This picture was sent to me by chaoticemmas so really you can just thank her for this ๑乛◡乛๑
Kind of smut warning BTW. Like not really...but kinda. Let's just say I'm for sure not getting into heaven.
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"Okay" Bokuto declared as he walked up to the booth.
It was large and round, rich red leather filled by Kuroo and Kenma accommodating one side and Akaashi himself sitting in the middle.
They sat in the furthest corner from the dance floor and the music hummed as a low bass beat in the background.
Akaashi noticed that Bokuto hadn't gotten changed, instead staying in his half put together bartender's uniform.
Excellent.
"I've called my friends and also, dinner is served" Bokuto winked, raising a serving tray.
A row of glasses sat pristine and next to it, a large jug of electric blue alcohol.
"So, how are we getting this night started?" Bokuto slid in around the booth as Kuroo immediately reached for a glass, eyes eager.
"Ok I have an incredibly bad idea that is guaranteed to end badly, but just bear with me for a sec" Kuroo grinned, blue liquid sloshing into his glass from the jug.
"I already love it, continue" Bokuto folded his arms on the table, smiling wide.
"Lord give me patience" Kenma mumbled, reaching for his own glass.
"Don't you mean give you strength?" Akaashi cocked an eyebrow.
"If lord gave me strength, everyone would be dead" Kenma replied, the flatness in his voice displayed with an impassive expression.
"Wow, you two are so... different" Bokutos eyes searched Kenma up and down and then flicked to Kuroo, who merely shrugged.
"He loves me" Kuroo swept in and placed a loud wet kiss on Kenmas cheek.
"I hate him" Kenmas shoulders grew stiff as his cheeks brushed with a tint of pink.
"Isn't your favorite trope haters to lovers, Kuroo?".
Akaashi tilted his head, black curls bobbing with the movement slightly.
"Is that why when you saw me, you looked like you wanted to deck me" Bokuto waggled his eyebrows at the raven head.
For some unknown reason.
"I was just intimidated by your attractiveness" Kuroo waggled his eyebrows back.
Kenma and Akaashi shot each other a subjective glance.
"Okay, let's get back on track here" Akaashi interfered, waving his hand between the two's heavy stares.
He didn't want to have to get jealous of Kuroo. He couldn't flirt with Kenma like Kuroo could with Bokuto.
Not that he'd want to, but still.
"Rightio, here are the rules," Kuroo announced.
He threw back the last of his drink in one go, exhaling heavily afterwards.
"We guess things about Bokuto and if they're true, he drinks. If we're wrong, we drink. Everyone got it?" Kuroo asked.
"WOOH!" Bokuto cheered, supportively.
"Absolutely not, we know nothing about Bokuto" Kenma shook his head in disagreement.
"Are you trying to get us all smashed for a reason?" Akaashi stared pointedly at Kuroo.
"Well~" Kuroo drew out the word. "When you get heavily tipsy you kind of get a little loose...".
Kuroo leaned forward, palms flat across the table.
"And it's always real fun to ask you questions in that time period!" Kuroo smirked.
"I wanna see tipsy Akaashi" Bokuto gasped, head swiveling to look at him.
Akaashi glared at both of them.
Matter of fact, he was already feeling the effect of the shots at the bar and he didn't know how long he could hold that off.
Which meant drinking right now would not help the dilemma.
"Akaashi, you don't usually drink?" Kenma asked, eyes shifting up from where he was sneakily reading off his phone underneath the table top.
Kuroo saw this, gasped, and grabbed it from his clenched hands.
Kenma hissed as it was confiscated and placed in Kuroos pocket.
"I don't. But ever since I've been coming to the bar, I have been more and more. A bad habit really".
Akaashi couldn't help but let his eyes drift off to Bokuto, who was smiling fervently. Akaashi smiled softly back.
He had a lot of unusual habits recently.
"New proposal" Kenma almost growled, grueling eyes blatantly still on Kuroo and his seized phone.
"We all pretend to go to the bathroom together but lock Kuroo in there instead".
"You're too close to this," Bokuto chuckled. "Akaashi what do you wanna do?" he asked, eyes expectant.
Akaashi sucked the inside of his teeth, head racing through ideas.
"We could just simply do the truth or dare" Akaashi shrugged.
Kuroos eyes seemed to light up.
"Oooh perfect! - Apart from that Bokuto can't do any of the dares".
"Eh, why not?" Bokuto frowned.
"Cause the whole point of the game was to get to know you more as a person. Plus I have a feeling you won't hesitate to choose dare every time, and also accept every single one no matter how gross it gets" Kuroo smirked.
"See you already know me so well even without the game" Bokuto chuckled.
"How is this a drinking game?" Kenma raised a brow.
"Eh, I guess if we really dont wanna answer or do the dare, we can drink?" Kuroo asked.
He looked around the table for everyone's affirmations.
"Okay, yea" Akaashi agreed.
"Mfm" Kenma grunted.
"Okay, Bokuto" Kuroo turned to face him, hands clapping down onto the table dramatically.
Akaashi rolled his eyes.
