Conquering the Great King

𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘵 34

Oikawa stared up at the ceiling. He and the ceiling had become well acquainted recently. Oikawa was still struggling to find sleep, something that Iwa-chan absolutely could not know.

Oikawa had expected to sleep with Iwa-chan tonight. He had been looking forward to actually being able to find the peace he needed to dream, but things change, and he had to adapt.

Or.

Oikawa stared at the ceiling. Eventually he grunted, kicking and throwing the covers off himself and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.

He padded across the room and then sunk to his knees to paw through his hamper.

"I know there has to be one in here somewhere," he mumbled, pushing aside button downs and Area 51 t-shirts and sweatpants. Finally he found it, fingertips hitting soft fabric and the screen print pattern of a band name. He pulled it out of the laundry, lightly pressing it against his face as he took a deep inhale.

Despite the fact it had been sitting in the laundry basket for a few days, Iwa-chan's scent was still on it, lingering warm in the cotton.

Oikawa glanced around the room as if to check for prying eyes in his own apartment. Then he peeled off his own shirt and pulled Iwa-chan's down over his head. He looked down at it, cheeks warm. Maybe the smell would...

Oikawa stood and moved to crawled back in bed, sliding under the covers. It was really late.

Oikawa snuggled in against his pillow. He somehow felt warmer now, although his mind was still moving with its normal restlessness. He felt frustrated in every sense of the word. His nerves and muscles were pulled tight, his mind unfocused and pensive. Oikawa was glad Iwa-chan was going to be done with this soon, because it was difficult for Oikawa in every way it could be.

Oikawa saw his phone light up on his nightstand. It was silenced save for his morning alarms, but since he couldn't get himself to close his eyes the flash of the screen was more than enough to garner his attention.

It was a text from Iwa-chan that said nothing but, "I think I'm going to take a small break for coffee."

He should not be drinking coffee this late.

Oikawa stared at the phone. He was starting to get ideas he shouldn't.

His hand moved over to it, picking it up and hovering over the button to call Iwa-chan. Oikawa could hear Kuroo's voice in his head, and he cringed at himself. But...

Oikawa hit the call button, and it only rang a couple times before Iwa-chan picked up.

"Oikawa?" he asked, his voice low and soft.

Oikawa could feel his blood humming in his veins. "Hey," Oikawa answered just as quietly.

"Why are you awake? Don't you have work in the morning?"

Oikawa's free hand was toying with the waistband of his sweatpants. "I got caught up watching a scary movie and now I'm restless," he lied.

"Idiot," Iwa-chan commented, but he said it fondly.

"How's your night gone since we spoke last?" Oikawa asked.

"Fine. As fine as it can be with me being here," he answered. His voice was so low and purring Oikawa couldn't help but let his eyelids flutter closed, imagining that voice speaking low words next to his skin. "I had a drink with Daichi earlier. That..." he paused strangely, "helped."

Oikawa exhaled slow. He tried not to consciously think about the slide of his fingers beneath the fabric of his pajama pants. "Oh, I see. Go on a date with Manager-kun and not me," Oikawa said playfully, trying to maintain his normal voice despite the shiver of heat crawling in the wake of his fingertips.