"KUROO!" Kotaro busted into his room in a flurry of excitement. Eyes wide and grin huge. Kotaro paused for a moment. Tetsuro had quickly thrown a shirt on, but not before Kotaro got a very good picture of all the scratch marks. "Shit dude what happened to your back?"

"Nothing. Now why did you burst in here like a cyclone?" Tetsuro responded with a crooked grin.

Kotaro matched the grin and his eyes sparkled wickedly. "You got laid didn't you?"

Tetsuro chuckled. "Just tell me what's up."

"Oh fine. Oikawa got us tickets to that rock concert. He even got me an extra one for Akaashi! God he's the best!"

Kotaro was so distracted bouncing with excitement that he missed the tension that momentarily formed in Tetsuro's body. "Sweet! That's great bro!"

"I know right! Gwah I'm going to go call Akaashi." With that Kotaro flew out of his room and Tetsuro sat down on his bed with a sigh. It didn't matter by the time the concert came around things would be back to normal. He and Akaashi would just be friends…hopefully without a huge dose of awkwardness…and without the desire to touch him and taste him.

Keiji was getting the call as he started changing for practice. He hit the ignore call. He would call him back later. The moment he removed his shirt, a couple of whistles broke out and he ignored them. He also ignored the judging stares coming from the few that had gone to the party with him. They knew who he had been spending his time with… They also did not approve. Keiji belonged to Kotaro. He was hands off even if it was pretty clear Keiji didn't feel the same way about Kotaro. They were, however, going to keep their mouths shut and their thoughts to themselves. No point in creating unnecessary drama. Keiji was an adult. He was 18 and could make his own decisions.

The concert crept up on them faster than they realized and Tetsuro wasn't finding it any easier to think about Keiji. He had been carefully avoiding the other man for a month because of it. When Kotaro went and visited one weekend, Tetsuro declined the offer to join him. However, when Keiji texted him or posted anything online, he responded. Keiji was his friend after all. A friend that he knew what their lips felt like. Soft. A friend that he knew how their muscles felt under his hands. Firm. A friend that he knew what he looked like when he orgasmed. Fucking hot. I mean shit he was in deep and it was not good. That was why he started dating again. He needed the distraction.

Kotaro was so freaking excited that he invited Keiji up the night before the concert. Keiji accepted. It's not like he had anything better to do. Plus he was kind of looking forward to seeing Tetsuro not that he should. He just couldn't help it. He knocked softly on the apartment door.

Kotaro bolted to the door and tore it open. "AKAASHI!" He pulled the slimmer man into a bear hug.

"Can't breathe Bokuto. Please let go of me."

"Oh right! I'm just happy to see you is all. Well come in" Kotaro yanked him into the apartment by his wrist.

Sometimes Keiji worried that Kotaro would accidently break his bones one of these days. It seemed like the spiker sometimes forgot his sheer strength when he was excited. He set his bag down by the couch and looked around. "Is Kuroo here?"

"Ah no he's out on a date. It's like his third one in two weeks. He's such a player" Kotaro said lightly and burst out laughing. Keiji felt something tighten in his chest and he had to remind himself to breathe normally. "Anyways I picked up a pizza a little bit ago. It's still warm. Hungry?"

"Y-yeah. Thanks" Keiji looked away and his eyes landed on the door to Tetsuro's room. He looked away again and swallowed down the weird feeling creeping up his stomach. Kotaro handed him a plate with two slices of pizza and a can of pop. He accepted with shaky hands and then sat down on the couch. He tried to focus on Kotaro's happy chit chatter, but his mind kept wandering to Tetsuro on a date. On multiple dates apparently. Did what happened between them mean nothing to Tetsuro? Was he sleeping with other people? Well he was attractive and fun to be around. It would be easy enough to pick up people.

"Akaashi!" Kotaro called out loudly and shook him. His usually sunny face was clouded with concern. "Is everything ok? You spaced out there for a really long time."

"Oh. Sorry Bokuto. I am fine. Please don't concern yourself. What were you talking about?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie. Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yes to both. Any movie is fine."

