One day at the beginning of December

The morning was rough for Akaashi. Yet another Saturday that he had woken up against his will. Insistent ringing of the doorbell was what made Akaashi jump out of his bed and curse everything he could think of.

"Damn, it's still 9AM..." he scratched his nape as he made his way through the corridor to open the front door.

"Aaaah, Akaashi, my dearest! It's the beginning of my favourite month which means it's Christmas decoration time!" the white-haired boy stated with a smile on his face as he removed the many layers of clothing on his body. "Akaashi? You don't look very good..."

"I had plans. I had plans to finally get enough sleep..." Akaashi pouted, dark circles under his eye hinted he stayed up until late last night. "Please make some coffee while I go wash myself, would you, Bokuto-san?" Akaashi asked, rubbing his sleepy eyes, looking like a sad puppy. Bokuto's hand went up to his chest and he clutched his t-shirt. His poor heart was about to burst out of his chest- Akaashi was so goddamn cute when he was sleepy.

"I definitely will, Keiji." Bokuto said, his smile wide and went to the kitchen. "Now let's make coffee for my precious grumpy cinnamon roll."

Soon the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the house. Akaashi's eyes opened wide when the sweet sweet smell reached his nose. Yes, I am ready now. he thought when the very first drop of his favourite drink caressed his lips and tongue. He felt warm and smiled and Bokuto could swear that coffee thoroughly was able to bring out the best of Akaashi and his lazy ass. Bokuto sat across from his friend on the table quietly enjoying the happiness spread all over the other's face. He felt as if they were both connected and whatever one of them felt it affected the other to a great extent. Bokuto rest his head in his palm. Is it more than friendship? He was questioning everything between them ever since the end of summer camp but Bokuto did what he had to do and there was no going back now. One day, maybe.

"Ah, thank you Bokuto, still you're not forgiven for the rude awakening." Akaashi said, his eyes now looking straight at Bokuto's slightly making him uneasy shifting in his seat. "We have to start with the decoration soon so we would have time to play a game or something."

"Yeah, Alisa wants me home tonight. Her annoying girlfriends are coming over but she wanted me to be there." The look in Bokuto's eyes changed. Sadness and a slight glimpse of regret could be seen in them. He continued: "You know how she is… Showing me around like a trophy sometimes."

Akaashi stood up and patted him on the back. "You can always make up an excuse and sleep over, you know. Last week you missed movie night with Kenma and Kuroo because of her." he tried not to sound irritated even though he was. He hated seeing Bokuto wrapped around Alisa's finger. "Anyways, do what you gotta do, let's go decorate."

Akashi smiled and took Bokuto by the hand in the other room.

"Now, let's see where I put it last year." he said while rummaging in a big cupboard. He was bent over with his perfect ass up in Bokuto's direction and he would swear if he said he didn't question his sexuality a couple of times. "Ah! Found them. UGH!..." Akaashi hit his head in the cupboard when he was getting out. Bokuto took the big heavy box filled with decorations and put it aside.

"Akaashi, how are you feeling?" he asked him when he saw the boy's face go pale and his body a bit weak.

"I think I'm going to pass out..."

Bokuto stomped nervously around the sofa where the unconscious Akaashi lied. He hit his head quite hard and he obviously needed some time to recover. Bokuto was sure it wasn't anything serious but he was concerned anyway. He finally sat beside Akaashi and put his palm on his forehead to check his temperature. His skin was soft and felt really nice to Bokuto's touch and he subconsciously moved his fingers down Akaashi's face gently caressing him. A hand over his own made him snap back to reality. Akaashi's fingers were intertwined with Bokuto's and the boy slightly opened his lips.

"Bokuto..." he whispered almost silently but just enough for Bokuto to hear him. His eyes were closed and Bokuto wondered if he was actually awake or just talking in his sleep. Akaashi quickly answered the other's question when he started to moan softly and tightened his grip on Bokuto's hand. His other hand was clutching the blanket and his face twisted in expressions of pleasure. Akaashi moaned his friend's name between sharp breaths and moans growing louder. His lips were parted and they looked so goddamn welcoming to Bokuto who was now replaying certain nights from the summer camp a few years ago. He had buried those memories and how Akaashi's body felt beneath him so deep in his head that he felt like they weren't his own. Bokuto caressed Akaashi's parted lips with his thumb savouring the sensation. He dismissed any common reason and kissed Akaashi. Instinctively he put his hand on his waist slightly squeezing it. Akaashi let out a louder moan and Bokuto felt a wave of arousal coming over him.
This is getting dangerous. Bokuto thought. He stole one last quick kiss from Akaashi and left to go to the toilet.

"Damn, how long was I out?" Akaashi asked, avoiding eye contact with Bokuto. Ever since he woke up he quickly went to the toilet and since then he was all flustered and shy towards Bokuto. Did he have a wet dream?

"Not long. 30 minutes maybe? Something like that…" Bokuto answered while putting the light on the Christmas tree. Akaashi said nothing. He was touching up a few last things around the room. "By the way, I'll stay the night. If you don't mind it of course." Bokuto said right before turning on the lights.

The tree lit up, so did Akaashi's eyes that finally met Bokuto's. The colourful reflections in Akaashi's hazy glance warmed up Bokuto's heart and made him so happy that he couldn't help but burst out laughing. Akaashi smiled.

"I swear, whoever is your future girlfriend, she would be the luckiest girl in the world, Akaashi." the words left a bitter taste in Bokuto's mouth.

What if after all this time you finally found what you needed to forgive me?

What if I become your special someone?