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Tsukishima was exauhsted. Trainer Ukai made them train so much lately. It's not rare that he comes home and immediatly falls asleep. He actually likes that felling. It means he doesn't have to think as much a usual. It is relasing falling asleep. It frees him from his own mind. But today that feeling won’t come. He was chalenged by the trainig earlier but he doesn't feel tierd enough that the sleep would find him volenteerly.
Since the feeling wouldn't come he decided to take a shower to get rid of the sweat and maybe find a gay club to go to afterwards.
He enters the shower and immediately turns the water ice cold. The water poured down his schoulders and left an pleasnt pain on his skin. The coldness calms his thoughts down. He puts his hands on his shoulders and puts his head under the shower head so the water could run over his head. It pours between his hair and colds his brain. He won’t stop standing under the cold water until his brain freezes and his braincells scream for mercy.
He feels terrible and the cold made him feel a little better. He turns the water off to put some shampoo in his hair. His thoughts starded circulating even more without the pain the little paths of water created on his skin. He thinks about volleyball. One of the only things that bring him the slightest joy these days. But now everyone seems to be better than him. In middle school he used to be one of the best thanks to his height. But now… . They’re all so passionate about it that Kei can’t follow with all the extra training.
I‘m so pathetic. Not even for my biggest passion I can plan some extra training. But how should I even compete with the physics of Hinata? They’re just all way more talented than me. With that thought on his mind he turns the water bak on and the pleasnt pain crwals all over his skin again.
After stepping out of the shower he drys himself off. He shakes his head to get rid of at least some of the water in his hair. He hates the feeling of wet hair on the fresh air. But since it was summer his hair should dry faster anyway. He wrapps the towel around his waist and walks back to his room. He takes his cellphone up from his desk and sits down on the edge of his bed. He looks if the gay bar he tends to go to really is open right now. Just to double check. Luckily it is and so his decision was made.
He opend the drawer at the bottom of his wardrobe with a key that was hidden in his desk. He wouldn’t allow someone to take a look on the contents within it. Not his teammates. Not his friends. Not Yamaguchi. Not his mother. Especially not his mother! It’s not like he doesn’t like her but he’s scared to ruin their relationship sice he‘s being absent around her all the time. He won’t allow her to hate her too. He won’t give her one chance to see him the way he sees himself. Thats the reason he let her believe that this drawer was stuck and that he has no idea where the key was.
After a few thoughts he grabs a white croptop, a blue skirt, a black chocker, several other necklaces and black chunky boots out of the drawer and closes it again carefully.
He puts on the outfit he just handpicked and puts contacts in his eyes. He does that all the time when he goes out. He somehow feels more anonymous and stops worrying if someone recognizes him when he does that. Apart from that he feels way more confident without his glasses. He decided fast after he got the glasses that he doesn’t like his face with them. But he never really shared this thought with anyone. This and the reason that he feels like he could hide behind them makes him wear them all the time.
Thankfully neither his mother nor his brother was home so could change here.Usually he would search for a public restroom to get changed. But when they aren’t home there was no need for him to search for one. His mom has nightshift at the hospital and won’t be home before 8 a.m. and his brother has a sleepover at one of his friends.
As he put some eyeliner on his eyes he steps to the door and leaves the house with nothing but his cellphone and some money he storage in a pocket that’s sewed in his skirt. He was always scared that some of his neighbors would see him walking out of his door like this. Even though it was already 11 p.m. and all of his neighbors could be age wise his grandparents and they’re all sleeping at this time.
Since it is a +18 club he heads to so he has to show his fake ID at the entrance. But nobody cared anyways how old he was. He often saw kids here that clearly aren’t 18 and still passed the control. As he enters the room the bass slams against his eardrums. His ears are welcoming that numbing sound while he walks to the sits down at the bar and gets himself a beer. He doesn’t have a hihg resistence against alcohol. He’s glad about it because since he barely drinks enough throughout the day he has difficultys drinking much at once. So when he wants to get drunk an forget about life he can just drink two beers and most of his thoughts turn silent.
