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rareficsnstuff · 5 years ago

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Good Morning! [Iwaizumi, Bokuto]

Summary: Iwaizumi was invited to work out with Bokuto at one of the best gyms around and it’s honestly a great deal. The only problem is… He prefers a peaceful morning routine – a good breakfast, some stretches, and a jog followed by some core and arm strengthening with a little music maybe – but Bokuto was adamantly just not that kind of person. The actual opposite of peaceful. And, unfortunately, this becomes more and more apparent as time goes on.

Words: 1,832

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Damn, it was early. The sun wasn’t even awake yet. Iwaizumi didn’t have a problem with being up early, per say, but now that the time had come, he was kind of regretting the agreement he had made with a certain someone to get together and work out at such an ungodly hour. He wasn’t sure he could handle all that energy before he was fully awake. But he had agreed and dammed if he wasn’t a man of his word.

So here he was, out in the chill of early morning, waiting for his workout partner to show up to let him in with his platinum-member gym pass. And all this before coffee. Dear lord, this was gonna be exhausting…

“Good morning!” A bracing voice broke though the darkness behind him, making him jolt and grunt in surprise before turning quickly to see the speaker. With nose and cheeks pink, and eyes glassy from the cold, his face-splitting grin was almost offensive to Iwaizumi.

“Why the hell are you so cheerful this early in the morning? It’s cold out here; can we go inside?” he grumbled. Unaffected by the less-than-warm greeting he got in return, Bokuto turned to the door, fishing his wallet out of his pocket to retrieve his gym pass before stepping inside and holding the door for Iwaizumi.

“Sorry if I made you wait a long time. I tried to get here as fast as I could,” Bokuto said after they had checked in and went to settle in at what Bokuto had called his favorite spot – a far-off corner of the gym, almost completely secluded by a dividing wall. He had mentioned in passing that the only way to get it was to arrive really early like this. And aside from the employee managing the front desk in the other room, they were the only ones here.

“It’s fine. I only got here a minute or two before you,” said Iwaizumi, bluntly.

“Good!” Bokuto chirped, grinning brightly again. “So, do you have a specific routine? I thought we could coordinate so that one of us could spot for the other when we need to.”

“Sounds good.”

They spent the next few minutes working out that they would both start on the treadmill before moving on to core and lower-body exercises. They decided once they finished everything they could do together, Bokuto would be first to spot the other. About a half hour later, they had finished the majority of their routine and only Iwaizumi had pull-ups left to do while Bokuto took a water break.

Throughout the whole process, Bokuto had not. Stopped. TaLkINg. And it was really starting to get on Iwaizumi’s nerves. Most of his topics were just random occurrences he had experienced which he recalled with extreme enthusiasm at volumes the brunet was not ready to handle at this time of day. He’d like to believe that he was managing his temper pretty well; he had only snapped at Bokuto a handful of times and he hadn’t even fully raised his voice. But Bokuto was really toeing the line.

“So… are you always this grumpy when you work out?” the taller was saying, giving Iwaizumi a calculating look. “’Cause I think that might affect your blood pressure, which isn’t good when you’re working out,” he said idly.

“I know that!” Iwaizumi snapped. “And I am not always like this; I’m just not used to getting up this early and having to deal with loudasses like you!”

“You’re the one who’s yelling…” the taller replied calmly before taking another sip of water. This made Iwaizumi growl.

“Do not just pretend you haven’t been bouncing off the walls since we got here! And stop distracting me, I… Dammit!” he roared. “I lost count.”

“Fifty-seven,” Bokuto supplied, making Iwaizumi grumble as he continued on. “Honestly though, you gotta chill, bud. I really don’t know what you’re so uptight about. Doesn’t it feel great to work up a sweat like this?! It’s so fulfilling, right?!”

“Shut up.”

“Aww, don’t be like that! You gotta have fun with this!” Bokuto grinned.

“I’m having a blast, trust me,” Iwaizumi said flatly. Bokuto’s own face fell at the other’s lack of enthusiasm. If he was being honest, the grouch was kinda starting to get on his nerves. He stared at him quietly for a moment as he continued his pull-ups, almost scowling. He just didn’t understand; what’s not to love about all this! You get a head start on the day and you wake yourself up in the most productive way possible, and there was just something about the crispness and the smell of the morning air that made him so glad to be alive. And it was even better now with a friend here to keep him company! As Bokuto continued to watch, and Iwaizumi was reaching seventy in his pull-ups, an idea came to mind.

One corner of his mouth twitched upwards and he made his way to stand behind Iwaizumi. After considering him for a moment longer, Bokuto brought his hands up to the shorter man’s torso and quickly skittered them along his exposed sides.

“Seventy-eight, seventy-niAAHAha! H-hey! The hell!?” The second he felt the teasing sensations running up his sensitive sides, Iwaizumi spammed, immediately letting go of the pull-up bar to protect himself.

“Oh, no, please; don’t let me stop you,” Bokuto said as his fingers continued their skittering and moved up to his ribs. “By all means, carry on. Finnish your pull-ups.”

“Bo-whahA! NO! Stohop thaaahahat! B-bokuhutooo!” Iwaizumi chuckled, just shy of full-on laughter as he desperately grappled for a hold on Bokuto’s wrists and twisted in place.