Kotaro wasn't convinced, but didn't ask any more questions. He knew if Keiji didn't want to talk about it, then he wouldn't. They watched the movie in silence for the most part except when Kotaro spoke up with some funny fact. Or when he was laughing like an idiot. Keiji was kind of surprised that Kotaro didn't get more noise complaints. He smiled at his best friends antics. Kotaro was a ball of excitement and it was contagious. Sometimes Keiji needed that. To be surrounded by positivity and be drawn outside of himself from time to time.

It was late when he finally convinced Kotaro to go to bed. Keiji laid down on the couch in the quiet apartment. He glanced at his phone. 11:13 PM. Tetsuro's date must be going well. He took a deep breath and tried to ignore the feeling crawling through his nervous system. Who stays out this late? Unless they're at someone's place and they're not planning on coming home at all that night… He let out a frustrated noise and stood up. He needed to do something to distract himself from thoughts of Tetsuro fucking some other guy. He ended up in the kitchen splashing cold water on his face and drinking from the raised faucet. He dried his face off on a towel next to the sink when he heard the apartment door open.

Tetsuro crept in and when he saw Keiji standing in the kitchen, he froze. "Hey."

"It's late. Must have been a good date" Keiji said in a chilled voice.

Tetsuro let out a sigh and scratched the back of his head. "Was ok… I didn't know you were coming by tonight…"

Keiji snorted. "Would it have made a difference? Apparently you're quite the player according to Bokuto."

"You're angry" Tetsuro sighed again and walked into the kitchen. Keiji backed up against the counter and held his breath as Tetsuro stopped in front of him. "Please don't be angry. I don't know what else to do. All I can think about it you..." Tetsuro took a step forward and placed his hands on the counter on either side of Keiji.

"You've been drinking" Keiji stated with a raised eyebrow. A slow blush had started creeping along his cheeks and his heart beat increased.

Tetsuro snorted in amusement. "Yeah date sucked. Ended up at the bar. No one can compare to you…" Tetsuro leaned slightly closer. "Shit this sucks…"

Keiji placed a hand on Tetsuro's chest right above his heart. He could feel the rapid beating and swallowed. "Don't date other people. I can't stand the thought of you being with someone else…"

"Akaashi… What else can we do?"

Tetsuro was too close. He could feel his hot breath caressing his own mouth. "Keiji… you can use my name and I don't know what to do. I just can't… Just for a little bit don't date. Please?"

"Ok ok. No dating for a while. For you… Keiji…" Tetsuro whispered his name at the end.

Shivers ran up Keiji's spine and he buried his fingers in messy black hair and pulled Tetsuro close as he kissed him hungrily. Tetsuro groaned and wrapped his arms around Keiji's back pulling their bodies close together. They continued to rock and press against each other. Tetsuro's hands groping at Keiji's ass as he grinded their hips against each other. Keiji moaned into his mouth as their tongue's danced with each other. His nimble fingers pressed between their bodies and started working on Tetsuro's jeans.

Tetsuro grabbed his hands and pulled them away as he took a step back. "No. We can't do this. I'm going to bed Akaashi." Tetsuro said breathlessly as he grabbed a cup of water and walked to his room shutting the door behind him.

Keiji watched with wide eyed silence. His body felt frozen and it buzzed. The click of the shutting bedroom door echoed through the quiet apartment. Keiji finally thawed and sank to the floor holding his head in his hands. He took deep breaths trying to push the lust out of his system. He was painfully hard and yes there was a bathroom, but he wanted to be in pain right now. He needed to, so he could remind himself they couldn't do this.

Tetsuro flopped down on his futon breathing heavily. No. He can't. He shouldn't. All he really wanted to do was go back out there, grab Keiji and throw him on this bed. He wanted to touch him and leave marks all over that slightly sun kissed skin. Fuck. Stop he told himself. No more thinking about this, but he couldn't stop. His hands trailed down his body and he shimmied out of his jeans. He groaned as he touched himself. No. No. Can't. Shouldn't. He pulled his boxers down and started stroking himself in earnest. No. Yes. Yes. He imagined it was Keiji here right now touching him.

His green eyes lidded with lust.

His hot mouth leaving burning trails against his jaw, neck and chest.

Tetsuro ran his other hand under his shirt and across his chest. He spit into his hand and then used it to stroke himself faster. Yes. Yes. Fuck yes. His head titled back as a little groan escaped him.

