Hot breeze caressed Akaashi's face as the car speeded on the highway. He closed his eyes letting the feeling embrace him. His eyelids felt heavy with sleep. That last night of the summer camp was filled with happy faces, drunken singing and heartfelt hugs. Akaashi could still feel the smell of the campfire linger under his nose. He smiled. It was a month he would live over and over again if he could.
He tilted his head and his eyes fell on the sleeping form of the boy next to him. It was the only moment he was calm, Akaashi noted to himself, comparing his relaxed body to his usual loud and, dare he say, obnoxious self.
"Peaceful, isn't it?" a voice from the front seat spoke. Akaashi looked up in the mirror and saw Bokuto's father's eyes smiling at him.
"Indeed it is." he chuckled and his eyes shifted to the quickly changing scenery from the window. "I'm gonna miss this camp."
"Did Bokuto give you a lot of trouble?" the man laughed, continuing the small talk.
Akaashi's cheeks reddened when flashbacks of shared intimacy appeared in his mind. "He was a surprisingly nice roommate, if I have to be honest." he managed to say.
"Ah, you know how he is… Surely, he will avoid causing you any trouble. He loves you, after all." Bokuto's father said. "Thank you for always looking after him."
"It's only natural. I love him too." Akaashi's answer was quiet and composed, even though he felt like he had a lump stuck in his throat. What exactly did he mean by saying he loved him, he still didn't know. Bokuto was more than just a friend for him. He had always been more than that, if Akaashi had to be honest with himself. He was his safe space. He was the only person that loved Akaashi for who he was and would never abandon him no matter what.
"... We have been friends for so long now I don't even remember the time we haven't met yet." the boy spoke calmly, looking up in the mirror where he met the older man's eyes, softly smiling at him.
The conversation fell silent.
Akaashi closed his eyes once again.
"Do I rely on him way too much?" he thought, uneasiness spreading throughout his body like a vine, swallowing him whole.
Familiar touch rested on his fingers. Akaashi turned to his right and saw Bokuto's sleepy gaze looking at him. The instant their eyes made contact, Bokuto's lips curved up in a lazy smile. His palm wrapped around Akaashi's skinny wrist gently, fingers reaching down to intertwine with his own.
Faint blush painted Akaashi's cheeks and he pulled away, scared that Bokuto's father would see them. Bokuto continued to smile, he understood why Akaashi rejected him and didn't protest. Instead, he unlocked his phone and Akaashi could see he was typing hurriedly. Akaashi's phone vibrated in his pocket.
bOWLkuto: I'm sorry
A$$kashi: it's okay, we will soon be in Tokyo, I'm staying over tonight anyway
bOWLkuto: it would be very lonely without you, I got used to waking up and going to bed with you
A$$kashi: I know
A$$kashi: I would miss that too
Bokuto smiled at his phone, stole a quick glance at Akaashi and soon drifted back to sleep. The breeze swayed the familiar scent of Akaashi in his direction. He felt calm when he was around. He felt like he could do anything when Akaashi was with him.
He had never felt this nervous in his entire life. Akaashi stood in front of Bokuto's home- a familiar place indeed, with his stomach tied in a knot and scared eyes.
He knew this was the night. He thought he was prepared since they had done everything else, but it turned out otherwise.
Right after Bokuto's father dropped Akaashi at home he spent most of the time locked in his room researching how exactly things were happening between… men. As expected, he didn't find anything particularly new about the whole situation- he already knew the kind of preparation he had to do, since once or twice while they were still in the summer camp it had come to that, thinking they were going to go all the way. So why exactly was Akaashi so nervous right now?
He looked up at the big window of Bokuto's room and took a deep breath. Hell, it was so scary, his knees were weak and he barely stood on his own two feet. The front door opened.
"Uhm, hi, Akaashi. Why didn't you call me when you got here? You could've, uhm, you know, just come in." Bokuto scratched the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact with the other boy.
Akaashi immediately understood he was just as nervous. Damn, where was the Bokuto that acted all high and mighty now?
The dark-haired boy went in and dropped his backpack on the sofa. Bokuto excused himself and went to finish washing the dishes. The other nodded and sat down, squished between his stuff and the many pillows on the sofa.
