Background: I was at a con recently and went to a body painting competition panel. The person I went to con with leaned over and asked me what one of “my boys,” as we like to joke, would volunteer to be a model... And this is that idea written out.
Scene: Team Japan and their partners are having a night out to relax as friends when they stumble upon a body painting competition... That’s it
“oooh, guys this looks like fun! Can we join?!” Bokuto and Hinata had both seen the poster as they entered the club and were looking at the rest of their group with shinning, pleading eyes.
“Boke, none of us is an artist.” Kageyama dismissed quickly, tisking softly.
“Oh, are you scared king?” Tsukishima moved up to read the poster around his buff boyfriend, falling into his old taunts of Kageyama and Hinata all too easily.
“I’m not scared.” Kageyama pouted and crossed his arms, turning away from them a little but not moving away from the little crowed thee eight of them made around the sign. “Bakageyama, it’s not about being an artist, it’s about having fun!” Hinata said excitedly
“Exactly!” Bokuto joined in, turning to try and convince his teammate to join in the fun. “Come on, you don’t even have to be a model if you don’t want to! Just... Pick someone to paint and have fun!”
“I think it could be a good team building thing.” Iwaizumi nodded along. “Working together in some... Uncomfortable situations.” He added before looking off. “So... Who would the models be?”
“I WANNA DO IT!” Both Bokuto and Hinata shouted at the same time. “Well that settles teams...” Kuroo added with a chuckle as he started rolling up his sleeves. “I already let two other people touch my boyfriend, we’re not adding any more to that list.” He laughed as Akaashi hit him playfully.
“I dunno...” Atsumu finally spoke up, cheeks dusting pink. “Isn’t that... I mean... What if someone gets a boner?”
“Then we get some sexy time when we get home. And we can skip a shower until it’s done.” Bokuto shrugged like it was a normal thing to be stripping naked infant of his teammates and letting his boyfriends paint him.
“No fair! Your team is all you boyfriends!” Hinata took the flier as he lead the way inside. “That really sounds like a you problem shrimpy” Tsukishima taunted. He knew about Kageyama’s feelings for the shortest amongst them, and judging by the blush on Atsumu the bottle blond did as well. “Who knows, by the end of this maybe you’ll have a harem of your own.”
They opened the door to where the competition was happening and realized they were the only ones there beside the person running it, who looked like they are about to clean up and call it a lost cause. He happily helped them set up before having them draw randomly from a cup to get their tasks.
The teams had been decided as follows: Bokuto (Model), Akaashi (lead artist), Kuroo, and Tsukishima (assisting artists) naming themselves team boyfriends
Hinata (Model), Iwaizumi (lead artist), Kageyama, and Atsumu (supporting artists) refusing to give themselves a name. Tsukishima mumbled under his breath “team, unrequited love.” Making Kuroo laugh.
For a wile, it was quiet. The two separate teams stood on either side of the room as the models got settled and folded their cloths safely out of paints way and the teams strategized. They had two hours each to make the best masterpiece they could to the judged when the person running this came back to check on them. Akaashi was quick to divvy up some tasks as he admired his pro-athlete boyfriend, debating where to start as his other two boyfriends got to mixing different colors.
Meanwhile on the other side of the room, Iwaizumi was trying to do something similar but both Kageyama and Atsumu got distracted looking at Hinata who wasn’t even paying attention, just excited in the moment that he was going to be turned into a piece of art.
Akaashi took his time looking up reference photos and showing them to Kuroo and Tsukishima, sharing what he was thinking before setting them both to work. Tsukishima, being the tallest of the four of them, worked on Bokuto’s back because it would be more comfortable height wise. They took time caressing Bokuto with their hands before the paint and the brushes, giving him words of encouragement as well as each other when they would step back and admire their work every now and again.
As opposed to the team across the room, who started arguing almost immediately when it came to what to do and who would be doing what. Iwaizumi looked like he was going to explode as he spoke through clenched teeth. “Kageyama... Left side, Atsumu... Right side. I will start on his front. Look at the photos on my phone for reference, please.” He sounded exasperated.