His mouth was still trailing down his chest getting lower and lower.

Then it was on him sucking and his tongue was twirling against him. Occasionally flicking over the top.

Tetsuro's hips were actively responding to his wild imagination and he could feel the heat burning him inside. With a couple more strokes and a quiet groan, he released all over his hand and stomach. Once his breathing had gone back to normal, he grabbed some tissues cleaned himself off and buried himself under his blankets and pillows.

The next day was a little awkward for two people in the apartment not that Kotaro noticed. He did however notice the dark circles under Keiji's eyes. He eyed his pretty friend with concern and made sure to give him an extra-large cup of coffee. The concert wasn't until 7:00 PM that night, but they needed to catch the tram by 5:00. He would have to make sure Keiji got a nap in before that.

It was around 2:00 that Kotaro insisted that he go and take a nap. He volunteered his own room, but Keiji politely declined. Kotaro than insisted on Tetsuro's room stating he wouldn't mind at all. Keiji was pretty sure Kotaro was right in that regard or at least he hoped so as he laid down on the futon in Tetsuro's room. Sleep though was not his friend that day it appeared. He rolled over and eyed Tetsuro's laptop with curiosity. He slowly reached out and pulled it to the side of the futon hitting the power button. Apparently it was in sleep mode, but he still needed a password. He frowned and then hit the password hint button. 'Best animal ever' Keiji smirked. Too easy. He typed in 'cat' and it failed. What other animal besides a cat did Tetsuro adore? Hmm… he mulled the question over for about 5 minutes before trying again. He smiled when it accepted 'kitten.' Of course it would be kitten. Freaking nerd.

The first thing that popped up was a picture of himself. Keiji swallowed and his hand shook slightly as he scrolled through his own Facebook account. Apparently Tetsuro was hardcore creeping on him. Maybe….Hopefully… He could feel a light pressure in his chest and he couldn't suppress the tiniest of smiles from forming. He clicked back on the original picture and put the laptop back. He took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. Sleep finally found him.

Tetsuro found him an hour later curled up in his blankets. He slowly crept over and gently brushed some soft black curls off of Keiji's forehead. He was pretty sure that Keiji would have heard his heart beat if he had been awake. Fuck. Keiji was adorable when he slept. His face was so peaceful. Tetsuro ran a finger down the side of his face ending when it skimmed over a soft lip. Shit. No he can't do this. He stood up quickly grabbed some clothes and headed for a quick shower. At this point probably a cold one.

The ride to the concert would have been distracting enough for Keiji and Tetsuro if it weren't for how crowded it was and the fact that they kept being shoved up against each other. Keiji about died of embarrassment when his hand accidently touched something it shouldn't touch and Tetsuro let out a little hiss of air. No one noticed their small moments though. Toru was clinging to a grumbling Hajime and babbling excitedly with an equally bouncy and excited Kotaro.

The line to get into the concert was a brief reprieve for them and they were able to separate themselves slightly. However, every time their hands brushed each other it was like an electric bolt going straight into Keiji's heart. He had no idea how he was supposed to survive this night. Especially with the fact that Tetsuro avoided looking at him and Kotaro kept grabbing his hand excitedly.

Once they were in through the doors the sheer mass of bodies forced them close to one another again. This was going to be a long night… And then Toru passed around a flask and Keiji took it happily. Maybe it could at least be bearable. That shit was strong though. He embarrassingly choked a little and flushed slightly when Tetsuro gave him a little crooked grin. They let their hands linger momentarily against each other as Keiji handed the flask over. Too fast though to be noticed. Not that they would be. Kotaro's large golden eyes were sparkling with awe looking around. Toru was busy burying his face into Hajime's neck. Hajime was looking around awkwardly and flushed red. Keiji was slightly jealous of Toru at the moment. He wanted to be able to wrap his arms around a certain someone.