"What's your name, who are you, where do you live, where do you work? I need answers man!".
Kuroo smashed a fist on the table, dangerously close to Kenmas still full glass.
"Uh, uh!" Bokuto looked around wildly.
"Bokuto Koutarou, i'm a college student, I live a few blocks away and I work at this bar, sir!".
"You really asked him where he worked when he's sitting here in his uniform, didnt chya" Kenma clicked his tongue.
"You live a few blocks away?" Akaashis mouth slipped.
"Don't get too thirsty now, Keiji" Kuroo tutted.
"Yea! It makes it super convenient to get to work and back!" Bokuto grinned at Akaashi.
And god it was such a bright smile, Akaashi had to break eye contact, a little flushed.
"What i'm more interested in is that you're in college!?" Kuroo tilted his head, and suddenly Akaashi was now interested too.
He had forgotten that people their age tended to go to college as normalcy dictated.
Even Kenma was going for coding and graphic design. Akaashi had been kicked out and Kuroo had also dropped out and followed him in a form of solidarity.
But that was a story for...not now.
"Well yea I wasn't er...really sure what I wanted to do when I got out of school" Bokuto smiled, awkwardly.
"I just went to college because I got a sports scholarship. I really like volleyball" he scratched his cheek.
Kuroo, Kenma and Akaashi all collectively sat straighter in their seats, sharing a collective glance at each other.
"I didn't know there was a college volleyball team?" Akaashi asked, blinking owlishly.
"Yea, otherwise my ass probably would have tried to endure more of those accounting classes" Kuroo gaped.
"Nah, they don't sadly" Bokuto pouted. "But they have a baseball team and it turns out if you throw a ball far enough, you don't have to pay tuition?".
"Stonks" Kuroo mumbled.
"What?".
"That's awesome dude!" Kuroo replied, cheerfully.
"When are your games?" Akaashi asked.
"Ah the season ended a little while ago. Getting too cold and all '' Bokuto scratched the back of his neck.
"Kinda sucks that nobody else loved volleyball enough though".
Kuroo lifted a finger, mouth opening.
"I actua-" he got cut off by Kenma elbowing him in the ribs.
"Akaashi used to play setter for a powerhouse back in highschool" Kenma told Bokuto.
Kuroo wheezed in the background, but nodded nonetheless.
Bokuto gasped, full body turning to look at Akaashi with a new sort of awe.
Akaashi shrunk back into the leather more with the sudden piercing eyes on him.
"You never told me that!".
"You never asked," Akaashi pointed out, mildly.
"You need to set some balls for me sometime!" Bokuto spoke, giddily. Kuroo snickered in the background.
"Maybe if I can get permission to be on campus" Akaashi smiled, gently.
That might actually be nice. He hadn't played in a long time...although that might mean he would be rusty.
"Do you go to a college?" Bokuto tilted his head.
"Pass" Akaashi spoke quickly, and he reached out and brought his glass to his lips.
Bokuto frowned slightly before turning to Kuroo.
"What about you, bro?" he asked.
"Nope, dropped out" Kuroo grinned a toothy smile, and reached for his drink even though he had told the truth without disobliging.
"Kenma?" Bokuto inquired further.
"I...do" Kenma spoke, quietly.
"I've never seen you around though?" Bokuto tapped his lip, eyes rolling up to the ceiling in remembrance.
"I've seen you around" Kenma shrugged. "You're very...loud and buoyant".
"Thanks!" Bokuto grinned.
Akaashi cleared his throat.
"Okay, Kenma truth or dare".
"Truth" Kenma answered immediately.
"Nooo, you never do dare, Kitten" Kuroo pouted, leaning his check into his palm to stare at him with pleading eyes.
"Don't call me that" Kenma narrowed his eyes at him.
"What? But I call you that all the time when-".
"Dare. I choose dare" Kenma declared.
Kuroo chuckled softly and Akaashi searched his head for an idea.
There wasn't much up there at the moment.
Just a grocery list, a few pictures of Bokutos biceps and then the loose shots from before, running wildly through his bloodstream.
Oh and the quadratic formula.
"Give me your best pick up line?" Akaashis eyes snapped back to the blonde, smirking a wicked smile.
Kenmas nose scrunched, his mouth twisting.
Kuroo physically seemed to jump in his seat and Bokuto was looking on with anticipation.
He sighed, rubbing his eyes tenderly before turning to face Kuroo.
Kuroo who had stars in his eyes and seemed to be pinching his lips inwards to withhold what Akaashi assumed was an excited squeal.
"Kuroo, are you a painting?" he asked, barely a lilt to his voice.
"No?" Kuroo asked, eyebrows lowering with now puzzlement.
"Because I'd like to nail you against a wall" Kenma trailed off in the last words.
He swiveled in his seat, eyes trained on the table as he reached for his glass and took a very long gulp.
Kuroos cheeks stained pink even at the minimal effort.
"Oh thank god" Bokuto breathed out an exhale.
"I thought you were going to say you wanted to hang him or something".
