iwaizumi stood in front of the garage at exactly 7:27, where oikawa was sitting in his perfectly pristine pagani huayra, window rolled down, smiling as soon as he caught sight of the older.

"iwa-chan, thank you for finally gracing me with your presence," he said as iwaizumi walked to the other side of the car, opening the door and getting in the passenger seat.

"i'm three minutes early, you idiot," he replied, "why are you in my car? and where are we going?"

"i have arranged a wonderful evening for you. i hope you told your wife you'll be home late. if you come home, that is," oikawa said as he started driving slowly, through the gates and and further down the ridiculously long driveway.

"she doesn't know i left."

"akira will inform her. i arranged some things with him as well."

"why all the plans? what's the special occasion?" iwaizumi asked oikawa, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"iwa-chan, what date is it?" the brunet returned with his own question.

"june eighth?"

"what's in two days?"

"june tenth... i think a company meeting? i know status reports come in the thirteenth, but..."

"june tenth is your birthday, you absolute moron," oikawa laughed, "you're turning thirty-seven. so we're celebrating."

"i forgot my own fucking birthday," iwaizumi chuckled, "man, life's catching up with me way too fast. i'm getting old."

"well, tonight, you're definitely not going to be looking old," oikawa grinned, "and for the record, you age like fine wine. you're almost thirty-seven and you're sexy as fuck."

"i am not," iwaizumi said, "you should've seen me when i was your age. a lot more muscle and a lot more stylish. i sometimes think i got stuck in the 2000's."

"if this is you stuck in the 2000's, i pray you never leave, because god, iwaizumi, suit and tie do you so much more than justice." oikawa changed gears, before glancing over at the older. "you know i've actually never seen you in casual clothing before? always suit and tie."

"that is my casual clothing."

"i can't complain, but that can't be a comfortable way to live."

"i don't really mind it," iwaizumi shrugged, "they're good suits. plus, when you're this high up in a company, you never know when you have to dress to impress."

"we should go shopping sometime, for you. i'll help you buy stuff that's nice and that impresses."

"i'll take you up on that," iwaizumi chuckled, "the one thing i actually do trust you with."

"you're letting me drive your car."

"i am."

"i thought you'd kick me out, really."

"i thought so too. but i didn't. so you'd better drive her like she deserves to be driven."

oikawa smirked. "so speeding is permitted?"

"i'll cover the tickets."

—

it took them another hour or so to reach their destination — an hour filled with banter and laughing. their communication was surprisingly lighthearted for the relationship that they were forming, and it seemed like iwaizumi had just dropped his guard completely, having little regard for the impact that his lacking defense may have later on.

oikawa parked, the two got out and the key was given to a valet, who was firmly instructed by iwaizumi on how to treat his precious vehicle, and who was given a very scary warning that iwaizumi would ruin him if anything happened to her. iwaizumi really loved his cars.

it appeared that they were at some kind of nightclub, and that they were getting special treatment — the moment the bouncer saw oikawa and iwaizumi, he escorted them to a separate entrance, where two barely-clad women were waiting with two glasses of champagne. they followed the club owner, who oikawa was already familiar with, to what was revealed to be the club's most luxurious vip room, which was filled with a few other guests.

"the birthday boy!" matsukawa grinned, walking over to iwaizumi as he entered, "how is our precious hajime?"

"what the fuck are you idiots doing here?" iwaizumi laughed as he loosely hugged matsukawa, doing the same with hanamaki, "jesus, this night is about to get a whole lot weirder if you two are involved."

"you're probably right," hanamaki grinned, "but tooru planned this all out, so i think he'll outdo all of your expectations."

the room wasn't a room necessarily — more of a space, about a floor above the rest of the club, with nice leather couches, their own bar and a stripper pole right in the middle. the music was some kind of rap song that was unfamiliar to iwaizumi, and it was blasting out of every nook and cranny.

