A liars truth

Chapter 21??

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"Shit," Sakusa hisses, holding Atsumu's head down with both hands, pressing his feet firmly against the bed, using it as leverage to thrust his hips up. "God, your fucking tongue ."

Atsumu moans as Sakusa fucks his mouth, his one hand reaching down to jerk himself off.

"You take me so well," He pants, his thrusts getting faster and shallower, as he frantically stretches an arm out to hold onto the sheets, the other keeping Atsumu's head in place, "Gonna make me come- fuck fuck fuck."

"Atsumu." He groans loudly, pushing Atsumu's head further down while pulling on the sheets so hard that they start to come undone, his hips buck, and he shoots down his throat.

As he rides out his orgasm, pushing out the last weak dribbles of come, Atsumu moans around his cock, shooting his own come all over the sheets.

Damn. And they'd just changed those three days ago, too.

Atsumu pulls off his dick with a pop and lazily smiles at him, crawling up to press their lips together.

Sakusa sighs contentedly, closing his eyes, and stroking the back of his neck as he kisses back. "You're too damn good at that. I hate it."

Atsumu stretches, reaching for the tissues on the bedside table, cleaning up his hand. "Ya do always come too fast when I go down on ya."

"Shut the fuck up." Sakusa laughs, pressing one last kiss to Atsumu's jaw before pulling him down on top of him. "We're gonna have to change the sheets again, damn you."

Atsumu snuggles closer, "Mmm, s'not my fault ya look too fuckin' sexy from down there. Stop complainin' and cuddle me. I deserve it."

"You do, I guess. Ten minutes." Sakusa says, hiding his face in Atsumu's hair. "Ten minutes and we change the sheets and take a shower so we can watch that new Netflix show you were talking about."

Atsumu's entire face lights up. "Yay."

Sakusa's chest squeezes. He's so cute. What the fuck.

It's an hour later, thirty minutes into The Haunting of Hill House, Atsumu's head comfortably resting on his chest, that Sakusa gets a text from his dad.

He makes a confused noise. His dad rarely texted him. They had weekly scheduled calls.

"Who is it?" Atsumu asks, eyes not leaving the screen.

"Just my dad." Sakusa answers, reaching for his phone.

"Mmm."

He opens the message.

Almost instantly, his blood turns cold. His hand stiffens, his tight grip on his phone making it shake. His vision starts to go slightly blurry at the edges.

Atsumu seems to sense that something's wrong because he looks up curiously, and once he catches the expression on Sakusa's face, he sits up worriedly. "Omi? What's wrong?"

He tries to swallow. His mouth is dry. "It's a link."

Atsumu's eyebrows furrow, before turning his gaze down to the phone screen and it's opened to an article about... The Top 5 Cutest Ships In Sports!

Shit, Atsumu thinks, knowing where this is going.

1. Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu (SakuAtsu) of The MSBY Black Jackals - Of course, no one is surprised to see these two in the #1 spot, because they were absolutely #1 in votes by a long-shot, despite not even being a real couple! (Or... are they? 🧐) These two aren't known for being affectionate and sweet like the others below them on this list, but rather, for their hilarious banter and undeniable chemistry on the court. These two actually live together and have been playing against each other as rivals since their high school days! No wonder they seem to bounce off each other so well! Their teammates seem to love teasing these two together because of it! Plus, fans always like to point out that they always look at each other like they hung the stars in the sky. Here's a short video compilation of them doing just that plus a few of their other adorable and funny moments:

Oh shit, Atsumu thinks, eyes going from the article back to Sakusa's face.

He doesn't even wanna know what his boyfriend's dad had said in reaction to that. Atsumu's seen that video. It has a few hundred thousand views. He knows what it looks like. And it's exactly what it looks like, that's the problem.

"Omi?" Atsumu says urgently, prying the phone out of Sakusa's shaky hand. He sets it down, before taking both of Sakusa's hands in his, rubbing them to warm them up and get them to relax. "Omi, yer spiraling. Ya gotta breathe."

It's an old mantra that Sakusa doesn't have to say to himself as often anymore.

In and out. Inhale, exhale. It'll be fine.

He focuses on his breathing, focuses on the warm hands wrapped around his own, focuses on Atsumu's voice, tries to forget about the article, tries not to think about the reason for why the hell his own dad would send him that.

"Atsumu?" He croaks, and he doesn't know why he's even saying his name.

"M'right here, Omi-Omi." Atsumu assures, pressing a kiss to his temple. "Right here."

"Okay." Sakusa nods, slowly but surely coming back from the brink of a panic attack. "M'good."

He gives himself a few long moments before he reaches for his phone again, bracing himself to read whatever the fuck his dad had said about it.

It's not as bad as he thought it would be.

It was still pretty bad. But at least it wasn't 'Are you gay?' or anything along those lines.

It was simply, "You should be careful about the way you act, Kiyoomi. If people keep thinking things like this, it could hurt your career or your chances at finding yourself a decent girl. Especially considering the fact that your roommate, Atsumu, most likely practices that lifestyle. Be careful. Take care."

Atsumu scoffs and Sakusa winces.

"Practices that lifestyle. Be careful." He repeats, the words bitter on his tongue. "I suck yer son's dick for breakfast, good sir, 'n he likes it."

"Atsumu."

"What?" Atsumu shrugs, turning to face the forgotten TV screen. "It's true."

"I know, but just..." Sakusa sighs. "Just... try not to let it get to you."

Atsumu turns and gives him a look. "Omi, ya really need to listen to yer own advice sometimes."

Sakusa thinks back to literally a minute ago when he was on the verge of losing his mind and needed help breathing. Right.

Sakusa takes a deep breath, gathering Atsumu in his arms, kissing the back of his ear 'cause he knows it always makes Atsumu shiver. He does.

"I'm sorry, okay?" Sakusa says against his neck, and he means it. "I am."

Atsumu softens, turning his head slightly to nose at Sakusa's hair. "I don't need ya to apologize for yer dad, Omi. And it's not yer fault that he sees me the way he does."

"Yeah, I fucking know that." Sakusa grunts. "But I don't like it either, when he talks about you like that. I've asked him to stop it, he just keeps... shit, I don't know. I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizin'." Atsumu scolds, tilting Sakusa's face up by his chin. "Listen to me, okay? I don't give a shit 'bout what people think of me. I love myself way too much to let any o' that shit get to my head. That ain't what this is about."

Sakusa looks up. "What's it about then?"

He kinda knows what it's about.

Atsumu is silent for a minute, giving himself some time to just look at the man he loves, running a gentle hand through his hair, the way he knows Sakusa loves. He closes his eyes at the feeling, almost like a cat.

"Omi, ya know this can't go on forever, right?" Atsumu asks.

Sakusa remains silent, but he opens his eyes, meeting his gaze.

Even after all these years, no matter how much better he'd gotten at ignoring it and pushing it down, Atsumu could still see the fear in them.

Sakusa presses their foreheads together, squeezes Atsumu's free hand. "I know."

It scares Atsumu, too.

It scares him that whenever they talk about telling people the truth, Sakusa acts like it's the same as saying goodbye.