Akaashi didn't know what overcame him, but for some reason his body betrayed him and he let out a very loud snort - which evolved into giggling.
Bokutos eyes flashed to him, looking proud.
"Of course you laugh at my despair" Kuroo fake pouted as Akaashis laugh let up.
"Kuroo, no offense cause you seem like a bro, but I would make fun of you all night if I could hear Akaashi laugh like that again" Bokuto laughed, himself.
"I'm so sorry" Akaashi breathed as he tried to control himself.
He could feel the alcohol affecting him now. He felt dizzy, slightly light and happy.
Loose.
Goddammit, Kuroo.
"Hey, you okay?" Bokuto questioned as Akaashi sat back up, breathing steadily once more.
"Oh, didn't you know. Akaashi is a freaking light weight" Kuroo wiggled his eyebrows.
"And I mean literally" he added on as Akaashi put a hand on the table to steady himself.
"I'm not lightweight. I just get tired when I drink sometimes" Akaashi muttered, pushing his glass away with a yawn.
He was cutting himself off.
Suddenly Bokutos eyes flashed with an idea, and he scooted the short distance over to Akaashi.
Realizing what he was doing, he leaned his head on Bokutos shoulder with a mumbled "thanks" and let his eyes flutter shut.
But it looked like just as well as the break room at the agency, he wouldn't be able to get a rest here either.
"What's up sluts" an unknown voice sounded above.
Akaashis eyes flashed open to see two tall men standing in front of the both. One had a full head of shiny silver hair, a mole adorning their cheek just under their eye.
He was smiling, gleefully, hands shoved in a leather jacket.
The other was slightly taller, a blonde undercut and piercings lining up his ear.
His short eyebrows lay slanted over wild eyes and he was dressed in ripped leggings and a tank top.
"Suga, Teru!" Bokuto exclaimed as the two of them shuffled into Bokuto's previous spot.
Akaashi rubbed his head before pushing himself back up with an in audible groan.
"Kou!" Suga sniffed, eyes glossing over before throwing two arms around his neck.
Just as well Akaashi had moved.
"What's that? Gatorade?" Terushima pointed at the half empty jug of electric blue, before reaching for a new glass.
"Straight from the gator's tiddy" Kuroo nodded, a cocky grin still on his face.
Kenma huddled slightly closer into his side with all the newly arrived people.
"I've missed you so much!" Suga weeped into Bokutos shoulder.
"More like you've missed beating my ass" Bokuto rolled his eyes, chuckling when Suga pulled away with an offended gasp.
"Youre right! But I've still been feeling like we aren't as close anymore, so...".
Suga reached behind him, hands digging in his back pockets.
"I got us friendship bracelets!".
In a quick move, Sugawara pulled out a pair of handcuffs and Akaashis eyes grew wide as he grabbed Bokutos wrist, cuffing it to his very own.
"Are you serious?" Bokuto whined, head falling back with a groan.
"There we goooo" Suga smiled, eyes squeezing shut as he waved their now connected hands in the air.
"Hi everyone! I'm Terushima and my friend here is Suga. We're Bokutos best buds" Terushima sipped from his new glass of blue.
Really what was it that they were drinking?
"Damn, craziest part was that we never asked" Kenma cocked an eyebrow.
Terushima lifted a hand pointing at him.
"What's your name?".
"Kenma".
"I like you, Kenma" Terushima grinned.
"Woah, woah, woah" Sugas eyes widened as they caught Keiji, who was rubbing at his eyes blarily.
"Who are you!?".
Akaashi blinked, sitting up straighter. "I- uh" he licked over his lips.
"I'm Akaashi?" he said, confused.
"You're HOT!" Suga exclaimed.
He threw his hands up to cup his own cheeks, dragging Bokutos hand with him and slapping himself in the face with an "ow!".
"Not my fault" Bokuto cocked an eyebrow at an angry Suga.
"And also don't hit on Akaashi! he's my...he's uh..." Bokuto trailed off.
Suga looked at him expectantly. In fact, the whole table was peering at him in curiosity.
Everything in Akaashis body seemed to freeze up.
Bokutos eyes turned to look at Akaashi with question.
Akaashi looked back, equally as stumped.
"Your...?" Terushima smirked, knowingly.
"We're dating," Akaashi stated, and he watched as Bokutos smile returned to his face, eyes widening up in delight.
Akaashi reached over under the booth and took Bokutos hand, giving it a light squeeze as he smiled back.
"You guys are teeth rottingly cute already" Suga sniffed.
"What about you two?" Terushima asked in the direction of Kuroo and Kenmas direction.
Kenmas hand had been suspiciously creeping towards a distracted Kuroos pocket.
"They're basically married" Akaashi answered for them, and this time Kuroo shot him the look ™.
"Kuroo and Kenma are like soulmates" Bokuto agreed, nodding.
"Boyfriends" Kuroo input.
"Oh my god, its hella gay up in here" Suga gasped, excitedly.
"Hella" Terushima lifted his glass in a singular toast.
"Hey, Kou?" Suga asked, jutting out his bottom lip in a worthy pout.