Once Keiji's buzz kicked in the night got even better. They had maneuvered, well more like shoved, their way towards the front. Having tall brawny athletes came in handy from time to time. The sheer press of people though left Keiji pressed up next Kotaro on his right. Hajime was to his left holding Toru against his chest. Tetsuro was pressed up behind Keiji. It hadn't started that way, but Tetsuro didn't like other people touching Keiji. That was a definite nope in his mind. His left hand lingered on Keiji's waist as his right hovered on his right shoulder. Keiji was buzzing from the alcohol and from Tetsuro rubbing against him. He did not fail to notice that Tetsuro was very much enjoying himself too if the thing pressed into him had anything to say. He had to suppress the little whine when Tetsuro's fingers dipped into the waist band of his pants.

Fuck. He couldn't concentrate. The music was too loud. The strobe lights left him disoriented. Tetsuro felt too good. He laced his fingers with Tetsuro's and moved the hand hovering at the edge of his pants to the front. His head fell back against the muscular chest when Tetsuro stroked him through his jeans. Tetsuro's hips thrusted forward instinctively and grinded against him. Thank god it was so dark in this concert and loud enough to drown out his quick breathing. Eventually Tetsuro's hand inched its way underneath the waist band of his jeans. They continued for a couple of minutes before Tetsuro pulled his hand out. Keiji had to suppress a groan at the lack of contact.

Tetsuro grabbed his wrist. Kotaro gave them a curious look. Tetsuro leaned close to his ear and yelled bathroom. Kotaro still barely heard him and just nodded his understanding. Then Keiji was pulled none to gently through the mass of hot sweaty bodies.

The bathroom was thankfully not as crowded as it could be and Tetsuro pulled him into a stall locking the door behind them. He really couldn't give a fuck what people thought at the moment. The music was loud enough in here to drown out most noise anyways. He quickly unzipped Keiji's pants as he pressed him against the wall kissing him. Keiji moaned and wrapped his arms around Tetsuro's neck burying fingers in that sexy hair. Tetsuro wasted no time stroking him. Keiji threw his head back hitting it gently against the stall wall. Tetsuro kissed the exposed neck and groaned into it as Keiji's fingers moved to free his own extremely hard issue. Keiji also didn't waste time stroking the impressive length.

"Fuck Keiji…So good" Tetsuro purred into his ear before sucking on it.

Keiji moaned and tightened his grip thumbing the slit. "More… need more…" he pleaded brokenly.

Tetsuro complied and stroked harder and faster. Tetsuro could feel Keiji getting harder by the second. "Close…" Keiji moaned. Tetsuro dropped to his knees and took Keiji into his mouth sucking and stroking hungrily. Keiji buried his fingers into his hair once again and rocked into him. Tetsuro took it like a champ and it took about a second before his mouth was filled with Keiji's pleasure. The hold in his hair loosened slightly and he stood up and kissed that flushed cheek. Keiji's mouth was too busy trying to breathe.

Keiji pulled his pants up and then was pressing Tetsuro against the opposite wall. He gave him a quick kiss before dropping to his knees and returning the favor. Tetsuro covered his mouth with his fist as his other hand dove into that soft fluffy hair. Keiji hollowed his cheeks and sucked. He bobbed his head rapidly followed by his hand. Tongue caressing and flicking. Tetsuro groaned as he came into that hot wet cave of heaven.

Keiji stood up, fixed Tetsuro's pants back on his hips and then wrapped his arms around Tetsuro's waist burying his face against that still heaving chest. Tetsuro wrapped his arms around Keiji and pulled him closer. He placed a kiss into Keiji's hair and left his face there.

"Keiji we should go back."

Keiji took a deep breath and looked up into Tetsuro's face. "I don't want to" he responded calmly.

Tetsuro grinned at him and let his fingers caress down those still hot cheeks. He pulled Keiji into a gentle kiss. Keiji sighed with pleasure into it. He would never get sick of kissing Tetsuro. It was like a drug and he wanted it so bad. He was addicted. They kissed lazily for a couple more minutes. "We have to" Tetsuro responded when they finally pulled away.

"Fine."

They finished fixing their clothes and left the stall. Neither of them paid attention to the few weird looks they received. They washed their hands and exited the bathroom like nothing happened. Eventually they pressed through the bodies until they saw Kotaro's unique whitish gray hair and made their way to their friends. Hajime glanced at them curiously, but then Toru kissed him laughing and he forgot about the other two men. Toru was all that mattered for him and it had always been that way.