good morning how do we feel about glory holes and how do i make it tsukkiyama

tadashi starts working at one of the shady clubs in the outskirts of town, one of those run down ones in a back alley, because he just needs some quick extra cash on top of his day job and he’s too embarrassed to ask anyone to borrow something

//hold on this may be a little dub conny for skammy club reasons//

anyway he discreetly asks for a spot and they’re really nice about it, showing him around and it all looks surprisingly well, clean and organised

what he doesn’t know is that as soon as he drops to his knees behind the wall on the first night and they close the door behind him, they hang up a picture of him right above the small circular hole in the wall

it’s a little grainy and from an awkward half profile angle, nothing more than a still from their security camera footage of the night he asked for a spot, but it’s unmistakably him.

only - tadashi doesn’t know. he thinks he’s nothing more than an anonymous mouth at the other side of the wall. wrong.

the club goers love the photos on the wall, unknowingly taken. it’s not usually enough to recognise the person on the street, or really get a good look at them but it’s more than enough to spur on their imagination.

and if someone does recognise the person on the picture, if it’s a colleague or an acquaintance or - your friend’s longtime crush.

kuroo blinks once. twice. three times when he walks into the club he frequents. he goes here every few weeks, sometimes more. it’s a quick and easy way to get off if he can’t muster up the nerve to seduce someone the traditional way.

what he didn’t expect to see was a vaguely familiar face lined up between rows and rows of pictures.

was that really-?

no way. no. way.

kuroo shouldnt - but he does anyway. it’s rather early on a saturday night, maybe an hour before the crowds come here after partying the weekend away, drunkenly looking for a way to get their dick wet. the spot is open.

he approaches it.

up close, it’s even more obvious. that’s definitely him. yamaguchi tadashi. the one man tsukishima can’t shut the fuck up about.

as kuroo unzips his jeans, he has mixed feelings. it feels wrong. he shouldn’t be knowing. he shouldn’t be offering his dick to the man his friend has been in love with hopelessly for over ten years.

but the moment warm, soft lips wrap around him, he forgets all his doubts.

because fuck can freckles suck well.

he‘s quick and quiet, but so fucking good. one of the best he’s ever had. and though he may not think about that while he cums down a hot, tight throat, he does very much think about it a few days later when he sits on the couch in bokuto’s apartment, tsukishima in the kitchen.

“bo- i fucked his crush. i feel so bad. what do i do.”

kuroo grimaces at the word he finally admits out loud for the first time

“you fucked yamaguchi?”

of course bokuto is loud. too loud. way too loud.

they hear a loud crash from the kitchen, and then a curse. it only takes a second for tsukishima to stomp over the broken glass covering the kitchen floor and then he’s gripping the front of kuroos shirt with more force than he ever thought possible.

tsukishima looks ready to commit murder.

“wanna say that again?”

slowly, kuroo lifts his hands, a calming motion - well. it doesn’t really work. at least he still has his head on his shoulders.

“well, he sucked me o-“

a fist cracks into his jaw, making his head fly to the side with force. it‘s painful, leaving his head swimming and his vision dotted, blurry. fuck does he pack a punch.

“fuck, tsukki-“ bokuto is laughing from the other side of the couch, but neither of them feel like joking around.

i shouldn’t have said anything, is what kuroo thinks. he’s never seen tsukishima this angry before.

“i’m giving you one sentence to explain yourself or you’re not making it out alive.”

“okay okay man, fuck. he works at the gloryhole club i go to and they have pictures up and i wasn’t sure it was him at first but i got curious and it /was/ him and he is so fucking good and-“

another fist hits his face, this time tsukishima’s knuckles smash into his nose. he’s pretty sure he feels it crack.

he probably deserves it.

he definitely deserves it.

tsukishima is fuming. mostly at him. but underneath the anger, there’s something else gleaming in his eyes.

kuroo knows that look a little too well.

so if he texts tsukishima an address hours later that night, and he gets no reply but two blue ticks, he knows.

freckles is in for a ride.

