[closed for lempereur] A Rush of Adrenaline

[azuhi]

Since Yusuke had expressed an interest in seeing him play, and because he'd been kind enough to share his studio with him, Asahi extends an invitation for Yusuke to attend their next official volleyball game. He's nervous about having someone he knows in the stands, but Asahi also knows that once he's on the court, it'll be a lot easier to forget his surroundings and focus on the match. He can't let his teammates down, after all, and he especially can't disappoint his date.

His date. God, Asahi never imagined he'd be bringing a boy to his games, that someone would want to be there for him, cheering him on. Meeting Yusuke feels like a dream come true, or even a miracle.

Fortunately, the match goes well. Asahi is able to lose his nerves, and keep his head in the game even when things aren't going in Karasuno's favor. And when they are, he's at his peak performance, warmed up from the game and getting better, his spikes getting stronger, faster, and harder to block.

When his team wins, a few people crowd around him to celebrate, thumping his back (and, in Nishinoya's case, happily leaping onto his shoulders), but Asahi still takes a moment to turn to the stands. He makes eye contact with Yusuke and beams triumphantly, without a hint of his usual shyness.

The team heads down to the locker room to get clean and change out of their sweaty clothes. Asahi plans on meeting Yusuke once he's done, and hopefully he has enough time for them to go on another date.

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[lempereur]

[ Yusuke doesn't know anything about sports. He appreciates athletic bodies, the human form in motion, from an aesthetic standpoint, but never put more effort into understanding the games than he needed to to scrape by in PE class.

Until today. He's hopelessly infatuated with a boy who plays volleyball. A tall, handsome boy with long hair and a kind smile, who blushes when they hold hands, and makes him smile when he texts him to say good morning. He's shy, but open, strong, but gentle, and Yusuke has been over the moon since the day they met that this boy finds him worthy of his attention.

And he's passionate about volleyball. So Yusuke has to learn how it works. What better way than to have Asahi show him?

He shows up to the Kurasano gym dressed like he's ready for a nice date moreso than a sports game. His pants are black and form-fitted, with a cozy sweater in a deep purple jewel-tone, loose enough that it sits low to expose his collarbone. He sits as close to the action as possible, standing out with his legs crossed and clapping instead of cheering for much of the game. Over time, he starts to blend in with the other spectators, cheering when Kurasano finally pulls ahead, and even jumping to his feet when Asahi lands a spike.

It's thrilling! He shouldn't be so surprised, given the way that going to battle in the Metaverse used to make him feel, but team sports were never something he paid any mind to. This boy he's seeing is broadening his horizons already.

He catches Asahi's eye during their celebration, smiling and waving from the stands. Yusuke likes seeing this side of him, happy and confident and focused. He can't wait for another minute for Asahi to come out so he can congratulate him, so he finds his way to the locker room himself. With no concern whatsoever about barging in on a dozen strangers in various stages of undress, or the who the hell are you? questioning from a loud boy with a buzz cut, he shows up and starts looking around for the ace. ]

[azuhi]

[The smile and wave he gets from Yusuke mean everything to Asahi, and he carries that rush of warmth along with the elation from winning the match down to the locker room with him, prepared to be very quick about freshening up so that he doesn't keep his date waiting. His date.

At first he doesn't notice when the clamor in the locker room changes from celebration to confusion, but when Tanaka shouts at some kind of intruder, it makes him look up from his belongings. Asahi sees Yusuke before Yusuke sees him, and he's surprised, but also kind of delighted.]

Yusuke-san! [He calls out, walking around one of the low benches to approach him.] What are you doing here? [It's said with a smile, so clearly Asahi is not upset to see him.]

[lempereur]

[ The confusion is justified, given Yusuke's tendency to stare. Purely for aesthetic appreciation, of course, given that his real desire is focused elsewhere. His eyes linger a second too long on a shirtless guy he thinks is the captain, before he's brought back by Asahi's voice, calling to him from across the locker room. His face lights up, suddenly entirely uninterested in anyone else, and he pushes his way past everyone else to get to him. ]

Asahi-san!

