getting closer and closer from the way he kept bucking his hips up into Oikawa's touch.
"Oh! I feel so warm!" Hinata cried out, and then his hips jerked up harder than before, and he came all over Oikawa's hand.
Oikawa didn't let go, but he didn't keep going. He could milk Hinata through his next orgasm, perhaps. A little trick for later. Right now, the gentle pressure of Oikawa's fingers was all Hinata needed.
"You did so good, Shouyou," Oikawa praised. God, his cock ached.
Hinata blushed so bright that Oikawa briefly wondered if it was like looking at the sun. Hinata's blush disappeared under the collar of his shirt. "Oikawa-san! All I did was make a mess of your hand!"
"It's no problem at all, sweet Shouyou." Oikawa met Hinata's eyes and licked his fingers clean.
The thick, somewhat bitter taste of cum was worth the way Hinata nearly self-destructed. There was definitely no chance to any sort of reciprocation tonight, not with the way--
Hinata leaned forward, tentatively resting his hand on Oikawa's thigh. "Um. Maybe I could do that to you too?" he asked.
At this rate, Oikawa was going to come faster than Hinata. "Yeah. If you want. I'd love it." Oikawa would more than love it. He would treasure it, adore it, hope Hinata never let go. But that was probably a bit heavy for their first exchange of handjobs, right?
"Ok." Hinata approached Oikawa's pants with the same intensity he approached a spike, and Oikawa was suddenly flooded with the thought of Hinata smacking his ass like he did a volleyball. Next time. Next time. Next time.
"Your fingers feel really good." Oikawa's words confirmed what his dick had already said, but that was ok, too. Nothing like a few good compliments to help Hinata remember his very first handjob, oh god. Oikawa really was about to come faster than Hinata. He tensed his thighs, trying to stave off the inevitable orgasm, and managed to buy himself some more time enjoying Hinata's strong hand on his cock.
Hinata matched Oikawa's pace from earlier, going really slow and gentle. Oikawa leaned his head back and groaned, awash in the same warmth he suspected Hinata had felt just some minutes ago.
"If you go any faster, I'm going to come," Oikawa murmured, unable to help himself.
Hinata startled a little, and then, with a sudden impish grin breaking through the redness of his blush and leftover tears, he started going faster.
Yeah.
That's all Oikawa needed. Sitting on the couch in his apartment, taking Hinata's first times one by one. He practically exploded when he came, his thick cum arching up and onto Hinata's wrist, dripping down his hand and landing on his shorts.
"Oh!" Hinata sounded amazed. "You look even prettier when you come!"
Fuck. If Oikawa could come twice in a row, he would have.
Hinata had always been a dangerous opponent because he learned so fast. But now Oikawa saw how it would work to his benefit, too. And more than that, he realized that Hinata must have felt the same deep connection that Oikawa thought they had been building over the last year. He took both of Hinata's hands in his, regretting the cum between them only a tiny bit, and kissed Hinata's knuckles.
He was not going to fuck this up. "You look beautiful, Shouyou. I hope that gave you the release you were looking for."
Hinata nodded, slowly. "Um, yes, absolutely. But also...it made me feel really excited for what else we can do!"
There was his bright smile once again, and Oikawa couldn't help but return it. Of course Hinata would be willing to dive right in.
"How'd I get so lucky?" he asked. "Come on, let's clean up, and then we can talk about other things we can do. Like, hold hands."
"And call you my boyfriend?" Hinata asked, only a little tentatively.
"And I'll call you my boyfriend," Oikawa confirmed, perhaps a little too quickly. But Hinata didn't seem to mind.
Oikawa's foresight might not have prepared him for this, but he was at least smart enough to grab some condoms on their way to the bathroom to clean up. He had a feeling they'd need those sooner rather than later.