"iwa-chan, by the way, i brought a friend of mine," oikawa said, tugging at his arm, "this is koushi sugawara. i brought him primarily as an apology to issei for ditching him, secondarily because he too likes unlimited bottle service in vip sections of nightclubs, but also because he's great fun and i think you'll hit it off!"

"nice to meet you," iwaizumi smiled at sugawara, shaking his hand.

"likewise," sugawara said cheerfully, "sorry for intruding on your birthday like this, but i did bring you the nicest bottle of wine i could find," he procured a bottle of red wine, handing it over to iwaizumi. "which probably means nothing to you. but still."

"it's greatly appreciated," iwaizumi reassured him, "this is a great bottle, thank you."

"really? i'm glad," he chuckled, "i don't want to insult you with bad quality—"

"oh, please, i'm rich, but i do try to not be an asshole," iwaizumi laughed, "and i like red, so good choice there."

"i'm glad," sugawara smiled.

as the pair made small talk oikawa sat down next to hanamaki and watched them intently, staring obsessively, causing the other two in his company to snicker.

"are you jealous?" hanamaki teased with a smirk, nudging him in the ribs gently.

"what? don't be stupid, they're just talking," the brunet huffed, "i just... iwa-chan holds that bottle in a ridiculously sexy way. in one hand, casually holding up a bottle of wine as if it were a feather, god i wonder what those hands could do..."

"are you turned on by the way he's holding a wine bottle..?"

"i'm turned on by anything he does, ever. this should not surprise you."

"how are you two?" matsukawa asked, leaning forwards as to look oikawa in the eye, "i saw you driving his huayra. and yet you try to tell me that he hasn't had sex with you. that seems very unlikely. he loves his cars."

"i don't know what to tell you," oikawa sighed, "i feel like he's into me. and i'm definitely into him. but that fucking wife of his—"

"he has to be having a tough time with the whole cheating thing," hanamaki sighed, "honestly, if i hadn't known how unhappy he really is, i would tell you to fuck off. i still feel guilty towards her. but life's barely enjoyable for the man. he's just stuck with a woman he's not attracted to in any shape or form."

"yeah. and if she cares about his feelings, she'll let him go when all of this nonsense ends."

"it's not going to be that simple," hanamaki warned, "there's a lot attached you don't know about."

"you know what i find ironic? that you both continuously try to demotivate me, yet you're both still supporting my actions and letting it all happen. i know you want to save your asses so you can pretend you were against it all along when everything goes south, but i don't work like that. so unless you're going to actively try to keep me away from him, stop bitching."

his tone was rough. it was unfiltered and uncaring towards the attitudes of others. it was also unexpected from the lips of someone who usually was so good ad adjusting his tone to the emotions of others. both males were taken aback; especially hanamaki, who knew him a little less.

"it's simple for you," matsukawa tried to explain for the both of them, picking his words carefully so he wouldn't anger the fiery brunet more, "because you don't know her. to you, she's just an obstacle. i know her. i know she's a really nice girl and she wouldn't hurt hajime intentionally. taka was even quite close with her for a while, so for him, he feels like he's betraying her. and she will be so fucking hurt if she finds out that not only her husband was cheating on her, but her supposed friend was in on it as well."

"look, you made him alive again," hanamaki told oikawa, "and i'm thankful for that. because he was just rotting away slowly. but this is all going to cause damage to her, to a lot of intricate friendships, to the company — god knows what pr stunt we're gonna have to pull as soon as this leaks..." he cleared his throat, shaking his head as if to distract himself. "point is, you're healthy for him. it's just that i'm not excited for all the negative repercussions."

"it's not as if i'm out to break her heart. i'm out to fix his a little. collateral damage isn't my issue. it'd be too difficult if it were."

"just be careful," hanamaki said lowly, "because i'll support you making him happy, but i won't allow you to ruin a marriage just to have you run off two months later."

"so what, you want me to marry him? you want me to guarantee that?"