// i will continue this later hehe //

kei hates himself.

it’s dark out, the alley he’s currently heading down only lit dimly by a few neon signs here and there, blinking up in irregular patterns.

even if it’s not particularly cold that nucht, he is shivering all over.

his phone is heavy in his pocket.

two messages are burned into his head, two messages that got him into this situation in the first place.

kuroo’s address without context.

tadashi’s “sorry i’m busy tonight. maybe tomorrow?”

he had asked. just out of curiosity.

mostly because he didn’t believe kuroo. it couldn’t be - right? there was no way.

he had to prove him wrong. see for himself.

maybe prove himself wrong just to ease his mind away from the thought that kuroo had-

no.

it had to be a misunderstanding.

he’d go and have a look himself. just to prove it.

so even if he’s shivering, he walks into the run down place with his head held high. he has a plain, unbothered expression as he hands over some money at a desk in the back

and follows the directions into the back room.

it’s dimly lit, more a corridor than a room, the wall stretching down lined with a clean row of holes leading into nothingness on the other side.

right above each, a sheet of paper hangs on, sloppily slapped in place with nothing more than a piece of tape holding it there. from where he’s standing, there’s no way to see anyone’s face as they’re a grainy, black and white mush of pixels -

but the men fixating their eyes onto their respective pictures seem to beg to differ.

it’s gross really.

it’s crowded this night, every single spot along the wall- well, /occupied/ - and a few other men are standing around, one hand impatiently on their zipper, as they hungrily wait for their turn.

kei is truly disgusted. the air is filled with nothing but wet sounds and low groans, the occasional gagging noise coming from the other side of the wall, and he is at a loss of understanding on how anyone would willingly come here.

why kuroo would come here.

/ why tadashi would come here /

once again, curiosity moves his feet. slowly, without trying to look anyone in the face, he walks down the hall, stealing glances at the pictures hanging up.

it’s girls, mostly. from what he can make out now, a little closer, there’s no pattern to them. some are younger, older, prettier, uglier - but every single one of them are crowded by a man trying to get his dick wet.

he spots a few guys along the wall, but none of them look anything remotely close to the familiar face he’s grown to love so much over the years.

kei is almost breathing out in relief when he nears the end of the room. that is, until he sees the last picture in the corner.

he can barely see more than half of hit with the bulky guy currently thrusting against the wall, obstructing his vision, but kei /knows/

before he even sees the face or the hair, it’s the posture, the figure, the unmistakable aura that surrounds tadashi wherever he goes. it’s him.

fuck it’s him.

kei doesn’t know what to do.

in horror he watches, frozen into the spot he’s standing on, as the man groans, looking right at the picture placed at eye level.

he’s looking at tadashi. and on the other side of the wall-

his stomach drops. it’s gross. he hates himself. because it’s mostly, overwhelmingly anger and jealousy that make his blood boil. but at the same time, very very traitorous heat spreads through his stomach.

he hates it so much. this is tadashi. the man he’s so in love with that he doesn’t know what to do most of the time. his one and only. his soulmate.

but the mental image of him kneeling on the other side of the wall, willingly taking whatever comes at him- it’s too much.

kei is halfway on his way to push the guy out of his way, put as much distance between him and tadashi as possible, and getting as close to him as he can, when the man’s hip stutter and he stills completely, a gross wet moan ripping from him.

he can only watch as he pulls his dick out of the hole again, tucking it into his trousers and reaching for a few bills in his back pocket that he slips through the hole.

it happens so quick - and then he’s gone.

it feels like a magnet is pulling kei towards the now spot. his feet move on their own, one step, two, three-

“you bastard, i was waiting for a spot! get back in line before i make them kick you out.”

a hand grabs his shoulder roughly and yanks kei back. another guy, barely reaching his chin, gleams up at him with anger in his eyes.

“there’s rules here. all of us are waiting for freckles, you ain’t special. so get back in line or get the fuck out.”

kei wants to punch him. he wants to knock the light from his eyes and watch him bleed -

but about a dozen pair of sharp, angry eyes lock onto him and even he knows that he’s outnumbered.

slowly, he puts his hands up.

“my bad.”

the other guy snorts and shakes his head, finally letting go of the iron grip on his shoulder.

