The Best Damn Thing

Chapter Thirteen

Iwaizumi was already ten beers in by the third song and working on his eleventh. Oikawa lost him in the crowd as soon as the mob formed, his beer forgotten in Oikawa's hand. Oikawa didn't mind. He was the designated driver. Alcohol wasn't his thing. Leave it to alcoholic parents to ruin the fun for him.

A silver-haired man bumped into himas the tempo picked up and Oikawa felt the smirk cross his lips.

Sugawara Koushi turned to him, downing his cup and dropping it at his feet. A thinck haze covered his eyes and Oikawa wondered just how much he'd had to drink. Suga shot him a flirty smile and started grinding against his friend.

Oikawa's eyes drifted over the snug band tee to the tight fitting skinny jeans that looked as though they barely stretched over his ass.

Suga's friend took off, a flash of black hair with an orange streak, and someone else reached to steal the man, but Oikawa pulled him back. Suga nearly fell, but quickly turned to grind into Oikawa, pressing his ass back against him as his hands reached up to tangle in Oikawa's hair. Oikawa's free hand fell into place on his waist.

He stopped suddenly and turned, grabbing the brunette's hips and crushing them against his own, staring up into his eyes suggestively. Oikawa didn't resist when he reached for Iwaizumi's beer and, once he caught sight of his best friend in the center of the mosh pit, he didn't hesitate to pull Suga from the crowd.

How he had turned him on so quickly, Oikawa didn't know. They found a booth in the back of the club, evicting a couple girls with a wink and smile. He'd barely pulled the curtain closed before Suga pushed him down on the seat, straddling him and pressing their lips together, all while his hips never stopped moving. Their tongues fought for dominance until Suga rolled their crotches together and Oikawa lost with a moan.

His hands gripped at Suga's ass through the thin fabric of his jeans. Suga nipped at his lip ring and he hissed a small, "fuck."

Oikawa tipped his head back for Suga when he kissed down his jaw line to his neck, grazing the skin with his teeth and lightly sucking.

He reached for the button of Suga's pants and was pushed back on the seat. Suga kissed him again, teeth skimming his ear as he whispered, "I don't think so." He climbed off Oikawa and disappeared from the booth without another word.

Oikawa dropped his head back against the seat and groaned. He had no idea what to do about the ache in his pants, but once again he wondered how drunk Suga was.