SECRET GAY DOODLES

Title: Embers Relationships: DaiSuga, AsaDaiSuga Characters: Sugawara Koushi, Sawamura Daichi, Azumane Asahi. Word Count: 6.8k Rating and Warnings: Teen and up, kissing, tickling, sexual tension, thighs chilli sauce, Suga being a minx. A/N: Here’s the OT3. I hope you enjoy!

Summary:  To Suga it was as if the air had thickened, a fug hanging between him and Daichi on one side and Asahi on the other. Not cold, or a wall of ice, but warm smoke that with luck or the right wind would wisp away. He reached across to squeeze Asahi’s hand, heartened when he squeezed back. “Have we put you off for life?” “No.” “Then…” “What?” “Want another kiss?” Suga murmured, and smiled.

“Whose idea was this?” Suga said, crossly slapping his hand on his arm to squash a midge.

Daichi, from his position on the ground, where he was currently sorting through the tent pegs, didn’t look up.

“Who is the stupid dumbass that thought a camping trip at this time of year would be a good thing?” Suga exclaimed.

“That would be you,” Daichi replied, trying to keep his voice even.

“What?”

“’A camping trip’,” Daichi mimicked – grossly adding a higher pitched tone to his voice. “’It would be so cool, Daichi’  you said. ‘Just the three of us.’”

Picking up the pillow, he’d just fished out from the boot of the car, Suga threw it, scowling when Daichi ducked.

“That the best you can do!” Daichi taunted.

“Is that a challenge, Sawamura?” Suga seethed, his voice a low pitched rumble. “You really want to take me on?”

“Uh… guys, I found the cups. Shall I make us some coffee?”

Suga, still glaring at Daichi, blinked. Daichi blinked back, his lips twitching just a little. They both looked over to Asahi, holding a kettle in one hand and three mismatched mugs in the other.

“Coffee,” he repeated, and flicked his eyes towards Suga. “If we light the cooking stove, it will keep the bugs away.”

“That’s the best idea I’ve heard all afternoon,” Suga replied, giving him a smile.

“The best all day,” Daichi agreed.

“All week!” Suga countered.

“Month!”

“Guys!” Asahi raised his hands. “It’s just coffee.”

But suggested by you just as we’re getting frazzled.

RIPS OFF MY SHIRT

Title: the blossoms, just in time

Pairing: Daisuga

Word Count: 8570

Summary: He messed up.

“You can’t just-”

“Please, Daichi. I really don’t think i’m asking for too much!”

“Yes, you are. Yurika…”

“No, alright? No. I spent three months without them, it’s only fair I-”

“There’s nothing fair about this, not if you are not even willing to let me have a say in this!”

“You’ve had a say in everything lately. Everything!”

“It’s not my fault the judge-”

“No it isn’t, but I still have a right to see my children!”

“And I would never keep you from seeing them but this is bullshit!”

“You are going too far  – yes, yes I’m coming – listen I need to go.”

“How convenient!”

“I have a fucking job, Daichi!”

“What a coincidence, so do I and yet you had no qualms calling me in the middle of it. You know what? Go, do whatever the hell it is that you need to do but don’t think this conversation is in any way over.”

Daichi hangs up on her without waiting for a reply. The receiver almost cracks in his hand he’s gripping it so tight.

Title: the blossoms, just in time

Pairing: Daisuga

Word Count: 10.071

Summary: It’s party time!

“So you…you are a documentarist, that’s wonderful!”

Daichi stands near Suga and Yurika and winces at the squeaky quality of Suga’s voice. He wasn’t being dishonest in his compliment, not at all, but for the past five minutes Yurika has been answering him only in monosyllables and it’s clear he’s starting to get a little panicky.

“Yes, it is.” Yurika takes a sip of her water, her eyes never leaving Suga’s face.

“And what, um, what animals did you film in Africa?”

“Birds.” She means to leave it at that, ‘’birds’’, but at Daichi’s glare she adds “Burchell’s starlings, they are found mostly in the southern states…”

“Oh i’m not really familiar with them but i’m sure it was an experience…?”

