Chapstick (re-post)
A/N: Since I’ve opened up this new blog, I thought that I should upload some of my old work as some inspiration. Here’s some KageHina’s <3
It was nearly an hour after their teammates and Yachi had gone home for the night when Kageyama pulled off another successful toss to Hinata, who put it down on the opposite side of the net hard. The sky outside the high windows was dark and Kageyama knew that he’d have to borrow his mom’s car to drive Hinata home again.
“One more!” Hinata called excitedly, too much adrenaline rushing through his veins.
“Hinata-boke! We have to stop or we’ll push ourselves too far,” Kageyama chided. His arms felt like jelly and after the third years had graduated, he had to learn to know when to call it quits; especially since Hinata didn’t feel the need to. He was just about to start collecting the volleyballs scattered around the gym when he caught sight of Hinata’s pout he sighed, “This is the last one, so make it good.”
Hinata caught the ball thrown at him, grin never diminishing, “You make it good, Kageyama-kun!” He set up the ball for Kageyama to toss and he geared up for his spike.
Kageyama’s eyes narrowed as Hinata flew into the air, poised to strike, and he dialed back the power of his toss sending it directly into Hinata’s side.
Hinata cried out, landing on his feet off-kilter but kept his footing. He glared up at Kageyama while rubbing his side gently, though Kageyama knew that it didn’t actually hurt that bad; Hinata was just pouting.
“That hurt, Bakageyama!” Hinata growled out, “It’s gonna bruise!”
The words brought a rising doubt. “Stop whining, it wasn’t that bad,” Kageyama said but wandered over anyway.
Hinata brought up his tiny fists in defence, but Kageyama simply swatted the hands away to lift Hinata’s practice jersey. The skin over his ribs was a faint pink and most definitely wouldn’t bruise.
“Idiot, it isn’t going to leave a mark,” Kageyama mumbled, watching as Hinata’s shoulders tensed when his fingers traced over the curve of his waist. He pursed his lips on a smirk, “But I think you’re missing a rib, it must have knocked one loose.”
The look that Hinata gave him was a familiar one. It was the look he received when Hinata thought he was being stupid.
“That’s not even possible, Bakageyama! You can’t knock ribs loose without breaking them,” Hinata crossed his arms over his chest in confidence.
Kageyama hummed and kneaded his fingers into Hinata’s ribs carefully, causing the decoy to tense again with a gasp. “See? It’s missing, because it’s sensitive here,” He said over Hinata’s soft giggles, “I should count to make sure.”
“Nono, Bakage-” Hinata’s words broke off in bubbling laughter as Kageyama finally began poking and vibrating fingers up his ribs.
“One, Two, Three~” Kageyama all but sang, smiling over the top of Hinata’s head when he slumped forward against his chest.
When his fingers neared Hinata’s underarm, he was rewarded with a shrieking protest and a jerk that nearly dislodged his hand, “Nahaha!”
“Now look, I have to start over,” He chuckled beside Hinata’s desperate laughter as he began the climb of his fingers from the bottom of Hinata’s ribs all over again.
When Hinata’s knees gave out, but Kageyama gently lowered them to the ground. He caught one of Hinata’s wrists and pinned it above his head. “Nine~” He dug a little firmer on his own jersey number, and then again on Hinata’s, “Ten~”
Hinata wheezed around his laughter, free hand wrapped around Kageyama’s tickling wrist, before he screamed at the ticklish sensations. He tugged uselessly at Kageyama’s hand, shaking his head back and forth as the fingers trailed higher, “The ball didn’t hit me there!”
Kageyama paused his kneading to give Hinata a chance to breathe, “Where?”
“Under my arm, you don’t need to,” Hinata said breathing deeply around his smile.
“Don’t need to what?” Kageyama allowed himself to smirk as he gently crawled his fingers up.
Hinata broke out in giggles of anticipation, “Tickle me there!”
Kageyama shrugged, “Okay.” Hinata’s face immediately melted into a look of horror as he realized his mistake, but Kageyama’s fingers swirled up into his underarm before he could protest. Shrieking laughter fell from his lips, tears in his eyes, shaking his head back and forth wildly.
The desperate sound echoed off the walls of the gymnasium as Kageyama lightly fluttered his fingers, before really digging in, and then pinching gently. Only when Hinata’s laughter finally trailed off into breathless snickers, almost silent, did Kageyama let up.
He released Hinata’s captive wrist before leaning back on his hands while Hinata took in deep gulps of air. “That was mean Bakageyama,” Hinata said without any heat and a wide grin.
“I was just making sure you weren’t missing a rib,” Kageyama claimed as he glanced down at Hinata’s face.
He startled when he found that Hinata had risen to his knees and that their faces were just inches apart. “What are you doing, dumbass?!” He shouted as he jerked back.
Hinata’s small hands followed, moving to hold Kageyama’s face gently. “Hold still Kageyama-kun, I’m making sure you don’t have chapped lips!”
“Chapped lips?” Kageyama muttered in confusion, eyes widening when Hinata cut him off by pressing their lips together.
The kiss was short and sweet, and when Hinata leaned back Kageyama sighed, “Oh.”
Oh.
Hinata’s face was red, but Kageyama was sure that his face was redder. “You’re so dense Kageyama-kun~” Hinata grinned wider.
Atmosphere broken, Kageyama shouted, “Dumbass!” He made to swipe at Hinata’s hair, but the decoy was already rolling away onto his feet and skipping away.
“We need to get you some chapstick too, Kageyama-kun~” Hinata sang with a stream of giggles.
“I’ll give you something to laugh about, Hinata-boke!” Kageyama growled as he rose to his feet quickly and gave chase.
