If there was one thing that Kōki was sure about himself it was that he was dependent. Straight-forward, steady, dependent and had a particular hatred for change. Maybe it was routed in fear, maybe just his normal upbringing, but he didn't go out to get drunk or take drugs. The wildest he got was when he was gaming with his friends and swore at them.
He definitely did not end up pressed up against a tree making out with Akashi Seijūrō.
Of course not, he was Furihata Kōki, a completely plain, normal guy with no outstanding talents. No one that someone as extraordinary as Akashi would be interested in.
(Though his moans would beg to differ, and so would the way he would pull Kōki closer only to push him harder against the rough bark of the tree. Kōki was reminded every time of how Akashi was a lot stronger than he looked, and why did that make him feel light-headed and hot all over at the same time.)
No, he certainly didn't. Right now, where he should be was with Kawahara and Fukuda, going around town to find a manga or a computer game or CD of western music to distract him from his entirely normal life at weekends. Maybe at home babysitting and getting fondly irritated with his sister as his parents worked often at weekends.
But no, instead Kawahara and Fukuda had cancelled on him, something about needing to help out at home and at work. Kōki had wandered around aimlessly, until he'd bumped –literally– into Akashi.
And somehow, in a chain of events which didn't entirely make sense to Kōki and couldn't at the moment – not when Akashi was skilfully drifting his hands lower to dip his thumb slightly in his waistband, the other in his back pocket and pulling him even closer – they had ended up like this.
Akashi's lips left his, and he almost protested, until he was biting and sucking just below his jaw – probably hard enough to leave marks but he couldn't care right now. His hair slipped through Kōki's fingers like silk as he pulled Akashi closer. "Don't stop," he said, his voice weak and soft.
Akashi whispered his name in response, muffled against his neck. Kōki opened his eyes, the sunlight coming through the leaves in dapples, was like in a dream. Colours seemed more vibrant than he had ever seen them before.
But then he saw Kuroko and Kagami walking down the path, Kuroko reading a book and Kagami frowning at it over his shoulder, and he gasped before roughly pushing Akashi away from him. He made a startled sound himself as he fell into a bush and promptly disappeared into the growth. Kuroko greeted Kōki with a smile and frowned at the bush, which was currently shaking slightly.
"What are you doing, Furihata?" Kagami said. "You're bright red."
Kuroko kept on frowning at the bush and Furihata stepped in his line of sight. "I wasn't doing anyone – anything! I said 'anything'!" Kuroko put his head to one side at the slip and Kōki could swear that soft laughter was coming from the bush behind him. He laughed too – only nervously – and forced a smile. "Talk about a Freudian slip," he said, hoping they didn't notice the laughter from the bush.
"Indeed," Kuroko said. He started walking away, but not before calling behind his shoulder; "You can get out of that bush now, Akashi-kun."
Kagami looked at him with wide eyes when he gracefully got out of the bush, straightened his clothes, and ruffled at his hair until it was lying perfectly. He blushed bright red himself when he put the pieces together and Kōki kept his eyes on the leaves of the tree. "Uh… let's go, Kuroko." He took Kuroko's arm and led him forwards.
Akashi leaned against the tree trunk and looked at Kōki with a heated expression. "That's the second time I've ended up on the floor today because of you." Kōki shifted uncomfortably before letting Akashi pull him back. "I think you owe me," he added before recapturing Kōki's lips.