"Hmm?" Bokuto hummed around drinking from his glass.
"Can you make me a drinkkk" Sugas eyelashes fluttered.
Bokuto slammed the glass down onto the table, looking utterly exasperated.
"With what two hands?" he asked, jingling the handcuffs in the air.
Terushima nudged the silverhead in the side and Suga groaned with a sigh.
"Fine" he rolled his eyes, and pulled out a key from his pocket.
"Ahh!" Bokuto exclaimed as Suga unlocked his own side of the cuff.
Akaashis eyes grew wide as suddenly Suga reached forward over the booth, snatching Akaashis wrist and clicking it together.
It felt cold on his feverish skin and a little too tight.
"Okay, i'll take a shot of Dorda Double Chocolate Liqueur with caramel on the inside, sugar rimmed around the glass and-".
"Jesus christ, why don't you just do cocaine" Terushima interrupted.
"Are you offering?" Suga turned to ask him, a smile stretched wide across his face.
Terushimas eyes shifted away and he brought a glass to his lips with no further response.
"That's what I thought" Suga clicked his tongue, head swiveling back to Bokuto.
"You just cuffed me to Akaashi, how the hell am I supposed to make a drink for you?" Bokuto asked, annoyed.
"You said you didnt have two hands. Well, now you have four hands!" Suga conveyed with a happy tone.
"You mean, you're going to get Akaashi to make a drink with Bokuto?" Kuroo tilted his head.
"Oh, wait, that actually sounds real fun..." Bokuto spoke, mainly to himself.
Suga nudged Terushima and they both slid out around the side of the booth.
Bokutos eyes flitted to Akaashis, gold and questioning. Akaashi shrugged with a sigh before shuffling along the seat behind him.
"While you're there, can you make me a snickers bomb, Keiji?" Kenmas eyes didn't flutter away from his newly acquired phone.
Kuroos eyebrows lowered in disapproval.
"Only if you want it to taste like gasoline" Akaashi clicked his tongue.
He stood from the booth with the helping hand of Bokuto.
It was kind of awkward since Suga had cuffed Bokutos left hand to Akaashis left meaning Bokutos hand was crossed over Akaashis body for a modest amount of comfort.
"Don't worry i'll instruct you on how to do everything" Bokuto hooted happily.
"Okay, can I get a-" Kuroo started.
"No" Akaashi interrupted.
"Oh, I'm going to yell so hard into your hungover ears tomorrow," Kuroos eyes narrowed threateningly.
"Go, go, go, make my drinky while we chat up this new interesting specimen".
Suga gestured his hand at Kuroo and then waved Bokuto off by flicking his wrist.
Bokuto swung their cuffed hands together and Akaashi got the signal, following Bokuto close behind as they made their way to the bar.
"Okay, so you're definitely gonna help me here" Bokuto shook his head as they rounded the bar.
"It's embarrassing to confess but...when I get tipsy, I basically forget how to make drinks" Bokuto chuckled.
Akaashis eyes widened.
"You...forget. Are you serious".
"I'm unfortunately very serious. But don't worry I uh...I remember the ingredients I think. Worse comes to worse, Suga gets a drink that kills him. Honestly the bastard deserves it" Bokuto rolled his eyes.
"Don't worry I've seen you make drinks before. I could easily say it's one of your good skills".
Akaashi pointed out as Bokuto dipped below the bar to gather glasses.
"Thanks, Kaashi!" Bokutos head popped back up with a can of whipped cream.
"You have cool skills too" he grinned.
"..Like?" Akaashi asked, confused.
"Well you can do that real cool thing where you tie a cherry stem in your mouth" Bokuto chuckled, heat rising to his cheeks.
"Yes, I'm very good with my tongue" Akaashi smirked.
"O-oh" Bokuto stammered, eyes focusing very hard on setting up the drink.
His cheeks grew redder by the second.
"Just tell me if you ever wanna see".
'Wanna see!?" Bokutos eyes whipped to him, eyes wide.
"Yea, don't you guys have jars of cherries back here. It's a real good party trick" Akaashi shrugged.
"Oh yea, um they're in the back" Bokuto chuckled, eyes returned to the drinks and Akaashis grin grew more teasing.
"Anyways, We'll make the snicker bomb and then make a Dora Cafe cocktail," Bokuto straightened his back, clearing his throat.
"Mhm" Akaashi stepped to the bar, and Bokuto shifted closer so that their thighs were touching, closing the gap between them.
Bokuto was nice and warm next to him, and Akaashi was still so tired all he wanted to do was lean into him.
"So if you pass me that energy drink" Bokuto pointed to a can and Akaashi slid it along the bar.
"And you can fill up that shot glass with hazelnut liqueur" Bokuto directed, whilst pouring half the energy drink into a large glass.
Akaashi did as instructed, filling the shot glass nearly all the way.
"Cool, and then i'll top it with creme de cacao" Bokuto reached across him and tipped a small bottle to top off the shot.
"And wallah, there's Kenmas. He can tip the shot into the glass and shoot it when he's ready".
