Conquering the Great King

Chapter 7 Conquering the Morning After

Iwaizumi blinked awake, mind moving into quick action to remind him where he was. Not that he really needed the help; when he looked to the side Oikawa was sprawled out across the left side of the bed, long limbs everywhere, chest moving in a steady rhythm.

Iwaizumi grumbled to himself as he attempted to scoot off the bed without rousing Oikawa. Once free of limbs and sheets he bent over to pull his boxers up over his hips, because regardless of what they did last night it felt strange to just walk butt-ass naked through someone else's apartment.

He had mentally archived these undergarments as boxers, but they were boxer-briefs, weren't they? They clung to his legs and ass and left very little to the imagination elsewhere. Iwaizumi frowned as he looked down at himself. Had he unconsciously worn flattering underwear yesterday because he knew he was going to see Oikawa?

Iwaizumi suddenly had no trust for his subconscious. It was definitely plotting against him.

Iwaizumi padded across the carpet and opened the door quietly, shutting it behind him. He lifted his head to glance around the apartment because he thought he remembered where the bathroom was bu--

Iwaizumi froze in place. On the couch was a man-- a large man-- with disheveled black hair and eyebrows that were climbing ever higher.

"Oho ho hoo," his deep voice rattled, smile slicing lopsided up one side of his face, gold eyes shining.

Iwaizumi was very glad he had re-donned his boxers.

Iwaizumi just blinked at him, still stunned, mouth falling slightly agape. He couldn't help but realize that this man was almost as blaringly attractive as Oikawa, if in entirely different ways.

"So you're the one who's been aggressively topping Oikawa," he spoke again. Iwaizumi's eyes grew large but the man went on with a click of his tongue and a wink, "good goin'."

Iwaizumi pointed to his left, "I'm gonna," he began, the word "bathroom" suddenly on such a high academic level that he couldn't move his mouth around it.

"Sure, sure," the man said, nodding, still grinning.

Iwaizumi retreated, knew that's exactly what it looked like, didn't bother to care.

He desperately splashed water over his face after he used the restroom. He thought back to every conversation with Oikawa he'd ever had (fewer than he would have liked, given the amount of sex they'd had), and couldn't remember a single hint of "roommate." He thought about the apartment, the rooms, the belongings. No signs of anyone save for Pompous Slob himself, no extra room that was closed off for another occupant or obviously being used by someone else.

In the middle of this mental reeling Iwaizumi heard Oikawa's voice whine loudly from the living area, "Kuroo--"

His name was Kuroo.

"Why are you heeeere?" Oikawa was complaining, but he didn't actually sound upset. Iwaizumi wasn't sure if he was more or less confused.

The low voice rumbled, "I haven't had a good bout of voyeurism lately."

There was the sound of something being thrown. Then again. Oikawa yipped.

Iwaizumi walked out of the bathroom to see them pulling at opposite ends of a couch cushion. They both halted in their motions to smile at him. It was the actual dictionary definition of unnerving.

"I see you've met Kuroo, Iwa-chan," Oikawa said brightly, clad in nothing but green boxers and a smile. "I'm sorry."

"Oi, that's kind of mean Oikawa," Kuroo said, pulling his gaze away from Iwaizumi to look up at Oikawa from his spot on the couch. He put his hand to his chest and jutted his chest forward, "I am a kind and gentle man and you should be pleased that I'm the first friend of yours he's  met."