Work Text:
On days when Kageyama has morning practice and finishes in the late afternoon, it’s not unusual for Iwaizumi to come home to a quiet apartment. He usually finds his boyfriend watching a volleyball match on his laptop, headphones on, reading a magazine (about volleyball, of course), or in some convoluted position out on their balcony as he does yoga, which Kageyama has recently picked up after hearing Hinata brag about how good he is at it. It’s always a pleasant surprise when it’s a yoga day; the sight of Kageyama’s excellent butt sticking up in the air and his thighs flexing through the various poses is a very, very tasty treat after a long day at work.
Today is not a yoga day. It’s also not a laptop day, or a magazine day. What Iwaizumi’s boyfriend is doing, he does not know, but judging from the sight of the couch cushions in complete disarray and various magazines along with the TV remote strewn about the living room floor, it… doesn’t look good.
“Tobio?” Iwaizumi can’t help the little shake in his voice. His heart is pounding as he drops his gym bag and hurries into the living room. There isn’t any blood—that he can see, at least—and no broken windows; other than the cushions and the objects on the floor, nothing else appears to be amiss. He breathes a small, unsteady sigh of relief.
“Tobio, are you here?” he calls out a little more loudly, even though he knows he saw Kageyama’s shoes and his set of house keys in the genkan. “What are you doing?”
When all he gets in response is silence, Iwaizumi tries again. It’s after his third time calling out, hands carding through his hair in worry as he stands in the bathroom, that he hears it—a familiar voice calling out “I’m in here” from the direction of the bedroom.
“Tobio?” Iwaizumi rushes over and tries opening the door, but it is, apparently, locked. His heart starts racing again, and he knocks a bit more sharply than he probably intended.
“Hey, is everything OK? Are you hurt?”
“No.”
“No everything’s not OK, or not you’re not hurt?”
“The second one.”
Kageyama’s voice is muffled from being on the other side of the door, but it otherwise sounds completely normal. Iwaizumi takes a slow, long breath of relief. “OK, that’s good. Can I come in? It’s been a pretty stressful day and I want to see you.”
“No. I mean, I want to see you too,” he hears Kageyama say in a rush, “But I can’t let you in.” There’s a brief pause. “Sorry.”
“Oh-kay. Can you tell me why?”
Another pause, longer than the one before. “Because I don’t want the spider to come in.”
Iwaizumi almost doesn’t hear it with how softly Kageyama says it, but when he asks his boyfriend to repeat it, the answer is the same: “I don’t want the spider to come in.”
It is with great difficulty that Iwaizumi stifles the laugh that threatens to burst from his chest. He wonders if he’d known before that Kageyama Tobio, his 6’2” athletic menace of a boyfriend, has a fear of spiders. He doesn’t think he remembers ever learning that Kageyama had a particular fear of anything, to be honest.
“I think it’s fine. I didn’t see anything when I went through the apartment,” Iwaizumi tries to assure him; and for good measure, he takes a quick look around him, just in case the spider currently terrorizing his boyfriend is lurking around the corner.
“He’s probably hiding somewhere,” Kageyama says. “I was just sitting on the couch reading, and then I felt a sort of shadow hovering over me. When I looked up, the spider was dangling from the ceiling right above my head. I tried to hit him with my magazine, but he just landed on the floor and started crawling around.”
“Uh huh,” said Iwaizumi encouragingly, ever the supportive partner. His heart is pounding again, but for a different, more tender reason.
“I threw the remote at him, but I missed; and then he started crawling up the couch, so I ran in here. And now I don’t know where he is. So I can’t open the door.”
It is a very good thing that the two of them are separated by said door, because Kageyama surely wouldn’t like the soft, fond smile that spreads across Iwaizumi’s face. He presses a cheek against the wood, and he thinks that he can feel the heat of Kageyama on the other side.
“Give me a few minutes,” he says. “I’ll get rid of that spider and let you know when it’s safe.”
He finds it—or rather, he, he supposes—behind the TV console. To Kageyama’s credit, he was rather large, and extremely energetic, and it takes Iwaizumi quite a bit of time and an impressive display of athleticism to chase the spider into an empty plastic container. Placing a hand over the top, he carries the container out onto the balcony, then leans over the railing.
“Sorry, little guy,” Iwaizumi growls, removing his hand to let the spider scurry onto the outer balcony wall. “Nothing personal, but nobody messes with my boyfriend.”
He makes sure that the spider has crawled down to the floor below them—perhaps to terrorize their downstairs neighbors, whom he never liked very much anyway—before he returns inside. It takes a bit of coaxing, but after he reassures Kageyama that yes the spider is really gone, yes he watched it crawl away, yes he securely closed the balcony door, and yes he washed his hands even though he didn’t touch the spider, the bedroom door slowly, finally opens to reveal Iwaizumi’s scowling, dearly missed boyfriend.
When Iwaizumi opens his arms, Kageyama immediately falls into them.
“He’s gone now, I promise,” Iwaizumi says. He begins rubbing slow, gentle circles up and down his boyfriend’s back.
“He was really big,” Kageyama mumbles; the movement of his mouth and jaw tickles Iwaizumi’s shoulder. “And his legs were really long.”
“Yeah, they were.“ Iwaizumi pulls back just a bit, and looks up into his boyfriend’s eyes. He gives him the most serious look he's able to manage, given the circumstances and what he did just minutes before. “That spider was really tough. So I think I deserve a reward.”
Kageyama tilts his head in confusion, and Iwaizumi is sure Kageyama can feel his heart exploding. “A reward? Like what?”
“Hmmm.” Still holding Kageyama in his arms, he walks forward slowly until they’re both backed into the bedroom. Iwaizumi kicks his foot behind him to close the door, and this time, he and Kageyama are together on the same side.
He leans forward until their foreheads are touching. “There are a few things that I want that I’m pretty sure you can give me.”
The first kiss is light, the second a little deeper. On the third kiss--a hungry, opened-mouthed one--Iwaizumi feels large hands gripping and caressing down his body, lower, lower, until they stop at his buttocks and give both cheeks a firm squeeze.
Iwaizumi has no doubt that he will be rewarded very, very handsomely.