Bokuto bent down below the bar and pulled out a tray.
He placed both glasses upon it.
"That looks like pure disaster" Akaashi eyed Kenmas newly made drink.
"If someone invented it, it must be good for some people" Bokuto laughed, pulling out a new glass, this time bigger than the last.
"There's always something for everyone" Bokuto gave him a small smile.
Akaashis heart seemed to squeeze in his chest and a wave of affection rolled over him.
He tried to shake it off, focusing on what Bokuto was now doing.
"Hand me all the ingredients and I'll pour 'em into here" Bokuto pulled the top of a silver cocktail shaker, setting it aside.
"One and a half ounces of chocolate liqueur" Bokuto announced as Akaashi handed him a bottle, letting the liquid pour in.
"One ounce of amaretto liqueur and" Bokuto trained on, repeating the names and their amounts as Akaashi handed them to him, in some sort of daze.
Bokuto looked so cute tonight. Cute but sexy.
The way his black pants fitted, how the top few buttons of his white dress shirt were undone.
The colours complimented his spiky two toned hair.
And his jaw was so sharp and defined, his lips looked soft.
He imagined what they might feel like against his when they weren't on a cold beach in the middle of the night. Perhaps just the two of them.
The back room of the bar was free wasnt it?
"Akaashi, Akaashi you there?" Bokuto waved a hand in front of his face.
Akaashi snapped to it, realizing Bokuto had finished with the drink and was now looking at him, curiously.
"You wanna shake it?" Bokuto nodded his head to the cocktail shaker.
"Put those setter hands to good use".
Akaashi rolled his eyes playfully
before picking up the cocktail shaker.
He dragged Bokutos cuffed hand along with him and suddenly Akaashi was confused.
"How is this going to work?" Akaashi eyed up their connected hands, Bokuto also doing the same.
"Oh, I uh-' Bokuto scratched his head, perplexed.
"I guess i'll just" he didn't finish his sentence as he grabbed the shaker Akaashi was holding with one hand.
He then proceeded to walk around the back of Akaashi, hugging him from behind, and wrapping his other hand around to hold the shaker.
"Hey, Suga was right. Four hands are better!" Bokuto exclaimed, happily.
"Just like the pottery scene from Ghost" Bokuto gasped.
Akaashi.exe had stopped working. Due to the handcuffs and stretch, Bokuto was pressed up very close behind him.
He could feel Bokutos hip bone dig into him, the warmth radiating from his chest.
Since Bokuto was taller, every word he broke, hot breath hit his neck, making goosebumps rise unwillingly to his skin.
"Bokuto...this is not going to work" Akaashis voice was hoarse, and with red cheeks he cleared his throat.
"Eh?" Bokuto propped his chin on Akaashis shoulder. 'Why not?" he asked.
"Because although i've never made a cocktail before, years of tv watching experience leads me to believe that you have to shake it pretty hard to actually create the drink" Akaashi said the words carefully.
"O-oh" Bokuto seemed to tense from behind him.
"While I don't necessarily mind" Akaashis voice was strained.
His heart was pounding and singing and everything was so intimate.
"Kuroo is only so many feet away and I'm sure he has been messaging all of the escorts at the agency, updating them on tonight's events".
"Haha, really" Bokuto snorted, causing Akaashi to grin.
"Unfortunately he also has a working camera, and is not hesitant to destroy my last thread of poorly resilient patience and dignity".
Bokuto let go of the shaker, untangling himself from Akaashi.
He gave a hefty exhale and his chest surged with relief, but also excitement as Bokuto pulled back, leaving one hand on the shaker.
"Okay just three hands then" Bokuto nodded at him and they shook it.
Akaashi then watched as they paused and Bokuto tapped it with his palm, and then opened it.
Bokuto strained into the glass and then reached into a bag with fresh ice, plonking it into the drink.
"And now the finishing touch" Bokuto laid out his palm and Akaashi supplied him with a bottle of whipped cream, which Bokuto used to decorate the top.
"Not going crazy with the caramel sauce and sugar rim?" Akaashi smirked.
"You think I wanna be responsible when I get a call from the hospital telling me Sugawara has had a heart attack? Or I don't know, diabetes. Hell no. He can suck it up and drink this cocktail which actually has less of a hit than caffeine".
Bokuto shook his head, twirling the bottle in a little circle to let out the foam.
"I wonder how Kuroo and Kenma are doing with them" Akaashi swiveled his head to look across the length of the room.
Over in their corner, he could spot Suga and Kuroo in an arm wrestling competition.
Terushima was throwing the same three dollar bills at them and then picking them up to do it again.
"Theyre fine" Bokuto rolled his eyes. He set the glass on the tray next to Kenmas Snickersbomb.
"Plus, it's nice to actually spend time alone with you, just one on one" Bokuto tossed a smile at him.
"Now let's go serve our asshole friends" Bokuto announced, picking the tray of drinks up, one handedly.
"Didn't you drop three whisky bottles your first week working here..." Akaashi eyed the tray, nervously.
"Agh, nobody's gonna let me forget that, are they" Bokuto groaned, and they made their way around the bar.
