Oikawa leans his head against the wall against which the bathtub is recessed. The golden rays of the afternoon sun cascading through the open window above him, spilling across the bluish tiles of the room, turning them into shimmering mirrors that reflect the dance of light, transforming the bathroom almost into a sanctuary. With his long legs dangling over the edge, Oikawa gently swings them as he hums, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.
He thinks about how long it will take to forget the patterns that decorate it.
Then, the tranquillity is interrupted by the sound of wet footsteps approaching, accompanied by the gentle spill of water from the tub as another body joins him. Oikawa smiles and looks down as a darker, more pronounced leg, submerged up to the knee, rests on his thigh. He likes the contrast of their skins, the warmth they share each time they connect.
"And you have the audacity to complain about me when I take too long to rinse" He playfully taunts, lifting his gaze to meet Iwaizumi's. He too leans against the wall, his head tilted towards him, a soft smile gracing his lips.
Hajime has always been handsome. But now, with damp hair falling over his forehead like when he was a kid, cheeks kissed by the warmth of the bath and August sun and emerald green eyes sweetened by sunlight, he is ethereal.
Tooru thinks about how long it will take before he misses Iwa-chan's gaze.
"Do you forget that you came in ten minutes before me?" He gently taps Oikawa’s knee with his and Oikawa rolls his eyes amusedly.
"Details, Iwa-chan."
And silence opens up between them, soft and comfortable. Oikawa hums again, taking Iwaizumi's hand as he gently places it on his thigh, palm up. Tooru's smile widens as he slowly intertwines their fingers, fascinated by the way they fit together.
Oikawa thinks about how long it will take to forget the warmth of Iwa-chan's skin.
They stay like that a little longer, listening to the echo of birds in the distance and the trickle of water. Years ago, when they were so small that the bathtub looked like a swimming pool, the silences had been filled by childish laughter between the "Oh, no, Hajime-chan, Zilla-chan sinking, Alien-chan to the rescue!", "Code 1-4, flying saucer sunk!", "Put the bang-bang down, Hajime-chan, I have a rubber duck and I'm not afraid to use it!" and the "Water volleyball bomb, everyone take cover, Tooru!", "Ha, a duck is no match for my water bang-bang!", "No, Tooru, watch out for the Aliens, they're the traitors!", by brute splashes of water that tried to simulate tsunamis, by the volleyball hitting the tiles, by the shrill quack, quack of the rubber ducks.
And it’s fine, because now they know how to control the volleyball as an extension of themselves, the rubber duckies are safe with Takeru and Godzilla is safe too from the water on Hajime's shelf next to the toy aliens. But there are moments when Tooru would give his soul not to grow up, to halt the march of time.
Because sometimes it is not easy. Because it’s frightening to be an adult. Because it's scary to know that the weight of responsibility now rests squarely on your shoulders, and that future you thought was unreachable is already there, about to collide with your present.
Oikawa thinks about how long it will take him to get used to Argentina without his parents, without his sister, without his nephew, without his Hajime.
"Do you... Do you think we can handle this?" He whispers, too weak for his liking.
Two days left until Hajime flies to California. Four for Tooru to fly to Argentina.
Oikawa thinks about how long it will take for his heart to break, whether it will be when Hajime leaves or when he does.
Iwaizumi doesn't respond immediately, but instead, he tenderly squeezes their clasped hands and lets out a sigh. Though they've broached this topic countless times before, the lingering fear still hovers, a constant presence breathing down their necks with a cold breath.
"Yes" He says, with no trace of doubt in his voice, like all the other times. But this time, he keeps talking, his words serving as a balm to Oikawa's trembling heart. "Because it's you and me. I can't promise eternity, for none can foresee the future," he turns his head and Tooru takes a deep breath before doing the same and meeting his gaze, intense, warm and full of serenity " but I can vow to give you my all, as I have for eighteen years."
There's an earnestness, an honesty, a steadfastness in his words that causes Oikawa's smile to bloom once more, genuine and tender, his eyes shimmering with emotion, cheeks mirroring the flush of Iwaizumi's own.
