[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.

Comments

[azuhi]

[It is so erotic, hearing Yusuke moan his name as he surely comes on the other end of the line. Asahi finds himself fiercely wishing they were together, as his cock twitches a last time. His breathing is hard after his orgasm, though he tries not to breathe too directly into the phone; that can't be pleasant on Yusuke's ears.

He reaches for the tissues on his desk to wipe himself off, and gasps softly when Yusuke speaks up again.]

I was just thinking the same thing. [He confesses, murmuring into his phone.] Can I see you tomorrow? After school?

[lempereur]

Yes.

[ He answers so eagerly, like this little episode in debauchery isn't enough, he just has to have Asahi near him. He's driven Yusuke completely mad. He should be doing homework, not whispering filth over the phone, and yet, he feels no shame. ]

You don't have practice?

[azuhi]

Just stamina training. A run. [Asahi responds quickly.] So not right-right after school, but it'll be quicker than normal.

[There's no need for shame, not when they both clearly want the same thing.]

[lempereur]

Just tell me where to meet you, and I will be yours.

[azuhi]

[Asahi didn't think it was possible to blush so hard after just having come, but Yusuke seems ready to prove him wrong.]

I can come to you. By your school, I mean. That area has some nice places to go.

[lempereur]

Alright. If it isn't an inconvenience for you, I will stay put, and eagerly await my prince.

[ Still cheesin' through the afterglow, clearly. ]

[azuhi]

[Asahi makes a soft, surprised noise at the endearment that Yusuke says so earnestly.]

I think you'd be the prince, between the two of us. [He responds, thinking of Yusuke's princely looks, his elegant mannerisms.]

[lempereur]

What would that make you, then? My knight?

[ He's no prince. Yusuke isn't as delicate as he appears, and he's got no family, besides. But it's a nice fantasy/ ]

[azuhi]

That would be nice.. [Asahi muses softly, hoping he can be up to the task of protecting Yusuke. Not that he needs protecting. He just wants to be close to Yusuke however he can.

A thought occurs to him, then. Close. There are ways to accomplish that that have nothing to do with physical intimacy, as nice as that is.]

Um.. would it be okay if I bring my sketchbook tomorrow, too? To show you? It's nothing amazing, or anything. Not like what you do.

[lempereur]

Yes, of course!

[ He nearly shouts into the phone, but not intentionally because he wants to blow Asahi's ears out. It's just exciting, that Asahi would want to show him at all. To show a part of himself that isn't necessarily out in the open. ]

I would like that. I meant to ask you what you were working on. Obviously, we got distracted, but I do want to see. I hope I've helped inspire you.

[azuhi]

[He feels full of an entirely different kind of warmth at Yusuke's excitement, though with that comes the fear of not living up to his expectations. Fortunately, Yusuke seems to catch himself, and is much gentler as he continues sharing his enthusiastic approval.

Asahi takes a deep breath.]

You really have. I haven't shown anyone before, but I want to know what you think. Just... please be patient with me?

[lempereur]

I can be patient.

[ He is not a patient person. But if he tries very, very hard...Asahi is worth it. Really, even if they're horrible, he'll be grateful for the chance to know him better. He wants to know all there is to know. ]

I would be honored to be your first.

[azuhi]

[Does he have to word it like that? It instantly makes Asahi think of the other first Yusuke already is to him, and he's starting to get heated all over again.]

Good. [He breathes out, somewhat nervously still.] Don't let me chicken out, okay?

[lempereur]

[ As hormonal and disastrously horny for Asahi as he is...the double entendre is completely unintentional. Nothing but earnestness here. ]

I won't. I'll see them if I have to snatch them right from under your nose.

[azuhi]

[Asahi makes a noise between a hum and a surprised laugh.]

Okay. Good. Tomorrow, then?

[lempereur]

It can't come soon enough.

[azuhi]

[Asahi agrees. Eventually, they do have to end their phone call. Asahi gets himself cleaned up after the small mess he made and goes to bed with a bit more of a nervous flutter in his stomach. Asking Yusuke to look at his work had been something he'd gone back and forth about since meeting the artist; on the one hand, he trusted Yusuke's taste, and his skill was undeniable. But on the other hand, Asahi is no where near good enough... what if Yusuke didn't like his work after all? It would be a big blow to his self-esteem. Yusuke doesn't seem like the type to sugar coat his thoughts, after all. Which Asahi appreciates about him, but it could also break his glass heart so easily...

