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Tobio shuddered as he came out of his memories and back to the present. Once upon a time you might not have gotten him to believe he’d ever really have fond memories of high school and his teammates; while this wasn’t necessarily a fond memory it was one that stuck with him rather well. Unfortunately.
Because, really, who wants to be able to relive walking in on Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, and Hinata making out like their lives depended on it during a training camp their second year. Only to also remember, seconds later before he could even fully process what he was seeing and whose hands were where, Ennoshita and Tanaka coming into the locker room and taking in the scene - with the added bonus of a red-faced Tobio who was only there because he was looking for his extra kneepads because his were starting to wear out finally.
Of course that all lead to Ennoshita, Tanaka, and Kinoshita deciding that they needed to “have the talk” with Tobio and his fellow second years regardless of the fact that Tobio’s parents had already had a fairly thorough talk with him before he started high school and he wasn’t even involved in any of the making out and groping that was going on in the locker room.
There were diagrams and flash cards and a whole presentation - with props - that Tobio was pretty sure the others had spent way too much time preparing to have ad-libbed the whole thing. The only good thing to come out of that whole ordeal was the fact that he got to see Tsukishima’s face turn about fifteen shades of red and pink as Ennoshita calmly discussed consent and protection while Tanaka demonstrated various things.
There are parts of his high school life he looked back on fondly and while he supposed that particular memory wasn’t one of the worst ones it certainly wasn’t one of the best either.
It took him a few minutes of staring at the magazine in his lap blankly to fully come back to the present and remember what exactly it was that sent him off into that little memory in the first place.
Nishinoya cursed from the other end of Tobio’s bed and draped himself over the side to reach something he knocked under the edge. It gave Tobio a very nice view of the way Nishinoya’s jeans seemed to be clinging to his hips and ass and, okay yes that was the reason for his little stumble down memory lane.
That “talk” reminded him of the one he and Nishinoya had not that long ago. The one about how Nishinoya wasn’t interested in sex - “It just doesn’t really do anything for me to be honest.” - and how that was part of the reason why he wanted Tobio to be his fake boyfriend because the “real” relationships he had been in had started to fall apart once he revealed that he wasn’t interested in sex.
“’Cause we’re university students so now is the time to let loose and experiment’ is what one of them told me. ‘You’re missing out on the fun’ because apparently I can’t have fun if I don’t screw someone.” Tobio’s hands clenched at the frustration in Nishinoya’s voice and he wished he could find the person who said those words and punch them in the kidney.
“That’s why I was just gonna go with a fake boyfriend,” Nishinoya rambled on, “and let them all go to hell and leave me alone. But then you suggested going out for real and you seemed so sure of it that I figured what the hell, right? And you and I have been going out for real for a few months and I’m really enjoying it but it’s only fair to let you know what to expect in that department in the future.” Tobio was still too busy trying to process the whole thing about people breaking up with Nishinoya just because he wasn’t interested in sex to fully catch up with his words now. Plus Nishinoya tended to start talking faster when he got nervous and the fast tumble of words was making Tobio’s head spin a little. “It’s cool if you don’t wanna date anymore ‘cause of this. I won’t let it change anything else or screw with our volleyball or anything. We can just break up or whatever I can tell the others that I just don’t feel up to doing whatever when they try to invite me and stuff yeah?”
“Yeah,” Tobio had agreed automatically, brain still processing all the words. “No,” he snapped as Nishinoya’s face started to fall a little. “Just a minute.” Nishinoya worried on his bottom lip as Tobio finished processing his speech. “No.” He looked at Nishinoya and shook his head. “I don’t want to break up with you just because you don’t want sex.”
Nishinoya had lit up and launched himself into Tobio’s lap, peppering his face with kisses.
Honestly it didn’t bother Tobio. If Nishinoya didn’t want sex that was totally his call. It just made Tobio feel shitty sometimes because he would be watching Nishinoya stretch or reach for something or - like now - bend in a way that showed off one of his many physical assets and Tobio would feel himself reacting. And it was kind of shitty of him since Nishinoya wasn’t interested in that, right?
“Earth to Kageyama.” Nishinoya was giving him that look. The one he gives Tobio when he knows exactly what random spot his brain has wandered off to and is just waiting patiently for Tobio to come back. “Return to the present if you would I have an important question for you.”
“Sorry what?”
“Were you looking at my ass?” Tobio felt the blood drain from his face and then fly back as his entire face felt like it was on fire. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
This was it. This was the moment Nishinoya was going to get mad at him, or worse, get disappointed and break up with him. He had noticed all the side glances and quick looks. The way Tobio watched him and reacted no matter how hard he tried not to.
