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It was far too early for this. As much as Hinata was excited for another volleyball match, having to be at school at 5am so they could be on the bus in time was just too much, even for him. He was even too tired to argue with Kageyama, having just slumped himself, yawning, against Nishinoya as they waited for everyone else to arrive. It was without a doubt that everyone was going to end up taking a nap on the bus but Hinata was slowly coming to the realisation that that might not be an option for him. One of the issues with having to be up so early to get to school in time for trips like this, meant that Hinata had to rework his nightly schedule a little bit so he could get to bed early and actually get enough sleep. Being a teenager, one key aspect of his (almost) nightly schedule was … taking care of his needs; something he had neglected to do last night in favour of eight hours sleep, and it was something he was beginning to regret.
Hinata shifted, annoyed that he’d settled on just grabbing the first underwear he got his hands on that morning, because they were far too tight, the seam of his boxers pulled up against his clit just enough to make him aware of it in a way that left him scowling. Nishinoya murmured something as he moved, pressing his nose against Hinata’s neck, and he froze, trying to repress the shiver that threatened to run through him. Grumbling, he decided to just ignore it. He could curl up and take a nap on the bus, and it wouldn’t even be an issue when he woke up.
He barely even registered the shout coach Ukai gave, filing them onto the bus, rubbing at his face as he trailed behind Nishinoya, only to blink when he realised that he was the last one to step on. Shit. He froze, eyes darting until his gaze locked onto the sight of the last empty seat available. Shit . He groaned. The lumpy seat . The worst seat on the bus. Sure, it was tucked right at the back, next to the window, and would usually be considered a pretty desirable place to sit if you wanted to be left alone (and a good few of them did, especially when they were all tired from waking up so early or playing sets all day) but everyone on the team had quickly discovered that the seat was misshapen, somehow, and it was stupidly uncomfortable to sit on. Everyone hated the lumpy seat.
Hinata practically deflated as he walked over, glad Nishinoya had decided to sit next to him, since he was always happy for Hinata to use him as a pillow, with Tanaka next to Noya on the back row. Muttering apologies as he squeezed past them both to get to the window seat, he dropped to sit, and immediately had to disguise the noise that forced its way out of his throat as a cough.
The lumpy seat was misshapen in a way that meant there was a bump in the middle of it, always pressed up against you no matter how you sat or shifted, a constant pressure against your junk that really was annoying to deal with. Hinata had sat in the lumpy seat before, but only briefly (just to see what the fuss was about); never on an actual journey, and never when he was dealing with this … particular issue. He was usually quick enough to get on the bus to avoid it.
The bump was pressed directly up against his cunt, and Hinata had to stop himself from arching his back to press his clit further against it, squeezing his thighs together. Teeth bit into his bottom lip as he took a breath before turning to gently shake Nishinoya’s arm. “Noya-senpai,” he whined, pouting a little. “I don’t wanna sit in the lumpy seat. Switch with me.”
“But I just got comfy-“ Noya complained, only to be cut off.
“No switching,” Ukai snapped at them. “We’re leaving now; we’re already late. Buckle up.” Hinata huffed, but did as he was told, doing his best to ignore how aware he suddenly was of his arousal, clicking his seat belt in and deciding to just sulk over it. “Everyone buckled?” A sleepy chorus of confirmation came from the team. “Good. You get one bathroom break halfway in and that’s it, we’re not stopping otherwise, I don’t care how desperate you are.”
The bus rumbled to life, and Hinata all but moaned , slapping a hand over his mouth. The rumble of the engine coursed through the seat, and the damn thing practically became a vibrator. He’d forgotten about that. No other seat on the bus seemed to have this problem, and they weren’t sure if the lumpy seat was just not properly stabilised or something, but it shook like a leaf with every movement the vehicle made. Hinata chewed the inside of his cheek and shifted to raise his knees up, so that his tailbone pressed against the bump instead, ignoring the awful way his bones rattled with the vibrations as the bus headed out. This way of sitting was painful, admittedly, slumped in the seat with his back curved like a shrimp, but at least it wasn’t as full on as sitting properly. Sure, he could still feel the vibrations buzzing through him, nothing but a tease, making him no less aware of his arousal and instead just making him desperate, but at least it was a little less intense. Hinata crossed his ankles and sank a little lower, trying to ignore his rattling spine.
The whole thing was awful. It was a tease, the shaking seat forcing him to acknowledge his throbbing clit and the wet spot he could feel growing in his boxers, but none of it was actually satisfying. Trying to distract himself didn’t work either. He tried playing games on his phone, only to end up watching the minutes tick down, hating how little time had passed. It felt like hours, but they’d barely been driving for twenty minutes and Hinata already felt like he was going insane. His back hurt like hell from sitting like this, bones shaking painfully, and his arousal had only grown. Maybe he could just sit properly for a while; ease the strain on his back. If sitting properly meant his junk was rubbing against the seat, then that’s not like it was his fault. He didn’t choose to sit in the lumpy seat, it just happened to be the last one available. Maybe he could even stretch a bit, arch his back and press his clit down against the vibrations and maybe the stimulation would make it a bit easier. Maybe he’d even manage to cum from it.
Hinata swallowed, fingers twitching against the arm rests, taking a glance next to him. Noya and Tanaka looked like they’d passed out a while ago, probably pretty quickly after they’d left, and no one else seemed to be properly awake (sans Ukai, who had stuck headphones on as soon as they’d left, focused entirely on driving).
