Bokuto woke up early today. He was happy to find out that Akaashi was still sleeping, because he wanted to make him breakfast in bed. His friend always cared so much about him, the least he could do is make him hot chocolate and pancakes. So off Bokuto went to the kitchen. Fortunately, he knew this house like his own so it didn't take him long to find everything he needed in order to surprise Akaashi. He carefully whisked the eggs with the melted butter, flour and baking powder together, added sugar and turned on the stove. While he was carefully scooping some of the mix with a ladle into the frying pan, he put on the other stove to warm some milk. He was humming under his breath a song, swaying his hips and getting lost in the rhythm. Ah, such a fine December morning. He took Akaashi's favourite mug and put the chocolate inside along with some mini marshmallows and an Oreo biscuit on the trim of the mug. He poured the hot milk inside and left it on Akaashi's side of the table.
"Damn, I'm feeling so good today!" Bokuto exclaimed as he flipped a pancake like a professional.
Akaashi was walking through a forest. He didn't know how long he was walking, nor how more he had to. He followed something. No. Searched for something? He suddenly came across a big castle and went inside. Immediately he was transported by an elevator and a strange butler frog to an upper floor of the said castle. When stepped out he was on a big terrace, beautiful specimens of unknown to mankind flowers bloomed up there and the sight was amazing. Akaashi could see mountains with colourful trees and behind them flickered the crystal clear water of the great lake where the monster lived. What monster and how he knew all of that since it was his first time visiting, he could not find out. He just knew. And right now his attention was caught by something else. He looked on the side and saw a long table. How did I not see that when I came in? There stood Bokuto, Kuroo and Kenma, dressed in some funny-looking clothes and sipped tea like the fine gentlemen they are. Akaashi burst out laughing, catching their attention.
"Ah, we were expecting you." Bokuto said, his expression serious but smiling. "Come, sit beside us and help yourself." Akaashi stepped a little hesitant and approached the table. When he sat down he noticed everyone's expression changed- their smiles were crooked and their faces were bloodthirsty. "Wake up, wake up, wa-e up, -ake up, WAKE UP. "
Akaashi rose from the bed, panting and gasping for air. He looked around and saw Bokuto's yellow eyes staring right into his darker ones.
"Ah, finally. Do you know how much effort I wasted in waking you up?" Bokuto said and smiled widely- just what Akaashi needed to see, to know that the rest of the day will be good. He smiled softly at him and stood up for the bed. "Put some clothes on, baby, I've prepared something special for you." Bokuto said, throwing Akaashi's clothes to him and went into the kitchen.
The familiar smell of pancakes hit Akaashi's nose. Oh, did Bokuto actually make breakfast? He put on his sweatpants and oversized black sweatshirt and followed his friend. Akaashi could feel his heart was about to burst out of cuteness- the table was arranged with tablecloth and a small Christmass tree with several balls that had pictures of the two boys inside. A big plate with many, many pancakes stood in the middle of the table, and on each side- a mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows inside.
"So, what do you think? I woke up earlier today so I can surprise you."
Akaashi stood on the doorstep of the kitchen smiling. Bokuto was the most amazing person he had ever met in his life. He was strange, he did things his way, he never listened to anyone, but at the same time he was very gentle and loving, caring and sensitive. And that's why Akaashi loved him, that's why his feelings were growing stronger by the day. Nevertheless, Akaashi cherished their friendship more than anything in the world. He didn't need Bokuto to touch him and kiss him and end up as strangers in the end.
"When did you get that tree, Bokuto?" Akaashi said, taking a closer look at the small present.
"Oh I bought it some time ago. But look, look, Akaashi, I made the balls with our photos by myself! I know it's not much, but I put all my love in it!" he exclaimed, eyes squinting from the wide smile and hand resting proudly on his heart.
"Yeah, I know. It's very nice, thank you. You should wait for your present until Christmas, just so you know." Akaashi pointed out while sitting down to finally have breakfast. He noticed Bokuto opened his mouth as if to say something, his expression changed to pure excitement. "And, Bokuto, don't pester me to tell you what your present is. I won't tell you."
The boy pouted and took a sip from his hot chocolate. He turned around to face the big window behind the table.
"Winter is beautiful." Akaashi said, his eyes fixated on a single snowflake falling down and finally landing on a tree branch and melting away.
"But it's cold, Akaaashi~" the other pouted "I like summer. How weather, I can go around without my t-shirt and sip on some ice cold cocktails on the beach..." Akaashi looked at him and could tell by his closed eyes that his mind drifted somewhere far away- maybe Hawaii, maybe Dubai, who knew.
"Bokuto, you are still running around home naked, what do you mean?" Akaashi pointed out and laughed when he saw the other shiver, just now realising he was without a shirt.
Akaashi loved spending his mornings with his best friend. Usually it was the other way around- he made breakfast, Bokuto was roaming around the house doing nothing more than annoying him with the question "Is it ready yet?". In the end all would be the same- Bokuto would sip on some coffee or hot chocolate and would space out and Akaashi would just sit and stare at him like he was the most perfect being in the world. He loved watching him when he was with his hair down- the way his bangs would fall on each side of his face… He was just a work of art, a bit rebellious looking in a way that made Akaashi want to jump out of his seat and devour him with kisses.
But he would never do that.
Long fingers caressing Akaashi's knee snapped him from his trance. He blushed when he saw Bokuto looking straight at him like a curious owl.
"Akaashi! Are you not feeling well?"
"N-no, I'm okay. I just spaced out." he managed an excuse and moved his leg away from Bokuto's hand. "I'm going to shower."
"But you haven't eaten anything... "
"I will after I shower. I'll be back in a minute." Akaashi excused himself, grabbed his towel and went into the bathroom. He quickly closed the door behind him and turned on the shower. Fuck. I need to take care of this… He was usually calm and composed around Bokuto since, as Akaashi's best friend, we would be extra comfortable to touch him, hug him etc. But whenever he put his hand on Akaashi's thigh it was a bit too much for him. He stormed off in the bathroom when he felt the familiar tension in his boxers rise and honestly, he just needed to get off, since he hadn't done it in some time and it was getting harder for him to just ignore Bokuto's fingers roaming around freely on his body. Akaashi stood under the water, his hands cupping his blushing face. As he rested one elbow on the wall, the other made its way down below his abdomen. He bit his lip as he stroked his member, to not make any noise. Everytime he closed his eyes, images of Bokuto above him, touching him and kissing him, would appear and he would grow more and more aroused every second. God damn, I wanna kiss him. Akaashi's knees grew weaker as he felt his orgasm nearing, the face of Bokuto all flushed and horny playing like a neverending tape in his head, slowly driving him over the edge. Akaashi clenched his fist and bit his lip almost hard enough to draw blood as he finished with one last stroke. He dropped down on his knees under the shower, water droplets running down his handsome flushed face, his breathing quick and bothered. He rested his forehead on the wall. Why am I like this? He felt a bit guilty finishing off with the thought of his best friend in his head and in reality in the other room, absolutely unaware of Akaashi's arousal.
Bokuto stood in silence in the kitchen and sipped on his hot chocolate. His mind was occupied with many chaotic thoughts flying all over the place. He clenched his knee with the same hand he carefully touched Akaashi, as if he was a fragile glass statue. Am I at fault? Am I what's bothering you Akaashi? Am I what's bothering me? Bokuto licked his lips as a sweet memory from the past rose up in his memory. He smiled. Ah, how I miss this feeling…
