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Oikawa sits in the passenger seat running his fingertips over the patent leather seating.So this is what real leather feels like. It’s much softer than he expected. More luxurious.
The whole ride itself is luxurious. It’s a little loud, but that’s to be expected in a car that’s almost as old as his dad. But it hugs the road and it’s smooth, more like gliding over the road than driving on it, handling corners with mind-blowing ease.
“It’s nice, huh?” Iwaizumi asks and draws Oikawa out of revelry.
“Real nice,” he manages to whisper out.
He’s still looking around admiring the interior when his gaze lands on Iwaizumi’s hand on the shifter. It’s larger than his, with darker skin and a prominent vein running down the back. A few stray hairs poke out around his knuckles. It looks warm. It looks inviting .
“Would you like to hold hands, Oikawa?” Iwaizumi asks with a grin, catching Oikawa staring.
“Only if Iwa-chan thinks he can drive and hold hands at the same time,” Oikawa responds airily.
“Here, like this,” Iwaizumi says and he takes Oikawa’s hand and puts it on the shifter, then places his own hand over Oikawa’s.
Iwaizumi’s hand is just as warm, if not warmer than Oikawa imagined and unexpectedly soft.
“Iwa-chan, your skin is so soft,” Oikawa says.
“Thanks, it’s whatever my housekeeper buys for me. I dunno. I just give her money every month to buy things around the house that we need. Uh, white tube, peachy colored background, green lettering?”
“La Mer?!”
“Sure, I guess?”
“Iwa-chan, that’s a two hundred dollar body lotion!”
“Is it? Huh, it’s soft though, I like it.”
“Of course it’s soft, it costs almost a third of my rent!”
“Oikawa, I make plenty of money. I make two hundred dollars every couple of minutes, I can afford body lotion. I can afford a lot of things. If you want two hundred dollar lotion, I can buy you two hundred dollar lotion.”
“I-I. What? No, I didn’t...ask...for that...” Oikawa weakly finishes.
Iwaizumi takes his eyes off the road briefly to give him a pointed stare.
“I mean, if Iwa-chan wants to, I wouldn’t say no,” Oikawa says softly.
“Of course I want to, if it would make you happy. I’ll have Mika buy a tube next time she’s at the store.”
Oikawa smiles and some tension leaves his shoulders. “Thanks, Iwa-chan,” he replies and they settle into a comfortable silence.
***
“Iwa-chan, you’re right, this place is the best!” Oikawa exclaims through a mouth full of food. He had settled on the deluxe bowl with 5 different types of vegetables, two types of meat AND a side of gyoza after a little bit of prodding from Iwaizumi to eat whatever you want Oikawa, I’m taking you out - no, I’m sure, extra meat won’t break the bank.
Oikawa swallows his food and Iwaizumi watches his adam’s apple bob around it.
“So, Iwa-chan, how’d you know about this place?”
“My grandparents are best friends with the people that used to own this place. They handed it down to their son when they got too old and moved back to Sendai.”
“You’re from Sendai?”
“Yeah, born and raised. I moved to Tokyo for college and stayed.”
“I’ve never been anywhere else except Tokyo.”
“What? Really?”
“Yeah I mean,” Oikawa says with a shrug, “it has anything anybody needs, basically.”
Iwaizumi looked at Oikawa.
“Have you ever gotten to see the stars at night? Away from the city lights?”
“I mean, at the planetarium, yeah. That’s a weird question, Iwa-chan.”
“Come with me to Sendai, to Miyagi. My parents own a small summer cabin by the ocean, I can take you. Like, a beach vacation.”
Oikawa’s eyes widen and he looks at Iwaizumi seriously. His hair is spikey yet it looks so soft, green eyes speckled with gold, crow’s feet lines at the corners. He’s smiling a soft, genuine smile and Oikawa finds himself starting at the almost-there expression lines around his mouth. His teeth are white, straight and perfect and Oikawa suddenly wants to run his tongue across them.
He smiles back at Iwaizumi. “Sure, Iwa-chan, that sounds great. I’ll let you know when I can get time off work.”
“Sounds good, Oikawa.”
***
“Iwa-chaaaan, I’m so full! It was all so good!” Oikawa leans back in his chair and wipes his mouth off with a hand.
“I’m glad you liked it.”
“I’m never going to want ramen in Tokyo again! You’ve ruined me!”
Iwaizumi laughs, deep and rich, and Oikawa can’t help the blush that rises in his cheeks. Iwaizumi is just so easy to get along with. He’s lost track of time completely until he looks around and sees they’re the only people left in the building.
“Iwa-chan, I think we should go. We’re the only ones in here.”
“Okay, okay,” Iwaizumi says as he grabs his phone, “let’s get out of here.”
Oikawa grabs Iwaizumi’s hand as they exit the building, leaning into him as they make their way to Iwaizumi’s car. Iwaizumi doesn’t fail to notice, and scowl at, the small height difference between them that makes Oikawa just a hair taller; Iwaizumi could rest his chin on Oikawa’s shoulder if he wished to.
“Such a gentleman,” Oikawa coos as Iwaizumi opens his door.