[ He squeezes Asahi's (quite muscular) arms, standing arguably too close, looking up at him with stars in his eyes, like no one else is in the crowded, humid, BO-smelling room. ]

You were incredible. I've never seen anything like it. You were so powerful out there. So confident! Congratulations.

[azuhi]

[Was Yusuke just staring at Daichi's back...? Asahi sort of hopes not. Though really, even that can't entirely penetrate the bubble of relief and joy at Karasuno's latest win, or at seeing that bright look on Yusuke's face.

When Yusuke comes into his space, touches him, Asahi's hands move on their own to hold his waist. He'd love to hug him, but it isn't lost on Asahi that he's soaked in his own sweat. Yusuke's such an elegant guy, he'd probably hate that!

But god, that look in his eyes. He's so happy, caught up in the same rush that Asahi's in, clearly. It makes all the adrenaline buzz through his veins like he's back on the court again.]

Thank you. So you had fun? You didn't mind watching? It went on so long, that last set-

[Beneath the buzz, his muscles are tired. He's going to crash very hard later. Right now, he just wants to use the energy he has left to pull Yusuke closer. He's only holding back for the other boy's sake.]

I was happy to see you there.

[lempereur]

[ He was...but only because Daichi was stretching just so, and there are fewer available models than there were back home. His attention is single-mindedly on Asahi the moment he comes into view, and once his hands are on his waist, that touch becomes the whole world. No background murmuring reaches his ears, no other young, athletic body catches his eye. He slips into the loose embrace effortlessly, arms slinging around Asahi's neck. He can feel the damp sweat on his nape, but it doesn't bother him any. ]

It only means I got to watch you longer. But you must be exhausted. I'm impressed you're still standing.

[azuhi]

[Asahi doesn't hold it against him, since he's certainly had more than his fair share of distraction over various other players' bodies.

But none of them are Yusuke, looking up at him with... adoration. Touching him, even though he's far from his freshest. It feels so good, the hands locked around the back of his neck. Asahi can't help but pull Yusuke a little closer. He laughs at the other's very apt comment.]

It's the adrenaline. Once it wears off, I probably won't be able to move. I'm sorry in advance.

[lempereur]

[ This feels more intimate than a celebratory victory embrace. It's closer, it's lingering, there's heat between them...or humidity from the showers. Yusuke twirls a sweat-damp strand of Asahi's hair that's come loose around his finger, smiling. Secretly, he can relate to that feeling of being wiped out on adrenaline, despite never being part of any sport in his life. It's nice, he thinks, that Asahi can catch that feeling without putting himself in danger. He's happy to see it. ]

Well, if you're going to kiss me, you should do it before you fall over.

[azuhi]

[The way Yusuke winds Asahi's hair around his finger, it feels like his whole body is being pulled along with it. How can anyone be so endearing, so wonderful, so kind and sweet and... perfect?

Perhaps under normal circumstances, he'd balk at such an open display of affection being done in front of his whole team. But right now, Asahi's transfixed by Yusuke, and riding the high of their win. The cheeky, flirtatious teasing is exactly the kind that makes his heart race, and his smile softens.

Shyly, he leans in closer to Yusuke, and plants a firm but brief kiss on his lips.]

[lempereur]

[ He has a lot of lost flirtation time to make up for. Texting for a week is all well and good, but Yusuke can come across as too formal, overly-serious even in a context like that. It's so much easier to communicate the longing, the urgency he feels with a look, a touch, a kiss.

Asahi's lips are warm and soft and set Yusuke ablaze. He knows, rationally, that it's just skin touching skin, but it feels like something magical is happening, a tingle vibrating down his spine that couldn't possibly be caused by just a pair of gentle lips and firm hands holding his waist. He's so wrapped up in it that it feels like it lasts longer than it does, clouding his head for a good moment after so he doesn't register any background whooping or suggestions that they get a room. When they separate, and Yusuke realizes he just had his first kiss in a sweaty boy's locker room of a school he doesn't even go to, he flushes deeper than he ever has, but keeps his adoring gaze fixed on Asahi. ]

I should let you get dressed. We can do something relaxing later, if you're tired.

