The Best Damn Thing

Chapter Seventeen

"Tooru!" His mother's shrill voice made him wince. "You're home just in time. Why, Mei and I were just talking about how long it has been since she last saw you," she exclaimed, pressing something into his hand. He didn't have to look to know it was a condom. "Do spend some time 'catching up' with her, won't you?"

The smile stretched across his face, painfully fake, but both women appeared pleased by it as he knew they would. "Of course, mom. I'd love to."

"Wonderful! I'll leave you two to it while I make a beer run," his mother called, closing the door behind her.

Mei wasted no time looping her arms around his neck and he set his hands on her waist, ducking his head to press his lips to hers. She was beautiful at least. Long, pale hair and porcelain skin. She'd once told him that she'd moved to Japan from the Netherlands, which was where she'd gotten the deep blue of her eyes. Her beauty was some consolation that he recieved from the dreaded act.

"Oh, Tori!" He repressed a gag at the nickname. "It's been so long. Why, the last time you and I spent any time together was six years ago. How old are you now?"

"I'm twenty-three."

"And you make such a fine young man. Why don't you show me just how much you've matured." She tugged on his belt as though he needed a hint as to what she meant.

He dropped his voice a couple octaves, nipping at the lobe of her ear. "Gladly." Another lie, but it was what she wanted to hear. Pressing against him, their lips smacked together as he lifted her up and carried her to his parent's bedroom.

They collapsed on the bed and she slid off his belt, tossing it on the floor before she pulled down both his pants and boxers. She was good at blowjobs. Oikawa had to admit it. His eyes fell shut and his head tilted back, hands tangling in her hair as a moan escaped his lips.

Mei tensed, pulling away to lean over him for something on the nightstand. He expected the bottleof lube his father kept there, but as she kissed his neck, he heard the click of a lighter and felt the hot sting of the flame and metal against his abs.

Oikawa bit his tongue to stop the scream and Mei stood. "I don't know who this 'Koushi' is, but I don't ever want to hear you say their name when you're with me again. I expect you to be at my place tomorrow at nine. I won't say anything to your mother about this if you can make it up to me."

"Y-yes, Mei," he forced out between clenched teeth. She left without another word.

He groaned. He'd never made a mistake like that. Why was it Suga's name he had called anyway? Oikawa was confused and the burn ached. What he needed was a shower and bed.