Chapter 5: Desire

Bokuto anxiously waited at the station for Akaashi's train to arrive. He went back over his day in his head, making sure he hadn't forgotten anything. He cleaned the apartment, did all the laundry and changed the sheets. He had popcorn and other snacks. He remembered to buy a variety of drinks, both alcoholic and non-alcoholic. He had stocked up on condoms. He couldn't think of anything he'd missed, but he still felt nervous. He and Akaashi were going to be alone. Finally. Everytime Bokuto thought about it he felt his temperature rising. He shook his head trying to clear his thoughts.

When he saw Akaashi step off the train carrying takeout food, Bokuto's heart skipped a beat. He didn't think he would ever get used to how breathtakingly beautiful Akaashi was. Akaashi smiled and walked towards him and Bokuto grabbed his hand when he was close enough, giving the back of it a quick kiss.

"Hey," Bokuto said, his eyes bright with excitement.

"Hi, Bokuto-san," replied Akaashi, a bit embarrassed by the kiss on his hand. They started walking toward Bokuto's apartment, still holding hands.

"I got some food from Hinata's favorite restaurant. I hope you like it."

"I'm sure it will be great."

They arrived at the apartment a few minutes later. Bokuto unlocked the door and they both took off their shoes. As Bokuto shed his coat, Akaashi was momentarily stunned at the sight of Bokuto's muscular back sans jacket, every crevice and bulge visible through the extra tight black t-shirt the taller male was wearing. Akaashi paused for a few seconds while taking off his own jacket, soaking in the sight, from those broad shoulders to those narrow hips and that ass. And those thighs. In those jeans. Shit.

Luckily Akaashi gathered his wits before his date noticed his momentary lapse and he was able to remove his jacket and make his way to the small kitchen table without further embarrassment. They took out the food, Bokuto offered Akaashi something to drink, and they ate their meal sitting opposite each other at the small table. They had opened a bottle of wine (Bokuto had gotten three different kinds in the hopes that Akaaskhi would like one of them) and were enjoying the leisurely conversation. It was comfortable and relaxed.

When they were finished eating, they cleaned up the mess and took their drinks to the living room.

"What kind of movie do you want to watch, Kaashi?"

"Oh, I don't care. Whatever you'd like," Akaashi replied, genuinely not caring. Bokuto picked one of his favorites and then went to make popcorn. After ten minutes they were comfortably settled on the sofa, close but not too close, sharing a bowl of popcorn.

When the popcorn was gone, Bokuto put down the bowl and held out his hand to Akaashi, who smiled softly and took it. They were both enjoying the simple but pleasant warmth of their entwined hands, but soon they were inching closer to each other, little by little, each craving more contact, more touch, more intimacy. Eventually Akaashi was pressed up closely to Bokuto's side, and the white-haired male put his arm over his date's shoulder. Slowly, Akaashi's head moved lower to rest on Bokuto's shoulder and then gradually he angled his body so one arm could rest comfortably on the ace's abs.

They stayed that way for a while, but each was having an increasingly hard time paying attention to the movie. Akaashi especially was getting distracted by the thought that those amazing abs, that he had been dying to see and touch and kiss and lick, were separated from his hand by only a thin layer of material. He began slowly moving his hand back and forth over Bokuto's t-shirt but then got the courage to move his hand under the material to touch the hot skin beneath.

Akaashi heard Bokuto's sharp intake of breath and smirked a bit to himself. He was glad he wasn't the only one affected by this proximity. Emboldened by the reaction, he began to stroke his fingers over the muscles of Bokuto's six pack, back and forth. After a few minutes, his hand glided a bit lower and began tracing up and down the ace's v-line. This did not last long, however, as Bokuto's hand came down to roughly grip Akaashi's wrist, sending a jolt of electricity up his arm and making the dark-haired male look up with curiosity.

Bokuto's voice was low and rough, "Akaashi, you're killing me here." Akaashi only half-smiled and held his eyes fixed on the gold ones above him. They stared into each other's eyes for a few heartbeats before Akaashi licked his lips and innocently asked, "What?" but there was lust in his eyes that the other could not miss.