"I'm a professional, Akaashi" Bokuto lifted his chin as they made their way through the crowd.
Even as Bokuto held the tray steady with a flat palm, Akaashis eyes flickered back and forth incase of a bad chance
But they ended up making it to the table, where undoubtedly they were talking about something weird.
"Okay, but what if he tries to grab your diddly before marriage?" Suga leaned across the table on his elbows.
"What are you, Ned flanders?". Terushima scoffed from where he was leaning back in his seat with his obvious not first drink of the night.
"You tell him, NO!" Kuroo karate chopped his other hand.
"Are you corrupting him, already, Suga" Bokuto laughed, setting down the tray.
Everyones eyes flashed to them and Suga grinned, sweetly.
"Corrupted? Honey, he already was. I just had to pull it out of him" Suga batted his eyelashes.
"He tried to talk about science, but Suga nearly slapped him" Terushimas shook his head.
Kuroo held up a hand, grinning. "Do you know hair is the thinnest material ever discovered".
"They obviously haven't seen my patience," Akaashi mumbled.
"They obviously haven't seen Sugas dick" Bokuto said.
Suga slipped out of the booth for Akaashi to slide back in.
When Bokuto tried to slide back into the booth, Suga got there first, cutting him off from sitting next to Akaashi.
He pulled the key from his pocket, unlocking them both.
Akaashi rubbed at his wrist where the hard metal had left a faint red outline.
But instead of Bokuto seated next to him, Suga took his spot.
"Hey!" Bokuto protested. "I made your caramel delato expedato drink"
"And then you insulted me, so no Akaashi privileges for you" Suga pursed his lips, crossing his arms.
Akaashi tried to not let his disappointment show as a grouchy Bokuto took his seat next to Suga.
Which meant Akaashi was sitting between two strangers.
He looked up and caught Kenmas eyes, pleadingly, but Kenma merely shrugged at him and then turned to Terushima, showing him his phone and asking him something.
Terushima pointed at something, giving advice on his phone game.
"Betrayal" Akaashi mouthed at Kenma.
"No you" Kenma mouthed back.
Akaashi crossed his arms, irked, but Kenma ignored his petty pouting and instead reached for his new drink.
So instead he tuned into where Bokuto and Kuroo were having a conversation.
"Your hair looks like it was totalled by a weed whacker" Bokuto narrowed his eyes.
"Your hair looks like a science experiment gone wrong" Kuroo narrowed his eyes back.
"Ah! Call an ambulance" Bokuto fake wailed. "But not for me!".
He flicked a loose olive and it hit Kuroos eye, whose back hit the booth dramatically, hands flying to his face with a fake groan.
Nope, Akaashi was not touching that with a ten feet pole, which meant who was left was... Oh.
Suga and Terushima were both grinning either side of them, like they were waiting for this moment to pounce.
In a collective motion, both of them scooted over to press either side of him.
They leant their chins in their palms, looking at him innocently.
Akaashi gulped, but didnt back away from the challenge.
"So..." Suga said, drawing circles on the table absentmindedly, whilst still keeping eye contact.
"You're dating Bokuto," Terushima said from his right.
"Which means, you obviously need us" Suga winked, clicking gun fingers at him from the left.
"No offense but I don't need seduction advice from someone wearing a neon pink tank top" Akaashi nodded towards Terushima.
"Why are people against fun colours!" Terushima argued.
"And someone who still has the black security clip on the back of their leather jacket" Akaashi continues, looking at Suga.
"Well they don't take it off if you steal it" Suga pouted.
"Also, you didn't know that they couldn't be taken off by hand either" Terushima pointed out, earning a glare from Suga.
"Anyways" Suga rolled his eyes. "That's not what I meant".
"What did you mean?" Akaashi asked.
"I can make magic happen, baby" Suga wiggled his fingers. "Watch this".
"Oh my god Akaashi you have a cat!? Did you know Bokuto has two dogs and also a cat too" Suga exclaimed loudly, turning to nudge Bokuto in the side.
"Huh, Akaashi you do?" Bokuto asked, lips parted in happy surprise.
Akaashi shot a look at Suga that read 'well played'.
"Suga, lemme sit next to my date" Bokuto whined.
"Alright, alright. I guess I'm not that mean to deny love" Suga chuckled.
But before he could slide out, Akaashi grabbed his wrist.
"How did you know I had a cat?" he whispered.
"Oh right, here have this back" Suga spoke lowly, digging in his pocket and pulling out Akaashis phone.
"We already put out numbers in there," Terushima sang from beside him.
"You need us, Akaashi" Suga chuckled before slipping out the booth.
Akaashis hand clamped around his phone, shoulders tense as he slid it back into his pocket, wondering how he didn't notice the removal of its weight in his jacket earlier.
Something told him that he shouldnt fuck with Sugawara.
"Also Bokuto, that's my leg you're playing with" Terushima leasiruly took a sip from his glass.
"Whoops!" Bokuto noticeably sat straighter, knee hitting the bottom of the table with a thunk.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier!".