“Yes, it was.”                                          

For crying out loud…

“Yurika…” Daichi hisses and it’s a warning as much as it is a reproach.

’Daichi adjusts the guitar in his hands, angling his body so he won’t bump Suga with it, and starts to play. “Sing,” he says, and a moment later, Suga does.

His voice is everything Daichi loves about these evenings. Warm and soft and a little raspy. The breeze that glides over his skin and the pebbles that catch in the soles of his shoes. Daichi tries to listen to the words, but all he really catches is the rise and fall of the voice, the way Suga’s lips move and his eyes fall on Daichi’s hands as he plays.’

–

Daichi loves making music. But it will never be his life, not after he graduates from university and leaves behind the years he spent playing his guitar to pursue his accounting degree, his desk job, the dull acoustics of computer keys.

This is what he thinks, until Suga steps into his world and adds a voice to his songs and a new light to everything he sees.

Title: the blossoms, just in time

Pairing: Daisuga

Word Count: 6942

Summary: Another atypical day in Daichi’s life.

The phone beeps at 13:00 sharp like every day. And like every day Daichi is already on his way outside his office to start lunch break, even though his lunch has not arrived yet…

He calls for the elevator and rides down to the ground floor in silence, leg bouncing with his impatience. He was stuck at his bloody desk all day, trying to find loopholes in a pre-nup agreement that was sent to him over 3 days ago. Normally it wouldn’t take him this long to but his mind just keeps…wandering, fixing nowhere and everywhere. Going back to golden eyes. Ennoshita had pointed it out too, after he’d caught Daichi staring outside the window for what must have been the tenth time in fifteen minutes.

He just, he can’t get it out of his head. That look Suga had given him on the stairs to the entrance hall. Shy, a little contemplative, a lot unsure.

See you later, Daichi-san.

If Daichi hadn’t spoken first, would Suga have said something different. And what, exactly?

It was really…                    

It was really what? Nice? Fun? Absolutely terrible and you are a ‘total bore’?

“Hey, that reminds me- is Sawamura yours?” “My what?” “Your soulmate?”

Daichiwasn’t sure where or when or how. He wasn’t at all confident in the why either.But one thing he did know for certain was that this whole running joke thing thatcertain (which really meant all by association) members of the teamhad taken up as of late was definitely beginning to wear on his nerves.

Itwasn’t that things often wore on him; in fact (in Daichi’s personal opinion) hehad a pretty good threshold for bullshit and other things of that exasperatingnature. Of course certain exceptions had to be taken into account here- likeHinata and Kageyama’s near constant bickering, or Tanaka’s asinine intimidationtactics, or (and perhaps most especially) Suga’s incredibly skilled penchantfor making Daichi fluster.

Butoverall, Daichi considered himself to be a pretty nice guy.

“HEY!Stop yelling already over there or you’ll be doing diving receives for theduration of practice!” 

The words had been thrown out across the gymnasium inthat deep, booming authoritative voice that Daichi knew would effect even thatof a quietly snarking Tsukkishima. He huffed out a satisfied breath as hewatched a quavering Hinata tugging at Kageyama’s shirt sleeve with vigor andTanaka’s newfound look of innocence as he turned slightly away from the mostlikely provoking blond.

“Daichi-“his name was spoken through a trill of familiar laughter that had his musclestensing before easing slightly as a firm, familiar hand came to rest at hisshoulder. “-that little vein in your forehead is back.”

And there went any hopes of relaxing.Daichi turned his gaze to fit Suga with a scowl. “That’s really not helpingright now,” he muttered through a tight jaw.

“Don’tstress out,” Suga leaned in further as he spoke, fitting Daichi with a genuinesmile. “Practice is almost over.”

Daichitook a deep breath, beginning to feel the pent up tension easing out of hisneck and shoulders, when a loud voice echoed out across the gym straight forthem.

“Suga-santo the rescue!” Nishinoya shouted through hands cupping around his grinningmouth.