A flash of heat permeated Bokuto's body at that sight and he swallowed hard. He was losing control, and quickly, looking into those blue orbs that seemed to beg him. "Shit, if you keep looking at me like that..." the thought trailed off.

"Like what?" Akaashi asked, again with feigned innocence.

Gold eyes bored down. "Like you want me to fuck you."

A flash now in Akaashi's blue eyes, heat, longing, desire, pure and unadulterated, and courage rising in his chest that he didn't know he possessed. "I do want you to fuck me."

A low growl escaped from Bokuto's throat as he moved his hand up Akaashi's back. At first Akaashi's eyes started to flutter shut, but then Bokuto grabbed his black hair, tugging his head back and Akaashi's eyes snapped open for a brief second before he was engulfed in a rough kiss. For a few moments they were both lost in the heat of each other's mouths and the sensations of tongues and lips. Akaashi continued to run his hands up Bokuto's abs and chest because, damn, they were amazing, and before long he found himself on his back on the sofa with the ace half way on top of him.

Bokuto's hand was trying to get under Akaashi's fitted button up shirt, but the shirt was in his way and he wanted it off. Fumbling one-handed with the buttons for a moment, he finally broke their kiss to ask "Is this your favorite shirt or anything?"

Akaashi was confused and his mind was muddled but he managed a "No, why?" before Bokuto grabbed the neckline and ripped down, making buttons fly in all directions. Akaahi's breath hitched. Fuck that was hot.

Now that Bokuto had access to Akaashi's bare skin, he was trailing his hands up and down, anxious to feel every bit of hot flesh. As he kissed Akaashi's jaw, to his ear, to his neck, his hand wandered down to glide over the shorter male's chest, around his side, down to his waist, over to his sinewy abdomen. While Akaashi was not super buff like Bokuto, he was very fit and toned and Bokuto thought he was perfect and told him so. Kissing his mouth again, he traced Akaashi's v-line, before slithering his hand lower to palm Akaashi's hardened member through his pants. Keiji moaned softly.

Bokuto broke this kiss, hand still massaging Akaashi over his pants, to ask "Do you … do you want to go to the bedroom?" Akaashi looked up under hooded eyes and nodded. Bokuto wasted no time and got to his feet, pulling his date by the wrist and practically dragging him to their destination.

After they entered the room, Bokuto led Akaashi to the bed. He sat down on the side and drew the shorter male to stand between his legs. He eased the remnants of the now ruined shirt off of Akaashi's shoulders and off his arms. Then he reached up to grab into that soft dark hair and pulled him into another heated kiss while his other hand snaked around to Akaashi's back, pulling them closer together. Akaashi ran his hands over Bokuto's shoulders and into his fluffy white hair, moaning softly and thinking he could never get enough of this. He reached down to the hem of that sinfully tight t-shirt and began dragging it up Bokuto's back. The ace willingly complied and removed the garment himself, making his muscles ripple and extracting another strangled moan from Akaashi who looked down with obvious admiration. Bokuto smirked a little, understanding the look, but saying nothing.

"Every inch of you is hard as a rock," whispered Akaashi in an alluring tone as his hands ran down the bulging biceps. Bokuto's eyes darkened even more with desire as he looked up into those deep blue pools. "Kaashi, you're looking at me like that again."

Akaashi bent down to whisper in Bokuto's ear, "Am I, Kotaro?" At the use of his given name, Bokuto snapped and swiftly flipped Akaashi onto the bed on his back and came down over him again, assaulting his mouth in a sloppy wet kiss. The feel of skin on skin, their hot chests pressing closely, made Akaashi moan again.

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Finally, Akaashi slowly raised his head, his nose practically touching his lovers. He gave him a quick peck on his lips. "That was amazing," he said softly, making his lover smile gently. "Yeah," agreed Bokuto and returned the quick kiss.

"We should clean up," said Akaashi with practicality. They reluctantly separated and cleaned themselves up before returning to the bed, facing each other on their sides. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, when Bokuto broke the silence, surprising even himself at his words.

"I know we've only known each other for a few days. But I think I love you."

Akaashi smiled slightly and said softly. "I think I love you too."