"Eh" Terushima shrugged.
"I'm gonna go find some girls to dance with, scooch scooch".
Terushima didn't bother about politeness as he climbed over Kenma and Kuroos laps, falling to the floor once he got past them.
Bokuto slid back into the booth at Akaashis side.
"Hey hey hey, did you miss me?" he smiled.
"Yes" Akaashi replied, automatically.
"O-oh" Bokuto stammered from the unexpected reply.
"Is he dead?" Kenma asked, looking at where Terushima was laying on the ground, not giving two shits.
"Teru, were you killed?" Kuroo called to the blonde.
"Sadly yes..." Terushima replied. "But I survived!" he popped his head back over the table.
"Come on Teru, let's hit the road. There's this 24 hour sundae bar that I wanted to check out".
Suga helped Terushima up from the ground, pulling at his jacket.
"We're in town for a week Bo, so tell us when you're free" Terushima nodded at Bokuto.
"Okay, okay, now get out of here before someone looks at the pictures behind the bar and identifies you as blacklisted" Bokuto chuckled.
"Byeeee" Suga waved as the two of them made their way towards the exit.
Suga gave a large exaggerated wink just for Akaashi, who waved back, not exactly solem to see them go.
"We should probably head out too".
Kuroo sighed, nodding towards Kenma who had laid his head on the table, phone discarded on a drink tray.
"See you later, loser" Akaashi saluted as Kuroo stood from the booth, Kenma in his arms.
"Bye bye, barbie" Kuroo sang.
And then he was turning around and making his way towards the exit as well.
Kenma gave them a small wave goodbye as he was hoisted and adjusted in Kuroos arms.
"Well," Bokuto blinked, his voice was mild. "We're finally alone tonight" he turned to give Akaashi a disbelieving look.
"I know right" Akasshi shook his head, an exasperated smile high on his face.
"So, what do you wanna do?" Bokuto asked.
"Well" Akaashi clicked his tongue. "Didn't you say you lived a few blocks from here? If you'd let me, I really want to see your dogs".
Bokutos eyes lit up, stary and golden.
His eagerness was uncontrollable as he pulled Akaashi to his feet by the wrist.
"They're so cute, I promise Akaashi" he rambled as they made their way to the door.
"And my cat is basically a dog, or well, she acts like it. You're gonna love em, I swear".
"I believe you, Bokuto-san" Akaashi chuckled.
~~~
Soon they were on their walk back to Bokutos apartment after rushing back into the club, forgetting that he had to pay for the drinks they'd made. Akaashi had laughed of course.
The city streets were wet, proof of rain that had swept by while they were in the club.
The water shimmered by the glow of the bright yellow street lamps.
The night was quiet as they walked away from the line of bars and clubs.
Clouds had wrapped themselves around the moon, the faint glow passing just through them and colouring the concrete with white light as they walked across a faded zebra crossing.
"Y'know this is the way I walked you the first night we met" Bokuto chuckled, low and warm.
"Hmm, I suppose it is" Akaashi reached for Bokutos hand, entwining their fingers.
Bokutos eyes trailed to his face, smiling.
"That's when I think I decided I liked you".
"What? After just meeting me and yelling out the word toe sucker?" Akaashi asked him, disbelievingly.
His smile threatened to grow larger.
"Ah yes, exactly that moment" Bokuto nodded to himself.
"I think my moment was definitely the beach" Akaashi sighed, softly.
"That's really a move I can't top from here on out, can I?" Bokuto pointed out.
"Well I can think of a few things..." Akaashi smirked, eyes narrowing playfully.
Bokutos eyes widened slightly.
"Uh, we're here" Bokutos hoarse voice managed to escape and he led them into an apartment building.
If Akaashi noticed they were walking a little faster, he didn't point it out.
The journey from elevator to apartment door was tense, words unsaid as Akaashi followed behind him.
Bokutos hands fiddled in his pocket, looking for his keys.
He unlocked the door and waved Akaashi in.
But as soon as the door was closed, there was one beat of silence before they were turning and kissing each other deep.
Bokutos hands fell to his waist, then his back, pulling Akaashi closer as they kissed again and again.
Akaashis body surged with excitement, enraptured with the sound of fast breathing, the soft little noises Bokuto made.
"I'm sorry," Akaashi breathed between kisses, "I've been thinking about this all night".
"Me too" Bokuto huffed out, voice more gravelly than before.
Bokutos hands roamed down Akaashis side, then his fingers slipped under the hem of his shirt and around his waist.
Akaashi pulled away with a hitched breath before grazing his teeth along Bokutos neck, enjoying each groan and gasp elicited.
Bokuto shifted his weight to find more contact, pressing Akaashi firm against the door.
One of Bokutos hands trailed away from his waist to grasp his thigh, and Akaashi moaned into the kiss. His hand snaked up into Bokutos hair, fingers pulling softly at the strands.
"Ah," Bokuto pulled away, breaking the kiss, also exposing his neck again.
Akaashi trailed a line of kisses down his chin and then down his neck, grazing his teeth along the sensitive skin.