He carries this fear inside of him all throughout the next day, which makes focusing in class difficult. Volleyball practice helps, especially running, which gives him enough physical sensation to focus on. It also means that practice ends earlier, since another team is using the gym after school. After freshening up, Asahi hurries to Shiratorizawa to meet up with Yusuke, flustered and rosy-cheeked when he finds his boyfriend waiting.]

Hi.. I hope I didn't make you wait too long!

[lempereur]

[ He could have been exactly on time, ten minutes early, or an hour late - Yusuke wouldn't know the difference, lost in his sketchbook as he is. He's sitting on the grass on the outskirts of a soccer field, sketching the players, unbeknownst to them at they practice. None of them are quite as inspiring as his boyfriend (which still dazzles him to realize), but even at a distance, their muscles in motion make for worthy anatomy studies.

As a consequence, Yusuke doesn't even notice Asahi until he's right beside him, but when he does, his face brightens quickly from concentration to adoration, patting the spot beside him in an invitation. ]

Of course not. Just long enough to miss you, and not a moment more.

[azuhi]

[Asahi did take a moment to pause and appreciate how gorgeous Yusuke looks when he's focused on his art; the serious, almost studious expression as he gazed at the soccer players was intense enough that he couldn't even be jealous.

Not that there's anything to be jealous over. Not with the way Yusuke's smile blooms when he realizes Asahi's there. It makes him feel so warm, to be on the end of that affection. How is Yusuke so smooth? How can he so reliably make Asahi's heart race?]

Oh.. [He murmurs softly, settling down in the grass beside his boyfriend.] Your drawings look amazing.

[lempereur]

[ Yusuke's "smoothness" is entirely unintentional. It's just pure earnestness, exactly what's on his mind, nothing more and nothing less. With the smile still on his face, he scoots close so that they're sitting shoulder to shoulder. ]

Oh, they're only sketches, really...how was your day?

[azuhi]

[The touch of their arms sends electricity through his veins. Asahi didn't know that could be such a pleasant feeling. His gaze darts down to Yusuke's sketchbook again, and he shrugs his opposite shoulder a little.]

That just makes it even more amazing, that these are just sketches. It's like every time I think I remember how good you are, it's never as good as reality.

[He smiles and bumps his knee against Yusuke's.]

My day was okay. The same as usual. Yours?

[lempereur]

[ Yusuke can't help but blush at Asahi's praise. He doesn't typically care what people think of him or his work, but Asahi's approval means a lot to him. Shyly, he closes the sketchbook and looks across at Asahi. ]

It was exhausting, really. I'm glad to see you.

[ He leans his head against the athlete's shoulder, sighing, but finding comfort in his presence. ]

[azuhi]

[Asahi hesitates for a brief moment, then puts his arm around Yusuke and hugs him just a little closer.]

I'm sorry. Did something happen, or was it just a long day?

[lempereur]

[ Yusuke hesitates for a longer moment. It's been nice here, not being embedded so deep in the Tokyo art scene that everyone around him knows the salacious details of the Madarame scandal. The events that catapulted the Phantom Thieves to even greater heights, that all his classmates would whisper about when they thought he couldn't hear, not knowing that it was he who exposed it. To everyone else it was juicy gossip, but it was Yusuke's life. It still is, now that he's being dragged back into it.

He takes a deep breath, and shakes his head against Asahi's sleeve. ]

I'm fine. [ That's not what he asked... ] Do you want to go to my room? Some privacy might be nice.

[ Because he's nervous about showing his drawings. Not a come on. Not on purpose, anyway. ]

[azuhi]

[The mention of his room makes Asahi blush. It was where they'd done it, last time, and while he doesn't know if it'll happen again, the memory is enough to make him warm. Maybe they will. But Yusuke seems tired, so probably not.

Asahi nods and stands, then offers Yusuke his hand.]

Okay. Through the door this time?