“Come on guys, this is supposed to be fun.” Hinata pouted up at them with big eyes. Truthfully, he just wanted their hands on him. He had liked all of them, and seeing Bokuto’s relationships working made him hopeful that maybe this could open a door for him. But as the three around him continued to argue his hopes were slowly deflating. He looked across at the polycule he admired and saw that they were working so well together.
Kuroo, kneeling next to Bokuto, couldn’t stop himself from leaning in and kissing his boyfriends hip gently before painting over it in a dark color, trying to make his legs look like pants. “careful, or we might get disqualified.” Bokuto said, pointedly not looking down. The sight of Kuroo on his knees always got his blood rushing south, and he was already fighting back getting hard as he shivered under Tsukishima and Akaashi’s long and skilled fingers along his upper half.
“We’ll win if they keep it up. I don’t think they’ve even started painting.” Tsukishima spoke softly near Bokuto’s ear, Akaashi humming in agreement. “And I was sure to put Kuroo on his knees for you, I know how much you like it. Shame...” Akaashi smirked as his masterpiece closed their eyes and surpassed a moan but let out a small whimper. Kuroo took the opportunity to place another kiss along Bokuto’s hip and abdomen as he moved to be kneeling more in front of him.
“Come on Bo, he looks so good for you.” Tsukishima coaxed as he let his paint covered fingers travel over the shoulder blades in front of him. “We’re not here to win or lose, we’re here to have fun right? So... let's have some fun.”
“Tsukki, you sounded an awful lot like Hinata.” Akaashi teased as he moved his hands over their boyfriends chest, smearing more paint and trying to draw his attention for what could have only been the most interesting spot on the ceiling that Bokuto had ever looked at. “No one made a ‘no sex’ rule. What’s stopping us?” Kuroo teased in a husky voice.
Bokuto finally broke, looking down and groaning as he was already half hard. “fuck you guys...” He reached out to run his fingers through Kuroo’s already unruly hair, encouraging him now.
“Well, that is kind of the point.” Tsukishima leaned forward to kiss the only place on Bokuto’s neck that he had yet to paint, just under his ear in the sweet spot they all knew would get him going. At the same time Kuroo smirked and took the hardening dick in his mouth, teasing the tip a little with his tongue before sucking. The moan their model let out was like musing to their ears, soft but full of want.
Hinata glared from across the room, folding his arms over his chest before looking away. That’s all he wanted... Well... Maybe not that specifically right now. But damn it he was horny and lonely and this had been the perfect opportunity. But he was still bare skinned and naked and Bokuto was over there mostly covered in one color paint and getting his rocks off.
Iwaizumi seemed to realize the shift in their model, being that he wasn’t arguing any more and letting Atsumu and Kageyama go at it. He followed the spit fire’s longing gaze and something seemed to click for him. He swallowed hard before leaning down to whisper to Hinata when he wasn’t paying attention. “You wish that was you huh?”
Hinata turned to look up at him, blush spreading over his cheeks and down his chest a little. Iwaizumi smiled kindly before continuing. “I’m not completely blind. Or stupid. What one of you set this up? We’re the only ones here and it’s just... A little too convenient.”
“I... Bo helped but... It was my idea.” Hinata blushed more. Atsumu and Kageyama had finally stopped arguing to listen. “Why didn’t you just talk to us?” Iwaizumi asked gently making Hinata roll his eyes a little. “Have you met our setters?”
“Hey!” They both said at the same time before glaring at one another. “I have... But the reason they work so well is because they communicate. And being together as long as they have helps.” Iwaizumi added. “Can I touch you?” He asked as he lifted a hand towards Hinata’s face, the little ginger nodded eagerly. “It’s only what I’ve wanted all night.”
Iwaizumi chuckled softly before holding his face gently. “I’m flattered Hinata. Really.” He turned to look at the two setters on either side of them slowly before continuing with a blush of his own. “And... I’d be willing to see where this goes if they are.”
(I have to go to bed now. But I WILL BE CONTINUING THIS BECAUSE WHOLY SHIT WHO AM I?!)
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