Bokuto came home to find Alisa laying on the couch talking on the phone. The moment she saw Bokuto she quickly said I need to go, call you later. and hung up.
"Hi, baby." the boy greeted and sat beside her. He smiled at her and kissed her seductively. Alisa put her hands on his shoulders and pulled him closer.
"So you finally decided to show up, I thought I was going to see you tomorrow?" she said in between the kisses that grew rougher and rougher.
"I never said I'm not going to come back home today, y'know. Kiss me now, talk later." he said as his hand quickly worked the buttons of her shirt open. He slipped the fabric down her shoulders and threw it on the ground. He continued down her body removing every piece of clothing until she was fully naked underneath him. As he removed his own jeans and tshirt he felt something was different. He was turned on, yes, but looking at her was no longer the trigger to get him hard.
"Let me help you." she said, her eyes full with seductive sparkle.
"No, you stay down." Bokuto answered, his voice somehow harsh and his look narrow. He pushed her back on the couch and started fingering her, while he stroked his member with the other. Alisa started moaning, Bokuto's name sweetly rolling out her tongue, her head thrown back because of the pleasure as she clutched the blanket on top of the sofa. Bokuto still struggled with his situation. He looked at her, trying to remember the best sex they've ever had but nothing helped. He closed his eyes and immediately an image popped up in his head. He remembered Akaashi's flushed face back when they were 16. He imagined what it would be like to see that same face on other occasions. He imagined whispering in Akaashi's ear and how melodically he would moan underneath him. He imagined Akaashi riding him, rolling his hips hungrily as Bokuto's hands are holding his beautiful waist. Bokuto threw back his head and bit his lip. The images in his head continued to change, getting more and more detailed and rough. He started moaning and before he could stop himself, he felt a strong tension in his abdomen signaling his orgasm. He opened his eyes just to see his girlfriend looking angrily at him.
"What the fuck, Bokuto? You were supposed to fuck me, not yourself." she reached to get one of the napkins laying on the coffee table and wipe herself since Bokuto finished all over her. She stood up and went to the shower before Bokuto could even say anything.
He felt like an absolute asshole. Not only did he not satisfy his girlfriend, but he even jacked off thinking of his best friend while fingering Alisa. He had no excuse for this. He went into the bathroom where Alisa relaxed in the bathtub.
"Baby, I'm sorry. It has been some time since we last had sex so I couldn't hold it long enough." he said crouching beside the tub.
"Whatever." Alisa said looking at him as if she was looking at a piece of trash. They've had some pretty bad fights before but she never looked at him like that- contemptuously. He already knew that their relationship would not last much longer, since the last few weeks Alisa was always angry at him for no other reason but just to piss him off.
"I'm really sorry." Bokuto said and left her.
When he sat on the sofa he quickly texted Akaashi.
bOWLkuto: I think it's over with Alisa.
A$$kashi: what happened?
Bokuto stared at the bright phone screen and wondered what to say.
bOWLkuto: Call the boys, we're going clubbing tonight
A$$kashi: okay, i hope you're okay tho, if you want to swing by my place before we go out, i'll be happy to listen you rant
bOWLkuto: I will, thank you, Keiji 3
On the other side of the screen Akaashi felt his face go red. When he read his name he heard Bokuto's voice calling for him, his name sounding so sweetly. He smiled at the screen, feeling a bit guilty since Bokuto's situation was serious and he needed help but he was happy, oh so very happy that the first person he always shared his problems with was him. He stood up and went on his balcony. The cold wind brushed his cheeks, making them even redder. Akaashi put a cigarette between his pinkish lips and lit it. He watched the small flame slowly burn the paper and it reminded him of summer camp.
"Bokuto! You'll totally get us in trouble."
"Fuck, man, I really wanna try it!" Bokuto said, his eyes full of excitement and his smile wide.
"Damn, you're such a jerk, I swear. First we are 16, second we are volleyball players, it's not right." Akaashi tried to talk him out of it, but his friend didn't listen. Bokuto turned on the lighter and lit the cigarette. His expression changed and he started coughing, smoke coming out of his mouth.
"Yuck, how do people willingly smoke cigarettes." he said while inhaling one more time.
"Ah, the irony..." Akaashi facepalmed. "Give me that, let me try." he yanked the cigarette out of Bokuto's hand. He inhaled, swallowed and huffed out the rest. Bokuto was quite surprised since Akaashi looked like a legit smoker.
"Have you done this before, what the hell?" he asked, his head a little hazy because of the excitement, or maybe because of the cigarette, or was it just him having some kind of a placebo, he didn't know, but what he knew was that he was angry at his friend not sharing his first time smoking with him.
"I have. I do it from time to time, but not frequently enough to become a full time smoker. I just.. I was scared you would beat me up if I told you." Akaashi laughed.
Bokuto's shocked dramatic face was the most hilarious thing the other had ever seen. "The audacity!" said drama queen exclaimed, then crossed his arms and turned his back to Akaashi. He smiled softly at his friend and hugged him from behind.
"You know this is the only first time that wasn't together with you." he said and rested his head on Bokuto's shoulder. The other just couldn't stay mad at Akaashi. He put one hand over his and turned to face him leaving no more than a centimeter between their lips.
Akaashi snapped out of his trance when he felt a burning sensation on his fingers. The cigarette's flame was now almost finished. He scrunched the butt and tossed it in the ashtray.
