Chapter Seven:
(Text from Mid-August, several weeks after Kuroko and Aomine have started dating.)
Kuroko: I'm not going to the pool today.
Aomine: . . . Okay. Do you want to hang out after I'm done?
Kuroko: Not really.
Aomine: Is everything okay? Should I be worried?
Kuroko: No.
Aomine: . . . Okay. I'll text you later? After work?
Kuroko: Sure.
Aomine couldn't understand why Kuroko didn't want to go to the pool, but he had been doing a lot of swimming lately so he gave up trying to puzzle it out. Kuroko was free to do what he wanted, but he couldn't figure out what he'd done that made Kuroko not want to spend time with him after. Maybe I should surprise him? I haven't done anything cute for Kuroko lately, so maybe I should go over to his apartment after my shift ends. Kuroko likes little surprises. What better surprise than me? . . . Better get some flowers or whatever to bring along just in case. Aomine was so caught up in his thoughts that he almost failed to blow his whistle at a gaggle of children running alongside the slippery pool.
Kuroko lay face down in his bed, wearing nothing but boxers. It felt nice to simply do nothing but lay in the cool darkness with a blanket half-on half-off his body and his face turned sideways on a cold pillow. There was nothing but silence. No chattering Momoi. No music. No screaming children from the pool. And no too warm Aomine always hovering over him like he was some kind of glass figuring balancing precariously on the edge of a teeter totter. Kuroko snorted rudely at that thought. As if I need him to be delicate with me. It's been almost a month and he is only just holding my hand. Yeah, I guess this first month is supposed to be about us asking each other stupid questions like "What's your favorite color," but I really just want him to stop doing that and push me up against a wall and—
*knock knock knock knock knock*
Why is it that whenever I start day dreaming about what a certain dark blue haired boyfriend could do to make me moan someone is always at the door? Sighing, Kuroko pushed himself up off his bed and didn't bother to put any clothes on as he went to answer the door. Whomever it is can just deal with all this pale beauty in only a pair of boxers and socks. This is my apartment after all he grouchily thought to himself. Those knocks became more insistent and continuous. Just as Kuroko opened the door to find out who the hell it was that decided to pester him, he was ever so glad that he was about a head and a half or more shorter than Aomine because his fist would have met head on with his face. Getting over his shock, Kuroko looked up into the face of a sheepish Aomine who merely handed him a small bouquet of light and dark blue carnations and gerber daisies. "Surprise?" Aomine asked quietly.
We were boxing
We were boxing the stars
We were boxing (we were boxing)
You were swinging for Mars
And then the water reached the West Coast
And took the power lines (the power lines)
And it was me and you (this could last forever)
And the whole town under water
There was nothing we could do
It was dark blue
When Kuroko didn't say anything, he tried to ask if he could come in when Kuroko cut him off:
"What, in the name of all that is holy, are you doing here?" Aomine stood still and looked down at Kuroko like he'd grown a second head. "And what the fuck is with all of the light and dark blue pairings? Is it because of our hair and our eyes? Because I'm getting sick of it.—"
"But you said you liked it… and that your favorite color was blue," Aomine whispered as Kuroko kept ranting…
"And what the fuck is wrong with you?!"
"Excuse me?" Aomine was shocked that his quiet boyfriend could be so expressive and articulate.
"You heard me! What the fuck is wrong with you? You've spent the better part of a month asking me all these stupid questions and holding my hand and being a red-faced dork, and now I'm standing here, half-naked, and you still haven't kissed me. What. The. Fuck. Is. Wrong. With. You." Kuroko growled out as he reached up and pulled a stunned Aomine's face down to his level and roughly pushed their lips together.
Aomine let Kuroko control the way events were unraveling but only to a certain extent. At some point, their kiss turned impossibly sweet and gentle as their mouth moved together in an unhurried race to explore each other. Who knows whose tongue brushed over the others bottom lip first, eliciting a shiver and gasp that allowed the other entry. Moans were exchanged and swallowed by the other's partner. Their tongues moved against each other tentatively, increasing their arousal and need for the other, making the moment stretch time. And at some point, Aomine pushed back, very aware that they were in the doorway to Kuroko's apartment and that Kuroko was practically naked and pressed flush against his front. "Tetsu . . ." Kuroko only looked up at him with glazed eyes, and Aomine thought he looked so beautiful. Cupping his head between his hands, Kuroko tried to make him understand as he said, "Tetsu, we can't do this. Darling, you need to move into your apartment now."
At that Kuroko looked up into Aomine's face, and his eyes became lust-filled as he pulled Aomine into his apartment.
Dark blue (dark blue)
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room well I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning (burning) down
So, thanks for reading, and more updates will come later. Reviews are more than welcome.