Oikawa thinks about how long he will stop loving him and immediately knows the answer: never.
"If you take more than two months to visit me once I've settled in Argentina, I'll consider it infidelity and report you to your mom" He says, but there's no warmth behind his words and Hajime's deep laughter rumbles in the bathroom.
"You're really insufferable"
Tooru playfully sticks out his tongue before leaning in to finally meet his lips, yielding to the tender pressure of Iwaizumi's soft, full lips before he laughs softly against them as a large, reassuring hand envelops his waist with eager impatience.
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inspired by this old but really old iwaoi fanart that lives rent free in my mind
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Goose starts it when he and Carole get a home together. He kisses her on her lips or cheek or nose every morning, before leaving the house. Sometimes Carole is still asleep and he ends up kissing her hair to not wake her up, other she is faking being asleep so she can drag him back in bed for other five to fifteen minutes.
Once Slider is with them, in their life, in their bed, reading fairytales to Bradley before getting him in bed, leaving the house is even more complicated, expecially when Slider hasn't a morning hop and Goose has to kiss both of them goodbye.
(Goose has never loved weekends as much as when he doesn't have the get up early, Bradley is at Ice and Mav, and even if he gets up he can come back and borrow himself between Carole and Slider, kissing them whenever he can and falling back asleep in no time.)
When neither he nor Slider is around, sometimes deployments can be a bitch, Goose asks Bradley to kiss his mom on her cheek, because he's sure it's going to make her day so much better.
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— light nsfw, light smut
He brushes aside the locks of his damp forehead and his fingers glide across his face as gently as caresses the petals of a flower, feeling the warm, soft skin through his fingers.
Iwaizumi smiles, all dimples and love as Oikawa fights his way back to reality after his second orgasm. He blinks slowly, his honey-colored eyes unfocused and cloudy. A blush spreads like a vast ocean across his nose and cheeks, still marked by small traces of dried tears. His swollen lips, pink and moist from fervent kisses, part slightly, agitated breath flowing between them in an attempt to find calm.
"Hajime" he gasps, his voice hoarse from screaming, almost on the verge of a whimper as he reaches out his arm and clings to Iwaizumi's bicep, asking him through eyes for what he wants.
Oikawa is simply ethereal. Oikawa is the most beautiful person Iwaizumi has ever seen, touched, heard and loved.
And he's all his.
"I'm here, my pretty boy" Hajime whispers, kissing Oikawa's forehead, the corner of his eye, the tip of his nose, his cheek, his chin. He smells of sweat, of the mint and lavender scent of their pillow, of sex when it's done with love. "Good job, Tooru, good boy. You've been so obedient, pleased me so well." He speaks close to his ear, noticing how his body shudders beneath his, how his hand clings a little tighter and his nails dig into his skin again. "You're perfect, babe."
"Perfect for you?" Oikawa murmurs, his mind still under that pleasurable haze.
Hajime widens his smile, planting another kiss beneath his ear before lifting his head to meet his gaze, still moist but more awake and luminous.
"Of course, love. You're so perfect for me. Because you were born to be mine and only mine, Tooru." He continues to flatter him, now running a finger across the bridge of his nose which crinkles tenderly at his touch. "I was waiting for you at the moment I came to this world."
Tooru's lower lip trembles slightly and his arms immediately wrap around Iwaizumi's neck, pulling Iwaizumi down until his whole body rests against his. Hajime moans as their warm skins brush against each other again and Tooru's long fingers graze the still fresh scratches on his back, but he immediately sinks his face into Oikawa's neck, rolling onto his back so that he can wrap his arms around him tightly.
"You're mine too. Hajime is mine" he snuggles into his shoulder, hair tickling the nose and cheek of Iwaizumi, who snorts affectionately, stroking the length of his strong back with his fingertips.
In love, he is totally and eternally in love with Oikawa.
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ngl im so shy writing smut even if it's light like this but hope u enjoyed it!!
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