He was going to lose having Nishinoya to curl up with and watch movies with and drink milk with slumped together late at night all because he was dumb and let his stupid urges show through.
“Hey,” Nishinoya said softly. “Hey, Kageyama,” he tried again. “Tobio.” Tobio’s eyes snapped to Nishinoya in alarm. “Hey it’s okay. I was teasing you. It’s fine.”
“No it’s not. You don’t want sex and said you don’t really feel that stuff and I keep getting,” Tobio gestured towards his lap and his face was surely about to just combust, “ugh when you do things sometimes and that’s shitty of me.”
The way Nishinoya was looking at Tobio made him shift uncomfortably on his end of the bed and look away. It wasn’t disgust - which he expected - or frustration - which he was used to seeing from most people - or anger. Nishinoya was looking at him with a kind of wonder he usually saw on little kids’ faces when it snowed or fireworks went off or something amazing and wonderful happened right in front of someone’s eyes. It was definitely not a look he was used to being directed towards him - and his awkward boner.
“Kageyama Tobio,” Nishinoya sighed. Then he was crawling into his lap and snuggling himself against Tobio’s chest. “You’re just…,” he sighed happily. “You’re too much.”
Tobio stiffened, awkward, when Nishinoya wriggled around and made himself comfortable, unsure of what to do. Because there was no way Nishinoyawasn’t feeling Tobio’s boner pressing into his hip as he shifted before turning so he could loop his arms around Tobio’s neck and nudge their foreheads together. But he didn’t seem upset at all by it. In fact he seemed somewhat gleeful and the mischievous glint in his eyes threw Tobio off.
“But-” he was cut off by a sweet, gentle kiss.
“Kageyama listen to me. I didn’t clarify it and that’s my bad. I was just so relieved that you took it so well before.”
“What? But I-” another kiss cut him off.
“No just listen. Please.” Tobio settled his hands on Nishinoya’s waist hesitantly and waited. “I don’t feel much of anything sexual. I don’t get aroused and all that. That’s just me. That doesn’t mean you need to feel bad about it happening to you. You do get aroused. That’s just you. Don’t feel bad about getting a boner cause of me. It’s not gonna offend me or anything. Okay?”
“It just feels like,” Tobio scrunched his shoulders up, eyes drifting to the side, “I don’t know. Like I’m taking something from you that you’re not wanting to give. It’s dumb I can’t explain it.”
“It’s not dumb. I think I get what you’re trying to explain. And it’s not dumb at all. In fact it’s amazing. Remember all the other relationships I told you didn’t work?” Tobio nodded. He may not remember every detail but he did remember them. “I didn’t break up with them because they got turned on by me. We always broke up because they didn’t like that I didn’t get turned on by them and I didn’t want to have sex. I was never once upset that they wanted to have sex or do something like that. I got upset when they didn’t respect my boundaries when it came to sex.”
Tobio looked at Nishinoya then. Looked at the way he was still comfortably settled in Tobio’s lap (Tobio wasn’t nearly as hard anymore but just having Nishinoya there while he was already feeling like that was a tricky situation) and smiling softly up at Tobio.
Trusting Tobio.
He had trusted Tobio from the start. Even when they started this months and months ago he had originally trusted Tobio to fake date him and keep his secret.
Nishinoya hummed and nuzzled lazily at Tobio’s neck. “Just so you know. Even if I don’t get the same urges as you I’m not entirely opposed to helping you out from time to time with your own.”
When he told Tobio about not wanting sex and Tobio said that wouldn’t break them up he trusted Tobio to keep his word and trusted Tobio not to push him or change him.
Tobio’s eyes went wide again when that last thought sank in - along with Nishinoya’s last sentence.
“I would never try to make you have sex with me or do anything like that.”
Nishinoya beamed at him and Tobio felt his world narrow down to just the two of them on his bed.
“I know.” He pulled Tobio into a kiss that left Tobio a little breathless. “You,” Nishinoya stated as he left a line of kisses along Tobio’s jaw, “respect my boundaries. You,” he kissed his way down Tobio’s neck and back up again, “always respect my choices. You,” he whispered into Tobio’s ear, “respect me.”
“Always.”
Nishinoya pulled away to look him in the eye again. “I trust you.” Tobio nodded. “And you trust me.” He nodded again. “So. Trust me. You know I don’t do anything I don’t want to - except school work. I never wanna do that.” Tobio snickered at that and then went silent when Nishinoya looked at him possessively. “Though there are quite a few things I’d like to do to you.”
Tobio’s face flushed again but the heat didn’t stay there. It oozed through his body like syrup on a cold day, slow and sticky and sweet, as he cleared his throat and gave Nishinoya’s waist a squeeze.
“I trust you.”