“that’s better. now leave me alone, i’ve been waiting to get a taste of the fresh meat all night. fuck off already.”

kei reluctantly steps back as he watches the man hurry over to the wall in two steps, zipper already down, and it barely takes more than ten seconds before his dick disappears and his head falls back with a groan.

he can’t take it. kei leaves.

he hurries down the room, weaving through the men standing around, more and more coming in, and he’s almost at the entrance leading back to the main room when he spots something.

a door.

it’s barely noticeable in the dark room, but kei has always been blessed with sharp vision.

a fine line runs through the dark wood and as he steps closer, curious- it is definitely a door.

kei glances back into the room carefully. it’s dark and all eyes are on the pictures hanging on the wall, no one would notice if he disappeared through here instead the other way.

without giving himself a second to overthink it, he slips in.

// one last break i have a zoom meeting in two minutes but i’ll be back asap i promise //

the corridor kei finds himself in once the door falls shut behind him is dark. there's practically no light source except the little slither of dim orange that shimmers through the slits in the wood, so he pulls out his phone to get a better look.

he only uses the light coming off his screen, not wanting to startle anyone or get unwanted attention. just so he can actually //see// where he is going.

with the additional help, he can see an almost parallel room to the one he just came from. it's a long stretched hall, mirrored to the main room but instead of where the wall runs, it's just a row of doors, leading to small cubicles that are shut off with a door.

kei walks. he passes every single one of them until he finally arrives at the very last door. it's unmarked, just like any of the others, but he knows what is hiding behind it.

tadashi.

he wants to see him. //needs// to see him.

to make sure it's him. to make sure he's okay.

and maybe to finally still the incredibly overwhelming pull of jealousy in his stomach.

he pushes open the door.

what he sees in the dim light behind will be burned into his memory forever.

tadashi is kneeling on the ground, a pillow stacked under his legs, one hands holding onto the wall as he supports himself against it -

and he is entirely naked.

kei almost can't belive he's real.

yeah, he's seen his friend naked before, in the locker rooms or the shared bath during training camps, but he has never allowed himself to really /look/. the most he had ever gotten were short, stolen glances, always terrified off scaring him off or creeping him out.

but this- wow.

kei wants to touch him. he wants to run his hand over the smooth and freckle dotted tan skin, feel the planes of his body, the softness of his skin, he wants to smell him, breathe him, taste him, everything as long as it's tadashi.

he didn't notice him yet.

the man on the ground was entirely focused on his task, eyes fixated on the wall in front of him and the hand that is between his legs, moving-

oh.

// oh. //

tadashi is touching himself.

as kei takes a careful step closer, he can see it more clearly. his free hand is moving over the flushed and glistening wet dick in his hand, covered in cum already, and holy fuck if that isn't the hottest thing he has ever seen in his life.

kei should say something.

he should get his attention, but the last thing he wants to do is scare him and make him choke on the stranger he was currently working on, or straight up send him into a heart attack.

so he waits.

luckily, it doesn't take long for the guy on the other side to blow his load down tadashi's mouth, and the moment he pulls off, reaching for a bowl beside him to spit the cum out - he sees.

tadashi yelps.

he clutches his chest and stares up at kei with eyes wider than saucepans, one hand still on his dick, the other on the bowl, all while a wad of cash is being stuck through the hole he is sitting in front.

"ta-"

"what the fuck?"

tadashi whisper-yells at him, confusion and fear mixing weirdly with the blush of arousal on his face.

kei feels awful.

before he can say anything else, tadashi holds up a hand and shushes him with the deadliest glare he has ever experienced.

kei obeys.

tadashi turns around and takes the money, placing it in a box on the other side of the spot he is kneeling at, and then moving a little wooden plate over the hole, effectively cutting off whoever was sure to be next in line.

only then does he turn back to him.

"what the fuck are you doing here."

tadashi is mad. he has fucked up. so bad.

kei slowly sinks down to the floor, head facing the ground.
"i'm sorry. i didn't mean to. i just- "

tadashi crawls closer to him slowly. "you just what. came here to make fun of me? shame me? end our friendship?"

kei shakes his head violently. "no, no, no, tadashi i-"

"spit it out already, I don't have time for this."

"i was jealous, okay?"

tadashi halts in his movement, eyes wide. kei continues.

"i didn't want anyone to touch you. anyone that wasn't me. not when i've been waiting for the right moment for years."

