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Oikawa has been stealing looks at Hinata all night. Hinata was currently enthusiastically engaged in a conversation with a group of locals, telling some story or another. Oikawa watches the way Hinata’s surprisingly large hands cut through the air with confidence as he tells a story, the way his already bright smile seems more radiant against his tanned skin. Oikawa likes the way Hinata tips his head back to laugh, orange hair brushing against his neck, and the way his adam's apple bobs when he takes a drink from his beer. Someone pats Hinata on his opposite shoulder, causing him to turn in his chair, spine elongated and flexible, his shoulders broad. The muscles in his arms are lean and ropey, pulling all the way up into the gaping arms of his tank top. Oikawa can make out the dusting of hair under his arms, and the taught muscle around his ribs.
When the hell had shrimpy gotten so hot? Sure he hadn’t seen the kid up close since he was 15, but it hardly seemed fair to spring this compact, sun tanned, volleyball adonis on him just when he was starting to feel just a little bit homesick in Rio of all places. Getting to speak Japanese fluently, and relearn the joy of the game all at the hands of this stupid pretty twink was driving Oikawa a little nuts. It’s like the universe was sending him some sort of message, and he hadn’t figured out what exactly it was supposed to say. Except maybe “many blessings”?
Watching Hinata in his element both on and off the court, err beach, had been something to behold. When they’d been in highschool, Oikawa kind of just assumed Shrimpy was Kageyama’s extremely athletic little puppet, only to now realize that this kid, man, was probably most of the reason Kageyama took the stick out of his ass long enough to realize he was playing a team sport for god sake.
Shrimpy had made Kageyama into a better player and person when he was 15, and now Oikawa got to deal with the levelled up version of that little monster. The friendly, kind, popular, hard working, volleyball obsessed, kinda sexy little monster. Comes into his life at just the right moment to remind him why he loved volleyball so much, how much fun it was to struggle and try. Damn. Oh god. Eugh, was he the same as baby Kageywama?
Oikawa couldn’t hide the disgusted look from crossing his face, but tried to cover it by taking a drink from his beer. And then he blinked, considering, looking at Hinata a little more thoughtfully. Had he and Kageyama ever...? If anyone could break through that little twerp’s shell it was the sexy shrimp in front of him. God he was getting drunk, wasn’t he? He still took another pull from his beer, waving at the waitress and pointing at his nearly empty glass. She nodded and walked towards the bar. In for a penny as they say.
He was now scrutinizing Hinata in a new light. Looking at the shape and size of his eyes, the slant of his nose, the curve of his lips. Would little Tobio be into that? Was Tobio into men? Had that mouth ever wrapped around... He blinked looking away, his face feeling flushed more from his thoughts than the beer he’d been drinking tonight. The waitress returned with his new beer, giving him a wink, and showing off the low cut of her top. She was cute to be sure, but Oikawa had a bit more pressing considerations across from him, he gave her an affable wave, picking up the drink. She left with a pout, having failed to grab his attention.
A new thought occurred to him. IF Tobio had ever gotten it on with shrimpy here, wouldn’t it kind of be sticking it to Tobio, just a bit, if Oikawa did too? He bit his lip, more to suppress the devious grin that threatened to cross his face, than anything else. Oh how sweet that would be. Next time he ran into the little twerp he could make mention of his and shrimpy’s little tryst, and maybe Oikawa would finally succeed in getting into that little bastard's head again. Throw him off his game. How delicious. He chose to ignore the voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like Iwa that called him a moron.
“What’re you smiling at?” Hinata asked, leaning forward to be heard over the din of the crowd. He was grinning himself, his captive audience having departed leaving him and Oikawa alone.
Oikawa, having been caught out, flushed a little more, shaking his head with an easy grin “Nothing in particular, just some idle fantasies” Shrimpy was cute, but little twinks had never really been Oikawa’s thing.
“Idle fantasies hmm?” Hinata asked, finishing off his beer, and then gave Oikawa one of the filthiest once overs he’d ever experienced, his eyes raking over Oikawa’s body hungrily, before flicking back up to look Oikawa dead in the eye. Did that just fucking happen? Shrimpy? He felt his lips part in surprise, mouth feeling very dry all of a sudden.
As if reading his thoughts, Hinata’s tongue darted out over his lower lip to moisten them, Oikawa tracked the motion of his tongue, before Hinata’s surprisingly attractive mouth split into a lazy and expectant grin. Holy shit-
“Yeah” Oikawa said faintly, blood rushing in 23 different directions but none to his brain. Hinata could definitely tell Oikawa was staring at his mouth.
He watched as Hinata’s smile grew wider and lazier. He nodded his head towards the doorway “Wanna get out of here?”
His gaze snapped up to Hinata’s, his sexy mouth spell briefly broken, taking in the teasing light dancing there. Oh god Hinata’s eyes were smouldering at him. Oikawa could only nod a bit dazedly, as Hinata threw down some money, grabbed his hand, and then pulled him through the crowd out of the bar into the night air.
Oh fuck. Oikawa was in trouble now. But at least he’d have something lord over Kageyama after this- Hinata’s thumb stroked up his palm to his wrist, before sliding back down again, the motion strong and promising amazing steady hands with excellent grip strength. And Oikawa felt like he was 16 years old figuring out he liked boys too again, the excited fizzy bubble pop in his stomach rising to his chest making him giddy. Or maybe this would be a story that was just for him.