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“Kou-chan! Go get my clothes! They’re still in the room!”
Oikawa flaunts out of the room, entirely naked and covered with cum.
The director’s yelling at him to get some clothes on. Oikawa rolls his eyes.
Suga wrinkles his nose.
“Really?”Bokuto calls after him. “You look disgusting right now!”
Oikawa flips him the bird before shutting the bathroom door with a click.
The silver haired gets up from his perch on the sofa.
“You know you don’t have to,” Kenma mumbles from the small dining table, where he had a computer science textbook open. “Oikawa’s just trying to bully you.”
Suga laughs.
“I don’t mind it; besides, he’ll probably throw a fit if I don’t.”
He pushes open the door to one of the “acting” rooms, scanning around in search of some designer clothing.
He spots them over by the side of the bed.
The cameraman and other actors were still there, changing and heading to the showers.
Suga smiles at Kuroo.
“Had fun today?” He asks, bending down to swipe up the clothes. “You have that happy smile on again.”
The raven smirks, wiping the folding camera’s lens.
“Couldn’t be happier,” he says, putting all the equipment into his bag. “After all, I get to see you lovelies undress and get naughty for me.”
Suga laughs.
“I appreciate your innuendos,” Suga replies. “But we do it for the camera, not the cameraman.”
He taps a finger over the name tag that hung on the pocket of Kuroo’s shirt which read: Kuroo, Cameraman.
“Suga!” The director, Ukai, hollers. “Did you shower yet? You have a scene in ten minutes!”
“Ah! I’m sorry, I’ll go now!”
XXX
Suga stares at the blankness of his canvas, trying to picture what he would paint for the midterm project.
His phone rings, sounding in the open auditorium.
The caller I.D. reads: Husband Thighchi.
He wasn’t the one who put the name on there, Tanaka and Noya did.
Of course, he never really had the heart to change it.
His instructor gives him a glare as he steps out to take it.
That was a plus of being an art major. No boring lectures, not too many strict rules in the classes except to be on time and leave when the class was over.
“Hello, Daichi? What’s up?” He asks, smile lingering on his lips. “You do know that I’m in class, right?”
He hears the chuckle on the other line.
“Suga, we all know your teacher could care less,” the man says. Suga can hear the richness of his voice. “I was just wondering if you needed anything because I’m heading to pick up some groceries before going to my shift.”
Ah, yes. His shift.
The ups and downs of having a super sexy lifeguard best friend living in the same dorm!
The ups included seeing him fit and toned every day, being taken cared of when he was sick, waking up to find breakfast made, and always trying to take a peek into the shower when Daichi was in there.
But the downs, why did the world have to be so cruel to Suga?
He swore he was nice to people, called his parents every other day, and went to church…sometimes.
Oh, lord, he was a sinner. To fall in love with a sweet, innocent soul and be a porn star was what he blamed for such horrid circumstances.
“I’m good, don’t worry about me,” Suga says. “Are you cooking, again? I can cook too, you know!”
Daichi took no hesitation in replying. “Suga, the last time you wanted to cook, I came back to find the stove on fire.”
The silver haired scoffed in indignance, though a smile played over his features. “Sawamura Daichi! I thought we agreed that that never happened! Besides, the stove’s evil! It hates me, it’s not my fault!”
They share a laugh.
“I’m still cooking tonight,” Daichi says. “Have fun in class, and don’t work yourself too hard at work!”
Daichi was one of those down to earth, simple guys. He didn’t barge into other people’s lives, and he sure as hell didn’t barge into Suga’s.
So as far as he’s concerned, Suga’s just a homely, simple barista.
Definitely not a porn star.
“The same goes for you, mister! You may have extremely nice looking thighs and abs, but you’re not Superman, so let the other lifeguards do their job too!”
They laugh again before hanging up, and Suga’s left to contemplate his art.
XXX
Suga decides he hates the way the women sound in their scenes.
Their high pitched moans and squeals turn him off more than anything.
But it doesn’t mean he hates women.
Two of his closest friends are girls after all, Yachi and Kiyoko.
He loves them, he really does, but why does he hate the fellow actors so much?
He sits in the staff room, eating his apple and waiting his call.
Oikawa was sprawled on the carpet, eyes glued to his textbook and fiercely scribbling in his notebook.
Akaashi slams the door shut on his way into the main room, skin flushed from his filming.
His hair is messy and his buttons askew. His green eyes are still glazed over.
“Whoa, why do you look so out of it?” Moniwa asks, coming over to hand him a mug of green tea, with a cute smile.
Shirabu looks over. “Who’d you act with? Did he go too hard or something?”
Akaashi holds up a finger as he takes a couple of gulps of the tea.
He turns to Shirabu. “They.”
“What?”
“You should be asking ‘did they go too hard or something’,” he says, finishing the mug. “And the answer to your question, yes. I feel like I’m gonna pass out.”
“Well, you’re alter ego is BDSM master, so…” Futakuchi says. “I feel bad for you.”