"you- what?" tadashi is in disbelief. "you, you /like/ me? is that what you're trying to say?"

kei nods. "yes." he smiles, even if it's weak. "love you, even. but maybe this is not the right place to-"

"you're such a fucking idiot. fuck. FUCK. this is not how i dreamt about this to happen at all."

"so-"

a rapid knock on the wall interrupts them, followed by an angry "get back to work, freckles, people are waiting for you."

quietly, tadashi curses under his breath. he gestures kei to be quiet before he opens the little door for a second and answers through it.

"one second please, i needed a water break."

"fine. hurry up tho."

the hole closes again, and the look in tadashi's eyes is determined.

"stay here and with me, or leave and forget about this. your choice, kei."

before waiting for an answer, he returns to his spot on the ground and opens the hole, taking the dick that comes through it almost immediately into his hand and guiding it into his mouth.

kei stays.

he watches as tadashi takes dick like a pornstar. it fucks with his head how good he is, how skilled, and how incredibly amazing he looks doing it, the man he's been in love with swallowing down a stranger without thinking twice about it.

it does things to him.

it does things to tadashi, too.

he's barely a minute into the first client, when his hand sneaks back between his legs and he whines quietly at the contact, sound muffled by the dick in his mouth.

kei wants nothing more than to jump him and help him out.

it's not until tadashi shifts his position and spreads his legs slightly, bending over more so his ass sticks out invitingly, that kei notices the signs he's giving off.

does he-?

does he want him to?

as quietly as he can, kei shuffles towards him, sitting right behind tadashi and gently placing a hand on his waist.

"is this okay?" he whispers, and immediately, tadashi nods, bopping his head up and down as much as the restricted field of movement allows him.

still, kei isn't entirely convinced yet.

he needs to be sure. 100% sure that this is okay.

"tap once for yes, twice for no."

kei runs his hand along tadashi's sides, over his extended arm resting on the wall, and he wraps his hand in tadashi's.

immediately, the his thumb taps kei's pointer.

he grins.

kei keeps his hand there, holding steady contact to tadashi's, as he runs the other over the soft, smooth planes of skin, finally being allowed to feel the object of his dreams and desires of years.

it's good, so much better than good.

he moves his hand over his waist and down his stomach, until it wraps around tadashi's hard, neglected dick hanging between his legs.

the man under him breathes in sharply and tenses up, but when kei stops and waits, he taps his hand aggressively again. once.

kei bites back a chuckle and returns all of his attention to the warmth in his hand. he strokes tadashi slowly, just enough pressure to not be overwhelming, and the cum still wet on him helps the glide, mixing with the precum steadily oozing from his tip.

tadashi whines quietly.

all kei can do is take in the sight in front of him.

he looks so good. perfect.

mouth full of a stranger's cock, fucking his throat, drool spilling from his lips onto his flushed skin-

it's truly beautiful.

kei takes his time with tadashi. he's wanted to do this forever, caress his body, place kisses all over his skin, and he does so with pleasure, priding himself on each sound he can pull from him.

he starts getting louder, more squirmy and twitchy not long in.

"-mmeeh"

he tries to talk. the dick in his mouth is making it hard.

"mhhhe-"

kei shushes him.

"what do you want baby? want me to make you cum? use your fingers."

he feels two taps against his hand.

"want me to stop?"

two taps again, and this time, tadashi emphasizes his point by pushing back his hips, wiggling them around so they press against kei's.

oh.

//oh.//

"do want me to fuck you?"

tadashi whines at the question and bops his head up and down, tapping his hand once.

kei thinks he's going to pass out.

"fuck, okay, okay. shit, do you have lube?"

tadashi taps his hand twice, but twists his head to the side, gesturing towards the bowl standing next to him.

kei's stomach twists.

the cum bowl.

the fucking cum bowl.

"tadashi, are you su-"

tap.

kei bites his tongue.

he does not want to dip his fingers into the cum bowl. on the other hand, he does very much want to fuck tadashi.

when the man under him gets impatient and starts pressing his hips back further, kei caves.

he reaches over to scoop some of the now cooled down, and smiley goo, and tries not to cringe when he smears it between his fingers in an attempt to warm it up.

it's not so bad once he starts fingering tadashi open- because he's hot and tight and it overshadows everything

fuck. if this is how he feels around his finger- kei can't wait to feel him around himself.

he makes quick work of fingering tadashi open, and he enjoys every single moan he pulls from him.

