Was it just curiosity that drove him he didn't know, but something made his head spin every time the other's body was closer to his. Bokuto clenched the sheet as Akaashi's soft skin made contact with his every time his body slightly moved as he breathed. The morning has finally come for what seemed to be the end of the sleepless night for Bokuto. His mind wandered, scavenged every memory of him and Akaashi that it could, but the boy couldn't simply find the answer to this thing he was feeling. It was somehow a familiar feeling, yet so new. He was always close with the other, and the skinship they had shared was nothing unusual for him. Yet now that he knew Akaashi had possibly fallen in love with him, he felt nervous, excited, scared even. Every contact his tanned skin made with Akaashi's pale one drove him beyond anything he had ever experienced.

Suddenly Akaashi turned around in his sleep, facing Bokuto. The other couldn't help but smile.

Loud familiar ringtone made him snap out of his trance. Akaashi furrowed his brows and slightly opened his eyes annoyed.

"Sorry, Akaashi. " Bokuto said when he finally realised it was his dad that was calling and got up to pick up the phone. Bokuto went outside to talk in order not to disturb the other but it was kind of way too late for that.

Akaashi was now wide awake and a wave of frustration wiped away his annoyance.

"We slept together again..." he whispered to himself. He didn't know if he was angry at himself for not keeping his own word or if he was happy for sharing some more intimacy with Bokuto. He slightly lifted his body and rested his chin on the window. Bokuto was pacing left and right on the grass just beside their small bungalow. He seemed sad, Akaashi noted. On second thought, what day was today? Akaashi unlocked his phone and with great surprise found out it was the last day of the summer training camp.

"Goddamn it..." he cussed and looked back at Bokuto. His eyes widened. The boy was sitting on the grass watching the window and their eyes met. It was just for a moment, because Bokuto looked away, but Akaashi felt as if he had taken a sip of hot cocoa in the afternoon- he felt at home. Akaashi got up quickly and stormed out of the lodge.

"Morning." he greeted Bokuto as he lay next to him on the slightly damp grass.

"It's the last day of the camp." the other said without making eye contact. He was looking somewhere up in the sky, where the sun was slowly making its way up. His hand moved slightly and he felt Akaashi's cold fingers. He didn't move but Bokuto could hear him gulp nervously. He intertwined their fingers and without any warning turned around and kissed Akaashi. He was nervous too, he understood that from that night on that what they had was something more than just exploring. But truth be told, he was afraid. As the kiss deepened so did his fears. Akaashi's hand instinctively rested on Bokuto's nape, slightly tugging on his undone hair. Bokuto lay back, now facing Akashi. He laughed, his cheeks were rosy and his gaze was still sleepy.

"My father will pick us up 's why he called me. He-" Bokuto stopped mid sentence. Akaashi got curious.

"He what?"

Bokuto hesitated for a bit but finally spoke.

"He- he told me he'll be out of town for a couple of days and I was wondering if… Maybe if you want to go all the way?" He avoided eye contact. His cheeks were red and his brows were furrowed with annoyance, as if he was annoyed at himself for asking, Akaashi pointed. Akaashi didn't know how to respond. He wanted everything with Bokuto but he was still unsure where all this would lead them. He fidgeted with his fingers trying to find what to say.

"And just so you know, it's no longer just an experiment for me." Bokuto continued, his voice now almost silent. "I don't want to force you into anything, you know."

Akaashi was in slight shock. He was unable to comprehend these words right away. His eyes met Bokuto's and at that moment he felt somehow hopeful. He nodded in response and smiled at the other.


The door of the bathroom swung open. Right now it didn't matter how much noise they were making. Hungry kisses threatened to devour the other. Hands grasping whatever they could, grabbing and destroying on their way. Akaashi was somehow anxious but he was sure that whatever happens Bokuto won't leave his side as a friend. Akaashi wasn't so sure about himself though. He finally realised that this whole thing was who will devour the other completely first. He no longer felt like the prey. Pleasure spreaded in his whole body when Bokuto kneeled before him. Akaashi tried to clench the wall but his fingers met the cold bathroom tiles. He looked down and oh, did he finally realise that he was the hunter in this game of running in circles. His hungry gaze chewed on everything Bokuto was for him. He wanted him all for himself. Akaashi moved his hand down and buried his fingers in Bokuto's tousled hair. Akaashi had finally reached his limit and finished off in the other's hand. Even though he was tired he dropped down on his knees and pushed Bokuto to lay on the soft fluffy bathroom carpet. His lips followed the curves on his sculpted body, leaving soft kisses on the way. His hand tugged on the hem of his pants, making the other shiver in excitement. He pushed down Bokuto's boxers and started slowly pleasuring him. Akaashi could feel him moan while they were kissing and he started moving faster. Bokuto put one hand over Akaashi's and tried to slow him down but the other didn't let him. His hips bucked his hand refusing the pleasure which was now getting unbearable.

"Akaashi, if you don't slow down I'm gonna finish..." Bokuto said, as if pleading with the other.

"Then finish." Akaashi whispered in his ear, once again picking up the pace.

Bokuto moaned loudly. His body spasmed, struggling with the continuously incoming waves of pleasure until he finally rested his body on the fluffy carpet and moans turned into heavy breaths in and out.

They took a quick shower and went to the cafeteria to meet with the coaches and the other players. It was hectic there. Everyone was talking and laughing, trying to spend more time with the friends he made on this summer camp. Right now it didn't matter that soon they were once again going to be enemies on the court. The coaches were sitting on one of the tables, drinking coffee and having a pleasant conversation.

"I sure am going to miss that." a voice appeared behind Bokuto and Akaashi. They turned around and there stood Kuroo in all his glory. Behind him Akaashi heard the faint noises of a Nintendo. "Ah, Kenma is also here."he thought.

The four boys went to a free table and sat tere enjoying their breakfast and each other's company. Akaashi could feel Kuroo gazing at him as if wanting to ask him something. He quickly dismissed the thought when he felt Bokuto's knee bumping in his leg, slowly caressing it. His arms were resting on each side of him on the bench and his fingers were slightly touching Akaashi's. And it felt a bit romantic, and Akaashi could feel once again it was no more just an attraction towards the other. Even though he was selfish, his love was true.

And it felt a bit sad.