A/N: Hey guys! This is a pretty short chapter but I decided to post it anyway, because I haven't posted in quite some time now. I am currently working on chapter 6 which will be pretty long, so bear with me, okay? Anyways, I hope you like the story! Comments and reviews are very very very appreciated and keep me invested and inspired to continue the story! Lots of love! 3


"C'mon Akaashi..." Bokuto's drunken voice tickled the other's ear playfully. Akaashi was not in the best situation right now and he felt his whole body going numb and his head starting to spin slightly. He clenched the whiskey glass in his hand as if it was a straw and he was a drowning man and thanked every god there ever was that he was leaning on the bar, because if he wasn't he would've surely been passed out on the floor by now. His eyes, a bit hazy from the alcohol, shifted to his pack of cigarettes laying just beside his hand. He quickly lit one to calm his nerves but it couldn't be helped, he couldn't tone down his dizziness, nor his rapid heartbeat.

At least not with Bokuto standing right behind him, his slightly taller figure lingering above Akaashi like a predator. He could feel Bokuto's curious fingers making their way down Akaashi's spine, quickly moving to his waist and then his thigh. He stood there, flustered, confused and drunk. His head was spinning like a carousel and he wished to just let go and give in to his desires. It was obvious Bokuto wanted this. Akaashi also knew they both were drunk and he was most probably trying to make his ex, sitting just across the room in the arms of another, jealous. It wouldn't work tho, right? She was with someone new now, in fact she was with him probably for some time now, why would she be jealous when she was the one that cheated? It didn't matter, did it? It wasn't important, because Bokuto never loved her and Akaashi knew that.

Bokuto's hand moved now very close to the other's inner thigh, making him jump in response.

"Akaashi… Isn't it kinda rude..y'know… to get lost in your head when I'm doing my best? Hm?" Bokuto whined in Akaashi's ear. His low from the alcohol voice making thee other weak in the knees. Akaashi didn't turn around. He continued to play with the glass in his hand, trying to ignore Bokuto's drunken teasing. Before he could react, a strong hand clenched his jaw and turned his head around.

"Y'know, Akaashi, I don't like to be ignored. I know you want it too. Both of us… Summer camp nights haven't stopped replaying in your head, did they? Believe me, I know it and believe me, I crave for them." Bokuto let go of Akaashi's jaw, finally coming to his senses that he was probably hurting him. Akaashi avoided looking him in the eyes, because he painfully well knew what he would see there. He hesitated but finally met Bokuto's yellow ones. Shivers went down every part of his body when he saw his friend's lustful gaze travel all his body, as if mentally undressing him. Bokuto bit his lip.

"Akaashi, please… Akaashi, let's go home, let's maybe get a shower together like we did at summer camp, let me touch you… I remember, Akaashi, I remember every inch of your body and how it felt on my lips… I've longed for that feeling for so long. Please, please, Akaashi." Bokuto said, practically begging the other.

"Stay here for a second, I'll tell the guys we're leaving." Akaashi said, suddenly getting a rush of adrenaline, tossing aside all common sense he had left. Fuck it. Just this one time… It's just once right? He said to himself. A single thought lingering somewhere far in his head bugged him, telling him Why would you lie like that to yourself?

"Guys, Bokuto got really drunk and is not feeling very well. I'll take him home, I promise to contact you in the morning." Akaashi said to the others, who were also on the verge of blacking out drunk.

Kuroo went to hug him and leaned in closer to his ear. "I know what's happening, Akaashi, let's just hope you won't regret it in the morning. Have a nice one." He patted him on the back, leaving Akaashi flustered and a little shocked.

Kuroo still remembered, didn't he…