"mhhhmm-"

"shh, just a little more."

"-uhh mhee-"

"yes, yes, so needy. you focus on your job, tadashi. i'll take care of everything else."

underneath him, tadashi keens at his words. with newfound enthusiasm, he moves his head faster, taking the dick in his mouth down so much he starts gagging.

kei can't wait any longer.

one last time, he tests how far tadashi stretches around him, but when he finds it to be enough, he pushes down his trousers and lines himself up.

the moment he pushes into tadashi's tight wet heat, the man on the other side cums down his throat.

the sound he makes is beautiful.

it's wet and strangled, a muffled moan, and tadashi shivers under him as he struggles to take the sensation of being filled up with dick while trying not to choke on the bitter liquid in his mouth.

kei shouldn't find it this hot, but he can't help himself.

he starts moving his hips, slowly, deeply fucking into tadashi, and he can hear him gasp out around the softening cock that's pulling out of his mouth.

without missing a beat, kei reaches around and covers his mouth with his hand, effectively keeping the sounds from reaching the other side of the wall.

he won't share those. never. tadashi was /his/.

they could have his mouth, the mouth tadashi willingly offered to them

but his sounds? the genuine noises he makes when kei stretches him out and fills him up?

those belong to him, and him alone.

a few notes of cash are being stuck through the spot in the wall, and kei let's go of tadashi's hand for a moment to take them and throw them to the side before immediately returning them to their original spot.

tadashi arches his back against his chest and squirms.

his hips move ever so slightly, and kei almost has to bite back a laugh at how desperate he is to get him deeper inside.

kei indulges him.

it only takes seconds for a new dick to be shoved through the hole, and kei pulls tadashi close to him, whispering into his ear quietly.

"go on, do your job. make it good for him."

he whines behind his hand, shivering all over, but he obeys.

the moment kei takes his hand away, tadashi bends forward to swallows the man down, enthusiastically moaning around the new offering.

it's so fucking hot.

kei fucks him harder.

he's merely a few harsh thrusts in when tadashi tenses under his touch and then spills all over the floor with a muffled shout, cum dripping between his legs as he shakes and shakes through his orgasm.

the man on the other side of the wall groans at the sudden movement and goes harder, rocking tadashi's limp body back between the two of them.

kei digs his fingers into the soft flesh of his hips and returns the favour.

he looses track of time entirely.

he fucks tadashi through three more orgasms and many, many, many more men who are using his throat without rest, cumming inside his guts twice.

not once does tadashi answer his question with more than one tap.

it's the early morning hours when kei leads tadashi down the streets, legs wobbly and mind hazy, both of them clinging to each other with every step. they get in a cab together, heading down to kei's place.

he insists. tadashi doesn't have it in him to object.

especially not with the promise of a hot bath and a warm meal.

and a shared bed.

/especially/ the shared bed.

when he's warm and clean and full, tucked under the soft covers of kei's bed, tadashi sighs happily.

"so. how'd you find me?" he asks, after they're cuddled up together, his head tucked into kei's chest.

he frowns.

"kuroo."

"WHAT?"

reluctantly, he tells tadashi everything. the pictures. kuroo. the cracked nose he got for what he did.

he can see the colour drain from his face with each sentence, and kei holds him closer.

"i'm really sorry, tadashi. this is not how I wanted it to go."

he shuffles closer, if that's even possible.

"'s okay. not your fault."

"still. you didn't want that. it's not okay."

tadashi shrugs and buries his face even more. kei lets him.

"can i ask why you started there?"

it takes a moment, but eventually, tadashi sighs. "money. of course. landlord raised rent last month and i was already barely making it. needed something quick."

"why didn't you tell me, tadashi? i could have-"

"no, no, no, i don't want to ask for money. it's okay, i'll find something else."

"or you could move in with me."

// ending this here because i will pass out if i don't go to sleep right now. sorry this is a garbage can fire and a half, i'll probably work this over for ao3 (eventually). thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed it nevertheless. <3