"if you could, yes please. guarantee that you're not doing this just for shits and giggles."

"i'm not. but i can't predi—"

"guys, this is his fucking birthday party," matsukawa interrupted, "it's time to get completely wasted and hopefully get it on with tooru's adorable friend. or, in taka's case, a random hot piece of ass. or, in tooru's case, hajime iwaizumi. so can we get on to unlimited bottle service and the other finer things in life or..?"

"yes. let's do that," hanamaki sighed. oikawa looked displeased, pouty even — salty over the fact that he couldn't properly put hanamaki back in his place. but iwaizumi and sugawara had ended their conversation, and as soon as the older sat down next to him and casually placed his arm behind oikawa, barely an inch away from having it hang around his shoulders, the pouty face disappeared, and a big smile replaced it. 

"what are you annoying these two about?" iwaizumi asked teasingly as he handed oikawa a glass of champagne, his own in the hand that was dangerously close to the brunet's shoulder, switching it to his now free other hand to take a sip.

"my undying eternal love for the way you hold wine bottles."

"you have the weirdest fetishes."

"iwa-chan, don't even try to pretend you know anything about my sexual preferences, we have not gone there yet so you don't get the privilege of being informed."

"i don't need you to explain your daddy kink to me to know that you have weird fetishes," iwaizumi laughed, looking at oikawa.

"ah dang, what gave it away?" oikawa asked, feigning exasperation.

"your equally weird personality," iwaizumi chuckled, downing more champagne, "you know, i'm too old to drink as much as i probably will today. thirty fucking seven."

"you're not thirty-seven yet, and iwa-chan, you have such an abnormally high alcohol tolerance i'm not even going to let you continue complain about the fact that you're going to get properly wasted."

"i'm trusting that you're getting properly wasted too?"

"i definitely am," he replied with a smirk, "don't you worry."

"down the champagne and i'll believe you."

—

sometime later, oikawa was positively tipsy, hanamaki was completely focused on the girl dancing on the pole in front of them, iwaizumi was amusing himself with drunk oikawa and sugawara was draped over matsukawa's lap, fingers lazily trailing over his neck and down the skin revealed by the buttons that had been popped open on his shirt.

"why did tooru give you up?" he mused, "i'm not complaining, but still."

"look at them," matsukawa replied, gently placing two fingers on sugawara's jaw and turning his face to face the two, "look at them. tell me that's not the most adorable shit you've ever seen."

"what? tooru drunkenly trying to explain weird alien stuff to hajime and hajime laughing at him?"

"the look in his eyes, koushi. hajime's been married for so many years, he's been to clubs plenty of times, he's bought expensive cars, he has the life that millions lust after. and i have never seen him look at anyone or anything like that."

"he does kinda have that smitten look in his eyes, doesn't he?" sugawara hummed, "tooru's definitely into him big time."

"makki's still hung up on the whole cheating thing. but, i mean, when you look at that — that's what love's about. that's what i want for him."

"love?"

"yeah. they're gonna fall in love."

"hmm. that's cute. and greatly impractical. although i'll always support tooru's marriage-ruining efforts."

"you have the weirdest opinion on this situation," matsukawa laughed.

"eh. i'm drunk. besides, who cares? caring takes too much effort and brings too much heartbreak. i support my boy in whatever way he needs me to. and that's that."

—

"you are... fifteen spring rolls tall."

"well, that greatly depends on the size of the spring roll."

"that's true. in small spring rolls, you might be twenty, maybe twenty-one spring rolls tall.

"and large spring rolls?" iwaizumi asked, amused and playing along with oikawa's rambling.

"eleven."

"you have weirdly sized spring roll references."

"i mean, we don't even use the metric system. it's not as if feet and inches make any fucking sense. why can't we just use my spring rolls? if i can't use centimeters, i want to use spring rolls. thank you very much."

"what if we used actual feet?"

"iwa-chan, that makes no sense," the brunet scoffed, "all feet are different sizes."