Gingerly, Hinata let his feet drop down to the floor, shifting in his seat to sit up straight and- he pressed a hand over his mouth again to muffle a squeak, eyes tight shut. The bump pressed up against his clit perfectly, vibrations shaking through his cunt, and he could swear he felt himself getting wetter from the stimulation. His thighs twitched, tensing, free hand digging nails into the arm rest as he turned his face to stare out the window, cheeks flushed. It was ridiculous. How the fuck did anyone else manage to sit here without having to put up with a raging boner for the entire bus ride? Maybe that was why they hated it so much, just too embarrassed to acknowledge it. The thought of his other teammates having sat here like this, just as turned on as he was, made Hinata stuff his knuckle into his mouth, biting down, not wanting to make a sound.
Subtly as he could, Hinata arched his back, pressing himself down further and trying to chase that pleasure, coming to the realisation that the vibrations alone weren’t going to be enough to get him off, at least not anytime soon. It both felt like too much and nowhere near enough. Quickly glancing at Noya next to him, confident he was definitely passed out, Hinata grinded his hips down, rocking small circles against the vibrations, biting his finger so hard, he was sure he was going to come away with a bruise, but it was so much better. Just that little bit of movement made him shudder with need, grinding a little faster as he felt his gut tighten, thighs clenched, more turned on than he’d ever like to admit.
Hinata froze when a sound came from Nishinoya, snapping his head to look out the window so he wouldn’t see how red his face was. The sun was barely rising in the distance. “How long was I asleep?”
“Forty minutes maybe?” His voice sounded strained, he realised, and hoped that Noya would just assume he was tired.
Noya was quiet for a moment, before a hand gently touched on his wrist where his fist was balled against the arm rest. “You ok, Hinata? You’re looking pretty red; you’re not going to be sick again, are you?” He was whispering, probably trying not to wake up Tanaka, snoring next to him.
“No! No, I’m fine, just tired,” he insisted, still staring out the window and purposely not looking at Noya, sure that something in his face would give him away. The hand on his wrist was affectionately brushing a thumb against him, and Noya hummed. Hinata heard him shift, and before he knew it, there was a voice against his ear, warm breath tickling his skin.
“Did you find out why we really hate the lumpy seat?” Noya asked, and Hinata went ridgid. He bit his lip, not wanting to say anything, but Noya continued. “Ya know, I’ve sat in this seat before. My first year, we’d just lost a game and we’re heading back to school, and I hadn’t realised how uncomfortable it really was until I’d painted the inside of my shorts.” The hand on his wrist slipped down and landed on his knee, cautious, testing the waters, but Hinata twitched into his touch. Noya took that as confirmation and began slowly rubbing circles into his thigh. He felt like an electric current had been run through him, buzzing with arousal, certain he was so wet he’d begun soaking through his tracksuit pants.
Finally, Hinata turned to look at Noya. He was smirking, like a cat that's got the cream, having leaned back to prop his elbow up on the other arm rest to get a better look at him, just watching him shake with his turned on he was. His clit was throbbing, desperate at this point, pushing his thigh into Nishinoya’s hand and just hoping he’d get the hint, his knees spread. “Noya-senpai,” he whispered, not wanting anyone else to hear him. Noya’s fingers trailed down a little, slowly, closer to where Hinata wanted them. “Please.” Noya only hummed, digging into the meat of his thigh, and Hinata jolted.
“Since you asked so nicely,” he muttered, and traced his fingers over the heat seeping through the fabric, and after such relentless vibrations, it almost came as a relief. Two fingers pressed up against his clit, and Hinata pushed his hips insistently into his hand, so close to spilling over that edge but just needing some proper movement. His heart was pounding, shaking as Noya worked him, slow and teasing, but so fucking good. After what felt like far too long, Hinata wrapped fingers around his wrists and shoved Noya’s hand down his track pants, wanting less fabric in the way, and Noya’s grin only widened, giving him what he wanted. He dug his nails into the arm rest as the fingers on his clit picked up speed, and Hinata screwed his eyes shut, breathing quickly, rocking his hips, biting down on his thumb as he came, back arching without his permission and head throwing back, and Noya just watched him, gaze heavy, both as quiet as they could get away with. Hinata almost whined when the vibrations quickly pushed him into over sensitivity, pulling Noya’s hand away and trying to push himself up onto his elbows enough to lift himself off the seat. “Kneel,” Noya told him, and Hinata‘s gut suddenly felt tight.
“Huh?”
“On the seat. Sit on your legs. Makes it easier.”
“Oh.” He pulled his legs up underneath himself, having to readjust the seat belt a little, and while it certainly wasn’t the most comfortable, it was definitely better. “Thanks.”
Nishinoya smiled at him, almost soft. “Anytime. It was fun. You feeling ok? Need water or anything?” He was still whispering, and Hinata realised he had been the entire time.
He shook his head. “No, I’m ok.” He gave Noya a little smile in return, and agreed, “it was fun. I can … return the favour? If you want.”
Noya raised an eyebrow at that, looking like he was considering, and Hianta’s gaze flicked down to see he was half hard through his sweats, opening his mouth to speak, only to snap it shut again when they pulled off to a side road and into a gas station.
“Alright!” Ukai called. “You get fifteen minutes to use the bathroom and buy snacks; if you’re not back on the bus by then, we’re leaving without you!”
Noya turned to look at him. “Bathroom?”
“Only if you switch seats with me.”
“Deal.”