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Shoyou laid awake in bed and stared at the ceiling. The alarm was due to go off any minute now and he and Tobio could get up and start their days with their traditional early morning run. The sun wasn’t up yet --and wasn’t due up until they were back from their run and eating their second portion of breakfast-- so the room was still dark, illuminated only by the dying light of the moon.
Tobio was fast asleep beside him and Shoyou was getting restless. He reached over his boyfriend and turned off their alarm clock before the irritating noise could fill the room and break the silence. He’d wake Tobio in a much better way and if he got lucky they’d miss their run and partake in exercise of a different kind.
Tobio liked to sleep on his back with his shirt ridden up practically to his nipples because he got hot during the night, and sleeping next to Shoyou who gave off heat like a furnace didn’t help. Shoyou rolled over onto his side and propped up his head on his palm so he could watch him sleep. He wasn’t the prettiest sleeper, his face was scrunched up and sometimes he snored but Shoyou liked to watch him.
He also liked to place his free hand on Tobio’s bare stomach and trail his hand downward until it hit the waistband of his boxers.
Tobio shifted under the tickle across his abs but didn’t wake so Shoyou continued his trek downwards and slipped his hand into his boxers to lightly grab his morning erection.
He grunted under the touch and Shoyou took that as a sign to keep going.
But just as he was about to really get into it, Tobio grabbed his wrist.
“What’re you doing?” he practically slurred, still not awake.
“Morning,” Shoyou said, leaning forward to kiss his neck.
Tobio pushed his hand away, “Too early.” He rolled over and looked at the clock on their bedside table and his eyes almost jumped out of his head when he saw the time, “Shoyou did you turn the alarm off? We’re late?”
“I thought we could get different exercise in,” he tried to say seductively.
“Idiot,” Tobio said as he jumped out of bed, stripping from his sleep clothes and looking around the room for his running clothes, “A morning run is the best way to start the day.”
Shoyou flopped back on the bed, “Yeah, yeah, I know.”
They went on a run.
Shoyou and Tobio weren’t on the same team (nor did they want to be, the spirit of competition was alive and well between them) but the teams were close enough that they could live together somewhere between the two and still manage to make it to all of their practices at a reasonable time.
Tobio had a farther commute than he did but with the trains it wasn’t even that long. Occasionally they stayed a few days in their team’s respective cities and they got a hotel room or crashed with a teammate, but for the most part they made the effort to go home to each other at the end of the day despite the commute.
Their schedules could be very different but after years of practice they worked out the best ways to spend time together so they didn’t end up neglecting the relationship in favor of volleyball. When they got together their friends joked that two volleyball idiots couldn’t hold down a relationship to save their lives, but they were still together, years later.
The problem was, Shoyou was feeling neglected.
He loved Tobio, he did. He loved waking up next to him and competing with him over every little thing, he loved the scoreboard in their small kitchen full of tally marks, and he especially loved playing volleyball against or with him.
But for one reason or another they hadn’t had sex in over a year and it was killing him.
Shoyou had a healthy libido, one that was very interested in his partner, and it hurt that it wasn’t reciprocated. He knew going into the relationship that Tobio wasn’t extremely interested in sex, he was a bit curious at first but once he experienced it he was take it or leave it, leaning towards leave it.
And it wasn’t Shoyou’s fault that he wanted to get dicked down by his boyfriend.
He had tried basically everything short of shouting in his face to get Tobio to realize that he wanted to have sex with him but Tobio either wasn’t getting the very blaringly obvious hint or he was ignoring the signs because he didn’t want to see them. Shoyou didn’t know which one hurt more.
Shoyou went to the gym for strength training alongside his teammates every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. The gym they used catered towards athletes but was open to the public. It was an open secret that the team trained there.
He had a set routine he liked to do. While some of the others worked with personal trainers, Shoyou liked to do his own thing with only a spotter looking over his shoulder rather than a trainer. If he needed help he’d ask for it.
Besides, if he worked with a trainer then he’d have to stop ogling Pretty Gym Guy. Pretty Gym Guy seemed to have the same schedule as them because he was always there at the same time as the rest of the team. At first Shoyou wondered if he was stalking one of them but PGG kept to himself and barely looked at any of the other gym goers.
PGG was not the one being creepy there but Shoyou couldn’t help it, he was the most attractive man that Shoyou had ever seen, even if the thought itself made him feel guilty. He had blond hair that curled around his ears and the nape of his neck when he sweated, broad shoulders, long legs, and smart looking glasses-- although once he came in with sports goggles and Shoyou couldn’t stop staring at him.
His gaze wandered over to PGG again. He was on the leg press.
God he wanted PGG to fuck him.
Shoyou immediately turned red. He didn’t know where that thought had come from. Sure the man was unfairly attractive and he had been watching him for probably weeks now but to think something like that was definitely out of line.
Atsumu slapped him on the back, “You okay there, Shoyou? You’re awfully red.”
“Water.” he croaked out, “I need water.”
He turned away from PGG and his strong legs to find his water bottle and down the contents of it in hopes that it cooled him and his wildly out of control libido down.
It barely worked.
When he turned around again, PGG was gone and Shoyou still had most of his routine to finish.
Tobio was already home when Shoyou walked in the door. He kicked off his shoes at the entry and moved to straddle his partner’s lap.
Tobio looked around him, eyes glued to the match on the television, “You’re in the way.”
“Let me suck you off.”
“I’m watching this.”
Shoyou let out an annoyed grunt, “I can suck you off while you watch.”
“Shoyou,” he said, “I said no.”
He was going to say something about how technically he didn’t say no until just then but it wasn’t worth arguing with him about that. Instead he got off his lap and stomped his way to the bathroom, he needed to shower anyway.
(In the shower he fisted his cock with one hand and shoved the fingers of his other hand in his mouth and wondered what it would be like to be on his knees in front of Pretty Gym Guy.)