“Yeah, well, I was raised to treat my date well.”
“So old fashioned. That explains the roses, huh?”
“I’m regretting getting those for you.”
“Rude! I’ll have you know that I love them.”
“Well you certainly whine enough about them to make me think otherwise.”
Oikawa pouts. “I just wasn’t expecting them. Most people don’t give flowers on first dates anymore. Or greet them at the door. Or open doors for them.”
“Apparently you’ve been going out with the wrong kind of people.”
“Apparently,” Oikawa agrees with a huff, and the two settle into another comfortable silence as Iwaizumi backs out of the shop’s parking lot.
Iwaizumi turns on the radio and the two listen to a mix station - Iwaizumi enjoying some more classic songs with Oikawa exclaiming his love for everything J-pop and American.
“Iwa-chan, stop!!”
Iwaizumi slams on the breaks; luckily no one is behind them.
“What?! What’s wrong?!”
“An arcade!”
“An arcade,” Iwaizumi deadpans.
“I am a pro at table hockey, Iwa-chan, let me tell you. I bet I can beat you with one hand tied behind my back.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Iwaizumi responds and Oikawa blushes.
***
“Iwa-chaaaaaan, how could you? I’m supposed to be the best at table hockey!” Oikawa whines and leans even further down on the hockey table than he already was. Apparently, Oikawa is a bit of a lightweight when it comes to alcohol and the five dollar beer pitcher special wasn’t helping.
“Oh, did I forget to mention that I would come to this arcade all the time when my grandparents would take me to eat at that ramen shop? No? Woops, sorry.”
“You’re not sorry,” Oikawa glares, although the effect is dampened with how pink he’s flushed.
“I’m not sorry,” Iwaizumi agrees.
“One more! Winner gets a kiss!” Oikawa exclaims, fists in the air.
“Oikawa, doesn’t that make us both winners?”
“No, it will make me the winner. Because I’m going to win. Because I’m the best.”
“Fine, bring it.”
Oikawa’s movements are a little sloppy but no less aggressive than last time; in fact, maybe more. Iwaizumi had to pick up the puck that had gotten hit off the table more than twice already. In the interest of saving property and body parts from injury, he lets Oikawa win this one.
“See, Iwa-chan! I told you I was the best!”
“Yeah, Oikawa, you sure are the best,” he good-naturedly agrees.
“Now where’s my kiss?”
“I’m right here, come and get it.”
In a sudden bought of uncharacteristic shyness, Oikawa walks over to Iwaizumi and places both his hands on Iwaizumi’s arms, bodies apart, and pecks him on the mouth.
“What is this, a middle school dance? Come here.”
Iwaizumi wraps one arm around Oikawa’s waist, bringing them closer together and cupping his cheek with his other hand. He leans in and presses his lips to Oikawa’s; they’re plump yet firm and so, so soft. They part and Iwaizumi leans in again, leaning into Oikawa hard to deepen the kiss. He swipes his tongue across Oikawa’s bottom lip and Oikawa opens his mouth. He slips his tongue into Oikawa’s mouth and glides it over teeth, over the roof of his mouth and around until he feels Oikawa’s tongue against his own. Oikawa lets out a small, encouraging noise at that that motivate Iwaizumi to keep going. He puts both his hands on Oikawa’s face and crowds into his space, deepening the kiss as he feels Oikawa trail fingertips over his back.
Iwaizumi pulls back and is rewarded with the image of Oikawa, eyes hooded, lips pink and shiny and a blush high on his cheek.
“Hey,” he whispers as he bumps his hips into Oikawa’s.
“Hey yourself,” Oikawa whispers back.
“You wanna get outa here?”
Oikawa leans forward and kisses Iwaizumi on the cheek.
“Sure thing, Iwa-chan. I don’t have anywhere else to be tonight. Or tomorrow,” Oikawa says with a wink as he grabs his jacket and saunters out towards the car.
***
Oikawa trails his fingertips over Iwaizumi’s neck and jaw for the better portion of the drive home until he rests his head against the window and Iwaizumi guesses that he’s asleep.
“Hey, Oikawa, hey, we’re here. Get up, we’re at your apartment. Here, I’ll walk you to your door.”
“Such a gentleman, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa teases.
“Yeah, you’ve said that before,” Iwaizumi groans but smiles anyway.
The two walk hand-in-hand up the stairs until they reach Oikawa’s door.
“Well, this is it. I had a great time, Oikawa, I hope we can continue doing this.”
“This?”
“Yeah? This….arrangement we have,” Iwaizumi says as he pulls an envelope out of his pocket. “Here’s the money we agreed upon. And I’ll get you that tube of lotion you want. Is there anything else?”
“Uh, no, I-I guess that’s all….,” Oikawa trails off as he takes the envelope from Iwaizumi. Something here feels wrong. He got what he wanted, didn’t he? Someone to take him out and pay for him with no expectations. Everything is agreed upon ahead of time. That thought somehow leaves a sour taste in his mouth.
Iwaizumi turns around and before Oikawa can even think about his actions, he grabs Iwaizumi’s wrist.
“Hey, Iwa-chan, would you like to come inside for coffee?”