"so are spring rolls."

"they are not!" oikawa groaned, "that's the whole idea."

"let's just stick to yards and ounces?"

"good idea," oikawa huffed, crossing his arms. iwaizumi raised an eyebrow as he watched his pouty attitude resurface.

"tell you what," he said, patting oikawa's shoulder, "when we're back home sometime, i order a bunch of same-sized spring rolls, and you can measure my height using them. and we eat the left overs. deal?"

"deal!" oikawa grinned, leaning with his head on iwaizumi's hand, "this is why i love iwa-chan."

"oh, c'mon, don't say that," iwaizumi chuckled, "you don't love me. i'm just the rich guy on your target list."

"nah," oikawa shrugged, "makki told me that if i go for you, i have to promise to marry you."

"and why's that?"

"to scare me off in case i'm messing around. but i'm not," he looked up at iwaizumi earnestly, taking his hand into his own, "i'm not messing around. so i'm your future husband. nice to make your acquaintance."

iwaizumi looked at it, his previously amused expression fading slightly. he carefully laced his fingers through the brunet's. "you're drunk, tooru."

"so what?"

"you're not making any sense."

"i am. that's why we're holding hands."

"no, you—"

"you're just a giant scaredy cat. and a liar. because you're not drunk yet. you were gonna get wasted. iwa-chan's a liar~"

"i think you're wasted enough for the both of us."

"no. it's your party. and i'm not letting you leave without getting you drunk. so do some shots old man!"

"why do you want me to be drunk?"

"because—"

"the real reason."

oikawa sighed. "iwa-chan, stop being my therapist and start being wasteeed."

"i'll do some shots if you talk to me."

"if you give me a kiss, i'll tell you," the brunet grinned, jumping up suddenly as the idea popped into his head, expression going from exasperated to positively gleaming.

"i think you're getting me drunk so that you can kiss me," iwaizumi said, raising an eyebrow.

"i guess you'll have to find out," oikawa mumbled, "but really, i don't want my first kiss with iwa-chan to be like this. i want you to want it as much as i do."

"i didn't say anything about not wanting to," iwaizumi murmured under his breath.

"hmm?"

"that you need to sober up."

"i may have a trick up my sleeve," he said, sitting up properly, "you get more drunk, i get less drunk. agreed?"

"agreed."

—

"hey tooru."

the brunet jumped up from where he was leaning over the bathroom sink, slipping the sleek black container that was in his hand into his pocket whilst his back was still turned towards the other.

"mattsun, hi," he said, turning to him and smiling brightly, "how's my favourite guy?"

"doing shots," he laughed, "hey, i'm sorry for taka's behaviour. he's just concerned. that's all."

"yeah. it's fine. don't sweat it."

"i wanted to give you something," matsukawa said, reaching for his pocket, pulling out a platinum card, and handing it over to him.

"this is..?"

"the driver you arranged for knows where to go if you show him this. it's some luxury hotel closeby."

"you want me to take him to a hotel."

"i want you to have the option to initiate what he won't," the taller explained, "taka's not sure, but i'm all for you guys. i don't want to sit around in conflict for months. the sooner he returns to his senses, the sooner this can all be settled and you two can go off being happy. something like that."

"you know, i thought i'd be a simple plaything on the side. now i'm landing myself a billionaire husband. pretty cool."

"there is one major thing i agree with taka on." he stepped towards oikawa, slowly placing the room key into the brunet's front pants pocket, fingers lingering. they stroked his skin through the fabric softly, and right up the black container he just placed there. "do not fuck this up."

"i think that's the one thing we all agree on. that and the fact that i'm better for him than she is."

"you'd better not waste this shot. i'm giving you up over this."

oikawa laughed and rolled his eyes, placing one arm over the other's shoulder. "mattsun, don't tell me you're in love with me."

"i don't do love."