The TV was on, a music channel loudly filling the empty space in the room and together with the sound of running water it was getting way too obnoxious for Akaashi. At least he could barely hear his own messy thoughts.
He sighed and rested his face in his palms, as if trying to hide the embarrassment. After taking a couple of deep breaths he looked over at the kitchen, where Bokuto was finishing up with his chores. His slim but muscular figure swayed slightly in the rhythm of the music and Akaashi could not resist smiling at the familiar sight.
He stood up and silently approached the boy, wrapping his hands around his waist from behind. Akaashi rested his head on Bokuto's broad shoulders. The other's hair smelled of strawberries and fell soft against Akaashi's forehead. He felt the boy jump in his arms, probably a bit surprised from the sudden skinship, but his body quickly relaxed. They stood like that for a couple of seconds, the tap water still running. Bokuto rested his hands over Akaashi's.
"Why are your hands so cold? It's still summer." he asked while his thumb stroked the other's slim fingers, slightly squeezing them, as if trying to get them warm.
"I'm okay, don't worry." Akaashi answered and Bokuto could feel him nuzzling his head in his back. He turned around and grabbed his chin, moving his head forward, finally connecting their lips. His hands slithered behind Akaashi's back, moving him even closer.
Akaashi rested his body the moment he felt Bokuto's touch. He wanted to run, scared of what would come next even though he already knew.
Bokuto moved his right hand, not disconnecting it from the other's skin, until it finally stopped below his stomach, dangerously close to Akaashi's growing excitement. The raven-haired boy shivered, an unexpected moan escaping his lips. He could feel Bokuto smiling on his lips, immediately tightening the grasp on his smaller figure.
Bokuto moved forward, pushing Akaashi to the sofa without pulling away from the passionate kiss. Akaashi moved his hands up, wrapping them around the other's neck for support. He felt the back of his knees hit the soft armrest of the sofa and Bokuto pushed him softly to lay down. Without wasting any second he undressed his t-shirt and crawled on top of Akaashi.
Bokuto slid his hand under the other's shirt and took a couple of seconds just admiring the blushing mess Akaashi was. He was lying underneath Bokuto, his cheeks red, one hand trying to cover his face and the other clutching the cushions on the sofa.
"Fuck, Akaashi..." Bokuto breathed the words and positioned his knee between the boy's thighs. "I'm scared too, you know."
He moved Akaashi's hand away from his face and caressed his burning cheek leaning in for a soft kiss.
Akaashi responded with a more passionate one. "I want to do this. I am ready to do this with you." he whispered his consent to Bokuto and he understood that the other was waiting to hear just that, their foreplay now getting more serious.
Bokuto smiled and quickly released Akaashi from his shirt, moving on to his pants. He took his time caressing the boy's excitement, making him moan in his ear, shifting his body in desperation to be closer to his own. His index finger danced on the elastic of Akaashi's boxers, teasing him, until he finally stripped them down and wrapped his hand around his member.
Akaashi mewled at the long awaited touch, unable to control his moans, nor his body anymore. He wrapped his hands behind Bokuto's neck, tugging on his soft hair, making the boy's head strain backwards. They made eye contact and Akaashi saw the mischievous look painted on the other's face, one particular type of mischievousness that he had just recently found out about.
"Do you… Maybe want to move this to the bedroom?" Bokuto said, softly positioning his hand under Akaashi's back, helping him to stand up from the sofa. "You'll be more comfortable there. I don't want to hurt you, you know, Akaashi..." the mischievous look was replaced by a loving, worried one.
The boys walked upstairs in complete silence. The air was heavy, both of them struggling to breathe, the weight of the awkwardness, excitement and growing sexual frustration crushing them.
Bokuto slammed the door behind his back, quickly crawling on top of Akaashi and devouring him with hungry kisses. Bokuto slid his index finger in his mouth, covering it with saliva and positioned it between Akaashi's thighs, reaching his hole. The boy shivered at the unexpected touch and looked at the other, nodding his head in consent.
Bokuto was prepared and quickly took a bottle of lube out of the bedside table, sloppily covering his entrance. He started moving slowly, so that Akaashi could get used to the feeling and relax his muscles. Bokuto leaned forward planting soft kisses all over the other's face, whispering lovingly in his ear.
