Akaashi's 18th (and the events that followed...)

28. Making ou- up

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Iwaizumi blushed as he looked up at Oikawa's face, earnest and strong. "You've always taken care of me, Iwa-chan."

Iwaizumi's heart sank. "Yeah," he nodded, turning his head away. "I'm like your mum, aren't I?" He hid the crack in his voice with a cough, but then a hand reached under his chin, tenderly pulling his head to face his best friend's.

Oikawa smiled gently. "No," he said, a note of seriousness in his voice. "Not quite." And Iwaizumi felt a tug at his chin as he was pulled into Oikawa's arms.

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A chapped pair of lips captured Iwaizumi's, and their mouths fiercely locked onto each other. "Tooru~" Iwaizumi hummed, his voice low and gravelly as his hand gripped at the back of the setter's neck, keeping their faces pressed close together. If he could stay in one moment forever, this would be it.

"Iwa-chan~" Oikawa whined back, sliding his arms around Iwaizumi's neck and clinging on tight. "Iwa... my Iwa-chan." He breathed out shakily onto Iwaizumi's lips.

"Hm? I'm here." Iwaizumi took his mouth from Oikawa's just long enough to trail kisses from his jaw all the way to his neck, his lips barely leaving the other's skin. Iwaizumi felt Oikawa shudder, and he wrapped his arm around the man's lower back, pulling himself up so that they were both sitting on the rock. "I'm here," he repeated, meeting Oikawa's mouth a second time, tugging on the setter's legs so that they fell either side of his waist.

"I'm so... stupid... for wai... ting this... long," Oikawa murmured in between kisses, sitting up so that their bodies were flush up against each other. "Thought... I... was gonna... lose you." Iwaizumi winced, kissing him harder in response, slipping his tongue through Oikawa's lips and softly running it through his mouth, sucking gently before drawing it along his lips.

Iwaizumi felt Oikawa's hands travel up his back, pulling their chest together so that he had to tilt his chin up to meet Oikawa's lips. The hands continued down to his hips, where they scrunched in his shirt material. He chuckled into Oikawa's mouth as he felt two cold fingers slip under the hem of his top, brushing against his hip bones, and smirked as he heard the other man's sigh.

"What - brought - this - on?" Iwaizumi asked as he pulled away in a stream of kisses.

"Huh?" Oikawa met his gaze, eyes slightly glassy and his lips a swollen red hue. "Oh, hehe, I didn't like you giving Yahaba-chan my jacket."

"Your jacket?" Iwaizumi asked, burying his face in Oikawa's neck, and muffling his voice.

"Yeah. That one's mine, you know that."

"Well, now you know how it feels."

"Hey! I always make sure people know I'm joking when I flirt."

"Okay, gomen. I'll get the damn jacket back for you."

"You apologised?" Oikawa gaped in mock-surprise, leaning back. Iwaizumi repressed a whine as the setter retracted his hands.

"I purposely did it to annoy you, so yeah, I'm sorry. D'you seriously think I'm so mean that I can't even apologise?" Iwaizumi asked, irritated.

Oikawa pouted. "No, but you're being suspiciously nice to me. You haven't even called me Crappykawa for making you climb the rocks twice."

"Well, you're Crappykawa for a reason."

"Huh?"

"You're crappy to yourself dumbass." Iwaizumi rolled his eyes. "You've gotta take care of yourself once in a while."

"But I have you for that."

"You have me for everything," Iwaizumi said, shuddering internally at how cheesy it must have sounded. "But that doesn't mean that I'll always be with you every day. Maybe I'll have to ask Pedro to take care of you while you're away."