He sits on a barstool and sips on his beer while glancing on the dancing people. He observes some man dancing thight and making out to „Boys don’t cry“ from the cure. A black haired man on the dance floor suddenly catches his attention. He couldn’t see him very clearly but he looked very hot from far away. He hurried drinking his already second beer before he stood up.
As he walks on the dancefloor the man with black spiky hair approaches. „Hey, pretty boy“ he sais with a flirty voice. He looked at the man who just adressed him. His arms and legs look verry strong. He looks very handsome with the little smirk on his face „Hey, good looking“ he answers. The fabric of his tight shirt let Tsukishima see his sixpack. The man is wearing a red almost sports looking like shorts and his long, trained legs showed up underneath. He let's his gaze slowly flowting upwards to his face. How is his face so pretty? His face is perfectly symmetrical. And those beautiful hazelnut brown eyes. The other man gets closer to him and whispers, as far as wispering is possible in his ear „Can I touch you?“. Tsukki is surprised by this question and blushed lightly. He hasn’t heard this question a lot in clubs but he appreciate it a lot. He knows that the other male must be somewhere near his age. He sure as hell is older than him but not more than 3 years. „You can do what ever you want, handsome“. The man with the hazelnut brown, cat like eyes takes another steps towards Tsukishima and lies his hands on tsukkis waist and let them slowly slide down to his hips. They start moving to the rythem and dance to the music. While dancing they move closer and closer.
Their so close that tsukki is forced to put his arms on the shoulders of the slightly smaller man. His cheeks turn even more red as faces moved closer and their noses almost touched. „Does the pretty boy has a name?“ he said half screaming to drown the loud musik. "T-Tsukishima" Shit. Since when do I get so nervous? That's fucking emberessing. I look like a virgen when I keep acting like this. " What a beautiful name for such a beautiful person." the older one sais. Their lips only a few centimeters appart.
Kei blushes even more then befor as the man let his hands slide down fom Tsikkis waist to his butt only a few seconds befor he closes the gap between their lips. He closes his eyes and enjoyed how the soft lips feel on his own. He opens his mouth to welcome the foreign thoung. This moment supresses all the negative feelings from the day. All the guilt, all the anger, all the self hatred gone. He feels like those lips could kiss away all his problems. The smaller guy squeezes his buttcheakes and Kei sights into the the kiss. The other seems to like this reaction cause Kei can feel the other one smiles into the kiss.
The black haired guy elicts another reaction from Kei as he now moved closer with his hips, so that the middle of their hips touch. Kei lets out a quiet "Fuck~" which the other one heared and comments with a grin. "Want to go on the toilet?" he asks in a slightly panting voice. Kei nods. It's a little movement. He immediately regreets not saying somthing cause it could be interpreted as if he wasn't sure. Actually the opposite was the case. He never was so sure he wanted someone. Gosh, there is no better distraction than this man. I would do nothing rather than this. Why do I then look like I am undecided?
"Are you sure that's what you want?" Shit he noticed it too. How can he be so perfect? This man is way out of my leauge. "Yes. You trained so much for this body. Would be sad if I couldn't apprecheat it." He said in the flitiest way possible. Now the other one looks like he couldn't hold back anymore, now that he got the permission. The man dragges Tsukki through the crowd in the direction of the toilets.
The music was still loud in the toilet even though the walls damped the volume a lot. The hazelnut brown eyes hit him with a hungry glance as he close the cabine door and turnes around. A pair of hands immediately crawl up his chest under his crop top. He leans against the touch and connects his lips again with the ones hes so desperate for. They make out passionately until while the hands find their way to tsukkis skirt and start to crawl his legs upwards. He start sliding his own hands in the shorts of the other one. Both groan at the touch of each other.
Suddenly one hand removes from under his skirt and grabs both his wrists and pinns them over his head on the cabin wall. .“Don’t be so impatient.“ the smaller guy said in a deep, sexy voice. The other hand that still rested on his thigh moves slowly up.