Akaashi closed his eyes, his senses heightened- Bokuto's low voice in his ear, his fingers working magic down below, it was all too much, quickly sending Akaashi dangerously close to the edge. He grabbed the boy's shoulder, digging his nails in his tanned skin.
Bokuto growled. "Akaashi you're making it really hard for me not to fuck you right now."
That whisper sent shivers down Akaashi's spine and he arched his back, quickly releasing on his stomach.
Bokuto bit his lip- that sight was way too much for him.
"Tell me you're ready, Akaashi. Please, tell me." he whispered in his ear, his voice desperate.
"Y-yes. I'm ready." Akaashi weakly said, still recovering from his orgasm.
Bokuto took out a condom, quickly putting it on and positioning himself.
"I'll be gentle. Tell me if it hurts." he said and caressed Akaashi's cheek.
He lifted Akaashi's legs,lubing him up, and slowly started moving in. The other whimpered underneath, moaning in pain and Bokuto stopped, once again waiting for him to get used to the feeling.
When Akaashi's face relaxed, Bokuto started moving once again. He was holding back so much, trying not to slam his whole length inside the other and fuck him senseless.
Bokuto's eyes swallowed Akaashi's figure, vivid yellow graze hungrily feasting on the sight before him. With every move, every moan that escaped the other's lips, his mind filled with explosions of colours, ones that he had never seen before.
Long fingers caressed Akaashi, tracing every centimeter of his body. He loved how Bokuto could not get enough of him. It has always been like this- Bokuto's love language was touching, physically feeling everything around him and Akaashi knew that this right now was him saying "I like you, I want you by my side".
Loud gasp escaped Bokuto's lips when incidentally he rolled his hips and went full length inside the other. Akaashi flinched from the pain. It lasted only a couple of seconds before it was replaced with overwhelming waves of pleasure coming one after another every time Bokuto moved ever so slightly.
Unconsciously Akaashi gripped the sheets with one hand and the nape of Bokuto's neck with the other, digging his nails more and more into the skin. The other boy smirked from above him, the sensation Akaashi's nails left on his back made him lose his mind even more, seeing as how enjoyable the whole thing was for his probably-soon-to-be-lover.
Bokuto lowered his body until he was a breath away from the other. His lips hovered a bit over Akaashi's, who strained his neck , desperate for a kiss.
"Goddamn, Akaashi..." he finally kissed him, pushing his tongue inside his mouth, rolling it inside the wet cave "You're so goddamn beautiful, Akaashi." he said after finally breaking the kiss.
Akaashi's head and right mind were betraying him. He could hardly think of anything other than Bokuto's hot body slithering all over and inside him, corrupting his consciousness. He couldn't stop rolling his eyes in pleasure, unable to control the lewd way his body was responding.
Soon he could feel pleasure pooling down in his abdomen, coming so quickly that he finally released without having the time to warn Bokuto.
Yellow eyes stared down at Akaashi. Bokuto's stare had once again turned hungry. The boy fastened his pace, making Akaashi whimper underneath him. He tightened the grip on the boy's legs, bit his lip, closed his eyes and suddenly grew stiff, panting and growling loudly. He rolled his thighs one last time, calming down his orgasm, and looked down in disbelief- he didn't know that only the sight of Akaashi's twisted in pleasure face could make him finish so quickly.
Finally, Bokuto regained his senses and collapsed next to Akaashi. His hand moved to catch the other boy's smaller one.
Akaashi turned to look at the boy next to him. His face was flushed, realising what they had done and the state in which his body was right now. He quickly looked away only to feel Bokuto's gentle touch guiding his face towards him.
"Akaashi, don't hide your face, please." he gently caressed the other's cheek, trying to catch his eyes, which were now stubbornly avoiding him.
"So what does that make us now?" he asked, so quietly that Bokuto had to strain his ear to hear him.
"What do you want us to be?" Bokuto returned the question only to be met with silence.
"Let me bring you a towel so you can clean yourself up and we can go shower, okay?" he changed the subject and stood up, going towards the bathroom.