Tanaka,in turn, gave a resounding chuckle before adding (quite bravely), “Give him akiss! That’ll tame the beast!”

Daichi’sfingers clenched into fists, but he did nothing other than fit the two with avery even stare (hopefully one of his more frightening ones) before Tanaka andNoya were backing up slowly only to bump into an increasingly nervous lookingAsahi.

Andthat was the extent of the running joke.

Theidea being that he and Suga together often came across as a couple (‘old married couple’ according to oneunapologetic Ennoshita Chikara- thatrealization having stung Daichi most of all) minus the gender roles andstereotypes, of course.

But he and Suga weren’t dating. Had never been on a date together, ever. Sowhat on earth gave off the impression of coupledom to everyone in their general vicinity?(And beyond, because Daichi certainly hated to remember all of the insinuationsand jabs a certain bed-headed Nekoma captain had graced them with during theirtime spent in Tokyo.)

However,Suga wasn’t exactly helping either.

For example, currentlyhe was curling fingers around Daichi’s arm to hang on him, his smile wideningto accommodate some new laughter at Tanaka and Noya’s latest of antics. In thepast it had been things such as pet names and puns (no, he did not think Sugawas especially sweet- even if the statement brought an immense blush to hischeeks at the time). On occasion the joke involved Suga’s seemingly magicalability to calm the captain down, like in this certain case. But rarely did itinvolve mention of PDA (real or not real, the idea had Daichi’s throatconstricting just at the thought).

No,he did not have a crush on oneSugawara Koushi. He just didn’t think the joke was very funny. No, certainly not funny at all.

Daichiswallowed before he caught Suga’s gaze, looking just a bit too dreamy for histaste, before he tried to pry those grabby hands off of him.

“Geta room!” Someone shouted from behind.

Asharp, whistling cat-call sounded shortly after that.

Suga’sgrip and laughter only strengthened as Daichi’s composure slowly began to melt.

“Okaywait. Can we stop joking around like we’d ever actually date? It’s reallystarting to hurt…”

Thatmanaged to snap Suga back to reality, his fingers flinching from Daichi’s skinlike they’d been suddenly burnt by the touch.

Daichi’stongue felt swollen in his mouth. “I-I didn’t mean-“ he watched Suga watchinghim, that hazel-eyed expression unreadable. What did he mean? Daichi wasn’t even sure himself.

Heopened his mouth again to speak, but was cut off as a fist came flying at him,straight into his sternum and consequently knocking the wind from his lungs.

“Goout with me!”

Daichilooked up, gasping, to find Suga stood there with hands on his hips and a wide,determined grin pulling at his lips.

“What?”he managed to wheeze out.

“Youheard me!” Suga’s eyes scrunched and wrinkled at the edges with the width ofhis smile.

Daichi’sown gaze darted about the gym, but it seemed the only extra attention thislittle display was garnering was that of some scattered teammates trying hardto look as though they weren’t there witnessing and eavesdropping on whatshould probably have been a private conversation. In fact, everyone aroundthem looked much more startled and nervous about Suga’s abrupt offer thanDaichi’s earlier angry threats.

Turningback to Suga, Daichi reached up to scratch at his cheek a bit anxiously. “Youdon’t have to-“

“Daichi,are you really going to turn me down?” Suga fit him with an overly sad gaze,his bottom lip even jutting out a bit to prove his point. But his eyes werefilled with a knowing sort of fire. That look- it was too much and not enoughall at once.

Clearinghis throat, Daichi shook his head. Suga’s face brightened instantly. “Good,” hewhispered. “We didn’t mean for it to hurt you. But we thought maybe you’d takethe hint a lot sooner than you did.” With that he added a little wink andlatched back onto Daichi’s arm with fervor.

Daichifelt a flush blooming all the way to the tips of his ears. He didn’t want histeam getting the wrong idea when it came to pranks and bullshit and goofing-off,but he thought that perhaps he’d let this particular running joke slide- butonly just this once.