[ He's entirely unaware that could be taken the wrong way, even standing in a room full of hormonal teenage boys. ]

Unless you'll be celebrating with the team.

text; a few days later....

[lempereur]

I had a dream about you last night.

It was erotic.

[azuhi]

[It's evening when Asahi's phone lights up, and he's alone in his room doing homework. The distraction is very welcome, especially when he sees who the text is from.

And then he reads it, and nearly chokes on air.]

Ah, you did? Was it a good dream?

[lempereur]

Well, I did just say it was erotic.

So, yes. It was a good dream.

[ A pause...is this what Joker meant by 'risky texts'? ]

I could describe it to you, if you are interested.

[azuhi]

Well, it still could have been underwhelming!

But I'm glad it wasn't.

[And then a pause on the other end, but... well, Asahi really wants to know.]

If you could, I'd like that. What happened in it?

[lempereur]

With you, I find that unlikely.

I can't recall exactly how it started, but I was seducing you with a suggestive dance. You were enjoying it, which I was sure of, because of the way you looked at me. And because you were pleasuring yourself.

[ Typing dots....typing dots...how to put this without sounding crass? ]

Then you invited me to kneel in front of you and please you with my mouth, to which I enthusiastically agreed. Looking up at you from that angle was quite stimulating.

[azuhi]

[Asahi reads the texts as they come in with a nervous, eager anticipation pooling low in his belly. He can feel his cheeks burn as he reads what Yusuke's written, can't imagine writing those things out himself. Images come to his mind readily, of Yusuke's lithe body, what he might look like dancing that way. What it might look like if he were to kneel between Asahi's legs after all. The opposite angle that Yusuke saw in his dream, where Asahi is the one looking down at Yusuke, watching him.

It's no surprise that his cock quickly goes hard in his shorts. Asahi's gaze darts to his bedroom door, to make sure it's locked, before palming his erection outside of his clothes.]

That's

Wow

Uh

And you'd really like to do something like that?

[lempereur]

In the dream, I enjoyed it very much. I can't recall the sensation so much as the feeling of satisfaction from being able to please you so.

I think I would like to try it. To hear the sounds you'd make, if nothing else. They'd be divine, I'm sure.

[azuhi]

I think if we tried that it would be so hard for me to hold out

Just seeing you like that would be too good. And that's not even including how it'd feel.

I'd be completely at your mercy.

text; a couple weeks later

[lempereur]

Please delete the photo I sent you without a shirt on.

My friend Futaba is threatening to go through your phone if I don't provide her with any salacious details.

[azuhi]

Okay.

[Asahi's heard plenty about Yusuke's friends, and although he thinks they all sound intimidating, Futaba probably scares him the most. She can't exactly see into his soul, but she can hack into his phone, which isn't necessarily too far off.]

I will miss that picture.

[lempereur]

[ They're not intimidating...not really. Not even Futaba, when you see her in person. Asahi could probably pick her up with one arm. It doesn't stop her from getting on Yusuke's last nerve sometimes. ]

I can send you a new one when she finds someone else to bother.

Or, I could show you in person this weekend. I want to see you before my trip back to Tokyo.

[ Which is next week. He's still dreading it, but he's feeling better about it than he was the day he revealed it to Asahi. ]

[azuhi]

[But she'll know Asahi's secrets. Like how he wants to do all sorts of things with his boyfriend. So Asahi will probably never be able to look her in the face, but less pick her up.]

That sounds nice. Both things, honestly. Seeing you, and having something to remember you by.

[lempereur]

[ She probably already does. He hung up on her before she told him what kind of porn his boyfriend watches. ]

To remember me by? I'll only be gone for a few days.

[azuhi]

[If Yusuke really wants to know, he can just ask Asahi himself. He'll get a fun reaction, to say the least.]

I know. It was a joke, I won't really forget you. I could never.

[lempereur]

[ He doesn't wanna know. He doesn't need to know! He is...resisting the very, very faint urge to text her back. ]

Good. I'll miss you.

Do you like that sort of thing? Pictures. I could take more for you.

[azuhi]

I wouldn't want anyone else to see them. Your friends or mine.

But... they're kind of exciting. To get.