Complicated

Oikawa

It was too hot and the weight on top of him was annoying. He pushed it off, just wanting to return to the bliss of sleep. The thud and groan that followed finished waking him. Peeling his eyes open, he glanced off the side of the couch where Suga lay rubbing the back of his head. "Sorry, Koushi. I didn't mean to."

"It's okay." He yawned, sitting up to stretch.

Oikawa rubbed at the crick in his neck and stood, pulling Suga up when he held out his hand. "Why were we sleeping on the couch?"

"I tried to wake you up to go to bed last night and you pulled me down and held me captive."

"Sorry." He leaned in to kiss Suga, lips landing against his cheek when he turned his head away.

"Morning breath. I didn't get to brush my teeth after drinking." He trailed his fingers across Oikawa's cheek before pulling away to head into the bathroom. 

He sighed. Another kiss avoided albeit with a different excuse this time. His mood was already souring as he went to the bathroom to brush his own teeth.

Suga spit the paste into the sink and rinsed it down. "Are you sure you feel up to a party tonight? You don't look too good."

The bathroom light glinted off something in Suga's mouth. He paused in his own brushing, reaching out to take the man's chin. His speech was garbled with a mouth full of paste. "Uphen."

"That's gross, Tooru. Finish brushing." He pushed his hand away.

He did, spitting the paste in the sink and dropping his brush in the holder. He caught Suga's chin again. "What's in your mouth?"

"Hmm... Should I tell you?" A teasing smile on his lips, he barely opened them to talk. Oikawa ran his thumb across the other's lips, gently pushing them apart, but Suga kept his teeth together. After a moment, he opened his mouth only to bite lightly on the invading digit. Oikawa took the opening to push his thumb further in when Suga jerked away from him. "Ow, Tooru."

His hand fell limp by his side. "Sorry." Without another word, he left the bathroom and went to their room, pulling out clothes.

"What's going on? What's wrong," Suga asked, following him.

"You tell me. You're the one who won't kiss me."

"I already told you why."

"Then I guess nothing's wrong. Everything is just fine." He moved past Suga in the doorway, turning his shoulder so he wouldn't touch him and returned to the bathroom. 

Suga came in while he was turning on the shower, shutting the door behind him. He wrapped his arms around Oikawa from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder. "What's really wrong? I can't help fix anything if you don't tell me. Please? I don't like fighting with you."

Oikawa took Suga's hands, gently pulling them from around him. He turned and pressed his forehead against the other's. "Just kiss me. Please. I'll beg if I have to. All I want is for you to kiss me again. I don't care if my cut is still healing. I don't care if it hurts."

"I can't."

"Why?" Oikawa pulled away, putting space between them.

"My mouth hurts too much right now."

"We haven't done anything for your mouth to be sore. That's a lame excuse." He was pouting.

"Blame Noya and his dumb ideas." Suga opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out. It was swollen around the metal bar stuck through it. "If I could kiss you right now, I would, but this thing hurts like hell."

"Oh..." Seeing the piercing only made Oikawa want to kiss him more. When that was all he said, Suga stepped away from him, pulling his shirt over his head. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to shower before all the hot water is gone. Join me?" He stepped out of his jeans. 

Oikawa had to look away, biting at his lip. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Probably not, but I don't care. If you won't join me then it's your turn to give me a reason."

He didn't look at him. He couldn't. It was the longest he'd gone without sex and he knew he would break. He couldn't handle the rejection he was sure he'd receive. "There's no way I could keep my hands to myself."

A hand slipped under his shirt, roaming up over his chest before coming back down to rest just under the waist band of his sweats. "Whoever said we had to keep our hands to ourselves? Just our mouths." Suga's voice was quiet in his ear, breath tickling as his hand slid further down and Oikawa let out a low groan. "Shower with me."

It wasn't a question that time, but Oikawa nodded anyway.