Touch Me [sakuatsu]

Day 5

After their volleyball match ended the next day, the two walked together back to Sakusa's dorm room as planned. Their conversation was focused on the match, which they lost. They were both pretty disappointed in the outcome and both men were going over their own mistakes and vowing to do better next time.

When they reached Sakusa's dorm room, the mood suddenly changed. It was as if the anticipation of what was to come had overshadowed everything they had been discussing. Kiyoomi unlocked the door and turned on the light and invited Atsumu in. He took off his shoes and put them next to his gym bag. Atsumu did the same as he looked around to take in the small room.

It was very tidy, unsurprisingly. A bed neatly made with a blue blanket on top, a desk with nothing on top except a lamp, and dresser also clear of debris. The closet door was closed, there were no clothes or food items anywhere to be seen. A few volleyball posters adorned the walls. Not so much your typical dorm room, thought Atsumu, but typical of Omi-kun.

It finally dawned on Atsumu that Omi-kun had a single dorm room so there would not be any chance of a roommate coming in during one of their sessions. That was a good thing.

"So," said Atsumu brightly, "Want to start right away?"

"Sure," replied Kiyoomi. "Should we um, sit down?"

At that moment they both seemed to realize that the only place for two people to sit down in the small room was on the bed. Atsumu didn't seem to think much of it. It was more just a fact to him, but Sakusa was panicking. Now not only did he have his crush in his dorm room, alone, but they were going to (gulp) sit on the bed?

He tried not to show his desperation to avoid that situation and said, "Let's stand." He must have sounded normal enough because Atsumu nodded.

Atsumu came to stand directly in front of Sakusa. They began again with hands but this time, Atsumu grabbed both of Kiyoomi's hands at once.

"Is this okay?" he asked?

Sakusa nodded. It felt okay, even nice. Now that he was getting used to the idea of touching someone, he was starting to see how nice it could feel to hold someone's hand, especially if that person was blonde with beautiful brown eyes and a mischievous smile. He looked up at Atsumu's face and thought again, I should just tell him. Now is a good time. But like before, he couldn't seem to find the words or the courage so he just stood there, enjoying the warmth of Miya's hands in his.

After a couple of minutes, Atsumu suggested they move onto wrists and forearms. Atsumu gently grasped both Sakusa's wrists at once, sending a shiver up the spiker's spine. Oh, yeah. This was nice if Atsumu was doing it. He wasn't sure he wanted anyone else ever touching him, but pushed the thought aside and tried to concentrate on the sensations and the warmth that radiated up his arms. If he could have sighed without looking like a weirdo, he would have.

Next, Atsumu suggested they switch so he let go and offered his wrists out to his friend. Sakusa grabbed them both, causing another spark of electricity that Kiyoomi was not expecting. He realized that he wasn't merely comfortable holding Atsumu's wrists, he was ... turned on? What the hell? Images came to his mind unbidden. He realized with an acute ache that he wanted to hold Miya like this and kiss him. But he couldn't, could he? He was filled with self-doubt and pushed the entire line of thought away. He looked away, hoping his feelings were not on display for Atsumu to see and possibly mock.

Atsumu was having a similar reaction to having both wrists grabbed like that. He was also feeling a little confused at having these feelings about his friend. I mean, Omi-kun was super hot, but they were friends and teammates and he should not be thinking about him in a sexual way. Right? Maybe it was just having his wrists held that was turning him on. He always did like things a little rough. So he cleared his throat and suggested they moved onto arms.