Bokutos noises were wonderful, low and breathy just like Akaashis own, barely contained.
"Ah, Akaashi" Bokuto whined, as he found a particularly good spot with his lips.
But then Bokuto was pulling away, much to Akaashis dissatisfaction.
But he perked up upon realizing Bokuto was grabbing his wrist and pulling him towards the couch.
Akaashi fell backwards onto the couch, the pillows soft beneath him.
It was a combination of Akaashi tugging his shirt and Bokuto leaning down, but Bokuto was now on top of him, shifting and then pressing him down into the couch.
And oh, holy shit, Bokuto was on top of him, and this was all so real.
They kissed again, and Akaashis heart was pounding out of his chest, his body shifting with relentless energy.
He could feel the warmth of Bokutos body, and the shape of his torso.
And when he shifted his hips forward, he could feel firmness at Bokutos hips grinding against his own and fuck it was so good.
Their kissing had gotten more intense now, his tongue desperately searching in Bokutos mouth.
Bokuto pulled away, nipping at Akaashis lower lip. Akaashi moaned, wishing himself to keep quiet.
But you see, it was kind of hard to do so, and his hips thrust forward again.
The friction of it sent shockwaves through his body and both of them shuddered.
But all so suddenly there was the sound of a loud bark from behind them.
Bokutos head popped up, looking over the back of the couch.
"Ah, no! Momo dont chase the dogs!" Bokuto wailed, climbing off the couch.
It left Akaashi lying there, panting. He pushed himself up with an annoyed huff as he watched Bokuto run down the hallway after a ginger cat.
A ginger cat chasing a much larger, whining, husky dog.
Bokuto disappeared into a room and Akaashi exhaled heavily, flopping back down onto the couch.
His hand which was hanging off the side, was suddenly pushed with something wet and snuffling.
He looked down to find a golden dog. A Chow Chow, if he remembered the large fluffy dog breed.
It boofed once before jumping up onto Akaashis chest.
He let out an 'oof' as it settled itself on him, stretching out so that his nose was nuzzled right by Akaashis neck.
"Hey, boy" Akaashi chuckled, and the dog boofed again.
"Bokuto was right, you are cute" Akaashi hummed.
Lifting a hand to his mouth, he yawned. He couldn't hold it off any longer.
He admitted that he was a tired drunk and the drinks he had earlier were taking his toll on him.
And even though he willed himself to stay awake, he just couldn't.
A warm wave fell over him and he closed his eyes, limbs lethargic as he fell asleep to patting the big dog. Tonight had been nice...
~~~
When Akaashi woke up in the morning, it was with a large jolt.
A blanket which had been placed over him, fell to the floor. Obnoxiously, the phone in his pocket was blasting.
Akaashi groaned, rubbing at his eyes with bleariness before patting for the phone.
He pulled it out, and answered it with a hoarse "hello".
"AKAASHI HOW ARE YOU!" Kuroo yelled over the phone.
Akaashi hung up.
The phone rang again. He answered it for some reason.
"That was really rude, y'know" Kuroo remarked.
"I couldn't give less of a shit" Akaashi sighed, running a hand through his curls.
He looked around the apartment. The curtains were open, letting in bright morning light. But Bokuto was nowhere to be seen.
"I told you, Akaashi" Kuroo tutted. "I told you that I was going to call you in the morning, yelling".
"Right, my apologies for forgetting you were an asshole" Akaashi retorted.
He pulled away his phone to look at the time. It was strikingly 10am.
"Anyways, when are you getting your ass to the agency?" Kuroo asked.
"What, I am not going in today. It's sunday".
"Actually remember the new system? You can choose your hours, but you have to have a certain amount of hours worked by the end of the week. Money and all" Kuroo disclosed.
"Right" Akaashi huffed.
He pushed himself up from the couch, untangling his legs from the blanket.
"So, i'll see you soon, yea?" Kuroo questioned.
"Please have a coffee for me when I get there" Akaash pleaded.
"Okay, babe, see yaaa" Kuroo ended the call on a large smooch noise.
He threw the phone down onto the couch with an evil glare.
His head didn't hurt too bad, meaning the hangover was minimal.
But where was Bokuto?
Crossing the floor of the apartment, he made his way to the kitchen, pulling down a glass for water.
And that's where he spotted a yellow sticky note.
Hey, hey, hey!
You fell asleep last night with Chow Mein and you both looked so cute, I couldnt disturb you!!! But I also forgot I had morning classes :( Feel free to
anything in the kitchen and I'll call you later.
Bokuto <3
Great. Akaashi sighed for the hundredth time. Now he had to drag his ass to work.
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Kudos to anyone who actually read this full chapter ahaha it was over 7000 words.
Which is more than double the words of last chapter. So don't say I don't do anything for yal 〒▽〒
Also if you go back to when Bokuto is hugging Keiji from behind, you'll see I referenced the movie Ghost.
If you go into youtube then look up
'Ghost, pottery scene'
And then imagine them as Bokuto and Akaashi and tell me you don't laugh.
-Cause I did.