Iwaizumi comes over and drags Akaashi away.
“It’s not as bad as some others’,” he calls over his shoulder, giving the actors each a stern look. “Don’t work yourselves too hard. I’m driving Akaashi home, I’ll be back.”
Oikawa finally looks up. “Iwa-chan~! Come back soon, you need to take me out for dinner!”
The raven tsks.
Suga gets up silently to get ready for his scene.
“Hey!” Futakuchi throws him a bottle of lube. “I think you should prep more, you bled last time we did a scene together.”
Suga smiles prettily.
“Thank you, Futakuchi,” he says, giving the brunette a peck on the cheek.
They hear Moniwa’s chuckle at the blush cascading up to Futakuchi’s ears.
“Hey, Suga! He has a boyfriend, you know!” the raven laughs.
“I know, I know, Moniwa! You should scold your boyfriend for doing scenes with me, then!”
Suga happily skips to the restroom to stretch himself a bit more.
XXX
“What happened?” Suga says, rubbing some sunburn ointment over the back of Daichi’s neck and down to his sides.
Daichi lets out the sixth sigh of the day.
“I fell asleep on my post and none of my co-workers noticed, so I sat there the entire afternoon without the umbrella out.”
Suga can’t help but chuckle a little.
Daichi turns around to scowl before wincing at the burns.
“I can’t believe you, Daichi!” Suga says, leaning over to run his hands –sorry, the ointment—over Daichi’s collarbones.
So, Daichi was in pain. So, he was suffering from the sunburns. So, he was going to have a hard time in the morning.
Suga still couldn’t help but marvel at his sudden luck in being able to see Daichi’s naked torso.
Gods, it was magnificent.
Such honey, sun tanned skin (disregarding the sunburns, of course), chiseled abs, and sculptured thighs.
Oh, yes, Suga was going to hell.
And those sounds Daichi made when Suga ran the ointment over his skin.
He could die like this.
XXX
Suga made steak and green beans that night, extremely happy that the evil of the stove had gone away just enough so he could make dinner for his love –oops, Daichi.
Then again, the last steak was showing the black chariness from the cruelty of the stove.
Those evil spirits. Punishing him for no good reason.
He forces Daichi to sit on the coach and makes him eat slowly.
At twenty four years of age, alcohol is legal, so Suga pours him a glass of red wine to help him sleep better and faster.
They cuddle on Daichi’s bed, after dinner, to finish their bedtime ritual of watching horrible movies.
It’s Sharknado tonight, and Suga can’t say anything because nothing will ever top the list like Plan 9 From Outer Space.
Suga’s not sure how Oikawa can still call it an “exciting masterpiece”. Then again, the man loved anything that had aliens in it.
At near midnight, Suga gently scooches Daichi under the covers and lays his head down onto the pillow.
He brushes his teeth and strips.
He steps into the shower, turning the knob to the hot water side.
He relishes the hot water running down his neck to the dip along his stomach to the soft curve between his thighs.
The shampoo smells of white ginger and peaches, Daichi’s choice for him when they had gone shopping.
Suga likes it, it smelled like home.
Daichi, on the other hand, smelled like everything oceany.
Salt, sunshine, and sunscreen.
He lets his hands roam lower.
His breath catches in his throat.
Pressing his back against the shower wall, he sinks down to a crouching position.
If Daichi ever found out he was a porn star, he would be in so much trouble.
What if he got kicked out because Daichi found it gross?
Who would want to live with someone who was paid to have sex in front of a camera?
Suga forces himself to take a few deep breaths before rinsing off the body wash and stepping out.
He falls asleep, that night, dreaming of blank canvases and smearing paint over bronzed skin.
XXX
“Sugawara, push your hips up more.”
He obliges, noticing how the thrusts push him against the headboard.
He doesn’t really feel anything, his mind too far away.
He doesn’t hear the sound of the man’s harsh breathing, nor savor the pleasure of being entered.
His eyes flutter shut, barely registering his lips moving automatically to form “more” and “harder.”
After his scene, he hastily grabs his clothes, not realizing the others had already left for the other rooms.
His scene “partner” tries to hold him back, pressing kisses to his neck, but Suga gently pries his fingers off and heads to the bathroom.
Relationships were almost impossible in the world of porn, and Suga didn’t want to be pulled into further drama.
The rest of the day was a series of him bumping to things and tripping over his own feet.
By lunch time, his usually unmarred white skin had dozens of fresh purple bruises.
His art instructor asks him if he needs a day off.
Suga declines, only to then trip over his canvas holder and rip a hole through his art.
Of course, he is sent home to recreate his art and rest.
Daichi notices but doesn’t say anything about it until dinner was finished and they are both under the covers, with a movie playing in the background.
Suga doesn’t even remember falling asleep, but he wakes up at 3 AM to find Daichi in the same bed.
With a smile, he bundles up closer and breaths in Daichi’s scent.
It’s warm and nice, just how Suga likes it.
Maybe tomorrow, he’d have a better day.
He doesn’t hear his phone ring.