"yeah. you pretend. but you love him and you love me." oikawa looked at him, and sighed. "is this why you're pushing me to him?"

"that wouldn't make sense."

"yeah it would. a guy who's scared of love making others love each other so he can no longer get involved."

"you may know a lot of secrets about me, but you're not yet an expert on my issues," matsukawa chuckled, "for now, i'll hook up with your sweetheart friend and enjoy another drunken night. i suggest you do something similar."

"fine. but you owe me those secrets."

"you know i can't refuse you."

"i do."

"you also know that doing cocaine in the bathroom during hajime's birthday party is a really bad idea."

the two fingers in his pocket said he definitely know. he still played dumb. "wha—"

"don't play stupid. he's not about drugs, tooru."

"he wanted me to sober up, i mean, this is the way to go!"

"he'd rather have you drunk than high."

"well, the deed's been done. and i'm going to make the fucking most of it." oikawa felt over his pocket, eyes pointed and focused, expression set to seriousness. matsukawa watched him exit the bathroom with unknown flair and determination.

—

they partied for a few hours.

iwaizumi got sufficiently drunk. oikawa was the life of it all, dancing the night away, somehow ending up on iwaizumi's lap, head on the elder's shoulder.

"tired?" iwaizumi asked, fingers softly threading through the brunet locks.

"only if you are," oikawa smiled, breathing slowly.

"you really know how to throw a party, i'll say that. but i'm ready to get out of here." oikawa pushed himself up to look iwaizumi in the eye.

"i have somewhere we can go," he said quietly, so quietly that iwaizumi could barely hear him. he raised an eyebrow, repressing the smirk that was fighting its way onto his complexion.

"and where would that be?"

oikawa reached into his pocket, pulling out the room key, holding it up between his index and middle finger, "mattsun made some generous arrangements."

iwaizumi looked up at him, to the room key and back at the brunet's earnest eyes, his face displaying the obvious conflict his drunken mind was trying to sort out. he slowly nodded, his hand leaving oikawa's hair. "yeah. let's go."

—

the car ride was long. too long. oikawa was aching. he desperately wanted to touch iwaizumi's burning skin, wanted to feel him, wanted to do so whilst he still felt so goddamn amazing. he looked amazing, even more so now that he'd lost his suit jacket and tie somewhere in the club, his sleeves rolled up and top buttons popped open.

oikawa couldn't take his eyes off of him. not even if he wanted to.

the driver pulled up to the luxury hotel, where they were escorted through a back entrance, and led to a private elevator that could be accessed with their platinum room key and went straight up to the one penthouse suite they had.

the room was breathtaking. one wall was entirely made out of glass, allowing for an impeccable view of the city below. the room was modern and spacious, arrayed with black marble stained with white, emerald green colours and hints of gold wherever there was room for them. a california king sized bed sat on a small platform, a grand piano in front of the window, accompanied by a set of a couch and chairs.

iwaizumi walked over to the desk sat under the giant flatscreen tv, taking his phone and wallet out of his pocket and placing them on the mahogany surface. he turned back around to oikawa, who hadn't made it far past the doorway, still drinking in the space and its luxury.

"i hope you thanked mattsun for arranging his," the elder chuckled as he walked over to him languidly, tentatively placing a hand on oikawa's hip when he was close enough, fingers gently digging in as he urged him closer.

"remind me tomorrow," oikawa replied, "i'm a little preoccupied right now."

"with what?"

"you," he said breathlessly. iwaizumi started laughing. oikawa's serious expression made him stop. "the way you're so insanely magnetic, and how desperately i want to kiss you."

"you do, huh?"

"i do. i so do."

"you're lucky i do too," he said quietly, his free hand moving up to oikawa's neck, carefully pulling him towards himself, attaching their lips.

iwaizumi, although he was the initiator, felt electric shocks traveling over his skin, felt things he hadn't ever felt before as he quickly deepened the kiss, pulling oikawa as close to him as he possibly could. the night went on from there.