“Now see, that’s much better, Yeah?!” said Bokuto, cheerfully. As the sensations progressively got worse, Iwaizumi began to fold in on himself, both from the force of his laughter and in an attempt to create some kind of protection.

Although he had a vice grip on Bokuto’s wrists, Iwaizumi couldn’t seem to summon the strength or concentration to pry the offending hands away. Bokuto’s fingers were relentless! He’d only changed spots twice since the attack started – at one point he’d gone to claw at his belly, but quickly found that his ribs warranted a much better reaction, so he decided to stay there. Bokuto had been pinching, nibbling, and massaging the lower sides of his ribs for so long now that Iwaizumi could feel himself starting to tear up. What the hell! He wasn’t even that ticklish there! It was just the relentlessness of it!

“Doesn’t it feel good to get rid of all those grumpies?!” Bokuto asked, teasingly.

“Shuhut it, you weihirdoho!” Iwaizumi growled through his laughter, bouncing and stomping his feet adorably in a useless attempt to alleviate the torture.

“Oops! Still a trace of grump in there~ Nah, don’t worry, I got it.” Before he had the chance to even think of reacting, the juggernaut of a man behind him had knocked Iwaizumi’s legs out from under him, grabbed one of the brunet’s wrists after breaking out of his victim’s hold, and used his free hand to push him down to the ground by his shoulder. Bokuto was usually pretty even-tempered and friendly (outside of when he was playing volleyball, of course), so sometimes it was easy to forget just what an absolute behemoth he really was. And now, suddenly, Iwaizumi found himself looking up at the sparkling eyes and child-like grinning face of Bokuto as he hovered over him, pinning his hips between his knees. Iwaizumi’s eyes widened in terror.

“Bokuto, wait-“ he pleaded.

“Here we goooo ~”

“No, wait! Bo-hhaHAHAHAAAaa!” Shit. There it was. Bokuto got his worst spot. By pure stroke of luck, but still… Back arched, head thrown back, and legs kicking frantically, Iwaizumi was straight up cackling now and his hands could only weakly, uselessly tug at the white haired man’s wrists. “AAAAaaahahahahaaaAAA! Naha-! Nahat theeehehere!”

“Oh, wow. Bad spot?” Bokuto asked bluntly. He grinned. “Hey, hey, hey, looks like I gotcha ~!” Although the attack on Iwaizumi’s death spot already had him in hysterics, now that Bokuto knew what he was dealing with, it was downright unbearable. His finger’s torturing movements were hyper focused, implementing the most insufferable tactics on his upper ribs near his underarms and- oh, there were the tears he had been worried about earlier.

“NaaahahahaaAAAA! Y-youhu Bastahahard! Stahapit! StahapstapstahahahAHAAAA!” He really needed Bokuto to stop. He was gonna pass out. It tickled sooo bad.

“Gotta work that cardio, dude,” Bokuto said, grinning. “Oh, god. You’re turnin’ kinda purple. Alright, alright, I guess I’m done…” he said passively, finally ceasing his torture and releasing Iwaizumi to stand to his feet. The shorter was left grinning and breathless on the floor, curling in on himself as he recovered. Bokuto chuckled.

“You have a great laugh, dude! So warm and full! You really should use it more often,” he said, placing his hands on his hips and grinning brightly down at his companion.

“Uh-haha… T-thanks… I guess,” Iwaizumi said, bashfully. Having finally regained some energy, he sat up, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, a small, crooked smile stuck on his face.

“Sure! Can you stand up?”

“Y-yeah. I’m good,” he said, climbing laboriously to his feet and grinning all the while.

“You need some water?” said Bokuto, almost apologetically as he handed him his water bottle.

“Thanks.” Iwaizumi s accepted the bottle with a shaky hand and took a few swigs. “Listen, Bokuto… I-I know I’ve been kind of a pill… You were totally right and I’m-…I’m really sorry.”

“No worries, man! No worries! It’s all good! I-I totally get it, though. I know I can be a lot to handle sometimes… All the time depending on who you are. Heh… Sorry about that.” Iwaizumi scoffed good-naturedly. “So how about this? I’ll try to rein it in a little, and you ~” Bokuto accented with a vibrating claw at Iwaizumi’s belly – at which the brunet jumped back with a snigger and a half-hearted swat at the offending hand. “Try ta lighten up a little, huh ~?”

“Y-yeah… I think I can do that. Sounds like a deal,” he agreed.

“AWSOME!- Oops… Sorry,” Bokuto finished in a sheepish whisper when he caught Iwaizumi’s deadpanned expression. “So! You’ve still got some pull-ups to finish, yeah?” Iwaizumi gave a sarcastic bark of laughter.

“You really think I’m gonna stick my arms up with you anywhere near me? I don’t think so. Why don’t we just move on…” Bokuto laughed exuberantly, giving him a friendly slap on the back.

“Sure, sure, whatever you want, Iwaizumi!” Bokuto said as he turned to prepare for their next exercise. “I think someone’s afraid of the tickle monster ~.” Bokuto teased, smirking at Iwaizumi over his shoulder. The brunette was still facing away from him, but Bokuto could see that his neck and ears had turned red and Bokuto chuckled, earning a slap on the arm from Iwaizumi. Bokuto grinned wider.

“Shut up.”

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